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 INTRODUCTORY LETTER. 
 
 Dear Alumnae Sisters and Friends of our beloved 
 Mrs. Mills: 
 
 This little book, designed for her most intimate 
 friends and those of her girls who understood and 
 loved her, is only a forerunner or suggestion of what 
 is intended to be a permanent edition, each page 
 of which, it is hoped, will be contributed by one of 
 you under the date which you shall specify; extra 
 pages will be inserted for all duplicate dates. 
 
 My desire is to reach as many of you as possible 
 and have each one who will, write a page to appear 
 under your own birthday date. If you should wish 
 to write more than one page, birthday dates for 
 others may be designated, but have each page com- 
 plete in itself. The name is to be entered under 
 the date as well as in an index. 
 
 It is a matter of regret that so many failed to 
 give the birthday date. Please send it for the next 
 book. 
 
 This issue, limited in the number of copies, is 
 intended only for those of you who care to send for 
 it; for most of you will, undoubtedly, prefer the 
 next edition which will contain more of your in- 
 dividual contributions. These personal pages are 
 of such nature that we shall love to read them not 
 only to recall the pictures of school-life with their 
 lights and shades, but also to bring more vividly 
 to mind, that dear one whom words in all their 
 varied combinations are inadequate to describe. 
 
 Whether "Mills Girls" or dear friends, should 
 we not endeavor to do for her memory all in our 
 power, not only for ourselves, but for your children 
 and your children's children? For this, I hope that 
 you will really wish to contribute to the 1916 or 
 permanent edition. 
 
 That Year Book will number, approximately, as 
 many copies in the issue as orders are given in 
 advance or when you send in your material. 
 
 It was my earnest desire that these books be 
 available for one dollar, but I find that utterly im- 
 possible. The price will be $1.50, although the
 
 white cloth binding and the several illustrations 
 make the cost per volume somewhat more than that 
 amount. (I make mention of this simply that you 
 may know that this is not a "money-making plan," 
 but a work of dearest love.) Should any of you wish 
 a white leather binding for your 1916 book and will 
 let me know in time, I will ascertain the cost and 
 notify you before you place your order. 
 
 This idea of a Birthday Book grew out of the 
 work I have begun for "The History and Memoirs 
 of Susan Lincoln Mills. ' ' It was soon found that 
 such a volume intended for general reading and for 
 the public at large, to be well-compiled and care- 
 fully edited, will require upwards of two years for 
 completion, so the thought of a Birthday Book by 
 her girls, for her girls, took form, although it was 
 crystallized too late in the year for me to com- 
 municate with enough of you to carry the idea out 
 fully in an immediate issue. 
 
 Miss F. A. Madison of Mills College is to unite 
 with me in editing the ' ' Memoirs. ' ' 
 
 Over two-thirds of the pages have been supplied 
 from the added material sent in, from items gath- 
 ered from newspaper articles, Mills Magazines and 
 Bulletins, from letters, poems, and selections treas- 
 ured by Mrs. Mills, references to the Tolman family, 
 and even poems and excerpts from material received 
 for the contemplated volume of Memoirs. With this 
 help it has taken three months, excluding the holi- 
 day weeks, to prepare the copy for the press. 
 
 Will not some one write an original and compre- 
 hensive Dedicatory Verse f For the one herein, 
 you recognize that I have adapted the introductory 
 stanza of Tennyson's "Idyls of the King." 
 
 ' ' These to His memory since he held them dear, 
 Perchance as finding there unconsciously, 
 Some image of himself I dedicate 
 I dedicate, I consecrate with tears 
 These Idyls." 
 
 It is impossible for me to reach all of the Alum- 
 nae, so I send to several in the various localities 
 asking that you who receive this will please get 
 word to others of her "girls," graduate or non- 
 graduate, and of her intimate friends who will 
 desire to contribute. May I not depend upon you 
 to give this help personally or through your Mills 
 Alumnae Branch!
 
 There should be a contributed page for every day 
 of the year, to replace these for which I have sup- 
 plied material, unless you prefer to select from such 
 material to represent a birthday page. 
 
 Send it by next July if possible, certainly not 
 later than September the fifteenth, addressing to 
 nie either at the Mills College P. O. or 1052 Jackson 
 Street, San Francisco. 
 
 If those who have not done so, will prepare an 
 article, tribute, appreciation, (poetry or prose), for 
 the Memoirs, or material for me to select from or 
 apply for that work, I shall appreciate it and be 
 pleased to send suggested topics upon request. 
 
 While some of the articles for this little book 
 were sent in for me to select from, or to reconstruct, 
 as I might think best, I have generally entered 
 them as received, leaving the writer to make her 
 own revision for her birthday page of the next 
 issue. 
 
 Eemember that this book is meant for those 
 who best knew Mrs. Mills and loved her; for 
 those who under our most homely and inadequate 
 expressions, will yet feel the sympathetic touch, 
 the response of the own heart's understanding, 
 and occurrences that seemed so insignificant at the 
 time they happened or even as faults perchance, 
 will, when read now, be lovingly recalled "as re- 
 membrances to bless. ' ' 
 
 Will all who have contributed and will con- 
 tribute to either or both of these projects, and all 
 who have written only the personal letters, please 
 accept my sincere thanks. I could not forbear en- 
 tering some lines from those letters, they are so 
 very "heart to heart" and more free in their 
 expression of tender thought than if they had been 
 written for print. 
 
 May I ask you to review this little book in the 
 spirit of the love in which it is compiled. While 
 others could do much better, no one can do her 
 justice, so apology is futile. With your further 
 help, however, I hope to have the next, a Birthday 
 Book as well as a Memory Book. 
 
 Affectionately,
 
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 January 1. 
 
 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that 
 ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and baring 
 done all, to stand, 
 
 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, 
 and having on the breastplate of righteousness; 
 
 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel 
 of peace; 
 
 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall 
 be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. 
 
 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the 
 Spirit, which is the word of God: 
 
 Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the 
 Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance. 
 
 Eph. 6:13-18. 
 
 (From a New Year 's Letter of Mrs. Mills) 
 
 DEAR Friend: 
 My mind has been dwelling much, during 
 the last few days upon two noble utterances. 
 One is from the writings of an English poet: 
 
 " "Pis life whereof our nerves are scant; 
 Oh, life not death for which we pant! 
 More life and better that we want." 
 
 The other is from the lips of our Lord Jesus 
 Christ, "I am come unto you that they may have 
 life and that they may have it more abundantly." 
 
 The first of these gives expression to what all of 
 us have felt, I suppose, in our best moments. The 
 other tells us how our Heavenly Father's heart is 
 fixed upon the same thing and what He has done to 
 make it possible. 
 
 ******* 
 
 I have been thinking of your life and mine, dear 
 friend, and of what it may become, if only we will 
 work along heartily with God toward its develop- 
 ment; and what our homes may be, and what our 
 communities may be made, under these conditions. 
 I do not mean in the way of material prosperity * * 
 so much, as of larger and nobler characters, and 
 ways of life more complete and worthier of God's 
 children.
 
 January 2. 
 
 AND with this, there has come a great longing 
 that, during the year before us, we may aim 
 more steadily for that which in our best 
 moments seems worthiest of effort; that we may 
 avoid whatever threatens injury to ourselves or to 
 our neighbors. 
 
 That we heartily labor for that which promises 
 to make our own life, or theirs, richer in good 
 deeds and sweeter in experience. 
 
 It will help towards this, if we bring every matter 
 to the test of conscience. It will make our task 
 easier if we go to the Bible for instruction and 
 stimulus. 
 
 Above all, prayer for our Heavenly Father's help 
 will bring His strength to our support. 
 
 These with prayer for faithfulness will surely 
 issue in abundant life. May God grant it to us all. 
 
 May you, my friend, fully realize what life may 
 be to you. 
 
 All this goes forth as prayer as I wish you and 
 yours 
 
 "A Happy New Year." 
 
 Because thou hnst made the Lord, which is my refuge, 
 oven the most High, thy habitation; There shall no evil 
 befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling. 
 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep 
 thee in all thy ways. Ps. 91:9,10,11. 
 
 Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will 1 
 deliver him: I will set him on high because he hath known 
 my name. 
 
 He shall call upon me and I will answer him: I will be 
 with him in trouble: I will deliver him and honour him. 
 
 With long life will I satisfy him and shew him my 
 salvation. Ps. 91:14,15,16.
 
 January 3. 
 
 ELIZABETH NICHOLS TOLMAN 
 
 Born 1792; died 1837. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' mother. 
 
 From the "Daily Food" texts of Miss Julia Tolman, 
 dated 1838. 
 
 I am the Lord thy God which teacheth thee to profit, 
 which leadeth thee by the way that thou shouldst go. 
 Isaiah 38:17. 
 
 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, 
 Pilgrim through this barren land; 
 
 I am weak, but thou are mighty, 
 Hold me by thy powerful hand. 
 
 Thou shalt guide me with Thy counsel, and afterwards 
 receive me to glory. Psalm 73 :24. 
 
 The Birthday of Our Dear Mother. 
 
 IN 1818, ELIZABETH NICHOLS wrought most ex- 
 quisitely, a sampler which is now framed and 
 hanging in Mrs. Mills' living-room at Mills 
 College. 
 
 The lettering in fine cross-stitch on sheerest bolt- 
 ing cloth, is of the alphabet in three designs fol- 
 lowed by the family record. 
 
 The encircling scrolls of flowers beautifully em- 
 broidered in silk of the now-called pastel shades, 
 show that both Mrs. Mills and Miss Tolman might 
 well have inherited their tendencies toward artistic 
 taste and love for the beautiful. 
 
 It will be worth the while of those who have not 
 seen this sampler to ask to see it when next they 
 go to Mills College. 
 
 When Elizabeth Nichols Tolman was on her 
 death-bed, her last request was that her six daugh- 
 ters should go to Mt. Holyoke as pupils of Mary 
 Lyon. She had followed with interest the effort of 
 this noble woman in behalf of the education of 
 young women of New England. 
 
 Mt. Holyoke was opened the year of her death, 
 1837.
 
 January 4. 
 
 She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat 
 to her household. She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; 
 yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy. 
 
 She openeth her mouth with wisdom and in her tongue 
 is the law of kindness. 
 
 She looketh well to the ways of her household and 
 eateth not the bread of idleness. 
 
 Her children arise up and call her blessed. 
 
 Many daughters have done virtuously but thou excellest 
 them all. 
 
 Favour is deceitful and beauty is vain; but a woman 
 that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. 
 
 Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her own 
 works praise her in the gates. Prov. 31:15, 20, 26-31. 
 
 SUSAN LINCOLN TOLMAN was the child of a 
 long and honorable line of those who ventured 
 much in behalf of their faith; those who 
 would travel far and suffer much to "seek a faith's 
 pure shrine," and she was ever true to her heritage. 
 
 It was not due to belonging to a pioneer genera- 
 tion that Mrs. Mills herself became a pioneer, for 
 there were opportunities for a quiet and easeful 
 living in her girlhood and throughout her long life, 
 but her life habit was due to the spirit which filled 
 her. 
 
 We have heard her praised and have rejoiced to 
 think that she was receiving a small part of her 
 due; but it takes the ear of faith to hear the praise 
 which she now has received, yet the ear of our 
 faith hears it very plainly, indeed: "Well done, 
 good and faithful servant; enter thou into the joy 
 of thy Lord."
 
 January 5. 
 
 MBS. MILLS 
 
 WHEN first we met, 
 My timid hand with warm and knotted 
 hand she pressed. 
 
 Behind her glasses' rim shone dark her glowing eyes. 
 ' ' She loves me, ' ' sang my leaping heart within my 
 
 breast 
 
 In glad surprise, 
 When first we met. 
 
 But passing Time admonished, "Thoughtless Child, 
 She loves you, but not for yourself alone. 
 'Twas all young womanhood on whom she smiled; 
 Whose hand she pressed; for whom her dark eyes 
 
 shone." 
 True womanhood; good womanhood; her life work 
 
 and her pride; 
 Ideal womanhood; for which she toiled and lived 
 
 and died. 
 
 Some fault reproved, my dimmed eyes could not 
 
 meet 
 
 The fires that flashed behind the glasses' rim. 
 "She hates me! " stormed my heart's resentful beat. 
 But decades gliding to the past, of shadows dim, 
 Reveal the flattery that lures unto a fall, 
 And honeyed words, that tasted, turn to bitter gall. 
 Not hers such treachery! Her fledglings' wayward 
 
 flight 
 
 She hastened, led, compelled into the paths of right. 
 Good womanhood; true womanhood; her life work 
 
 and her pride; 
 Ideal womanhood; for which she toiled and lived 
 
 and died. 
 
 JESSIE NORTON AXELL, '91. 
 January, 1915.
 
 January 6. 
 
 IN that longest chapter of the Bible, Psalm 119, 
 every verse of its one hundred seventy-six re- 
 ferring in some way to the Word of God, we 
 read in verse 105, "Thy word is a lamp unto my 
 feet and a light unto my path." 
 
 There is no passage in the Bible that is more 
 connected in my mind with Mrs. Mills than the one 
 just quoted. 
 
 I remember she impressed it upon my recollection 
 by describing the narrow paths of the Orient, and 
 said that the many serpents and the vermin so 
 infested these paths that the natives wore little 
 lamps on their shoes to light their way and thus 
 keep them from its otherwise unseen dangers. 
 
 Mrs. Mills was at her best in the years I knew 
 her. I vividly recall two striking characteristics 
 which made a great impression upon me the first 
 time I met her, and which never failed to impress 
 me more and more as the days and the years went 
 on: They were her quickness of motion and ex- 
 treme alertness of mind. 
 
 She seemed to take in everything at a glance in 
 a marvelous way. 
 
 It was a rare gift and had much to do with her 
 wonderful personal power. 
 
 "My Faith Looks up to Thee" and "I Need 
 Thee Every Hour" were two of her favorite hymns. 
 
 She lived a great life. 
 
 How sweet are thy words unto my taste 1 yea, sweeter 
 than honey to my mouth 1 
 
 Through thy precepts I get understanding: therefore I 
 hate every false way. 
 
 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my 
 path. Ps. 119:103-105.
 
 January 7. 
 
 Understanding is a well-spring of life unto him that 
 hath it. Prov. 16:22. 
 
 THE coming of Mrs. Mills to Honolulu became 
 a tremendous impetus in my life. Devoted as 
 I had been to President and Professor 
 Beckwith, who had been my instructors since I 
 was ten, the coming of a lady into my school life 
 was a revelation. 
 
 Naturally she came in closer touch at any and all 
 times than any professor could, and it was not 
 merely the mental stimulus in the prescribed course 
 of studies then pursued, but an influence that 
 affected everything else. 
 
 Hawaii was not then in touch with the world as 
 now. There were few distractions and little variety 
 in the regular routines of life which were always 
 happy and wholesome; but when just out of the 
 realm of arithmetic, geography and grammar, to be 
 introduced into that of "Beginnings" of language, 
 rhetoric, literature; to algebra, Latin, history, com- 
 position, music, and writing, with ever the incen- 
 tive to go on and on up the ladder of learning and 
 general achievement, the experience was profound 
 and all-possessing. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' personal influence in every line con- 
 tinued ever to stimulate endeavor, understanding, 
 judgment, and decision. 
 
 It was always a joy to attempt whatever she 
 suggested, knowing an undreamed of reward was 
 before us. 
 
 She has left behind her, unwritten histories of 
 struggles and faint-heartedness that blossomed into 
 courage and power as the years have passed: 
 
 Of friendships encouraged from timid beginnings, 
 that now stand as pillars of strength and force 
 uniting lands far and near. 
 
 The years of her life hold thousands of witnesses 
 to stand for her "life-work." Their unwritten 
 chronicles would but swell this brief testimony into 
 volumes of proof. 
 
 I will bring the blind by a way that they know not; I 
 will lead them in paths that they have not known; I _will 
 make darkness light before them, and crooked things 
 straight. These things will I do unto them, and not for- 
 sake them. Isaiah 42:16.
 
 January 8. 
 
 Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, 
 whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, 
 whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good 
 report; if there he any virtue, and if there be any praise, 
 think on these things. Phil. 4:8. 
 
 AGKEATER movement than Mills College exists 
 to glorify this noble woman's life and his- 
 tory the thousands of girls she sent forth 
 into the world equipped with the arts and graces of 
 true womanhood. 
 
 They know. It requires no printed word, no 
 oratorical flourish to impress upon her graduates 
 the great benefits Susan Mills conferred in her life- 
 time. And in the years to come, the daughters of 
 these graduates, when abiding at Mills College and 
 following in their mothers' footsteps along the 
 paths of learning there, will do well to pause at the 
 tomb of Susan L. Mills and reflect upon her great- 
 ness and goodness. 
 
 It ought to inspire them to live lives of purity 
 and nobility of mind and soul.
 
 January 9. 
 
 ALL my life I have known Mrs. Mills personally 
 and by reputation. My earliest recollection 
 of her dates from the time when she returned 
 from India with Mr. Mills. I looked upon Mrs. 
 Mills with the awe a child of that date regarded 
 returned missionaries. 
 
 My knowledge of her is chiefly as hostess and 
 guest. We made Mills College headquarters in our 
 visits to California in 1878 and 1894, and also enter- 
 tained Mrs. Mills on several occasions during her 
 trips East. 
 
 What impressed me most was her hospitality, 
 her generosity, and her untiring energy. 
 
 Miss Tolman, who was of such different tem- 
 perament, called it "restlessness." 
 
 As a guest she needed only freedom to come and 
 go, and as she knew so many people in Ware, the 
 home of her girlhood, there was always something 
 to demand her time and interest. * * * 
 
 She acknowledged to being impulsive and missing 
 her husband's restraining influence. This impul- 
 siveness often led to incorrect first impressions. 
 
 She was a true friend to those whose 'adoption 
 has been tried,' and "grappled them to her soul 
 with hooks of steel."
 
 January 10. 
 
 But my God shall supply all your need. Phil. 4:19. 
 
 A GIRL of quiet nature, I did not come into 
 many personal relationships with Mrs. Mills. 
 Her influence over us all was perfectly beau- 
 tiful. She always exercised such motherly care 
 that T grew to love her very dearly. None of the 
 girls of '09 seemed to have any other feeling than 
 love for her. She always took an interest in our 
 welfare and we felt honored by her personal interest 
 in us. 
 
 Shortly after I had been sick for a couple of 
 weeks, Mrs. Mills met me in the Assembly Room 
 of Mills Hall and asked how I was. I answered 
 that I was feeling good. She told me that I should 
 not say "good" but "well." 
 
 I shall never forget that use of the two words, 
 for I was so greatly impressed that among the 
 many different things Mrs. Mills had to do and 
 think of, she should have taken sufficient notice 
 that I had misused the words as to spare time to 
 tell me about them. 
 
 She seemed to be one of our class she was so 
 interested in everything we did, and because she 
 so loved her girls she seemed to be always young. 
 This seems a slight tribute, but in every thought 
 there is love for Mrs. Mills.
 
 January 11. 
 
 THE recollections of one who knew Mrs. Mills 
 before she came to California, at Punahou, 
 Hawaiian Islands. 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. Mills were in charge of "Oahu 
 College," and her pupils of that time will never 
 forget how interesting she made the studies over 
 which she presided, especially those in the natural 
 sciences. 
 
 She had such a gift for teaching as to waken 
 the enthusiasm of her pupils; she used so many 
 illustrations and experiments their interest was 
 constantly aroused. In those days of no laboratory 
 equipment, the apparatus was of her own ingenious 
 arrangement. I remember once an explosion of 
 hydrogen gas during an illustrative experiment and 
 how startled she looked for an instant, then with 
 utmost composure, continued her explanation and 
 showed just how the explosion happened and why. 
 
 I can see her as she moved about the building, 
 quick as a flash and apparently everywhere at once; 
 first in one place and then in another, seeing every- 
 thing; nothing escaped her. Every boy and girl 
 in that institution felt her influence and that of 
 Mr. Mills, and when they moved to California we 
 were left with a sense of having suffered a great 
 loss. 
 
 A pleasant picture comes before me of Mr. and 
 Mrs. Mills on horseback starting out on one of 
 their trips around Oahu from Punahou. How erect 
 she sat and how trim her lithe figure!
 
 January 12. 
 
 AFTEBWAED at Benicia Seminary, her presence 
 was the same and she seemed to throw her 
 whole soul into ways for improving condi- 
 tions and persons. 
 
 She took pains to become intimately acquainted 
 with each girl; thus she would be sought for help 
 and advice on all occasions, and she always seemed 
 to have time for it all. How she could was a 
 mystery, for the things she had to attend to were 
 endless and constant but she was always ac- 
 cessible. 
 
 She usually had a short talk for the girls every 
 morning after the morning devotions and before 
 they separated for classes; the numerous practical 
 subjects that were presented were most helpful. 
 
 She always remembered her old scholars and kept 
 her interest in them long after they had passed 
 from under her direct influence, and was really 
 concerned when she lost sight of one and could not 
 learn of her whereabouts. 
 
 The wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peace- 
 able, gentle and easy to be entreated, fall of mercy and 
 good fruits without partiality, and without hypocrisy. 
 James 3:17.
 
 January 13. 
 
 IT is a picture of the arrival at Young Ladies 
 Seminary, Benicia, in 1865, of two visitors, 
 strangers, whose coming was fraught with im- 
 mense importance to every inmate of the institu- 
 tion. They were not ordinary visitors, one could 
 tell that at a glance, for their faces bore evidence 
 of sojourn in tropical lands and their conversation 
 was replete with stirring incidents and anecdotes 
 that bespoke the world traveler, who was a rarer 
 personage in those days than now. 
 
 Soon we, the students and the Faculty of the 
 Seminary, gathered enough out of which to weave a 
 lovely romance about the lady, who as a young girl 
 had left Mount Holyoke with graduation honors, to 
 become the bride of the young minister from 
 Williams College, and go with him to far-away 
 India to engage in missionary work. 
 
 Was it strange that no passing curiosity became 
 lively interest, as we noted their own absorbing 
 attention to the minutest detail of Seminary work? 
 Doubtless we were prepared in a way for the un- 
 expected which soon came in an announcement 
 from Miss Atkins that she had sold the school 
 our school, for so we loved it! to Doctor and Mrs. 
 Cyrus T. Mills. 
 
 A Seminary is a little world in itself, and for a 
 few days ours seemed torn by some great convulsion 
 of nature, so disturbed were we over the uncertainty 
 and the parting. Fortunately for us, with the sad- 
 ness of parting from one who had held a supreme 
 place in our affections was mingled joy for her, for 
 we knew that the change meant future home happi- 
 ness.
 
 January 14. 
 
 MR. AND MRS. MILLS from the first gave all 
 their interest, energy and means to the work 
 they had set about to accomplish. It was 
 a glorious thing to do, but it meant for them the 
 giving up of all personal aims for the one great 
 purpose the higher education of young women 
 (and at a time in the history of the State when 
 the same power or ability directed toward selfish 
 aims would have made Mr. Mills one of the 
 monied kings of the western coast). 
 
 It meant also, for these two, thinking and living 
 in a work of development for others "when giving 
 was better than getting," and stooping to serve, 
 better than climbing to heights of personal ambi- 
 tion and ease. 
 
 Hand in hand with perfect understanding and 
 singleness of purpose, * * * these two planned and 
 executed. Infinite toil, patience, and love have 
 cemented every part of the work. Since Mr. Mills' 
 death, as we have watched the rare courage of soul, 
 the fidelity of aim with which a woman, single- 
 handed, has borne the burden of the work onward 
 toward completion, we have been lost in wonder and 
 admiration. 
 
 We have known her continuous sacrifice, we have 
 known her great glad joy in giving and doing, her 
 tender loving mother heart, and we rejoice that in 
 response to all this, women in every part of the 
 world rise up and call her "blessed." 
 
 She has given to her children, the Alumnae of 
 the school, and to the women of California, an 
 inheritance whose value cannot be measured. She 
 bids us pass it on a priceless heritage to our chil- 
 dren's children.
 
 January 15. 
 
 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy. peace, long- 
 suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temper- 
 ance. Gal. 5:22-23. 
 
 IN the Benicia days the building was old, not 
 very convenient, and a trifle shabby, but to 
 some of us who were students there but lived 
 far away, it was home as well as school. The 
 writer well remembers saying one day, "My vaca- 
 tion is almost over and in two weeks I shall be 
 going home again." With a loving half- reproach- 
 ful look, she said, "Child, isn't this your home?" 
 
 It is important to add that wherever the Mills 
 Seminary girls have wandered or established them- 
 selves in homes, grand or simple, there they have 
 maintained a high standard of womanhood, and 
 made the quiet walks of life purer and happier by 
 their example. 
 
 An unsought and unexpected tribute was paid by 
 a prominent educator to the training received here, 
 when two Alumnae sisters of S '03, were traveling 
 in Europe under his leadership. 
 
 This college professor said: "When I became 
 acquainted with Mrs. B. and Miss E. I remarked 
 to my wife that I was certain that they had re- 
 ceived their education in some smaller college for 
 women, as there is always a touch of femininity 
 about those young women from smaller colleges that 
 is lacking in those who have passed only thro' the 
 larger co-educational institutions."
 
 January 16. 
 
 Casting all your care upon Him; for he careth for you. 
 I. Peter 5:7. 
 
 1AM glad to refer to numerous Scriptural pas- 
 sages which bear record of my days at Mills 
 and which have been very helpful in my later 
 life. (These references are given under dates of 
 August 2 and October 30, except such as are used 
 for texts on various other pages. C. K. W.) 
 
 Mrs. Mills frequently read these chapters at 
 Prayers and the verses were most wonderfully used 
 in the beautiful prayers she gave. No prayers ever 
 given had more effect upon my thought than those 
 by dear Mrs. Mills. 
 
 When encouraging those who were to take part 
 in public exercises, the concerts, etc., she never 
 failed to point them to the true source of power. 
 II. Tim. 1:7. "For God hath not given us the 
 spirit of fear: but of power and of love and of a 
 sound mind." Also James 1:5 and I. Peter 5:7. 
 
 Mrs. Mills ' deep interest in all our personal affairs 
 was often revealed in referring to circumstances 
 one would think had long since left her thought. 
 She remembered details about everything connected 
 with one's life and its interests. 
 
 After I had left my work in the public school 
 she frequently inquired about several wayward boys 
 who were in my fifth grade the first year I taught 
 school. Her kindly interest in their development 
 was so characteristic of her love for children and 
 fond hopes for their spiritual growth and progress.
 
 January 17. 
 
 WHEN Mrs. Mills visited me in Honolulu, at 
 the time my little Dorothy was three years 
 old, Dorothy addressed her as "Mrs. Mills 
 College." Mrs. Mills enjoyed her new name and 
 her keen and appreciative humor caused her to re- 
 member this years after. 
 
 Altho' for so long associated with older girls, 
 she had a great love for, and was exceedingly sym- 
 pathetic with small children. My little girl, in- 
 stinctively, loved her at once. 
 
 During the eight happy years I spent at Mills, 
 Mrs. Mills never addressed me in a "fault-finding" 
 way. Any reproof was given in a kind, motherly 
 spirit. I can remember her taking hold of my arm 
 one Sunday afternoon, and saying just as a mother 
 might, ' ' This is altogether too thin a dress, my 
 dear child. Change it at once!" But my memory 
 can recall no harsh words spoken to me. 
 
 I shall always cherish, as one of the dearest 
 memories of my life the days which I and my little 
 daughter, Dorothy, spent with Mrs. Mills at the 
 College the year before she passed away. Gentle, 
 loving, tender-hearted, sympathetic, she was a true 
 mother to us both and gave us both a mother's 
 "welcome home." Whatever of sternness had been 
 hers as a college president had vanished, and there 
 remained, this last year, over and above all, the 
 mother spirit of a loving, consecrated woman.
 
 January 18. 
 
 The entrance of thy words giveth light. Pa. 119:180. 
 
 I THINK that my best loved memory of Mrs. 
 Mills during my years as a student is the pic- 
 ture of her at Evening Prayers reading the 
 Bible verses that she loved so well. 
 
 I can see her now as she would pause for a 
 moment, then look up from the book and earnestly 
 tell us of some personal experience and of how 
 she had found her Heavenly Father an ever-present 
 help. One of the oftenest-quoted Bible passages 
 was: "God is our refuge and strength, a very 
 present help in trouble." 
 
 The one hundred twenty-first Psalm she read 
 again and again, likewise the ninety-first. When 
 I hear these Psalms now my thoughts turn at once 
 to Mrs. Mills and I can hear her reading them as 
 I never expect to hear them read again so beau- 
 tifully and in a manner all her own. 
 
 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in 
 trouble. 
 
 Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed 
 and though the mountains be carried into the midst of 
 the sea; 
 
 Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though 
 the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Psalm 
 46:1-3.
 
 I 
 
 January 19. 
 
 N Seminary Hall, at Morning Prayers, one of 
 of her petitions was that her "daughters 
 might be as corner-stones." 
 
 A characteristic of Mrs. Mills that impressed 
 itself upon me was her constant oversight over 
 every department of the Seminary she seemed to 
 be omnipresent. 
 
 During my Senior Middle year, it was my province 
 to attend the front door when visitors called. As 
 all visitors were first to be reported to her, I learned 
 the quickest way to find Mrs. Mills was to stand 
 at the foot of the middle stairway and she almost 
 invariably soon came from some direction either 
 from the dining-room, or her own private rooms, 
 down the stairs, or from some classroom or Sem- 
 inary Hall, on her way to look after some other 
 department. 
 
 She was personally interested in the welfare of 
 her girls, dropping into their rooms at any time 
 during day or evening, always and everywhere un- 
 tiring and alert. 
 
 Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind in 
 stayed on thee; because he trust eth in thee. Isaiah 26:3. 
 
 Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing 
 hall offend them. Ps. 119:165.
 
 A 
 
 January 20. 
 
 N incident that called forth a talk on self- 
 control. 
 
 During the dinner-hour one day, one of the 
 Chinese boys let fall the pile of plates he was car- 
 rying from one of the tables. Of course, there was 
 
 a great crash and Lottie A screamed and 
 
 jumped from her seat (those who knew Lottie will 
 remember how nervous she was), so that some of 
 the girls became excited. I looked at Mrs. Mills. 
 She was as calm and undisturbed as though nothing 
 had happened. 
 
 This incident gave occasion for a talk in Sem- 
 inary Hall upon self-control, which has had a lasting 
 influence upon me. 
 
 On one occasion when Mrs. Mills was at our 
 home in Oakland, she became so interested in a 
 little monkey we had that he was sent to her and 
 she had him in her back room. It was not generally 
 known among the girls that Mrs. Mills had a pet 
 monkey. One evening after supper, when the gen- 
 eral promenade was taking place up and down the 
 main hall, that monkey escaped from his confine- 
 ment, ran up the private hall from Mrs. Mills' 
 sitting-room and appeared around the corner just 
 as the head of the procession came up. 
 
 With screams of fright those girls turned and 
 rushed into the others, causing great excitement. 
 Fortunately I was near, and knowing the cause, 
 secured master monkey, but those leading girls 
 who saw him thought he was a veritable imp of 
 Satan and in pursuit of them.
 
 January 21. 
 
 WHEN Mrs. Mills and Miss Tolman were on 
 a visit East in comparatively recent years, 
 Maria Gardner, now Mrs. Helen Scoville, 
 gave a reception for them at her Fifth avenue 
 school, New York. 
 
 I went from Lancaster, and stopped with Fannie 
 Eouse Carpenter. Mrs. Mills and Miss Tolman 
 were with her also. In fact, Mrs. Mills went with 
 Fannie to meet me at the station at nine o'clock 
 in the evening. 
 
 At breakfast on the day of the reception, Mrs. 
 Mills announced that she wished to visit the Hall 
 of Fame that morning. Miss Goulding, too, was 
 there. So we all started off and tripped way out 
 to 180th street, tramped about, Mrs. Mills leading, 
 until we were tired enough to return home. Fannie 
 said that Mrs. Mills had tired her out the day 
 before in going about. Then in the afternoon she 
 stood for a long time receiving guests. 
 
 I relate this incident to emphasize her untiring 
 activity. 
 
 Mrs. Mills put her whole heart and soul into her 
 work, and served her day and generation well. 
 Many are the women of our land who "will rise up 
 and call her blessed," and I am one of them.
 
 I 
 
 January 22. 
 
 AM one of those whose thought of Mrs. Mills 
 is very tender, and who admired and appre- 
 ciated her in life. 
 
 In my Senior year I was wonderfully impressed 
 by Mrs. Mills' varied ability and marvelous quick- 
 ness of thought and action. 
 
 I recall her exquisite reading of ' ' Sir Launf al 's 
 Vision, ' ' especially, ' ' What is so rare as a day in 
 June," as I have never heard it rendered either 
 before or since. 
 
 She selected and read to us the choicest bits from 
 books we would not readily select for ourselves; 
 selections that had a quickening, stimulating in- 
 fluence upon our minds through her enthusiasm in 
 rendition. 
 
 She would be called from our class in Natural 
 Theology, first to meet visitors and decide an im- 
 portant question, then to the kitchen where trouble 
 had arisen, meeting the emergency by superintend- 
 ing the making of bread for her great family; then 
 returning to the recitation, ascertain by quick 
 questioning the preparation made by every one of 
 that large class. 
 
 Since my own school days, it has been my wonder 
 and admiration to note how wisely she kept in 
 touch with all advance in modern methods of 
 thought.
 
 January 23. 
 
 There is no fear in love: but perfect love casteth out 
 fear. I. John 4:18. 
 
 AS I am cast for the role of "looking back- 
 ward," you will be patient if I indulge in a 
 few reminiscences which an irreverent wag 
 once called "rummy nuisances." 
 
 My first interest in the present Mills College 
 was awakened one day when Mrs. Mills slipped 
 her arm through mine as we walked in the little 
 garden of Benicia Seminary and told me that Mr. 
 Mills had just completed the purchase of a tract of 
 land six miles from Oakland, on which, during the 
 coming year, a suitable building would be put up 
 and the Seminary would be moved to a new loca- 
 tion. I was greatly impressed by this important 
 piece of news conveyed to me in confidence. 
 
 A few weeks before my class graduated we went 
 to San Francisco to have our class picture taken, 
 and the next morning at nine o 'clock the whole 
 class, numbering seventeen, met Mr. Mills at the 
 foot of Market street en route to Broadway, Oak- 
 land. Here we found large conveyances waiting 
 to carry us to this property. 
 
 Our spirits were in tune with the surroundings. 
 Like Pippa, we might have sung, "God's in His 
 Heaven, all's right with the world," for we were 
 then in life's springtime and we gave full ex- 
 pression to our feelings of joy as we sang along 
 the way until we reached this spot, which con- 
 tained then, a few fine old oaks, a shabby farm- 
 house, an uninteresting family, and a few cows.
 
 January 24. 
 
 The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are th 
 everlasting arms. Deut. 33:27. 
 
 1 SHALL never forget, of course, my dear Mills' 
 days seven years of them! A period of seven 
 years in the most impressionable time of one's 
 life is not easily forgotten. During all that time 
 Mrs. Mills was my guardian, so I came to know 
 her very closely, having to consult her as I did on 
 all matters that pertained to me personally. 
 
 At first she seemed to be a little stern, but as I 
 gradually grew to know her and realized how deeply 
 she was concerned in all my affairs, I could but 
 grow to love her. 
 
 I also found that perfect frankness, even in the 
 confessing of a fault, and sincerity were the things 
 that appealed to her most in a girl 's character. 
 And it was after the confession of some prank, 
 hard as it was to come up to it, that a perfect under- 
 standing was created between us. 
 
 I was at "Mills" during a very trying epoch 
 in its history. One in authority had created great 
 trouble. I shall never forget the patience, the 
 firmness, the hope and confidence that the right 
 would win and that assurance of ' ' God 's in His 
 Heaven, all's right in His world" that showed 
 forth in her life. And when the suspense was over 
 how she felt drawn to those who stood by her. 
 
 The Lord is the strength of my life, of whom shall I 
 be afraid) Psalm 27:1.
 
 January 25. 
 
 SUCH a frightened girl as I was when I first 
 entered the Study Hall at Benicia! A gen- 
 uine country girl with all a country girl's 
 determination to do or die. 
 
 But I "did it" in my very first recitation. It 
 was English History under our dear Miss Wilson. 
 She called on me to recite, mercifully, a short topic 
 on one of the early English kings, who, mercifully 
 for me also, had a very short reign. I thought I 
 acquitted myself very well, but at recess, Belle H., 
 a member of the class, asked, "Do you know what 
 you said in your recitation of that king? That he 
 died in the fourth year of his age and the nineteenth 
 year of his reign." I was amazed, and replied: 
 "But no one laughed. If I said that, why did no 
 one laugh ? " " Because you are a new girl, ' ' was 
 the answer. "If you had been an old one we would 
 have shouted." 
 
 There was the key-note sounded in the character 
 the Seminary sought to build: kindness and con- 
 sideration for others, particularly the stranger. 
 
 I do not feel that I am alone in saying that 
 much that we were taught by Mr. and Mrs. Mills 
 was of more importance to the individual upbuild- 
 ing than many of the isms or theories of the present 
 time: the high ideals, the honor of truth, the love 
 of justice, and, above all, the types of Christian 
 womanhood they both endeavored so earnestly to 
 develop in the young minds committed to their 
 care.
 
 January 26. 
 
 IT was no easy task to guide and govern these 
 restless spirits: girls from town and country; 
 from mountain camp and lonely ranch; of all 
 dispositions; many with little or no training. To 
 teach and uplift was the work committed to them. 
 How well they fulfilled their trust is shown by the 
 noble types of womanhood scattered throughout the 
 length and breadth of this broad land. 
 
 An occasion I well recall when I had cause for 
 blushes. The custom was to write a composition 
 every other week. "Compositions" we then termed 
 them; later at Mills we evolved them into essays, 
 now our collegiate sisters, when they do write them, 
 call them "themes" or "theses." 
 
 We gloried in our "compositions"; at least, 
 some did. If we had a misspelled word, it was 
 written on the blackboard just back of the rostrum 
 in the large study hall. Friday afternoons, two girls 
 from each section were selected to read compo- 
 sitions and two to recite some choice poems. All 
 the school assembled for this exercise, and very 
 often visitors. The misspelled words were emblaz- 
 oned on the board in their misspelled way with the 
 name of the unfortunate speller underneath. 
 
 If I were as old as the Sphinx, I could never 
 forget when I saw the word mur-m-e-r, in bold black 
 and white, and beneath it my name. When 
 Mrs. Mills called upon me I had to stand, spell the 
 word as it was on the blackboard and then correctly. 
 I am bound to say that, as I gradually subsided 
 and sank out of sight on the last syllable, Mrs. 
 Mills laughingly remarked that murmuring seemed 
 to be my specialty. I always did think mur-m-e-r 
 more definite. 
 
 In these days this method might not meet with 
 favor, but I know it made us of the early seventies 
 very careful of our orthography.
 
 January 27. 
 
 Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think anything 
 as of ourselves. II. Cor. 3:5. 
 
 WHEN I was a Senior in the Seminary Depart- 
 ment I was elected President of my class, 
 much to my secret elation. I was next to 
 the youngest in the class, and so was very much 
 thrilled by the honor. The question of my efficiency 
 never occurred to me; I was too puffed with pride. 
 
 When Mrs. Mills heard of my election, she 
 straightway sent for me. Not so blind as I to my 
 shortcomings she proceeded to point out to me very 
 frankly but kindly the impossibility of my filling 
 the position as it should be filled. "Why, child! 
 you haven't the proper dignity; you are too young; 
 you lack the required judgment such a position 
 demands," etc., etc. So did Mrs. Mills peel the 
 scales from my eyes. I was dreadfully hurt, but 
 bore no resentment because she was just. I was 
 all she said and more too. That talk I will never 
 forget, nor shall I cease to marvel over how beau- 
 tifully she brought me down to earth and showed 
 me my real self. I left her presence a saddened 
 creature, but there was no rancor. Justice meted 
 out may hurt, but it never leaves a scar. I was made 
 to see my own inefficiency so clearly that I was 
 glad to resign, and what was more, I resigned with 
 a sweet taste in my mouth. 
 
 I have often wondered how many people could 
 tell a conceited high school senior that she wasn't 
 capable of filling the class president's chair and 
 be loved and respected for it. Surely no other but 
 Mrs. Mills!
 
 January 28. 
 
 THE Twenty-third Psalm was such a favorite 
 with Mrs. Mills that I actually feel it be- 
 longed to her. Never do I hear it but I can 
 see Mrs. Mills at Prayers, shut the big Bible with 
 a sigh, fold her hands, and say in her lovely voice, 
 "Let us all recite together that beautiful Psalm, 
 'The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.' " 
 
 Never can I forget Mrs. Mills' warning of the 
 so-called "Mushroom friendships," that die out as 
 quickly as they spring to sight. 
 
 How she would emphasize the dangers and the 
 cheapness of those close intimacies. 
 
 "Be careful, young ladies," she would admonish, 
 "choose your friends slowly; take your time; let 
 friendships ripen slowly, as do all good fruits." 
 Those words have fairly rung in my ears ever since 
 I left Mills. 
 
 During my four years of college life in Cam- 
 bridge, Massachusetts, I endeavored to follow dear 
 Mrs. Mills' advice, and even now in married life, 
 I bear it in mind, for after all what wonderful 
 advice it is. It is surely one 's environment that 
 forms one's character, and what is that environ- 
 ment but one's circle of friends. 
 
 How often in the famous five o'clock teas would 
 the law of Physics be expounded to us: "Heat 
 expands and cold contracts." This in connection 
 with our favorite habit of decorating the dressers 
 by slipping photographs between the glass and 
 frame. The law was always a preface to the talk 
 on the costly habit of mirror decorating. 
 
 (See February 20.)
 
 January 29. 
 
 MES. MILLS was not to be measured by the 
 standard of the average woman. Few have 
 been gifted with an intellect so keen and 
 alert, or a foresight so intuitive. With no marked 
 mathematical ability, and with no apparent sys- 
 tematic or logical process of reasoning, she would 
 arrive at a conclusion and grasp a truth with a 
 celerity fairly bewildering to her less brilliant 
 associates, but entirely justified by later events. 
 
 With her, to think was to act, and her mind was 
 constantly employed with outreaching plans for the 
 upbuilding of the College plans which sooner or 
 later rarely failed to materialize. 
 
 New buildings sprang up as if by magic; the 
 grounds were beautified and the material needs of 
 the College looked after; the water system, the 
 vegetable gardens, the stable, and the laundry. 
 
 At the same time she was planning for the in- 
 tellectual development of the institution. 
 
 There were dreams to be realized and hopes to be 
 fulfilled. The Preparatory Department was done 
 away with, and in fullness of time the Seminary 
 became a College; not perfected in all its details, 
 not equipped as she desired, but it had a recognized 
 existence. It was in its infancy, and money, loving 
 thought and never-ending care were necessary to 
 its growth and development. 
 
 She longed for the means, and gave her best 
 thought and untiring energy to secure it. Her 
 private means were dedicated to this object, and yet 
 she needed more. "The ruling passion strong in 
 death" some call it. But if it were the ruling 
 passion, its ends were not subservient to her per- 
 sonal gratification, but to the growth and assured 
 future of the child of her hopes.
 
 January 30. 
 
 WITH her mental endowments a remarkable 
 physical alertness was combined. She was 
 here, there, and everywhere a veritable 
 will-o'-the-wisp, always sought for because always 
 vanishing. It was a standing joke with the students 
 that if it were necessary to find Mrs. Mills, one 
 need only take her station at a given point for five 
 minutes when she would appear with flying feet 
 from nobody knew where. 
 
 One moment she was in her room, apparently en- 
 grossed in work; the next, a glance from the win- 
 dow revealed her gathering flowers for some friend 
 who had called, or discussing with the gardener 
 some plans for his work. Again she would be 
 found in the library looking for a book or chatting 
 with the librarian in regard to some of the arrange- 
 ments. Another turn would disclose her in the 
 laboratory, in the kitchen directing the daily meals, 
 or in the room of a disabled student, speaking a 
 word of encouragement or admonition. 
 
 She came and went like a flash of light. I used 
 laughingly to say to her, when trying in vain to 
 keep up with her meteor-like movements, that all 
 I hoped for was to remain in sight of the feather 
 on her hat which I knew would finally lead me to 
 her goal. 
 
 So she kept on day after day, followed by months 
 and years of activity until "beyond the allotted 
 space of years" she gave into the keeping of others 
 the care which had claimed her love and attention 
 the better part of her life, and for which she 
 labored alone for many a year.
 
 January 31. 
 
 JAMES M. AND JULIA M. TOLMAN. 
 
 Born 1829; Mrs. Mills' brother and sister (twins); 
 
 James died 1831; Julia died 1871. 
 
 From Julia's Daily Food reference, 1838. 
 
 And I will put my Spirit within you and cause you to 
 walk in my statutes. Ezek. 36:27. 
 
 O, send thy Spirit down to write 
 
 Thy law upon my heart, 
 Nor let my tongue indulge deceit 
 
 Nor act the liar's part. 
 
 Cast thy burden upon the Lord and He shall sustain 
 thee. Psalm 55:22. 
 
 MES. TOLMAN, when Miss Julia Tolman, also 
 taught at Mt. Holyoke, and was greatly 
 beloved by her pupils. She and her five 
 sisters were at Mt. Holyoke twenty-five years as 
 scholars and teachers. Their father often said, 
 "We certainly know Mary Lyon and Mt. Holyoke 
 well!" and well he might, having in summer sun 
 and winter snow driven them in turn from and to 
 their home in Ware, taking sometimes one and 
 sometimes three as they were enrolled for study 
 at Mt. Holyoke or were engaged in teaching there. 
 
 These words of Mary Lyon were beautifully ex- 
 emplified in the life of Miss Julia Tolman: "In 
 your service for the Master do not expect praise 
 or reward. Do all out of sheer love for your Savior. 
 Live near Him not afar off. Try to please Him, 
 try to be like Him. A present trust in Him is the 
 best preparation for every trial that may come to 
 you, the best preparation for your closing hour."
 
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 February 1. 
 
 The days of our years are three-score years and ten; 
 and if by reason of strength they be four-score years, yet 
 is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off 
 and we fly away. Psalm 90:10. 
 
 THUS oft it is in life; we have our round of 
 pleasures, and joys and pastimes fill our days 
 with glee, but comes a time unconsciously 
 but surely unto some, and ere they are aware, the 
 pure delights of youth are gone, the cheerful middle- 
 age has lost its savor, and loveless and forlorn they 
 drift along the broad stream of existence to life's 
 close. 
 
 Well-favored they who keep their hearts attuned 
 to nature, youth, and gladness as the years glide by. 
 
 'Twas thus, with our beloved Mrs. Mills. The 
 Christian faith and hope and peace and joy, El 
 Campanil chimes out each changing hour, are echoes 
 only of her own sweet life. "I'm eighty-six years 
 young" she often said in that last year she dwelt 
 with us on earth. 
 
 Thus age with her was not a "growing old," but 
 beautiful decline, as sets the sun in golden glory 
 of an autumn sky, or sinks behind some summit 
 winter-born but roseate in the evening's twilight 
 glow. 
 
 Progressive, great, and broad in heart and mind, 
 for her, advancing years meant growing young; 
 esteeming more and more each passing year with 
 wonder to behold "What God hath wrought!" yet 
 conscious, too, that in His own good time, she 
 would know for them, she would see Him face to 
 face.
 
 February 2. 
 
 MAY every soul that touches mine, 
 Be it the slightest contact, get therefrom 
 some good, 
 
 Some little grace, one kindly thought, 
 One aspiration yet unfelt, one bit of courage 
 For the darkening sky, one gleam of faith 
 To brave the thickening ills of life, 
 One glimpse of brighter sky beyond the gathering 
 
 mist, 
 
 To make this life worth while 
 And heaven a heritage. " 
 
 After the beautiful lines on influence, quoted 
 above, came into Mrs. Mills' possession, she ob- 
 tained many card copies which she lovingly gave to 
 her girls who returned to see her, and distributed 
 also among the Faculty members and the students 
 at the College. 
 
 Just another instance of how she 'passed on' 
 something that pleased or helped her. 
 
 A hope expressed by Mrs. Mills after she became 
 President Emeritus. 
 
 "I hope our girls will be encouraged to continue 
 to read in concert, and I hope they will keep up 
 their quiet fifteen, morning and evening. It has 
 done a great deal to make our school a Christian 
 one." 
 
 Mills daughters who went forth from four years' 
 fostering care had learned from practical lessons of 
 economy, to utilize all blank leaves of letters, and 
 to keep daily accounts. The molding influence of 
 Mrs. Mills' weekly talks will be remembered and 
 applied in daily life, when text-book reference and 
 lecture have faded from mind.
 
 February 3. 
 
 IN the early "seventies" I was principal of 
 St. Mary's School in Benicia. I had early 
 learned that Dr. and Mrs. Mills had removed 
 their school from Benieia to a suburb of Oakland. 
 
 One day I was pleasantly surprised by a visit 
 from Mrs. Mills, who wished to spend two or three 
 hours in my class-room. This was the first time I 
 had seen her. 
 
 Some years later I was asked by Mrs. Mills to 
 become one of the principals in the new school. I 
 accepted the offer and remained several years, and 
 would have remained permanently could I have 
 induced my aged father, whose care was mine, to 
 join me and make a home for us in a cottage on 
 the grounds of Mills Seminary. He thought he 
 was too old and did not come. 
 
 I remained there long enough to know Mrs. Mills 
 thoroughly, and to regard her as a second Mary 
 Lyon. 
 
 Intellectually while she was not of the same type 
 as Julia Ward Howe, whom I also knew personally, 
 it is just to say that among literary women and 
 educators, I think that Mrs. Mills had the larger 
 usefulness.
 
 February 4. 
 
 WILL any of the thousands of girls who at- 
 tended the Wednesday afternoon talks ever 
 forget them! The wealth of experience 
 little appreciated by us then, but how gladly remem- 
 bered and put to good use in these days of our life 
 battle! 
 
 In illness what could exceed her kindness! I 
 remember I was at one time threatened with 
 chronic bronchitis. No sooner did she realize that 
 I was so ill, than my room was changed to a 
 warmer and sunnier one where I was near the 
 matron and near the dining-room. The ripest of 
 fruits and many dainties and flowers found their 
 way to my room, and many and many a night would 
 Mrs. Mills herself come up at nine o 'clock, bring- 
 ing my mug of cream. This in itself is a very 
 small thing, perhaps, but it serves as an index of 
 her character the little things, the minutiae, how 
 potent they are after all in influencing us in accom- 
 plishing results! 
 
 It was this incessant attention to every detail 
 that went on, whether in the kitchen, the office, 
 the grounds; the little events in the lives of each 
 girl all were important to her; nothing too little 
 to be despised or overlooked. And after all, isn't 
 that a really grand trait of character? One that 
 simply shows that the person who forgets no detail 
 can grasp nobly the great whole realizing that the 
 little cells unless perfect cannot make a perfect 
 whole. 
 
 T have not departed from thy judgments for thou hast 
 taught me. Psalm 119:102.
 
 February 5. 
 
 TO almost every college student the term Alma 
 Mater signifies the institution from which 
 he or she graduated. To you and to me 
 it signifies not only Mills College, but also her 
 who had so large a part in its foundation, who 
 loved it into being and through whose life and effort 
 and beneficent gifts it is what it is. Truly she 
 was our Good Mother. Do you remember how she 
 would say, regretfully, "I have no child of my 
 own"; then add with pride, "but I have a thou- 
 sand daughters! " 
 
 While Mrs. Mills' heart and soul were wrapped 
 up in the institution she loved, no one was ever 
 more keenly alive to all topics of world-interest. 
 
 I recall with intense pleasure the occasion of an 
 address delivered by Mr. Eoosevelt in the Greek 
 Theatre at Berkeley in March, 1911. The place was 
 thronged. With the opening strains of Priest's 
 March by the orchestra, President Wheeler of the 
 University of California entered, escorting the 
 famous orator of the day. Behind them followed 
 scores of educators from many seats of learning 
 along the coast. They took their seats upon the 
 platform, and Dr. Jordan of Stanford University 
 sat at Mrs. Mills' side. 
 
 It was gratifying to observe the deferential atti- 
 tude of that man so big of body, mind and heart, 
 as he now and again conversed with the little 
 woman beside him upon whom the hand of time 
 was resting heavily. At the conclusion of the pro- 
 gram it was David Starr Jordan who escorted Mrs. 
 Mills to Colonel Eoosevelt, and who introduced 
 them. Across the sea of faces there was one daugh- 
 ter at least who was proud for her mother's sake.
 
 February 6. 
 
 The effectual fervent prayer of s righteous man ayaileth 
 much. James 5:16. 
 
 HOW indelibly is stamped the memory of the 
 prayers that Mrs. Mills poured out in our 
 behalf in Assembly Hall evening after even- 
 ing, day after day, year after year! Listen and 
 you can hear her voice, "I will lift up mine eyes 
 unto the hills from whence cometh my help! My 
 help cometh from the Lord. ' ' 
 
 It was at home among her girls that Mrs. Mills' 
 richest life was spent. 
 
 As a member of the Faculty, I remember with 
 much tenderness the Quiet Fifteen of a Sabbath 
 morning when we would gather in the faculty room 
 and after a portion of Scripture, we would kneel 
 and be led in prayer by Mrs. Mills. Her hands 
 grasping the arms of her chair, her body erect, her 
 face turned upward, she would utter her soul 's 
 desire for the girls she loved and for wisdom and 
 guidance in the maintenance of the institution 
 which was her very life. 
 
 O, girls! Her prayers are our inheritance. 
 Our lives are her memorial.
 
 February 7. 
 
 For a birthday of February 11. 
 
 CAN you not see Mrs. Mills looking over those 
 half -glasses of hers? Can you not hear her 
 say, "Welcome home, my daughters." 
 Can you not feel the thrill of fear, Mills girls, 
 when sent to Mrs. Mills because of some misde- 
 meanor or, as we said, "scrape we got into?" 
 Again those half-glasses and eyes looking over 
 them. "Young ladies what means this unseemly 
 conduct? It ought not so to be." 
 
 How well I remember my first enforced visit to 
 Mrs. Mills! "Why were you sent to me, Helen?" 
 she asked. "I I I said 'I didn't know' to 
 
 Miss , and she sent me to you, but I didn't 
 
 know, Mrs. Mills," I replied. Tears were stream- 
 ing down my cheeks and I must have been a woe- 
 ful object. I am sure now Mrs. Mills wanted to 
 laugh, but it was not funny to me then. 
 
 My instructions were never to say, "I don't 
 know" or "I didn't know," but "do not know, or 
 did not know. There is always plenty of time to 
 speak correctly. Besides, you are here to know. ' ' 
 
 That time I escaped easily, but later my offense 
 was greater. I with the other day scholars were 
 ushered into Mrs. Mills' presence. "Be seated, 
 young ladies. " Down we sat upon a sofa, Mrs. 
 Mills seated in front of us. Never have I trembled 
 more, never did a sofa shake more than that morn- 
 ing. I believe I always avoided that corner ever 
 afterward; and I am sure we never mailed another 
 letter for any girl while we attended Mills Sem- 
 inary.
 
 February 8. 
 
 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom 
 . . . and whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in 
 
 the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and 
 
 the Father by him. Col. 3:16,17. 
 
 1DID not understand Mrs. Mills until my Senior 
 year. Later when I returned for work in the 
 Music Department I saw another phase of her 
 character, and how she enjoyed the girls' innocent 
 escapades. 
 
 One day I was in her room when some of the 
 girls were ushered in from the Gymnasium. They 
 had sewed lace in their bloomers and they certainly 
 looked ridiculous. Of course, they were repri- 
 manded, but hardly were they out of the room 
 before Mrs. Mills was chuckling with laughter, her 
 eyes fairly dancing in enjoyment. "Oh! how funny 
 girls arel I do love them and their pranks." 
 
 Many times have I heard her say, "My girls 
 keep me young." 
 
 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, 
 that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also 
 shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. 
 Psalm 1:3.
 
 February 9. 
 
 _But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven where 
 neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do 
 not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, 
 there will your heart be also. Matt. 6:20-21. 
 
 WOEDS cannot express how grateful I feel to 
 the school and also to dear Mrs. Mills for 
 all she did for me. I have often said that 
 if I had a dozen girls, each should have her college 
 course in Mills. There is something one gets from 
 such a Christian home, and from the intimate asso- 
 ciation with the beautiful characters of all the 
 teachers that is hard to estimate. 
 
 The wealth of a Croesus would not tempt me to 
 give up what Mills gave me, and what Mills is we 
 all feel is due to Mrs. Mills, her personality and her 
 devotion coupled with wonderful insight into char- 
 acter that enabled her to select most efficient assist- 
 ants teachers that one who did not know Mrs. 
 Mills' power of discernment, would have considered 
 surprisingly strong, considering the lack of college 
 endowment. 
 
 My life at Mills was one of sweet harmonious 
 development never monotonous yet one day very 
 much like another. And Mrs. Mills' influence was 
 in the thousand and one little helps that might seem 
 very insignificant to express, but won her my de- 
 votion.
 
 February 10. 
 
 Quench not the Spirit. I. Thess. 5:19. 
 
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 RS. MILLS was a unique figure, for truly in 
 this world of varied personalities there was 
 none other like her. 
 
 One might as easily analyze the solar spectrum 
 to tell which of the component parts is most beau- 
 tiful yet when all is said and done it is the perfect 
 blending of all these parts that gives the unified 
 result which we admire as a perfect whole. 
 
 So it is when we think of Mrs. Mills. Sometimes 
 her keenness of intellect, sometimes her broad sym- 
 pathy, sometimes her humor took turns in appealing 
 to one, yet it was not any one predominant trait 
 we loved her for, but rather the perfect poise and 
 balance they produced in her character. 
 
 One of the salient traits in her character was her 
 unfailing sense of humor. I was soon impressed 
 with her purposeful use of it. For example, one 
 week I particularly recall, was noted by the many 
 requests she had for absences one Saturday. Very 
 many of the girls had dental appointments. It so 
 happened that Mrs. Mills herself went to town that 
 day and returned on the five-twenty car. Nothing 
 was said, but a number of us noted her close 
 scrutiny of the girls as they started from the 
 station staggering under the weight of the inev- 
 itable suit-case. That evening before prayers, she 
 remarked her pleasure at seeing all in their places 
 promptly after the great exodus. Then added most 
 naively, "But young ladies, I don't understand the 
 modern dentist. In my day he filled teeth, but 
 now he seems to fill suit cases." The incident 
 passed off with a laugh, but the reproof sank very 
 deep, and so far as I know was effective more so 
 than a sermon could possibly have been.
 
 February 11. 
 
 DOROTHY MILLS SMITH 
 Great Grand Niece; now a Sophomore at Mills College. 
 
 WHEN this grandniece united with the Mills 
 College Church, Mrs. Amelia Truesdell, who 
 was present, was so impressed by the serv- 
 ice and the sermon that she wrote the following 
 verses, based upon the theme. She also wrote the 
 music for them. 
 
 THE WAITING NOTE. 
 (And they sang as it were a new note.) 
 
 In the full celestial chorus 
 
 Waits one strain for only me; 
 Note of that immortal measure 
 
 From earth's death-note ever free. 
 May I, with my heart's own spirit 
 
 Catch that harmony divine; 
 Strike the chord with tone unerring, 
 
 Knowing it as only mine! 
 
 Mine with not a broken cadence; 
 
 Mine for God's eternal chime; 
 Keyed to heavenly diapason, 
 
 "When the world He swung in rhyme; 
 In majestic majors swelling, 
 
 Mine where men and angels meet; 
 And the spheres in grand crescendo, 
 
 Lay their worship at His feet. 
 
 Amelia Woodward Truesdell, Mills College, 1910. 
 Dedicated to Mrs. Susan L. Mills.
 
 February 12. 
 
 The Birthday of Abraham Lincoln. 
 
 WHY Mrs. Mills' middle name is Lincoln I do 
 not know, but I do know she had a great 
 admiration for the character of Lincoln, 
 and a tender and sympathetic regard for his 
 memory. 
 
 She was so interested in commemorating the one 
 hundredth anniversary of his birth that she sur- 
 prised those at the College on that occasion by 
 having unveiled below the portrait of Lincoln, in 
 the Recreation Boom, a bronze tablet upon which is 
 inscribed his famous Gettysburg address. 
 
 At the noon hour, interesting exercises preceded 
 the ceremony of the unveiling, President Mills her- 
 self acting as Master of Ceremonies. Mrs. Mills 
 introduced the program by saying: 
 
 "The Legislature of California has exercised its 
 law-making power by enacting that this Friday, 
 February 12, 1909, be particularly observed by the 
 schools of our State as 'Lincoln Day,' to commem- 
 orate the one hundredth birthday of the greatest 
 of our national heroes." 
 
 After giving an interesting account of the legis- 
 lative proceedings of enactment, and repeating Gov- 
 ernor Gillett's words closing: "Let every one lay 
 aside personal concerns for a little time and join 
 heartily in this celebration of Lincoln's anniver- 
 sary," she said, "so we here have fittingly set 
 aside our accustomed tasks to unite with others 
 throughout the length and breadth of the land, in 
 offering a tribute to this foremost of Americans, 
 this hero, emancipator, and martyr."
 
 February 13. 
 
 THE great number of remarkable qualities 
 possessed by Mrs. Mills combine into such a 
 wonderful whole, such a unique personality, 
 that it is difficult to analyze them into separate 
 characteristics. 
 
 Perhaps Mrs. Mills' love for children, especially 
 for "her girls" and their little ones, is most im- 
 pressed upon my mind because of two letters she 
 wrote after my baby came in 1912, not long before 
 her last illness. She said: 
 
 "I shall hope when he is old enough that you 
 will bring him over to see me, for you know I am 
 always greatly interested in my 'children' and 
 'grand children.' 
 
 "I have not been very well of late, and you will 
 pardon me for sending a short letter, but I wanted 
 to send my love and congratulations. 
 
 "I am sure you will bring the little boy up to be 
 a great blessing and comfort to all with whom he 
 comes in contact. I fear he will not be a candidate 
 for Mills." 
 
 I am looking back over a period of twenty-five 
 years to Commencement Day, and to that wonderful 
 little figure, the President of Mills College. Again 
 I hear her benediction as I with others went forth 
 from its portals, lovingly called "one of her girls," 
 to face life's vicissitudes and to prove the value 
 and worth of her care and tender guardianship dur- 
 ing my formative years.
 
 February 14. 
 
 And a little child shall lead them. Isaiah 11:0. 
 
 MY contribution for the Year Book is a copy 
 of a dear letter that Mrs. Mills wrote on 
 the occasion of the birth of my grand- 
 daughter, Azalene Ward Eaton. 
 
 Mrs. Mills claimed her as the first great grand- 
 child of Mills Seminary, as she was the first child 
 whose mother and grandmother had both been grad- 
 uated under Mrs. Mills' instruction. 
 
 Dear Great Granddaughter, 
 
 I am ao glad you have reached San Francisco. 
 We have been expecting you for some time. We 
 welcome you, and expect you to be a dear, good 
 little maiden, a great comfort to your Mamma and 
 Papa and to all who love you already. 
 
 May you grow better and bigger every day and 
 be a blessing to everybody. 
 
 I think of you most tenderly and pray God to 
 bless you, dear little one. 
 
 Affectionately, 
 
 GRANDMA MILLS. 
 Mills College, 
 November 8, 1901. 
 
 "Mary Lyon used to say to us, 'You will become 
 more Christlike by loving little children.' "
 
 February 15. 
 
 1HAVE seen much and experienced much in these 
 years now gone, sharing as a common lot the 
 trials and sorrows inextricably interwoven with 
 life. There have been disappointments of many 
 fair young dreams, but there is one object that 
 stands forth without impairment, that has grown 
 with my maturity, and has become revealed to me 
 in my fuller understanding as incomparably great 
 and that is, the revered President of our beloved 
 Alma Mater, Mrs. Susan L. Mills. 
 
 So strong were the effects of her influence, BO 
 abiding the fruits of her wisdom, that the scenes 
 of long ago where she took an active part, appear 
 as of yesterday, and that what we believe and 
 think can, in a large measure, be traced back to 
 those early days when she was our friend and guide. 
 
 How vivid even now to my memory are what she 
 called "General Exercises," held at Seminary Hall 
 every Tuesday afternoon, and her peremptory in- 
 junction, "none to be excused." 
 
 Here she met her "girls" alone, none of the 
 Faculty being present. 
 
 She met them as a loving mother, but with the 
 wisdom of a Solomon. 
 
 Here she poured out her great spirit. Her won- 
 derful range of experience in many lands. Her 
 clear insight into practical life made her a mar- 
 velous counselor and adviser, and an incalculable 
 force for good, acting upon the plastic natures 
 before her.
 
 February 16. 
 
 THESE heart-to-heart talks can never be for- 
 gotten or even over-estimated in their benefi- 
 cent effects. The full range of conduct in 
 its minutest details was intimately discussed. 
 
 The "girls' " correspondence, "the messages to 
 the dear ones at home, " as to their regularity and 
 care that nothing was written that would worry or 
 annoy, were subjects of soundest advice and instruc- 
 tion. 
 
 The matters of table etiquette, dress, personal 
 conduct on trains and on boats, the care of our 
 health, our duties to each other and to our teachers, 
 and to the servants (her frequent admonition being 
 "be considerate of those who serve") were pre- 
 sented to us in a manner and with a persuasiveness 
 that forever affected and modified our conduct. 
 
 Were it going home time, her guardful spirit was 
 present with timely and helpful advice and implicit 
 directions were given us, down to the trunk "to be 
 marked with a little red cord or ribbon." Our 
 conduct when at home, our greeting of old friends, 
 perhaps less fortunate than ourselves in the pos- 
 session of opportunities, to eschew petty assump- 
 tions, and at home, to be of use and service to our 
 parents, and to show a due consideration to the 
 old grandparents. In all these and kindred sub- 
 jects she most carefully admonished us, thus incul- 
 cating in us the most splendid precepts of life. 
 Her definition of politeness I have never forgotten, 
 "Kindness manifested in an easy and graceful man- 
 ner."
 
 February 17. 
 
 EMILY TOLMAN CONDRON 
 Born 1819; died 1856. 
 Mrs. Mills' oldest sister. 
 
 From "Daily Food" texts of Julia Tolman, 1838. 
 Thou, Lord, art good and ready to forgive and plenteous 
 in mercy unto all them that call upon thee. Psalm 86:5. 
 
 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I seek, 
 
 This is the total sum; 
 Mercy through Christ, is all my suit, 
 
 Lord, let thy mercy come. 
 
 Be merciful unto me, O Lord, for I cry unto thee daily. 
 Psalm 86:3. 
 
 SO many beautiful quotations and conversations 
 will come to me when it is too late! 
 
 But I shall always remember one statement 
 she made in one of her leeturettes to the girls. 
 She said she had often been asked to what she 
 owed her success in life, and her reply was always 
 the same, "To my close attention to details." 
 
 One evening after a very pleasant reception and 
 musicale, one of the young ladies in bidding Mrs. 
 Mills good-night said courteously, "I have enjoyed 
 myself very much." "Oh," said Mrs. Mills, "do 
 you not mean that you enjoyed the music?" 
 
 I prize my rose pillow filled with petals from 
 the rose-garden which gave place to the Margaret 
 Carnegie Library. The suggestion was given me 
 by Mrs. Mills as she encouraged us to cut off the 
 withered blossoms that the new flowers might be 
 more beautiful.
 
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 February 18. 
 
 Y knowledge of Mr. and Mrs. Mills began in 
 1869 at the old Benicia home. 
 
 It is difficult to state what were the char- 
 acteristics of Mrs. Mills that made the most im- 
 pression upon my mind and helped influence my life. 
 However, her strict admonitions as to the small 
 duties and courtesies in our daily intercourse with 
 our fellow-beings, and loyalty to our friends, have 
 always been with me. 
 
 She entered into our amusements and tried to 
 give us rational pleasures in our school-life. The 
 rules were not many, but we were given clearly to 
 understand that they must be obeyed. 
 
 We would not have been girls if we had not at 
 times chafed under them, but we knew very well 
 that the unreasonableness dwelt not in the rules, 
 but in ourselves; in the restlessness and impatience 
 of youth. She often said, and only too truly, that 
 "those who never obey are not fitted to command." 
 
 One pithy saying which always excited our 
 laughter was in reference to girls marrying as 
 soon as they left school. 
 
 Mrs. Mills was in favor of marriage and home 
 life, but urged us not to enter upon matrimony too 
 hastily, and would conclude her remarks by saying: 
 "Young ladies, remember 'windfalls go first.' "
 
 February 19. 
 
 THE Bible motto she gave my class was the 
 one the revered Mary Lyon gave hers: 
 "Freely ye have received, freely give." 
 
 My interest in all missionary work is attributable 
 to her. An interest I have always tried to keep np. 
 
 She was far-seeing and skilled in her comprehen- 
 sion of character. 
 
 It was her aim to build upon that which is im- 
 perishable the heart and mind. 
 
 The cunning hand of the painter can depict the 
 lineaments of the face or the beauties of the land- 
 scapes. The sculptor wields the hammer and chisel 
 and the white marble gleams in the light, claiming 
 our admiration. The songstress thrills our soul with 
 her divine notes, but the colors fade, and the can- 
 vas moulders to dust, whilst the voice of the singer 
 is stilled by an inevitable death, but great and 
 good deeds forever bear witness of the large heart 
 from whence they sprung. 
 
 Bring ye all the tithes into the store-house that there 
 may be meat in my house, and prove me now herewith, 
 gaith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open yon the windows 
 of heaven, and pour yon out a blessing that there shall 
 not be room to receive it. Mai. 3:10.
 
 February 20. 
 
 Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom, neither let 
 the mighty man glory in his might, let not the rich man 
 glory in his riches; but let him that glorieth glory in this, 
 that he understandeth and knoweth me, that I am the 
 Lord which exercise loving kindness, judgment, and right- 
 eousness in the earth: for in these things I delight, saith 
 the Lord. Jeremiah 9:23-24. 
 
 (From Jan. 28) 
 
 1 LIVED under Mrs. Mills' roof-tree seven years, 
 and I loved her with my whole heart. A nobler 
 woman, grander woman never lived. Her teach- 
 ings, her religion, her sympathy, and her love can 
 never be forgotten. 
 
 My one regret is that my babies will never know 
 Mrs. Mills the most wonderful woman in every 
 sense that I have ever known. 
 
 (Note: The writer of these paragraphs is a 
 granddaughter of Mrs. Mills, in the sense that 
 daughters of Mills Girls are all considered her 
 ' ' granddaughters. ' ' Her mother was a Mills daugh- 
 ter of the "seventies." After the mother's death, 
 the writer, then a little girl, came with an older 
 sister to the College roof-tree. She remained to 
 graduate from the Seminary, and to begin her col- 
 lege work preparatory to entering Radcliffe. The 
 impressions of one who was with Mrs. Mills so 
 many years, mean much. C.) 
 
 And be not conformed to this world; but be ye trans- 
 formed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove 
 what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect will of 
 God. Rom. 12:2.
 
 February 21. 
 
 A "PEDIGREED" CAKE. 
 (Verbatim Copy.) 
 Mt. Vernon Cake. 
 
 (From a recipe used in General Washington's 
 
 family) 
 
 1% Ibs. sugar % Ib. butter 
 
 1% Ibs- flour 6 eggs 
 
 1 pt. sour cream 1 teaspoonful soda 
 
 (in the cream) 
 
 Grated rind of 2 lemons 1 Ib. raisins 
 
 Juice of 1 lemon, 1 nutmeg 1 Ib. currants 
 A little ground mace % Ib. citron 
 
 Cream butter and sugar together, add yolks of 
 eggs well-beaten, then, cream and flour alternately. 
 Then add whites of eggs well-beaten, and last of 
 all the fruits floured. 
 
 Bake about two hours if in one pan. While bak- 
 ing cover with buttered paper. Brick ovens being 
 used in those days it bakes too quickly. 
 
 Pedigree: This recipe was given to Mrs. Stephen 
 van Eenssalaer, wife of the Gen. G., by Lady Wash- 
 ington, who gave it to the grandmother of Mrs. 
 Lansing, who gave it to Mrs. Davenport, who gave 
 it to Mrs. Percy, who sends it with her kind regards 
 to Mrs. Mills, February 22, 1903.
 
 February 22. 
 
 AN annual and characteristic feature of college 
 life is the Washington Birthday celebra- 
 tion which never fails to bring forth great 
 displays of talent with results beautiful and aston- 
 ishing. 
 
 The holiday is usually spent in preparation for 
 the evening's celebration. Tables are appropriately 
 decorated in patriotic colors and emblems, for the 
 dinner hour, and the powdered hair and gay cos- 
 tumes make the scene festive as well as charming. 
 
 In Seminary days, the Seminary Seniors were 
 hostesses. Now, the Freshmen hold that honor and 
 privilege. This is the one party of the year held 
 in Lisser Hall. A gavotte or minuet is always a 
 feature of the evening. 
 
 Mrs. Mills always enjoyed these affairs and often 
 wore a dainty piece of old lace as cap or fichu, to 
 show her interest in the spirit of the occasion. 
 
 This little incident took place in the early '90s. 
 
 We were not supposed to don men's attire even 
 in the plays we gave. It was the 22d of February. 
 ' ' Bloomers ' ' had recently been adopted for ' ' Gym ' ' 
 work. Tired of the hosts of Martha Washingtons 
 in powdered hair and crossed kerchiefs that saun- 
 tered .into the dining-room, I rigged up a wonderful 
 George's costume. The only incongruity was a 
 dashing, bold, upturned moustache. 
 
 After grace, I marched through the maze of 
 Lady Washingtons and with one accord was loudly 
 cheered by my many spouses. Mrs. Mills, hearing 
 the unusual noise, hastened from the "little dining- 
 room" to be confronted with this cavalier. "Who 
 is itf " she said. Then the bravery of a Washington 
 even was at stake. Hating to capitulate his ready 
 wit manifested itself. He walked solemnly over to 
 her, made a sweeping bow, his hand on his heart, 
 then stepping nearer, he took her hand and kneel- 
 ing, kissed it. 
 
 It is needless to say there was no reprimand, but 
 a jolly evening, all the happier for the victory of 
 the earlier hour.
 
 February 23. 
 
 Be of the same mind one towards another. Mind not 
 high things, but condescend to men of low estate. Be not 
 wise in your own conceits. Overcome evil with good. 
 Bom. 12:16, 21. 
 
 If any be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual, 
 restore such an one, in the spirit of meekness ; considering 
 thyself, lest thou also be tempted. Gal. 6:1. 
 
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 OTES from some of Mrs. Mills' talks. 
 
 What are you here for! What are your 
 life plans? 
 
 The Building of Character not what you do, but 
 what you are. 
 
 True character after Divine Patterns. 
 
 Every man's life a plan of God we make or 
 mar it. 
 
 God designed perfection in details as well as in 
 the whole. 
 
 We fail to attain what we seek in wealth, honor 
 but spiritual and moral good, all may attain. 
 
 Mary Lyon's was the most fruitful life lived by 
 a woman in the nineteenth century. 
 
 If you commence teaching and do not succeed, 
 see to it that you do succeed. 
 
 Be strong and of good courage. 
 
 Let every man prove his own work and then he shall 
 rejoice in himself alone, and not in another. Gal. 6 :4. 
 
 Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, 
 and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: 
 And be ye kind to one another, tender hearted, forgiving 
 one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven 
 you. Eph. 4:31,32.
 
 MRS. MILLS IN THE 
 EARLY SEVENTIES
 
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 February 24. 
 
 UTLD good foundations. 
 
 Christian character, on great eternal prin- 
 ciples. 
 
 Truth, through and through; falsehood mars char- 
 acter always. 
 
 Purity A canon of art that an artist who lives 
 badly never can paint a good picture. 
 
 One who works with stained fingers leaves spots 
 and blemishes. 
 
 Only the pure in heart shall see God, and so be 
 God like. 
 
 Love, reverse of selfishness, using the life to bless 
 others. 
 
 Never needlessly give pain or do hurt to a fellow 
 being. 
 
 Do greatest possible good to all. 
 
 Mrs. Mills, dear soul I can think of no word to 
 express, but kaleidoscopic, so varied her abilities, 
 and they so beautifully used in the freeing of 
 woman. 
 
 As I write, so many scenes of the past pass my 
 memory of the five years' guidance by Mr. and 
 Mrs, Mills, I cannot think of them as gone.
 
 February 25. 
 
 Why art thou cast down, O my soul! and why art then 
 disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise 
 him, who is the health of my countenance and my God. 
 Ps. 43:5. 
 
 FROM a letter to Mrs. Mills, written by a good 
 friend, a business man. 
 
 My dear Mrs. Mills. 
 
 Your kind note of Saturday is just received, and 
 I am sure it will give me great pleasure to do any- 
 thing I possibly can if my advice is worthy any- 
 thing to you respecting the matter. * * * We do 
 indeed pray that this year we have entered shall 
 be the best year in the history of the College and 
 that many of the dear young lives there may be 
 fully given to God in a deeper consecration than 
 ever before. I am sure you can rest with all con- 
 fidence in God's promise to you that He shall supply 
 all your need in the carrying on of that work 
 which is so sacredly given over to Him by you. 
 
 The Lord has been teaching me lately a very 
 sweet lesson about the rest of Faith and how much 
 it means, definitely believing and then entering 
 into rest. I for a long time knew only the wrestling, 
 agonizing prayer of faith that kept teasing God. 
 As I look back I see what a mistaken idea. God 
 loves us so much that He will withhold no good 
 thing from us, telling us "all things are yours." 
 "Ask what ye will." I am learning that the more 
 we ask, the more we delight and glorify God. * * *
 
 February 26. 
 
 AS I was one of her older pupils and have seen 
 her often during all these years, to me Mrs. 
 Mills was very personal, quite like one of the 
 family, and nothing she liked better than to visit 
 with me and mine. 
 
 One summer while I was still a pupil at Mills, she 
 spent an afternoon and a night at my father's home, 
 and afterwards often spoke of the pleasure it gave 
 her to be taken in as one of the family instead of 
 being made company of. 
 
 She more than once spent the day with me in 
 my own home, and always seemed supremely happy. 
 In fact, one of the things her pupils did not know 
 was that she dearly loved to visit "her girls" in 
 their own homes. Had more realized it, she surely 
 would have had more invitations than she had days 
 to spare. 
 
 She was very fond of my boys and watched their 
 growth from babyhood to manhood with real inter- 
 est. 
 
 Mrs. Mills, as many of us know, was very quick 
 at repartee, and always knew what to say and 
 when to say it. Some years ago my husband and 
 I met her on the Oakland boat. She had been to 
 the Mills Club that afternoon, where I had been 
 also. During the course of conversation she spoke 
 of how well "the girls" all looked, and of various 
 other things that pleased her, so my husband, man- 
 like, said, "It shows how well 'your girls' ' hus- 
 bands take care of them." She looked at him over 
 her glasses, as we have all seen her look, and quick 
 as a flash replied, "I have noticed how well 'my 
 girls ' ' husbands are being taken care of, too. ' ' 
 Mr. D laughed, and tried for no more compli- 
 ments.
 
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 One of Mrs. Mills' girls, knowing of her love for 
 this prayer of Mary Lyon, made a pen copy with 
 illuminated border and gave it to her. 
 
 She hung it above her mantel, and often called 
 attention to it. 
 
 It still hangs where she placed it.
 
 February 28. 
 
 MARY LYON 
 Born 1797, Died 1849 
 
 Give her of the fruit of her hands and let her own 
 works praise her in the gates. Inscription on the head- 
 stone at Mary Lyon's grave, Mt. Holyoke. 
 
 N the heights of the University of New 
 York stands the Hall of Fame where re- 
 cently has been engraved the name of 
 Mary Lyon. Hitherto this peristyle or avenue of 
 immortals has been reserved for American men. 
 The recognition of an American woman to a place 
 among the revered of the nation is significant of the 
 wonderful change that has taken place in modern 
 standards. 
 
 "When Mary Lyon was doing her pioneer work 
 and establishing at Mt. Holyoke, Massachusetts, a 
 college for women, she met with even aggressive 
 opposition. Now the education of girls and young 
 women in this country is one of the most important 
 features of our civilization. Contrary to popular 
 belief, 50 per cent of the educated girls get married. 
 Their homes become intellectual and social centers 
 in the highest sense. 
 
 "Throughout her career as a college founder and 
 president, she introduced the spirit of service. She 
 was the first to recognize that young people would 
 rise to the occasion if put upon their honor. Through 
 her influence truth and the search for it became 
 idealized. 
 
 "Mary Lyon educated girls for teachers and sent 
 them throughout America and into England, Spain, 
 India, Persia and Japan. Lake Erie College in 
 Ohio and Mills College in California are colleges in 
 the West founded by women who went from her 
 classes. 
 
 "Every educated woman is a beneficiary of the 
 work begun by Mary Lyon. In enthusiasm over 
 this work it is said that she was the emancipator 
 of women and that in time the influence of her spirit 
 will thus liberate half of the human race. 
 
 "The Hall of Fame has been honored by the ad- 
 dition of her name to the list of immortals." 
 
 Abridged from an article entitled, "Gracing the Hall 
 of Fame," by H. B.
 
 February 29 
 
 MKS. MILLS' love of beauty was another of 
 her strong characteristics. This same trait 
 was especially marked in Miss Tolman, but 
 took form along another line. While Miss Tolman 
 was exclusively fond of art, Mrs. Mills not only 
 loved art lovely things but also lovely souls, and 
 this great love seemed to direct her chief aim in 
 life the development of lovely, useful woman- 
 hood; and realizing that to obtain this end, lovely 
 things must surround these girls of hers, every 
 desire and effort was to that end. Little by little, 
 grounds became more beautiful. Some new change, 
 a rose garden, an addition, a new building, and at- 
 tractive lobby improvements they must be, until 
 today what spot is more beautiful in all California 
 than the place made so by a soul beautiful in its 
 unselfish devotion to its chosen mission! 
 
 When my means were exhausted and, oh! how 
 many times that happened! how splendidly did she 
 come to the rescue of the preacher's daughter. I 
 was to play in a concert. I had the dress, but not 
 the price of its making; my next remittance was 
 not for some time due. Well, in some mysterious 
 way, the dress was made, but the dressmaker's bill 
 was 'never received. It was when I was to grad- 
 uate that she came to me and, running her hand 
 through my arm, said, "Child, you seem almost like 
 a child of mine, and I want to give you your grad- 
 uating dress," and showing me samples, bade me 
 select the one I preferred. 
 
 I could write scores of things about Mrs. Mills, 
 so much can happen in seven years. I was very 
 fond of a joke and so was Mrs. Mills, and we had 
 many a laugh together.
 
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 March 1. 
 
 ALMA MATER. 
 Dedicated to Susan Lincoln Mills. 
 
 Among the pleasures I have known 
 In youth's fair halcyon hours, 
 
 The sweetest joys have come to me 
 Amidst Mills' fragrant flowers. 
 
 When yearning now o'er yesteryears, 
 
 Fond memory ever dwells 
 On its verdant lawn, the lilied lea, 
 
 The oft repeating bells. 
 
 Again upon the perfumed pines, 
 
 The zephyrs gently play 
 In melody Aeolian, 
 
 Some faint and plaintive lay. 
 
 How oft I strayed beneath the oakfc 
 
 Where ivy loved to twine, 
 And hearkened to the lisping brook 
 
 In bygone summer time. 
 
 Ah, perhaps you may remember 
 
 The periwinkle glade; 
 The stately eucalyptus grove 
 
 Which lent a grateful shade.
 
 March 2. 
 
 At noon-time when from lessons free 
 You wandered down the lane 
 
 And caught a glimpse of yellow fields 
 Where waved the golden grain. 
 
 Then spring-tide, when the breath of rose 
 
 And lilac filled the air; 
 When the primrosed plumed acacia 
 
 Cast fragrance everywhere. 
 
 I loved the slopes of Sunnyside 
 Where bloomed the hawthorn tree 
 
 Fair place so peaceful and so calm 
 A hallowed spot to me. 
 
 Thou reignest, Alma Mater dear, 
 
 Serene among the hills; 
 Blest home we ever will revere 
 
 Our own beloved Mills. 
 
 MABEL E. PHILLIPS, '94.
 
 March 3. 
 
 "UP IN ALASKA." 
 by 
 
 Esther Birdsall Darling. 
 From fly-leaf. 
 
 "To 
 
 Mrs. Susan L. Mills with much love 
 and many happy remembrances of those 
 days 'When I was a girl at Mills.' 
 
 Nome, Alaska, September 6, 1912." 
 
 From page 38. 
 
 A WISH. 
 
 May your life be as full of brightness 
 
 As Alaska's long June days, 
 When at midnight the sun just sinks to rest 
 
 But leaves us his golden rays. 
 
 May your troubles and sorrows be shorter 
 
 Than our brief December days, 
 When our noon like a ghostly twilight, 
 
 Is shrouded in soft gray haze. 
 
 May your skies be as clear and starry 
 
 As those of our Arctic nights, 
 And illumined with mystic splendor 
 
 Like the glory of Northern Lights.
 
 March 4. 
 
 EXTEACTS from letters from two friends 
 well-known ministers. 
 
 We had you in remembrance on your birth- 
 day, and always remember you in our home with 
 glad and grateful interest . . . most of all, that 
 you are, and that you are what you are so young 
 with all your years so graciously womanly so 
 capable and lovable at once and always so sin- 
 cerely a disciple of Him whose birthday fills the 
 world with good-will. 
 
 Yours in Him, 
 
 Christmas, 1906. 
 
 Today is yours. It is the accepted time for every 
 duty now obligatory for every privilege now 
 within your grasp. 
 
 Trusting in the God of Providence, and taking 
 up every duty in the fear of the Lord and in de- 
 pendence upon His guidance and strength, look to 
 the future without anxiety and be led in the path 
 that Infinite Wisdom and Goodness marks out. 
 Cheerfully may you sing unto the Lord: 
 
 "So long thy power has blest me, sure it still 
 
 Will lead me on, 
 O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 
 
 The night is gone. 
 
 Lead Thou me on 
 
 Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to see 
 The distant scene; one step enough for me."
 
 March 5. 
 
 now cruelly sweet are the echoes that 
 
 start, 
 
 When memory plays an old tune on the 
 heart. " 
 and 
 
 "Where is the heart that doth not keep, 
 
 Within its inmost core 
 Some fond remembrance hidden deep, 
 Of days that are no more?" 
 
 Of Mrs. Susan Lincoln Mills, it may be truthfully 
 said that "To live in hearts we leave behind is 
 not to die. ' ' Mrs. Mills lives in the hearts of more 
 women today than any other woman in California. 
 Not only in California is her name revered, but in 
 almost every State in the Union and in many 
 foreign lands, for her pupils came from all parts 
 of the world. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' weekly half-hour talks in Seminary 
 Hall had a wonderful influence upon me. They 
 were motherly heart-to-heart talks. Her advice 
 was always good. She retained wonderful power 
 over the girls because she was cautious and not 
 severe in her counsels. Often, at these talks, have 
 I heard her repeat, "Handsome is as handsome 
 does, ' ' and 
 
 "Thy friend has a friend, thy friend's friend 
 has a friend: be cautious." 
 
 She always admonished us to follow the Golden 
 Eule. 
 
 "It is more blessed to give than to receive" was 
 one of her favorite quotations. She gave all she 
 had to her beloved school and students her time, 
 energy, strength, love, and money. To the mission- 
 ary cause in India she gave several of the best 
 years of her life. My interest in foreign missions 
 dates from the day I joined, through her influence, 
 the Tolman Band and became part owner in the 
 little missionary steamer "Morning Star," then 
 plying between the Hawaiian and the South Sea 
 Islands. I also remember how we sewed for days, 
 making pajamas for the needy children in India.
 
 March 6. 
 
 MRS. MILLS showed particular interest in three 
 of the most import events of my life. 
 First: She and Miss Tolman were guests at 
 my wedding; this 1 deemed a great honor. Second: 
 She was always more than interested in my son, 
 from his infancy to the day of her death. Third: 
 At the dedication of a Memorial Church to my 
 sainted Mother, when ministers of all the churches 
 of Stockton brought greetings from their congrega- 
 tions, a most beautiful and loving greeting came 
 from dear Mrs. Mills, in behalf of the church of 
 Mills College. This message was delivered from 
 the pulpit of the Memorial Church that memorable 
 evening of March 20, 1910. 
 
 Mrs. Mills was always sympathetic; always active 
 and alert. The girls often said, "Mrs. Mills is 
 always everywhere at the same time." 
 
 I have never heard any one with such a wonderful 
 gift of prayer. Her memory was marvelous. Years 
 could pass and yet she never forgot the face or 
 name of one of her girls. I recall a letter received 
 years after the graduation of my sister Mary and 
 myself. In it she wrote: "I never pass number 9 
 without thinking of you girls. ' ' We occupied that 
 room together for three years. 
 
 Two years before her death, Mrs. Mills was a 
 guest in my home for three days. Eighty-five years 
 of age, her step had lost its elasticity to a degree 
 she would not allow herself to realize. While assist- 
 ing her up the steps of my home, she stopped, turned 
 to me with a smile and said, "My dear, I am not 
 feeble; I am only cautious." After luncheon we 
 visited some of her graduates; the next day at- 
 tended a Mills Club reception; Sunday morning she 
 addressed a Sunday School, taking for her topic, 
 "The Good Shepherd." She attended church both, 
 morning and evening; Monday morning took a long 
 drive, and left the same day at noon for her home. 
 It was the last time I ever looked upon her blessed 
 faee.
 
 March 7. 
 
 WE all loved Mrs. Mills dearly, and those 
 who were privileged to be with her for a 
 year as graduating students appreciated 
 fully her wonderful qualities and nature. 
 
 Her memory is indeed a precious heritage. 
 
 Dr. E. E. Dille. 
 
 "We older girls who saw so much of dear Mrs. 
 Mills should feel rich to have been under her per- 
 sonal care, and there are so many things good, 
 clever, witty and all, that I know will come to me 
 when this is mailed. ' ' 
 
 "We all know and feel the wonderful influence 
 Mrs. Mills left with all who associated with her." 
 
 "The divine harmony which she knew and real- 
 ized in her every-day life, reflected itself on all who 
 walked with her. And we all feel the more grateful 
 to her as we look back and see in perspective the 
 qualities we so much loved." 
 
 "Keep for ns, O friend where'er 
 Thou art waiting, all that here 
 Made thy earthly presence dear. 
 
 Keep the human heart of thee: 
 Let the mortal only be 
 Clothed in immortality."
 
 March 8. 
 
 Thou wilt keep him in perfet peace, whose mind ii stayed 
 on thee: because he trusteth in Thee. la. 26:3. 
 
 Peace I leave with you, my peace I five unto you: not 
 as the world giveth, give I unto yon. Let not your heart 
 be troubled, neither let it be afraid. John 14:27. 
 
 The way of the Lord is strength to the upright. Prov. 
 10:29. 
 
 MB. AND MBS. MILLS always said that they 
 enjoyed hearing me sing, and upon the sug- 
 gestion of my instructor, Mr. Kelleher, that 
 it would be well for me to sing as often as possible 
 with the idea in the future of an operatic or con- 
 cert career, they became especially interested in the 
 training of my voice. 
 
 One would think that such a life as the opera 
 suggested would be far from the thought of Mrs. 
 Mills, particularly thirty years ago, but, to the con- 
 trary, she was so broad-minded that she quite ap- 
 proved of the idea and would say: 
 
 "My child, your voice is God's gift to you; make 
 the most of it. Won 't your father send you to Eu- 
 rope, or East, to study?" 
 
 (As it is in Mrs. Mills' traits of character we are 
 interested, I trust the personal reference will be 
 understood.) 
 
 Hast thou not known ? hast thou not heard, that the 
 everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the 
 earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? 
 
 He giveth power to the faint; and to them that hath 
 no might he increaseth strength. Is. 40:28,29.
 
 March 9. 
 
 MRS. MILLS often took me in her confidence 
 about things connected with the school. 
 One evening I had not been well she saw 
 me standing near the porch as she was about to 
 start in the old-fashioned buggy on an errand down 
 the road. Noticing I had no wrap, she rushed into 
 the house and brought out a black shawl and one of 
 her black garden hats she had on the other. The 
 girls were greatly amused as we rode out together, 
 each with an old black garden hat on. 
 
 What good times we often had! What jolly 
 frolicking times when she seemed to enjoy our 
 pranks as much as we ourselves. She was never 
 old in spirit while I knew her. There were cares 
 that tried her sorely, that at times made her short 
 and quick, but her soul was always young, in sym- 
 pathy with youth and its joys, and a lover of the 
 flowers that bloom in every part of the dear old 
 College grounds. 
 
 Once during one of the winter vacations I gen- 
 erally spent them at Mills we were having even- 
 ing prayers in one of the small rooms where there 
 was no organ. As a minister's daughter, it was 
 my honor to start the hymns. I started the hymn; 
 it kept getting lower and lower; my face was 
 flushing as one by one those present dropped out 
 until Mrs. Mills and I were having a duet. With 
 a twinkle in her eye, she turned to me and said, 
 ' ' Nora, can 't we sing something we all know and 
 a little higher?" Another hymn was given out. 
 Nora started it good and high, but it was one of 
 those climbing hymns, and kept soaring higher and 
 higher, until again there was only the duet, finally 
 only a solo by Nora. It was a rosy-faced embar- 
 assed singer who was often twitted by Mrs. Mills 
 about the hymns that holiday-time. 
 
 But she was as often praised for her efforts, so 
 felt only good- will and a willingness to "try 
 again. ' '
 
 March 10. 
 
 MANY days passed, even years after my grad- 
 uation, and when I came again to Mills it 
 was with my three little ones, and at Mrs. 
 Mills' urgent invitation. It seemed an imposition 
 almost, but it illustrated her big heart of hospitality 
 to welcome home her old children. I went because 
 I felt it might be the last time I would ever be 
 there with her. How glad I am that I went at 
 that time! 
 
 At parting she gave me a little silver vase; one 
 that had been a wedding gift to her, and one that 
 had been in constant use. 
 
 How impotent are a few words in trying to 
 express the memories of the years that are gone! 
 
 Dear Mills, among the eucalypti and pines, oaks 
 and roses! From the bay comes the tang of salt 
 water; from the hills the pungent scent of tar- 
 weed, and to my heart, the memory and love of her 
 to whom, if there is any good accomplished, any 
 worthy deed done, I ow it all.
 
 March 11. 
 
 "A Eestful Visit." 
 
 RETURNING from her visit to Mt. Holyoke, 
 Mrs. Mills came to us, the Scoville School, 
 2042 Fifth avenue, for a visit of several days. 
 After her return to Mills College, so truly her life 
 work, she wrote in grateful appreciation of the 
 "restful visit" here. Her idea of restfulness is in- 
 teresting, a review of two days, the hottest of early 
 summer, serving in illustration. 
 
 An early breakfast had been ordered, yet she 
 had dictated sixteen letters to her secretary before 
 she came down. Immediately after breakfast we 
 went by street-car to Columbia University, visiting 
 Barnard and Teachers College. With keenest in- 
 terest Mrs. Mills walked briskly from building to 
 building, and chatted appreciatively with the Dean 
 and others. We returned for luncheon and without 
 a moment's rest walked the two short blocks, mak- 
 ing our train for the Grand Central Station by a 
 hair's breadth. Walking along Forty-second street, 
 Mrs. Mills visited a large hardware store, interested 
 in seeing latest inventions and improvements in 
 housekeeping utensils. An electric lantern for the 
 watchman especially pleased her. By street-car we 
 went to Twenty-third street, then the central shop- 
 ping district, where she purchased gifts for the 
 maids at the College. She walked along Fifth 
 avenue all the way back to the Waldorf Hotel, 
 visiting en route the bric-a-brac stores in search of 
 tea pots for her collection. At the Waldorf, I left 
 her in the reading room writing busily, while I 
 went to the telephone booth to order a motor han- 
 som they were just then coming into use and it 
 was the first ride Mrs. Mills had had in one. She 
 was as delighted and as surprised as a child, and 
 enjoyed the beautiful views of Central Park and 
 along the Hudson. We arrived in time for supper. 
 Mt. Holyoke friends called later, and it was ten 
 o'clock before that first restful day ended for her. 
 
 (See March 13)
 
 March 12. 
 
 And let the beauty of the Lord our Ood be upon us; 
 and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea 
 the work of our hands, establish thou it. Psalm 90:17. 
 
 MILLS SEMINARY AND COLLEGE have from 
 the beginning been under the influence and 
 direction of a woman of remarkable per- 
 sonality, devotion, and force of character. 
 
 Insistent and gentle, far-seeing and with won- 
 derful knowledge of details, intensely practical and 
 deeply spiritual, rare in power of organization and 
 teaching, Mrs. Mills has promoted the welfare of 
 this institution and all the influences it has exerted. 
 
 Beside her husband, at first, but for the last 
 twenty-five years without him, but surrounded by 
 helpers and friends, Mrs. Mills has erected an in- 
 stitution of financial worth, of great educational 
 value, and of enduring spiritual influence. 
 
 It is rarely given any institution to be under the 
 guidance of a leader for up toward fifty years, 
 and such an institution must have imperishably 
 engraved upon its life and character, and upon ita 
 influence the purpose and will of its guide. 
 
 Educated useful Christian womanhood is inscribed 
 over every portal to Mills College and in thousands 
 of hearts, as the purpose of her whom all its stu- 
 dents have known face to face and loved. 
 
 On May eighteenth, nineteen hundred nine, our 
 beloved Mrs. Mills resigned &a President of Mills 
 College after forty-four years of active service. 
 
 It is part of the sacred inheritance of the institu- 
 tion that Mrs. Mills remains with us as President 
 Emeritus, giving her love and counsel.
 
 March 13. 
 
 That our daughters may be as corner-stones, polished 
 after the similitude of a palace. Psalm 144:12. 
 
 M 
 
 ES. MILLS is a constant inspiration to me, 
 and I keep her picture here where all my 
 pupils may see it every morning. 
 
 I think of what she said to me when first I came 
 to Mills. "My dear, always use your voice for the 
 glory of God." 
 
 I am enclosing a quotation she often used, and 
 I think of many more, but they are ones she read so 
 often to us that those will be given many times 
 over. 
 
 This year has made me realize more than ever 
 what Mills did for me. In all my lecture recital 
 work, I am commended also for my poise, and know 
 ... it was Mills that brought it out. Can you 
 imagine my giving a lecture? I can do it, never- 
 theless. 
 
 The heat of the day was almost unbearable, but 
 Mrs. Mills went by train from New York to the 
 home of Mrs. Dodge in Massachusetts. She wore 
 a black cloth dress and a crepe veil, but her eager 
 spirit seemed unconscious of outer conditions. In 
 the evening we went to meet her. Every one 
 seemed overcome by the heat hatless women and 
 collarless men moving languidly on their way. 
 
 As the train we were waiting for stopped, an 
 alert little figure stepped to the platform and has- 
 tened toward us with glowing face. Her first words 
 were, "My dear friend has given me a check 
 towards the new building!" No thought of self; 
 no word of the long train ride in the unbearable 
 heat. To her it was another restful day.
 
 March 14. 
 
 I HAVE been thinking so much lately of the 
 Christmas vacation Mrs. Mills and I spent to- 
 gether in Southern California. She was wel- 
 comed everywhere with open arms, and I have so 
 many happy memories of that visit. 
 
 We were gone almost a month, and I never had 
 a dearer travelling companion. She was always 
 thoughtful of the comfort of others, and I used to 
 marvel at the kind things she did for people who 
 were almost strangers. 
 
 I never think of that trip that I am not reminded 
 of the time I tried to dress her hair. She was 
 going to an important function the following day, 
 and I was particularly anxious that she should look 
 well; therefore I insisted that evening at trying 
 my hand at her coiffure. 
 
 The next morning in taking out the pins, to my 
 distress, one side was as kinky as possible while 
 the other side was woefully straight, without a 
 wave. ' ' Well, my dear, it didn 't come out very 
 well, did itf" was all she said. I have loved her 
 all the more for that moment. 
 
 She patiently sat for an hour on that busy morn- 
 ing, while I clumsily tried to make amends by 
 kinking the straight side with irons. She never 
 seemed sweeter and more lovable to me than she 
 did on that occasion.
 
 March 15. 
 
 A TRIBUTE. 
 
 1WAS very young when I entered Mills for the 
 special purpose of studying music. 
 
 At first I was impressed with the beauty of 
 the surroundings; these I constantly associated 
 with Mrs. Mills. To me they were the outward 
 expression of her innate love for order and beauty. 
 
 Later I realized that a sense of charm of girl- 
 hood was another and a higher attribute of her 
 nature. 
 
 To her the flowers of life were as precious as its 
 fruits. There was nothing of the old "blue-stock- 
 ing" in her schooling; to her beauty of person 
 and grace of manner were to be preserved for the 
 adornments of learning. 
 
 She rejoiced with her girls in their solid pleasures 
 and was tolerant of their frivolities. 
 
 There was none of the cloister about this home 
 for students, for hospitality was another of her 
 graces. She entertained liberally and graciously 
 imparting to her pupils the refinement of the art. 
 
 She knew her pupils individually, and was keen 
 to detect special tendencies where unusual talent 
 in some special line was manifest. 
 
 She was most solicitous for the development of 
 any such talent, and through her generosity or in- 
 fluence the fortunate possessor had extended ad- 
 vantages. To my mind her broadest influence, her 
 strongest hold upon pupil and parent was here. 
 
 She was not so deep, perchance, as she was broad. 
 The school could never grow so large that her 
 brooding wings could not cover all.
 
 March 16. 
 
 RECIPES from Mrs. Mills' collection. On the 
 original of the first one written, the ink is 
 faded and the paper bears evidence of being 
 many years old. 
 
 MRS. TOLMAN'S SPICED CURRANTS. 
 
 Take 6 or 7 pounds of currants to 4 pounds sugar 
 1 pint Vinegar, 1 ounce cloves, 1 of allspice, 1 of 
 cinnamon. 
 
 Cook one hour slow. 
 
 CARROT PUDDING. 
 
 One cup of grated carrots. 
 One cup of grated potato. 
 One teaspoonful of soda in potato. 
 One cup of brown sugar. 
 One and one-half cup of flour. 
 Butter the size of an egg. 
 One cup of chopped raisins. 
 One cup of chopped walnuts. 
 One teaspoonful of cinnamon. 
 One teaspoonful of cloves. 
 One teaspoonful of nutmeg. 
 Steam two hours. 
 
 MILLS BROWN BREAD. 
 For Two Loaves. 
 
 1 cup New Orleans molasses (black), stirred into 1% 
 cup of hot water. 
 
 1% cup of yeast. 
 
 Equal parts of white and graham flour; a little salt. 
 
 Make the batter thinner than for white bread. 
 
 When well risen, knead lightly into loaves. Keep in 
 a warm place. Let it rise quickly the second 
 time, and bake with moderate heat.
 
 March 17. 
 
 1 COULD write on and on, for Mrs. Mills seems 
 so close to-night, and the memories of her and 
 of my early childhood so vivid. There was a 
 beautiful bond between us, and I loved her with all 
 my heart, sharing my deep affection for her with 
 only my Father and Mother. All my life I went 
 to her with my joys and sorrows, great or small, 
 knowing she would understand. I never had a 
 secret from her. 
 
 Whether as a young school-girl curled up at her 
 feet before the comfortable fire in her sitting-room, 
 or walking out over her favorite path towards the 
 lake, my arm tucked in hers, or driving along the 
 highway behind the trusty old horses and faithful 
 Michael, that happiness and contentment I felt in 
 her sweet companionship, were always the same. 
 
 The little card I found yesterday speaks so 
 eloquently of her wonderful kindness and her lov- 
 ing care of me while I was at Mills. "Dear Child, 
 I wish you would stay in bed today and so get 
 rested and well. Don't get up until I see you. ' ' 
 Could an own mother be more tender? 
 
 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of 
 the ungodly; nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth 
 in the seat of the scornful. Ps. 1:1. 
 
 First, we walk with an undesirable companion, and if 
 we let the friendliness grow, we stand and talk; after that, 
 we allow ourselves to sit and foster an intimacy. Think 
 of this verse when choosing your friends. Do not make a 
 bosom friend of one who scoffs at religion. 
 
 Remember: Walketh; Standeth; Sitteth.
 
 I 
 
 March 18. 
 
 AM copying a part of a letter. It is so char- 
 acteristic and shows how she followed every 
 detail of college life. 
 
 The letter was written December 10, 1908, after a 
 visit with us. She writes first of her visit, then 
 goes on to say: "I had a delightful time at 
 
 Eugene. Miss C met us with a carriage and 
 
 showed us about. After dinner in the new dor- 
 mitory we had a reception at the home of the 
 President of the University, and I saw a great 
 many of the faculty and their wives. At half- 
 past twelve we took the train. 
 
 "We had breakfast in our drawing-room next 
 morning (keeping up my Portland habits you see). 
 We arrived at the pier fifteen minutes late, so just 
 missed our train and had to wait at Sather an hour. 
 Our man had come down to meet us, and took our 
 bags. We were safely home a little after eleven, 
 where a warm welcome awaited us. 
 
 "The Senior Middle Class met us with a song 
 at the door of my room, and I found pretty decora- 
 tions and some beautiful gifts. Among others, a 
 little afternoon tea-set for giving my friends a 
 cup of tea. This was a gift from the Collegiate 
 Girls. The Junior Middle girls presented me with 
 a beautiful white and gold pennant for the College. 
 
 "My dog Teddy, of course, welcomed me, and 
 hardly has left me a minute since I arrived. 
 
 (See March 20.) 
 
 Make me to go in the path of thy commandments; for 
 therein do I delight. Ps. 119:5. 
 
 Wherewithal shall a young man cleanse his way! by 
 taking heed thereto according to thy word. 
 
 Thy word have I hid in my heart, that I might not sin 
 against thee. Ps. 119:9,11. 
 
 O how I love thy lawl it is my meditation all the day. 
 Ps. 119:97.
 
 March 19. 
 
 DESIRE TOLMAN 
 
 Bora 1748; died 1834 
 
 Mrs. Mills' Paternal Grandfather 
 
 44J-XESIRE TOLMAN 'S name appears on the 
 
 II record of Eevolutionary War Service with 
 
 rank of Private on Lexington Alarm Boll 
 
 of Lieutenant Hopestill Hall's (2nd) Company, 
 
 which marched on the alarm of April 19, 1775, from 
 
 Dorchester." 
 
 "For a long time deacon of the First Church in 
 Winchendon. ' ' 
 
 "Much lamented by a town whose weal he 
 fought and liberties defended." 
 
 It was for Deacon Desire Tolman that his cousin, 
 Samuel Tolman, when over seventy-five years of 
 age, wrote an interesting bit of family history; 
 extracts of which are given under date of Novem- 
 ber 13. 
 
 The official records of the Eevolutionary War 
 service of this grandfather, were the credentials 
 that admitted Mrs. Mills into membership of the 
 National Society of the Daughters of the American 
 Revolution.
 
 March 20. 
 
 (From March 18.) 
 
 DR. B has just been over to see me; took 
 a little cold on the way down and she 
 wanted to look after it at once. She reported 
 Hannah and Michael as both doing well. 
 
 "As it rained the basketball game between the 
 College and Seminary girls was played in the Gym- 
 nasium. The College girls won 25 to 7, much to 
 their gratification. 
 
 "The Oregon apples arrived before I did, in fine 
 condition. I had a letter from Mr. B , acknowl- 
 edging his as 'perfect pictures,' and 'very fine to 
 the taste' he says. 
 
 "It is clear and beautiful today. I have much to 
 do, so only send you this greeting now," etc. 
 
 A sweet letter isn't it! It is getting late and I 
 must stop, but I want to say what a happy evening 
 I have had reviewing these little incidents which 
 have brought to my mind so vividly the best friend 
 I ever had. 
 
 Do you remember Judge Morrow's sentiments! 
 "Loving regard for her useful life, grateful 
 acknowledgment of her moral worth, and with 
 kindly appreciation of her loving soul."
 
 March 21. 
 
 THE last few days have been filled with happy 
 memories, for I have been re-living my years 
 at school and thinking much of our beloved 
 Mrs. Mills. 
 
 To my joy, I found tucked away in an old trunk 
 a number of beautiful and characteristic letters, 
 some of them written when I was a tiny child. 
 They just overflow with loving-kindness and my 
 eyes have been moist most of the time as I have 
 recalled the many dear expressions of her aifection 
 and of her wonderful thoughtfulness. 
 
 Quite as much, almost, as my own mother, does 
 Mrs. Mills fill the memories of my childhood days. 
 Yes, even my baby days, for my first recollection 
 of her is a confused picture in which she is assisting 
 me to grab table legs as I tottered along learning 
 to take my first steps on my first visit to Mills 
 College. 
 
 My next remembrance of her is at Christmas 
 time when I was about three. I had shut myself 
 up in the attic while I tried to make a waist for 
 my beloved grandmother out of a faded but to 
 my mind very beautiful blue piano scarf. I en- 
 countered extreme difficulties, but patiently worked 
 upon my labor of love until I pronounced it finished 
 and bore it in triumph to mother who had just 
 begun to fill "Grandmother's" Christmas box.
 
 March 22. 
 
 EVERY ONE will testify to her alertness of 
 mind, her rare executive ability, her unpar- 
 alleled generosity and her untiring devotion 
 to her work. It was her habit to give the news of 
 the day to the assembled household after evening 
 prayers. I recall one night when pressed for time 
 she seemingly merely glanced at the newspaper, 
 but was able to give details of the important topics 
 as was her custom. Mr. Mills said to me admir- 
 ingly, "How does she do it! Isn't she a marvel f" 
 And indeed she was a marvel in many ways. 
 
 Two familiar sayings to her girls: "Make your- 
 self intelligent on every important subject that 
 comes. ' ' 
 
 "What if every one should do this?" referring 
 to some act of omission or commission on the part 
 of an individual, "remember that you are one of 
 many. ' ' 
 
 "He pleased not Himself" was one of her oft- 
 repeated Bible quotations. This doubtless had its 
 influence in her utter forgetfulness of self through 
 life. 
 
 She had a great love for the beautiful in nature, 
 especially for flowers. The luxuriant Lady Banksia 
 rose over the front entrance of the College "grow- 
 ing," as she used to say, "like Jack's beanstalk," 
 was her pride and joy. So, all the gardens were 
 her delight. 
 
 Neglect of duty annoyed her. She came to my 
 room one day in a disturbed state of mind, because 
 some one had failed to carry out her directions, and 
 said, " 'If you want anything done, do it yourself.' 
 Now just bear that in mind and it will stand you in 
 good stead all your days. " And it has so proved. 
 
 I knew this wonderful woman first in 1872, and 
 saw her only twice after 183.
 
 March 23. 
 
 (For a birthday of March 22.) 
 
 1 THINK of Mrs. Mills often and lovingly. So 
 many people do admirable things are fine in 
 this or that, .have capacity but few there be 
 whose minds are large; who see wide and far; and 
 whose characters are like. Such few impress all 
 who come in contact "will they nil they." 
 
 Mrs. Mills was full of human nature, and back 
 in my mind is a strong impression that it was Dr. 
 Mills' tenacity of purpose in his life-work that made 
 hers. His the power behind the throne, and hers, 
 the woman's affection and devotion that determined 
 the path she followed. 
 
 I can think of her as filling any position; a 
 woman great, outside of circumstances. 
 
 She failed not emotionally the rock on which 
 so many lovable women do. Unswerving, broad, 
 seeking her purpose, using every power within for 
 her goal, but not using other people's material 
 mental. She cared absolutely nothing for the gew- 
 gaws of the mind, and her delight in the pretty 
 things of life made her a dear woman. 
 
 When she pointed out the improvements, it waa 
 not with a sneer at the past, it was growth; she 
 kept up with the present without depreciating the 
 Past a fault that besets, so much, the effort of ad- 
 justment. 
 
 I wish I could do her justice.
 
 March 24. 
 
 HER magnanimity was great. Some of us 
 thoughtless, dealt her a cruel blow, an intuit, 
 an injury to her pride, a hurt to her affec- 
 tions, yet she forgave generously, and said, "I 
 know you did not think; it was the school-girl atti- 
 tude. ' ' 
 
 Not one woman in a million could have so spoken. 
 For in the light of my own maturity I appreciate 
 that, and the children of the seventies were the real 
 fulfillment of her life. 
 
 " 'Blessed be nothing,' as Jennie says," she ex- 
 claimed every time we moved our impedimenta in 
 traveling, and the expression always came to mind 
 when I saw Miss Tolman, for it made me see them 
 as young sisters. 
 
 And whosoever shall give you a cup of cold water to 
 drink in my name, because ye belong to Christ, verily I iy 
 unto you, he shall not lose his reward. Mark 9:41. 
 
 If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably 
 with all men. 
 
 Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves but rather give 
 place unto wrath. Rom. 12:18,19. 
 
 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they 
 spin not: and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his 
 glory was not arrayed like one of these. 
 
 If then God so clothe the grass, which is today in the 
 field, and tomorrow is cast into the oven ; how much mors 
 will he clothe you, O ye of little faith! Luke 12:27,28.
 
 March 25. 
 
 BEFOEE Mr. Mills was married, he boarded in 
 my grandfather's family (Leavitt Hallock, Sr.) 
 and taught in the public school, which took in 
 eight of my grandfather's children, among them 
 my mother. 
 
 Mr. Mills wanted to go as a foreign missionary, 
 but single persons were not accepted. My grand- 
 father knew Susan Tolman (see May 29) of Mt. 
 Holyoke Seminary, and thinking the two, most 
 suited to each other, brought about an acquaintance 
 which resulted in their marriage. 
 
 Mr. Mills was in some debt, incurred in obtain- 
 ing his education. As the "Board" would not 
 send out missionaries who were in debt my grand- 
 father paid the debt for him that he might not 
 be hindered in his undertaking. 
 
 I will say that afterwards the bread cast upon 
 the waters by my grandfather returned many fold. 
 When years later, my father on account of serious 
 lung trouble went with my mother to California, 
 Mr. and Mrs. Mills insisted upon taking them right 
 into their school home in Benicia and did for them 
 as for an own brother and sister.
 
 March 26. 
 
 THEY were the most generous and the kindest- 
 hearted people I ever knew. They didn't do 
 things to get something back, but out of 
 pure kindness of heart and to make the world 
 better and happier. I don't think that any one 
 person can realize what they did for others. 
 
 I believe that both they, and Miss Tolman also, 
 were born teachers. They made us do our own 
 thinking. My eyes were first opened to what lit- 
 erature was, or is, when in Mrs. Mills' class in 
 Milton 's ' ' Paradise Lost. ' ' Mr. Mills, in his Mental 
 Philosophy class, opened a wide world to myf 
 cramped-up mind. 
 
 We all know how quick Mrs. Mills was. She 
 would send a girl on an errand at the other end of 
 the building, and often be there herself ahead of 
 the girl to make sure the errand was done. 
 
 I think they were two as true Christian people 
 from the depths of their heart as I about ever knew. 
 Their failings and inconsistencies were fewer than 
 those of most Christians. 
 
 The College was their very life and they were 
 hard workers for its prosperity.
 
 March 27. 
 
 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, 
 the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; 
 
 What is man that thou art mindful of him? and the 
 son of man, that thou visitest him? 
 
 For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, 
 and hast crowned him with glory and honour. Ps. 8:3-5. 
 
 women are what God destined they 
 should be, rich blessings to the world. Some 
 spend all their strength in seeking to bring 
 light and joy into the dark lives of others, and pass- 
 ing on they leave a track of sunshine so that those 
 who follow in life's road who falter along its 
 weary way are cheered by the certainty of that 
 life and love." 
 
 I feel that Mrs. Mills was such a woman; a rich 
 blessing to the world. But for her kindness, are 
 there not hundreds and hundreds that would not 
 have reached their goal? 
 
 Has she not left a "track of sunshine" and 
 faith so that those who follow are cheered by that 
 love and faith f 
 
 Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, 
 with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. 
 
 This is the first and great commandment. 
 
 And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neigh- 
 bor as thyself. Mat. 22:37-39.
 
 March 28. 
 
 The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament 
 sheweth his handiwork. Ps. 19:1. 
 
 The heavens are thine, and the earth also is thine: as 
 for the world and its fulness thereof, thou hast founded 
 them. Ps. 89:11. 
 
 Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath 
 made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people and 
 the sheep of his pasture. Ps. 100:3. 
 
 THE life-work and love of Mrs. Mills centered 
 around Mills Seminary; her dream came true 
 when the Seminary became a College. 
 
 Her love of the beautiful campus never waned, 
 but rather increased as the years passed. 
 
 The one phase which meant much to me and 
 which I will always bear in mind was her love of 
 God in nature. I recall our study in Theology; 
 that was Mrs. Mills' class. In it I began to realize 
 there was nothing in this great universe of ours 
 that has not a value; that everything is in the plan 
 of the Creator. 
 
 "The blade of grass which we trample on, 
 drinks in the sunshine and rain and is an expression 
 of God in the universe; as the spring brings the 
 renewal of life in the vegetable kingdom, young 
 ladies, it also brings another lesson it assures us 
 of life after death." 
 
 How those thoughts sank into my mind and 
 taught me a great love of nature, to learn the les- 
 sons of the Creator revealed in His handiwork. 
 
 Mrs. Mills was a great teacher, sowing seeds in 
 the minds of her pupils, that today have become a 
 harvest. 
 
 God bless the mother and let her know her daugh- 
 ters call her blessed!
 
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 March 29. 
 
 STOEY that Mrs. Mills was very fond of tell- 
 ing was that of the way the women of India 
 did their washing at the river. 
 
 Mr. Mills, it seems, had a white shirt with black 
 dots in it, of which he was very proud. The week 
 he sent it to be washed the woman brought it back, 
 and was quite disconcerted saying that she had 
 "washed and washed it, but there are a few little 
 dirt spots left; next time it will be nice and 
 white." 
 
 Mrs. Mills' faith in God and her love for Him 
 were always an inspiration. One could not be 
 with her long without having her own faith 
 strengthened. 
 
 I copy some letters Mrs. Mills wrote me, but it 
 seems to take away from their charm not to have 
 her own hand-writing. 
 
 Dear G . 
 
 I send you just this thought of love and hope. 
 
 The little one soon to be I trust in your arms 
 God deal tenderly with mother and child. What 
 a privilege is yours, my dear, the mother to be, of 
 one that is to live forever. Oh, pray daily that you 
 may be worthy of the high honor and that the 
 child may be a blessing to the parents and to the 
 world. 
 
 Yours in tender love, 
 
 SUSAN L. MILLS.
 
 March 30. 
 
 March 14, 1910. 
 My dear G . 
 
 I write at once to express my sympathy for you 
 and your mother in your bereavement. You are 
 glad for the father that he has done with suffering. 
 I know he has entered into rest eternal, sacred, 
 sure. Be thankful, dear child, that he has been 
 spared to you so long and glad for him that there 
 is no more suffering. I am thankful that you know 
 in whom to trust. 
 
 Accept much love and sincere sympathy from 
 
 Yours ever affectionately, 
 
 8. L. MILLS. 
 
 September 8, 1911. 
 
 My dear Mrs. B . 
 
 I write just a little word to tell you how much 
 I enjoyed my visit with you yesterday. You had 
 a delicious luncheon, but I especially enjoyed seeing 
 your friends, husband, and little children. Thank 
 you for inviting me. 
 
 F got home in time to change her dress and 
 
 go to the circus. 
 
 With much love, believe me, 
 
 Yours affectionately, 
 
 8. L. MILLS. 
 Anna Coyle and three children are here today. 
 
 This letter again shows so well her active inter- 
 est in everything. She was always so unaffected 
 and so lovable.
 
 March 31. 
 
 Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her own 
 works praise her in the gates. Proverbs 31:31. 
 
 "How does the game stand; are our girls win- 
 ning?" 
 
 "Well, what can I do for you?" 
 
 1 CAN'T help thinking of the time we won the 
 cup at basketball. Even at her busiest times 
 she would come out and watch us practice. 
 Several times she threw the ball which had not 
 gone near the basket and said, "Now, Genevieve, 
 when you throw a ball on a foul, if you have to 
 miss, throw too far, for when it isn't quite far 
 enough, it is too hard on the watchers." 
 
 Then the day she brought the Berkeley basket- 
 ball home with her from the big game there, and 
 showed us girls in the parlor just how the team girls 
 had slipped and fallen, running after the ball on 
 the tan-bark court! 
 
 She would get so excited in the middle of the 
 half and send some one quickly to tell Professor 
 Keep to call time lest the other team should get an 
 advantage. 
 
 She was always so fair and thoughtful, too, with 
 the other team, always giving them something to 
 eat before going out so that they could do their 
 best, too. 
 
 At evening prayers after a basketball game, she 
 usually read the chapter containing this passage: 
 
 Wherefore seeing that we also are compassed about with 
 such a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight 
 and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run 
 with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto 
 Jesui, the author and finisher of our faith. Heb. 12:1-2.
 
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 April 1. 
 
 Rejoice evermore. 
 Pray without ceasing. 
 In everything give thanks: 
 
 Prove all things: hold fast to that which is good. 
 Abstain from all appearance of evil. I. Thes. 5:16,17, 
 18, 21, 22. 
 
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 HILE keen to the humor of real wit, Mrs. 
 Mills was emphatically opposed to practical 
 jokes of all kinds. 
 
 She considered a person willing to perpetrate 
 them as not well-balanced in mind. 
 
 "It doesn't take any wit to play a joke." 
 "It requires no skill to play such tricks." 
 
 "Any weak or simple-minded person can dis- 
 arrange a room or make an apple-pie bed or other- 
 wise cause a busy girl unnecessary trouble, and 
 what is gained by itf" 
 
 To pull a chair from one in the act of being 
 seated, or to attempt to frighten one by dressing 
 as a "ghost," she considered inexcusable in any 
 one, and especially unpardonable in young women 
 old enough to be at Mills College. She would tell 
 sad stories that had come within her knowledge, of 
 young people frightened into idiocy or maimed for 
 life by such foolishness, and wished her girls to 
 ever be unwilling to have any part in such thought- 
 lessness. 
 
 "Never needlessly cause hurt or give pain, men- 
 tal or physical, to any one," she would say.
 
 April 2. 
 
 MRS. MILLS used to say that while she was 
 not a faddist, she had developed one fad. 
 She took great pleasure in her collection of 
 tea-pots, and in adding to their number small tea- 
 pots of odd designs that she, herself, purchased or 
 that were sent to her as souvenirs from all parts 
 of the world. There are about eight hundred in 
 the collection, although Mrs. Mills did not plan, 
 at first, to collect more than two hundred. 
 
 The late Mr. Dohrmann, of Nathan-Dohrmann 's, 
 was much interested in the tea-pots, and asked Mrs. 
 Mills to let him know when she had received 
 one hundred and ninety-nine, that he might give 
 her the one to make the number two hundred. This 
 was before the fire, when the store was below 
 Grant avenue. With great pride he chose the (to 
 him) crowning glory of the collection. 
 
 Tea-pots continued to come, however, until there 
 bid fair to be one thousand, and were Mrs. Mills 
 still with us there, doubtless, would have T)een that 
 number ere now. The eight hundred form a very 
 interesting group of all kinds from everywhere 
 tiny, small, and medium-sized Mrs. Mills did not 
 wish them very large quaint, grotesque, pretty, 
 beautiful, unique, historical; no wonder the dear 
 lady took such pride in showing them. Would the 
 history of each were preserved!
 
 April 3. 
 
 FROM a letter to Miss Tolman, written by a 
 cousin whom she had evidently asked about 
 Mrs. Mills as a little girl in Enosburg, Ver- 
 mont. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' father moved with his family from 
 Enosburg to Ware, Massachusetts, when she was 
 ten years old. 
 
 We did not live in the same school district, but 
 we attended the same Sunday School. I was in 
 the infant class when Susan came into it, and I 
 remember her as the brightest little one in the 
 class to repeat hymns and verses of Scripture. 
 
 She showed she was well-managed at home, by 
 being always orderly and obedient while the class 
 was in session and in having her lessons well- 
 learned. When out of class she was as exuberant 
 as any one was allowed to be there on the Sabbath. 
 
 There was but one farm, Esquire Barnum's, be- 
 tween our home and "Uncle Tolman's School- 
 house," and the girls never liked to cross its 
 pasture without an escort. It was usually my priv- 
 ilege to be that escort till the girls were safely in 
 the "Post Road" near the school-house. I remem- 
 ber vividly several of these trips, and carrying and 
 using a lot of stones to keep off "Barnum's Bull." 
 Susan was not afraid of anything but cattle. 
 
 Susan was as spry as a cricket, so I never had 
 a chance to help her over the stone wall or through 
 the fence.
 
 April 4. 
 
 ELEANOR BOUTELL NICHOLS 
 
 Born 1765; died 
 
 Mrs. Mills' Maternal Grandmother 
 
 Then shall the righteous shine forth as the snn in the 
 kingdom of their Father. Matt. 13:43. 
 
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 UR grandmother was very fond of Susan. They 
 had the same snapping black eyes and full 
 head of black hair. 
 
 They had loving times together, and I often came 
 in for my share, as I was grandmother's special boy 
 in our family. 
 
 Grandmother generally gave Susan a new hymn 
 to learn when she came to our home, and they 
 were always faithfully learned. 
 
 Our visits were not very frequent, but we did 
 always have a good time at Aunt Tolman's. 
 
 The law of the Lord is perfect, converting the soul; the 
 testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise and simple. 
 
 The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart; 
 the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the 
 eyes. 
 
 Moreover, by them is thy servant warned; and in keep- 
 ing of them there is great reward. Psalms 19:7, 8, 11.
 
 April 5. 
 
 UTJOW Firm a Foundation, Ye Saints of the 
 
 Lord" was a favorite hymn of Mrs. Mills, 
 
 as it was the favorite of Mr. Mills, and 
 
 after a service where that hymn had been sung a 
 
 holy calm seemed to settle over the entire campus. 
 
 That which impressed me most in my association 
 with Mrs. Mills was her sincere piety. It was not 
 with her a cloak to be put on at intervals, and to 
 be cast aside at times, but it was an invisible ves- 
 ture which made her always the friend and sym- 
 pathizer with all. She was a keen judge of char- 
 acter, and her piercing eyes would seem to probe 
 the very soul, but even with her clearness of judg- 
 ment there was always a leniency commensurate 
 with her large sympathy with human nature even 
 in its frailties. 
 
 I was always blessed with an ardent love of 
 nature, and I am sure that the days passed at 
 Mills fostered that love. The Seniors were per- 
 mitted to study in the grounds, and many happy 
 hours were spent amid those inspiring scenes. So 
 saturated did my soul become with this love that 
 I recall that the subject of my essay was ' ' Nature 's 
 Voices," and so kind and sympathetic was Mrs. 
 Mills that she said it was exactly the subject of all 
 subjects that she would have chosen. 
 
 This love of nature, fostered in the pupils, could 
 not fail to have its beneficent effect upon all, and 
 the joy-bells set ringing in the souls of those under 
 her care must have found myriad echoes in the 
 souls of their descendants so there has been builded 
 to Mrs. Mills' memory an immortal campanile.
 
 April 6. 
 
 SHE delighted to entertain the good and great. 
 Dear old Dr. George Burroughs' memory will 
 ever linger as a sweet fragrance in our lives. 
 Dr. John Lord and others we recall with pleasure 
 from student days; especially should be mentioned, 
 ex-President U. S. Grant. 
 
 Dr. John Lord and Grace Greenwood were persons 
 of especial note who visited the Seminary while I 
 was there. 
 
 Among the visitors during my day, Mr. Eldridge, 
 Mr. Bouse, and Dr. Poor (my father) seemed to be 
 very close friends of Mr. and Mrs. Mills, and much 
 beloved by them as well. 
 
 Before the visit of Clara Barton to Mills we were 
 given a sketch of the Red Cross work, but I do not 
 recall the words of introduction of that great 
 woman. 
 
 I remember well with what grace and quiet dig- 
 nity Mrs. Mills came upon the platform on the arm 
 of the great Shakespearian actor, Frederick Warde, 
 and presented him to us.
 
 April 7. 
 
 IT is a pleasure to contribute to this Year Book. 
 I am more than glad to express my appreciation 
 of all that Mrs. Mills has done for me. But 
 how can I tell all in a few sentences? What I 
 would like to say would take volumes. 
 
 Nearly every day there is an occasion which re- 
 minds me of some lesson taught by Mrs. Mills, and 
 lately I have been wondering which lesson has im- 
 pressed or benefited me the most. 
 
 Always around the holiday time, or in fact any 
 time for giving, her oft-quoted words, "It is more 
 blessed to give than to receive" and "Freely ye 
 have received, freely give," come to me, and espe- 
 cially at this time when we have been called upon 
 so often to help those afflicted and suffering ones in 
 Europe. How much Mrs. Mills helped the needy! 
 not only in holiday time, but all the time. What 
 a beautiful sacrifice was made when she gave up 
 her desire for a quiet home and consecrated her 
 life and her possessions to aid in the education of 
 young women. We always dwelt under the guid- 
 ance of the sweet spirit of giving, but never did 
 we realize it until we had gone among the people 
 of the world. 
 
 One incident comes to me often in my class-room 
 and as often amuses me, though it helps me. Mrs. 
 Mills taught the Senior Ethics. Frequently a girl 
 called upon to recite would begin her recitation with 
 a prolonged, ' ' Well. " " Never begin your recitation 
 with 'well,' " Mrs. Mills would say, "I will say 
 'well done' at the end of it." Each time this oc- 
 curred Mrs. Mills would stop the lesson, and tell 
 those of us who intended to teach that we should 
 always insist upon a recitation properly and well 
 said, no matter how simple an answer was needed.
 
 April 8. 
 
 MBS. S. L. MILLS 
 In Memoriam. 
 
 A SPIRIT rare, whose noble sympathy 
 Combined with vision clear, and strength to 
 act 
 
 In each grave crisis, showed the gentle tact 
 Born of a mother-heart: so faithfully 
 The crystal tide of love found outlet free 
 In unobtrusive care for all who lacked. 
 Her path was lone, and often sorrow-tracked, 
 Yet prayer resistless made its constant plea. 
 
 She could not die: in higher work above 
 
 She finds her joy; yet calls to loved ones here 
 
 That they on steady wing may upward rise; 
 
 ' ' For Christ and for the world ' ' to show their love 
 
 While still we hear her say in tones of cheer, 
 
 "Seek no low goal, live ever for the skies." 
 
 CARRIE JUDD MONTGOMERY. 
 January, 1915.
 
 April 9. 
 
 The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. Psalm 23:1. 
 
 I 
 
 T is a delight to me to help in any way possible 
 any plans to honor the memory of our beloved 
 Mrs. Mills. 
 
 My birthday anniversary date is April the ninth. 
 
 I remember that Mrs. Mills often said that "As 
 we have received much, we should give much. ' ' 
 "Pass it on." Counsel that she made a part of her 
 own daily life. Her watchwords were "Service," 
 "Charity" the kind of charity that is born of 
 sympathy and love. 
 
 She always had her pupils learn the twenty-third 
 Psalm, which she would have us sometimes repeat 
 at evening prayers, she in her interested way always 
 leading. 
 
 She often read the thirty-first chapter of 
 Proverbs, and would call attention to the various 
 verses descriptive of the virtuous, or as she ex- 
 plained it, "all-round" woman. In one verse, I 
 remember, where she is described as "the woman 
 who riseth while it is yet dark to minister to the 
 needs of her household," we would have a lesson 
 on forethought and thrift. 
 
 I received more help and encouragement from 
 Mrs. Mills than from any other person. It came at 
 a time when I was peculiarly responsive to outside 
 influence the latter part of my high school life 
 and the beginning of college. She made me realize, 
 and I shall always be deeply grateful for this, that 
 it was worth while to go beyond a high school 
 education. In fact, she was the means of opening 
 a new life to me a life of effort and of action. 
 
 Mrs. Mills was a woman of high resolve and 
 ideals, and endowed with the tact and the power to 
 make these ideals felt.
 
 April 10. 
 
 THESE recollections of Mrs. Mills are very de- 
 tached, but are incidents that impressed 
 themselves upon my mind as so characteristic 
 of her. 
 
 At prayers, she often reminded us to be as 
 thoughtful as possible for the servants, not to 
 make them needless work, and illustrated from the 
 life of Mary Lyon how she had at one time met 
 the founder of Mt. Holyoke carrying a tray from 
 a sick student's room, thus making the maid's work 
 lighter. 
 
 One day as I entered my room, 21 College Hall, 
 Mrs. Mills was there and greatly distressed to find 
 there was no rug by my couch. Needless to say, she 
 despatched me immediately to "18" for one. 
 
 Her remarkable memory with regard to details 
 was marvelous in one of her advanced years. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' hospitality and cordiality were bound- 
 less. Pointing out to me an Alumna with her little 
 daughter, "My dear," she said, "I hope you will 
 be sure to come back bringing your children with 
 you." That is one instance of her interest. When 
 I once went to bid her good-bye before going home 
 for my Christmas recess, she learned I had just 
 moved to Berkeley, so took my address, saying that 
 she knew many in Berkeley whom she would like 
 me to know. 
 
 Many times I have heard those girls who were 
 not religiously inclined express their appreciation 
 of Mrs. Mills' prayers; they were so simple, force- 
 ful, sincere, beautiful and, most of all, helpful. 
 
 A beautiful tribute from a wonderful man was 
 given when David Starr Jordan said some years 
 ago, "If ever there was a saint on earth, Mrs. Mills 
 is one."
 
 April 11. 
 
 , who is staying temporally at a hotel, says 
 
 that she is daily quoting Mrs. Mills by action, 
 for she alone of the half-dozen young people 
 turns off the light when leaving the room. 
 
 She is appalled at the abuse of towels used when 
 ironing; in other words, at the general willful 
 thoughtlessness of other peoples' property, and owes 
 it to the many little talks on the subject. 
 
 It is in truth the thousand and one little things 
 that tell the personal story of the woman's life 
 whose work praises her. 
 
 D refuses to write down "Oh, such simple 
 
 things," but is it not proof of appreciation of her 
 simple talks that we remember them and apply 
 them? 
 
 In a talk often given on Preparedness for Death, 
 Mrs. Mills one time hoped indeed she was ready, 
 but when some inquiring mind asked " Tomorrow! 
 Today! Now?" she said hastily and yet with a 
 very, very hesitant, "Yes, but I'd hate to leave so 
 many things unfinished. If I knew it was tomorrow 
 there are lots of little things I want to do." 
 
 I can see her quizzical look the look that told 
 the story of a happy living struggling with, shall 
 we call it training (?), office? 
 
 When I afterward told her of a friend who feared 
 sudden death lest she have soiled fingernails, and of 
 another lest she leave soiled inside to her collars, 
 she certainly enjoyed it, and acknowledged to some 
 secret little thing herself which has slipped out of 
 my mind.
 
 April 12. 
 
 JOHN TOLMAN. 
 
 Born 1820; died 1855. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' Brother. 
 
 From "Daily Food" texts of Miss Julia Tolman, 1838. 
 Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow 
 of thy wings will I rejoice. Psalm 63:7. 
 
 His love in time past forbids me to think 
 He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink. 
 
 Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be 
 saved. Acts 16:31. 
 
 I know whom I have believed. II. Tim. 1:12. 
 
 I SHALL never forget how Mrs. Mills impressed 
 it upon me to be on time, not tardy. Her daily 
 life was an example to her pupils. 
 
 Her life-partner was my instructor in Astronomy 
 and Mental Philosophy, and his dry wit and humor 
 helped to make many truths remain with me in- 
 delibly. He was dignified yet jovial, and took a 
 keen interest in both the pupils and the branches 
 he taught. 
 
 He planned the paths of the campus in graceful 
 curves so that no abrupt turns might offend the eye. 
 
 After visiting all the familiar places and newly 
 added attractions, we involuntarily turn to Sunny- 
 side, and feel that it is a sacred place where we 
 tread on holy ground; made so by the love and- 
 devotion of these noble lives given to the young 
 womanhood of our glorious California.
 
 April 13. 
 
 EL OAMPANIL 
 
 IN legend from Arabia's golden days 
 'Tis said, a kindly Spirit of the Air, 
 Tho' yearning to consort with sons of men, 
 Yet lingered in their ways, unloved, unknown, 
 Till pitiful, Allah found for him a form 
 And gave him voice that men might know and love. 
 So, in these bells a Spirit dwelt, though dumb 
 They stood, their potency of sound undreamed; 
 For in their muteness none could ever guess 
 The silvery music of their utterance. 
 Until, at last, one came who said, "Too long 
 This silence. ' ' And at once the gray old oaks, 
 That dream all day of generations gone, 
 Woke with a new amaze, for in their shade 
 A something stirred with life and grew amain, 
 Till like a perfect form molded to fit 
 A lovely soul, there stood El Campanil. 
 
 There, like an aftermath in later days, 
 The strength and beauty of the past appear, 
 The stately grandeur brought from ancient Spain, 
 Mellowed by tender mission vespers sung 
 Beneath the lofty arches; sturdy beams 
 Prom the primeval forests of the West, 
 To hold in fast embrace the precious charge; 
 Caught in the art that builded ancient Eome, 
 A strength like her, indomitable, firm, 
 That faces the dim centuries to come. 
 
 And here the tuneful Spirit found its home. 
 The glad bells spoke, and all that heard rejoiced, 
 So tender were the silver melodies. 
 Stand long, El Campanil! Each heart makes room 
 For thee as for the well-loved College. Here 
 Stand thou in years to come, and speak as now, 
 To those who follow, even as to us, 
 Thy messages of joy and strength and love. 
 
 ALICE M. ROBBINS, '06.
 
 April 14. 
 
 EL CAMPANIL AND ITS CHIME OF BELLS. 
 Dedicated April 14, 1904. 
 
 In Loyal Remembrance of Those 
 
 Who by Tongue or Pen 
 By Generous Gift or Noble Deed, 
 
 Have Aided Woman 
 
 On Her Upward Way, These 
 
 Bells Chime On. 
 
 Inscription on Tablet of El Campanil, 
 By F. L. Damon. 
 
 THE Chime of Bells is the crowning gift of a 
 dear and constant friend, the Honorable 
 David Hewes. 
 
 The Tower with its Spanish name, El Campanil, 
 was given by our good friends, Mr. and Mrs. 
 F. M. Smith. 
 
 Bernard Ransome, the third generation of fine 
 concrete constructors of our land, was chosen as 
 the builder. 
 
 Miss Julia Morgan was the architect. 
 
 The Clock which regulates the Chime, marks the 
 quarters, and on the hour gives us the full West- 
 minster Chimes, was given by the Faculty, Students, 
 Employees, and Friends of Mills College. 
 
 The Door with its quaint Lock and Nails, came 
 from an old Spanish church in Mexico, and was the 
 gift of Mrs. Amelia W. Truesdell. 
 
 The Vases on the Parapet are the gift of the 
 Misses Loggie, two of our pupils. They were 
 especially designed by Miss Morgan, after those of 
 the Alhambra, in Granada. 
 
 Following the old custom of naming bells, these 
 bear the names of the Graces of the Spirit as found 
 in Galatians 5:22-23. The four that ring the chimes 
 are Faith, Hope, Peace and Joy. The greatest of 
 the bells is Love; the smallest, Meekness. The 
 others are Gentleness, Goodness, Self-control, and 
 Long-suffering. We hope and pray that these graces 
 may be illustrated in the lives of all who enjoy 
 these chimes which have "set our days and nights 
 to music." (Extracts from a statement by Mrs. 
 Mills at the Dedication.)
 
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 April 15. 
 
 ITH a sense of privilege and pleasure do I 
 endeavor to pen some of my recollections 
 and impressions of our sainted Mrs. Mills. 
 
 She was pre-eminently fitted to be a leader of 
 girls. Her innate wise common-sense made her an 
 invaluable counselor to those away from their 
 mother's advice and influence. 
 
 She planned to have the school buildings and 
 surroundings attractive, thus cultivating a love 
 for the beautiful. 
 
 Regarding the food, she said she made it as much 
 a subject of prayer that the bread should be sweet 
 and wholesome as she did that the souls should be 
 properly nourished. 
 
 Never given to display, she yet had a genuine 
 satisfaction in simple elegance. She was always 
 becomingly attired, and always discouraged the 
 girls from appearing in a way to attract attention. 
 
 She was a woman of rare executive ability, and 
 whatever she undertook, carried to a successful 
 conclusion as far as possible with the means at her 
 command. 
 
 When in her usual good health, her power of 
 endurance, both physical and mental, was truly 
 remarkable.
 
 April 16. 
 
 SHE had a keen insight into human nature, and 
 seemed to understand those under her care 
 better than many understood themselves. 
 
 Generous herself, she inspired that virtue in 
 others. She was always optimistic and always re- 
 sourceful. 
 
 She was gentle yet commanding, and no one 
 dared willfully to disobey her. 
 
 Having a reverent nature, consciously and un- 
 consciously, she inspired all to higher and finer and 
 nobler ideals and desires. Many a time I have 
 reason to be grateful that she required the memoriz- 
 ing of certain Psalms and passages of Scripture. 
 
 Her face, which some would consider plain in 
 repose, lighted up when she talked of Heaven and 
 heavenly things, until it became fairly radiant.
 
 April 17. 
 
 AS illustrating Mrs. Mills' quickness to act, I 
 remember that during one of my early years 
 at Mills, we experienced quite an earthquake 
 shock. Hardly a girl had a chance to stir from 
 her room before Mrs. Mills from her room on the 
 first floor had mounted to the third floor in order 
 to give courage to some of the younger girls who 
 were there. 
 
 One of my strongest impressions of Mrs. Mills' 
 wonderful power and executive ability is in con- 
 nection with the great fire and earthquake. 
 
 She had been very ill and was still under the 
 care of a trained nurse. As soon as she learned the 
 severity of the earthquake, she said: "I must get 
 up at once. My 'girls' need me, and there will be 
 much to do for our friends in the city. ' ' 
 
 All protest was in vain. At once plans were 
 made and carried into effect. 
 
 She was a whole Red Cross organization in her- 
 self. Strangers were made welcome at the College 
 as well as friends. Fully thirty Chinese found their 
 way to that haven. Even the family pets were 
 taken in, including "Refugee, " who, like Topsy, 
 seemed to have no family connections. 
 
 During all these trying days, Mrs. Mills was gath- 
 ering up food and clothing to send to suffering ones 
 in San Francisco, and at the same time, by her 
 wonderful personality, she quieted the fears of the 
 students, kept them steadily at their work, which 
 was carried to a successful termination only two 
 of the two hundred or more students then enrolled 
 leaving the College. 
 
 And a great strong wind rent the mountains, and break 
 in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not 
 in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake; but the 
 Lord was not in the earthquake ; and after the earthquake 
 a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire 
 still small voice. I. Kings 19:11-12.
 
 April 18. 
 
 (Extracts from a note written to friends of the 
 students after the calamity of April 18, 1906.) 
 
 MOST of the Faculty and students went away 
 for the Easter recess, and returned on the 
 Monday previous to the great earthquake. 
 All went quietly on with their work, and on Wed- 
 nesday morning came the great catastrophe. Had 
 it occurred Monday morning while they were scat- 
 tered how should we ever have gotten them to- 
 gether again? But our Heavenly Father returned 
 them all safely to our care; all but two, were here 
 and ready for work on Tuesday. 
 
 Our students had had good fire-drill, so when the 
 earthquake came, there was not an outcry. Within 
 four minutes they were in suitable wraps on the 
 lawn. We had, fortunately, a good galvanized iron 
 chimney in the kitchen, and breakfast was served 
 as usual. Eecitations went on at the usual hours, 
 although there was more or less uneasiness, but 
 the students carried themselves with a great deal 
 of fortitude and self-control. 
 
 As soon as we heard of the calamity that over- 
 whelmed San Francisco, we began to plan for the 
 clothing and feeding of some of the great multitude, 
 and by Thursday we had some refugees from the 
 city, including our own professors and their wives, 
 as well as some of the mothers and friends of the 
 young ladies, and about thirty Chinese, the friends 
 of our Chinese servants. Immediately after the 
 earthquake we had ordered supplies enough to last 
 six weeks, and so we had an abundance for those 
 who came to us. Many of our friends had saved 
 nothing but the clothing they had on. 
 
 Sewing societies were organized, and on Satur- 
 day and Sunday sewing machines and fingers were 
 busily at work, and we were able to send, in all, 
 some five hundred garments to help the relief 
 society in Oakland. 
 
 ******* 
 
 As we looked about us for damage we found very 
 little. Beautiful El Campanil was without a crack. 
 The bells stopped for a few hours until our good 
 Professor Keep could get them in order again; 
 and still "our days and nights were set to music."
 
 April 19. 
 
 STANDING upon this hillside when it was bare 
 and brown, Mr. Mills often spoke of his desire 
 and intention to build here a home, a place of 
 quiet retreat for himself and Mrs. Mills, just apart 
 from the strenuous activities of student life, yet 
 near enough to be an integral part of it. 
 
 How beautiful it would have been, rich with 
 every material comfort as well as fitted with treas- 
 ures of brush and pen. 
 
 Bright with sunshine, redolent with the perfume 
 of kindly deeds, one more opportunity for fuller 
 service, a home in which there would be no divided 
 interests, or diverging lines of activity, for it was 
 always Dr. and Mrs. Mills, side by side, shoulder 
 to shoulder, a rare companionship! 
 
 They wrought together together let them stand 
 before the world. 
 
 Their life was one 
 
 One meaning through it ran, 
 
 One golden thread of love 
 
 For God and man 
 
 One aim was theirs, 
 
 One purpose and one plan.
 
 M 
 
 April 20. 
 
 B. MILLS died at Mills College (then Sem- 
 inary), Seminary Park, April 20, 1884, and 
 was buried at Sunnyside. 
 
 So Sunnyside means Home, his chosen home 
 among the trees and flowers that were so dear to 
 him. It speaks of Life Eternal; it tells us that 
 work done lovingly and prayerfully for others 
 faileth never; that "Every good thing supports 
 every other good thing. ' ' 
 
 There is no thought of gloom or sadness here, 
 but of glad courage, of the buoyancy of hope. 
 
 "Like the eagle, upward, onward, 
 May my soul in faith be borne, 
 Calmly gazing skyward, sunward, 
 Let my eyes unshrinking turn." 
 
 That was one of Dr. Mills favorite hymns, and 
 the dominant thought of his life to do, to dare, 
 to endure unflinchingly. 
 
 While it may be of record that upon such a day 
 Cyrus T. Mills was born; on such a day he passed 
 away; in our hearts these mere dates are for- 
 ever lost in the larger truth of the abiding Life 
 "without beginning of years, or ends of days." 
 
 Is this noble life whose fruitage we are sharing, 
 an inspiration? giving us courage to hold on our 
 way? Are we laggards, idlers in these Fields of 
 Lifef How would we dare merit such condemna- 
 tion! 
 
 Yes, bring roses, bring roses, 
 He loved them well; 
 Their perfume, a voice 
 Their light, God's smile. 
 Bring roses.
 
 April 21. 
 
 JAMES BOUTELL 
 
 Born 1726; died 1791 
 Mrs. Mills' Great Grandfather (Maternal) 
 
 Trust ye in the Lord forever, for in the Lord Jehovah 
 is everlasting strength. Isaiah 26:4. 
 
 (61V JO good book nor any good thing puts its 
 best face first." Some will recall this 
 quotation as hanging "once upon a time" 
 
 in the old Gymnasium. 
 
 "The terror of evil-doers" was a title to which 
 Mrs. Mills referred with much pride as bestowed 
 upon her when a teacher at Mt. Holyoke. 
 
 She considered such a title much more to be de- 
 sired than to have it said with reference to her, 
 that any student was "teacher's pet." 
 
 Her standard of morality was sure and her ideals 
 high, and helped her to take firm stand against any 
 tendency toward the lowering of character. 
 
 When a student had been a long time in a class, 
 however, without material progress, her desire was 
 to advance her on trial. "Let her graze in pastures 
 new and get a new interest in her work." 
 
 From this desire, she was often considered lenient 
 in a way that she neither was nor had intention of 
 being. She did consider individual need as well as 
 the good of the whole. 
 
 Mrs. Mills was ubiquitous in her presence; untir- 
 ing in her zeal; unlimited in her enthusiasm; mar- 
 velous in her insight; astounding in her knowledge 
 of human nature; showed unending care and 
 thoughtfulness; was keen in foresight, and prompt 
 in decision.
 
 April 22. 
 
 MES. MILLS was certainly a wonderful woman. 
 Her pupils appreciate her more as the years 
 go by, and they compare her with other 
 women. She had an unusually strong personality 
 and a practical religion. A religion that she used 
 in her every day life. Many of the less affluent 
 but brilliant pupils were given scholarships that 
 they might obtain the education they so much 
 desired. 
 
 Mrs. Mills had wonderful executive ability. She 
 also possessed the rare characteristic of being able 
 to put herself in the other person 's place and see 
 from that point of view. Mrs. Mills was certainly 
 a wonderful woman. 
 
 On the steps of the dear old Benicia Seminary 
 several of the Mary Atkins girls were saying "good- 
 bye," when Mrs. Mills said to us: "You girls may 
 never know how much I appreciate your devotion 
 to your 'Alma Mater,' but your Father in heaven 
 knows and He will bless and reward you." The 
 day and event stand out prominent in my memory 
 of Mrs. Mills.
 
 April 23. 
 
 I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. 
 
 Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear 
 fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can 
 ye, except ye abide in me. 
 
 If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall 
 ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you. 
 
 Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit; 
 so shall ye be my disciples. John 15:1,4,7,8. 
 
 MES. MILLS was especially dear to me, first 
 because she and my mother knew each other 
 as girls and there was the missionary spirit 
 bond between them. 
 
 Then, as I knew her during my nine years at 
 Mills, in a period when she passed thru severe and 
 trying experiences, I realized her worth of char- 
 acter true and steadfast to the task set before 
 her, with a devotion to her highest ideals. 
 
 These qualities she looked for in us, the teachers, 
 and while sometimes she seemed to exact much of 
 us gave a great deal more to us, in her loving 
 thought of our comfort and pleasure. 
 
 How she delighted in quietly making some pleas- 
 ant outing or trip for one and another, especially 
 for those of us whose homes were in the East. 
 Thus she entertained two of us at Del Monte for 
 our first Christmas in California.
 
 April 24. 
 
 Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye 
 everlasting doors ; and the King of glory shall come in. 
 
 Who is this King of glory t The Lord of hosts, he is 
 the King of glory. Ps. 24:9, 10. 
 
 Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall 
 strengthen thine heart. Ps. 27:14. 
 
 MISS TOLMAN I was so fortunate to have as 
 a teacher in the History of Art, and the 
 beauties she set before me in those classes 
 have been unfailing fountains of refreshment. 
 
 While her austerity appalled many of the girls, 
 I found her very kind and was the recipient of 
 great favors. At one time she excused me from 
 reciting in class but allowed me instead to go to 
 her home and put several lessons in one, thus sav- 
 ing time for me when I was crowded with work 
 and opening to my delighted gaze the great treasury 
 of pictures, statuary, books, tapestries and various 
 beautiful things which her cottage housed. 
 
 One memory of Miss Tolman which has been a 
 proud one for me, especially in view of her New 
 England undemonstrative nature, was her climbing 
 to my room in Seminary Hall on the third floor, 
 and kissing me good-bye when I was about to leave 
 to come back to Iowa. "Be a credit to us," was 
 her parting message.
 
 April 25. 
 
 'Absolutely tender! 
 Absolutely true! 
 Understanding all things, 
 Understanding you! 
 Infinitely loving 
 Exquisitely near 
 This is God our Father, 
 What have we to fear?" 
 
 1 WOULD be so glad to help in the pleasant task 
 of presenting the life of dear Mrs. Mills so 
 people will understand what a grand, all-round, 
 noble Christian woman she was; interested in every- 
 thing that could help others, especially the dear 
 girls and women. 
 
 I had such an admiration for her in every way, 
 and believe her such a wonderfully capable woman 
 in all respects that I feel you will not want for 
 facts. 
 
 She will live in the hearts of many people, and 
 cannot be forgotten. 
 
 My good Dr. L has limited me as to writing, 
 
 and cautioned me in a manner I must heed. I 
 would I were able to write what should be said in 
 behalf of that wonderfully able, good, kind, and 
 noble woman, for there was only one Mrs. Mills. 
 
 Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord. For he 
 shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth 
 out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat 
 cometh, but her leaves shall be green; and shall not be 
 careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from 
 yielding fruit. Jer. 17:7, 8.
 
 April 26. 
 
 ELIZABETH SMITH BOUTELL 
 
 Born 1732; died 1805 
 Mrs. Mills' Maternal Great Grandmother 
 
 From Miss Julia's "Daily Food" text 
 They that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the 
 firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness as 
 the stars forever and ever. Daniel 12:3. 
 
 HER Bible was her strength and her shield. 
 She studied it; knew it practically from cover 
 to cover. One of the sweetest pictures I have 
 of her is at evening prayers turning the leaves of 
 the big Book, peering for one of her favorite 
 Psalms. It always seemed to me that the Psalms 
 and the New Testament were her favorite portions, 
 but maybe that was only because she found them 
 more suitable to read to us. I do know that the 
 Psalms are wonderfully sweet to me now, because 
 as I read them I always see the sweet contented 
 expression of Mrs. Mills' face as she read them to 
 us, and hear the slow emphasis striving to make 
 us grasp and understand the truths that were so 
 clear to her. 
 
 It comes to mean much to me that Mrs. Mills 
 should so enter into the feelings of the girls who 
 were to take part in the concerts as to include a 
 petition for them in her prayer on those evenings, 
 that they might be given strength and peace and 
 quietness of mind. 
 
 This petition became a source of strength to me, 
 and I should have felt it a personal loss had 
 Mrs. Mills ever failed to have made it a part of her 
 prayer on those occasions.
 
 April 27. 
 
 JOHN CONDRON 
 Born April 26, 18 ; died 18 
 
 Mrs. Mills' Nephew 
 Survived by widow, Delia M. Condron (See March 22) 
 
 They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. 
 They shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run 
 and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint. 
 
 Isaiah 40:21. 
 
 M 
 
 ES. MILLS handed me, one day, a clipping 
 with this verse: 
 
 "Life is beautiful! Its duties 
 
 Cluster round each passing day 
 While their sweet and solemn voices 
 Warn to work, and watch, and pray. 
 
 "They alone its blessings forfeit 
 
 Who by sin their spirits cheat 
 Or to slothful stupor yielding 
 Let the rust their armor eat." 
 
 "Yes, life is beautiful," she said, "if we only 
 make it so." 
 
 "I would rather wear out than rust out or root 
 out," is one of her frequent rejoinders when her 
 constant activity was commented upon.
 
 April 28. 
 
 1 PRESUME all young women take many things 
 for granted, and I believe now that I took 
 Mrs. Mills' wonderful love for the aesthetic as 
 a matter of course. 
 
 At that time California was new to me, and its 
 native luxuriance so entrancing that I failed to 
 see how much landscape gardening had gone into 
 the grounds at Mills, and how far-seeing had been 
 the eye that chose so suitable a situation for a Col- 
 lege. But I see now that all those beauties were 
 one with the best in art as I recall the walls of 
 her own apartment hung with fine copies and orig- 
 inals of the best from many schools of painting, 
 and I remember vividly a humorous twinkle in her 
 keen eyes when she dryly remarked in an afternoon 
 talk to us, that she noticed a great many chromes 
 and undesirable prints came off the walls after the 
 girls began the study of Art. 
 
 As I study Mrs. Mills, I believe that there was 
 just one interpretation which she gave to religion 
 service; nor was that shown in her life as a foreign 
 missionary alone. 
 
 During my first term at College while the wealth 
 of flowers was such a joy, she gave me, unsought, 
 permission to keep roses in my room at any time.
 
 April 29. 
 
 THE little attentions in the multitude of her 
 responsibilities are such as to "give me 
 pause." One instance: a few of the girls, 
 and I was one, were struggling to carry on Senior 
 year work without a physical break-down. Quietly 
 we were told that during each forenoon there would 
 be found on a table in the dining-room a lunch of 
 the famous Mills brown bread, and milk. 
 
 Her sense of humor was very keen, I know, from 
 a few experiences in which I was concerned. It 
 was not of the conspicuous type, but sometimes a 
 little sardonic as on one occasion of a telephone 
 call from a youth at Berkeley who desired to talk 
 to one of the girls. Mrs. Mills chanced to be pass- 
 ing the telephone booth as the call came in, and 
 took down the receiver herself (the girl in charge 
 having gone to church). In response to the young 
 man's request, Mrs. Mills asked who he was. "Oh! 
 one of her cousins," glibly replied he. "It seems 
 to me there are a good many cousins over there," 
 was her answer, but she summoned the girl. 
 
 No one at Mills during the life of "Coco Crocker 
 Curtis Mills" (a thousand pardons if I have mis- 
 spelled him) can doubt the strong feeling Mrs. Mills 
 had for dogs. 
 
 Her driving horse was a pet also, but I do not 
 know that her affection extended to cats.
 
 April 30. 
 
 Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? or whither shall I 
 flee from thy presence! 
 
 If I ascend up into heaven, thon art there: if I make 
 my bed in hell, behold thou art there. 
 
 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the 
 uttermost parts of the sea; 
 
 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand 
 shall hold me. Ps. 139:7,8,9,10. 
 
 ONE of her sayings which has flashed into my 
 mind often when I have been guilty of mis- 
 management in work: "Young ladies, make 
 your heads save your heels." 
 
 How often in the heart to heart talks certain 
 afternoons in Chapel, has she warned us against 
 questionable people, books, or other influences by 
 saying, "You cannot touch pitch and not be de- 
 filed." "Confusion stirred with a stick" was an- 
 other pithy saying to describe general disorder in 
 a room or elsewhere. 
 
 Many times during my life at College I have 
 heard her read the last chapter of Proverbs, and 
 I think now how perfectly the latter part of verse 
 30 described her: "but a woman that feareth the 
 Lord, she shall be praised."
 
 May 1. 
 
 PILGRIMAGE TO SUNNYSIDE 
 May 4, 1914 
 
 PTLGEIMAGES are made in reverent affection 
 in the desire to derive inspiration and exul- 
 tation of spirit. This spot is fraught with 
 such a spirit. It is a holy spot to all who know 
 Mrs. Mills; knew her, understood her, loved her, 
 and are grateful for her many benefits. 
 
 Through generation after generation, long after 
 we, too, are gathered into the Heavenly circle, will 
 the name and the work of Mrs. Mills live and be 
 known. 
 
 If Mills College lives, and it will live, its greatest 
 honor will be the honor it confers on Mrs. Mills' 
 memory; its greatest work will be that which it 
 carries out in her name. 
 
 As Mary Lyon will always be the greatest name 
 in connection with Mt. Holyoke, so will that of 
 Susan Lincoln Mills be the greatest, in connection 
 with Mills College. 
 
 These few words will be devoted to the humani- 
 tarian side of her nature: 
 
 First, her love for her "girls." 
 Second, her love for Mills College. 
 Third, her love for all suffering creatures. 
 
 To thoroughly understand girls and boys, an 
 adult must have an accurate recollection of her own 
 youthful days; she must have a keen discernment, 
 being able to discriminate, sift out, and correctly 
 estimate motives; she must have firmness and de- 
 cision; she must be able to appreciate wit; wit of 
 all kinds good wit, poor wit, indifferent wit; she 
 must have a reverential soul which, in turn, inspires 
 reverence and respect; she must have a great big 
 heart full of love and kindness for all creatures, 
 big and small, high and low. And these, Mrs. Mills 
 had; some of them, to a remarkable degree.
 
 May 2. 
 
 ALL of her power, all of her effort and of her 
 affection, went out to her girls here at Mills, 
 and she remembered them always during 
 years after they had stepped out of school-life into 
 life's work, and even when age came upon her, and 
 she had given up her active service, how often that 
 dark eye lighted up at mention of some loved name 
 of one who had been with her even many years 
 before. 
 
 She always considered the welfare of girls. Every- 
 thing that was conducive to comfort and to hap- 
 piness she accomplished, if it were possible. 
 
 One of the last things she did was to fit up a room 
 as a Social Hall for the girls. "A fire-place must 
 be built in, so that it will be cheerful, and it will 
 give warmth, and help ventilation, too, don't you 
 think?" with a twinkle in her eye and an accent 
 on the "ventilation." The quiet humor that she 
 so often showed was delightful. 
 
 She bought the Victrola for that room; she ar- 
 ranged the pictures, too. Old-fashioned pictures 
 they may be, but they strike a hallowed and loved 
 chord in all our hearts. And in years to come, it 
 will be the proudest possession of Mills College to 
 cherish what she loved and put into place. 
 
 Many girls owe their education and their start 
 in life, to Mrs. Mills' philanthropy. No one in 
 need appealed in vain to her. I know of instances 
 where she could have used her income with ad- 
 vantage, on herself, but instead gave it freely to 
 and for others. . . . Many repaid her in affection 
 and service and a few were ungrateful and fault- 
 finding, but here she showed a rare virtue, the 
 spirit of forgiveness she forgave again and again, 
 even unto death. Wonderful mother-love! 
 
 Her love of nature manifested itself in the love 
 for these beautiful grounds. Every flower, every 
 shrub, every tree, she knew and cherished. This 
 tree must be nourished and helped; that shrub must 
 be cared for; the paths must be cleared of weeds; 
 the old branches and fallen leaves must be taken 
 away; and yet, nature must have some abandon; 
 it must not be too closely conventionalized. The 
 result is, the campus is one of the most charming 
 spots on the coast. . . . (See May 15.)
 
 May 3. 
 
 MISSIONARY CHANT. 
 
 A favorite of Mr. Mills. It was sung at his Graduation, 
 and also at his Funeral. 
 
 M 
 
 Y soul is not at rest; there comes a strange 
 And secret whisper to my spirit, like 
 A dream at night, that tells me I am on 
 Enchanted ground. Why live I here? The vows 
 Of God are on me, and I may not stop 
 To play with shadows or pluek earthly flowers, 
 Till I my work have done, and rendered my 
 Account. The voice of my departed Lord, 
 ' ' Go teach all nations, ' ' from the Eastern world 
 Comes on the night air and awakes my ear, 
 And I will gladly go. From henceforth, then, 
 It matters not if storm or sunshine be 
 My earthly lot, bitter or sweet my cup; 
 I only pray, "God fit me for the work, 
 God make me holy, and my spirit nerve 
 For the stern hour of strife.' ' Let me but know 
 There is an arm unseen that holds me up, 
 An eye that kindly watches all my path, 
 Till I my earthly pilgrimage have done. 
 Let me but know I have a friend that waits 
 To welcome me to glory, and I joy 
 To tread the dark and death-fraught wilderness. 
 And when I come to lay me down to rest 
 To sleep the blessed sleep it will be sweet 
 That I have toiled for other world than this 
 Yea, very sweet. And when I reach my home 
 With all the conflict past, if one for whom 
 Satan has struggled as he has for me, 
 Should ever reach that blissful shore, O how 
 This heart will flame with gratitude and love! 
 And through the ages of eternal years 
 Thus saved, my spirit never shall repent 
 That toil and suffering, once were mine below.
 
 May 4. 
 
 THE REVEREND CYRUS TAGGART MILLS, D. D. 
 
 Born Paris, N. Y., May 4, 1819. 
 Died Seminary Park, April 20, 1884. 
 
 Mark the perfect man and behold the upright, for the 
 end of that man is peace. Psalm 37:37. 
 
 CYRUS T. MILLS had but one aim in life; to 
 serve God while serving his fellowmen; and 
 God surely raised up a wife for him, since 
 in no one else, could he have found the true help- 
 meet that he did in Susan Tolman who from her 
 childhood had consecrated herself to God. 
 
 Although in his best health in California's cli- 
 mate, he was never very strong and would often be 
 confined to his room, but his mind was always clear 
 and active. He could plan even on a couch of 
 pain, and what his brain conceived, Mrs. Mills 
 with her wonderful executive ability carried out. 
 I cannot think of one without the other. In their 
 work they were like two parts of one perfect ma- 
 chine, each having its part to perform yet working 
 in such perfect harmony that only success could 
 result. 
 
 Together, hand in hand, heart in heart, mind in 
 mind, yea, soul in soul, these two great minds wove 
 themselves into Mills College as it stands today. 
 
 When health would permit, Mr. Mills was sociable 
 and friendly; more than ordinarily quick-witted, he 
 loved to challenge others in brilliant conversation. 
 
 He was a splendid teacher. He refused to accept 
 a statement simply because "the book said so," 
 but carefully sifted and weighed each subject, and 
 gave to his pupils only that which he knew to be 
 best.
 
 May 5. 
 
 (From May 4) 
 
 DE. MILLS held the reins of government, but 
 left to Mrs. Mills the mothering of the girls; 
 he rendering final judgment only in such 
 cases as were carried to him as to a higher court. 
 
 He was fond of all games wherein wits were 
 matched, and proved a merciless opponent. Whether 
 in social game or business transaction, he played 
 fair but played to win. Dishonesty he could not 
 tolerate. 
 
 Mr. Mills was fond of playing chess, parchesi, 
 and croquet. He was also fond of archery. As I 
 look back now, it may not have been so much his 
 pleasure in the game as in the opportunity it af- 
 forded to give a valuable lesson to a young girl 
 entirely under his and Mrs. Mills' care; that is, 
 when he played with me. 
 
 One night while playing Parchesi, I thought he 
 did not count correctly and I did not hesitate to 
 say so and maintain my point. Finally, he looked 
 at me and said, "My child, you are quite right, 
 and when you know you are right never be afraid 
 to say so, but keep your temper and use your 
 reason. 
 
 ' ' Life, too, is a game in which we play many 
 parts and need the help of the Lord. Now we will 
 play another game. "
 
 May 6. 
 
 A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures 
 of silver. Proverbs 25:11. 
 
 DEAR Dr. Mills! His signature is slightly 
 faded on those old diplomas of ours, but his 
 voice and kindly face have not faded from 
 our memories. 
 
 It is said that "The men and women that are 
 lifting the world upward and onward are those 
 who encourage more than criticize." And so it was 
 with Doctor and Mrs. Mills. Advice and encour- 
 agement always took away the sting of criticism. 
 
 Mills Collegians, cherish memories as dearly as 
 we of the past have done. As the years pass on 
 lengthening your perspective as they have ours, 
 the pictures in memory's gallery of Mills days will 
 become more tender in feeling, more lovely in color, 
 and Mills Hall to you, will be what dear old Sem- 
 inary Hall is to us of the Seminary, knowing it 
 holds within its walls the secrets of your girlish 
 dreams as it does ours.
 
 May 7. 
 
 Our Responsibilities According to What We Have 
 Eeceived. 
 
 ye have received, freely give." 
 These were her words often spoken. She 
 felt that this applied in a spiritual and a 
 moral as well as in a literal sense. 
 
 If one had unusual mental gifts, the world should 
 be enriched by the use of these gifts; if one had 
 the power to touch other lives and quicken them 
 into a more reverent appreciation of God's mercies, 
 that power should be used; if one possessed worldly 
 goods in great or small degree, these should be 
 shared with less fortunate brothers. 
 
 This dear friend helped me in many ways, spirit- 
 ually and morally, which are too sacred to give to 
 any page, and she helped me financially, too. 
 
 In after years when I was able to pay back what 
 I owed in cold dollars, she said with her kindly 
 smile and kindly pressure of the hand, "You have 
 repaid me many times, dear child, just pass it on 
 to others." 
 
 "Pass it on to others," it seems to me, was the 
 key-note of her beautiful life. 
 
 "Freely ye have received, freely give."
 
 May 8. 
 
 Te cannot serve God and mammon. Mat. 6:24 
 
 Set your mind on things that are above, not on the 
 things that are upon the earth. Col. 3 :2. 
 
 Work out your own salvation . . . for it is God that 
 worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleas- 
 ure. Phil. 2:12, 18. 
 
 44"T"REASURE the words and the truths of the 
 Bible. There is a beauty and strength in 
 Scripture language that is found nowhere 
 
 else.' ' 
 
 "I am so glad I was required to commit verses 
 of the Scriptures and hymns when I was young. ' ' 
 
 "It is certainly a calamity to have an unsubdued 
 will, but a blessing to have strong desires yielded 
 to a higher and holier will." 
 
 "If we cannot yield our will in little things, 
 it will almost certainly bring us greater trials." 
 
 "Other things being equal, you are under more 
 obligation because of your opportunities here. 
 Privilege and responsibility go hand in hand." 
 
 "My heart goes out in great tenderness to those 
 parents who have entrusted their daughters to my 
 care. Those fathers and mothers have no choicer 
 treasures than their precious daughters. Who am 
 I, that they should be willing to entrust their 
 daughters to my care!" 
 
 "What an inexpressible tenderness in the thought 
 that you may all be preparing for heaven, here."
 
 May 9. 
 
 FE nine years, Mrs. Mills was a mother to me... 
 and as long as she lived was a loving friend 
 and adviser. 
 
 She had neither time nor money to spend on her 
 own pleasure, though, a generous supply of both 
 for her friends or those who needed her assistance. 
 
 When asked why she did not accompany her sister 
 on a trip abroad, she replied, "I cannot afford the 
 money," yet, at that time, she spent many times 
 the amount such a trip would require, on friends 
 and new College buildings. Only when her failing 
 health demanded a change, could she be persuaded 
 to lay aside her work, and go east or to the Islands 
 for a few weeks. 
 
 Her ability to intuitively read character, was 
 more than remarkable. I have known her assign 
 rooms to over one hundred girls, before the opening 
 of the school; pairing off as room-mates, those who 
 had never met and whom she had not seen more 
 than once, and then, not be obliged to make more 
 than two or three changes after a few days' trial. 
 This was done, too, without the aid of written lists, 
 as she depended alone upon her wonderful memory. 
 
 She knew the name, room-number, and the home 
 address of every student, in less than a day after 
 the opening. Doubtless, in later years when she 
 began to rely upon the help of a secretary, she may 
 have resorted to lists, but not in my day.
 
 May 10. 
 
 AUNTIE MILLS was always busy, but never 
 took time to tell others of how much she 
 had to do or had already done during the 
 day. I never knew her to be late for any routine 
 work, neither did she come early enough to idly 
 wait for the signal to be given. 
 
 She fairly flew from one task to another. It 
 was our habit, learned from experience, to stand 
 still in the hall if we were looking for her, for 
 she was sure to come that way soon, and none of 
 us were spry enough to follow her Sittings. 
 
 She way always busy, but never too much so to 
 show an interest in each girl's pleasures, or sym- 
 pathy in her sorrows. 
 
 She watched closely the health of each student 
 and prayerfully guided her spiritual growth. 
 
 If there had been but one child, she could not 
 have received more careful thought than Mrs. Mills 
 gave to each of the two hundred or more under her 
 care. 
 
 She never allowed herself to stay in a rut, but 
 kept abreast of the times, gladly welcoming any 
 change which tended to the bettering and uplifting 
 of young women. 
 
 Her dream of seeing the Seminary become a 
 College was fulfilled but a short time before her 
 soul took its flight to the better land.
 
 May 11. 
 
 JOSIAH KEEP 
 
 Born 1849; died 1911 
 
 Faculty Member over twenty-five years. 
 
 ON the occasion of Professor Keep's birthday, 
 May 11, 1905, Mrs. Mills presented him a 
 loving cup in behalf of Faculty and Students. 
 Upon that occasion she made these remarks: 
 
 In the year 1849, gold was discovered in Cali- 
 fornia. . . . Those who arrived here that year 
 are known as Forty-niners. 
 
 That same year, in a quiet little town of Mass- 
 achusetts, there was born one who was destined 
 to help in shaping the life and history of California 
 and its people. 
 
 This was our forty-niner, Josiah Keep, who for a 
 quarter of a century has done good work on this 
 Western Slope. He has studied and described the 
 shells of the sea and of the land; the flowers that 
 beautify the country, and the starry heavens that 
 declare the glory of God. 
 
 An enthusiastic and faithful teacher; the loyal 
 friend and helper; the Christian gentleman, always. 
 
 Pure gold he is, and we are glad to honor him on 
 his birthday. 
 
 We are too apt in this busy life of ours to neglect 
 to tell our friends that we love them, that we 
 thank them and appreciate what they do for us, 
 but we who are here tonight, wish to express our 
 love, our gratitude, and our high esteem for our 
 good friend and teacher, Josiah Keep, and that he 
 may keep in mind our loyalty and our love we, 
 the Faculty and the Students, present this loving- 
 cup. 
 
 We hope and pray that his years may be many 
 and full of blessing for himself and for all about 
 him. 
 
 "Because he carried love within his heart, 
 
 None ever guessed even half the joy he knew, 
 
 Nor yet how well he lived life's greater part; 
 To him the skies above were ever blue, 
 
 Because he carried love within hie heart."
 
 May 12. 
 
 MY birthday date is May 11. Mrs. Mills advice 
 to the girls was to always tell the truth. 
 One of the Bible quotations that I can 
 never forget, ' ' The Lord has been my dwelling 
 place in all generations." We were called upon 
 each evening to recite the Bible verse assigned 
 the evening before. The girl next me thinking she 
 might be called upon asked me for the verse. In 
 sport I said: "The Lord has been my dwelling 
 house in all generations," whereupon I was called 
 upon and for the life of me could not say the verse 
 correctly. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' memory was wonderful, and it was 
 a lovely phase of her character, that she never 
 forgot one of her pupils. 
 
 I had not seen Mrs. Mills for over ten years 
 when I met her in the City of Paris; she looked 
 at me a moment and said, "My dear child, I have 
 not seen you for such a long time. Now, Lily, do 
 come to see us and bring your little boy." I think 
 it wonderful. 
 
 Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all genera- 
 tions. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever 
 thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from ever- 
 lasting to everlasting, thou art God. 
 
 So teach us to number our days, that we may apply 
 our hearts unto wisdom. 
 
 O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice 
 and be glad all our days. Psalm 90:1, 2, 12, 14.
 
 May 13. 
 
 1ONCE had the pleasure of making a trip from 
 Los Angeles to Oakland with Mr. Mills. He 
 had been to Pomona on business. With me, 
 were Judge and Mrs. Sawyer, Miss Cora Sawyer, 
 and my boys who were then little fellows. 
 
 Mr. Mills was so delighted with the boys, that 
 he spent the whole day with them, talking to 
 them and listening to their prattle. 
 
 Several times did Judge Sawyer, who was a 
 Trustee of the College, attempt to engage him in 
 conversation relating to school matters but he had 
 to give it up, for Mr. Mills was interested in noth- 
 ing, just then, but two baby boys who would play 
 with him. 
 
 It was a side of his character I had never seen 
 before, and I was intensely interested myself in 
 watching him. 
 
 When we were leaving the train, Mr. Mills said 
 to me, "Virginia, I have had a happy day and do 
 bring the babies out to see Mrs. Mills soon, for 
 she is so fond of little boys." 
 
 I always thought it was only girls that Mrs. Mills 
 was fond of, but I discovered that she liked boys, 
 too.
 
 May 14. 
 
 1KNOW of no lovelier place than Mills College 
 with its pleasant memories of Mr. and Mrs. 
 Mills, their earnest, steady, quiet work for the 
 benefit of the school and their beloved scholars. 
 
 Mrs. Mills needs no eulogy. All who knew her 
 can never forget her; her influence is lasting; her 
 example wholesome, energetic, steadfast. 
 
 We are all better for having lived in her presence 
 and having enjoyed her thoughtful kindness. 
 
 She always rejoiced to meet her friends and 
 loved them as her very own. 
 
 I am thankful for an opportunity to pay this 
 tribute to Mrs. Mills. I cannot hope to do justice 
 to her many gifts and noble traits of character, 
 but I will try to convey to others, the love and 
 respect I feel for her memory. 
 
 I never could do Mrs. Mills all the justice I feel 
 her due. I have always felt so grateful for what 
 I learned from Mr. and Mrs. Mills not in the cur- 
 riculum; so much not laid down in books, that has 
 helped shape my life and has inspired me to do 
 the best possible, wherever I have been placed.
 
 May 15. 
 
 I AM glad she will not hear the whistle of the 
 flying train across these grounds. (Every effort 
 should be made by all who loved her, all who 
 are interested in Mills College, interested for selfish 
 reasons or otherwise, to prevent the going thru 
 these grounds of any railroad, cutting off Sunnyside 
 from the College campus. Sunnyside, the holy spot 
 of Mills College, should not be so separated, how- 
 ever attractive the inducements may be. In this 
 case, just as helpful ends would be gained, were the 
 railroad to pass around to the other side of Tolman 
 Cottage.) 
 
 Her humanities were of the broadest, sweetest 
 kind; and she was no idle impracticable sentimen- 
 talist. She was always ready to help in a practical 
 telling way. Many there are who extend sympathy 
 in sweetest words, but few there are who give kind 
 words and the wherewithal to live at the same time. 
 
 During the war, she extended her hospitality to 
 a number of sick soldiers, gave them a home, and 
 medical care, and they went out well and strong 
 and better men for having known her. 
 
 After the fire of 1906, she sheltered and assisted 
 many refugees. She herself was just convalescing 
 from pneumonia one of her worst illnesses yet, 
 when told of the great calamity, her first solicitude 
 was for friends who were in the midst of it. 
 
 These, she assisted with food, with clothing, with 
 money; but the greatest thing of all she gave them, 
 was renewal of faith in God's love. They took 
 heart again, and courage to go forth to do, and to 
 battle with life, and, with all, not to forget to 
 thank Him for all His mercies. 
 
 How thankful we are that your life touched BO 
 many lives, and how thankful we are that we have 
 so rich a heritage from you. 
 
 Wonderful woman, wonderful missionary, great 
 worker and gleaner in the harvest-field of life! how 
 rich must be thy reward!
 
 May 16. 
 
 DAVID HEWES. 
 
 Born 1822. Lives at "Anapauma," Orange. 
 A California Pioneer, and an Old Friend of Mrs. Mills. 
 
 The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for 
 them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the 
 rose. Isaiah 35:1 
 
 {fT^HIS is just as true today, as it was when 
 Isaiah was singing his songs 760 years 
 before the Christian era, to the people of 
 Judea. 
 
 "There have been men in all times whose special 
 mission on earth seemed to be to beautify and to 
 bring into productiveness the bare and waste places. 
 
 "Southern California has been blessed with 
 countless numbers of these true philanthropists . . . 
 Men who came here and uprooted the cactus, and 
 planted the vine and fig-tree; took the barren hills 
 and planted flowers and made them to bloom. 
 
 "One of the most splendid evidences of this 
 spirit is manifested in the development and beauti- 
 fying of the Anapauma (place of rest) Eanch, 
 which was purchased by Mr. David Hewes, the 
 present owner, 25 years ago when it was a sheep 
 ranch." 
 
 Mr. Hewes left his home in the Southland on 
 Thursday, December 12, 1912, to visit his old friend, 
 Mrs. Susan Lincoln Mills who, he had heard, was 
 not well. But while he was on his way hither, her 
 spirit had winged its flight to her heavenly home. 
 
 "Prominent at the graveside was the Honorable 
 David Hewes, a well-known California pioneer, who 
 was one of the original Trustees of Mills College." 
 
 Mr. Hewes is the donor of the melodious bells 
 that chime hourly from El Campanil, the attractive 
 bell-tower across the campus from Mills Hall. He 
 has contributed toward endowment, and helped the 
 College in various ways. 
 
 Mrs. Mills often said in effect, "I cannot say 
 enough in praise of this good friend. He has been 
 constant and helpful always." 
 
 Mr. Hewes is nearly 93 years of age, and is still 
 active, physically and mentally.
 
 May 17. 
 
 THE FOUNDER AND BUILDER. 
 Sonnet. 
 
 faith as his is victory!" To rear 
 As did those Master Builders of old time 
 A structure' wondrous, that shall tower 
 
 and climb 
 
 Through future ages, till the whole appear 
 A vision 'carnate from another sphere; 
 
 With humble heart to hold a thought sublime 
 And listen to the deeper truths that chime 
 As messages of hope doth cast our fear. 
 
 All noble souls inspire to greater deeds 
 
 For God and Man, the kindred hearts that serve; 
 From faith like his, a wondrous power thrills 
 
 Adown the years, where faith responsive, heeds 
 The still small voice, and men disheartened, nerve 
 Themselves again to battle 'gainst earth's ills. 
 
 HELENE CONWAY MAY, S '05. 
 For Founders' Day, May 4, 1905.
 
 May 18. 
 
 PILGRIMAGE TO SUNNYSIDE. 
 May 4, 1914 
 
 THIRTY years ago last month, Mr. Mills, in 
 honor of whose memory and achievement we 
 make this pilgrimage with each recurring 
 Fourth of May, was buried at this spot. It was 
 originally selected by him and Mrs. Mills, as the 
 site of their little home to be, and called Sunnyside. 
 The inscription on the shaft tells us that Cyrus 
 Taggart Mills was born in Paris, N. Y., in 1819. 
 **** 
 
 When Mr. Mills sought this section as the favor- 
 able spot for the transplanting of the school from 
 Benicia, San Francisco was reached only by boat. 
 The terminus of the local train, was East Oakland, 
 then called Brooklyn. . . . 
 
 The trees here were our oaks and buckeyes, and 
 the young alders in the creek. Think now of all the 
 country beyond Seminary avenue to Evergreen and 
 on to Hayward; from our fence-line to Beulah; and, 
 also the adjoining field extending down to and 
 beyond the Tolman Cottage; then picture all this 
 acreage as comparatively unsettled, and traversed 
 only by private conveyance, and you will wonder 
 how Mr. Mills ever found this spot, and having 
 found it, how he could get the impress of the vision 
 of its future, and then proceed to make this vision 
 a reality. 
 
 But therein his wonder lay. His was a prophetic 
 outlook, but with it was great executive ability. 
 To his artistic soul was related a practical mind.
 
 May 19. 
 
 (From May 18) 
 
 HE possessed, too, an earnest Christian zeal, un- 
 flagging courage, and an untiring energy all 
 brightened by a quiet genial humor. His 
 intuitive knowledge of men with "his sanctified 
 common sense, sound judgment, and executive 
 ability," formed the basis of those rare business 
 qualities which made him financially successful. 
 "Qualities that gave beneficent results in India, 
 in Hawaii, in California. "... 
 
 Our own recent lack of success in having our 
 avenue called Mills College Avenue makes us wonder 
 at what he accomplished that first year, so plainly 
 told in the names Seminary Avenue and Seminary 
 Park Station. 
 
 Mr. Mills personally superintended the planting 
 of thousands of trees. He seemed to "dip into the 
 future," and understood just where new walks 
 would later be made, and new roadways needed. 
 There was magic in his touch as in his thought; 
 the beautiful poplar beyond that palm was a sapling 
 branch which he thrust into the ground to support 
 a young rose bush. 
 
 The same prophetic foresight that led him hither, 
 from Benieia eventually took him to Pomona. . . . 
 In this section with its possibilities, he saw the 
 ways and means of securing much for his loved 
 Seminary . . . and for the upbuilding of the 
 College designed to follow.
 
 May 20. 
 
 MB. WELLER of Pomona referring to Dr. Mills 
 as 'the much loved President of Mills 
 Seminary, the efficient President of the 
 Pomona Land and Water Company, the magnan- 
 imous and generous President of the Trustees of the 
 Pomona Church,' said: "But we know him best 
 as the frail, tireless, genial, generous, large-hearted 
 planner, and organizer, who made the sleepy un- 
 known town of Pomona waken and grow, and bloom, 
 and blossom, and waft the perfume of its orange 
 blossoms throughout all the States." 
 
 But it was at Pomona that he received the injury 
 that cost him his life. . . . 
 
 As his last moments drew near he said, "God is 
 good." These were his last words. Here at Sunny- 
 side his body was placed upon a bed of white roses 
 in that "low green tent whose curtain never out- 
 ward swings." 
 
 Dear Mrs. Mills, his faithful companion and de- 
 voted co-worker, was spared many years to carry 
 out alone plans they had mutually formed, and to 
 further the advancement of the work to which they 
 had mutually consecrated their lives. 
 
 Who can say that there does not linger about 
 our College the spirits of these devoted founders 
 and of those so closely associated with them, 
 Miss Tolman and Professor Keep. 
 
 Dear Mr. Mills, I knew him well and was very 
 fond of him. His was a deep, quiet, kindly, sym- 
 pathetic soul. His sensitive reticent nature under- 
 stood as few ever understood, my own timid unde- 
 monstrative girl nature. Is it a wonder then that 
 my memory of him is a cherished jewel in Friend- 
 ship's casket?
 
 May 21. 
 
 DR. MILLS illustrated in his life his faithful- 
 ness to the highest standard of duty. He 
 exacted the same loyalty to duty from all 
 who worked with him. If any fell short they might 
 feel an uncomfortable pressure. He had little 
 patience with shams and subterfuges. 
 
 He himself working toward the highest ideal; 
 the very strength of his character made him an 
 exacting man. He gave the best possible service, 
 and he wanted nothing less from others. 
 
 If he encountered some adverse criticism, as 
 well as his consort, time has brought the fullest 
 vindication. Within a plain exterior there were 
 the gentleness . and largeness of a sympathetic 
 nature. 
 
 He loved the order and the beauty that his taste 
 and toil had created. He liked the voices of the 
 young and all the innocent freedom and mirth 
 that sweetened his daily life. 
 
 The austere man mellowed in the atmosphere of 
 childhood, and in his presence there was a daily 
 benediction. 
 
 When Dr. Mills' work was done, no man in this 
 State had ever made so munificent a gift to the 
 cause of public education. 
 
 His path as a pioneer is luminous and his work, 
 monumental.
 
 May 22. 
 
 FOUNDERS DAY. 
 May 4. 1910. 
 
 IN the whole round of ceremonies and events 
 which mark the passing of the College year, 
 this pilgrimage is to me the most beautiful of 
 all, and to be permitted to offer here my tribute 
 of loving gratitude, is a privilege indeed. 
 
 That word privilege! When in the hot arrogance 
 of youth I fretted or rebelled over some disagree- 
 able task, how many times has Dr. Mills with hit 
 quiet gentleness, brought order out of chaos, as he 
 said: 
 
 "Think of it, my child, as a privilege, not a 
 duty." 
 
 So as I review his life among us, all his work 
 seems to have been animated by that spirit of lov- 
 ing consecration, which meant to him the Privilege 
 of Service. 
 
 Few are here today, who ever met Dr. Mills, 
 fewer still who really knew him, but it was my 
 great privilege to call him Friend ... to know 
 him for many years, as friend and teacher, coun- 
 selor and guide. . . . 
 
 Out of the fullness of my heart I want to speak 
 of some of the little things which may make you 
 feel more "at home" with him as it were to think 
 of him as a living presence, a co-worker, one who 
 could enter with you into the homely details of 
 your daily life. 
 
 For Dr. Mills was essentially human in his in- 
 terests, broad as well as deep, with an intellect 
 which reveled in abstruse philosophy, and held 
 the starry heavens in his grasp, yet loved so ten- 
 derly, the violet at his feet. (To May 26.)
 
 M 
 
 May 23. 
 
 ES. MILLS was one of the great women of 
 our day, and as time passes her true worth 
 will be more and more recognized. 
 
 To outsiders she was a business woman, a re^ 
 turned missionary, or an educator but to us who 
 knew her more intimately, she was a friend and 
 guide, leading us toward the highest and best. 
 
 She called us "my girls" and each one of us 
 knew that we had a place all our own in her heart, 
 for it was large enough for all of us. How she 
 loved to have us all back on Founders Day or for 
 any special day! 
 
 I said that many thought of Mrs. Mills as a mis- 
 sionary returned from her labor, but we knew that 
 she was still a missionary at heart, and that she 
 hoped all of us would be true missionaries. One 
 of her sayings, often repeated, was: 
 
 "Whatever you 
 
 girls may gain here (at Mills) that is good and 
 true, be sure to pass it on to others that you meet. ' ' 
 
 There was absolutely no limit to Mrs. Mills' will 
 power, and her courage equaled her will power. 
 Her Christian faith was the source of her courage, 
 and she wanted every one to know that it was so. 
 She quoted again and again: 
 
 "Trust in the Lord 
 
 and do good, so shalt thou dwell in the land and 
 verily thou shalt be fed. ' ' Or, 
 
 "All things work together for good to those that 
 love God." 
 
 So she lived and now she has left us it remains 
 for us to pass on as much of the inspiration she 
 gave us, as we may.
 
 I 
 
 May 24. 
 
 N dreaming o 'er the old days 
 
 The days from care so free, 
 Come thoughts of a dearest lady 
 And Teddy, so dainty to see. 
 
 The two were always together, 
 
 Mrs. Mills with a face good to see, 
 And Teddy dear doggie behind her 
 Always barking at me. 
 
 No wonder his bark was ferocious, 
 
 And friends he would not be 
 With the red-headed lassie who chased him; 
 
 His purpose she could not see, 
 
 For Teddy had memories many, 
 
 Of the times he had to flee 
 For protection, unto his mistress 
 
 From what, she did not see. 
 
 "Why Teddy, what's the matter!" 
 
 I have often heard her say; 
 But he only barked in answer, 
 
 While I ran the other way. 
 
 Tho my memory-book is precious 
 
 With its memories of girls, 
 I would value it still more highly 
 
 Had it one of Teddy's curls. 
 
 For that little white curl would in fancy 
 
 Other memories recall 
 With tenderest thought of Mrs. Mills, 
 
 The loving friend of all.
 
 May 25. 
 
 ANOTHER picture I have of Mrs. Mills is as she 
 went the rounds of the rooms with Teddy, 
 her inseparable companion. Some rooms she 
 passed altogether, some she entered, smiling and 
 walking slowly about, pointing out things that dis- 
 pleased and things that pleased her; stopping to 
 pick a dead leaf off a plant or to point out some 
 especially good trait in a photographed face. 
 
 One day she came upon a girl sweeping her room, 
 and raising big clouds of dust. Mrs. Mills promptly 
 took the broom into her own hands, gave an im- 
 promptu lesson on sweeping and proceeded to il- 
 lustrate it. 
 
 That was one reason for her success. She under- 
 stood thoroughly the fundamentals of every de- 
 partment over which she had charge, from the 
 kitchen to the garden and back through the class- 
 rooms. 
 
 Her interest was keen for everything. Girls 
 were apparently not a complex problem to her. 
 She would give a sharp glance through her spec- 
 tacles at a delinquent one, decide whether firmness 
 or leniency would be better, smile kindly and dis- 
 miss or proceed to read a lesson. 
 
 Tears she abhorred. She was like a man when 
 one of her girls wept; she sympathized deeply, but 
 she felt out of place.
 
 May 26. 
 
 (Prom May 22) 
 
 IF even in a measure I can bring him truly before 
 you, I shall feel that in such measure, I am 
 doing you a service, giving you a richer heri- 
 tage in your ideal of Mills College. For Dr. Mills 
 was one of these reserved natures which reveal 
 themselves only to those of whose interest and 
 sympathy they feel assured. 
 
 A man of few words, but those terse and strong; 
 of wide knowledge and experience, with rare ap- 
 preciation of all that is fine and beautiful in 
 nature and in art . . . but above all, one who 
 responded so instantly to the human need of the 
 moment one had only to turn to him to be sure 
 of the immediate response. 
 
 The hours in his class-room were full of inter- 
 est, and it was a dull mind indeed that did not 
 respond to the leading of his quickening thought. 
 
 . . . He had little patience with the false or 
 trivial, and to the real offender, his rebuke was 
 scathing. For work well-done, the word of dis- 
 criminating commendation was always ready; there 
 was infinite patience for those who tried, though 
 they might halt and stumble by the way, but stern 
 reproof and admonition for the wilful, determined 
 loiterer or wrong doer. Mercy and justice, strength 
 and gentleness, were his in generous measure and 
 wisely blended.
 
 I 
 
 May 27. 
 
 WAS 85 last May, and you cannot expect much 
 from my pen. 
 
 Mr. Mills I knew personally, and in his ea^ly 
 years, as he was often at my father's, and lived 
 there after he graduated from Williams College. 
 
 We always had family prayers both morning and 
 night. One Sabbath night, Mr. Mills asked for "a 
 Sabbath evening blessing," as if that could be any 
 different from any other. This first turned my 
 attention to the subject of religion. 
 
 Some years after, when my sister and I were 
 15 years old (we were twins), father, who was a 
 business man, said to us, "What am I to do about 
 that check of twenty dollars put in to help Mr. Mills 
 in his theological course?" This question was 
 because during the night, not the home but the 
 business property was burned to the ground. We 
 said, "We think you would want it." But Father 
 answered : 
 
 "I gave it to the Lord before the fire, and it goes 
 out just the same. It is not mine." The money 
 was repaid in many ways and many times by 
 Mr. Mills later.
 
 May 28. 
 
 ADEAE little brother and Mr. Mills were 
 "very particular friends." When hardly 
 three years old, the little fellow was always 
 making "a coat for Mr. Mills. Mr. Mills going 
 to be missionary. ' ' So needle and thread were 
 given him, and he made many "a little coat" from 
 a bit of cotton cloth, always putting it into the 
 basket when he went with mother to the mission- 
 ary meetings. 
 
 The dear little boy was taken very ill. He told 
 us he wanted "to go and be with Jesus," but he 
 wanted his "money to go to the heathen." So his 
 little purse was brought, containing in all 50 cents 
 large coppers and three-cent pieces. It was handed 
 to Mr. Mills who was to go to India as a mis- 
 sionary. 
 
 He often told the story there of the dear little 
 Christian child who wanted to help the heathen; 
 always holding up the little purse with, shall I say, 
 the sacred money still in it, until it brought many 
 times the fifty cents and great interest was always 
 awakened. | 
 
 Did not that dear little brother, through Mr. Mills, 
 preach the gospel to the heathen? 
 
 Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh 
 harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and 
 look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. 
 John 4:35.
 
 May 29. 
 
 THE EEVEEEND WILLIAM A. HALLOCK, 
 who was Secretary of the American Tract 
 Society, had Miss Susan Tolman to look over 
 the books and report any mistakes. 
 
 He was my uncle, and I vividly recall hearing 
 him say with reference to her and her work, "Keen 
 as a razor." 
 
 She afterwards became a teacher at Mount 
 Holyoke. We twins graduated there in 1850. 
 
 She became Mrs. Mills and went to India, and 
 the Faculty at Mt. Holyoke said: "I wish they 
 would take the girls and not the teachers." 
 
 I know Mrs. Mills to have been an earnest, en- 
 thusiastic, vigorous teacher, holding out to a ripe 
 old age far beyond the general run of people. 
 
 My nieces, Mary House (Brown) and Fanny 
 Bouse (Carpenter), received their education under 
 Mr. and Mrs. Mills in California. It was a great 
 honor that my niece Fanny could give a commence- 
 ment address there, I think the only lady who has 
 ever done so. 
 
 Let us not be weary in well-doing: for in due season 
 we shall reap, if we faint not. Gal. 6:9. 
 
 I can do all things through Christ which strengthened 
 me. Phil. 4:13. 
 
 Be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might. 
 Eph. 6:10.
 
 May 30. 
 
 WHEN in Benicia in 1870, four of us formed 
 the first sorority of course, we did not call 
 it so, or have a Greek letter name. We 
 were simply "We Four, 1870." It was Dr. Mills 
 who talked it over with us, who helped design our 
 pin, and even enjoyed going to the jeweler's with 
 us to place the order. A great event that was in 
 itself . . . perhaps the other girls did not envy us! 
 
 How sure, too, we always were that Dr. Mills 
 would not only laugh with us over anything really 
 funny, but would also match our story with another 
 full of gay wit and sparkling humor, so that we 
 could hardly wait for Mrs. Mills' amused permission 
 to run around to their rooms to share our pleasure 
 with him. 
 
 A group of us ... fired with an unusual zeal to 
 read something very improving, asked Mr. Mills' 
 counsel. The twinkle in his eye should have fore- 
 armed us, when he said: "Have you ever read 
 Cudworthl" "Why no, who was Cudworth? What 
 did he write?" 
 
 We could elicit no definite information. Dr. Mills 
 simply advised us to borrow Dr. Corwin's copy, 
 and find out for ourselves. 
 
 Dr. Corwin, our resident pastor, was famous for 
 his jokes, but we unsuspectingly went our way, 
 took one look at the ponderous volume with its 
 uninteresting binding which Dr. Corwin handed us 
 so smilingly and humbly concluded such learning 
 was not for us. 
 
 Fully appreciating its worth, however, we pur- 
 chased that literary gem for the private library 
 of Dr. Mills. 
 
 "Have you read Cudworth yet?" was a query 
 that always brought forth smiles.
 
 May 31. 
 
 THE mother of the dear son whose birthday 
 was on this day, but who was parted from 
 her at the very threshold of his manhood, 
 writes as follows: 
 
 Mrs. Mills was so fond of Ned; spoke of him 
 every time I saw her. The last time, how her eyes 
 filled with tears as she spoke of him, saying it 
 would not be long before she would see him. 
 
 All my tastes and general ideas of life and duty 
 were so influenced during my sixteen years of asso- 
 ciation with her as pupil and as teacher, as well as 
 by her friendship for myself and family for the 
 more than thirty years following, that I cannot 
 say any one thing or another stands out as dis- 
 tinctive, but no words can express my appreciation 
 of the blessing of her all-pervading love and watch- 
 ful care. 
 
 The 121st Psalm, the "Travelers' Psalm" she 
 called it, is always associated with morning prayers 
 in Benicia, when we were assembled for the last 
 time before leaving for vacation and home. 
 
 The Psalms were her favorite portion of the Bible, 
 and the ninety-first her favorite Psalm. 
 
 Did any one ever read the Bible as she read it? 
 As for me, I never hear the Scripture read that I 
 do not find myself wishing it could be read as she 
 read it. 
 
 "Freely ye have received; freely give." To her 
 who relied upon the Almighty, withholding 'would 
 not enrich, nor giving, impoverish. Her first im- 
 pulse was to give, to help, to share to the utter- 
 most "not grudgingly nor of necessity, for the 
 Lord loveth a cheerful giver." (See also Oct. 20.)
 
 (Mrs. Mills greatly treasured the beautiful lesson 
 taught in these verses. Long years ago she pasted 
 the poem in her Bible and often referred to it in 
 her Sunday evening talks. The lines are continued 
 to the page of June 1, and concluded on the page 
 of June 2.) 
 
 THE VOICE IN THE TWILIGHT. 
 
 I 
 
 WAS sitting alone towards the twilight, 
 
 With spirit troubled and vexed, 
 With thoughts that were morbid and gloomy, 
 
 And faith that was sadly perplexed. 
 
 Some homely work I was doing 
 
 For the child of my love and care, 
 
 Some stitches half-wearily setting 
 In the endless need of repair. 
 
 But my thoughts were about the "building," 
 
 The work some day to be tried; 
 And that only the gold and the silver, 
 
 And the precious stones should abide. 
 
 And remembering my own poor efforts 
 
 The wretched work I had done, 
 And even when trying most truly, 
 
 The meager success I had won, 
 
 "It is nothing but 'wood, hay, and stubble'" 
 I said; "It will all be burned" 
 
 This useless fruit of the talents 
 One day to be returned. 
 
 "And I have so longed to serve Him. 
 
 And sometimes I know I have tried, 
 But I'm sure when He sees such a building 
 
 He will never let it abide."
 
 J 
 
 June 1. 
 
 UST then, as I turned the garment, 
 That no rent should be left behind, 
 My eye caught an odd little bungle ^ 
 Of mending and patch-work combined. 
 
 My heart grew suddenly tender, 
 And something blinded my eyes, 
 
 With one of those sweet intuitions 
 That sometimes makes us so wise. 
 
 Dear child! She wanted to help me; 
 
 I knew 'twas the best she could do, 
 But oh! what a botch she had made it, 
 
 The gray mismatching the blue! 
 
 And yet, can you understand it? 
 
 With a tender smile and tear, 
 And a half-compassionate yearning, 
 
 I felt her grow more dear. 
 
 Then a sweet voice broke the silence, 
 
 And the dear Lord said to me, 
 "Art thou tenderer for the little child 
 
 Than I am tender for thee ? ' ' 
 
 Then straightway I knew His meaning 
 
 So full of compassion and love, 
 And my faith came back to its refuge, 
 
 Like a glad, returning dove. 
 
 (The stanzas on this page were the ones especially 
 dear and most often quoted or read.)
 
 June 2. 
 
 SO I thought, when the Master Builder 
 Comes down this temple to view, 
 To see what rents must be mended 
 And what must be builded anew, 
 
 Perhaps, as He looks o'er the building, 
 He will bring my work to light, 
 
 And, seeing the marring and bungling, 
 And how far it all is from right, 
 
 He will feel as I felt for my darling 
 
 And will say, as I said for her, 
 "Dear child! She wanted to help me 
 And love for me was the spur. 
 
 And, for the real love that is in it, 
 The work shall seem perfect as mine, 
 
 And because it was willing service 
 I will crown it with plaudit divine. ' ' 
 
 And there in the deepening twilight 
 I seemed to be clasping a hand, 
 
 And to feel a great love constrain me 
 Stronger than any command. 
 
 Then I knew by the thrill of sweetness 
 'Twas the hand of the Blessed One, 
 
 Which would tenderly guide and hold me 
 Till all the Labor is done. 
 
 So my thoughts are never more gloomy, 
 
 My faith no longer dim, 
 But my heart is strong and restful 
 
 And my eyes are unto Him. 
 
 SELECTED.
 
 I 
 
 June 3. 
 
 (For a birthday of June 5) 
 
 USED to remain at the school during vacation, 
 and to Mr. Mills I owe much for his Wise 
 lessons. 
 
 He loved to play croquet, and I think what I 
 am to relate will give you insight into his char- 
 acter. 
 
 It was summer vacation. I had gone to the 
 music room in the left wing, to practice. He came 
 in finally, and said, "Child, do you know how long 
 you have been here?" "Only a short time, I 
 think. " " You have been here four hours. You 'd 
 better come and play a game of croquet. ' ' 
 
 The sun set before we had finished a second game. 
 He called my attention to the wonderful coloring 
 of the sky and pointed out the shadows on the 
 earth. Then he said: 
 
 "Mrs. Mills and I have witnessed many glorious 
 sunsets at sea and in the Orient, but I can remem- 
 ber none more beautiful than this evening's sun- 
 set. 
 
 "May the close of our life, which is but a day, 
 be as full of radiance and peace." 
 
 So many lessons I learned from that evening; 
 I often think of him when watching a sunset.
 
 June 4. 
 
 Mills College, June, . 
 
 My dear little Granddaughter. 
 
 I am very glad to hear that you have arrived in 
 San Francisco well and happy. I hope you will be 
 a very good little girl, and give as little trouble 
 to your Papa and Mamma as possible. 
 
 They have expected you so long you must not 
 disappoint them. I shall hope to call and see you 
 very soon. 
 
 Please give my love and Aunt C 's to your 
 
 dear Mamma. 
 
 I am your affectionate Grandmother, 
 
 SUSAN L. MILLS. 
 
 God bless you and make you a great blessing. 
 
 To the Mother when the little one to whom the 
 above letter was written was to be baptized. 
 
 Mills College, Nov. 3, . 
 
 My dear A. 
 
 I shall be with you in heart today am so sorry 
 to be absent in body. May it be a blessed day to 
 you and yours. 
 
 ***** 
 
 The dear Lord be with you and bless you, and 
 accept the consecration of the dear little one to 
 the Master. 
 
 May the dear child live to be your joy and your 
 comfort, and be a blessing in the world. 
 
 May you have grace to train her as the dear 
 Lord would have you. 
 
 With tender love, I am, 
 
 Yrs affly 
 
 SUSAN L. MILLS. 
 
 The originals of these letters are held as priceless 
 treasures, and are copied here only because this 
 aims to be a heart-to-heart home-book containing 
 as many of the little human touches that appeal 
 lovingly to her girls, as are possible to get. You 
 will recognize "Yrs affly" as the characteristic 
 form used in her letters by Mrs. Mills, to precede 
 her signature.
 
 June 5. 
 
 ffXTOTHING is too small to pray for." "We 
 1^ want our girls above all, to be good Chris- 
 tian women." 
 
 Can you not hear her repeat these words! 
 
 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 
 
 Thy sovereign will denies. 
 Accepted at Thy throne of grace, 
 
 Let this petition rise: 
 
 Give me a calm, a thankful heart 
 
 From every murmur free; 
 The blessings of Thy grace impart, 
 
 And bid me live to Thee. 
 
 She frequently spoke of the hymn from which 
 these stanzas are quoted, as being her father's 
 favorite hymn, and she loved it for his sake as 
 well as for the peace it brought to her own heart. 
 
 One Sunday evening we were as disobedient as 
 ever we could be, and with an unholy glee that 
 was by no means silent. Three girls from other 
 rooms had come to ours; four stood in a row to 
 receive from the fifth the contents of a cologne 
 bottle squirted through an atomizer a much newer 
 thing in the seventies than now, hence the uproar. 
 Suddenly the door opened, Mrs. Mills entered, and 
 all she said was, "Jennie, I want you to come down 
 to the parlor after the last bell to join in prayer 
 for the Senior class," and she was gone. Nothing 
 she could have said or done could have been more 
 effectual in making me realize how unworthy of 
 her confidence I had proved. The incident was 
 never referred to again by Mrs. Mills, but the 
 thought of having been "weighed" and "found 
 wanting" kept me from doing many foolish things, 
 and in later years I have appreciated the wisdom 
 of her passing the incident with no other notice 
 than the "silence which was golden."
 
 June 6. 
 
 Except the Lord build the house, they Isbor in Tain 
 that build it. Psalm 127:1. 
 
 DR. AND MRS. MILLS built this school under 
 the inspiration of a great idea, of which 
 idea, you and I as Alumnae, are the con- 
 crete outcome. 
 
 And just because we are a part of this idea, can 
 we not from the memories of the past, from the 
 needs of the present, from the visions for the 
 future, rouse ourselves as Alumnae and make this 
 idea that of the wholesome suitable Christian 
 education of young women perfect in the fuller 
 development that it needs? 
 
 It means work; it means work for you and for 
 me; but it means, and that is the joy of it it 
 means different kinds of work; it means just the 
 sort of work that God put into our hearts to do. 
 The great thing is, for us to be whole-hearted in 
 our manner of doing it. 
 
 We. always hear the cry, "We want Christian 
 mothers in our homes, Christian teachers in our 
 schools." But I tell you there is a great need 
 today for Christian business women for civic and 
 philanthropic work, for municipal improvement and 
 for social betterment; we want Christian women 
 right down in the thick of business life, to grapple 
 hand to hand with the tremendous problems of 
 Capital and Labor. 
 
 The one thing which will change an organization 
 from a mere dry framework into a living breath- 
 ing organism is Christianity, and the business world 
 is not only waiting but asking for women trained, 
 educated, Christian to help in solving the difficult 
 questions which will come up between employer and 
 employee. 
 
 Mills College will be just what you make it, and 
 if you are true to the inspiration of the great 
 idea of its noble founders, you will awaken to a 
 keener sense of their heroism in the past, and your 
 obligations in the present.
 
 June 7. 
 
 THE founders of Mills, in all their ambitions 
 and desires, always kept paramount, that 
 Mills while non-sectarian, must be essentially 
 a Christian College and a home. 
 
 Home-making, Home-keeping, Home-loving, are 
 three principles of education that have been so 
 interwoven in the woof and web of past days they 
 cannot be put aside in the curriculum of the future. 
 
 As in the history of Holyoke, Mary Lyon's per- 
 sonality cannot be eradicated, so also, no possibility 
 can there be that the influence of Mrs. Mills will 
 be lost in the future history of Mills College. 
 
 Perhaps, in the future college life, many of the 
 old customs will be passed by for lack of time, 
 until some of them will seem but traditions of the 
 past. The college customs will change with the 
 customs of the world at large, and the Seminary 
 will seem old-fashioned to the ambitious young 
 collegian, but there is an indefinable something that 
 can go only with the school of smaller affairs and 
 the mother-love of Mrs. Mills will go on and on 
 beyond our time and ken. 
 
 You will smile when I say, looking back to the 
 old regime, one of the most precious memories is 
 that of Wo's birthday cake. 
 
 That birthday cake, my dear young collegian, 
 meant more to the home-sick Seminary girl than 
 the grandest medal you will ever win for scholar- 
 ship.
 
 June 8. 
 
 DR. AND MRS. MILLS gave out of pure kind- 
 ness of heart and to make others happier. 
 At the new Seminary when skating was 
 the rage, I had no skates and did not feel that I 
 should ask my father to get some for me. One morn- 
 ing Mr. Mills sent for me to go to his parlor. I 
 went in fear and trembling lest I had inadvertently 
 done something amiss and I was to be reprimanded. 
 
 But no; instead, he asked me if I would not like 
 a pair of skates that I might enjoy the exercise 
 with the rest of the girls? then gave me a pair. 
 
 They were always doing kind little things like 
 that. 
 
 Surely no one person can realize how much they 
 gave in these as well as in large ways for others. 
 
 How few things that are really desirable can be 
 bought with money! 
 
 Wisdom, spiritual power, poetic feeling, sound 
 judgment, communion with God are as possible to 
 the poorest man as to the richest. 
 
 They can be received as far as we open our minds 
 and hearts, but never bought. The best things of 
 God are free to all men. See Rev. 22:17." 
 
 MBS. MILLS. 
 
 Words can hardly express sentiments of Mrs. 
 Mills. It seems to me one just had to be one of 
 her girls to learn what a kind, thoughtful mother 
 she was to all of us. 
 
 There is so much I would love to say, and while 
 this I have written seems very little, you may know 
 from it, of some of my great love and reverence for 
 Mrs. Mills. 
 
 You have asked me to write a book! How can 
 one in a few lines express appreciation of Mre. 
 Mills' many-sided personality?
 
 June 9. 
 
 MARY MELVILLE TOLMAN, 
 
 Daughter of Samuel Howe Tolman and Jane Melville. 
 The grandfather, Samuel Howe Tolman, Sr., graduated 
 from Dartmouth College, 1806. His son, Samuel Howe 
 Tolman, Jr., was graduated from Dartmouth in 1848. 
 
 Miss Mary Melville Tolman came from the East in the 
 eighties, and at Mrs. Mills' urgent invitation remained a 
 year. 
 
 IT is to Miss Mary Tolman that Mrs. Mills directed 
 all her genealogical and other family papers, 
 sent. Miss Tolman resides in Manchester, New 
 Hampshire, and has written as follows: 
 
 In one of the last letters which I received from 
 "Auntie" Mills and which was dated May 23, 
 1911, she said: 
 
 "Our last Seminary class has just graduated, and 
 now we are all College. 
 
 "It has broken my heart to have the Seminary 
 go, but I know it is for the betterment of the 
 College." 
 
 Have a plan for studying the Scriptures. 
 
 The wear and tear of what I cannot do is a great 
 deal more than the wear and tear of what I can do. 
 
 Prayer for spiritual blessings for ourselves and 
 others, is the essence of prayer. 
 
 The Sabbath is of inestimable value. It is 
 worth more than all other days in bringing our 
 thoughts into captivity to the will of Christ. 
 
 One great thing to be gained in an education is 
 to be able to possess comforts and privileges with- 
 out becoming selfish. 
 
 The little child makes the father a better man, 
 and the excellencies of a woman are nowhere so 
 marked, and they nowhere shine so beautifully as 
 in the wife and mother. 
 
 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, 
 and I will give you rest. 
 
 Take my yoke upon you and learn of me: for I am meek 
 and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. 
 
 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matthew 
 11:28,29, 30.
 
 June 10. 
 
 A MEMORY OP MBS. MILLS. 
 
 She said, in days that used to be, 
 "We planted every flower and tree 
 Except those oaks the place was bare 
 Until we made a garden there." 
 
 Because they watered the dry earth, 
 
 A thousand roses came to birth; 
 
 Their trees each springtime have as guests 
 
 A fledgling choir of birds in nests. 
 
 Where wild grass withered, brown and dry, 
 Long eucalyptus shadows lie, 
 A deeper green upon the lawn. 
 Can those who planted it be gone! 
 
 She loved it all. How many times 
 
 Before the noon hours' closing chimes, 
 
 We saw her in her plain black gown, 
 
 One hand upon her hip, stoop down 
 
 To pick up bits of orange peels 
 
 We dropped and ground beneath our heels! 
 
 And now, I think, she comes to see 
 If things are as they ought to be; 
 Down welltrod garden walks she goes 
 To trim dead blossoms from some rose. 
 
 And we, whose hearts her gardens were, 
 No truer way can honor her 
 Than in our own lives to keep bright 
 The truth she spoke to be our light, 
 That she might know how worth the care 
 It was, to make a garden there. 
 
 MABEL BICE BIGLER. 
 January, 1915.
 
 June 11. 
 
 SAMUEL TOLMAN. 
 
 Born 1676; died 17 . 
 
 Father of Mrs. Mills' great grandfather. 
 
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 HEEE is so much I can find in my heart of 
 tenderness and love for her. 
 
 The ten years passed there as an Art 
 Teacher were happy ones. . . . 
 
 She was a bright example for any one closely 
 associated with her, her open hand- to give, her 
 sympathy with all suffering. 
 
 I know she was sincerely sorry when she, by a 
 rebuke, wounded one's feelings. She was always 
 ready with an apology. 
 
 As an instance of tenderness that impressed me: 
 
 I was going to the city of a Saturday once, and 
 she said, "Come to my door and ride to the station 
 with me. ' ' I did so. When she got into the car- 
 riage, I noticed she was dressed for some especial 
 occasion. Ida then handed her a bouquet of 
 flowers rather loosely put together. I thought, 
 "What is she going to do with those flowers?" I 
 noticed that she guarded them carefully, after we 
 were in the cars and when we reached the place 
 where the cars changed. You remember the little 
 store kept by the woman who was nearly blind! 
 Well, she grabbed the bunch of flowers and hurried 
 out and I followed her, going into this little shop. 
 She gave them to the woman and raising up her 
 dress, took from a long large pocket three large 
 oranges and said, as she gave them to her, "For 
 the children."
 
 June 12. 
 
 THE incident impressed me. As we came out 
 I said, "Oh, Mrs. Mills, how kind of youl 
 Going to a reception in your party dress, and 
 having such a burden as those oranges! You axe 
 a lesson." 
 
 "Oh! That is nothing! only one little kind 
 thought for the poor." It was a lesson to me of 
 thoughtfulness, and I have never forgotten it. 
 And this is only one of many acts of this descrip- 
 tion, which she was so often doing always trying 
 to help others. 
 
 I can never forget her many kind thoughts for 
 me, when she saw I was tired and when she knew 
 I was in sorrow and for these, too, I loved her 
 most tenderly. 
 
 She seemed abrupt sometimes, but amid all her 
 cares she did not forget; it was the "cup of cold 
 water"! God bless her her "faith in prayer," 
 her loyalty for the "Lord," her earnestness. So 
 few could have done what she did for Christ when 
 the world outside criticised as they did. I honored 
 Mrs. Mills from the bottom of my heart. I loved 
 her for herself alone.
 
 June 13. 
 
 THE Mills Magazine Memorial issue is an ex- 
 cellent collection of tributes, bringing out 
 plainly the spirit of Mrs. Mills' life and work 
 as well as the attitude of the girls toward v her. 
 
 My only regret about it all is that there seems 
 to be no direct appeal to Mills' Daughters in be- 
 half of her work and their College or Alma Mater. 
 
 It seems to me that such an occasion might have 
 been used with emphasis both as a matter of loy- 
 alty to Mrs. Mills and as a time for drawing into 
 closer touch with the College, its many graduates, 
 and friends. . . . My thought is that many young 
 women might cling more faithfully to their College 
 and co-operate in its upbuilding, if an appeal had 
 been made linking the more personal relationship 
 of the past with a larger realization of College 
 aims and standards of the present and future. 
 
 Now, of course, this may sound like the argu- 
 ment of an opportunist, but I believe that the ' ' psy- 
 cological moment" is an important study and it is 
 a great thing to seize the privilege of a rare 
 moment for the benefit of a high purpose."
 
 June 14. 
 
 (From June 13) 
 
 NE can wait long and patiently for such a 
 ' ' moment. ' ' Fortunate are we if we use it 
 for God's high work in the world. 
 
 My thought in this connection is not of money, 
 but of moral support in other ways. 
 
 With women more than with men, the personal 
 feeling governs so persistently their attitude and 
 activities." 
 
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 The issue of the Magazine was wholly under the 
 management of the students who had not the knowl- 
 edge of life and the outside relations to have under- 
 stood the advantage of improving the "psycholog- 
 ical moment." Even the Alumnae Department was 
 omitted; Alumnae notes were gathered from letters 
 received at the College and a copy of Alumnae 
 Resolutions printed. 
 
 The letter, however, though personal, breathes a 
 high idea, and is given here in part, for the benefit 
 of our Alumnae Sisterhood, for other "psycholog- 
 ical moments" will arrive, to be seized upon by 
 those who have foresight, interest, wit, bigness of 
 heart, and sufficient love of our Alma Mater; and 
 these "few words to the wise" may be a sufficient 
 incentive.
 
 June 15. 
 
 "When a good man dies, for years beyond our ken the 
 light he leaves behind shines upon the paths of men." 
 
 THE first time I saw Mrs. Mills was in the 
 summer of 1908 when I made the sudden de- 
 cision to go out to Mills College to arrange 
 to enter as a Domestic Science student in the fall 
 semester. I felt somewhat nervous at the pros- 
 pect of the interview, because I had been away 
 from school work for some time. I felt particularly 
 embarrassed, having neglected through lack of fore- 
 sight, to get my credentials for a Domestic Science 
 Course I had previously taken; credentials I felt 
 I should show Mrs. Mills. After a brief but keen 
 glance at me, Mrs. Mills cut my apology short by 
 /aying her hand on my arm and saying, "My dear, 
 your word is enough! We shall be very glad to 
 have you with us." 
 
 Mrs. Mills was always anxious that Sunday be a 
 "home" day for her girls, not an "at home" day, 
 but her wishes were being ignored to such an 
 extent that desperate measures had to be taken. 
 Accordingly, on the Sunday morning following this 
 decision, Mrs. Mills stationed Barney a right-hand 
 man of the place at the entrance to the grounds 
 from the car line, with instructions to admit no 
 gentlemen but the young man who was to preach 
 the Sunday sermon. The next car brought a young 
 man on calling bent; but Barney said, "No, no one 
 can enter today but the minister." The young 
 man, who evidently figured that all was fair in 
 love or war, said, ' ' But I am the minister, ' ' so 
 passed in. Ere long, another young man confidently 
 entered the gateway, but Barney triumphantly an- 
 nounced, "Only the minister can enter today!" 
 The young man suavely replied, "But I am the 
 minister." "Oh, no you're not!" gloated Barney, 
 "he just went in." Then the young man feelingly 
 said, "My man, you have been deceived for I am 
 the minister." So apologizing for his blunder, 
 Barney passed him through.
 
 June 16. 
 
 JUST as the church bell was ringing, the real min- 
 ister alighted in great haste from the car, and 
 was hurrying thru the station when Barney 
 accosted him with the words, "O no you dont! 
 You're not the minister, so you can't go in." 
 "But," said the astonished man. "I not only am 
 the minister, but I am late and beg you not to 
 delay me." Whereupon Barney, zealous of his 
 dut'es and wearied of the perfidy of young man- 
 kind, placed himself bodily in the path and, it is 
 said, only agility and previous athletic training 
 enabled the minister to gain the pulpit in time. 
 
 A few hours later, a crest-fallen Barney pre- 
 sented himself to Mrs. Mills with the earnest re- 
 quest that he be not put on that "Sunday job" 
 again. It is also said that Mrs. Mills' eyes twinkled 
 when she granted that earnest request. 
 
 My sister came out to Mills College to visit one 
 day, and Mrs. Mills very kindly showed her about 
 Mills Hall. My sister has never forgotten how 
 earnestly Mrs. Mills said when they reached the 
 dining-room, "This is the most important room of 
 all, for I consider proper food the basis of good 
 morals. ' ' 
 
 Mrs. Mills lovingly and loyally attributed her 
 success in the education of girls to the influence 
 of her own early training under Mary Lyon at 
 Mt. Holyoke. That training combined with her 
 own natural gifts of a rare personality indeed, 
 made Mrs. Mills a remarkable woman. Dedicating 
 her long life, as she did, to service for girls, her in- 
 fluence has been, and will be, almost unbelievably, 
 far-reaching. She seemed to have an unusual 
 faculty for divining a person's needs not alone in 
 seeing that a chance was given for the cultivation 
 of mental or spiritual qualities, but also in com- 
 prehending the material wants of struggling insti- 
 tutions or individuals not intimately connected 
 with her "family." What a wonderful thing! to 
 have earned the right to be called, A Woman Who 
 Understood.
 
 June 17. 
 
 AMONG the many remembered incidents in my 
 association with Mrs. Mills, itxis hard to pick 
 out separate ones as particular examples. 
 One of the expressions Mrs. Mills often repeated in 
 my hearing and which I often recall is this: 
 
 "Be gracious to every one. It does not pay to 
 be unkind, rude, or even inattentive to any one 
 with whom you have to do. A smile is worth many 
 frowns.' ' 
 
 The incident which impressed me most, shows 
 Mrs. Mills' generous spirit and came about through 
 my own carelessness. 
 
 It was while I had part charge of the telephone 
 room, and through a stupid though well-meant 
 blunder over the 'phone, brought about a com- 
 plication which cost Mrs. Mills quite a few dollars 
 to straighten out, and exasperated her no doubt, 
 as it would any one. 
 
 I waited in fear and trembling for the expected 
 severe reprimand, hardly knowing what would be my 
 well-deserved penalty. Then I went to Mrs. Mills, 
 tried to apologize, and before I knew it, the dear 
 woman, who no doubt saw the tears I was strug- 
 gling to suppress, was patting my hand and saying: 
 ''My dear, we all make mistakes, and I am sure 
 you wont let it happen again." 
 
 Do you think I ever did?
 
 June 18. 
 
 THESE quotations, recalled, represent only two 
 or three phases of her character the more 
 purely feminine and domestic. "What is 
 written is written." 
 
 "When a meal is ready, leave whatever you are 
 doing and go at once to the table. ' ' 
 
 The purpose of Mrs. Mills' years of effort was 
 to fit her girls for educated useful womanhood, 
 and it found expression over and over and yet once 
 more as she read Proverbs 3:13-19; Proverbs 31: 
 10-31. 
 
 In the '80s, Mills was reclused from the distrac- 
 tions of the city and jealously guarded from its en- 
 croachments. Visitors must come by train to Sem- 
 inary Park Station, and drive up with Michael or 
 George True. 
 
 It was an unprecedented privilege granted to a 
 new girl who might not come as a "day scholar" 
 and whose mother was a semi-invalid, that Mrs. 
 Mills allowed her to spend the week-ends at home. 
 
 That her father should be her escort always, was 
 the express condition. During the three years in 
 which he drove in and out, Friday and Monday, at 
 whatever hour and whichever gate, it was rare 
 indeed not to see Mrs. Mills, and so, that father 
 always felt that his daughter could be safely en- 
 trusted to her faithful care. 
 
 A man of affairs had this to say of Mrs. Mills: 
 "She was a wonderful woman. Her executive 
 ability and business acumen were marvelous. I 
 consider that she was one of the best financiers that 
 Alameda County ever had." 
 
 A short time before her death, Mrs. Mills dictated 
 a letter to one of her girls who had become deaf. 
 Her own dulled hearing and failing strength pressed 
 heavily, and she wrote: 
 
 "I am so glad, dear , 
 
 that we shall have no infirmities in heaven."
 
 June 19. 
 
 A soft answer turneth away wrath^-but grievous words 
 stir up anger. Proverbs 15:1. 
 
 IN thinking of Mrs. Mills, I often picture her at 
 what we used to call her "Five o'clock Teas." 
 At these times, she made known to us her de- 
 sires and wishes as to our personal conduct on mat- 
 ters of etiquette and the true courtesies of life 
 altho' sometimes she gave us a bit of her own 
 history or experience, or the news concerning some 
 important matter of which we should be informed. 
 
 Some objected to this period as not a part of the 
 College curriculum, but I am sure it did us all good. 
 We might sew, as we listened, often times, to some 
 such introduction as, "Young ladies, I want that 
 
 you should always remember ," or, "Young 
 
 ladies, I don't want that you should do thus and 
 so, but I want that you should," etc., etc. 
 
 My other most tender thoughts are, as I knew her 
 
 that summer you and Miss M went to the 
 
 Yosemite when I staid at Mills to "help out," as 
 she always said. She always talked to me when I 
 took the mail to her. Not about anything of special 
 importance, but just any little matter that she was 
 thinking about, and would ask me what I thought 
 of it, or, if I would see "Mr. Stratton" or 
 "Michael," or "Uncle Billy," or some one, and 
 tell them her wishes for the next day. 
 
 My first years at Mills were in the days of the pet 
 dogs, Fritzie and Koko. Wherever Mrs. Mills went, 
 they went. When ever we saw the dogs, whether in 
 halls or on campus, we would know that Mrs. Mills 
 was near and shall I say it, we would sometimes 
 take another path. Did a guilty conscience fear 
 those wonderfully searching eyes? 
 
 I can quote many Bible passages she gave us, 
 besides the one given above, and I learned while 
 there, at her request, Psalms 100, 95, 91, 23, and 19.
 
 June 20. 
 
 1 OFTEN think of Mrs. Mills' life in India. She 
 sometimes told us how her husband took her 
 there a bride; how they worked together, and 
 were so happy in the work; how the tropical climate 
 impaired the health of each, and they were obliged 
 to leave the work there, hoping for many years to 
 return to it, for they had been so happy in it. I 
 think it would have pleased her to have all of us 
 go as missionaries to India. 
 
 Her missionary work did not end with the return 
 from India. She was most generous, ever "sowing 
 beside all waters," as she would have us be. She 
 gave to every form of charity that ever came her 
 way, and I doubt not, were she here now, that 
 while her greatest sorrow would be over the war, 
 her greatest joy would be to aid the Belgians and 
 all the stricken in Europe. 
 
 Her memory was wonderful! She was able to 
 remember people, faces, names, and associations 
 almost beyond belief. Aside from her mental 
 power, think of her physical endurance! How she 
 would attend morning prayers, conduct her class, 
 go to San Francisco, shop, go to the dressmakers' 
 perhaps, or to a meeting of some kind, see different 
 people at different times by appointment, return to 
 the College, have dinner, conduct prayers, then dress 
 to attend some evening reception, and be as bright 
 and entertaining as tho' she had rested all day. 
 
 Mrs. Mills had such a wonderful personality that 
 the girls all respected and feared her, yet they 
 loved her, too. She was most decided and short, 
 but it was a shortness due to her alertness and 
 quickness, rather than to any gruffness of manner. 
 Unfortunate was the girl who did not seek to find 
 her heart of pure gold, for seeking she would surely 
 have found it.
 
 June 21. 
 
 Pear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; 
 for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee: yea, I will help 
 thee: yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my 
 righteousness. Isaiah, 41:10. 
 
 SAID a great artist, to one who expressed sur- 
 prise that he received so large a price for a 
 landscape he had painted in a single day: 
 "Forty years of my life and all that is in me, have 
 gone into that picture. " 
 
 So when one has wrought at the foundations, we 
 sometimes take less account of the patient toil of 
 years, the hiding of power, the silent accumulation 
 of forces those necessary conditions of success 
 than of what comes at once into the range of ob- 
 servation. 
 
 The point of view needs to be shifted from the 
 foreground to the background. What was the 
 motive, what sacrifices were involved, what high 
 inspiration were the forming influences touching a 
 thousand details and moulding them into forms of 
 beauty? 
 
 The founder lives in his work if he has wrought 
 for God and humanity.
 
 June 22. 
 
 THERE is an Oriental tradition that a grain of 
 ambergris flavored the Sultan's cap for a 
 thousand years. But there is a fragrance of 
 immortality about the name of one who has dedi- 
 cated his work to the Eternal Builder and for the 
 grace of exalted womanhood. 
 
 Two institutions of historic fame, form the back- 
 ground, so to speak, of Mills College. The one is 
 Williams College which educated the founder of 
 this institution, and the other is Mt. Holyoke Sem- 
 inary now a College which educated his consort. 
 
 The one came under the influence of Mark 
 Hopkins, the greatest educator of his day and now 
 an illustrious name in history. The other was 
 graduated under the prineipalship of Mary Lyon, 
 a name that is associated with all that is noble 
 and winning in the sainthood of a woman. 
 
 Few institutions have ever embodied more of the 
 spirit of self-sacrifice than the one among the Berk- 
 shire hills, and the other on the margin of that his- 
 toric river of New England. 
 
 They have sown beside all waters. They have 
 sent a message of peace a gift of sweetness and 
 light to the remotest lands. 
 
 The spirit of these institutions the fragrance of 
 sacrifice, the high aim has gone over in some degree 
 to this College whose foundation we celebrate. 
 
 It was most fitting, therefore, that its associate 
 founder should establish a chair of philosophy asso- 
 ciated with the illustrious name of Mark Hopkins. 
 
 That is the first chair of academic instruction and 
 the only one, ever endowed by a woman on the 
 Pacific Coast.
 
 June 23. 
 
 CYRUS TAGGAET MILLS in founding this in- 
 stitution had a definite aim and a high ideal, 
 and there was no departure from the original 
 purpose. 
 
 No one has ever worked towards a high ideal 
 without encountering criticism. It is good some- 
 times to have the electric bells rung by an un- 
 friendly hand. 
 
 It is related of a painter that he was greatly 
 shaken by the unfriendly criticism directed against 
 his picture, when he had hoped for the recognition 
 of a masterpiece. But when the birds came and 
 pecked at the grapes in his picture, he was satisfied. 
 
 The founder wrought for a definite end. He saw 
 the Seminary gradually unfolding into the College. 
 He planned for enlarging it by night, and worked 
 for it by day. 
 
 His words were few. The shy, reticent man went 
 about his task with a silent brooding spirit. In 
 homely parlance, he had a "long head." He had 
 rare executive talent.
 
 June 24. 
 
 46 OW is my soldier boyf" is the question she 
 I always asked me of my son, whose birth- 
 day occurs on this date. She showed a con- 
 tinued interest in him both while he was in service 
 in the Philippines and after his return. 
 
 "I know he will come home," she would say to 
 me during the war, which she greatly deplored, ' ' as 
 I always pray for him. ' ' 
 
 Shortly after his return she invited him to a 
 reception tendered the Educators of the State, keep- 
 ing him with her and introducing him to the prom- 
 inent people present as, "My Soldier Boy." 
 
 I remember saying to her on one occasion, "Well, 
 the war has helped me, anyhow. I now know where 
 the Philippine Islands are." Laughing, she said, 
 "And a great many others can say the same." 
 
 She showed such an individual and especial in- 
 terest in young men who were fortunate enough to 
 come into some personal touch with her, that their 
 lives were always, in some way helpfully influenced 
 by her. 
 
 Health and strength were wooed back to many 
 young men who were brought under her care at 
 Mills College during the Spanish-American War; 
 taken there to convalesce away from the environ- 
 ment of camp and its life. 
 
 It was not due so much to the beauty and quiet 
 of the surroundings as to the personal supervision 
 of the care, and to the personal interest in every 
 detail given by this wonderful woman, that health 
 was magically restored to them.
 
 June 25. 
 
 HEE heart and hands have ever been open for 
 the relief and encouragement of needy stu- 
 dents and for the furtherance of every good 
 work. 
 
 Her interest in all public affairs as shown by all 
 that she did for the soldiers in the Spanish War 
 and in all the political problems of late years, is 
 truly wonderful. 
 
 Even now she finds little time for rest and fulfills 
 the promise of old, "She shall still bring forth 
 fruit in old age. ' ' 
 
 "It may be a source of pleasure to her to know 
 that her life and work have been the source of in- 
 spiration to all school people." Thomas F. Kane, 
 President University of Washington. 
 
 "The dean of educators in the American college 
 for women, she has writ her name large in the 
 educational annals of the West, and as her many 
 friends on the Pacific Slope gather round her on 
 this auspicious occasion to do her honor, the colleges 
 and universities of the East join in wishing her 
 many happy return of the day." J. G. Schurman, 
 President Cornell University, Ithaca, N. Y. 
 
 "She has done much to advance the higher edu- 
 cation of women, and all who are engaged in that 
 work are greatly indebted for her unselfish devo- 
 tion to it." L. Clark Seelye, President Smith Col- 
 lege.
 
 June 26. 
 
 44 A BEAUTIFUL life is one that wears the 
 'sunlight' of God's smile." 
 
 To go through life full of energy, enthu- 
 siasm, interest in others a personal, wholesome, 
 helpful influence never growing weary in well- 
 doing tho ' it often meant under very difficult con- 
 ditions, to be always found at the post of duty 
 these were a few of the characteristics of this 
 remarkable woman, for remarkable she surely was. 
 
 A woman whom the country should have known 
 better. 
 
 A citizen of whom California should even now 
 know more. 
 
 A pioneer educator in our State, and Founder of 
 the only Woman's College, to date, on our coast; 
 a College of accredited rank and standing, requir- 
 ing only endowment to place it with institutions 
 receiving the benefit of the Carnegie and Rocke- 
 feller Foundations. 
 
 A woman with whom r even our city Oakland was 
 not sufficiently well-acquainted as to understand her 
 wonderful personality, her worth, and her work; 
 her indomitable energy to accomplish a great work, 
 her lack of encouragement by those who should 
 have been most interested in its achievement. 
 
 Her life has probably touched in a personal and 
 helpful way, the lives of more young women, than 
 that of any one other woman in our State, while 
 many young men, and older ones too, not to mention 
 mothers can attest to her wise counsel and her help- 
 ful guidance. 
 
 Should California have a Hall of Fame, honoring 
 those pioneer helpers who were not born in this 
 State, Susan Lincoln Mills should be one of the first 
 names to be inscribed on its tablets.
 
 June 27. 
 
 IN a remarkable degree, did Mrs. Mills combine 
 faith and common sense, the highest ideals of 
 truth and religion with a far-seeing practicality 
 and faculty for accomplishment. . . . 
 
 In her, head and heart were finely balanced. She 
 embodied both vision and duty. . . . 
 
 But it is as a teacher that she excelled, and will 
 be remembered, for she had a genius for teaching. 
 
 Mrs. Mills possessed that highest gift of the real 
 teacher the ability to create the mental and moral 
 atmosphere in which her pupils worked. . . . 
 
 She was qualified among those rare spirits who 
 teach by richness of nature, by nobleness of spirit, 
 by those fine instincts and influences which are 
 incarnated by the few choice souls who teach for 
 no mere earthly and material rewards, but with the 
 power to lift their pupils into enthusiasm, and 
 work in them as a vital personality. 
 
 One has laid down this rule as the necessary path 
 of those who reach success in this great calling: 
 
 "O'er wayward childhood wouldst thou hold firm 
 
 rule, 
 
 And sun thee in the light of happy faces? 
 Love, Hope, and Patience these must be thy 
 
 graces, 
 And in thine own heart, let them first teach 
 
 school."
 
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 June 28. 
 
 AD Cyrus Taggart Mills devoted his life to a 
 secular calling, he would have become a 
 millionaire without a stain upon his record. 
 
 He cherished some large business plans not for 
 personal aggrandizement, but for his beloved Sem- 
 inary and College. 
 
 If some of his enterprises seemed bold in concep- 
 tion, the thought behind them was as clear as crys- 
 tal. Once his opinion was formed, he held to it with 
 great tenacity. 
 
 If he felt the ground firm under him, he never 
 shifted it for sand. 
 
 This steadfastness of purpose was in the moral 
 fibre of the man. 
 
 When he had planted himself firmly there was 
 no faltering step. 
 
 While he waited patiently for some results, he 
 could be swift in execution when the set time had 
 come. His faith was equivalent to victory. 
 
 He turned his limited financial resources over 
 and over, and at every turn there were more. 
 
 His oversight went to the minutest detail, while 
 he could, also, plan for a town-site, now, one of the 
 most prosperous cities of Southern California.
 
 June 29. 
 
 FOR more than twenty years, it was my privilege 
 to know Mrs. Susan L. Mills as my neighbor, 
 and for five years, was closely associated with 
 her as a member of the Board of Trustees of Mills 
 College. 
 
 The one thing in her life that most deeply im- 
 pressed me, was her constant and earnest appeal 
 for prayer for the College. 
 
 She was a woman of prayer, and her highest 
 thought was for the College to be all that it was 
 originally consecrated unto, namely, "For Christ 
 and the World. ' ' 
 
 Not only for the College as a whole, did she pray 
 and ask prayer, but also for individual students, 
 as she realized their spiritual need. She seemed 
 to bear each one on her heart, and to know them 
 BO well that she could pray and ask prayer for them 
 intelligently. 
 
 She was surely a rare spirit, and had great ex- 
 ecutive ability, touching even the smallest details 
 of all that concerned the welfare of the College.
 
 June 30. 
 
 ELIZABETH TOLMAN (De WITT) 
 
 Born 1821; died 1845. 
 Mrs. Mills' Older Sister. 
 
 From "Daily Food" texts of Julia M. Tolman, 1838 
 We know that all things work together for good to them 
 that love God, to them who are called according to his 
 purpose. Romans 8:28. 
 
 My Savior, I would freely yield 
 What most I prize, to thee, 
 
 Who never hast a good withheld 
 Or wilt withhold from me. 
 
 All are yours, and ye are Christ's. I. Cor. 3:22,23. 
 Sister Elizabeth's Birthday. 
 
 A MEMORY OP MRS. MILLS. 
 (From Browning) 
 
 "One who never turned her back but marched 
 
 breast forward, 
 
 Never doubted clouds would break, 
 Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong 
 
 would triumph, 
 
 Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, 
 Sleep to wake."
 
 July 1. 
 
 LIFE with most of us, I fancy, seems much like 
 a Presidential reception we see an endless 
 throng of fellow mortals, we shake hands, we 
 exchange a few words with them, but no matter 
 how often we see them, we know their habit of 
 mind no better; we are neither influenced nor 
 helped by their personality. 
 
 It is a great day with us, when we meet some one 
 whose force, originality, insight, and directness of 
 purpose are such that they inevitably become part 
 of ourselves! 
 
 Such days may be counted on the fingers of the 
 average mortal! And if this meeting comes in the 
 days of early youth, how much more it is a red- 
 letter day in our life history! 
 
 Such a day I count it, when, as a shy little 
 school-girl, I first met Mrs. Mills; first heard the 
 quick, "Come, child," which a score of years later 
 I answered to, as naturally as on that first hearing. 
 
 Of course, I did not appreciate Mrs. Mills then 
 youth is usually crude in its judgments but in the 
 years that have passed, since I sat in her classes, 
 the conviction has deepened, that in her I had 
 come to know one of the most remarkable person- 
 alities I was destined to meet.
 
 July 2. 
 
 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellent 
 them all. Proverbs 31:29. 
 
 AN" almost invariable characteristic of any force- 
 ful personality, is that it has had a distinct 
 goal in sight and has never swerved from 
 attaining it. So it was with the Apostle Paul, with 
 Luther, with all the great reformers, inventors, and 
 teachers of mankind! 
 
 Equally true of Mrs. Mills was this devotion to a 
 life-work the higher education of the daughters 
 of California, and the founding of an institution 
 . . . where they might walk in the paths of learn- 
 ing and be inspired to realize higher ideals. 
 
 This aim she never lost sight of. Truly could 
 she say like the Apostle, "Have any labored, yet 
 have I more!" Early and late, in sickness and 
 in health alike, she was at her post, not because she 
 had to be, but because she could not willingly be 
 anywhere else. 
 
 This devotion, this unquenchable enthusiasm, 
 has been an inspiration to many hundreds of young 
 women who have gone out from Mills. 
 
 What graduate could ever let life slip away in 
 inglorious ease or self-seeking, without a sting, 
 who remembers, as she must remember, Mrs. Mills f 
 What student, hearing in memory's halls, those 
 light, quick-moving footsteps, or the equally tire- 
 less ones at night, but must realize the direct 
 personal interest; the oversight which to youth 
 seemed stern, perhaps, yet underneath was always 
 kindly?
 
 July 3. 
 
 At a Luncheon of the Mills Alumnae Branch in 
 Los Angeles, 1909, the following Toast was given 
 in Honor of Mrs. Mills: 
 
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 IFE was made for faith. The large success has 
 always been to men and women of vision who 
 lived and worked as seeing the thing yet to be. 
 
 "They went out, not knowing whither they went, 
 not seeking a city that had foundations," so run 
 the beautiful old words that describe the age-long 
 Divine ' ' adventure. ' ' 
 
 The Spirit that makes beginnings that dares 
 great things that presses on undaunted that "fol- 
 lows the gleam" that knows not discouragement 
 and recognizes no "unsuccess" this is the true 
 romance of the world; this its creature life, its 
 touch of the Divine. 
 
 As we think of the life of our loved and honored 
 President, Mrs. Mills, is it not full of this romance 
 of faith and the on-going spirit? 
 
 From the modest beginnings at Benieia to the 
 beautiful vision of the College already outlined in 
 noble proportions and rising so fair before us.
 
 July 4. 
 
 FEW see their vision so largely realized. For 
 most leaders there is the long taxing wilder- 
 ness journey, and just one Pisgah-height 
 glimpse of the land to be possessed. 
 
 More has been given to dear Mrs. Mills. Her 
 eager vigorous spirit is still leading the way, set- 
 ting a pace we may well bestir ourselves to follow 
 pressing on to increased endowment, more ade- 
 quate buildings, larger numbers of College students. 
 
 Let us match her devotion by our loyalty; her 
 generosity of giving by our generosity; her faith 
 by our ardent enthusiasm. 
 
 Let us love her warm heart that holds in remem- 
 brance every one of her girls and goes out to their 
 children and grandchildren. Let us dream and 
 hope great things for the College that bears her 
 name, which we love for her sake and for its own 
 great promise. 
 
 It is with tenderness and deep feeling I give you 
 this toast: 
 
 MRS. MILLS I 
 
 May her heart be full of joy; 
 
 May the love of her girls be a crown of glory to her; 
 
 May our faith equal hers and, 
 
 May her "dreams" all "come true."
 
 July 5. 
 
 SARAH TOLMAN (FOSTER). 
 
 Born 1823; died 1852. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' Sister. 
 
 From the "Daily Food," page of Miss Julia Tolman. 
 
 Abstain from all appearance of evil. I. Thes. 5:16-22. 
 thereby good shall come unto thee. Job 22 :21. 
 
 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
 And scan his work in vain; 
 
 God is his own interpreter, 
 And he will make it plain. 
 
 That which I see not, teach thou me. Job 34:32. 
 Sister Sarah's death, Feb. 6, 1852. 
 
 RECALLING the manner in which Mrs. Mills 
 read the news, I am more and more im- 
 pressed, as I realize what a wonderfully keen 
 eye she had, symbolizing her splendid discernment. 
 
 She could glean in five or ten minutes, the news 
 of the day both at home and abroad, and relate it 
 at prayers in such a clear, concise, and intelligent 
 manner that it was really more worth while to 
 listen to her recount it, than to look at the daily 
 paper and spend time gathering the wheat from 
 the chaff. 
 
 "Never put down in black and white anything 
 you would be ashamed to have your mother see," 
 and "Never write a letter you would blush to 
 show your mother or to have her read."
 
 July 6. 
 
 California Pioneer Society of Alameda, Contra 
 Costa and Adjacent Counties, No. 31. 
 
 Organized April 1, 1886. 
 
 Oakland, May 4, 1888. 
 Mrs. C. T. Mills. 
 
 Dear Friend: I take great pleasure in notifying 
 you that at the regular monthly meeting of the 
 "California Pioneer Society of Alameda, Contra 
 Costa, and Adjacent Counties" held last evening, 
 you were (upon my motion) unanimously elected an 
 Honorary Member thereof in consideration of the 
 eminent service you have rendered to Alameda and 
 Solano Counties in particular, to the State of Cali- 
 fornia and the Pacific Coast in general, and to the 
 "Isles of the Sea," in the cause of education, by 
 founding and establishing a Seminary and College 
 for young ladies, which has no superior in the 
 United States for educational facilities. 
 
 Enclosed please find your badge of honorary mem- 
 bership. 
 
 I have the honor to be, 
 
 Eespectfully and sincerely yours, 
 
 EDWIN A. SHERMAN, 
 (Seal) Secretary. 
 
 Office of the Secretary, 
 568 Eighteenth Street.
 
 July 7. 
 
 MARY ATKINS (LYNCH). 
 
 Born 1819; died 1882. 
 Pioneer Founder, Benicis. 
 
 THE Seminary in Benicia, the foundation upon 
 which our dear Mr. and Mrs. Mills builded 
 so well, was organized under a Board of 
 Trustees in 1852. 
 
 It did good work for two years, when a new 
 leader was needed. Just the right one appeared in 
 the person of our beloved Mary Atkins. 
 
 Miss Atkins conducted the school one year under 
 the Trustees, then bought it outright. From that 
 time on, it grew and with great success, as is at- 
 tested by the number and the character of its 
 graduates. 
 
 In 1865, the Seminary was purchased by Mr. and 
 Mrs. Mills. 
 
 The College of today, built upon that Foundation, 
 the corner-stone of which was laid in Benicia, 
 stands as a monument to the ability and devotion 
 of three persons who had consecrated themselves 
 to the development of educated Christian woman- 
 hood in California. 
 
 These three persons are Mary Atkins, the Bev- 
 erend C. T. Mills, and Susan L. Mills. 
 
 Mrs. Mills held Mary Atkins in high esteem. For 
 many years, she kept a photograph of this Cali- 
 fornia pioneer in women's education, on the chif- 
 fonier in her sleeping-room. It was there at the 
 time of her death. 
 
 Therefore, thus saith the Lord God, Behold, I lay in 
 Zion for a foundation a stone, a tried stone, a precious 
 corner-stone, a sure foundation. Isaiah 28:16.
 
 July 8. 
 
 THE work of Miss Atkins as a pioneer educator 
 was very arduous and exacting, for she stood 
 alone in carrying the responsibilities for so 
 large an establishment as the Young Ladies Sem- 
 inary had grown to be, and in 1863, she left for a 
 year's visit to the Orient (the Sandwich Islands, 
 China, Japan and Siam), returning to find the 
 school in a much less prosperous condition than on 
 her departure. 
 
 Her power for organization and her strong per- 
 sonal influence, again made the school a command- 
 ing feature of the State. 
 
 Dr. and Mrs. Mills bought the Seminary in 1865, 
 leaving Miss Atkins free to travel thru England 
 and on the continent of Europe, studying educa- 
 tional needs, for in such matters was her great 
 interest. 
 
 Dr. and Mrs. Mills had moved the Seminary to a 
 larger and more beautiful site . . . and the new 
 school was renamed Mills Seminary, but the Sem- 
 inary in Benicia was the old foundation school. 
 
 It has now developed into Mills College. Long 
 may it live, sending out a glorious company to walk 
 farther and climb higher, because the training from 
 the old beginning was broad and strong and just 
 and powerful, making indeed a "Camino Seal, " to 
 be traversed in after years by many earnest women.
 
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 July 9. 
 
 P the many helpful sayings of Mrs. Mills, the 
 one that comes to me most often is, "Pass 
 it on." 
 
 "Have you had a kindness shown, 
 
 Pass it on. 
 'Twas not meant for you alone; 
 
 Pass it on. 
 
 Let it travel down the years, 
 Let it wipe another's tears 
 Till in heaven the deed appears. 
 
 Pass it on. ' ' 
 
 Often, do I think of that other short saying so 
 often heard from her lips: 
 
 "Young ladies, don't leave all the flowers for the 
 casket. ' ' 
 
 A beautiful thought comes to my mind which I 
 cannot quote as she gave it; this is the thought, 
 however: 
 
 "Young ladies, when you go back to your homes, 
 don't make your parents uncomfortable by criticis- 
 ing their ways. Eemember their training has been 
 different and that they have sacrificed to give you 
 advantages. ' '
 
 July 10. 
 
 "At a Eeception for Mrs. C. T. Mills at Oahu 
 College, Honolulu, July 8, '99." 
 
 THERE are "swift rushing hours in life." 
 Surely, of such is the present hour, when 
 we assemble to greet her who was once num- 
 bered among the enthusiastic and faithful teachers 
 of Oahu College. 
 
 She with her devoted husband, guided the studies 
 and presided over the culture of pupils who have 
 since risen to eminent positions. 
 
 How the memories throng, of those early days! 
 
 I am glad to testify of her faithful early life, 
 as her classmate for three years at Mt. Holyoke, 
 and for two years, a sister teacher under the admin- 
 istration of Mary Lyon. . . . 
 
 The fame of Mills Seminary and College is justly 
 due to the wise and faithful administration of 
 Dr. and Mrs. Mills. 
 
 Mrs. Mills still lives, and the results of her life 
 work will not lessen as the years roll on that link 
 Time with Eternity. 
 
 PERSIS G. TAYLOB. 
 
 Classmate of Mrs. Mills, Mt. Holyoke, '45.
 
 July 11. 
 
 (For a birthday of July 13) 
 
 MES. MILLS loved honesty and despised deceit. 
 Never, as far as I know, did one of her girls 
 go to her for help but she gave of her wis- 
 dom, her knowledge, and her love. 
 
 Her great power of government was most notice- 
 able the day of our great earthquake in nineteen 
 hundred and six. Every where there was confusion; 
 our city across the bay was in flames, yet, at Mills 
 College quiet reigned; the classes were held as 
 usual; never for one moment was Mrs. Mills' hand 
 off the helm and she guided her school through one 
 of the greatest nerve tensions that California has 
 ever experienced. 
 
 Mrs. Mills was a woman of great diplomacy. Not 
 reposeful, herself, she always insisted upon it, aware 
 of her own lack. "Be reposeful, young ladies; 
 there is nothing like repose, ' ' and while giving this 
 advice, she would be toying with pencil or watch- 
 chain. However, in matters of emergency, requir- 
 ing self-control, she was never lacking; as at the 
 time of the earthquake mentioned. She not only 
 held herself in perfect poise, but her quick mind 
 acted upon the instant, and acted wisely. Always 
 optimistic, there was a silver lining to every cloud. 
 She had faith and knew not the word fail.
 
 July 12. 
 
 JOHN TOLMAN. 
 
 Born 1791; died 1845. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' Father. 
 
 From the "Daily Food" texts of Miss Julia Tolman. 
 
 It is a faithful saying, For if we be dead with Him, we 
 shall also live with Him. II. Tim. 2:11. 
 
 And that He died for all, that they which live should 
 not henceforth live unto themselves, hut unto Him which 
 died for them and rose again. II. Cor. 5:15. 
 
 IT has always seemed to me that the father, 
 Mr. Tolman, must have been a superior man, in 
 that he sent his five daughters to Mt. Holyoke 
 in the days when comparatively few girls went 
 away to school. 
 
 He was a deacon of the church in Ware, and I 
 judge a prominent citizen. 
 
 In speaking to her girls as to their health and 
 its care, when warning them to avoid drafts, 
 Mrs. Mills would say: "Fresh air does not neces- 
 sarily mean a draft. It depends upon how it reaches 
 you"; then would quote this couplet as one that 
 she had often heard her father repeat: 
 
 "If cold wind strike you thro' a hole, 
 Go make your will, and mind your soul." 
 
 All who have heard her speak in the Tolman Band 
 Meetings on the subject of giving and of gratitude, 
 must recall her frequent reference to her father, 
 and how he used to say to his children: 
 
 "That man may last but never lives 
 Who much receives and nothing gives; 
 Whom none can love, and none can thank, 
 Creation 's blot creation 's blank. ' ' 
 
 Deacon Tolman is characterized as "a man of 
 piety, parts, and worth. ' '
 
 July 13. 
 
 MES. MILLS often said to me: 
 "A good 
 mother and a good daughter," and "You 
 always think of something different and something 
 nice. ' ' 
 
 When the Susan Lincoln Mills Auxiliary to the 
 Spanish-American War Veterans was organized, she 
 presented the Association with a Bible, and gave a 
 gavel made of rose-wood from the Banksia bush of 
 Eose Porch, Mills College. 
 
 "You need a flag," she said, "but if each one 
 of the members will give toward it, I will make 
 up the lack. That which we help to acquire we ap- 
 preciate more." 
 
 Mrs. Mills doubled the amount contributed, and 
 a beautiful silk flag was purchased, the writer hav- 
 ing had the honor to be its first custodian. 
 
 Upon receiving a bouquet of red carnations from 
 the Auxiliary, she said: "Such beautiful flowers! 
 And my favorite color; it is always so bright and 
 cheery!" 
 
 "You and I shall not live to see it, but the day 
 will come when Mills College will be everywhere 
 acknowledged as standing in the first rank of insti- 
 tutions for the higher education of women. I am 
 the son of a prophet, and just a little bit of a 
 prophet myself." 
 
 (For another birthday of July 13, see July 11)
 
 July 14. 
 
 ALTHOUGH I cannot do her justice, it is a 
 pleasure and a privilege to contribute a page 
 to this tribute to Mrs. Mills. 
 
 My earliest recollections of Mrs. Mills came from 
 my mother and father. Through my mother, from 
 Mrs. Mills' association with Mt- Holyoke College, 
 Massachusetts. Through my father, who went out 
 to Madras, India, as a foreign missionary. During 
 his eight years sojourn in Madras, Dr. and Mrs. 
 Mills came there as missionaries and stopped at my 
 father's home six months. 
 
 Years later, when as a young girl I was about to 
 enter the Seminary, Mrs. Mills took possession of 
 my hands with the little reassuring motherly touch 
 so characteristic of her, and the words, "My 
 child." It made a very strong impression upon me. 
 "My child" was one of her favorite terms of 
 address, and fully expressed her motherly interest 
 and kindly thought so helpful to girls away from 
 home. 
 
 When our class was to graduate, Mrs. Mills pre- 
 sented us each with a small leather-bound birth- 
 day book containing Scripture verses for the days 
 of the year. 
 
 On the title page of mine are the words in 
 Mrs. Mills ' handwriting, ' ' With love of S. L. Mills, 
 May 25, 1887. Phil. 1:27." The reference reads: 
 "Only let your conversation be as it becometh 
 the Gospel of Christ, that whether I come and see 
 you or else be absent, I may hear of your affairs 
 that ye stand fast in one spirit, striving together 
 for the faith of the Gospel." 
 
 This is but a feeble tribute to Mrs. Mills. A 
 noble woman! A devoted Christian! Her won- 
 derful personality, quiet force, grim determination, 
 untiring zeal and enthusiasm, and fervent Christian 
 spirit still live and are ever present in the silent 
 influence that is and always will be at Mills College. 
 For Mrs. Mills, dear teacher, friend, 
 This humble tribute do I send; 
 Her Christian faith, her spirit mild, 
 Her gentle touch with words ' ' My child, ' ' 
 In memories' chain will ever be, 
 For all time and eternity.
 
 July 15. 
 
 661 WILL lift up mine eyes, unto the hills from 
 whence cometh my help? My help cometh 
 from the Lord," was my favorite Bible verse 
 as Mrs. Mills gave it. She always read the first 
 part as a question and said it should have been so 
 punctuated in the text. "For," said she, "in India, 
 the heathen looked to the hills where were stationed 
 idols innumerable, and in their ignorance and 
 idolatry expected help therefrom. What a blessing 
 to lead them to look to the living God who made 
 heaven and earth!" 
 
 "Never shirk your duty"; "Always strive for 
 the best"; she used to say in her little talks to 
 her girls. 
 
 Mrs. Mills was very dear to my heart for her 
 great assistance in my education. Her motherly 
 love for me when I entered Mills a child of thirteen, 
 and her good-night kiss so often given, especially 
 during my first month, linger in my memory and 
 will forever. 
 
 Few women, it seems to me, have combined in 
 one person so many graces of character as has this 
 wonderful woman. She stood pre-eminent among 
 the women of California. Pre-eminent not only as 
 an educator and the founder of the first Woman's 
 College on the Pacific Coast, nor for her great ex- 
 executive ability, but for her deeply religious 
 nature. 
 
 Her love and sympathy, expressed for all who 
 came in contact with her, was her greatest gift.
 
 July 16. 
 
 1 CHERISH an unbounded love and respect for 
 Mrs. Mills and for her memory. Although but 
 a child when placed in her charge, I was im- 
 pressed by her zeal and her untiring energy in the 
 performance of her many tasks. She was full of 
 ambition even in her advanced years, and she pos- 
 sessed executive ability of a rare type. She had 
 the peculiar faculty of inspiring in others a deter- 
 mination to succeed in whatever they set out to do, 
 even though confronted with obstacles apparently 
 insurmountable. She was a woman of strong will- 
 power, and was naturally adapted for the great 
 work to which she devoted her life and energies 
 that of moulding and developing young woman- 
 hood. 
 
 Mrs. Mills was always proud of her girls and of 
 their achievements. While she was in a sense a 
 strict disciplinarian, she was ever ready to overlook 
 delinquencies resulting from impulse rather than 
 from premeditation or viciousness, and her great 
 moral influence was invariably reflected in the lives 
 and character of many young women who looked 
 to her for advice and instruction. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' strong personality, combined with 
 her gentle Christian spirit, at all times won for her 
 the admiration, love, and esteem of all with whom 
 she came in contact, whether in educational, social 
 or religious circles. 
 
 Gentle and kind, but firm and determined when 
 the occasion demanded firmness and determination; 
 possessing all the attributes of true womanhood, 
 and a nobility of character always to be remem- 
 bered and admired, Mrs. Mills has found a last- 
 ing abiding place in our hearts and "there she 
 shall remain forever" and her memory is, and ever 
 will be, cherished and revered by her many girls 
 whose lives and characters have been ennobled by 
 her influence.
 
 July 17. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' remarks to one of her Senior classes 
 as the young women were about to graduate. The 
 year is not given on the manuscript, but many will 
 surely recall the event, as they read these four 
 pages. 
 
 IF I am not mistaken, the first diploma given to 
 young women was given by Mary Lyon at Mt. 
 Holyoke, in 1837 or 8. She gave me mine in 
 1845. On it was inscribed these words: 
 
 "Our daughters shall be as corner-stones polished 
 after the similitude of a palace. ' ' Under the words, 
 is the figure of the sculptor who is busy cutting 
 the stone which is designed for a corner-stone. 
 
 The same words were our Mr. Brown's text when 
 he lately spoke to you and other young women. . . . 
 
 I wish to give you for your motto, ' ' Strength and 
 Beauty." 
 
 If I mistake not, that is the sculptor's lesson, 
 and that was the design of Mary Lyon's motto, and 
 though she adopted it long before the Woman's 
 College was considered proper, it was then in her 
 heart and she coveted the very best for the daugh- 
 ters of the land. 
 
 More than once she said to me, "I shall not live 
 to see it, but you will live to see the daughters hav- 
 ing as good a chance as their brothers." I thank 
 God that I have lived to see it, and for you, I covet 
 the highest and the best as truly as she did: 
 Strength and Beauty of Character.
 
 July 18. 
 
 WE want you to be sound to the heart's core; 
 strong enough for the foundation; fitted to 
 be corner-stones in homes and in the com- 
 munities; true and reliable everywhere. 
 
 The idea of strength is simple, and so is that of 
 beauty, and yet strength and beauty are combined 
 in nature: The mountain and the green valley; 
 the rainbow overhanging the precipice; and the 
 gnarled oak with its coronel of beauty showing 
 that the two may be akin to each other. And so, 
 while I hope you will go out from us strong in 
 character, yet I hope this character will ever be a 
 beautiful one. 
 
 It is not physical beauty that I am desiring for 
 you, but the highest moral beauty; that which shall 
 render you only a little lower than the angels, and 
 crowned with glory and honor. 
 
 We have tried to lay good foundations; to teach 
 you that "the fear of the Lord is the beginning 
 of wisdom." 
 
 Thus you are to grow stronger and more beautiful 
 as you grow in years. 
 
 As Christian women we want you should carry 
 the Christ with you, as the lamp carries the flame 
 and the flower, its perfume.
 
 July 19. 
 
 THIS corner-stone is not only to be built into the 
 structure, but it is to be polished after the 
 similitude of a palace, and so are you to serve 
 a most useful purpose and to do it in such a way 
 that you will be a blessing to all about you. 
 
 I want you to be true, good, winsome women. 
 
 Your position may be lowly as the corner-stone, 
 almost out of sight, yet you may do your part in 
 building upon this foundation so that, as the struc- 
 ture grows, even the angels may rejoice in it. 
 
 But if this is so, there must be a will directed 
 by an enlightened conscience; the affections must 
 be properly controlled. 
 
 This beauty is not earthly beauty. As the beauty 
 of the cheek of health is due to the active heart 
 within, so the beauty of character must be due to 
 the central principle within; the principle of love 
 which makes us more and more like Him who 
 pleased not Himself. 
 
 Fearless, sweet, considerate, and welcome every- 
 where, opportunities will not be wanting in which, 
 as Christian women you can show your colors.
 
 PRESIDENT MILLS- COMMENCEMENT DAY
 
 July 20. 
 
 WE live in a day and in a State where the 
 beautiful Sabbath, once so honored and 
 dear, is so generally profaned. As Christian 
 women, firmly and quietly, make it known that you 
 remember and desire to honor the Lord's Day. 
 
 Be a purifying source in society; stand for the 
 right, the pure, and the true. 
 
 But you are to remember that the strength and 
 beauty that can do this, are not those of nature. 
 The strength is the strength of faith, and the beauty 
 is the beauty of holiness. This combination of 
 strength and beauty, you may all reach; every one 
 of you. 
 
 Other strength will decay, other beauty will fade, 
 but this strength will only grow stronger and this 
 beauty more attractive as time shall roll on. 
 
 "They that wait on the Lord shall renew their 
 strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; 
 they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk 
 and not faint"; and, "the beauty of the Lord their 
 God shall be upon them." 
 
 This is the Strength, and this the Beauty, I de- 
 sire for you. In your characters, may they be 
 blended, and in all the pilgrimage of life that is 
 now before you, may you be guided with strength 
 from on high, and may the beauty of the Lord 
 your God be upon you.
 
 July 21. 
 
 MILLS COLLEGE is very near my heart. And 
 dear Mrs. Mills! her memory or rather the 
 memory of her noble life and wonderful 
 personality will never leave me. 
 
 As I think of it now, she had so many gifts that 
 it is not easy to place the emphasis on a few. 
 
 To me, her sweet spirit of sympathy was very 
 beautiful. Her heart was open and her hand out- 
 stretched to anyone in need, be that need a physical 
 or a moral one. 
 
 A little child told me, a few days ago, a good 
 meaning of forgiveness: "To forget all about it 
 and love me just the same." It seems to me that 
 Mrs. Mills had much of this spirit. 
 
 The trouble with most of us, dear friend, is that 
 we don't "forget all about it," and isn't that just 
 what we should do?
 
 July 22. 
 
 r THHE Mills hospitality caught the spirit from 
 ita founder, and how hospitable she was! 
 Every one was welcome and truly so. 
 
 I could write on and on, of so many things; her 
 pleasure in hearing good news of her girls, and her 
 joy in their success and happiness. 
 
 These are evidences of a great soul. 
 
 "When peace and joy are in the Lord, outward 
 conditions are powerless to permanently injure. 
 
 It is clever to bury an old animosity, but not just 
 the thing to put a tombstone over it. 
 
 Hath any one wronged theef Be bravely re- 
 venged. 
 
 By neglecting and slighting it, the work is begun. 
 
 Forgive and absolve it, and it is finished. 
 
 He is below himself who is not above an injury." 
 
 Yours is the rare privilege of seeing in this 
 world, the large and splendid fruition of a long life 
 
 nobly given to the highest ends 
 
 Henry Hopkins, Williams College. 
 
 We are not seeking to "do you honor"; you your- 
 self have "done" that. It is for us to honor our- 
 selves in telling you in these simple ways somewhat 
 of the respect and affection you have won. . . . 
 Your life is an inspiration to all who know you. 
 George A. Gates, President Pomona College.
 
 July 23. 
 
 IN May, 1909, Mrs. Mills resigned the Presidency 
 of Mills College, which position she had held so 
 long and ably, in favor of Dr. Luella Clay 
 Carson, Dean of Women and Professor of Literature 
 at the State University at Eugene, Oregon. 
 
 The honorary title of President Emeritus was 
 bestowed upon Mrs. Susan Lincoln Mills. December 
 10, 1909. 
 
 The name of Mrs. Mills was unanimously voted 
 to a leading place on the Honorary Eoll of the 
 Native Daughters of the Golden West. 
 
 On this roll are placed, by election, the names 
 of those fine woman, -not native to California, who 
 have achieved much in behalf of this wonderful 
 State. 
 
 Mrs. Mills was the first woman in California to 
 be enrolled in the Carnegie Pension Fund fellow- 
 ship. 
 
 Mt. Holyoke, her Alma Mater, some years ago 
 conferred upon Mrs. Mills the degree of Doctor of 
 Literature. She was the first to receive this degree 
 of honor from Mt. Holyoke. 
 
 On her eighty-seventh birthday, she received a 
 birthday greeting in the form of a telegram, which 
 conveyed the further message that the California 
 Branch of Collegiate Alumnae had elected her an 
 honorary member of their Association.
 
 July 24. 
 
 AMONG the things at Mills College which par- 
 ticularly interested me, is Mrs. Mills' large 
 collection of tea-pots. There is such a va- 
 riety, and some of them have such strange histories. 
 
 Mrs. Mills called the collection of tea-pots "her 
 one fad. ' ' It was a delightful one for the Alumnae, 
 too, for whenever we took a short trip anywhere 
 or any of the girls went to Europe or elsewhere 
 abroad, it was a pleasure to look for a small tea-pot 
 to bring back to Mrs. Mills, and a real joy to her 
 to receive it. 
 
 She expected to stop collecting when she received 
 the two hundredth, but the collection now numbers 
 eight hundred. 
 
 While working in the studio with Mrs. Julia 
 Mann, I borrowed some of these precious tea-pots, 
 and drew them in charcoal and then made a pen- 
 and-ink sketch. 
 
 Some of her Virginia creeper vine arranged about 
 the tea-pots made a very effective study; the idea 
 pleased Mrs. Mills exceedingly. 
 
 How proud she was of the beautiful Eose Porch, 
 and how she enjoyed showing it to Easterners! It 
 was always so wonderful to these visitors. 
 
 "No loud voices, girls"; "Young ladies, you 
 should be in a horizontal position when the lights 
 go out." "Be dutiful daughters always. You owe 
 much to your parents. Show them you appreciate 
 your opportunities." 
 
 How she inculcated the sense of "honor"! We 
 girls must be trust-worthy; we must, above all 
 things, be reliable in whatever we undertook. Those 
 splendid qualities she almost drilled into us, and, oh, 
 how much they mean to us now and will forever!
 
 July 25. 
 
 SARAH HOWE TOLMAX. 
 
 Born 1753; died 1822. 
 Mrs. Mills' Paternal Grandmother. 
 
 He that keepeth his commandments dwelleth in him, 
 and he in him. And hereby we know that he abideth in 
 us, by the Spirit which he hath given us. I. John 3 :24. 
 
 I was a student at Mills, I was par- 
 tieularly impressed with Mrs. Mills' earnest 
 endeavor to hold before her pupils the 
 
 thought of the Home. Her girls were taught to 
 
 value home-life and be home-makers. 
 
 Mrs. Mills had the happy faculty of remembering 
 those who had attended Mills College, and of keep- 
 ing in touch with them, no matter how many years 
 had passed; and her great interest in her young peo- 
 ple and in her College, helped to keep her young. 
 
 Somehow one never thought of Mrs. Mills as being 
 nearly so old as her years would denote. 
 
 Only a few years before she passed away, she 
 said to me, "I will die young, for I keep myself 
 young. ' '
 
 July 26. 
 
 IN the early '60s in Benicia, when Mrs. Mills 
 delivered an address on India and her exper- 
 iences there, I thought, What a wonderful 
 woman to have traveled such an inconceivable dis- 
 tance. 
 
 She showed us a tiny pair of shoes worn by some 
 native, also a sort of robe, and we little girls were 
 simply awed by what she showed and told us. 
 
 Mrs. Mills: truly a remarkable woman! Child- 
 less yet mother to hundreds of girls, and just as 
 really so as if they had been born to her. Her 
 great heart held them all close, and the ear of her 
 soul was ever listening for messages from those 
 so dear to her. 
 
 A decade might intervene between visits to the 
 old home (the Alma Mater), as it did once in my 
 own case, and yet the dear little lady could call 
 me by my school-girl name, and by my husband's 
 name, too, and was just as much interested in my 
 interests as she might be had I made weekly visits 
 to her; and it was just the same with all her girls. 
 Indeed, the close knowledge she had of the hun- 
 dreds scattered over the whole earth was one of 
 her most wonderful traits. 
 
 Let anything come into the life of any one of 
 us, and that one would, immediately upon knowl- 
 edge of it reaching Mrs. Mills, receive her word of 
 blessing or of sympathy, and a prayer for God's 
 guidance for her and hers. 
 
 Her faith in God was as strong as Gibraltar. 
 Nothing could shake it. She looked to Him for 
 strength and direction all through her busy life, 
 and, who can say that it ever failed her? 
 
 Surely, the hand of God was with her as she 
 laid one block upon another until a College for the 
 young women of the Pacific Coast was builded 
 strong and sure. A monument to a noble woman 
 who had the blessing of beholding with mortal eyes 
 the accomplishment of what she and her husband 
 had planned. She once told our class that her 
 favorite Bible passage was Philippians 4:6.
 
 July 27. 
 
 WHEN I WAS A GIRL AT MILLS. 
 
 "When I was a girl at Mills!" 
 How strongly memory thrills 
 
 The cords of my heart 
 
 As I think of the part 
 Of my life that was spent at Mills. 
 
 When I was a girl at Mills, 
 It cuddled among bare hills, 
 
 Scarce a tree to be seen 
 
 Just a lawn between 
 Those two little babbling rills. 
 
 Now a forest of beautiful trees 
 Covers the hillsides and leas; 
 
 There are paths to explore, 
 
 And gardens galore 
 Where one may wander at ease. 
 
 When I was a girl at Mills, 
 The clambering rose that fills 
 
 Its whole front face, 
 
 Filled no such place 
 When I was a girl at Mills. 
 
 Now clambering so very high 
 It almost touches the sky, 
 
 And veils the wall 
 
 Of old Mills Hall 
 With a glory for every eye. 
 
 When I was a girl at Mills, 
 One roof covered all the ills 
 
 As well as the good 
 
 Of the girlish brood, 
 When I was a girl at Mills. 
 
 Now buildings are every where, 
 They gleam in the shadowy air, 
 
 With Halls, and Towers 
 
 That chime the hours 
 A lingering music there.
 
 July 28. 
 
 When I was a girl at Mills, 
 
 It was just a school in the hills, 
 
 Where big girls, a few, 
 
 And little girls, too, 
 All studied together at Mills. 
 
 Now its standard has risen so fast 
 It's wholly a college at last; 
 
 Nothing less than A. B. 
 
 And a Master's Degree! 
 The Seminary time has past! 
 
 When I was a girl at Mills, 
 
 A presence was there, which fills 
 
 My eyelids with tears 
 
 As I think of the years 
 When I knew and revered Mr. Mills. 
 
 How blessed his memory seems! 
 Now realized are his dreams, 
 
 For to them his wife 
 
 Devoted her life, 
 Completing his generous schemes. 
 
 So dearly belov'd Mrs. Mills 
 Today with happiness thrills; 
 
 Her work is complete 
 
 For here at her feet 
 Stands a College for Women at Mills. 
 
 May the College now prosper at Mills, 
 And grow with the need that it fills, 
 
 Till girls, far and wide, 
 
 Shall utter with pride 
 "When I was a girl at Mills!" 
 
 FANNIE ROUSE CARPENTER, '73. 
 
 Bead by Daisy Kimball Adams, 
 Founder's Day, May 4, 1911.
 
 July 29. 
 
 IT is repeatedly brought to my thought so strongly, 
 the deep interest of Mrs. Mills in her girls at 
 all times. Especially, do I always recall her 
 ever-ready sympathy and interest in every detail. 
 I can truly say that one of the greatest blessings 
 in my life has been my friendship with Mrs. Mills. 
 
 After I was graduated, from the Department of 
 Home Economics in May, 1910, it was my privilege 
 to remain at the College a month, in order to pre- 
 pare a course in my work, to be given in San 
 Francisco that July. During that time, I had many 
 delightful and intimate visits with Mrs. Mills. 
 She told me so much of her parents, of Mr. Mills, 
 and of her Mt. Holyoke days. I cherish as one of 
 my sweetest memories that in those weeks she often 
 said to me: "You seem, child, just like a daugh- 
 ter to me." The secret of her power, to me, was 
 the great trust she placed in one's ability. After 
 she had written me a beautiful note of recommen- 
 dation for teaching, I just was filled with inspira- 
 tion, and knew I could not fail to make my work 
 worth while because of her implicit faith in me. 
 
 Her little talks at evening prayers before we 
 gave a "Prom," were so clever especially her ad- 
 vice on our dress, etiquette, modesty, and conduct 
 generally, with the young men. 
 
 Her evening prayers were the finest I have ever 
 heard. How we girls marvelled at her Bible quo- 
 tations which were so fluent. In every letter she 
 wrote me, there is some reference to her wonderful 
 trust in the Divine Guidance and Direction.
 
 July 30. 
 
 TO show Mrs. Mills' personal care for her girls, 
 I recall a very humorous incident: 
 
 Emma C and I had worked all day in 
 
 our gym suits decorating Lisser Hall for a Delta 
 dance, and not being through when the dinner-bell 
 rang, we worked on, for the dance was that evening. 
 We had to get it done and get dressed for the 
 party, dinner or no dinner. 
 
 After our task was completed, we hurried through 
 the kitchen yard and asked Wo for a piece of bread 
 and butter. The Chinese boys told us to sit down 
 on the back porch. 
 
 There happened to be a dinner party in the 
 small dining-room, and we were fed very generously 
 of the good things that were left. 
 
 Meanwhile, Mrs. Mills missed us and had sent 
 for us, fearing we had worked too hard and would 
 go to the dance hungry. 
 
 When we said we were not hungry, she said, "My 
 dears, you can surely eat a little soup," and then 
 told Yang to bring us some. She stayed with us, 
 visiting, so we had to eat. We didn't say any- 
 thing for fear of getting the Chinese boys into 
 trouble, but I can tell you that Yang's face was 
 a study when he saw us begin to eat "all over 
 again. ' '
 
 July 31. 
 
 MY first acquaintance with my old and esteemed 
 friends, Mr. and Mrs. Mills, began in 1867, 
 over forty-eight years ago, when I placed 
 my little daughter, Katie, in their care. 
 
 The school was then in Benicia. As I placed the 
 tuition fee for the first quarter (four gold twenties) 
 on the table, I said: "Dr. Mills, this is the begin- 
 ning of a long and expensive course. My one wish 
 is that you make my daughter a good Christian 
 woman; all the rest I leave with you, as I expect 
 to leave her with you (God being willing) until her 
 education is complete. ' ' He took my hand and 
 said: "I will." And well he kept his promise. 
 
 I believe Heaven has no brighter angel than this 
 "little Kitty," as she was called at the school. 
 
 To Dr. and Mrs. Mills I am greatly indebted. 
 There are things in one's life for which money 
 cannot pay. Katie was with them ten years, gradu- 
 ating in the class with Emma Wixom "Nevada," 
 Lillian Mygatt Sharon, Emma Garretson, and others 
 now well known; and splendid women all. 
 
 After the novelty of the school wore off, she 
 became very homesick. Mrs. Mills would coax her 
 with candy or fruit, and in many ways try to 
 reconcile her, all to no avail. Then with her kind 
 heart, suggested that I take Katie home for awhile. 
 Incensed at the idea, I replied: "Do you wish me 
 to spoil my child? Her father would be fearfully 
 angry if I took her home" I stamped my foot as 
 I spoke, and to my surprise, Mrs. Mills laughed, 
 then said: "You are one mother in a thousand." 
 
 Many mothers may wonder at our sending our 
 little girl away so young. It was not altogether for 
 her education, for she was at the time a very good 
 scholar for her age, but it was that she might be 
 surrounded by refining influences. Living on a large 
 ranch, we had to employ a good deal of help, many 
 of whom were not very choice in their language, 
 and I believe that we form our characters before 
 we are twelve years of age. 
 
 And now, Dr. and Mrs. Mills have her again, 
 while her body rests at Evergreen not far from 
 Sunnyside, and within sound of the beautiful 
 chimes of the school home she loved so well.
 
 M 
 
 BS. MILLS was interested in all the sensible, 
 progressive movements of the times, and 
 was identified with those really helpful. 
 
 She was a member of various associations, socie- 
 ties and clubs, among them 
 
 The National Geographical Society. 
 
 The National Educational Association. 
 
 Forum Club, San Francisco. 
 
 California Club, San Francisco. 
 
 Sorosis Club, San Francisco. 
 
 Sequoia Chapter, D. A. E. (Past Regent). 
 
 Town and Gown Club, Berkeley. (Honorary). 
 
 Susan Lincoln Mills' Auxiliary of Joseph McCort 
 Camp, U. S. W. V., Berkeley, named in her honor. 
 (Honorary). 
 
 Mills Club. (Honorary). 
 
 Pacific Coast Woman's Press Association. (Hon- 
 orary). 
 
 Oakland Ebell. 
 
 Home Club of Oakland. 
 
 California Branch of Associated Collegiate 
 Alumnae. (Honorary). 
 
 Woman's Occidental Board Foreign Missions 
 (Life Member), and other Missionary Associations. 
 
 President of the Tolman Band of Mills College 
 for over thirty-five years.
 
 August 1. 
 
 The School was removed to Seminary Park, 1871. 
 From a newspaper, printed in 1871. 
 
 IT was meet and fitting, that Mr. and Mrs. Mills 
 with their large knowledge and long experience 
 extending over twenty years of educational ef- 
 fort, and whose skill and adaptiveness have been 
 witnessed to by a brilliant and uniform success 
 should crown their life-work by establishing a 
 permanent and suitable institution for that style 
 of education of women for which they have done 
 so much. 
 
 It was the prompting of a large benevolence, 
 rising far above mere personal or pecuniary con- 
 siderations, and taking in view the highest good of 
 this growing State, that led to the conception of 
 this enterprise, now about completed. 
 
 And it has been nobly seconded by the friends 
 of education on this coast, who insisted, too, that 
 the new school should bear the name of its founders 
 whose energy and foresight have transplanted the 
 work to the new and commodious location at Sem- 
 inary Park, Brooklyn. 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. Mills objected to their name being 
 attached to that of the new school, and with becom- 
 ing modestly chose Alderwood instead, suggested by 
 the beautiful alder trees along the banks of the 
 nearby stream. These friends, however, insisted 
 upon Mills Seminary, so Mills Seminary it is called, 
 and as such it will be known.
 
 August 2. 
 
 HEE desire for her girls to be good home-makers 
 was ever portrayed in her ideals for womanly 
 Christian women. The grief of her life, she 
 told me, was that she had never been a mother, and 
 tho I reminded her how much of a mother she had 
 been to me and to thousands of others, she said, 
 looking fondly at my little son: "I am so glad 
 you have this fine little boy," and turning to him 
 and laying her hand upon his head, she asked 
 heaven's blessing upon him. 
 
 These references are to favorite Scripture pass- 
 ages, loved all my life thro' Mrs. Mills' frequent 
 use, teaching, and application to our school and 
 home problems, in fact, to everything concerning 
 life: 
 
 Proverbs: 1:7 3:5-6 4:17-18 8:11 
 
 20:1 21:9 22:1 31:10-31 
 
 Verses 25-31 of Proverbs 31 are especially appro- 
 priate to Mrs. Mills. 
 
 The Book of Psalms was her favorite book of the 
 Bible, the 91st her favorite Psalm. 
 
 Psalms, Chapters 1, 8, 23, 24, 25, 91, 42, 43, 103, 
 121, 139; 27: 14; 19: 1, 2, 7, 13, 14; 46: 1, 2; 51: 10, 
 11,15. 
 
 Isaiah 40, 55, 58: 13, 14; 60: 1. 
 
 For New Testament references see October 30.
 
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 August 3. 
 
 Toast: to 
 
 "Mrs. Mills" 
 
 on her 84th Birthday. 
 
 HEEE is a chapter in that old volume dear to 
 us, which, before all others, comes to mind 
 in thinking of her whom we honor today. 
 
 It is the chapter for those to whom God has given 
 great mother hearts, yet denied the gift of children. 
 
 It does not speak of comfort for wordless human 
 pain. It is something Diviner than that. Its 
 message is for the soul that can forget itself and 
 its human longing, and enter into the larger purpose 
 of God for its life. 
 
 Therefore, it is a chapter of joy and of vision. 
 
 "Sing, oh, thou desolate heart! 
 Break forth into singing and cry aloud, 
 For more shall be thy children 
 Than of the mother beside thee, 
 Saith Jehovah. 
 
 "Enlarge the place of thy tent, and let them 
 stretch forth the curtains of thy habi 
 tation. 
 Spare not! Lengthen thy cords, 
 
 Strengthen thy stakes, 
 
 For thou shalt overflow upon the right hand and 
 upon the left."
 
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 August 4. 
 
 OW "large" has the place of thy habitation 
 been made, dear Mrs. Mills! 
 
 Sons from the Islands of the sea, 
 
 Daughters from this wide western coast 
 
 Not one family, but many, 
 
 Not one generation of daughters 
 
 But two score generations, with their 
 
 Children and grand-children, 
 
 To fill your heart with rejoicing, today. 
 
 It has been a "motherhood" so abundant that 
 only the eternal years will reveal all its blessed- 
 ness. 
 
 I doubt not these anniversary days are times of 
 recollection for our beloved and honored mother, 
 wherein memory goes gleaning thro' the harvested 
 fields of the past. 
 
 It is sixty years since the active years of her 
 busy life began; forty-five since she came to this 
 coast; twenty-five since she was left to bear alone 
 the heavy burden of care, responsibility, and lead- 
 ership that devolved upon her. 
 
 Perhaps she feels that she alone knows the true 
 utory of these years. And no one can know as she 
 does the heart loneliness, the frequent discourage- 
 ment, the financial care, the brave courage needed, 
 the victories and the joy. 
 
 These are her sacred possession. 
 
 (Taken to August 9)
 
 August 5. 
 
 ' Were there nothing else 
 
 For which to praise the Heavens but only love, 
 That only love were cause enough to praise. ' ' 
 
 Be kindly affeetioned one to another with brotherly love; 
 in honor preferring one another. Romans 12:10. 
 
 ER acquaintance with the Scriptures always 
 enabled Mrs. Mills to give the word in sea- 
 son. 
 
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 What simplicity and deep wisdom in the utter- 
 ances, and how beautiful the qualities of gentleness, 
 kindness, and charity! 
 
 The tenderness of her great motherly heart will 
 live forever in the hearts of the girls in the count- 
 less homes where her influence has been felt, thus 
 making womanhood sweeter. 
 
 She was always the gracious mother to her girls, 
 and though widely scattered over the United States, 
 every day we yet think of the old home, made for- 
 ever dear to us by the loving ministrations of her 
 who has gone to her heavenly home.
 
 August 6. 
 
 ONE of the greatest lessons I learned from 
 Mrs. Mills was the value of education. Over 
 and over again, she said that the real value 
 of our education was to make us appreciate oppor- 
 tunities, and to take advantage of them. She would 
 tell us how grateful she had been for having been 
 able to recognize events that had come into her 
 life as "opportunities," and to appreciate their 
 value. This lesson comes to me many times. 
 
 Oh! her wonderful endurance! Do you remember 
 the day Mr. Burbank visited the College! Mrs. Mills 
 had taken him all over the grounds, at least he 
 thought she had when he came into the Faculty 
 Boom with a look of despair on his face; and he 
 said, "I've been following Mrs. Mills all morning. 
 We've been from one end of the grounds to the 
 other, and I 'm so tired I don 't know what to do. ' ' 
 Just then Mrs. Mills appeared at the door with her 
 little scarf over her head, and said there was some- 
 thing she had forgotten to show him. If I remem- 
 ber rightly, he went. She was never tired. 
 
 Her lovely sense of humor! I never expect to 
 meet any one who can even compare with her in this 
 respect. Those dark, gloomy winter afternoons at 
 "five o'clock tea," when some of us Freshmen at 
 least weren 't feeling too happy, we saw the real 
 Mrs. Mills. Perhaps it was some choice article 
 from the unmarked clothes, to be indentified what- 
 ever it was, just a word and a side-long look at the 
 garment held up for inspection, and that great room 
 full of girls was in peals of laughter every one 
 sitting on the edge of her chair, that she might not 
 miss a word. Then, just a tap of the bell, and a 
 straightening of Mrs. Mills' shoulders; we knew 
 the bounds and were quiet at once. 
 
 (See August 28)
 
 August 7. 
 
 SHE was always so unaffected and so lovable. 
 On one occasion she attended a luncheon 
 at my home when some teaspoons had to be 
 washed for the last course. 
 
 After a few days, I received from Shreve's two 
 solid silver teaspoons marked, one for me and one 
 for ' my dear husband. ' They were from Mrs. Mills. 
 
 Mrs. Mills often expressed appreciation of the 
 early training she had received as to her attitude 
 toward the Sabbath. 
 
 It pained her to have her girls study or be unduly 
 noisy on Sunday. 
 
 She greatly enjoyed seeing the girls on the green 
 lawn Sunday afternoons, and had the gardener re- 
 frain from watering it on Saturdays that the grass 
 might not be damp. 
 
 She had us memorize and often repeat this selec- 
 tion from Isaiah: 
 
 If thou turn away thy foot from the Sabbath, from 
 doing thy pleasure on my holy day; and call the Sabbath 
 a delight, the holy of the Lord, honorable ; and shalt honour 
 him, not doing thine own ways, nor finding thine own 
 pleasure, nor speaking thine own words; 
 
 Then shalt thou delight thyself in the Lord; and I will 
 cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth, and 
 feed thee with the heritage of Jacob thy father; for the 
 mouth of the Lord hath spoken it. Isaiah 58:13, 14.
 
 August 8. 
 
 DEAE Mrs. Mills! I shall always think of her 
 as a mother to us all. Her wonderful char- 
 acter and influence are impressed upon our 
 minds forever. 
 
 Words fail to express my appreciation that I was 
 privileged to spend so many years with her. 
 
 Our loss in having Mrs. Mills no longer with us 
 is personally felt by the multitude of girls who 
 have gone out from Mills College for, "to know her 
 was to love her." 
 
 The world is greatly indebted to her untiring 
 efforts to make it better. 
 
 A great character, the power and force of whose 
 personality not only impressed itself upon all who 
 were privileged to be under its influence, but con- 
 tinually urged them to higher and better things. 
 
 Mrs. Mills made us strong women.
 
 August 9. 
 
 "A Toast" to Mrs. Mills. 
 (From August 4) 
 
 YET there is a true part of every life-story 
 which is in the keeping of others. 
 
 As we go out to those about us in love, in 
 service, in sympathy, in prayer our life passes 
 into their lives in ways of which we have here 
 little knowledge, hidden as it is by the veil of the 
 flesh. 
 
 It is the marvel of marvels, this larger life of 
 each one of us, this life-in-other-lives. 
 
 There is no one of us here today who does not 
 have in her keeping some real part of Mrs. Mills' 
 life some memory of counsel and admonition that 
 bore fruit of wisdom in us; some gratitude for great 
 kindness that has begotten thoughtfulness toward 
 others; some impulse toward faithfulness in little 
 things, some heightened sense of the responsibility 
 we hold in these lives of ours. 
 
 We would unite today, dear Mrs. Mills, to bring, 
 one after another, our grateful testimony to the 
 hidden beauty and graciousness of this your "life 
 within-our-lives," your memory in our hearts. 
 
 I am more and more sure that the richest part 
 of any life is not what we call its "work," its 
 "achievement," great as these may be; but rather 
 its long, varied, complex, beautiful human relation- 
 ship which is part of the eternal life and so abides.
 
 August 10. 
 
 WHILE thus we are speaking from the heart 
 of our daughterly feeling, of our grateful 
 memories we do not forget today how full 
 of achievement and honor Mrs. Mills' life has been. 
 
 She has seen the school she loved grown to full 
 College stature, forwarding its advancement with 
 liberality of sympathy. Her able financial admin- 
 istration of its resources has been rewarded by gifts 
 from members of its Board of Trustees and others, 
 so that its endowment now reaches half a million, 
 no small part of which is derived from the fortune 
 of Dr. and Mrs. Mills. 
 
 The College has met with recognition from col- 
 leges and universities. The degree of Doctor of 
 Laws has been bestowed upon Mrs. Mills a degree 
 borne by less than a score of women. These are 
 some of the honors of which we are proud today. 
 
 My thoughts go back to the chapter with which 
 I began: 
 
 "Behold I will lay thy foundations in fair colors, 
 I will make thy windows of rubies, 
 
 Thy gates of carbuncles, 
 
 All thy borders of precious stones, 
 And great shall be the peace of thy children." 
 
 "Windows of rubies"! "gates of carbuncles"! 
 every prospect fair and beautiful with color. 
 
 Can we not see in these glowing jewels of Orien- 
 tal imagery, the very glory of her westering skyt
 
 August 11. 
 
 ONE source of her strength was her indomitable 
 optimism. The women who worked with her 
 felt its contagion, and were grateful for its 
 support. It kept the atmosphere of the College 
 healthful. 
 
 It was a piece of high praise when she said, one 
 day to a young faculty member: "I thank you 
 for your cheerfulness." 
 
 When speaking of Mrs. Mills' enthusiasm and 
 the spirit in which she entered into the College life, 
 her girls of '03 used to love to tell the story of a 
 basketball game, played on the Berkeley field 
 between the Mills and Berkeley teams. Those ac- 
 companying the contestants had been admonished 
 by Mrs. Mills to conduct themselves in a dignified, 
 lady-like manner during the game. 
 
 The teams were well matched, and the game was 
 sharply contested from start to finish. Both sides 
 seemed to feel that much was at stake. 
 
 There was some exceptionally fine team work 
 done by Mills. Misses Gardiner and Makee, centers, 
 made brilliant plays, and the work of Miss Costa, 
 basket, and the defense of Misses Holmes and 
 Dowsett did Mills credit. 
 
 Horns blew, bells rang at every possible excuse. 
 
 . . . Excitement was riot! Suddenly, as the 
 whistle blew announcing the close of the game and 
 the victory for Mills, Mrs. Mills sprang to her feet, 
 fairly ran out on the field, embraced the Mills cap- 
 tain, and taking the dusty ball out of the captain's 
 hands, Mrs. Mills carried it across the field herself, 
 as she escorted the victorious captain back to the 
 waiting girls. 
 
 The victory was a big one, meaning the cham- 
 pionship of the Western League, a silver cup, and 
 a new basketball. Mrs. Mills was 77 at the time 
 of this game.
 
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 August 12. 
 
 S I was a student at Mills only one year, I do 
 not feel that I knew Mrs. Mills as well as 
 some of the girls who were there longer. 
 
 But I kept a diary all the time I was there, and 
 have selected a couple of extracts from it for your 
 Year Book. 
 
 It is, indeed, a pleasure to contribute even this 
 small amount toward a book that is prepared in 
 her memory. 
 
 Extracts from my diary: 
 Had breakfast in bed. 
 
 Mrs. Mills came in to see what was the matter, 
 and when I told her that I had a "terrible cold," 
 she said: 
 
 "It isn't terrible; it isn't like an avalanche." 
 
 Esther and I had one of those forbidden candles 
 lighted, after the lights had gone out, and Mrs. Mills 
 came into our corridor. 
 
 Of course she saw it, and came into the room. 
 "What are you doing with that light?" We both 
 stammered, and did not answer. "What would 
 the Insurance man sayf " 
 
 Dear, funny Mrs. Mills, how we all love her even 
 when she scolds us!
 
 August 13. 
 
 TO attempt to express fully what a helpful factor 
 Mrs. Mills has been in my life would be an 
 utter impossibility. Memories of her and of 
 her teachings are among my dearest possessions, 
 something of which neither the greatest riches nor 
 the meanest poverty can ever rob me. 
 
 She was one of the most noble, lovable charac- 
 ters I have ever known, or ever expect to know 
 a wonderful woman; and every day I am more 
 thankful that I had the privilege of spending four 
 years at Mills while she was there. 
 
 Her understanding of human nature was remark- 
 able; no matter what the trouble, she was able to 
 comfort and cheer those about her. Her optimism, 
 her kindly humor, her tact, her wisdom, her broad- 
 minded teachings, her Christian spirit with which 
 so many lives came in contact, made her dearly 
 beloved and her influence widespread. No one ever 
 knew her, but that their lives were sweetened and 
 inspired to higher ideals. 
 
 Her life was devoted to bringing young girls up 
 to magnificent womanhood. She loved her work, 
 and loved to tell about her many girls scattered 
 through all the countries of the world where, she 
 was certain, they were leading helpful Christian 
 lives and were a credit to her teachings and their 
 College.
 
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 August 14. 
 
 THE SEA. 
 
 THE broad blue sea, 
 It has charms for me; 
 For I love to stand 
 On its rim of sand, 
 
 And look far off where its great waves rise, 
 As if they were mounting up into the skies; 
 Then see them break into foamy spray, 
 Leaving patches of snow as they melt away. 
 
 O the broad blue aea, 
 It has charms for me; 
 For I love to hear 
 Its music so clear, 
 
 When the thundering bass of its breakers roars, 
 As its billows dash on the rock -bound shores, 
 And the wavelets answer with melody sweet, 
 As they die on the sands that lie at my feet. 
 
 O the broad blue sea, 
 It has charms fo* me; 
 For I love to explore 
 The caves of its shore, 
 
 To gather its mosses and pebbles and shells, 
 To note the rich bower where the fair sea-nymph 
 
 dwells; 
 
 While from each living creature there rises a call 
 To praise the great Giver of life unto all. 
 
 O the broad blue sea, 
 It has charms for me; 
 For I love to dream 
 Of islands that seem 
 
 Like beautiful regions far out in the west, 
 Where frosts never blight, and all nature is bleat; 
 Till I long to set sail, with the red setting sun, 
 And find on their shores a new life begun. 
 
 O the broad blue sea, 
 It has charms for me; 
 For I love to believe 
 That I yet shall perceive 
 New sources of power revealed by its waves, 
 New lessons of wisdom and life in its caves; 
 And the voice of the sea shall grow sweeter each 
 
 day, 
 Till the voices of earth shall all fade away. 
 
 JOSIAH KEEP,
 
 August 15. 
 
 THE original of this letter is kept with a riding- 
 whip sent by the writer to Mrs. Mills during 
 the year before her death. The letter and 
 whip were greatly cherished. How Mrs. Mills' eye 
 would sparkle, and her figure straighten as she 
 read about and recalled the days of her horseback 
 rides. She felt even then as though she could get 
 on a horse and gallop off with the best of riders 
 and it must be a horse of mettle, too! 
 
 Artemisia, 
 231 East Avenue Forty-one, Los Angeles. 
 
 Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 I've been thinking today of how you used to 
 ride horse-back in the days when I first knew 
 "Mills." 
 
 You were so fearless, and you were such a slender 
 little bit of a woman, it was always a wonder to 
 me how you could control the horse that I used to 
 see you on sometimes. I remember looking out of 
 the window one afternoon (there weren't so many 
 trees then to shut off the view of things the girls 
 wanted to see), and there you were with a horse 
 that was plunging in a most spirited and high- 
 strung way; and there sat you . . . just as though 
 you were born to the place having "the time of 
 your life" while he reared and plunged about!
 
 August 16. 
 
 AND then you let him go and it was "Go"! 
 How you did streak it down that road, and 
 left nothing behind but the dust and my 
 sighs of envy! You rode beautifully, and it was 
 always a delight for me to see you on a horse. 
 
 And I've been thinking of my own days in the 
 saddle. Not desert days that came later, when I 
 rode three thousand miles a year, and lived the 
 freest, finest life in the world, and ' ' made up my 
 stories" as I rode . . . but those days that pre- 
 ceded them, when I lived in San Francisco, and 
 used to ride across to the Oakland side, and through 
 the hills that look down on my birthplace. You 
 know, don't you? that I was born just over the hills 
 back of Joaquin Miller's! Two and a half miles 
 from Lafayette, in Moraga Valley ... on the old 
 Moraga rancho. 
 
 Those were dream days, in the saddle, riding at 
 the edge of Lake Chabot, or over the "Jack Hayes 
 road," or along the foothills not so far from the 
 College.
 
 August 17. 
 
 THE long ago, how far away it seems to be! 
 But one thing the years do for us that would 
 have been a wonder to believe then; I used to 
 feel that you were ages older than I when I went 
 there to school. 
 
 Yet today, it seems as though you were almost 
 my contemporary, so many tucks has Time taken 
 in the space between them. 
 
 We are getting older if not so old. For inside, 
 I think you and I feel as young as when we rode 
 to the music of ringing hoofs. How glad I am that 
 auto-abominables hadn't been invented then! 
 Aren't you? 
 
 So my thoughts have been spinning today. Maybe 
 that is why I am sending you the whip (or rather 
 the riding crop) that I used through those days 
 when I knew the Contra Costa hills. Maybe, too, 
 you will like to hang it over your mantel to remem- 
 ber "Idah" by. 
 
 With love, 
 
 Saturday Evening, the Nineteenth Day of July, 
 MCMXI. '
 
 August 18. 
 
 THE DESERT. 
 
 IF you love the Desert and live in it, and lie awake 
 at night under its low-hanging stars, you know 
 you are a part of the pulse-beat of the universe; 
 and you feel the swing of the spheres through space, 
 and you hear through the silence, the voice of God 
 speaking. 
 
 Then you will know that no better thing waits 
 for man in all the world than just this: the close 
 touch of great things; the un-desire of the small, 
 such as the man-crowded places give you and just 
 enough food and shelter to support life, and enough 
 work to fill the measure of one's days. 
 
 You, too, may some day learn the Desert's lure 
 the Desert's charm. Sometime, your destiny may 
 lead you there; and lying awakd in your blankets 
 at night under the purple-black sky that is crowded 
 with palpitating stars, with the warm desert wind 
 blowing softly over you, caressing your face and 
 smoothing your hair as no human hand ever could, 
 and bringing with it the hushed night-sounds that 
 only the land of the greasewood and the sage knows; 
 then all alone there with only God and the Desert 
 you will come to understand the old prospector 
 and his ways; the Bed Man who was there before 
 him; and all who by reason of years of dwelling 
 there, have made it their own. But not now; not 
 till you and the Desert are lovers. 
 
 So I say to you: "Go! go to the gray land, and 
 search till you find its heart!" If you go and 
 live there, you will learn to love it. And when you 
 come to love it, and if you should go away, you 
 will never for one instant forget it through all the 
 after years. It will be with you in memory ever 
 afterward a something so cherished that it has 
 no counterpart elsewhere in all the world. And 
 always though you go to the ends of the earth 
 you will hear the still voice calling and calling! 
 
 IDAH MEACHAM STROBRIDGE.
 
 August 19. 
 
 January 8, 1906. 
 
 Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 Again I write to thank you for kindness and 
 presents sent to all of us. My husband returned 
 safely and loaded with the best of gifts flowers, 
 books, and sweets; nuts and useful things . . . 
 All were most acceptable, but our best love and 
 thanks go out to you for the beautiful books. We 
 have only a part of our home books here, and every 
 one added to them makes us happier. We have 
 always read aloud to our children at night before 
 bed-time, and in that way we all have the benefit 
 of each book. 
 
 The boys dug a fine bed for the Cannas, and we 
 have them planted, also most of the roses. . . . 
 
 I have received your last letter full of kindness 
 and consideration for me and mine in which you 
 ask if I will accept the things mentioned therein. 
 I will most gratefully accept any package you will 
 send me; to refuse would be nothing but false 
 pride. 
 
 I know the value of such bundles. My two girls 
 are as tall as I am, and what couldn't be used for 
 them or myself even, could be made over for our 
 baby girl.
 
 August 20. 
 
 WE do our own sewing, and it is very easy to 
 change things a little if necessary. Chil- 
 dren and girls wear out things quickly as 
 you know, and everything helps when one has as 
 many girls and boys as we. 
 
 It is certainly most friendly in you to even 
 think of doing all these things for us, and we ap- 
 preciate the kind good wishes and thoughts even 
 more than the deeds. 
 
 I am, very truly, 
 
 Your friend, 
 
 Mrs. Mills certainly lost no time in sending the 
 things she had mentioned in her letter when she 
 learned they would be acceptable, as the date of the 
 following letter shows. 
 
 February 1, 1906. 
 Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 Your bag came, and you will be glad to know 
 everything will be of much use to me for what 
 cannot be worn can be used in other ways, especially 
 the towels as three boys do have to wash and wipe 
 their hands pretty often. It was most kind and 
 thoughtful of you to send such a bag to us. 
 
 (See August 21)
 
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 August 21. 
 
 (From August 20) 
 
 OU will be pleased to know that every rose you 
 sent is growing, and the cannas breaking 
 through the ground already. 
 
 You remember how bare and barren it looked as 
 you went out the house when here? I wish you 
 could see it now! Of course, the flowers are young 
 and small, but children have made good gravel 
 walks and rock beds, and we shall have a very 
 pretty garden soon. With the fine big porch, it 
 looks home-like and comfortable, and I feel you 
 will be pleased. 
 
 Trusting you are well, with best wishes, I am 
 very truly, 
 
 Your friend, 
 
 Indeed altho' she did, literally, when it came to 
 giving, "sow beside all waters" Mrs. Mills rarely 
 "let her left hand know what her right hand was 
 doing," yet both hands were busy in good deeds 
 and works. 
 
 It is not her girls alone, who "arise to call her 
 blessed. ' ' 
 
 These letters are quoted to show how very help- 
 ful she was in giving, so tactfully, the small needs 
 of life. 
 
 Wasn't it like her to send towels for the use of 
 those boysf 
 
 Several letters expressing gratitude are given on 
 September and October pages, and serve to show 
 how wide and varied were the interests calling forth 
 her helpfulness.
 
 August 22. 
 
 GREAT as her work was, Mrs. Mills will be 
 loved and respected for what she was as 
 much as for what she did. To those who had 
 the great privilege of knowing her intimately, was 
 given an insight into the life and character of one 
 of the most remarkable women this country has 
 ever produced. 
 
 Her efforts were always put forth in the cause 
 of progress, both material and intellectual no well- 
 directed movement; having in view the good of 
 her State or its people, ever failing to meet with her 
 hearty support. 
 
 She was a very progressive woman, with ideas 
 
 far in advance of those early days in California, 
 
 when she and Mr. Mills founded the little school 
 in Benicia. 
 
 Throughout the years when she gave her life, her 
 talents, and her means for the educational and 
 spiritual betterment of the young women of the 
 coast, she was always abreast of the times, and 
 in the light of modern progress, her keen-sighted- 
 ness in looking into the future, and the carefully 
 laid plans that were to serve for the subsequent 
 developments in school and state, now seem to have 
 been almost prophetic. 
 
 "How great the changes in the education of 
 women which the period of her active life covers! 
 This period represents the whole aggressive move- 
 ment for the higher education of women."
 
 August 23. 
 
 DB. D. K. PEARSONS, benefactor of colleges, 
 said in his old age "that he remembered 
 seeing Susan Tolman, a 'bright black-eyed 
 young woman,' on her graduating day. ' ' 
 
 I remember distinctly seeing them (Mr. and Mrs. 
 Mills) in the autumn of 1854 at the Sem. (Mt. 
 Holyoke). She seemed young and active then; full 
 of zeal for missionary work, and ready with coun- 
 sel for some who thought of giving their lives to 
 the service. 
 
 Mr. Mills gave a talk to the school on a Wednes- 
 day p. m., giving such an account of heathen super- 
 stition and idolatry as I have never forgotten. He 
 closed with these words: "We have the Bible 
 and they have it not." 
 
 After a short rest in the United States they set- 
 tled in Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands, at the head of 
 Oahu College, where also Mrs. Mills made her own 
 peculiar and lasting impression. More than one 
 prominent clergyman, her pupil then, has said, "I 
 owe the first strong impulse to make a worthy life 
 for myself, to Mrs. Mills." 
 
 She has never forgotten her early missionary ex- 
 perience, and Ceylon has ever been a household 
 word at Mills, while the needs of the wider fields 
 at home and abroad have never been overlooked.
 
 August 24. 
 
 DE. MILLS died in 1884, leaving a reputation 
 for unusual financial ability in the manage- 
 ment of affairs as well as for consecrated 
 Christian scholarship, while Mrs. Mills continued 
 President, with two short interims, until 1909, when 
 Dr. Carson, her friend and choice, succeeded her to 
 the position. 
 
 The College charter, secured in 1885, placed the 
 institution on a firm footing as the only Woman's 
 College on the Pacific Coast. It is the child of 
 Mrs. Mills' heart, and though relieved from active 
 duty, she still continues her earnest efforts in ita 
 behalf. 
 
 In it she has her home, and here she finds strength 
 and solace in her declining years. All that she has 
 done, and is yet doing for its welfare, can never 
 be estimated. More than all, her desire has been 
 to see it a truly Christian College where the highest 
 training of the intellect should be made conducive 
 to the highest spiritual ends. 
 
 She has always considered her school as a true 
 daughter of Mt. Holyoke, and until very recently 
 has made frequent visits to the mother institution, 
 and sought in every way to keep the bond between 
 the two close and intimate.
 
 August 25. 
 
 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue 
 is the law of kindness. Proverbs 31:26. 
 
 ONE of the most intensely interesting and help- 
 ful memories of Mrs. Mills will always cluster 
 around her afternoon talks to the girls. They 
 were most instructive and edifying, as well as 
 charmingly entertaining, the direct subjects being 
 clothed in such attractive language. 
 
 During one of these talks, when speaking of 
 politeness, she gave this most beautiful definition 
 of the word: "Politeness is kindness manifested 
 in an easy and graceful manner." Doubtless many 
 many of her listeners have since given that rare 
 definition of politeness to their own children. 
 
 In another of her afternoon talks, she was speak- 
 ing of economy, and said, ' ' The truest economy and 
 the largest benevolences always go hand in hand," 
 and in her own daily life she proved the truthful- 
 ness of this saying. 
 
 Recently, in looking over souvenirs of the old 
 school days, one of her pupils came across a little 
 card which spoke eloquently of the loving and 
 thoughtful care she gave her students. It reads: 
 "Dear child, I wish you would stay in bed today, 
 and so get rested and well. Don't get up until I 
 see you. S. L. M." 
 
 Her devotion to her students was beautiful and 
 touching. In a letter to H. M. D. of September 12, 
 1908, Mrs. Mills wrote: 
 
 "How many girls I have 
 
 to love and pray for, and they grow dearer as the 
 years go on."
 
 August 26. 
 
 IN my childhood, even in my womanhood, Mrs. 
 Mills was always a big part of our Christmas, 
 and the holidays have never seemed the same 
 since she left us. 
 
 The packages from her always seemed larger and 
 more mysterious than any of the rest, and when 
 she herself came for her occasional Christmas visits, 
 the joy of all of the children was unbounded, for 
 we loved her devotedly, and her name was a syn- 
 onym in our minds for all that was good and beau- 
 tiful. 
 
 When we behaved well, she had a way of re- 
 warding us with what we wanted most; when we 
 were naughty she never scolded she just ' ' talked, ' ' 
 and we never could quite remember what she said, 
 but it was kind that we knew, and she seemed to 
 look with her dear eyes, right down into our 
 wicked little hearts. At any rate, it was much 
 more effective than any punishment, and made us 
 feel far more sorry than if we had been spanked 
 by our mother. 
 
 A very tangible reminder of Mrs. Mills, came 
 to me the same year of the waist episode, else- 
 where given, in the form of bracelets. The gold 
 ones were my "thank you" bracelets, and the 
 silver ones, "If you please" gifts: rewards which 
 had been promised when I learned my first little 
 lesson in politeness. ... I never forgot my 
 "please" and "thank you" after I was the proud 
 possessor of these bracelets.
 
 August 27. 
 
 1WAS always a pupil of Mrs. Mills, and never 
 overcame that feeling. Had I remained to grad- 
 uate it would have been different for she always 
 came especially close to her Seniors, as three of 
 my daughters for whom she did much and who were 
 graduated under her, can testify. 
 
 I will relate one or two incidents that are per- 
 sonal, but still interesting to me. My mother and 
 father came to California in the early '60s by the 
 way of Panama. At Panama, other passengers 
 boarded the steamer among them a little elderly ( 1 ) 
 gentleman and a small lady. My parents took them 
 to be missionaries, and thought the lady a so-called 
 "old maid," her slight figure and side curls being 
 characteristic of those dear unmarried women. 
 
 My father was much amused to see the very at- 
 tentive manner of the lady, as this couple walked 
 up and down the deck or sat in steamer chairs. He 
 said, "That old maid is surely setting her cap for 
 the missionary minister; I never saw anything like 
 her devotion." Imagine their surprise upon learn- 
 ing that the couple were the Rev. C. T. Mills and 
 Mrs. Mills, and that they had been married several 
 years. 
 
 Some years ago on Admission Day, dear Prof. 
 Keep in miner's costume, sang my song "49" 
 (words by Joaquin Miller). I took my children to 
 Mills for the day. 
 
 The exercises appropriate to the day had begun, 
 and my song was about to be sung, when Mrs. Mills 
 beckoned me from the audience. As I started for- 
 ward, she said, "Bring all the children." So we 
 mounted the platform. I with baby in arms, the 
 rest following. 
 
 Mrs. Mills then introduced me as "Mrs. 
 
 and her five children, the composer of the song," 
 etc. My older children were much embarrassed, 
 and have never forgotten the circumstance.
 
 T 
 
 August 28. 
 
 (From August 6) 
 
 HEN Mrs. Mills would tell us of some girls 
 who had been at the reception given the new 
 girls. 
 
 She would say, "Of course we want you to have 
 a good time, but several of the young ladies said 
 to me as they bade me 'good-night,' 'Good-night 
 Mrs. Mills, I have enjoyed myself so much.' And 
 I said, 'I am pleased, my dear, but I hope that next 
 time you will enjoy somebody else. ' ' ' 
 
 I have never forgotten it. Every time I hear 
 it, and that is often, I think of Mrs. Mills. 
 
 Then when we would go to her room and ask 
 if we might speak to her, she would have such a 
 humorous little smile on her face as she said, "My 
 dear, what have I done that you speak to me. You 
 may speak with me if you wish." 
 
 When we asked to invite some girls to our room 
 for a little party, she would ask if they were not 
 the same ones we had before, and when we ad- 
 mitted that they were, she would suggest that we 
 ask some of the other girls next time, saying, "I 
 never like these parties for my wife and me and my 
 son John and his wife."
 
 August 29. 
 
 r T"'HAT is neither Here nor There" is a saying 
 of Mrs. Mills that has come to me almost 
 daily during the years since I was grad- 
 uated. How often she used it to dismiss all that 
 was trivial or futile or unworthy of burdening the 
 mind! 
 
 And now, in after years, when I hear some one in 
 the fret and jar of daily life, suffering over some 
 trifling misunderstanding, or wasting nerve force 
 on something that has gone wrong something that 
 seems a "mountain" today but will be a mole- 
 hill tomorrow or hear the useless fretting of the 
 "trouble borrower" the voice of Mrs. Mills comes 
 to me, softly down the years, "That is neither here 
 nor there." 
 
 Each year I seem to feel more wonder as I look 
 at Mrs. Mills and realize her ruggedness of body 
 and mind, her wonderful memory and untiring ex- 
 ecutive ability. 
 
 My admiration grows with the wonder, and my 
 affection has always been hers. 
 
 She is certainly a marvel. 
 
 (From a letter written July 5, 1907.)
 
 August 30. 
 
 Whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap. 
 
 Gal. 6:5. 
 
 MRS. MILLS had retired from the Presidency 
 the year before I attended Mills College, so 
 I did not come into the personal relation 
 with her as often as the older girls did; still I 
 would like to add my reminiscences. 
 
 An amusing little incident comes to my mind 
 whenever I wear a thin waist. I am no small per- 
 son. One evening on my way to the telephone, 
 Mrs. Mills accosted me in the hall with "Too thin, 
 too thin my dear; your waist is too thin." It 
 never occurred to me or to the girls that she meant 
 other than my own waist, which surely to my mind 
 was anything but ' ' thin, ' ' until she said, ' ' My dear, 
 what would you say if you saw your father coming 
 down the hall with no more on than you ha vet" 
 
 "She hoped," she said, "that none of her girls 
 
 would marry an or a man because 
 
 she wanted us to choose men of the highest morality, 
 and she did not believe men in those classes were 
 as a rule, of that type. 
 
 We couldn't deceive Mrs. Mills! At one time the 
 girls of College Hall were rather extravagant in 
 the use of lights, and would often burn both gas 
 and electricity when one or the other would have 
 been sufficient. . . . One evening she went to 
 College Hall on a tour of investigation. The news 
 of her purpose spread quickly, and light after light 
 was turned out in many a room before she entered. 
 All to no purpose, however, for with the ever ready 
 twinkle in her eye, she crossed room after room, 
 and felt the globe which was still warm.
 
 August 31. 
 
 GIVE Mrs. Mills my dear love. I realize how 
 sorrowing and lonely she must often be now 
 that so much of her chosen work has passed 
 from her hands, and the dear sister has gone. 
 
 I have copied into, my Mt. Holyoke record about 
 Mrs. Mills the prayer of Dr. Archibald Alexander, 
 which she has made her own. I often use it for 
 myself. 
 
 The prayer referred to, and given on the opposite 
 page, is "The prayer which Dr. Archibald Alex- 
 ander wrote for himself at three score and ten, and 
 used daily up to his death." 
 
 Mrs. Mills kept in her favorite Bible, a copy of 
 this prayer. It is typewritten on very thin paper, 
 and shows that she must have read it frequently.
 
 MOST merciful God, cast me not off in 
 the time of old age, forsake me not if 
 my strength faileth. May my hoary 
 head be found in righteousness. Preserve 
 my mind from dotage and imbecility and my 
 body from protracted disease and excruciat- 
 ing pain. Deliver me from despondency in 
 my declining years, and enable me to bear 
 with patience whatever may be Thy Holy 
 Will. I humbly ask that my reason may be 
 continued to the last, and that I majr be 
 comforted and supported that I may leave 
 my testimony in favor of the reality of 
 religion, and of Thy faithfulness in fulfilling 
 Thy gracious promises. And when my spirit 
 leaves this clay tenement, Lord Jesus re- 
 ceive it. Send some of Thy blessed angels 
 to convey my inexperienced soul to the man- 
 sions which Thy love has prepared, and O, 
 may I have an abundant entrance ministered 
 unto me into the Kingdom of our Lord and 
 Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.
 
 September 1. 
 
 MOST of the letters on these various pages were 
 written to Mrs. Mills by students or friends, 
 and have been kept by her some, through 
 so many years as to be yellowed by time. 
 
 Their content will show that she was touched, 
 pleased, and encouraged by the appreciation or love 
 they express; especially by those assuring her that 
 she had helped some girl to a deeper sense of her 
 love for her Savior, and to a desire to do. His will. 
 
 She would sometimes say to us, "Do not keep all 
 the flowers for a friend's casket." Surely she 
 looked upon these expressions as flowers, amaranths, 
 that came in season for her heart to enjoy and her 
 soul to cherish. 
 
 It was very kind of you, dear Mrs. Mills, to take 
 the trouble to write, yourself, and send the paper, 
 and I appreciate it very much. I shall value them 
 both, and shall always keep them. 
 
 God has been so good to me ever since I first 
 came into this world that sometimes, when I think 
 of my mercies, I am overwhelmed. 
 
 My greatest desire is to be so much like my 
 Savior that others may want to know and love Him, 
 too. And I want to do all the work for Him I can, 
 that the world may be a little better because I have 
 done the things He called me to do.
 
 September 2. 
 
 AT could I have done if I had not received 
 the education that I have! and where 
 would I have been had it not been for the 
 Christian influences of Mills College? 
 
 I know, only too well, my natural tendencies, and 
 knowing them, am sure that if it had not been for 
 these influences I would not have been a Christian. 
 
 When I began to write, it was my intention to 
 simply thank you, but somehow I feel I want to 
 let you know my inside life a little. 
 
 It has been a relief to me to tell it to you, for 
 though I know that God has promised strength and 
 wisdom to me if I trust Him, still I wanted your 
 sympathy. I know I have it, as all "your girls" 
 do, and the thought encourages me. 
 
 Thanking you again, I remain, 
 
 Your loving loyal pupil,
 
 M 
 
 September 3. 
 
 UCH has been said of Mrs. Mills remarkable 
 memory, and her thoughtfulness in the little 
 things of life. 
 
 Not long ago, the writer came across an old letter 
 written by her, January 25, 1900. In it she speaks 
 of the noted Emma Nevada, an alumna, and shows 
 that she remembered such a small detail as the 
 hour of her nap. 
 
 She wrote: 
 
 "Emma Nevada will be in Portland soon. Your 
 mother knew her well, and I hope you will both 
 call upon her. 
 
 "She always takes a nap after luncheon for an 
 hour, so do not go until after that time. 
 
 "Emma has grown lovely and sings better than 
 ever. Her voice is wonderful in its flexibility, and 
 though not strong, it is so sweet and so well cul- 
 tivated that it fills the largest theatre. 
 
 "She is a lovely good woman, wife, and mother. 
 She leaves San Francisco on Saturday." 
 
 The date of the following letter is not given, 
 but the note was written at a time when courage, 
 strength, patience, and faith were put to a severe 
 test. 
 
 Dear D . 
 
 I wish I had such an Easter Card as is in my 
 heart for you. 
 
 I love you. I pray for you. It is the best I can 
 do. 
 
 You have been a real comfort and help to me. 
 
 I don't mean to be cast down nor unchristian in 
 any way. 
 
 This has been a hard time for me, but God has 
 helped me. I want to be and do just as He would 
 have me. Pray that I may. 
 
 Yours in tender love, 
 
 S. L. M.
 
 September 4. 
 
 MY silence is the result of neither indifference 
 nor forgetfulness. The fact is, I find myself 
 unable to say anything at all worthy of 
 Mrs. Mills. When I attempt it, I feel a good deal 
 like a mere novice trying to explain the strong 
 striking parts of a great work of art. 
 
 Mrs. Mills impressed me by her quickness to per- 
 ceive the effect of anything done or attempted in 
 the College; her remarkable kindness; her strong 
 resolute will, never exerted, so far as I know, in 
 a harsh or unsympathetic way, but compelling con- 
 formity to her wishes with, apparently, the greatest 
 ease; her untiring energy; her strong, earnest faith 
 in, and love for, her Heavenly Father. 
 
 Mills College known so favorably, far and wide, 
 is a mute but at the same time, a telling evidence 
 of her great ability as an Educator. 
 
 I wish I could say fully just what I thought of 
 her. She was, to me, a constant source of wonder 
 and of admiration. 
 
 Mrs. Mills should be classed as one of the great 
 women of this Coast.
 
 September 5. 
 
 SOME one has said: 
 ' ' Behind every human under- 
 taking there is a personality." Certainly 
 behind Mills College, was and is, the personality 
 of Mrs. Mills. Her influence everywhere felt; in 
 government, administration, curriculum. In hos- 
 pitality always remembering the comfort of others 
 the cup that cheers, the birthday cake, the special 
 dinner on her own birthday, the afternoon luncheon 
 for hungry girls, the Friday night basket of 
 crackers. 
 
 As housekeeper she managed everything. She 
 kept a cook over thirty years, her coachman over 
 forty. 
 
 When Emma Nevada gave a concert at the Col- 
 lege for the 1 benefit of the new Lisser Hall, it 
 greatly gratified Mrs. Mills to say, "The dear child 
 sang only the songs that I like." On one occasion 
 a crippled girl wondered why Mrs. Mills kissed her 
 when ' ' she only shook hands with the others. ' ' 
 
 In her private dining-room, at luncheon one day 
 she said, "Here are alligator pears. Who likes 
 them!" One at the table replied, "I love them." 
 She said, "Like alligator pears, and love your 
 parents, my child." 
 
 With "far-reaching affection and interest" she 
 kept track of all her girls, and knew all their lives, 
 their joys and sorrows after they left the school 
 home. Her admonitions to her girls were clear 
 and concise, and meant for practical application. 
 Among them many of us recall: "Be good. Be 
 kind. Be wise. Have high ideals. Do thorough 
 faithful work. Try always to do as you would be 
 done by."
 
 September 6. 
 (For a birthday of September 5) 
 
 IT was Easter-time. I was six and Billy between 
 three and four. We were most anxious to send 
 "Grandmother" an Easter card, and were de- 
 lighted to find a card decorated with lilies. 
 
 We made a frame out of bits of wood, and 
 painted it with gray paint begged from the work- 
 men who were painting our house. 
 
 We did not tell mother, so almost "burst" for 
 three days while we kept our secret, and waited 
 until Easter morn should arrive and disclose our big 
 surprise. 
 
 On my last visit to my beloved friend there was 
 the little card in the queer little frame, on her 
 dressing-table where it had rested for twenty years! 
 
 She knew it was a gift of love, and she kept it 
 always before her as a reminder of the little ones 
 who had sent it. 
 
 After her death it was given back to me. It is 
 now on my desk, one of my treasured possessions. 
 
 Not until I was grown, did I learn the verse on 
 the supposed Easter card to be: "And He said 
 unto her, 'Daughter, thy faith hath made thee 
 whole; go in peace and be cured of thy plague.' ' 
 And then I realized another reason why she had 
 kept it it must always have brought a smile.
 
 M 
 
 September 7. 
 
 July 2899. 
 Y dear Mrs. Mills, 
 
 I was very sorry not to see you again 
 before you left. 
 
 Your good-bye note was just like your dear 
 thoughtful heart, and I am hoping to make amends 
 for the brief moments here, when I may be again 
 in California. 
 
 You ask for a copy of the few words I said at 
 our reunion. I had only jotted down a very few 
 of them, and now as I try to write out from memory 
 some of the many thoughts that were almost chok- 
 ing my heart with their tenderness that day, they 
 seem very few, and weak, and cold compared with 
 my feelings then, and all the time for you and that 
 precious period in my life. 
 
 We do grow homesick for the past, as we go on 
 in life and the inexorableness of the past its 
 blank wall, as it were, is so hard to bear. 
 
 So your coming all unchanged in such marvelous 
 ways, brought the spring-time of our lives back to 
 us, and it was, oh! so sweet.
 
 D 
 
 September 8. 
 
 7th January, 1907. 
 
 Two East Ninety-first Street, New York. 
 EAR Mrs. Mills, 
 
 In Margaret's name I have to thank you 
 once more for your exceedingly kind thought 
 of her. The lovely flowers which came to greet 
 her on New Year's morning gave her a great deal 
 of pleasure, and I can assure you we all deeply 
 appreciate your kindness. 
 
 With all good wishes for the New Year, believe 
 me, 
 
 Very sincerely yours, 
 
 LOUISE W. CARNEGIE. 
 
 Oh, if the earth, the world, were not the better 
 for all the influence wrought by your hands, born 
 of your life the soil would have been barren indeed. 
 
 If you can feel that you have seen a little fruit, 
 while still with us, I joy to think of the white 
 harvest you will see, when earthly knowledge is 
 swallowed up in "Knowing the Lord" beyond. 
 
 With sincerest love, and dearest, tenderest mem- 
 ories of the years gone by, 
 
 Your old pupil,
 
 M 
 
 September 9. 
 
 Mills Seminary, Feb. 13, 1882. 
 Y dear Father, 
 
 This is Sunday. I have just come up 
 stairs from lunch; we had a very nice lunch. 
 It is very cold here today, and now I am sitting by 
 the window and can see the trees sway back and 
 forth in the wind and the brook goes rippling on, 
 it seems to me, faster than usual, as if to get itself 
 warm. Just now it is beginning to rain, and the 
 very hills seem cold, but I can hear a bird, now 
 and then, sing out a note. All this, as I look out 
 on it, makes me have, as Longfellow wrote, "A 
 feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to 
 pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist re- 
 sembles rain." 
 
 Now I have asked myself and am asking myself 
 all the time, what is this longing? and I have 
 almost come to the conclusion that it is God's 
 spirit striving with me and trying to make me 
 give up all my doubts and come to Him. 
 
 You have no idea what an influence Mrs. Mills has 
 over me, and she does not know it. It is beautiful 
 here in every way.
 
 September 10. 
 
 WE have such delightful views from our room. 
 One morning not long ago, it had been 
 raining, but had stopped for awhile and all 
 the hills looked so dark and they seemed to ask 
 the sun to come out. Pretty soon, way over in an 
 obscure corner, there came a ray of sunshine just 
 on one little hill, then it seemed as if the whole 
 scenery was lit up, for the sun came out so beauti- 
 fully. 
 
 I almost drew a breath of relief when I saw in 
 the way I put it, that little hill reflecting the light 
 and warmth from the sun, all over. Now, I won- 
 der if you see my point? 
 
 I called my room-mate's attention to that beau- 
 tiful view, and I believe if I had been a painter, 
 I should have, if possible, conveyed it to canvas. 
 Indeed, we have so many beautiful views here that 
 I think I can say, "How beautiful are the works 
 of God." 
 
 Now, I want to tell you about our Sunday School 
 lesson. We have a lovely teacher. Mrs. Mills does 
 not omit religious exercises Sunday morning any 
 more than other mornings. 
 
 The lesson today was about Christ and his friends 
 and enemies and was very interesting, but there was 
 one verse which puzzled us. . . . 
 
 (This leaf of a letter was sent over thirty years 
 ago to Mrs. Mills by the father who received it, 
 that she might know of her Christian influence over 
 his daughter.) 
 
 It is touching to find how carefully Mrs. Mills 
 treasured these letters expressing gratitude and 
 appreciation.
 
 September 11. 
 
 SONNET MBS. MILLS. 
 
 WHEN her full life in memory, I recall. 
 That mother-touch that all of us have 
 known, 
 
 I ask, "Does motherhood belong alone 
 To her who bears a child? to her whose all 
 Lies at her breast, and doth her heart enthrall 
 Because her own reflection there is shown; 
 A motherhood of instinct that can own 
 No flesh but hers? 
 
 Is not the name miscalled t 
 And shall that name of mother be denied 
 To one whose universal motherhood 
 Op'd wide her generous arms to all who came 
 And with a tenderness without a name 
 Made them her daughters?" 
 
 Her touch will not depart 
 
 With years. Childless, yet hers was the mother- 
 heart. 
 
 LUBITA STONE, S. '09. 
 December 15, 1914.
 
 September 12. 
 Inscription in Dining Hall at Mills College. 
 
 "Break Thou the Bread of Life 
 
 Dear Lord to me 
 As Thou didst break the Loaves 
 Beside the sea." 
 
 THE following lines were sent to Mrs. Mills 
 after Miss Grace Hibbard of the Women's 
 Press Association of the Pacific Coast, had 
 been entertained at luncheon at Mills College. 
 
 GIVING GOD THANKS. 
 
 Around the tables spread with food, were standing 
 Girls, like the spring-time blossoms fair, 
 
 While through the open casement, sunbeams slanting 
 Bested in glory on their hair. 
 
 A silence and then voices, birdlike, singing 
 "Praise God from whom all blessings flow." 
 
 Full, clear, accordant, joyous, upward soaring, 
 Tender, adoring, soft, and low. 
 
 Wrapped in the sunlight, may they ever praise Him 
 With hearts and voices on life's way, 
 
 And sing together with the "Hosts" in Heaven, 
 When dawns for each "the Perfect Day." 
 
 GRACE E. HIBBARD. 
 In remembrance of September 11, 1897.
 
 September 13. 
 
 How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him 
 that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that 
 bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; 
 that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth! Isaiah 62:7. 
 
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 F the many memories of Mrs. Mills, to me one 
 of the most inspiring is the broad scope of 
 her interests. 
 
 Life to her was rich and full, and amid her 
 many duties and responsibilities she always found 
 time to inform herself on the great problems of 
 the day. 
 
 She took also a keen personal interest in all 
 phases of philanthropy. 
 
 Mrs. Mills thought in large terms and with an 
 open mind; she was ever eager for suggestion and 
 help from any source. 
 
 One can never associate narrowness with her 
 nature, but her warm generous impulses will 
 always be a source of affection and inspiration. 
 
 Mrs. Mills was such a rare, magnetic soul and 
 what a fragrant memory she leaves behind! 
 
 It has, indeed, been a liberal education to me 
 to have known so intimately for so many years 
 euch rare spirits as Mrs. Mills and Miss Tolman and 
 my father. 
 
 Perhaps they are "talking it over" now, as Mrs. 
 Mills so often said.
 
 September 14. 
 
 "In my Father's house are many mansions; if 
 it were not so I would have told you. I will not 
 leave you comfortless; I will come to you. Let not 
 your heart be troubles, neither let it be afraid." 
 
 MRS. KATE MILLER, the mother of Miss Ege, 
 the present Acting President of Mills 
 College, in July, 1914, went to the home 
 prepared for her in the Father's House. She was 
 eighty-one years of age and in many respects was 
 much like Mrs. Mills. 
 
 Of each it can be truly said: "A woman who 
 knew the joy of living, and the joy of accomplish- 
 ment, whose interest in life, people, and good works 
 continued to the very end." 
 
 "She hath done what she could." 
 
 I appreciate more than words can express, the 
 privilege of saying a few words about Mrs. Mills in 
 the Year Book to her memory. 
 
 Her beautiful life and good works are an endur- 
 ing monument to her. 
 
 If one thing more than another stands out in my 
 memory it is her earnest desire to help those 
 whom she considered worthy, yet were unable to 
 avail themselves of the delightful privilege of 
 attending her beautiful college. 
 
 She was always interested in each individual 
 girl's spiritual welfare, and all of her words were 
 words of wisdom and loving counsel.
 
 September 15. 
 
 From directions given by Miss Tolman to her 
 class in Literature. (Taken from an old exercise- 
 book). 
 
 UNDEBSTAND from the first what is meant by 
 literature and what you expect to gain from 
 its study here. Try to avoid superficial study, 
 and to that end do not read too much. Compel 
 yourself to repeat the substance of what you read 
 without referring to the book; this will prevent 
 inattention. 
 
 Keep in mind that study about literature is not 
 study of literature. Try to have only so much of 
 one as will be needed to appreciate the other. 
 
 Lord Bacon's Students' Prayer: 
 
 "To God the Father, God the Word, God the 
 Spirit: we put forth most humble and hearty sup- 
 plications that human things may not prejudice 
 euch as are divine; neither that from the unlocking 
 of the gates of sense, and the kindling of a greater 
 light, anything of incredulity or intellectual night 
 may arise in our minds toward divine mysteries." 
 
 "Thy creatures have been my books, but thy 
 scriptures much more; I have sought thee in thy 
 courts, fields, and gardens, but have found thee in 
 thy temples."
 
 September 16. 
 
 JANE C. TOLMAN. 
 
 Born 1831; died 1912. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' Youngest Sister. 
 
 From Miss Julia Tolman's "Daily Food" texts, 1838. 
 
 I will look unto the Lord: I will wait for the God of 
 my Salvation. My God will hear me. Micah 7:7. 
 
 Sister Jennie's Birthday. 
 
 MISS TOLMAN has a monument of grateful 
 remembrance in the heart of every woman 
 who has had the lasting joy and benefit of 
 a visit to Europe after having had training under 
 her in the study of Art. 
 
 It is hard to remember any one artist more than 
 another which would be a favorite of Miss Tolman. 
 She loved so many and in such different ways. But 
 I really believe she loved the Greuze (original) 
 which hung in her library more than any other 
 picture she owned. 
 
 She always wanted mother to go with her when 
 she wished to select a new picture by one of our 
 local artists, and together they would go over the 
 ground. 
 
 Miss Tolman loved the beautiful in clothes, furni- 
 ture, ornaments, as well as in Art, and those who 
 knew her at the College will remember how beauti- 
 fully she could arrange flowers. No one else could 
 do it quite so well as she. 
 
 Her eye for combination and form was perfect, 
 and, in my time, she always kept the reception 
 parlors dressed with flowers.
 
 September 17. 
 
 ON" that first visit to Benicia, nearly fifty years 
 ago, we attended General Exercises. It was 
 Friday afternoon, and the girls entertained 
 us by reading compositions, reciting, singing, and 
 piano playing. All was very good. I was deeply 
 impressed, and saw at once the great advantages 
 those young ladies had compared with when I was 
 a boarding-school miss. 
 
 I was educated in the convent of St. Agnes at 
 Memphis, Tenn. The Sisters were lovely women 
 and everything was very elegant. The rostrum of 
 the large hall was covered with fine velvet carpet, 
 and a square piano was on either side. The Com- 
 mencement Exercises lasted three days. As we 
 were called, we mounted the rostrum and made a 
 courtesy, an old-fashioned way, but much prettier 
 I think, than the stiff bow of the present time. We 
 practiced for our grand display for some time. As 
 I compared the two, it seemed very superficial, but 
 it was very pretty those lovely Southern girls 
 dressed in pure white, so graceful and innocent. 
 
 But to return to the exercises at Benicia Sem- 
 inary. One young lady read a composition on 
 Bread. It seems that she had tried to make some 
 bread, and called forth the laughter of all pres- 
 ent, by referring to it as having the consistency of 
 the streets of Benicia. It was after a rain, and 
 those of that day will easily recall that the mud 
 was so deep a horse could scarcely get through it. 
 
 The years have only impressed it upon me, that 
 those who take the full course at that great insti- 
 tution of learning, Mills College, will go forth as 
 well-educated, splendid women and so cannot help 
 being ornaments of society. 
 
 (Mrs. Mills always cautioned them not to live to 
 be "a mere ornament to society") and wherever 
 their paths may lead, they will reflect honor, respect, 
 and dignity upon California.
 
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 September 18. 
 
 N one of my visits to the College in the early 
 years, Mrs. Mills accompanied me on my 
 return home. 
 
 As I was waiting on the steps for the bus, she 
 passed me, saying, ' ' I will be ready in a minute, ' ' 
 entered her private apartment, dressed herself, not 
 forgetting the overskirt, filled her sachel, and 
 returned in what seemed less than a minute, pinning 
 on her shawl. 
 
 After we were settled comfortably in the train, 
 she took a hank of yarn from her sachel, and had 
 me hold it while she wound it. After the winding, 
 she commenced to knit. Her fingers flew as she 
 worked, talking all the while. Then she laid the 
 knitting aside, to peel an apple which she passed on 
 the point of her fruit-knife to me; she peeled 
 another, divided it, and gave it to two little girls 
 sitting in front of us; then peeled one for herself, 
 eating and talking all the while and what she said 
 was always worth listening to and remembering 
 then she returned to her knitting again. 
 
 Once when I drove into Benicia, she came to the 
 parlor all covered with flour, saying: "After teach- 
 ing the Science class, I went into the kitchen and 
 made fourteen pies for dinner." 
 
 Just think what a remarkable woman she was! 
 
 I always felt that I was blessed in knowing her 
 BO intimately. 
 
 Upon whose shoulders will her mantle fall? 
 Surely there is no other like her.
 
 September 17. 
 
 ON" that first visit to Benicia, nearly fifty years 
 ago, we attended General Exercises. It was 
 Friday afternoon, and the girls entertained 
 us by reading compositions, reciting, singing, and 
 piano playing. All was very good. I was deeply 
 impressed, and saw at once the great advantages 
 those young ladies had compared with when I was 
 a boarding-school miss. 
 
 I was educated in the convent of St. Agnes at 
 Memphis, Tenn. The Sisters were lovely women 
 and everything was very elegant. The rostrum of 
 the large hall was covered with fine velvet carpet, 
 and a square piano was on either side. The Com- 
 mencement Exercises lasted three days. As we 
 were called, we mounted the rostrum and made a 
 courtesy, an old-fashioned way, but much prettier 
 I think, than the stiff bow of the present time. We 
 practiced for our grand display for some time. As 
 I compared the two, it seemed very superficial, but 
 it was very pretty those lovely Southern girls 
 dressed in pure white, so graceful and innocent. 
 
 But to return to the exercises at Benicia Sem- 
 inary. One young lady read a composition on 
 Bread. It seems that she had tried to make some 
 bread, and called forth the laughter of all pres- 
 ent, by referring to it as having the consistency of 
 the streets of Benicia. It was after a rain, and 
 those of that day will easily recall that the mud 
 was so deep a horse could scarcely get through it. 
 
 The years have only impressed it upon me, that 
 those who take the full course at that great insti- 
 tution of learning, Mills College, will go forth as 
 well-educated, splendid women and so cannot help 
 being ornaments of society. 
 
 (Mrs. Mills always cautioned them not to live to 
 be "a mere ornament to society") and wherever 
 their paths may lead, they will reflect honor, respect, 
 and dignity upon California.
 
 o 
 
 September 18. 
 
 N one of my visits to the College in the early 
 years, Mrs. Mills accompanied me on my 
 return home. 
 
 As I was waiting on the steps for the bus, she 
 passed me, saying, "I will be ready in a minute," 
 entered her private apartment, dressed herself, not 
 forgetting the overskirt, filled her sachel, and 
 returned in what seemed less than a minute, pinning 
 on her shawl. 
 
 After we were settled comfortably in the train, 
 she took a hank of yarn from her saehel, and had 
 me hold it while she wound it. After the winding, 
 she commenced to knit. Her fingers flew as she 
 worked, talking all the while. Then she laid the 
 knitting aside, to peel an apple which she passed on 
 the point of her fruit-knife to me; she peeled 
 another, divided it, and gave it to two little girls 
 sitting in front of us; then peeled one for herself, 
 eating and talking all the while and what she said 
 was always worth listening to and remembering 
 then she returned to her knitting again. 
 
 Once when I drove into Benieia, she came to the 
 parlor all covered with flour, saying: "After teach- 
 ing the Science class, I went into the kitchen and 
 made fourteen pies for dinner. ' ' 
 
 Just think what a remarkable woman she was! 
 
 I always felt that I was blessed in knowing her 
 so intimately. 
 
 Upon whose shoulders will her mantle fall? 
 Surely there is no other like her.
 
 September 19. 
 
 After the graduation of a student. 
 My Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 MY mother and I arrived home in safety Satur- 
 day evening. Mamma and I both wish to 
 thank you for your hospitality at Com- 
 mencement time. 
 
 I felt so bad at leaving my college home that I 
 could not trust myself to tell you how much my 
 life with you has been to me, or how much I appre- 
 ciate all that has come to me through the eight 
 years of study, and the personal contact with your- 
 self and other members of the Faculty. 
 
 The money paid for tuition does not, to me, begin 
 to represent what I have received through my con- 
 nection with Mills College. I love it, Mrs. Mills, 
 with all my heart and will always do with joy any- 
 thing that I can to advance its interests. 
 
 As for myself, I intend to live so that you may 
 never be ashamed of me as one of your daughters. 
 
 Though I may not be with you as in the past, in 
 person, my thoughts and prayers will always be 
 yours.
 
 September 20. 
 
 NO matter how much I may enjoy new sights 
 and scenes, Mills will always have a first 
 place in my affections. I love every tree and 
 bush on the place; I do not believe any one appre- 
 ciated the flowers more * * * or knows better 
 just where they all are. 
 
 I cannot express to you in words, Mrs. Mills, all 
 the gratitude and love that are yours; I can only 
 say, God bless you many, many times for the work 
 which you are doing. 
 
 Ever your loving pupil and daughter. 
 
 Such a letter surely is one of the precious flowers 
 of life. It goes to prove, too, what all closely asso- 
 ciated with Mrs. Mills have come to recognize that 
 she was one of those rare persons that the longer 
 and the better one knows them, the more does one 
 love and admire them. 
 
 Every day revealed some new and lovable trait 
 in Mrs. Mills, to those who knew her in the intima- 
 cies of her private life. C.
 
 September 21. 
 My Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 THOUGH I have often voiced my appreciation 
 of your kindness yet I desire to express it to 
 you more fully now, as I am about to go else- 
 where. 
 
 Here I have found a delightful home replete with 
 refinement, and full of invigorating action to climb 
 up and on in life's work. 
 
 I trust I may be pardoned if I say that I have a 
 nature which has always felt a deep religious feel- 
 ing and the love of Jesus in its depths, and that I 
 have been often shocked by the intolerance and 
 the bigotry of the many sects (or the people pro- 
 fessing those sects) with whom I have come in con- 
 tact. 
 
 But here, with your broad mind and Christian 
 heart sending forth a strength which permeates this 
 whole institution, I have found a liberality of 
 thought and a more Christ-like life than I have 
 ever found elsewhere. 
 
 Your kind consideration I can never repay, but 
 my esteem and love for you will cause me to do 
 gladly any services for you which you may require 
 and I am able to give. 
 
 Sincerely,
 
 September 22. 
 My Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 OFFICIAL notice has been received that I am 
 to graduate next Tuesday night. The invita- 
 tions will be ready tomorrow and then I shall 
 send you one, but I thought I could not wait to let 
 you know it. 
 
 You have helped me so much in every way that I 
 want to express again my appreciation. In a 
 financial way you have helped in my work; with 
 your influence you have helped me to a position, 
 and above all your individuality and energy and 
 Christianity have aided me, personally, more than 
 anything else. 
 
 I have this term sent you two girls and I shall 
 not cease in my efforts to get you more. * * * 
 
 I write you my appreciation because I know that 
 though I shall see you soon, you will be so busy 
 that I shall not have the opportunity to talk with 
 you for many moments. 
 
 Good-night, dear, and God bless you.
 
 September 23. 
 
 Miss Lyons' Boom, 
 Mt. Holyoke, 
 
 Sept. 23, 1880. 
 Dear Girls: 
 
 I intended a long letter, but have only time to 
 send you love and promise to do better soon. 
 
 These leaves are from the trees overhanging Miss 
 Lyon's grave. 
 
 I am enjoying so much here. 
 
 Yours in love, 
 S. L. MILLS. 
 
 To 
 
 Miss Alice White, 
 For Senior Class, 
 Mills Seminary, 
 
 California. 
 
 "Mrs. Mills made a trip East during the first 
 half of my senior year, and each day sent the class 
 a line directed to one of us in turn." 
 
 A. W. S. 
 Class of '81.
 
 September 24. 
 
 From words of Mrs. Mills to "her girls," May 
 the fourth, nineteen hundred eleven. 
 
 44T KNOW you will remember what I used to say 
 
 I when you went out from us, 'Be good and do 
 
 good,' and so I say still. How I would like to 
 
 see you all, but this I cannot expect until we meet 
 
 in the dear Father's house above. Let us not come 
 
 short there." 
 
 When we came here in 1871 the grounds were 
 quite barren. * * * When we began the work 
 of beautifying the grounds, Mr. Mills said, "We 
 must make it beautiful enough for the King's 
 daughters," and so it is, I think. 
 
 Over eight thousand girls have come to us since 
 we began our work in Benicia in 1865. They are 
 scattered so widely now, in twenty-eight states and 
 various countries. 
 
 Not all have been graduates, but all have been 
 our dear girls, many of them now home and foreign 
 missionaries, founders of schools, good teachers, 
 wives, and mothers. 
 
 My heart goes out in tenderness to all, including 
 the husbands, and dear little children. How many 
 there are! The Lord bless them all. 
 
 Not a day passes that my heart does not go out 
 in prayer, earnest prayer, that God will bless every 
 one and make each one a blessing.
 
 September 25. 
 
 MRS. SUSAN MILLS SMITH. 
 Mrs. Mills' Grand Niece. 
 
 NO words can express the true greatness of Mrs. 
 Mills' life, and those who were most inti- 
 mately associated with her, never cease to 
 marvel at her brightness, hope, courage, strength. 
 
 Frequently, when she felt most heavily bur- 
 dened, she would call to mind some helpful 
 Scriptural passage. So often she would repeat the 
 words of Paul: "Be careful for nothing, but in 
 everything by prayer and supplication with thanks- 
 giving let your requests be made known unto God. 
 And the peace of God which passeth all under- 
 standing shall keep your hearts and minds through 
 Christ Jesus." 
 
 I recall, too, how beautifully she brought out this 
 text in Chapel, taking it phrase by phrase and 
 giving special emphasis to certain words, so that 
 the passage came to have a new meaning to all 
 of us. 
 
 No one who ever attended Chapel at Mills could 
 fail to be touched by the depth and beauty of her 
 prayers. Seldom does one hear a prayer given with 
 such sweetness, sympathy, and comprehension, and 
 Mrs. Mills in her daily life sought to follow the 
 teachings of her Master.
 
 September 26. 
 
 MRS. MILLS' care and thoughtfulness espe- 
 cially endeared her to students who were 
 timid and lonely. She would always put 
 them in the care of an older student, and saw to it 
 that they were made to feel most welcome and at 
 home. But more than this, she sought to make 
 them realize that she had a personal interest in 
 them. 
 
 Often at night, though worn and weary with the 
 day's duties, she would go to the room of some 
 homesick girl to give her a word of cheer, or to 
 carry some flowers or a plate of fruit. 
 
 She could never keep anything for herself. If a 
 box of fruit were sent to her, it was immediately 
 divided with students or faculty. She was always 
 thinking of others, with never a thought for her- 
 self. 
 
 Be careful for nothing, but in everything by prayer 
 and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be 
 made known unto God. And the peace of God which 
 passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and 
 minds through Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6, 7.
 
 September 27. 
 
 MOEE important and precious than her efficient 
 administration, was her unswerving devo- 
 tion to the kingdom of God. Mrs. Mills felt 
 the keenest anxiety for each immortal soul under 
 her influence. 
 
 One of the first things she did after going to 
 Benicia was to gather together in a little room a 
 few earnest girls and hold, perhaps, the first prayer 
 meeting that was ever held in the old school, other 
 than the usual formal religious services. 
 
 The little prayer meeting grew until it had to be 
 held in one of the largest rooms in the building. 
 
 From that time on, through all the fifty years 
 while the institution was under Mrs. Mills' guid- 
 ance, the wonderful influence of this godly woman 
 was felt, and many a young soul was converted and 
 taught to follow her example, in radiating her 
 Master's purpose. 
 
 There was a definite purpose in everything she 
 did. She considered a walk a waste of time for 
 her, if it did not lead her to the gardens, the 
 stables, or laundry, where she could give necessary 
 directions. Thus, in those Benicia days, by the 
 economy of time, one woman was able to con- 
 scientiously and intelligently look after her large 
 household, physically, mentally, and spiritually. 
 Beside all this she found time to dispense a charity 
 that made her beloved far and wide by the needy 
 ones. She found leisure enough to keep up a wide 
 circle of friends "and to exercise a generous hospi- 
 tality."
 
 September 28. 
 
 NO one could come face to face with Mrs. Mills 
 without feeling the strength and beauty of 
 her personality. Her intelligent face glowed 
 with the intensity and earnestness of her nature. 
 
 There was an old-time grace about her that made 
 her manner distinctly kind and genial. She was at 
 all times a very responsive woman, and it was a 
 lesson and an inspiration to spend the day going 
 through the city with Mrs. Mills. 
 
 "Her unobtrusive kindness," for thus we always 
 thought of it, was felt everywhere. Every one she 
 met, even those crusty and glum by nature, seemed 
 to respond to the warmth of her greetings, and the 
 sincerity of her friendly interest. 
 
 On the cars, in the shops, at any gathering, 
 whether the individuals were of high or low rank, 
 everywhere it was the same, and always there was 
 that note of mingled affection and respect a 
 respect she commanded, not only because of her 
 position, and in later years, because of her vener- 
 able age, but because of that innate something 
 within which impelled it. 
 
 David Starr Jordan once wrote to her: "You 
 will let me use the good old word 'revere,' when I 
 speak of you for this word, with all it means, is 
 yours by right."
 
 September 29. 
 
 DR. WARREN LANDON, President of the 
 Theological Seminary at San Anselmo, has 
 kindly sent these and other letters from Mrs. 
 Mills, for such use as may be required. 
 
 Mills College, California. 
 May 2, 1910. 
 My Dear Dr. Landon: 
 
 I write now just to say that I am so glad you are 
 to be made the President of the Theological Sem- 
 inary. It belongs properly to you. 
 
 ****** * 
 
 I was sorry not to attend the closing exercises, 
 but it was impossible for me to do so. I am glad to 
 feel that you are going to be permanent on this 
 Coast. The Lord bless you and direct you in all 
 your ways. 
 
 With very best wishes, believe me, 
 
 Yours very sincerely, 
 S. L. MILLS. 
 Under date of December 30, 1910, she writes: 
 
 "I have been intending * * * to write and 
 congratulate you upon becoming President of the 
 Theological Seminary and to express my best 
 wishes for you in your good work before you as 
 well as my sympathy in the trials that will come to 
 you also. The Lord bless you in all your work 
 and way. * * * "
 
 September 30. 
 
 Mills College. 
 
 Dear Dr.: 
 
 I want to thank you at once for the article you 
 have written for the Presbyterian so good. 
 
 I have ordered a number to send to friends. It 
 is just right. 
 
 We are so afflicted in the death of our dear Prof. 
 Keep. He has been like a son to me for twenty-five 
 years. So fine a teacher. Mary will tell you, and 
 such a devoted, lovely Christian helpful every- 
 where. 
 
 Whom can we get in his place? Pray for us. 
 
 Kind regards to you all. 
 
 S. L. MILLS. 
 
 It needs only a glance at these letters to show 
 that the last one was written by Mrs. Mills herself, 
 in her own characteristic way, while the others were 
 dictated and completed in form by the stenogra- 
 pher. It is a regret that her penmanship in the 
 above letter cannot here be given in fac-siraile.
 
 A 
 
 October 1. 
 
 LETTEE from a mother after the graduation 
 of her daughter. 
 
 Dear Mrs. Mills. 
 
 I was sorry to leave yesterday without saying 
 good-bye to you personally, but I could not find 
 you in the crowd, and as I had promised to drive 
 home with a lady friend, I was hurried in my leav- 
 ing. 
 
 But if I had seen you, it would have given me 
 no opportunity to express my feelings in the 
 smallest degree. I could not have safely dared to 
 attempt to say all that my heart prompted. 
 
 Even during the Commencement exercises, tears 
 often filled my eyes flowing from mingled emotions 
 of pride, gratitude, sadness, regrets, and tender 
 memories, which absorbed my thoughts to such an 
 extent that they rendered me, at times, entirely 
 oblivious to surrounding circumstances. 
 
 We are painfully conscious under some conditions, 
 that we live double lives. One of outward appear- 
 ance of the senses of the Present. The other 
 the truer self depending on the emotions founded 
 on the Past looking toward the Future. I lived 
 more in the latter state of existence, during those 
 two days, than in the enjoyment and beauty of the 
 actual occasion.
 
 October 2. 
 
 DEAR and honored friend; I cannot put into 
 words the sense of indebtedness I feel toward 
 you and the grand Institution that has done 
 so much for my child's welfare and happiness. Her 
 life has been enriched by your generosity; that 
 she may prove fully worthy of it, is my earnest 
 heart-felt prayer. 
 
 It grieves me deeply to realize how little I am 
 able at present to do in return, but it shall be a 
 sacred obligation to repay the debt sooner or 
 later, and to return in a suitable manner the help 
 so generously and nobly given to my child at the 
 period of her life when it was of the greatest use 
 and advantage. 
 
 I will not make promises that must depend on 
 others for fulfillment but hope, through my own 
 efforts, to meet all just obligations. 
 
 We rejoice to feel that you are looking forward 
 to a happy reunion with old schoolmates. May 
 blessings attend you! 
 
 Lovingly yours,
 
 D 
 
 EAE Mrs. Mills: 
 
 October 3. 
 
 Sunday, Jan. 29. 
 
 I was thinking of you all this morning, and 
 wishing I could be with you this afternoon 
 for church and this evening for one of the meetings. 
 I never forget them, and I often think how 
 much good they did us, and how willing the girls 
 were to speak for Christ or say a word to help and 
 comfort some lonely one. 
 
 If they only realized while at school what a 
 splendid beginning they could make in their Chris- 
 tian life, what a firm foundation they could build 
 with all the kind and anxious ones to help them, 
 they would not let the opportunity slip, for such 
 a chance never, I think, could come again. 
 
 I have never met with the whole-heartedness and 
 loving kindness that bound us together so perfectly, 
 any place else. 
 
 As it is always hard to get different ones to take 
 the meetings for prayer in our societies, it usually 
 falls to the lot of some of us to do it a number of 
 times. 
 
 I always take it when I am asked, and I always 
 feel a little as if I were back at my dear school 
 again. 
 
 I still have my sewing class on Saturday morn- 
 ings, and now have been there long enough to have 
 the children fond of me. I had them down here 
 at the hotel during the Christmas vacation; had 
 a tree for them, and some ice cream and candy. 
 They seemed to enjoy it. I hope to have them 
 again before going away for the summer. 
 
 There are so many things to do in New York, 
 and so much done, that one feels as if she were 
 really living, but oh! how much more we should do! 
 ******* 
 
 The calendar is a sweet reminder of school. I 
 keep it on my desk, and it brings up lots of sweet 
 remembrances. You are always so thoughtful of 
 us, and we appreciate it with all our hearts. 
 
 With love, believe me, yours devotedly,
 
 October 4. 
 
 THE spirit of what Mrs. Mills urged upon her 
 girls lingers in the text of one of the Bacca- 
 laureate sermons, "And thou shalt be a bless- 
 ing"; also in this appreciation, "She hath done 
 what she could." 
 
 Her hospitality was a household word. Guests 
 who drove out to the concerts and to commence- 
 ment were invited after the exercises, to tables 
 bountifully spread with cold meats, hot rolls, coffee, 
 tea, berries with cream, frosted cake, and fruits. 
 Where could we expect anything like that nowf 
 
 The atmosphere of the school was that of a home. 
 Each girl's birthday was honored by a cake which 
 Wo as greatly delighted to bake as Mrs. Mills to 
 give. 
 
 Two, whose homes had been broken up, were 
 married with all the sweet home ceremony one in 
 Seminary Chapel, and one out under the oaks. 
 
 The study of Domestic Science was an uncharted 
 field in the earlier days, but in her weekly talks 
 to her girls, Mrs. Mills urged upon them the import- 
 ance of economy and efficiency, and gave them 
 many helpful suggestions as to the true way of 
 making home happy by their presence. 
 
 It troubled Mrs. Mills to have the impression 
 prevail that Mills girls dressed elaborately and 
 expensively, for she practiced and advocated sim- 
 plicity. 
 
 A visitor, who had raised the question, was asked 
 to stand where she could see the girls as they 
 passed, and to point out such as seemed to justify 
 her criticism. One was singled out from the rest, 
 and Mrs. Mills delighted to tell that this girl had 
 ripped, sponged, and pressed the goods and made 
 the dress she wore. Her cleverness and bearing 
 had won for her a distinction.
 
 October 5. 
 
 OME of my happiest girlhood recollections 
 | were with Mrs. Mills at dear Mills College. 
 
 My dear, dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 Your dear long letter came a few days ago. 
 How glad I was to get it, and hear all about Mills 
 and the dear friends there! 
 
 Life out in the world is very different from that 
 life there, and yet while one could not wish to be 
 always so protected, one must be thankful for the 
 poise and preparation received there. 
 
 I have plenty to do; am working hard all day, 
 and yet each night seems to see nothing done. I 
 have a large house. All the homes here are large 
 rambling affairs built after the old Spanish style. 
 
 How I wish I had a big bank account from 
 which I could draw and do something for Mills, 
 but you know how little a missionary has and how 
 many demands he has. Later I am hoping to send 
 a little gift, and though very small, I know every 
 little helps, and I am sure no big sum could be 
 given with any more love.
 
 October 6. 
 
 MY latest is a Temperance Society for poor 
 boys. I have twenty now, and have put 
 them to making cork picture frames for the 
 benefit of the society. Boys have to be doing 
 something, and they seem very much interested in 
 this. 
 
 With us winter is just beginning, and with you 
 such a wealth of flowers. How I should love to 
 go through the old grounds and just be free to 
 pick my fill of the dainty blossoms. I have never 
 seen anything in my life like the Mills roses. 
 
 You should see my little boy! He is such a dear 
 chubby fellow. . . . He is a great comfort to me. 
 I shall send a photo later. 
 
 Your letter was a great comfort. I owe you so 
 much unspeakable. 
 
 What I received at Mills is not to be measured 
 nor calculated in dollars and cents; and the more 
 I see of life, and the longer I live, the more thank- 
 ful I am for all I received while there. 
 
 Again much love, my dear Mrs. Mills. 
 Very lovingly yours,
 
 October 7. 
 
 A Greeting from President Mills for the College 
 Magazine. 
 
 AGBEETING from me is asked for the 
 Alumnae. What can I say in this brief space 
 of all that is in my heart! How I wish I 
 could look into every one of your dear faces, hear 
 again your merry voices, and give you the greeting 
 that is in my heart. 
 
 How the years slip away as I recall the school- 
 girl names, and go back in memory to the happy 
 days when you were our pupils, and our loving 
 daughters! How widely you are scattered, and 
 how varied have been your lives! 
 
 Very many of you have been successful teachers; 
 all of you useful in the community, the Sabbath- 
 school and the church, in organizations, religious 
 and literary and benevolent almost numberless. 
 
 Many of you are good doctors, nurses, librarians, 
 lecturers, writers, musicians. Many of you occupy 
 important positions as presidents of clubs and 
 societies; but best of all, a host of you are good 
 wives and mothers. Many of you are grandmothers, 
 and some great grandmothers. 
 
 Of our seven hundred graduates, very few not 
 fifty in number have been called from us to the 
 Better Land.
 
 October 8. 
 
 THE testimony that comes to us from you all 
 has done our hearts good. More anxious we 
 were to have you true, noble, winsome women 
 than to have you known among the world's dis- 
 tinguished ones. You have honored us at home 
 and abroad, and we thank you. 
 
 How I wish I had done more and better for you 
 when I had the opportunity, but I assure you I 
 thing of you, love you, and pray for you every day. 
 
 I have sympathized with you in your sorrows, 
 and rejoiced with you in your joys. 
 
 Come and visit your Alma Mater whenever you 
 can. A warm welcome in house and heart awaits 
 you always. 
 
 Be loyal! I know you will. Lend your help, 
 and stimulate others to help your Alma Mater so 
 that she may be all she should for you, California, 
 and the world.
 
 October 9. 
 
 TIME and busy cares temporarily dim many of 
 the words that were not only indelibly writ- 
 ten upon my memory, but became a part of 
 my young life. Coming as your letter did, a sweet 
 surprise to me in my own little home where baby 
 voices keep mother busy, away from Mills and the 
 girls, and all that life I held so dear, I am utterly 
 at loss to recall on the moment just what our be- 
 loved one used to say. I can see her, and I can 
 hear her, and I shall always remember and abide 
 by the lessons of her personal training, but I can 
 think only of times and places, when and where I 
 was most impressed by her wonderfully magnetic 
 and commanding personality. 
 
 Realizing the inestimable value of coming more 
 closely in contact with Mrs. Mills, I sometimes 
 went to her room on Friday evenings, if I thought 
 she was not pre-oceupied. 
 
 Often I stood and waited Teddy ready to spring 
 at my white shoes, for he disliked them quite as 
 much as did Mrs. Mills. Finally I would hear, 
 "Just a moment, dear, then you may come in." 
 
 Whenever I went into Mrs. Mills' hall it was 
 with nervous expectancy. The going seemed ter- 
 rible, but once in, Mrs. Mills holding my hand and 
 looking straight into my eyes, I felt I had awakened 
 in spiritual surroundings, and the light was dawn- 
 ing on all that previously seemed dark. 
 
 Often she spoke to me of joining the church. 
 One night she sent for me, and said: "My dear, 
 why are you not a member of our church f You 
 know I want all of my girls to be professed Chris- 
 tians before they go into the world." I said, "I 
 should like to be, but I cannot believe in all." She 
 said, "Why if God can make a little flower so 
 perfect and beautiful, and we know He can, you 
 must surely believe in the wonder of His work 
 in the human heart, as well."
 
 October 10. 
 
 1 THINK that Mrs. Mills was never more lovely 
 than at my first Alumnae Luncheon when she 
 stood up to speak to her girls. In tones half- 
 whispering as she tired at the end, she told us that 
 altho' she was to be succeeded by Dr. Carson, 
 she wanted us all to feel that Mills is ever our 
 home, and although she might not be present to 
 welcome us again, she wished us all to come back 
 and feel just the same, free and happy, and be 
 just as sweet to Dr. Carson as we had been to her. 
 
 How often she said, "I want my girls to make 
 good wives and mothers. Most of them are wives 
 and mothers, and I am glad." 
 
 Then she would tell of the one girl who had ten 
 sons wasn't it! and three daughters, and would 
 show the picture, and tell how proud she was of 
 them. I can see her cock her head a bit to one 
 side, smile Oh! ever so sweetly and say, with 
 slightly pursed lips, "And I am proud of the 
 mother. ' ' 
 
 She would often tell us we must keep accounts 
 in order to make efficient wives and mothers. 
 
 I could write on endlessly of my own experiences 
 while Mrs. Mills was supervising my bringing up; 
 always teaching me to be careful and cautious 
 not alone of my laundry, but of my health. 
 
 How well I remember the morning after prayers 
 that she sent me to change my waist because the 
 weather was cold, and my sleeves were short. 
 
 I fear all these are too personal; I can only say 
 that Mills to me cannot be Mills without that One 
 who was the essence of all that was grand and 
 noble an earthly example of the word Love.
 
 October 11. 
 
 NOT often is it permitted to have the sun in 
 life's day not only stand still, but also re- 
 treat backwards many degrees. 
 No day seems to have quite hours enough in 
 which to accomplish all one desires ere set of sun. 
 Yet days slip into weeks; and years, decades, sud- 
 denly confront us! Since when? Childhood! Youth! 
 Oh! those blessed long-flown times! 
 
 "I would I were a boy again," and "Backward, 
 turn backward, O, time in your flight, make me a 
 child again just for tonight" spring to the lips of 
 men and women, as a wave of homesickness for the 
 long ago surges over them. Even memory is not 
 given much opportunity to comfort one long; it is 
 soon lost in the demands of the present. 
 
 Into lives full and crowded with all the respon- 
 sibilities and cares of middle life has now entered 
 one whose simple presence has revolutionized the 
 calendar for us. 
 
 By the quiet wave of her magic hand all the web 
 spun by three decades, and more, has vanished. 
 
 We stand on the shores of our youth again, and 
 who is there of us whose heart is not thrilling 
 today with all the feelings of that period.
 
 October 12. 
 
 THE coining of Mr. and Mrs. Mills to Punahou 
 marked a new era in its existence. For 
 several months, the school had been without 
 a President and a warm welcome awaited the 
 arrival of one. 
 
 We cannot forget the thrill of excitement that 
 pervaded the school, as for the first time we saw 
 Mr. Mills upon the platform and Mrs. Mills beside 
 him. 
 
 We did not suppose we should have much to 
 do with her in time, we might perhaps make her 
 acquaintance, but our attention was centered that 
 first morning upon our new President. 
 
 Within a few days, however, a pleasant greet- 
 ing and inquiry from Mrs. Mills as to whether this 
 was Emma Smith or Mary Ellen Andrews, assured 
 us she was losing no time in meeting every one of 
 the pupils and establishing a preliminary acquaint- 
 ance. 
 
 In a few days, we heard that Mrs. Mills was to 
 teach some of the classes. We were not sure 
 whether we liked the idea. We had never had a 
 lady teacher, and there was no experience to assist 
 us in this new departure. 
 
 But it did not take her long to capture the citadel 
 of every heart. Words are too weak to tell of the 
 magical power she exercised over her pupils. 
 
 The doors she opened, the windows she flung 
 wide, the material she discovered and brought to 
 the front to work upon!
 
 October 13. 
 
 THE joy of growth, development, achievement 
 was beyond expression. It was such a de- 
 light to follow her leading. She aroused the 
 very best that was in one. She never permitted a 
 moment's discouragement. Ever and always we 
 were to try. 
 
 The ambitions of my life, I trace to the spirit 
 of her influence during those precious years. 
 
 She made the social life so bright and pleasant 
 among the boarders. She had a marvelous way of 
 finding out the birthdays of the pupils, and remem- 
 bering them with a large birthday cake in which 
 every one shared when the evening study hour was 
 over. 
 
 Even the day scholars were not forgotten. From 
 time to time some one would be invited to stay all 
 night, and then in the social hour would appear the 
 celebrated cake. One evening there were three 
 cakes, three birthdays being remembered together. 
 
 Memories cluster so rapidly words are too few 
 in which to voice all the depth and tenderness that 
 cling to each. 
 
 Forever inwoven with our beautiful youth; for- 
 ever a part of the lives we have rounded out in 
 later years, we can now only say: 
 
 For aye and for aye will we cherish thee, shrine 
 
 thee 
 
 Before thee swing incense of loyal devotion 
 Behind thee, will follow with consecrate striving, 
 The world to uplift, through a like inspiration.
 
 October 14. 
 
 Feb. 9, 1909. 
 
 MY dear Miss H . 
 Yesterday I paid a visit to Mills College. 
 How can I thank you sufficiently for your 
 letter of introduction to Mrs. Mills one of the 
 most, if not the most, remarkable women I have 
 ever met. 
 
 All in all, I say the most remarkable woman. 
 
 I never spent a half day so full of interest as the 
 time I spent there. 
 
 The woman so remarkable in herself and her 
 work well, I shall never see the like again. I 
 am most happy to have met such a rare woman, 
 and to have seen the school such an ideal school in 
 every particular. 
 
 I need not tell you that your name at the school 
 is loved and honored, and the fact that you intro- 
 duced me to Mrs. Mills gave me a welcome that I 
 seldom get anywhere. Wherever we went about 
 the buildings or grounds, if we met teacher or 
 servant, she would say, "This is a friend of Miss 
 Hatch," then a pleasant smile or word. . . . 
 
 Mrs. Mills took me into the small dining-room 
 and showed me where you used to sit; into the 
 pantry, and showed me the bread. The house is 
 so home-like pictures, flowers, pretty home things 
 everywhere. What a home it is for girls! The 
 lawn reminded me more of an English lawn than 
 anything I have seen in this country. 
 
 Before I left we returned to her room, and the 
 maid brought us in tea and cakes. Mrs. Mills 
 walked with me to the foot of the hill on the way 
 to the station, her pet, "Teddie, " was with her. 
 She seems to be in very good health, is very active 
 in her duties, and seems so happy. 
 
 I think no woman ever so impressed me with her 
 great moral worth, her unselfish life, her life of 
 the noblest sentiments as has this truly great 
 woman. I am so glad, so very glad to have met 
 her. 
 
 With much love,
 
 October 15. 
 
 A TYPE of good heroic womanhood." 
 Mrs. Mills stood to me for all that is 
 noble and good. The Christian welfare of 
 each girl in her keeping seemed to be of vital im- 
 portance to her. 
 
 While traveling in the East a few years ago, I 
 met a lady who had attended Mills College for a 
 short time. During our conversation I said that 
 upon my return I would tell Mrs. Mills I had met 
 and talked with one of her old pupils. She replied, 
 "I don't believe she would remember me." 
 
 When I did see Mrs. Mills, and told her of meet- 
 ing this lady, she remembered her very distinctly, 
 which goes to prove that her personal interest was 
 certainly in the individual. 
 
 I personally feel that through Mrs. Mills' loving 
 generosity, my daughter has had the foundation 
 laid of a good and noble womanhood. Often in the 
 daily affairs of life, I hear her say, "Mrs. Mills 
 told us to do thus or so." "Mrs. Mills would never 
 allow us to" so and so. It is thus her influence 
 for good will live on and on. 
 
 The day I had Mrs. Mills as my guest to view 
 from our window the parade in honor of our be- 
 loved President McKinley was indeed a memorable 
 one; a day which it will always be to me a joy 
 to remember. 
 
 Her charming graciousness as a guest in our 
 humble home was indeed a lesson such as the 
 Savior and Teacher of all mankind tried to instill 
 into the hearts of His followers that of meekness 
 and tenderness. 
 
 The good that Mrs. Mills spent her life to accom- 
 plish will live forever and ever, for "it is only 
 the good that we do and embody that is really 
 worth while," one great writer has so well said. 
 
 Indeed, I appreciate this opportunity to express 
 some few words of that Grand Good Woman, 
 Mrs. Mills.
 
 October 16. 
 
 AQUILA TOLMAN 
 
 Born 1705; died 1771. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' Paternal Great Grandfather.. 
 
 One man among a thousand have I found. Ecclesiastei 
 7:28. 
 
 For God pivc-tli to a man that is good in his eight 
 wisdom, and knowledge, and joy. Ecclesiastes 2:26. 
 
 THE SONG AT THE WHEEL. 
 
 A bird with its glory of plumage 
 
 Flew in at the kitchen door; 
 He perched on the kitchen table 
 
 While I scrubbed at the kitchen floor ^ 
 And he flooded each nook and corner 
 
 With the song from his swelling throat, 
 Till my soul forgetting its bondage, 
 
 Found its own, in each kindred note. 
 
 O, Spirit of song and beauty! 
 
 Thou immortal, with touch that's divine! 
 Not our toil at the Wheel can withhold thee 
 
 From the hearts thou knowest as thine. 
 Sing on, O my soul, sing forever, 
 
 'Midst the grime and the grind of my life, 
 Like the bird that sang his sweet message 
 
 Unheeding the sordid strife. 
 
 Sing on, till these walls are resplendent 
 
 With groinings of golden glow; 
 Till this humble door is a portal 
 
 Where angels shall come and go. 
 Sing on, in the joy of thy birthright, 
 
 Unhurt by the cares that are mine; 
 Sing on, O, my soul! sing forever, 
 
 For God and His worlds are thine. 
 
 AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL.
 
 Dear Mrs. Mills, 
 
 October 17. 
 
 May 22, 
 
 I want to thank you for the year I have just 
 had at the College; I feel I can never fully express 
 my thanks either in words or actions, for what has 
 been given me includes not only my instruction, 
 my delightful relations with students and teachers, 
 but something that comes in all and with all, that 
 makes me feel I am truly gaining that which will 
 be a sustaining power in my life forever. 
 
 As I have come to know you better from your 
 talks to us as a school and from my own talks 
 with you, you have become more and more an in- 
 spiration to me; one of my most cherished hopes 
 for next year is that I, as one of your senior girls, 
 may come to know you even better still. 
 
 The College, too, grows dearer to me! I am truly 
 proud of her, and it is my earnest prayer that I 
 may to some degree be worthy of her. 
 
 I trust that you will have a pleasant restful 
 vacation. I expect to remain at home, but a sum- 
 mer at home is always delightful. 
 
 Devotedly yours,
 
 October 18. 
 
 An Expression of My Esteem for, and Devotion to, 
 Mrs. Mills. 
 
 WE loved her because she loved us. She 
 touched the heart of every young girl who 
 knew her. The sweetest influence came 
 from her words and her life. 
 
 Work and study were encouraged, sweet and 
 refined thoughts were ever given. 
 
 The reading of the Scriptures, her prayers at 
 eventide, and the beautiful hymns sung by the 
 many happy girls, were an inspiration and some- 
 thing never to be forgotten by those who were 
 under her guidance. 
 
 The Christian life was made so plain and so 
 beautiful that one could not help accepting the 
 thoughts she gave. 
 
 May her good work go on, and may those in 
 authority be blessed in the understanding so wisely 
 carried on these many years by our beloved 
 Mrs. Mills. 
 
 Every one loved her. She was like some great 
 general in making people love her, and serve her. 
 
 She was a mother to all, and that is why, all 
 over the world, thousands of her "girls" think of 
 Mrs. Mills, smile reminiscently, then sigh to think 
 that such a great life has come to an earthly end. 
 
 May her work go on and on in praise of her!
 
 October 19. 
 
 Dear, dear Mrs. Mills, 
 
 I am so disappointed to have to leave without 
 seeing you. In my present state of mind I'd 
 probably drown you, for it is all I can do to say 
 good-bye to dear old Mills and all its dear people; 
 but I did want to express my heartfelt apprecia- 
 tion of the kindness that has been showered upon 
 me every day since I came, and to let you know 
 how much I love you, and all you stand for. 
 
 My privilege has indeed been great, and all the 
 more precious because it was never dreamed of as 
 possible four years ago. And now I am going 
 home, and begin to repay all that I possibly can. 
 
 One thing I can do this summer, and that is, 
 collect minerals for Prof. Keep's mineralogy class 
 and send them from time to time. I cannot help 
 financially, as much as my heart longs to, but I 
 can and will give a great deal in loyalty. . . . 
 
 My heart is full and it is hard to say good-bye, 
 but I must. May these last years be full of peace 
 and joy for you as the reward for the happiness 
 you have shed in our little home. 
 
 Yours most lovingly,
 
 October 20. 
 
 MY first recollection of Mrs. Mills is of seeing 
 her as a supposed visitor in our Mental 
 Arithmetic class in Benicia, little supposing 
 that she was soon to play so important a part in 
 our school life. 
 
 Very shortly after, October 20, 1865, Mrs. Mills 
 established the delightful custom of providing a 
 birthday cake for each pupil in her turn. Mine was 
 the first, a fact that Mrs. Mills always remembered, 
 as needless to say, I did also. 
 
 It was such a surprise, too! We had been for 
 a moonlight walk to the beach a rare treat, and 
 upon our return, were ushered into one of the reci- 
 tation rooms where a large frosted cake in honor 
 of my birthday was awaiting us. There was some 
 pretty little ceremony in connection therewith, but 
 the cake was the principal thing. 
 
 For many years thereafter there was a cake for 
 every birthday. So I always feel that Mrs. Mills' 
 memory should be linked with the birthday idea; 
 she made so much of it. 
 
 As I have been thinking of Mrs. Mills in con- 
 nection with this memorial, and of the good she 
 was so constantly doing in so whole-hearted and 
 generous a way, it has also come most forcibly to 
 me that I cannot think of her as ever saying the 
 bitter or unforgiving word. "I am sorry that she 
 feels so," or "That it has happened," and the 
 pathos of her voice expressed more than the words, 
 when some one had failed to understand her or 
 had repaid her kindness with forgetfulness or in- 
 gratitude. 
 
 Neither did she treasure it up or retaliate; her 
 forgiveness was complete. 
 
 So many failed her, too, I have often wondered 
 how she could give herself, her time, her strength, 
 her means so trustingly; so spontaneously. 
 
 (See May 31)
 
 October 21. 
 
 THE Twenty-third Psalm was a great favorite 
 with her. The book of John she could almost 
 repeat, also much of the other gospels. 
 "Abide with Me" and "Blest be the tie that binds 
 our hearts in Christian love" were never omitted 
 on those Sunday evenings when, favorite hymns 
 were selected. 
 
 One day I was asked why I wore a silk dress 
 and velvet basque for school. I said I had nothing 
 else. Mrs. Mills replied, "Poor Flora MeFlimsey, " 
 and I soon discarded the dress. I think it was on 
 this occasion, too, when Mrs. Mills said that other 
 girls would be more comfortable if some of us 
 wore plainer clothes, that I said "I didn't think." 
 I shall never forget the snap of fire from those 
 wonderful eyes as I was taken by both arms with 
 a half -shake and a half smile, "My child, you are 
 here to think. ' ' That sentence was so much to 
 me. 
 
 I always loved Mrs. Mills. One night late I was 
 sent to her to report, having been an accomplice in 
 some prank. After talking a moment, she noticed 
 that I was cold and chilly. She ran into her office, 
 came out with a glass of port wine, had me drink 
 it, then sent me to bed without another word. 
 That ended my pranks. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' corrections and admonitions were 
 always so just, so deserved, and so tactfully given 
 that I could but think of all she had to forgive and 
 be patient with, and so during my seven terms 
 under her I never felt a particle of fear or awe in 
 any way. By the many thoughtful things she said 
 to me and of me, I am sure she knew and under- 
 stood and appreciated this.
 
 October 22. 
 
 My dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 When I say good-bye to you tomorrow, I know 
 that words will wholly desert me. At no time can 
 I find those that will even begin to tell you the 
 feeling of my heart. 
 
 I only pray to God a fervent prayer that you 
 may realize my gratitude and my love, and the 
 depths of them. 
 
 I pray, too often and often and I shall not 
 stop that praying, that some way may be given 
 me of proving my gratitude. If in my Art study, 
 I in any way succeed, it will be because you have 
 given me this rich beginning. 
 
 All that my life is with all that is in its future, 
 has been moulded and shaped here. I have worked 
 imperfectly, with so very many faults, but with 
 all my heart I have tried to receive and to make 
 my own, the great things that have been given me. 
 
 My constant prayer is for you for your joy in 
 the realization of the magnificent work that you 
 have done and are doing and for Mills College 
 for those gifts that will make it what you and these 
 others who so earnestly work with you, wish it to 
 be. 
 
 With my love and my gratefulness, 
 
 Mills College, 
 May 23, 1907.
 
 October 23. 
 
 |V /I AY our Lord teach you how to walk through 
 I y I the ways of time and yet breathe the air 
 of eternity. May the breezes from the 
 hills of God blow down the vale and in their in- 
 spiration may you find your strength." 
 
 Friday Evening. 
 My dear, dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 .Since your letter of last week I have thought of 
 you so much, and hoped that the Alumnae meet- 
 ing might not tempt you to overtax your strength. 
 
 Miss Bushnell writes that you are still confined 
 to your room. I do hope they are taking good 
 care of you, and that when you do get out again, 
 you will let others shoulder the burdens and the 
 excitement of Commencement week. . . . 
 
 My heart goes out to you in loving sympathy 
 for I know how hard it is for you to be kept quiet 
 this time of all others, and how many things you 
 want to be up for and doing. . . . 
 
 Nellie B is coming from Dallas next month. 
 
 She writes that she is "so anxious to see Mrs. Mills 
 again. I did so enjoy the little time we were 
 together on my last trip, and the memory of it has 
 been more than pleasant." 
 
 Just as your last visit here has been a bright 
 spot to me, my dear, dear friend. 
 
 All join me in loving greetings and hopes for your 
 speedy recovery. 
 
 With deepest, tenderest love and a heart full of 
 affectionate gratitude for all that you have been 
 to me these twenty-five years, 
 
 I am always yours fondly,
 
 October 24. 
 
 January 4, 1897. 
 121 Avenue Wagrara. 
 
 My dearest Mrs. Mills, 
 
 Very dear friend. 
 
 We all wish you a happy New Year with all our 
 hearts. 
 
 Only by a mere chance we are at home during 
 these holidays. I was engaged in Russia, and 
 expected to sing there all the winter in St. 
 Petersburg, Moscow, Kieff, and Warsaw, but at the 
 close of my St. Petersburg engagement was taken 
 ill, from the bad water (no one told me I should 
 not drink it) so I gave up my engagements, and 
 came home to take care of myself. 
 
 I am quite myself already, thanks to my dear 
 husband's good care and my baby's sweet kisses 
 that I think will cure almost any illness. So 'we 
 had our Christmas tree and costume party and all 
 the amusements that so delighted our darling, for 
 it is for her, of course, that we do it all. 
 
 Mignon sang and danced like an angeT. . . . 
 
 Mignon has written you a line herself. She loves 
 you as if she had known you all her life. 
 
 They are waiting for me in Russia, but I think 
 I shall leave them at least this year . . . and 
 shall probably sing in Florence next month. 
 
 With love and every good wish for the New Year, 
 Your affectionate and ever grateful child, 
 
 EMMA NEVADA PALMER, J'i foi.
 
 October 25. 
 
 Chere Mrs. Mills: 
 
 Je vous souhaite une bonne annee. Nous avons 
 eu un tres bel arbre de Noel et nous avons bien 
 pens6 a vous. Je vous remercie de tout mon coeur 
 du joli mouchoir, et de la belle image que vous 
 m' avez envoyes. De tous les cadeaux que j'ai 
 recus, c' est celui qui m' a fait le plus plaisir. 
 
 Je ne vous ai jamais vue, mais je vous aime 
 autant que si je vous connaissais depuis bien long- 
 temps. 
 
 J' ai toujours desire aller chez vous comme 
 maman, mais comment laisser ma chere maman et 
 mon bon papa, je les aime trop pour cela, mais 
 s'ils venient avec moi, oui. 
 
 Je parle 1' Anglais et je le Us mais je ne 1'ecris 
 pas encore voila pourquoi je vous ecris en fran<jais. 
 
 J'espere toujours aller a Mills. 
 
 Je vous aime et je garderai toujours tres pre- 
 cieusement ce beau mouchoir ainsi que 1 'image. 
 
 Je vous embrasse bien, et de tout mon coeur. 
 
 MIGNON. 
 (1897) 
 
 Paris, 127 Avenue de Wagram, 
 
 11 January, 1898. 
 Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 I wish you a Happy New Year, and a lot of 
 love. Many, many thanks for the beautiful cal- 
 endar you had the kindness to send me for Christ- 
 mas. The little pug dogs on it are darlings, and 
 one of them is the real image of my own little 
 pug, Borneo. 
 
 I wish I could kiss you now, this minute. 
 
 I hope you have not in California weather like 
 we have here. It is raining nearli all the time. 
 
 I am glad that my dear Papa and Mama have 
 come back because they were gone two big months 
 away. . . . 
 
 I must leave you now to studi my lessons. You 
 see I am learning to write in English this last year. 
 I do not spell well yet. I kisse you very hard, and 
 wish you a lot of happiness. 
 
 I love you very, very much, 
 
 MIGNON.
 
 October 26. 
 
 THE newspaper clipping from which the follow- 
 ing is copied, gave Mrs. Mills a personal 
 pleasure, for Mignon, or ' ' Gloria ' ' as she was 
 called at the College, from her wealth of golden 
 hair and beaming countenance, she regarded as a 
 granddaughter a very loving and lovely grand- 
 daughter, too. 
 
 "It is Mignon 's matinee," wrote Mme. Nevada- 
 Palmer at the end of her invitation to her intimate 
 friends for the fete given by her on Thursday 
 afternoon, and "Mignon matinee" it was, for never 
 did the gifted and talented child give her friends 
 more pleasure by her artistic singing and dancing. 
 Dressed in white, with her long golden curls hang- 
 ing over her shoulders, and holding a bunch of 
 white lilacs in her tiny hands, she looked like a 
 little angel as she stood on an estrade overhung 
 with palms. Her execution of 'Las Enfants, ' by 
 Massenet, and Arditi's waltz, 'II Bacio, ' was really 
 wonderful. She sang in German for us too, and 
 the charming song 'The Sleepy Little Sister,' by 
 Mr. Sebastian Schlesinger, who accompanied her. 
 
 . . . Then Mignon danced with the grace of a 
 youthful Loie Fuller, a series of serpentine dances, 
 the electric colored lights being admirably arranged 
 by Doctor Palmer. Among the guests were Sir 
 Campbell Clark and Lady Clark, the Marquis de 
 Castone and Mme. Marchesi, Mrs. Lymon Collins, 
 the Comtesse Eene de Coetlogon, Mme. Koenig, 
 Miss Minnie Tracy, Miss Bullet, Miss Berthe 
 Schlesinger, M. Harold Bauer, Mr. M. P. Main, 
 Messrs. Frank Holman and Holman Black."
 
 October 27. 
 
 A note written in Benicia. 
 
 Still Hour, May 28. 
 Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 I think I have really found my dear Saviour, and 
 I know I love him, but sometimes I do that which 
 is far from right, and I do pray earnestly that I 
 may overcome my faults. 
 
 I thank you for all you have done for me. I 
 cannot tell you how much you have helped me in 
 the right path, and ask you that in your prayers 
 you will remember me. 
 
 Yours truly, 
 
 Note the formal complimentary close, as com- 
 pared with the more spontaneous expression that 
 precedes the signature in letters of recent years. 
 
 May 11, 1908. 
 Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 You cannot imagine what happiness it was for 
 me the other day, to have seen you. 
 
 To me, you looked just beautiful. Oh! what a 
 glad surprise to have found you looking exactly 
 as you did twenty-six years ago. 
 
 When I think of those vanished years I realize 
 that Mills has always been the oasis in the desert 
 of my life. 
 
 ******* 
 
 Dear kind friend, I pray sincerely that God will 
 continue to bless you in the future as He has done 
 in the past. 
 
 To me you are a saint, forever enshrined in the 
 Sanctuary of my being, and your life-work has 
 made you a heroine and a benediction to the 
 women of California. 
 
 Hoping to see you soon again, and with best 
 wishes for your welfare and happiness. 
 
 Always yours lovingly,
 
 October 28. 
 
 MB. LUCIUS TOLMAN. 
 
 Born 1823; died 1871. 
 Husband of Mrs. Mills' Sister, Julia. 
 
 From "Daily Food" texts; Miss Julia's book. 
 
 Julia Tolman and Lucius Alden Tolman were 
 married June 16, 1862. 
 
 He keepeth the paths of judgment, and preserveth the 
 ways of his saints. Prov. 2:8. 
 
 Make me to walk in thy commands, 
 
 Tis a delightful road: 
 Nor let my head or heart or hands 
 
 Offend against my God. 
 
 I will run the way of thy commandments when thou 
 shall enlarge my heart. Psalm 119:32. 
 
 I 
 
 WAS at Benicia two years, and then we moved 
 to the new home the beautiful Mills College 
 of the present. 
 
 Our first days were darkened by the falling 
 asleep of Mr. Tolman, whom many of us knew to 
 honor and to esteem. 
 
 Just as the merry girls came flocking to the new 
 home, his kindly spirit passed away to the Heavenly 
 Home, leaving loving hearts to cherish a bright 
 and loving memory. 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. Tolman came to California in 1870. 
 
 Mrs. Tolman returned east after her husband's 
 death. She did not rally from the shock of it, and 
 went to join him before the year had closed.
 
 October 29. 
 
 Thanksgiving Greeting, 1906. 
 
 Mrs. C. T. Mills. 
 
 My Dear Sweet Friend: 
 
 I want to tell you by pen as I cannot by spoken 
 word, for the tears, how I appreciate the home I 
 have with you. 
 
 When I allow myself to think of the scenes of 
 April 19th the utter desolation of spirit in which 
 I sat down at a near street corner on somebody's 
 box, and looked on while my income was swept 
 out of existence and my house and dear souvenirs 
 of a life's love vanished in flames sat and thought 
 of my age and loneliness when I think of those 
 hours in what would have been grey dawn if it had 
 not been fire red, I can only wipe my eyes as I am 
 doing now, and thank God and you. 
 
 I do not mean that I today would have been in 
 the parks like those poor bedraggled ones, but I 
 might well have been in some lonely rooms or an 
 average hotel with uncongenial people, instead of 
 being in this beautiful place where I am treated by 
 you and yours not only as an honored guest, but 
 also as a beloved friend. 
 
 It is not a question of money, but of what God 
 loves the keeping of my brother. 
 
 I can only try to tell you what I feel, but God 
 knows, and sometime, you will hear the angels chant 
 the story amid a great chorus of similar deeds. 
 
 Some seer has said that our heavenly mansions 
 are decorated on their inner walls by pictures of 
 our good works on earth. 
 
 I think of the wondrous gallery which will greet 
 your eyes. Not least among these scenes will 
 
 be that of the "Open Portals" for the homeless. 
 
 May the Guardian Spirits wait long before they 
 bear you to the Presence of the Master. 
 
 Lovingly and gratefully, 
 November 29, 1906.
 
 October 30. 
 
 (For a birthday of October 31) 
 
 FROM the New Testament the favorite Scripture 
 passages loved all my life thro' Mrs. Mills' 
 frequent use and application are: 
 
 Matthew 6:3-8, 33, 34; in fact all the Chapter. 
 
 Matthew 8:11-14 Bomans 
 
 13:10 
 
 11:28-30 
 
 12:1,2,10,11 
 
 25:21,29,34-40 
 
 14:17 
 
 Mark 8:34-38 I. Cor. 
 
 2:9 
 
 12:29-31 
 
 10:12,13 
 
 14:38 
 
 16:13 
 
 Luke 19:10 
 
 15:58 
 
 John 4:24 
 
 3:5 
 
 6:27,33,35,63 Gal. 
 
 6:9 
 
 14 entire Eph. 
 
 4:22-25 
 
 15 entire 
 
 6:10-18 
 
 Romans 6:23 Phil. 
 
 2:5,9-11 
 
 8:26-28,31,35,37-39 
 
 
 Beatitudes and Commandments. 
 
 
 February, 1891. 
 Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 I cannot let this precious occasion pass without 
 
 expressing my great thankfulness at 's wise 
 
 decision. 
 
 I feel she has thoroughly considered the great 
 responsibility of uniting with the church, and will 
 try to do the best she can which is as near as 
 possible for us to become a Christian on this earth. 
 
 I pray she may never have her faith shaken 
 from its foundations. 
 
 ***** 
 
 I am happy to have her make this choice while 
 with you, knowing it will be wisely fostered dur- 
 ing her life with you. 
 
 Ever in love, 
 
 The above letter from a mother, to Mrs. Mills, 
 speaks for itself.
 
 October 31. 
 
 MISS ELLEN BUSHNELL. 
 
 Faculty Member. 
 
 Died 1898. 
 
 San Francisco, October 31, 1897. 
 
 My Dear Mills Friends: 
 
 I cannot tell you how surprised and touched I 
 was, on opening Miss Tolman 's letter, to find such 
 a loving and generous remembrance from the dear 
 Mills College friends. 
 
 I said to myself: "What am I, or what claim 
 have I upon their generosity, that they should thus 
 honor me, so?" 
 
 I cannot find words to express my thanks, but in 
 my heart the memory will ever remain. 
 
 I feel most unworthy to receive such a gift, but 
 it will cheer my heart in the days to come to recall 
 your affectionate sympathy. 
 
 Remember me in your prayers, and God grant I 
 may be in time restored to you, and be able to take 
 up some of the work so near my heart; if not may 
 I cheerfully say "Thy will be done." 
 
 Thank you one and all. 
 
 Yours most sincerely, 
 
 E. W. BUSHNELL. 
 
 Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 ******* 
 
 I can not understand God's dealings, but He 
 assures me that "when I pass through the waters 
 He will be with me," and so I am trying to trust. 
 
 "It is better to walk with God in the dark than 
 alone in the light." 
 
 I want to thank you for all your kindness to me, 
 and the brightness you have added to my life. . . . 
 
 I cannot look further into the future than today, 
 but living or dying I belong to the Lord. 
 
 With warmest love, 
 
 Affectionately, 
 
 E. W. BUSHNELL. 
 
 Our beloved Nellie Bushnell whom God called 
 home in the prime of her womanhood. 
 
 We feel like speaking of her with bowed head 
 and bated breath beautiful was she in life and 
 beautiful in death. 
 
 "He giveth His beloved sleep."
 
 LATEST PHOTOGRAPH OF MRS. MILLS
 
 ON the following pages, up to November 18, 
 unless devoted to special birthday dates, are 
 given selections from addresses, congratula- 
 tory messages, and other items of interest in com- 
 memoration of 
 
 The Eightieth Birthday of 
 
 Mrs. Susan Lincoln Mills, 
 
 November 18, 1905. 
 
 This was a most notable occasion and one in 
 which all Alumnae of Mills have reason to feel a 
 personal pride; especially in the fact of having 
 known and been under her who was the just recip- 
 ient of such honor as was accorded her upon this 
 occasion. 
 
 Well might she have said to us, in Browning's 
 words: 
 
 "Grow old along with me! 
 
 The best is yet to be, 
 
 The last of life, for which the first was made; 
 Our times are in His hand 
 Who saith, 'A whole I planned, 
 Youth shows but half: trust God; see all, 
 Nor be afraid.' " 
 
 The arrangements on this occasion were ably 
 planned and admirably carried out by and under 
 the direction of Dr. Louis Lisser, then Dean of the 
 Department of Music at Mills College, now the 
 Dean Emeritus.
 
 I 
 
 November 1. 
 
 NTERESTING programs of exercises were carried 
 out in connection with the notable occasion. 
 
 On the evening of November the seventeenth, 
 a reception in honor of President Mills was held at 
 Century Hall, in San Francisco. Literary exercises 
 were held in Lisser Hall, Mills College, on the after- 
 noon of the eighteenth. 
 
 These were followed by a reception in Mills Hall, 
 the main building. 
 
 On the afternoon of the seventeenth, the students 
 had a basketball game on the College Campus, and 
 on the evening of the eighteenth presented tableaux 
 and a play in Lisser Hall. 
 
 The White and Gold, the College magazine, pre- 
 sented its issue of November-December, 1905, as an 
 "Anniversary Number Commemorating the Eigh- 
 tieth Birthday of Mrs. Susan Lincoln Mills." 
 
 Quite a full account of all exercises and addresses 
 is given, and from it most of the selections of the 
 following pages have been made. 
 
 The poem sent by Professor Elmer E. Brown, 
 II. S. Commissioner of Education, now Chancellor 
 of the University of New York, is given under date 
 of November the seventeenth.
 
 November 2. 
 
 THE invitation, on satin, hand-lettered and beau- 
 tifully illuminated, was presented to Mrs. 
 Mills. 
 
 It reads: 
 Mrs. C. T. Mills, 
 
 Dear and Honored Madam: 
 
 The Board of Trustees of Mills College and Sem- 
 inary, the Faculty, the Alumnae, the Students, and 
 the Members of the Mills Club, desiring to com- 
 memorate your long-continued and distinguished 
 services in the cause of education, also to give op- 
 portunity for the expression of the high and honored 
 place you hold in the public esteem, and to bring 
 you the tribute of warm affection and reverent 
 regard felt by your many hundreds of grateful 
 pupils and devoted friends, have proposed to cele- 
 brate with fitting ceremonies the Eightieth Anni- 
 versary of Your Birthday, and unite in requesting 
 the honor of your presence at a Reception to be 
 given at Century Club Hall, San Francisco, Friday 
 afternoon, November the seventeenth, from two 
 until five; at the Exercises to be held at Lisser 
 Hall, Mills College, on Saturday at two o'clock, 
 November the eighteenth, nineteen hundred and 
 five.
 
 November 3. 
 
 The Eeception at Century Hall, San Francisco. 
 
 OLD SOL has a reputation for being auspicious 
 on Mills days, and he could not afford to 
 prove the rule by allowing the exception on 
 this day, one of the most memorable in the history 
 of our College, namely, the day set apart for the 
 celebration of the eightieth birthday of our beloved 
 and honored President, Susan Lincoln Mills. 
 
 Such a happy occasion, the friends and daughters 
 of Mills College have seldom witnessed and it 
 would indeed take a master pen to portray fittingly, 
 the beauty of the scene, the rich blending and 
 changing of color, the perfume of the flowers, the 
 strains of music, the murmur of voices, and the 
 loyal and reverent attitude of every member of the 
 assembled company toward the gracious and modest 
 little mother, who, in her usual way, thought not of 
 her own honor and position, but constantly strove 
 to increase the pleasure and joy of every one about 
 her. 
 
 There was a loving greeting for each comer, a 
 reminiscence, a word of praise or commendation. 
 
 One of Mrs. Mills' especial graces is her ability 
 to remember faces and names, and as girls of the 
 seventies and eighties and nineties came forward, 
 there was not one name misplaced, not one face for- 
 gotten.
 
 November 4. 
 
 IP, perchance, some one of the three thousand 
 young women who have passed through Mills 
 portals, was unable to be present on the memor- 
 able occasion, in fancy let her climb the broad 
 winding stairway, leading to the beautiful reception 
 hall of the Century Club. 
 
 Now let her pause at the doorway for a moment. 
 How quickly her eye rests upon the airy, graceful 
 festoons of white and gold, and how her heart 
 thrills with loyalty, as she espies the scores of Mills 
 pennants and feathery chrysanthemums, tinted and 
 fashioned by a kind providence, especially for Mills 
 girls! 
 
 But while she is lost for this one brief moment 
 in thought, a College mate, whom she has not seen, 
 perchance, for years, quickly grasps her by the 
 hand and leads her away in triumph to greet 
 President Mills and the other ladies of the receiv- 
 ing party. 
 
 Memories crowd thick and fast upon her, and as 
 she clasps the dear hand and hears again the fa- 
 miliar voice, words fail to express the gratitude 
 and love in her heart. 
 
 Soon she is chatting with some member of the 
 faculty, or with a trustee; or, perchance, she is 
 introduced to a young girl whose face and manner 
 are strangely familiar, and whom in a moment she 
 recognizes as the daughter of her dearest class- 
 mate. . . . 
 
 Wherever she turns, she is sure to find friends, 
 and friends are sure to find her. 
 
 The time has come to say farewell, but she leaves 
 President Mills and all her friends with a greater 
 love and loyalty than ever before, and sne Is proud 
 to be one of the Alumnae, who, together with the 
 Faculty and Trustees and Mills Club, have made 
 President Mills' Birthday Reception one of the hap- 
 piest occasions of this year, and of years to come.
 
 November 5. 
 
 Ceremonies in Lisser Hall, Mills College. 
 
 ON the afternoon of November the eighteenth, 
 the formal exercises in honor of her work 
 and her public service were given in Lisser 
 Hall. 
 
 Mrs. Mills entered the Hall escorted by the Pres- 
 ident of the Board of Trustees, 
 
 Mr. Charles E. Brown 
 
 of Oakland, followed by Trustees, Speakers of the 
 Day, and Faculty. 
 
 As she entered and walked up the aisle to the 
 platform, she was greeted by an outburst of melody 
 from the organ, and by much applause and a hearty 
 welcome on the part of the assembly. 
 
 The exercises were opened with prayer by Dr. 
 McLean, and an anthem by the choral class. 
 
 Mr. Brown, after a happily worded greeting, in- 
 troduced Professor Gayley, who spoke in the place 
 of President Wheeler of the University of Cali- 
 fornia. 
 
 Mr. Brown read Professor Elmer E. Brown's 
 beautiful poem to Mrs. Mills upon her eightieth 
 birthday. 
 
 Professor Stillman of Stanford, representing 
 President Jordan, recalled his thirty years of 
 friendship with Dr. and Mrs. Mills in a very felic- 
 itous way, and paid a high tribute to Mrs. Mills' 
 contribution to the educational life of our State. 
 
 Judge Morrow responded happily to his introduc- 
 tion in a speech full of his characteristic and de- 
 lightful humor and warm appreciation. 
 
 Honorable Warren Olney spoke for the Trustees. 
 
 Thomas F. Kirk, State Superintendent of Instruc- 
 tion, gave words of congratulation and appreciation 
 of President Mills' service as an educator. 
 
 Miss Mabel Thayer Gray spoke for the Alumnae, 
 Mrs. Corennah Wilson Wright, for the Mills Club, 
 Miss Clara K. Wittenmyer, for the Mills Faculty.
 
 November 6. 
 
 ALTHO' the influence of her wonderful per- 
 sonality in the life of the school was dwelt 
 upon, it was a real regret that in the brief 
 time allotted, more could not be said to express our 
 deep appreciation of the great self-denial, large- 
 hearted devotion and the wisdom of Mrs. Mills as 
 well as the courage of her long years of labor alone, 
 yet it was the reverent thought of all our hearts 
 and, after all, silence was, perhaps, more eloquent 
 than words could have been. 
 
 Dr. Lisser, the executive head of the exercises 
 of the day, named the senders of many congrat- 
 ulatory telegrams which came from all parts of the 
 world, but the late hour precluded the reading of 
 most of these messages. 
 
 After an anthem by the choral class, adjourn- 
 ment was taken to Mills Hall where Mrs. Mills 
 received the hearty congratulations of her friends, 
 and their compliments upon her splendid vigor, her 
 eighty years of youth, and the promise of good 
 things yet in store for her. 
 
 The twilight gradually gathered as the guests 
 departed and evening fell upon one of the most 
 happy valuable days in the history of the College; 
 a day in which every student present felt it to be 
 one of the privileges of her college life to share 
 to get a little glimpse of what it has meant to 
 found the College and sustain it during all its years 
 of growth.
 
 November 7. 
 
 MES. MILLS, we bear you the felicitations of 
 the University of California. We congrat- 
 ulate you on founding and fostering this 
 College whence have gone forth so many noble 
 women with love for you in their hearts and high 
 ideals for mankind; a Woman's College with as 
 important a service to perform as either of the 
 great universities; a College, we believe, destined 
 to bless the womanhood of this State far beyond 
 the dreams of its most ardent advocates, its dearest 
 supporters. 
 
 We felicitate you upon the fulfillment of your 
 eightieth year of mortal life; the first stadium of 
 your youth immortal. 
 
 It is a great pleasure to be present on this 
 occasion and pay a deserved tribute of respect to 
 Mrs. Mills and congratulate her in the name of all 
 the good people of this State on the monumental 
 work she has accomplished in the organization and 
 development of this magnificent institution. 
 
 The celebration of a birthday of this character, 
 is something more than a personal matter; it is of 
 public interest; it is an affair of the State; it be- 
 longs to the history of the time. . . . 
 
 Now Mrs. Mills, in looking back over her years 
 of devoted active and successful labor, must take 
 great pleasure ... in realizing that she has been 
 one of the pioneers in this splendid era of intelli- 
 gent progress in the higher education of women. 
 
 With loving regard for her useful life, and grate- 
 ful acknowledgment of her moral worth, and with 
 kindly appreciation of her genial, loving soul, we 
 invoke for her future years which we hope may 
 be many the choicest blessings within the gift of 
 the Divine Euler.
 
 November 8. 
 
 THERE is a certain church, in the far East, to 
 which, at a particular service each year, the 
 people bring their torches; they light them 
 at the altar, and then bear them through the streets 
 to their homes in every quarter thus illuming the 
 city to its uttermost parts. 
 
 Each year, from out these doors pass a group of 
 graduates, bearing throughout the world torches 
 lighted at this altar of learning. 
 
 To some are given the responsibility of brighter 
 flames as to her, who charms the whole world with 
 her song; or to her, who at our government's ap- 
 pointment has chief care of our Army and Navy's 
 sick; and to others who have won local fame by 
 professional careers. But the greater number by 
 far, carry theirs to light a fire on their own hearth- 
 stone, and who shall say that these do not shed a 
 farther beam? 
 
 It is not well for daughters to protest too much 
 in public their love for their mother; but rather 
 to show their "bringing up" by their living, and 
 their appreciation of it, by their interest in the 
 younger members of the family. Now that we are 
 grown up, we realize our responsibility in this 
 mother and appreciate as never before that the 
 future welfare of the college lies with us, quite as 
 much as with the Trustees and the Faculty. 
 
 ' ' Though it is a far cry from Dawson to Chili, 
 and from Holland to Mexico, we, the Alumnae, are 
 all bound together and to California by the one 
 unseverable bond our love for Mills."
 
 November 9. 
 
 A Birthday Page. 
 
 WEEN death separated these two devoted help- 
 mates, the Seminary was plunged into 
 mourning, and the task of guiding the in- 
 stitution through sunny and stormy days fell upon 
 the brave little mother's shoulders. 
 
 How well she succeeded all the world of education 
 knows, and her gift to her beloved California, 
 State of her adoption, was a western Woman's 
 College. 
 
 Her influence is and always will be felt through- 
 out the State, beyond its borders into other states, 
 and across the waters into foreign lands. 
 
 From the homes of "Mills girls" radiate the 
 ideals which were implanted in their minds during 
 their life on the campus and in the home of Mills 
 Seminary, now Mills College. 
 
 The College has inherited a great gift; the gift 
 of the loyal daughters of Mr. and Mrs. Mills, who 
 as they have gone into the world, have made records 
 to be proud of. Will our College years hence bear 
 up the record of the history of Mills Seminary, 
 and add to its greatness? 
 
 We "Mills girls" answer "yes, the influence of 
 our Alma Mater parents will grow as the years 
 come and go, and Mills will become one of the 
 institutions that California and Californlans are 
 proud of." 
 
 To one Sunday morning I can trace my first 
 recollection of Mr. and Mrs. Cyrus T. Mills, my 
 beloved Alma Mater parents. We had just bought 
 a home on the avenue. We went to the Seminary 
 to attend service, but were informed upon arriving 
 there that it was vacation and services were dis- 
 continued until after the Christmas vacation. 
 
 We were invited into the sitting-room, and there 
 met Mr. Mills. For a long time I had looked for- 
 ward to the time I should be known as a " Milla 
 girl," and I had heard much talk of the founders 
 of the school, so had pictured Mr. Mills in my mind. 
 I expected to see a tall severe man, but to my 
 amazement a small gentleman with kindly face 
 greeted us. He impressed me more than did his 
 wife, and the picture in my memory is when 
 Mrs. Mills said, "Cyrus, the sun is shining through 
 that upper shutter; will you please close itt" 
 "Certainly, my dear," replied Mr. Mills.
 
 November 10. 
 
 MRS. MILLS has lived to see her Seminary 
 grown into a College chartered by the State 
 to confer degrees. Its three courses have 
 been arranged, amended, and revised to conform 
 with like lines of study at our Universities. Here, 
 however, we have what no University can well in- 
 corporate with its larger organization, namely, a dis- 
 tinctive home life in which the resident teachers 
 may unite to create and maintain an atmosphere 
 that will pervade the life of every true Mills girl 
 who shall thus go forth into the world to "glorify 
 the commonplace." 
 
 We embrace this opportunity to express our 
 earnest hope that means may soon be taken to 
 grant State Teachers' Certificates to our qualified 
 College graduates without necessitating loss of time 
 and needless expense. Scores of our girls, even 
 from the Seminary, teach with success, entering 
 that station in life well disciplined, well-rounded, 
 and with that sympathetic kindliness, even temper, 
 and sincerity that are the "potential agencies by 
 which to win, direct, and control pupils." 
 
 Conscientious instructors who have with pains- 
 taking personal care molded the mind, disciplined 
 the thought, inspired to high ideals follow with 
 intense interest those who cross the threshold of 
 school-life to join the teaching force. Should we 
 not justly experience the certain humiliation that 
 comes to one who knows the qualifications the grad- 
 uate has developed under the influences here given, 
 when she must assiduously review the three E's to 
 pass the ordeal of a county examination else must 
 take a Normal School course for a certificate, or 
 attend a University to receive a degree therefrom. 
 What a disparagement upon that recommended by 
 us and conferred thro' her who is perhaps the oldest 
 College President in America. (See Nov. 11)
 
 November 11. 
 
 WHY cannot a young woman trained here, be 
 eligible to a certificate upon recommenda- 
 tion of President and those members of the 
 Faculty who have close personal knowledge of the 
 qualifications educational, temperamental, and dis- 
 ciplinary, fitting her for success in such calling? 
 
 It is establishing no precedent. 
 It is eminently fitting and right. 
 
 It is a measure that should be introduced and 
 should receive the unanimous support of those in 
 position to favor it. May President Mills be made 
 to rejoice thro' the enactment of such a measure 
 in the near future. 
 
 The personnel of the Faculty repeatedly changes, 
 yet seems it as one, because so guided and directed 
 by her who has presided over all, for a period of 
 forty years; at first as the constant aid and support 
 of her husband, Dr. Mills, and later alone except 
 for the abiding presence of his counsels and his 
 hopes. We cannot separate the woman and the 
 work. Her personality, her wonderful knowledge 
 of and supervision over the minutest detail of 
 the life here, whether of employee, student, or 
 teacher, is marvelous in its comprehensiveness, mak- 
 ing her the magnetic center from which all else 
 emanates, as radii to a circumference which at every 
 point responds to the contact. 
 
 Those who regard us as under an influence not 
 in keeping with the progressive ideas of the day 
 greatly err. President Mills has brought through 
 eight decades such of the New England training 
 and early Mt. Holyoke thought, as have given bal- 
 ance to our whole educational scheme, while with a 
 keen intellect, a mind eager for the best in modern 
 ways and methods for this daughter of her heart, 
 she is wonderfully in touch with the spirit of the 
 present.
 
 November 12. 
 
 THE celebration of Mrs. Mills' birthday was 
 made the happier by the host of tributes 
 which came from co-workers in the educa- 
 tional field and appreciative friends who could not 
 attend the celebration in person. Space fails us 
 for the printing of many interesting letters; a few 
 are given as representative. 
 
 From Benjamin Ide Wheeler, President of the 
 University of California, came the following greet- 
 ing, in part: 
 
 "You have laid foundations upon which others 
 will build, and no man can foretell how great the 
 structure may become; but every one can safely 
 foresee that Mills College has established itself into 
 a permanent life of highest usefulness to the com- 
 munity. ' ' 
 
 From Prof. Thos. E. Bacon of the University of 
 California: 
 
 "In my last visit to Mills College I quoted a say- 
 ing of Walter Bagehot: 'The great pleasure in life 
 is in doing the thing which people say you cannot 
 do. ' If the saying is right, you have great pleasure 
 in life. For you have done what people, including 
 many of your dearest friends, said that you could 
 not do. Every one knew that you could keep a 
 good school, but every one, almost, denied that you 
 could make a college for women. And you have 
 done it. You have done it in the face of suspicion, 
 opposition and the competition of free co-education. 
 The value of the college education which can be got 
 at Mills is now acknowledged by all whose opinion 
 is worth considering." 
 
 Let me congratulate you most heartily upon the 
 completion of the eightieth year of your youth! 
 When I saw you at Mills College last spring, I 
 understood the secret of your escape from the be- 
 numbing spell of old age. . . . Henry Van Dyke. 
 
 (Other messages are found under Nov. 14, 15, and 
 elsewhere.)
 
 November 13. 
 
 DEACON SAMUEL TOLMAN. 
 Born 1754; died 1835. 
 
 DEACON SAMUEL TOLMAN wrote the history 
 from which the following is taken, for his 
 cousin, Desire Tolman, Mrs. Mills' grand- 
 father. Mrs. Mills had the manuscript in her pos- 
 session, but at her request it has been sent to 
 Miss Mary Tolman of Manchester, N. H. 
 
 The original is exceedingly interesting. It is 
 most legibly written, and in it the quaint spelling 
 of the olden time is preserved. With it are copies 
 of two ancient instruments the wills of Thomas 
 Tolman, Sr., and Thomas Tolman, Jr. 
 
 I, Deacon Samuel Tolman, oldest son of Johnson 
 Tolman, have writ some of the outlines of this 
 ancient history, beginning from the 29th of May, 
 1630, to the 29th of May, 1830. As I am 75 years 
 6 months old and you are still older, and as we are 
 living on a small remnant of time ... I have 
 writ these lines chiefly for the rising generation. . . 
 I have got the whole history in the house, which I 
 have writ with my own hand on A sheet of parch- 
 ment; & to have it kept secure, I have bought me 
 A cane for which I gave seven dollars on the first 
 day of Janry., 1824, which is hollow. I onscrue the 
 top & put in the History; I then onserue the middle, 
 & in the lower part I put the old Indian deed, & 
 my great grandfather's will, & the history of the 
 Church of Christ in Stoughton. . . . 
 
 As to myself, my greatest enjoyment now is peace 
 of mind and contemplation on the great things which 
 ware done for me by my conversion. I am filled 
 with admiration why I was not passed by & cast 
 off forever, as I was over 19 years of age and had 
 lived without God, & I had no Savior because I 
 had never accepted Him in A right way. But be the 
 name of God adored that by His grace I was brought 
 into God's marvelous light. . . . 
 
 I might write of many things which have taken 
 place in our day and generation but my room for 
 writing grows small, or I might write of many 
 things which have taken place in our day and 
 generation, and of many things concerning your 
 father's family and my father's family . . . 
 
 This to Desire Tolman, son of 
 
 Aquila Tolman, my father's eldest brother. . 
 
 Stoughton, May 29, 1830.
 
 November 14. 
 
 44T OW great has been her work and how great 
 I the changes in the education of women 
 which the period of her active life covers! 
 This period represents the whole aggressive move- 
 ment for the higher education of women. ... In 
 this conquest, Mrs. Mills has been a leader." 
 Charles J. Thwing, President Western Reserve Uni- 
 versity. 
 
 "It seems to me that there is no man or no 
 woman in this State who has done more to merit 
 the public esteem and gratitude than this venerable 
 lady who is still so active and effective in her good 
 works. Long may she continue to enjoy her pres- 
 ent health and serenity of mind." 
 
 David Starr Jordan. 
 
 "I am sorry that it will be impossible for me to 
 join with you and other friends and admirers of 
 the President and founder of Mills College in testi- 
 fying, on the occasion of her eightieth birthday, 
 to the great and good work she has accomplished, 
 and also to the high esteem in which she is held 
 by all Calif ornians. ' ' Governor Pardee. 
 
 "Let me tender my congratulations, not merely 
 on your reaching that stage of life, but on having 
 made so notable a record before you reached it." 
 Whitelaw Reid, the American Ambassador to Eng- 
 land. 
 
 "Permit me to congratulate both Mrs. Mills and 
 the College which she and her husband have founded 
 that she is able so fully to see the results of her 
 labors as a pioneer in the cause of woman's edu- 
 cation on the Pacific Coast. ' ' Arthur Hadley, Pres- 
 ident of Yale University, New Haven, Conn. 
 
 ' ' President and Faculty at Mount Holyoke College 
 congratulate Mrs. Mills and Mills College on their 
 celebration of her eighty years of useful and beau- 
 tiful living." Mary E. Woolley, President Mt. 
 Holyoke College. 
 
 "Cordial congratulations to Mrs. Mills on eigh- 
 tieth birthday and on her many years of life useful 
 to education." William R. Harper, University of 
 Chicago.
 
 November 15. 
 
 ' ' We have long been familiar with the invaluable 
 services which she has rendered to the cause of 
 education in California." James B. Angell, Pres- 
 ident University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, Mich. 
 
 "May you round a full century." 
 
 "Many congratulations on your eightieth birth- 
 day, and sincere appreciation of your work for the 
 higher education of women." M. Carey Thomas, 
 President Bryn Mawr College. 
 
 "Wellesley College rejoices in the wide sister- 
 hood of colleges which extends over this whole 
 broad land, and from the Atlantic on the East sends 
 its greetings to the college on the Pacific in the 
 West." Caroline Hazard, President Wellesley Col- 
 lege, Wellesley, Mass. 
 
 A most appreciative letter coming from a group 
 of miners in Grass Valley, California, reads in part 
 as follows: "We are with you in mind, and here 
 tender our heartfelt congratulations and kindest 
 regards. This from the men who, in the past ten 
 years, felt the good of your gentle words in times 
 of adversity. As further token of friendship and 
 goodwill find enclosed draft for one hundred and 
 thirty dollars, same to be applied towards a fund for 
 a gymnasium for the College." 
 
 Interesting letters and telegrams were also re- 
 ceived from the presidents of the University of 
 Pennsylvania, the University of Arizona, the Uni- 
 versity of Nevada, Amherst College, Brown Uni- 
 versity, Princeton University, Vassar, Westminster 
 College, Dartmouth College, Whitman College, Occi- 
 dental College, Barnard College; also from President 
 Daniel C. Oilman of Baltimore, Md., from the Dean 
 of Badcliffe College, Cambridge, Mass.; and from 
 other similar institutions located at various places 
 throughout the United States. A number of most 
 interesting letters were also sent by the surviving 
 members of the class of 1844 in Williams College, 
 of which Dr. Mills was a member; also from Mrs. 
 Mills' surviving classmates of '45. Many other 
 letters and telegrams from old pupils and personal 
 friends all over the country were received by Mrs. 
 Mills.
 
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 November 16. 
 
 MISS CYNTHIA K. GOULDING. 
 
 Died December 31, 1912. 
 Associated with Mrs. Mills for nearly forty years. 
 
 HEN came Miss Cynthia Goulding, who, like 
 her name, was the pure metal without dross. 
 
 It is beautiful to think of Miss Tolman, Mrs. 
 Mills, and Miss Goulding going home so near 
 together. 
 
 How many years they were associated together 
 here! and now the re-union unhampered must be a 
 happy one. 
 
 A copy of the following lines is preserved at the 
 College, in Miss Goulding 's handwriting: 
 
 AULD LANG SYNE. 
 
 Should early friendships be forgot, 
 
 And never brought to mind? 
 Should early friendships be forgot, 
 
 And days of auld lang syne I 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 For auld lang syne we'll sing, 
 
 For auld lang syne. 
 
 We'll sing a song of friendship sweet, 
 For auld lang syne. 
 
 "Tis here we searched for knowledge rare 
 
 Nor ever did repine; 
 But many a steeper path we've trod 
 
 Since auld lang syne. 
 
 For harder lessons we have learned, 
 
 Full many a weary line. 
 We've conned since those of earlier days 
 
 In auld lang syne. 
 
 And when we leave our earthly tasks 
 
 For service all divine, 
 We sing of how he loved and led 
 
 In days of auld lang syne. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 Of auld lang syne we'll sing 
 
 Of auld lang syne; 
 We'll sing of how he loved and led 
 In auld lang syne.
 
 November 17. 
 
 TO MRS. SUSAN LINCOLN MILLS, ON HER 
 EIGHTIETH BIRTHDAY. 
 
 NO mean nor common joy is theirs 
 Who, having early lighted 
 Their lamp at some pure flame, 
 See it go burning on through length of years, 
 Undimmed, while little lights, that from their own 
 Were kindled, in bright clusters or alone, 
 
 Go twinkling cheerily through ways benighted. 
 Theirs is a hallowed name, 
 Better than earthly fame 
 With all its gilded monuments can claim. 
 I think, dear Lady, Mary Lyon held 
 
 The burning light a warming light and clear 
 To which the eager girl drew near, 
 That you were then; under her eye you spelled 
 Her word of all words, duty, 
 You caught her love of the deep inner beauty, 
 And learned her high and holy fear. 
 
 No common joy is theirs whose motherhood 
 Is wider than the circle of their own: 
 Though all bereft, they cannot live alone. 
 Lady, that greater good 
 Is yours in generous plenitude; 
 
 Mater of Alma Mater shall you be 
 To a great company in this fair land, 
 
 And lands beyond the sea, 
 Who in sweet maidenhood have learned 
 
 That nobler motherhood to know 
 And love and understand: 
 
 And light and love that from this wellspring 
 
 flow 
 Shall be from heaven upon your head returned. 
 
 ELMER E. BROWN. 
 1905. (See Nov. 25 for a birthday of Nov. 17)
 
 November 18. 
 
 MRS. SUSAN LINCOLN MILLS. 
 Born 1825; died 1912. 
 
 RUSKIN says, "The path of a good woman is 
 indeed strewn with flowers; but they rise be- 
 hind her steps not before them." Thickly 
 did Mrs. Mills strew the path she trod with the 
 flowers of womanhood. "May the paths of her 
 daughters be as thickly strewn with flowers of love 
 and good deeds. ' ' 
 
 Through her instrumentality our lives 
 have been enriched, strengthened, en- 
 nobled, and we, our children, and our 
 children's children, shall rise up and call 
 her blessed. 
 
 To look back at a long life and to 
 know that every great turning place the 
 course has been chosen that helped, that 
 aided in the advancing of a great num- 
 ber; to have done many times, works 
 which would have been left undone, and 
 to know surely that many are grateful 
 and that One is pleased that is your 
 greatest birthday reward.
 
 November 19. 
 
 From remarks made at the Birthday Dinner, 
 November 18, 1914. 
 
 MES. MILLS was too near and dear to me, and 
 still is in memory, for me to even attempt 
 to tell my personal love and deep feeling for 
 her, but I will take time for a few statements and 
 suggestions. 
 
 I suggest that all here who did not really know 
 Mrs. Mills, become acquainted now, in-so-far as is 
 possible, with that wonderful woman to whom the 
 fulfillment of the College is due. Eead the Mills 
 Magazine giving the account of the eightieth birth- 
 day, November 18, 1905, when messages were re- 
 ceived from all parts of the world, and Mrs. Mills 
 was proclaimed the Dean of College Presidents of 
 our land; a College Bulletin of 1911 which gives 
 the account of the Founders Day, marking the 
 going out of the Seminary; the Mills Magazine, 
 March, 1913 the Memorial Number. These are 
 mentioned because they are in our library and easily 
 found. Our Librarian, who knew and loved Mrs. 
 Mills, will direct you to many other articles on file. 
 
 Get what you can from people. Trifling exper- 
 iences that are common to school-life, as when 
 Mrs. Mills suddenly appeared at a "feast" to the 
 discomfiture of the "f casters"; what they did; 
 what she said while possibly of passing interest, 
 should not take first place. They are remembered 
 by the student, but are soon forgotten by the busy 
 woman who has important things to consider. 
 
 While Mrs. Mills was too much in sympathy 
 with student life to be utterly averse to such affairs, 
 I would not have your highest thought of her be 
 formed from such events. She is too big too mar- 
 velous! 
 
 As you hear of her and read of her let it be her 
 wonderful personality that impresses you. What 
 she was; what she accomplished; how she kept 
 abreast with the times, linking the past with the 
 present.
 
 November 20. 
 
 ACQUAINT yourselves also with the early his- 
 tory of your College of which Mr. and Mrs. 
 Mills laid the foundation nearly fifty years 
 ago; . . . the giving of its buildings and lands 
 to the State of California to be held in trust by 
 a Board of Trustees for the higher education of 
 young women; the granting of the College Charter 
 by the State in 1885, when Mrs. Mills was elected 
 to be President of the College, as well as of the 
 Seminary; how after nearly forty-five years of 
 service she resigned in favor of her beloved friend 
 and one-time pupil, Dr. Carson, who was this year 
 followed by Miss Ege as your Dean and Acting 
 President. 
 
 Miss Ege, too, has known Mrs. Mills and her work 
 for the greater part of twenty years, and so know- 
 ing her hopes and her desires, is well-prepared to 
 carry out in those important combined positions the 
 will of the founders. She has asked of you, co- 
 operation and service. "Strength united is always 
 stronger" . . . stand by all her position signifies 
 in this wonderful history of which each one of you 
 is now a part. Be a worthy part. 
 
 Two years ago Mrs. Mills came into this dining- 
 room during the dinner-hour to enjoy our enjoyment 
 and to invite us to the Gymnasium where music for 
 dancing was in waiting. Pretty red programs were 
 provided. She was fond of red, you know, and 
 often spoke of its brightness and cheer. How we 
 all enjoyed that evening! It was established then 
 as her wish, to be the home dance of the fall, as 
 the Colonial Party is of the spring. . . . 
 
 This is the date for this anniversary dinner and 
 dance, and let me ask you all ... as perhaps my 
 own last request, that hereafter, in planning your 
 fall festivities, see that the dinner and Home Party 
 of November 18, has the first place on your Calen- 
 dar of Events. 
 
 Always think of November the eighteenth as the 
 birthday of Mrs. Mills, the friend of young women 
 and the first President of Mills College. She always 
 preferred being called Mrs. Mills instead of "Pres- 
 ident," because it brought her so much nearer to 
 her girls. Make it, too, a kind, forgiving, loving, 
 loyal, cheerful day, and still further with the little 
 lad of the Christmas Carol say, "God bless it."
 
 D 
 
 November 21. 
 
 A Collection of Birthday Letters. 
 EAE Mrs. Mills: 
 
 I regret very much to be unable to be at 
 Mills on your birthday. All the good things 
 I am going to miss and most of all the talk that 
 our little Mother gives her girls. 
 
 For I do think of you as "Mother," Mrs. Mills, 
 and the five years of girlhood spent at the College 
 under your guidance will always be a very sweet 
 and tender recollection to me. 
 
 The discipline, moral and physical training, and 
 hours of worship have shaped my future and have 
 given me an ideal that I shall always keep fresh in 
 my memory. 
 
 To me these lines of Longfellow are very beau- 
 tiful. Perhaps you recall them: 
 
 "Ah, nothing is too late 
 Until the tired heart shall cease to palpitate, 
 Cato learned Greek at eighty. Sophocles 
 Wrote his grand Oedipus, and Simonides 
 Bore off the prize of verse from his compeers 
 When each had numbered more than four-score 
 
 years. 
 
 And Theophrastus, at four-score and ten, 
 Had but begun his Characters of Men. 
 Chaucer, at Woodstock with the nightingales, 
 At sixty wrote the Canterbury Tales; 
 Goethe at Weimer, toiling to the last, 
 Completed Faust when eighty years were past. 
 For age is opportunity no less 
 Than youth itself, though in another dress." 
 
 Your life has been spent for others, dear Mrs. 
 Mills, and may your coming birthday bring you a 
 wealth of peace, happiness, and health. 
 
 Lovingly,
 
 November 22. 
 
 THE following letter was received with a little 
 picture of clouds and sea lighted by sun- 
 shine. Although the picture still hangs 
 above the mantel in Mrs. Mills' room, it is evident 
 that she prized the note as well a touching tribute 
 to the writer: 
 
 My Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 The sweet light of your love irradiates the 
 clouds and illumes the sea of many a life and 
 mine is one so the little picture is symbolic. 
 
 God bless and keep you many happy years and 
 enable you soon to see a most encouraging and 
 satisfactory beginning toward the fulfillment of 
 your desires for this school this child of your life. 
 
 With more affection than I can give expres- 
 sion to, Yours lovingly, 
 
 November the eighteenth. 
 
 My Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 This "birthday number" of the Worlds Work 
 ia given you on your birthday, to be followed for 
 a year by a monthly reminder of much that helps 
 in the progress of this great world of ours, which 
 is, after all, so small. 
 
 It is your touch with these things that helps to 
 keep you so well-balanced and young. 
 
 May your mind be just as keen and your heart 
 as tender for many happy years to come. May 
 your hopes for the College be more and more 
 realized. 'May the love of all your friends en- 
 compass you, and God's love keep you ever at 
 His side.' Affectionately, 
 
 Nov. 18, 1902.
 
 November 23. 
 
 OUR dear Mrs. Mills; May her one beloved 
 child, "Mills College," live forever, and 
 forever represent the highest ideals of 
 womanhood. 
 
 This, her great aim in a long and busy life here, 
 should not be forgotten by California. 
 
 I am thankful for three women who most 
 moulded my character. 
 
 My mother, who in early childhood made me 
 loving, happy, and obedient. 
 
 Mary Atkins Lynch, who stood for truth, strength, 
 and right, in my girlhood. 
 
 Susan L. Mills, who stood for loyalty, faith, and 
 work, in my more mature years. 
 
 May her benign face be forever a beacon, luring 
 girls to better things in this life, and to a trium- 
 phant place in the next. 
 
 When a letter of congratulation was written by 
 a mother of a Mills Alumna at the time of Mrs. 
 Mills' last birthday, in acknowledgment, a type- 
 written letter was received, and in one corner was 
 written in Mrs. Mills' own but then feeble hand, 
 ' ' Thank you for your daughter. ' ' 
 
 In greeting me on my return from a trip to the 
 mountains she said: "You have been among God's 
 greater handiwork. How broadening and ennobling! 
 and yet how insignificant it makes one feel to visit 
 these giant forests and these wonder spots of 
 nature. ' ' 
 
 She seemed to instill in one the true values of 
 life; and girls were so well prepared for the outer 
 life in the world by the strong and firm foundation 
 of character-building.
 
 November 24. 
 
 ffTJ'NCLOSED herewith are a couple of pages of 
 
 p*^ my impressions and feelings concerning 
 
 Mrs. Mills; I hope you will be able to 
 
 pick out one or two little things that will aid 
 
 you. I feel greatly flattered by the request and 
 
 do not want to ignore the call." 
 
 Note: The article that accompanied the letter 
 from which the above is taken, is so characteristic 
 and so well and fully written, that it seems a pity 
 to select "one or two little things" for the Birth- 
 day Book. It should be recorded in its entirety, so 
 will be retained as an article for the contemplated 
 volume of ' ' Memoirs. ' ' Excerpts will, however, .be 
 used in this book. 
 
 There was nothing masculine about Mrs. Mills' 
 personal appearance, her tiny body clothed always 
 in black, her face serene beneath the parted white 
 hair; but to me there was always a sense of 
 strength and force of character greater than most 
 women possess. 
 
 Her executive power was marvelous. Left to 
 carry on the battle when the school was still in its 
 early stages, she went bravely forward, planning 
 building, working always toward the goal she and 
 Mr. Mills had set for themselves. 
 
 Often, she must have been disheartened, but a 
 brave face was always turned toward her friends. 
 
 She had the power of distinguishing the petty 
 things of life and of overlooking them, relegating 
 them to the background; she realized that thoughts 
 must look up toward great things to achieve great 
 things.
 
 November 25. 
 
 IEECALL one incident that occurred about the 
 time that Mrs. Mills must make a decision 
 whether or not the Seminary for Girls should 
 become a College. Some friends visiting, asked 
 at the dinner table, what her decision would be. 
 She replied: 
 
 "All with whom I have counseled advise that 
 the Seminary be converted into a College. The 
 times seem to demand it and the Coast needs it, but 
 in the event of making the change it would be 
 necessary to retain the Preparatory Department." 
 Objections were expressed as to this plan, where- 
 upon she remarked: 
 
 "If we abandon this department we shall 'kill 
 the goose that lays the golden eggs'; this we can- 
 not afford to do, and if, notwitstanding, we are 
 told that we must, I shall feel myself a frail bark 
 between Scylla and Charybdis." 
 
 It would be a joy to me to say all I could in 
 praise of such a remarkable woman and of such 
 a dear friend as was Mrs. Mills. 
 
 (For a birthday of November 17) 
 
 Mrs. Mills humor was unusual. Her talks to the 
 students were often filled with droll remarks which 
 always delighted ns. Even her suggestions pertain- 
 ing to the rules of the household were delivered in 
 such a way that they met with ready response. 
 
 On her way to Sunnyside one day, she caught 
 sight of a home-sick Freshman lying face down in 
 the alfalfa patch: "My dear, this alfalfa is for 
 the cows." There was a drollness about Mrs. Mills' 
 humor that was delightful. Naive, quaint, it was 
 always expressed in a manner quite individual and 
 characteristic of the great personal charm that was 
 hers. 
 
 She loved people, and her keen insight into 
 human nature and her warm sympathy found ready 
 response. 
 
 Mrs. Mills often read this passage from the 
 Ninety-first Psalm, and it seemed to be the key- 
 note of her religion: 
 
 "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the 
 most high shall abide under the shadow of the 
 Almighty. 
 
 "I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and 
 my fortress, my God, in him will I trust."
 
 November 26. 
 
 "Never burn that which would cause a chick or 
 bird to open its bill." 
 
 I 
 
 BEMEMBER how Mrs. Mills loved her bevy of 
 California quail which always found a safe 
 place on the grounds. 
 
 I can see her now at about 4:30 in the after- 
 noon with a large pan of wheat going from her 
 door over toward the clump of buckeye trees, 
 spreading the wheat as she goes and calling the 
 quail which come in quick and hungry response 
 for their evening meal. 
 
 Such a string of quickmoving brown, slick, little 
 beauties! 
 
 Sometimes Fritz would follow her, but when he 
 was discovered he was sent back post haste. 
 
 My daughter often referred to Mrs. Mills' coun- 
 sel. Advising them not to be extravagant and 
 wasteful, would say never to destroy anything that 
 would make a chicken open its bill. 
 
 During my sojourn in Oakland a few years ago, 
 I spent many a pleasant hour in my dear old 
 friend's company. I told her I wished she had 
 never mentioned the crumb for the chick, as I often 
 found myself going from the dining-room, through 
 the kitchen, and away out to the back porch with 
 a small piece of bread to throw to the fowls. 
 
 How heartily she did laugh at my wasted 
 energy.
 
 November 27. 
 
 For Mrs. Mills on her birthday, November 18, 1898. 
 With love of . 
 
 (Written evenings while hearing the practice of 
 Handel's "Largo" by Miss Zue Geery.) 
 
 Again the Hand of Time marks off a year, 
 As one by one the numbered days have sped; 
 
 A year of many a joy, and many a tear, 
 That mingles white with raven on thy head, 
 
 And counting o'er the Eosary of thy life, 
 
 We find that more than three score ten are said. 
 
 We look upon the beads of years agone 
 
 And see the polished spheres of childhood 's days 
 
 So closely followed by their sister ones 
 
 That mark the paths in learning's devious ways 
 
 Where Mary Lyon woman nobly true 
 
 On thoughtful mind engrafts the truths she says. 
 
 Then comes the day of days, the hour of hours, 
 When joined by wedlock's consecrating band, 
 
 The threshold of the maiden's life is passed 
 To teach the Master's word on India's strand 
 
 With one who at the chancel's holy rail 
 
 Doth take in love, the maiden's heart and hand. 
 
 Next back returning from fair Ceylon 's isle, 
 Hawaii's untaught youth their steps arrest 
 
 And here, as always, in the Master's name, 
 They to His love and faithfulness attest 
 
 And show that those who on His Word rely, 
 Have Heaven's favor and are truly blest. 
 
 Still onward, onward in their chosen work 
 They cross our own Pacific's peaceful tide, 
 
 And in this sunset land, the Golden West, 
 
 They moor their barque, still following duty's 
 guide, 
 
 For in Benicia's little town of schools, 
 They gather many a maiden at their side.
 
 November 28. 
 
 As time rolls on, the roof-tree is too small 
 To shelter all who would its portals pass, 
 
 And so this home, near Fruitvale's hills is planned, 
 With ample room for each and every lass 
 
 And Alma Mater from this beauteous place 
 Will guard for aye, each Graduating Class. 
 
 Thus in the Master's name with loving zeal 
 
 Thro' cloudy days and brightest sunny weather, 
 
 Each helping each to place a high ideal 
 
 They bear the joys and ills of life together, 
 
 And with true Christian Spirit found this school 
 A work whose influence will last forever. 
 
 And then--an angel summons comes to him 
 "The Master calleth and hath need of thee 
 
 Life's battle has been bravely fought and won, 
 Henceforward bear the palm of victory." 
 
 And her companion from her side is borne 
 To do God's will throughout eternity. 
 
 Ah! Sad it seems, 'twas not permitted them 
 Adown life's vale to travel hand in hand. 
 
 But God in grace, moves most mysteriously, 
 And not in ways by human wisdom planned, 
 
 So she who would accomplish His designs 
 
 Must bear the Cross as He doth give command. 
 
 For "finish all thy work," He bids, "then rest." 
 
 'Tis not yet thine to cease from thy endeavor, 
 The rest prepared for thee when it doth come 
 
 Know'st not 'twill then be time to rest forever? 
 Thy plans and purpose, consummation need 
 The way thou'lt surely find "Till then rest 
 never. ' ' 
 
 And so, the wondrous work goes wisely on, 
 Through womanhood's indomitable power. 
 
 And as we now assemble, one and all, 
 
 To sing the years passed, since thy natal hour, 
 
 We crown thee Queen of Western women true 
 Whose lives must be to thee a glorious dower. 
 
 We wish thee many happy years to come 
 Till sets thy sun in life's full eventide, 
 
 And count thee, golden beads of faith, hope, love; 
 The Christian virtues that shall e'er abide 
 
 The Aves of Life's chaplet all complete 
 Proclaim a Gloria Patri far and wide.
 
 November 29. 
 
 San Francisco, Cal. 
 November 18, 187. 
 
 DEAE Mrs. Mills: 
 I find that today is your birthday, and al- 
 though I am a little tardy in sending my 
 congratulations, I trust you will accept them as the 
 sincere expressions of a warm and loving heart. 
 
 They surely come from one who loves you very 
 tenderly, and who appreciates all you have done for 
 her. If I should try to number your kindnesses to 
 me, they are more than could be enumerated. One 
 reason why I wish to regain my health, is that I 
 may spend and be spent in your service, and for 
 the dear institution which we both love. 
 
 God has been very good in sparing you, to carry 
 on the work which you and dear Mr. Mills begun, 
 and I trust you have many more years of useful- 
 ness in His service. 
 
 I hope this birthday will be one of the pleasantest 
 you have yet passed, because so much has been 
 accomplished, and heaven is so much nearer. 
 
 With many congratulations and a heart full of 
 love, 
 
 Yours sincerely, 
 
 E. W. BUSHNELL. 
 
 Mills College, 
 November 18, 1906. 
 Dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 All good wishes, best love, and congratulations 
 to you on this, your birthday! 
 
 In the years I have lived in the same house with 
 you, your life has been an inspiration to me in 
 many ways, but in none so much perhaps as in your 
 beautiful thoughtfulness and even tender sympathy 
 for others. It has been an illustration to me of 
 Browning's words, "Make life a ministry of love, 
 and it will always be worth living"; so I would 
 like to express my wish for today in Burns' words, 
 "May ye just be as happy yoursel' as ye like to 
 see anybody else." 
 
 Very lovingly,
 
 November 30. 
 
 "Never thoughtlessly nor deliberately wound the 
 feelings of another." 
 
 1 RECALL that when two motherless girls received 
 an invitation to their father's second wedding, 
 they with their companions composed the most 
 sarcastic and unkind letter their combined efforts 
 could produce for the event. 
 
 By some "wireless" the matter came to Mrs. 
 Mills ' knowledge. She spoke so beautifully to these 
 sisters of their father's unfailing kindness to them, 
 of how long he had been faithful to their mother's 
 memory, how she herself had had their experience 
 that she quite won them over to her point of view. 
 
 The letter that would have caused an estrange- 
 ment was not sent; instead, the girls attended the 
 wedding. 
 
 As the years passed they realized more and more 
 the wisdom of her counsel while the marriage proved 
 a real happiness to all. 
 
 I need not say that both Mr. and Mrs. Mills have 
 done very much for me while Mrs. Mills' unfailing 
 kindness and optimism have influenced me all 
 through my life. 
 
 My very dear Mrs. Mills: 
 
 Miss B unites with me in adding our ex- 
 pressions of love to the many you receive this day. 
 ***** 
 
 May the blessings of patience and courage con- 
 tinue to be yours. 
 
 May you still wait God's promise, and trusting 
 in it, have faith in the fulfillment of it, for it must 
 come to you whose aim has been, for so long, to do 
 His will. 
 
 "I cannot think but God must know 
 About the thing you long for so. 
 Because He is so good and kind, 
 I cannot think but He will find 
 Some way to help, some way to show 
 You to the thing you long for so." 
 
 With fond love, 
 
 November the eighteenth.
 
 December 1. 
 
 SOON after their arrival in California, in 1865, 
 Dr. and Mrs. Mills purchased the Benicia 
 Seminary of Mary Atkins. They were induced 
 to take this step and continue the work of teaching, 
 instead of taking the rest they had contemplated 
 upon their return from the ' ' Islands, ' ' through 
 Mrs. Mills chancing upon the poem, Finish Thy 
 Work. The verses made such an impression upon 
 her that she cut them out and pasted them in her 
 Bible. They are still there. No doubt the influence 
 of this poem led her to plan for the work of the 
 College to be continued under another, while she 
 herself was still here. (See December 11.) 
 
 Four of the seven stanzas of the poem are here 
 quoted. 
 
 Finish thy work; the time is short, 
 
 The sun ia in the west. 
 The night is coming down; till then 
 
 Think not of rest. 
 
 Finish thy work; then wipe thy brow, 
 
 Ungird thee from thy toil; 
 Take breath, and from each weary limb 
 
 Shake off the soil. 
 
 Finish thy work, then go in peace 
 
 Life's battle fought and won; 
 Hear from the throne the Master's voice, 
 
 "Well done, well done." 
 
 Yes, finish all thy work, then rest 
 
 Till then, rest never; 
 The rest prepared for thee by God, 
 
 Is rest forever. 
 
 The idea of resting in heaven in the sense of 
 being inactive or even of "sitting about and play- 
 ing on harps" in continuous praise to the Moat 
 High, did not appeal to Mrs. Mills. She thought 
 that there, as here, is ample opportunity for active 
 service, which would be more abundant praise. 
 
 Often she would say: "I expect to glorify my 
 God by action. I expect to go on swift wings from 
 planet to planet, and star to star, and understand 
 much of the wonder I so desire to know but which 
 is not here revealed. ' '
 
 December 2. 
 
 (See September 29) 
 
 December 19, 1914. 
 
 JUST as I was leaving, I gathered a few letters 
 from my letter file which I enclose. . . . They 
 testify to her thoughtfulness and to her interest 
 in all with whom she was in any way associated. 
 
 The letter of December 5, 1912, must have been 
 dictated only a few days before her death. It 
 breathes a calm trustful spirit. 
 
 That she remembered my two daughters almost 
 to the last shows how she carried all her girls upon 
 her heart. Her memory never seemed to dim in this 
 respect. 
 
 In the days of her presidency, I was always im- 
 pressed with the apparent ease with which she 
 carried upon her mind a multitude of details about 
 the College, and particularly about her girls. 
 
 (The letter referred to above.) 
 
 December 5, 1912. 
 My dear Dr. Landon: 
 
 I received your and Mrs. Lanrlon's kind message, 
 and I thank you with all my heart for your words 
 of comfort and appreciation. I feel that I hare 
 done very little for our Lord and Master, and wish 
 I might have been permitted a few more years of 
 work in His service, but it seems not to be His 
 will and I must accept it as such. There are so 
 many things that I wanted to do for the College 
 and for my girls. 
 
 I am glad that we have had your two daughters, 
 
 and I hope it will be possible for H to remain 
 
 until she graduates. 
 
 Give my love to Mary, and accept my sincere 
 regards and best wishes for Mrs. Landon and your- 
 self. 
 
 Cordially yours, 
 
 SUSAN L. MILLS.
 
 December 3. 
 
 MRS. MILLS' smallest but oldest and most 
 treasured Bible, is a repository of much that 
 was precious to her along with the Scrip- 
 ture itself. 
 
 On the inside cover and on the fly-leaves are 
 written in her own characteristic hand, the follow- 
 ing: 
 
 S. L. Mills gift from dear Father. Stolen from 
 me by a heathen boy in Ceylon, found and returned 
 by a Christian Hindu. 
 
 D. L. Moody 's favorite verse Isa. 12:2. 
 I. Sankey's Numbers 6:24-26. 
 Proverbs 31:30. Psalm 91:8,9,10,11. 
 Bury thy sorrow, let others be blest, 
 Give them the sunshine, tell Jesus the rest. 
 Put any burden upon me, only sustain me; send 
 me anywhere only go with me; sever any tie but 
 the tie which binds me to Thy service and to Thy 
 heart. 
 
 Holiness is the law and love, the motive of our 
 lives. 
 
 Interleaved leaflets: "How shall I read the 
 Bible T" "How to receive the blessing of the full- 
 ness of the Holy Spirit " ; " Eules for Peaceful Liv- 
 ing, " with references to Bible texts. 
 
 (Surely Mrs. Mills needed no directions from 
 human kind to direct her either how to read the 
 Bible or to receive the Holy Spirit.) 
 
 Pasted in, are sentiments and poems, as follows: 
 
 "Nothing is too little to be ordered by our 
 Father; nothing too little in which to see his hand; 
 nothing which touches our soul, too little to accept 
 from him ; nothing too little to be done for him. ' ' 
 
 "God hears no more than the heart speaks, and 
 if the heart be dumb, God will certainly be deaf." 
 
 Finish Thy Work. 
 
 We Must Answer to the Master. 
 
 The Voice in the Twilight. (Given elsewhere.) 
 
 Christ Bears the Heavy End. 
 
 Several beautiful poems are interleaved, also the 
 prayer by Dr. Archibald Alexander, given on an- 
 other page. 
 
 (See Dec. 1; Dec. 11, opposite Dec. 31.)
 
 December 4. 
 
 1WISH to express my sympathy in the loss of 
 Mrs. Mills. I have just returned from a trip 
 East. I first learned of her death from a San 
 Francisco paper which I obtained on the train as 
 I was returning. ... I regret very much that I 
 was not home in time to attend the funeral services. 
 
 I was going to say "sad" services, but I have 
 been told by several who were there that they did 
 not seem sad at all, but only very impressive. 
 
 In the mail which I found awaiting me on my 
 return was a letter from Mrs. Mills in reply to one 
 which I sent her at the time of her birthday. It 
 was typewritten, but signed with her own hand. 
 It was written just a week before her death. 
 
 We cannot mourn that she has gone. She was 
 ripe for the change, and evidently the time of her 
 departure was at hand. She has done a splendid 
 work, and she will long be remembered. 
 
 Her last request of me, the last time I was over 
 was this: "You must stand by Dr. Carson." I 
 told her I would, and I shall endeavor to keep my 
 promise. . . .
 
 December 5. 
 
 1 THINK I knew Mrs. Mills as well as any College 
 girl of my time, and my memory is full of 
 incidents connected with her. Many of course 
 are very personal so may not be of particular in- 
 terest to others. 
 
 My first personal interview with Mrs. Mills oc- 
 curred a few days before the first "Prom" in my 
 Freshman year. She sent for me, and said that 
 inasmuch as my father was a clergyman, before 
 permitting me to attend the dance she wished to 
 make sure that I had my parents' permission to go. 
 I assured her that it had already been granted. 
 Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she said she 
 thought it was old-fashioned to disapprove dancing 
 and was glad I could go. 
 
 Her wonderful memory impressed all who knew 
 her, I am sure. I recall one Alumnae Day in par- 
 ticular, when she stood in the reception parlor and 
 greeted woman after woman by her maiden name. 
 Some had not been back for ten, fifteen, twenty 
 years, but Mrs. Mills called each one by name un- 
 hesitatingly, inquiring after parents, sisters, hus- 
 band or children as the case might be. I remember 
 my amazement as Mrs. Mills asked one woman 
 who had attended Seminary some twenty years 
 before, if she would like to see her old room and 
 proceeded to take her to the very room she had 
 occupied as a girl. I followed to see whether she 
 really could do it. She did it. 
 
 The quotation I remember hearing her use often- 
 est was: "Freely ye have received; freely give." 
 She wrote this in my "Daily Food" book of texts, 
 and also in my Memory book. And this same verse 
 she wrote in most of the memory books, so she 
 must have loved it very much. 
 
 I always loved, too, her "Good-bye and come 
 again. ' ' 
 
 One of the last things I recall her saying to me 
 is: "My dear, keep busy; be helpful and useful, 
 and never a mere ornament to society. ' ' 
 
 Every incident calls back the memory of so many 
 more, that I could write on and on. I am so glad 
 the sayings of dear Mrs. Mills are being brought 
 together in one book, and shall be glad to send 
 more.
 
 December 6. 
 
 DURING my Sophomore year, my sister began 
 her Art instruction in San Francisco. When 
 possible, she would spend her week-ends with 
 me at the College. One day Mrs. Mills sent for me, 
 and very mysteriously led me down the hall through 
 her room to her bed-room where she drew out a huge 
 box of pictures of various kinds, and proceeded to 
 spread them out on her bed. ' ' Now, I want you 
 to choose a picture for your little sister," she said. 
 
 I was relieved of the responsibility, however, for 
 picking up a photograph of Grace Hudson's paint- 
 ing a fat Indian baby with tears rolling down its 
 chubby cheeks she said: "Give this to her and 
 tell her 'Mrs. Mills sent it.' " The incident is just 
 one example of Mrs. Mills' kindness and generosity, 
 and her thoughtfulness for those who were outside 
 of her great circle of girls. 
 
 This same artist sister made me a large poster 
 of a Harvard College boy, for my room. He had a 
 large "H" on his sweater, was smoking a pipe, and 
 answered over College Hall to the name of "Billy." 
 One day, Mrs. Mills stopped before ' ' Billy ' ' and 
 pointing to the "H" on his shoulder asked, "What 
 does that stand forf " I answered that it stood for 
 "Harvard," to which she replied, "My dear, I'm 
 sure it would make me nervous to have a man of 
 that size in my bed-room. I think that H stands for 
 horrible. ' ' 
 
 I have always loved to think of one little incident 
 which seems to show Mrs. Mills' love of pretty 
 things, and of color in particular. I had a scarlet 
 skirt which my Junior and Senior classmates will 
 remember, I am sure; it lasted so long and was so 
 very gay. Mrs. Mills loved that skirt, and every 
 time she saw me with it on, never failed to make 
 some remark about it. 
 
 One day she said, ' ' My dear, that is such a pretty 
 color. God gave us color to make us happy, I am 
 sore."
 
 December 7. 
 
 THE REVEREND GEORGE DE WITT CASTOR, Ph. D. 
 
 College Pastor from August, 1909, to the time of 
 
 his decease; July, 1912. 
 
 WHILE it was not my privilege to know 
 Mrs. Mills in any intimate way, I did have 
 the good fortune to feel the touch of her 
 personality in the few meetings granted me during 
 the last few years of her life. She impressed me 
 especially as combining the qualities of forcefulness 
 and motherliness. 
 
 The last time I saw her was also the last time 
 my dear husband preached at the College. On that 
 occasion when, in reply to some question of hers, 
 Mr. Castor said, "They take very good care of me 
 here," Mrs. Mills with an affectionate pat on the 
 shoulder said in a most maternal way: "Well, 
 they'd better take good care of you." 
 
 Queen Victoria when interceded with, once, by a 
 governess, in behalf of one of the princesses who 
 seemed in no physical condition to perform an 
 allotted task, exclaimed: "Koyalty must know no 
 weakness! " 
 
 Something of this same spirit seem to dominate 
 Mrs. Mills on the occasion of Founders Day pre- 
 ceding the incident mentioned. Because of physical 
 indisposition the doctor had given directions that 
 Mrs. Mills was not to stand during any of the ex- 
 ercises. The vain attempt to enforce these direc- 
 tions by a personal friend who was with her on 
 the platform, revealed that strength of mind and 
 will which so long triumphed over physical con- 
 dition one of the many noble characteristics which 
 caused Mrs. Mills to be generally known as a won- 
 derful woman.
 
 December 8. 
 
 IT is exceedingly difficult to put into words the 
 many wonderful memories of Mrs. Mills which 
 come very often into my mind. I can so easily 
 shut my eyes and see her as she lived among us 
 the center of our lives, or recall the loving tone of 
 her voice and her joy in our fun. I have still a 
 very real consciousness of her warm sympathy and 
 tenderness which went out to so many girls. 
 
 Of the many pictures, I love best the one of the 
 quiet room where we gathered for prayers at night, 
 and Mrs. Mills at the desk turning the pages to find 
 just the verses which she wanted to read to us. 
 And then the beautiful rendition of them: "The 
 heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament 
 showeth his handiwork," or, "He that dwelleth in 
 the secret places of the most high shall abide under 
 the shadow of the Almighty," and others. 
 
 Most of all, I like to dwell on the very real 
 personal relationship which one felt when she led 
 us in prayer. It always seemed to me that each 
 must be the one for whom she was speaking, and 
 the simple phrasing and spirit of confidence ex- 
 pressed the inner communion which dominated her 
 life. 
 
 It was my privilege and one which many another 
 girl must have experienced to be occasionally very 
 closely associated with Mrs. Mills. She would come 
 to my room, which was near, and ask me to walk 
 with her on some errand about the big house, and 
 as we went, she always talked of her hopes and 
 plans for the College or spoke of some incident of 
 old Seminary days. 
 
 Many times, just before the last bell at night, 
 I would go to her room for a good-night word. 
 There was always such an atmosphere of peace in 
 that room. "My child," she would sometimes say, 
 "He has a plan for every one of us, and we must 
 trust Him to work it out as He sees best."
 
 December 9. 
 
 THIS Thomas Tolman was the descendant, in a 
 direct line, from Sir Thomas Tolman, Grand 
 Almoner to Egbert, the first King of the 
 Saxons, A. D. 825. 
 
 LINEAL TABLE OF MBS. MILLS' DESCENT. 
 
 FATHER'S SIDE (AMERICA). 
 
 THOMAS TOLMAN, SR. 
 
 Born in England, 1608; died in Massachusetts, 1690. 
 First generation in America. Came to New England in 
 
 THOMAS TOLMAN, SR., 1608 
 1630 in the ship "Mary and John." 
 
 SARAH 
 
 III 
 
 THOMAS TOLMAN, JR., 1633 
 ELIZABETH JOHNSON 
 
 III 
 
 SAMUEL TOLMAN, 1676 
 EXPERIENCE CLARK 
 
 III 
 
 AQUILA TOLMAN, 1705 
 WAITSTILL LEADBETTER 
 
 III 
 
 DESIRE TOLMAN, 1748 
 SARAH HOWE 
 
 III 
 
 JOHN TOLMAN, 1791 
 ELIZABETH NICHOLS 
 
 MOTHER'S SIDE. 
 
 JAMES BOUTELL, 1726 
 ELIZABETH SMITH 
 
 ELEANOR BOUTELL, 1765 
 LEVI NICHOLS, 1763 
 
 ELIZABETH NICHOLS, 1792 
 JOHN TOLMAN, 1791 
 
 JOHN TOLMAN, 1791 
 ELIZABETH NICHOLS, 1792 
 
 EMILY (Condron), d. 1856 
 JOHN TOLMAN, d. 1845 
 
 ELIZABETH (De Witt), d. 1845 
 SARAH (Foster), d. 1852 
 SUSAN (Mills), d. 1912 
 ,. J JAMES TOLMAN, d. 1855 
 
 ) JULIA (Tolman), d. 1871 
 JANE TOLMAN, d. 1912
 
 December 10. 
 
 "The thought of our past years in me doth breed 
 perpetual benediction." 
 
 IT made me very sad to learn of the death of dear 
 Mrs. Mills. I was just wrapping up a picture 
 of my twin babies to send to her when the 
 word came. 
 
 Ever since they came I had looked forward to 
 having their picture on the mantel or desk in 
 Mrs. Mills' room, for when we were Seniors she 
 always showed us the pictures that came to her of 
 her girls' babies, and I knew my little twins would 
 be welcome. 
 
 How I would miss dear Professor Keep. I can't 
 realize that he would not be there to welcome me. 
 I am glad that I could return for the one very 
 short visit after I graduated, and I love to think 
 of his welcome then. 
 
 Mrs. Mills never forgot any one, and was so 
 prompt in supplying the needs of those about her 
 that a thing was no sooner said than it was done. 
 
 Truly you say we can hardly appreciate her work 
 and influence. Her many pupils and those who 
 knew her well will carry her teachings into the 
 future and thus her work will continue here. 
 
 I send this little notice about Mrs. Mills whom 
 I have known for many years, and have admired 
 very much for her many gifts and her strong in- 
 dividuality.
 
 December 11. 
 
 From a clipping in Mrs. Mills' favorite Bible. 
 
 HAVE you ever 1 thought in what condition 
 your work would be found if you were com- 
 pelled to turn it over suddenly to some one 
 else to carry onf In the following beautiful and 
 impressive lines, some one has asked this question: 
 
 "If you and I today 
 Should stop and lay 
 
 Our life-work down, and let our hands 
 Fall where they will 
 Fall down to lie quite still, 
 
 And if some other hand should come, 
 And stoop to find 
 
 The threads we carried, so that 
 It could wind 
 
 Beginning where we stopped; if It 
 Should come to keep 
 Our life-work going seek 
 To carry on the good design 
 Distinctively made yours or mine, 
 
 What would it find?" 
 
 The conclusion follows thus: "We do not turn 
 our life-work over to others to carry on. We finish 
 it in some imperfect way, and on God's great 
 judgment scroll the record stands forever for weal 
 or woe." 
 
 Not so with our Great Heart. Hers was a life- 
 work for others and not to be finished and left by 
 her in an ' ' imperfect way. ' ' Altho ' she hoped to 
 live to ninety years that she might complete some 
 incidental work, the great work of her life was 
 turned over to one of her choice, three years and a 
 half before her death, so that when the Eeaper 
 came for her, her work went on without delay. 
 
 (See Dec. 13)
 
 December 12. 
 
 And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, 
 Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from hence- 
 forth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their 
 labours ; 
 
 And their works do follow them. Revelation 14:13. 
 
 YOU asked me to send you the date of my birth- 
 day. It is the date of my dear father's and 
 Mrs. Mills' death, December the twelfth. 
 
 They were the same age within five days, and 
 died the same day Father in the morning and 
 Mrs. Mills in the evening. Strange was it not! 
 
 Father went many times to see Mrs. Mills on the 
 eighteenth of November, and she would introduce 
 him as her twin. We were neighbors, you know, 
 for many years. 
 
 The morning post of December 12, 1912, brought 
 a letter from Mrs. Mills. It was dictated and type 
 written. She had not as usual, herself signed her 
 name, but I was happy in the thought that she dic- 
 tated the letter. It commenced: "My dear Jessie, 
 for so I love to call you." Among other things, 
 she wrote: "You may not know that I have not 
 been very well the last year, but I hope to be able 
 soon to visit my dear girls in Stockton." 
 
 I answered her letter at nine o'clock that same 
 evening and posted it. The next morning, Decem- 
 ber 13th, on the front page of the San Francisco 
 Examiner was a likeness of Mrs. Mills, and an 
 account of her death at nine o'clock the evening 
 before just the hour I was answering her last 
 letter! Little did I realize that that great spirit 
 was passing out at that very moment. That letter 
 will always be cherished as one of my most precious 
 treasures. 
 
 "Tho* lost to sight to memory dear, 
 
 Them vr wilt remain." 
 
 Thou ever wilt remain
 
 December 13. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S PRAYER. 
 
 (Kept by Mrs. Mills in her desk, with other 
 treasured selections.) 
 
 ET me not die before I've done for Thee 
 My earthly work whatever it may be. 
 Call me not hence with mission unfulfilled; 
 Let me not leave my space of ground untilled; 
 Impress this truth upon me: that not one 
 Can do the portion that I leave undone, 
 For each one in Thy vineyard hath a spot 
 To labor in for life, and weary not. 
 Then give me strength all faithfully to toil 
 Converting barren earth to fruitful soil. 
 I long to be an instrument of Thine 
 For -gathering worshippers unto Thy shrine; 
 To be the means one human soul to save 
 From the dark terrors of a hopeless grave. 
 Yet most I want a spirit of content 
 To work where'er Thou 'It wish my labor spent. 
 Whether at home or in a stranger clime 
 In days of joy or sorrow's sterner time, 
 I want a passive spirit to be still 
 And by Thy power to do Thy holy will. 
 And when the prayer unto my lips doth rise 
 "Before a new home doth my soul surprise, 
 Let me accomplish some great work for Thee." 
 Subdue it, Lord! let my petition be, 
 "O make me useful in this world of Thine, 
 In ways according to Thy will, not mine." 
 Let me not leave my space of ground untill'd 
 Call me not hence with mission unfulfilled; 
 Let me not die before I've done for Thee 
 My earthly work, whatever it may be.
 
 December 14. 
 
 "Freely ye have received, freely give." 
 "That man may last but never lives 
 Who much receives but nothing gives. 
 Creation's blot, creation's blank." 
 
 THESE two quotations very frequently come to 
 my mind in connection with Mrs. Mills as 
 they were so fully exemplified in her life. 
 The first she often repeated in Chapel. She was 
 especially fond of this, not only on account of its 
 significance, but because Mary Lyon had given it 
 to her class at their graduation. 
 
 The other quotation, though a "homely" one as 
 she called it, was a favorite with her father. 
 Mrs. Mills' missionary activities alone show how 
 fully she followed the teachings of these words. 
 
 She gave not only of her means, but most un- 
 reservedly of her own energies. In her daily life 
 she was untiring in her desire to make others 
 happy and comfortable. Perhaps it was only going 
 to the kitchen for a loaf of brown bread for some 
 friend especially fond of it, or hastening out of 
 doors for flowers to give to some departing friend, 
 or searching for Michael regardless of the weather, 
 that the carriage might be brought for some one 
 not quite equal to the walk to the station. 
 
 She was ever most thoughtful for her "girls," 
 as she loved to call them, and her life was full of 
 what might be called the "humble kindnesses." 
 She was always ready to lend a helping hand to a 
 stranger as well as to a friend, were it a kindly 
 word of sympathy or more substantial aid that was 
 needed. So many girls have been helped through 
 her generosity to an education which would other 
 wise have been quite impossible.
 
 December 15. 
 
 Services in Lisser Hall and at Sunnyside. 
 
 ALL that is mortal of the beloved educator, 
 founder of Mills College, Mrs. Susan Lincoln 
 Mills, who has been instrumental in educat- 
 ing women to preside over thousands of happy and 
 refined homes, now rests in a flower embowered 
 grave at Sunnyside on the grounds of the institution 
 which through her efforts has become famous 
 throughout the world. 
 
 The services were simple but beautiful, in keep- 
 ing with the character of her whose loss we mourn, 
 and were witnessed by hundreds of friends includ- 
 ing many former students. All present were im- 
 bued with a feeling of respect and reverence for 
 the noble woman whose career of usefulness has 
 been brought to a close. 
 
 "Jerusalem the Golden" and "In Heavenly Love 
 Abiding" were the two hymns sung by the choir, 
 vested in white, during the walk to the resting 
 place at Sunnyside. 
 
 Unutterably impressive was the sweet singing of 
 the young women whose voices quietly reverberated 
 among the trees on the hillside across which the 
 procession wended its way. It was the expression 
 of a sweet and hopeful grief, resting in the faith 
 that she who was mourned had gone to her reward. 
 
 Students also in white carried the floral tributes 
 from Lisser Hall to place them with loving hands 
 and tender thought above the flower-palled bier at 
 Sunnyside. The final eulogy here was followed by 
 the chant of the beloved Twenty-third Psalm, "The 
 Lord Is My Shepherd."
 
 December 16. 
 
 WITH ceremonies simple and beautiful, as was 
 the character of her whom they honored, 
 the funeral of the late Snsan Lincoln Mills, 
 founder and President Emeritus of Mills College, 
 took place yesterday on the College Campus. 
 
 The bells in El Campanil were sweetly chiming 
 as the procession of students, faculty, and friends 
 passed from Mills Hall where the body had lain in 
 state, to Lisser Hall where the formal services were 
 held. 
 
 The impressive cortege was led by the College 
 choir garbed in white; next were the officiating 
 clergymen Dr. Frank L. Goodspeed, of the First 
 Presbyterian Church, Oakland, and Dr. George C. 
 Eldredge of St. John's Church, Berkeley; then the 
 President of the Board of Trustees, the President 
 of the College, the President of the University of 
 California, and the Trustees of the College, as hon- 
 orary pall-bearers, walked beside the flower-palled 
 casket which was borne on wheels, the active pall- 
 bearers employees of long service following; 
 among these was Michael Herlihy who had been 
 with Mrs. Mills for forty-five years. 
 
 Next were the relatives (representing three gen- 
 erations), the faculty, the students dressed in 
 white, and the employees of the College.
 
 December 17. 
 
 MES. MILLS' great gifts were devoted entirely 
 to the guidance of souls. Her wonderful 
 genius as an organizer, her literary gifts 
 all were used only as they might be devoted to 
 guiding the young women whom she made it her 
 life-work to teach. She was a pioneer in adventures 
 for the faith. 
 
 You see about you here a thriving college. This 
 might have been a much greater institution had 
 Mrs. Mills wished to use her abilities in that direc- 
 tion alone. But she built up the college not for the 
 college itself, but for the opportunities it would 
 give her to help young women. 
 
 She was a pioneer in woman's education; a 
 woman who forty-seven years ago conceived and 
 carried out the idea for a girls' seminary along 
 broad and comprehensive lines, out here on the 
 Pacific Coast. 
 
 She who might have lived a life of selfish ease 
 and quiet, chose rather to live a life of service for 
 others. "Her girls," as she called them, were her 
 first thought, and the beautiful spirited women 
 who have gone through these halls and passed a 
 portion of their lives on this campus are the 
 living monuments through which the memory of 
 Susan Lincoln Mills will be perpetuated throughout 
 the land. 
 
 In the intimate human touch lay the secret of 
 her influence. We may accomplish much by wise 
 planning, but how much deeper the influence of 
 what we really are! By the strong cords of affection 
 we lift others up to our own Pisgah 's heights and 
 through our own eyes they see the splendid prom- 
 ised lands to conquer and possess! 
 
 Surely the vision of Susan L. Mills will go on in 
 the lives of her many daughters. 
 
 The great kingdom of the mind and heart will 
 be made glorious on these western shores, because 
 she has lived and labored here, and having entered 
 into her rest, has won the plaudet, "Many daugh- 
 ters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them 
 all."
 
 December 18. 
 
 "With such a comrade, such a friend, 
 I fain would walk till journey's end 
 Through summer sunshine, winter rain, 
 'Farewell, we yet shall meet again.' " 
 
 A RECITAL of Mrs. Mills' visit to India made 
 a great impression upon me. Her patience 
 with the heathen of that day, her loving- 
 kindness and her benevolence, how characteristic of 
 her whole life spent in doing for others. She once 
 said that her mother had taught this lesson to her 
 children:. "Give what costs you something; be 
 willing to do some extra work, or to deny yourselves 
 something that you may give to others." And I 
 can see Mrs. Mills' eyes brighten and her look of 
 innocence which made one feel how dear she was, 
 when she told us how well she remembered her con- 
 fusion and dismay when as a little girl sitting on 
 the front seat in Sunday School, she dropped the 
 penny that she had earned. "Those big ones we 
 had then; it rolled and rolled." She thought it 
 would never stop, and was sure she would never 
 see it again. But it was found, and she dropped it 
 into the missionary box. 
 
 One of Mrs. Mills ' favorite texts was that of 
 Mary Lyon, "Freely ye have received, freely give." 
 Another was, "It is more blessed to give than to 
 receive. ' ' 
 
 Mrs. Mills' thoughtfulness for all her girls was 
 one of the many great traits of her personality. 
 She always thought of the comfort and happiness 
 of both guests and girls. The pleasant nod to each 
 when met on the campus or in the halls; her won- 
 derful gift of memory, all must remember. 
 
 "I have spent a long peaceful life; sometimes, 
 young ladies, it has had its hardships and priva- 
 tions, but I am ready to go when He calls me."
 
 December 19. 
 
 YOU know that Gladstone was familiarly called 
 | 'The Grand Old Man" of the century, and 
 it seems to me that Mrs. Mills was the Grand 
 Old Woman of the century. I always look upon 
 her as a wonder. 
 
 I was privileged to be one of her Benicia pupils. 
 She taught several of the classes at that time, and 
 made them very interesting. Her pupils, that is 
 those in her own particular classes, appeared always 
 with excellent recitations and so there were always 
 ten or fifteen minutes to spare which she devoted to 
 an up-to-date development of the subject, a talk 
 on some topic of the day, or reminiscences of her 
 life in India or Hawaii. 
 
 I am sure no other woman has exerted the far- 
 reaching influence that Mrs. Mills has during the 
 last fifty years of her busy life. Her pupils have 
 come from the four corners of the earth, have 
 married and sent their daughters to her, and many 
 of those daughters would have sent their daughters, 
 a constant proof of her great value as an educator 
 and disciplinarian and of the love, esteem, and ad- 
 miration which existed in the hearts of those who 
 were fortunate enough to come into intimate asso- 
 ciation with her. 
 
 Each year on Founders Day, some of these old 
 "girls," mothers of families, some of them with 
 more grey hairs than Mrs. Mills herself, would visit 
 Mills College hoping to meet old friends, and sure 
 of a warmest kind of a welcome from their dear 
 teacher. She never failed to remember them and 
 greeted them by their maiden names. 
 
 These old pupils never failed to make a pilgrim- 
 age to the charming home of Miss Tolman, who 
 for so many years shared Mrs. Mills' educational 
 cares and responsibilities, and such a warm place 
 in the hearts of her scholars. 
 
 Mrs. Mills' physical vigor was as remarkable as 
 her mental, and the Benicia girls declared that she 
 never slept; that she was omniscient, omnipresent, 
 and a mind-reader.
 
 December 20. 
 
 A MEMORY OP MRS. MILLS. 
 
 THOSE of us who were, for a time, her children, 
 Grieve not at the passing of a founder of places of 
 learning, 
 That is for those who knew but the fruits of her 
 
 labors 
 We who loved her, mourn the loss of the woman. 
 
 Can we forget in spite of distance or time, the many 
 Little inconsequent things she did to make us happy, 
 When she herself must have been troubled and weary f 
 And the way she understood the first dull homesick aching! 
 She never quite forgot what it meant to be this side of 
 
 twenty, 
 
 Full of the foolish, restless, dreaming thoughts of girlhood 
 It was as easy for her to laugh with us at our fun, as to 
 Meet with grave respect our matters of weighty importance. 
 Do you remember that night when Wo, the faithful, 
 Was to return to his home; she led him up on the platform, 
 With no less courtesy than she would show to a famous 
 
 speaker ? 
 And how she shared in all that we did, with unfeigned 
 
 interest, 
 
 Whether it were in our classes, or out on the sidelines 
 Watching us play to uphold Mills' sacred honor I 
 There was nothing in life too common or mean or trivial 
 But she would give it her wise and fair attention 
 So we knew a wholesome fear of her disapproval 
 And a great and glorious pride in her commendation, 
 Knowing each to be just and comprehending; 
 And in her quick bright eye, the kindly sense of humor, 
 Balancing right and wrong, and shriving many a culprit. 
 Hers was the mother-heart, guiding, trusting, believing 
 How many times she might have reproved us and did not, 
 Saying instead, "My child, I am sure you must have for- 
 gotten." 
 
 How many times she was tired, and still we demanded 
 All the attention and energy youth never loses; 
 How many times we must have hurt her, and knew not, 
 Thinking her ways perhaps a little slow and old-fashioned 
 Those same ideals we hope to teach our own daughters. 
 What a woman to know, to believe and love and follow I 
 
 Those of us who were, for a time, her children, 
 Grieve not at the passing of a founder of places of learn- 
 ing; 
 
 That is for those who knew but the fruit of her labors 
 We who loved her, mourn the loss of the woman.
 
 December 21. 
 
 THAT you may know my great love for the 
 dear little lady who became in the years 
 spent with her my second mother, and who 
 waa called away in the same week as my own dear 
 mother, I am writing these lines to you. 
 
 There comes into every life sometime or another 
 certain influences so great that no measure can be 
 taken of them. Those influences that shape our 
 life's course are nearly always those given by a 
 mother, a father, or some one very close, and should 
 we stop to consider what they are we cannot tell, 
 they so slowly and subtly have woven themselves 
 about us; and so it is with our dear lady of love 
 and thought for all. She wrought so slowly but 
 BO certainly that I for one cannot break that in- 
 fluence into its many parts. I can only say: 
 
 If I have a little more charity toward my neigh- 
 bor, a little more tact in meeting a stranger, a little 
 more certainty that the life correctly lived is the 
 only safe life, and a little more love for my family 
 then she helped bring all these things into my life. 
 
 This is so personal a revelation that I ask you 
 do not use it for publication, for it was not written 
 with that in mind, but only that you may know 
 how truly I love her who is also so dear to you. 
 
 Note: How can one refrain from recording this 
 beautiful appreciation! Is not this little book for 
 her girls and closest friends, and should not this 
 family of hers, now that she is gone, share these 
 intimacies, these very, very personal experiences 
 and their influence, when they reveal beyond all 
 else the dear, warm, human, sympathetic heart of 
 Mrs. Mills that manifested itself more and more as 
 the years passed by. In that I have omitted the 
 name, is my hope of pardon for having entered the 
 tribute. C. K. W.
 
 December 22. 
 Sabbath Evening, December 15, 1912. 
 
 My dear Dr. Carson. 
 
 Before the day is done, I want to tell you how 
 perfect in every detail was the beautiful service 
 of this afternoon, when the Mother of us all was 
 laid to rest. 
 
 The exquisite arrangement of flowers in Mills 
 Hall, the service in Lisser Hall, and the never-to-be- 
 forgotten processional to Sunnyside so beautiful 
 so perfectly as she would have had it. 
 
 It seemed to me, the singing of "Hark! Hark, 
 my Soul! Angelic songs are swelling!" was a glad 
 triumphant note! Death was, indeed, swallowed up 
 in Victory! 
 
 The slanting rays of the sun, resting on the heads 
 of the girls as they moved up toward the hill 
 where we laid Her seemed like a benediction. 
 
 And who can forget the strains of "The Lord Is 
 My Shepherd," after the "dust to dust, ashes to 
 ashes" had been said? It sounded back among the 
 trees like tend 'rest lullaby. 
 
 Oh, how glorious to live that one may die like 
 that! 
 
 There are times, like this afternoon, when the 
 hushed heart feels the Infinite so near. 
 
 May God's richest blessing and guidance rest 
 upon you and us, in the great work that lies before 
 us. The work She has bequeathed us to carry on. 
 
 Affectionately,
 
 December 23. 
 
 IT is given to few to retain through their last 
 years such wonderful clearness of mind. That 
 power with her great interest and knowledge in 
 connection with those with whom she was asso- 
 ciated, made her seem much younger than she was. 
 
 She was truly a wonderful woman, and has left 
 her impress upon many thousands with whom she 
 came in touch, and the world is much better for her 
 having lived in it. 
 
 I am glad it has fallen to your lot, Dr. Carson, 
 to take her place in Mills College, and many will 
 rise up to call you blessed, for whatever you do will 
 be done well. 
 
 I realize now, what a great factor she has been 
 in my life, and how strong and lasting her influence 
 has been. The very memory of her wonderful per- 
 sonality will be an inspiration to me as long as I 
 live. 
 
 Mrs. and I thought the services from be- 
 ginning to end, were most beautiful and dignified; 
 and quite the most wonderful thing was the pro- 
 cession of lovely young girls bearing the flowers. 
 
 A most pathetic, but firm figure, was faithful 
 Michael, and over me flooded memories of a quarter 
 of a century, of kindness on the part of dear Mrs. 
 Mills and loyalty of those who served her well. 
 
 We pray that under your wise and loving guid- 
 ance, the College may go on in the years to come, 
 in honor of its Founders and to your satisfaction. 
 
 (From letters to President Carson)
 
 December 24. 
 
 December 15, 1912. 
 
 
 
 1 CANNOT rest until I tell you how wonderfully 
 beautiful this afternoon has been; not only to 
 me, myself, but to all with whom I was able to 
 speak. 
 
 To me, it will always be so Christian a burial a 
 truly Easter service. 
 
 That long procession of white-gowned, flower- 
 laden students how I wish you might have seen it! 
 
 And the singing and what they sang! both pro- 
 cessional and recessional; and that exquisite "O, 
 Night Divine!" 
 
 My mind jumps from one point to another with 
 no regard for proper sequence, and I marvel, more 
 and more, that anything so wonderfully simple, so 
 perfect in its setting, was believed possible and 
 became possible as in this afternoon's service. 
 
 "Mrs. Mills was like Mrs. Stanford in that she 
 with rare ability and devotion continued the work 
 commenced by an able man who died too soon to 
 see the full fruition of his labors." 
 
 "It is the remarkable personality, devotion, and 
 force of character of this wonderful woman that 
 young women of Mills Seminary and College have 
 something distinctive about them, a refinement and 
 dignity; a beautiful spirit of unselfish service." 
 
 "Mrs. Mills had been so closely identified with 
 all mission work and was so personally beloved by 
 many of our ladies that deep regret was spoken on 
 all sides, each feeling a personal loss not only to 
 themselves, but to the State, and, especially, to 
 our young people, so many of whom had been 
 trained by her."
 
 December 25. 
 
 And the Angel said unto them, Fear not, for behold, 
 I bring you good tidings of great joy which shall be to 
 all people. For unto us is born this day, in the city oi 
 David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. Luke 2:10, 11. 
 
 M 
 
 US. MILLS never lost an opportunity to im- 
 press upon us our wonderful heritage of a 
 Christian birthright. 
 
 How she did enjoy planning for the Christmas- 
 tide! and in the true Christmas spirit of her life 
 motto: Freely ye have received, freely give. For 
 especially did she remember those in the vicinity 
 and others that she knew of elsewhere, who had 
 little, if any, more than the real necessaries of life, 
 and she would take advantage of this opportunity 
 to send in her effective way, just what would be 
 most acceptable. 
 
 She seemed to know, intuitively, what would be 
 just the thing in every such case. 
 
 She, herself, was always the delighted recipient 
 of many and varied gifts. 
 
 What could be put to College use and adornment 
 was quickly adjusted to its place after the opening 
 of the New Year. Until that time, the gifts were 
 arranged in her room for the daily enjoyment of 
 herself and friends. 
 
 In a manner perfectly natural and seemingly ap- 
 propriate, the course of time found her giving away 
 email articles that pleased her, for she was possessed 
 by the overwhelming desire of passing on to others 
 the same tokens that gave happiness to her. 
 
 If we who knew this, gave her a book, we would 
 not write in it, for we knew that as soon as she 
 became mind owner of its contents, if it had pleased 
 her, forth it would fare to some one who would 
 derive from it a like enjoyment.
 
 December 26. 
 
 EARLY in the December of her death, the dear 
 one planned her Christmas cards to bear the 
 season's greetings and her name. 
 
 She liked brightness and the suggestion of Christ- 
 mas cheer, so they were to be lettered in gold; the 
 envelope to have an inner casing of holly red. 
 
 These greetings were duly sent,in-so-far as we at 
 the College knew to whom and where to send them. 
 
 Enclosed with each was a card worded as follows: 
 "Our beloved Mrs. Mills left us on the evening 
 of December the twelfth, passing away in a sweet 
 and peaceful sleep. ' ' 
 
 She went from us so near the Christmas time that, 
 in many instances, this little card was the messen- 
 ger to the recipient, that the beloved friend had 
 gone to be with her loved ones "gone before." 
 
 Blessed are they which do his commandments that they 
 may have right to the tree of life, and may enter In 
 through the gates into the city. . . . And the Spirit 
 and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, 
 Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever 
 will let him take the water of life freely. 
 
 Revelation 22:14, 17. 
 
 "I was deeply touched when I held the Christ- 
 mas cards sent for our beloved Mrs. Mills through 
 her wonderful forethought of us all." 
 
 "I cannot tell you how touched I was at receiv- 
 ing dear Mrs. Mills' Christmas greeting. The tears 
 fell thick and fast; it seemed as though she were 
 speaking to me from the other land. 
 
 "She remembered us to the very last, and never 
 can we forget her dear personality, her brilliant 
 mind and her many other charming qualities."
 
 December 27. 
 
 SUNNYSIDE. 
 
 AROUND the world circles a wreath of immor- 
 telles. Not the flowers, which fade or are 
 destroyed, but the souls touched by the life 
 of Mrs. Mills. With her rare combination of attri- 
 butes, she came like a celestial body appearing but 
 once in generations. The stay was spent in loving 
 service, reflecting the teachings of Him with whom 
 she walked so closely. 
 
 This is my most pleasing picture of Mrs. Mills. 
 It is "prayers." She has just finished reading, 
 and is closing the large Bible, which always lay 
 on the desk in Seminary Hall. Her face is aglow 
 with divine light. She looks out over the room, and 
 a maternal sweetness spreads over the small, strong 
 face. 
 
 Truly "her children arise up, and call her 
 blessed." Each and every girl was like her own 
 daughter, and, in fact, she was the only mother 
 many knew. Guide, protector, inspirer, comforter 
 these were the roles in which her lines were spoken 
 and her part played with untiring faithfulness, even 
 "in the least." 
 
 Above everything came her plea, "Be womanly 
 women." The father of a Seminary girl told me 
 that he was in doubt about a private school until 
 Mrs. Mills remarked that her prime aim was to 
 make womanly women for homes. "I left my 
 daughter there," he added. 
 
 As the wireless sends forth its messages through 
 miles and miles of space, so must our thanks and 
 appreciation travel back to her at "Sunnyside," 
 happy with loved ones. "Sunnyside" it ever was 
 where her great strong personality tarried, ' ' Sunny- 
 side" it is where she rests from all she has done.
 
 
 A.V f . 
 
 I *"*** 
 
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 December 28. 
 
 KISSED by the first rays of the rising sun, 
 caressed as lovingly by his lingering, beams 
 at evenfall, is a hallowed spot embowered in 
 roses 
 
 SUNNYSIDE 
 
 Here the birds carol their most joyous melodies, 
 the winds waft their gentlest zephyrs, the roses 
 breathe their sweetest perfume. 
 
 The last day that Mrs. and Mr. Mills were to- 
 gether on the campus they went to the beautiful, 
 sunny hillside to make plans for a home. Only a 
 day or two later this spot became Mr. Mills ' resting- 
 place, and here Mrs. Mills now rests. Sunnyside is 
 one of the most beautiful spots on the campus. 
 There is no suggestion of sorrow, but the triumph 
 of noble living over all even death. 
 
 The Ancients believed that when the first beams 
 of the rising sun played upon the statue of Memnon 
 it responded in strains of music. When the beams 
 of the morning sun play upon the monument on that 
 hill-top, the solid granite may be silent. But all 
 the groves and dells are vocal with harmonies that 
 blend with songs of worship under consecrated 
 roofs. The monument may crumble, but the work 
 of the Founders will endure. We come not to 
 speak any farewells; but to salute a living force. 
 
 'They meet tonight; the one who closed her eyes 
 Unto the earth's sweet pleasures and its woe, 
 
 And one who found the mansions in the skies 
 In all their splendor long, long years ago. 
 
 What will they say when first their eyes shall meet 
 Or will a silence take the place of words, 
 
 As only saints can know how strangely sweet 
 A rapture such as only heaven affords 
 
 Will he who went before ask first for those 
 Left far behind, those whom he loved so well 
 
 Or will the other, new to heaven's repose, 
 Question of all its meaning who can tell? 
 
 One went so long ago, and one tonight 
 
 Took the long journey, far across the tide; 
 
 This only do I know: they meet tonight, 
 And, meeting, both I know are satisfied."
 
 December 29. 
 
 EACH day, God's world and word seemed to 
 reveal new meaning to her mind preserved 
 in activity, and to her heart retaining its 
 treasures. 
 
 God did, indeed, seem to be with her at "every 
 turning of the road" of her last year's journey, 
 and crowned with the halo of His gracious presence, 
 she was in less than one month after her eighty- 
 seventh birthday, lifted up into final completeness. 
 
 Every day and every place, and everything she 
 loved about the College, to those who knew her 
 heart to heart, wears the beauty of holiness and 
 ever will. 
 
 As you read these pages and get anew the revela- 
 tion of what she was and what her influence is and 
 will continue to be, you will realize more than ever 
 before, how greatly her life and its memories "tend 
 to enrich human fellowships. ' ' 
 
 I cannot close these pages without expressing my 
 sincere thanks and appreciation to those who have 
 so kindly sent material for this book. 
 
 Although many letters have been sent in for me 
 to select from and revise, they have for the most 
 part, been recorded as sent. 
 
 The spontaneous expressions are so much more 
 human and readable! From a literary point of 
 view, these pages might have been made "as 
 elegant as an iceberg," but doubtless would also 
 have been as cold as one.
 
 December 30. 
 
 PR this same reason, I have used excerpts of 
 letters from those who felt that in the limited 
 time they could prepare nothing worthy. I 
 crave their pardon for having done this, but these 
 same natural expressions and those from other let- 
 ters quoted, unintended for print, are to my mind, 
 among the choicest parts of this little book. 
 
 As said in the Introductory Letter, this book is 
 only a preliminary issue of what is designed to be 
 a permanent Memory or Birthday Book. It is in- 
 tended only for Alumnae and other Mills Girls, 
 their children and the personal friends of Mrs. Mills, 
 so we want to keep it, too, "heart-to-heart" and 
 full of sympathetic love. 
 
 Those who have not had time or opportunity to 
 write for this edition, will, I trust, appear in the 
 next. Send as many pages as you wish, but have 
 each one complete in itself and under a birthday 
 date. Many pages in this are carried from one date 
 to another in succession, because of my dire neces- 
 sity of quoting fully from various articles in order 
 to complete the book. 
 
 The permanent edition should be as complete and 
 attractive as possible, and to that end I ask you 
 not only to contribute, not omitting the birthday 
 dates, but also to offer suggestions. For any crit- 
 icism of the present book which occurs or comes to 
 you, please send a counter suggestion for the next 
 book, or any other direction or counsel, even though 
 you think the idea may be apparent to me for this 
 is to be our book, and we want it to be in the best 
 shape and arrangement we can plan for it. 
 
 If I may appeal to you in the spirit of the verses 
 at the close of this book, I am sure I shall "do 
 better" for you this new year.
 
 December 31. 
 
 T"XO my work and yours, too." For over a 
 \j quarter of a century this last request of 
 Mr. Mills was ably carried out by our dear 
 Mrs. Mills. 
 
 Thus, through busy days, weeks, and years, this 
 good woman worked, loved, gave, prayed, and who 
 knows but she saw visions of what was yet to be. 
 Methinks, on Sunday afternoons when she was 
 granted a few hours safe from all intrusion, when 
 she made her regular pilgrimage to Miss Tolman's 
 cottage, and home again by Sunnyside, when she 
 was alone communing with her own heart, by Mr. 
 Mills' grave that there she saw the vision. Mills 
 College standing alone, a tribute to its founders, a 
 monument throughout the ages that are to be, the 
 accomplishment of their two hearts' desires today 
 fulfilled a college for young women of the West! 
 His work and hers, too! 
 
 For her there was no surcease, no laying aside the 
 armor, until she could see ahead, and know that 
 Mills Seminary, its noble work complete, was about 
 to emerge into Mills College. 
 
 We are thankful that she lived to see it accom- 
 plished, that she had several years of well-earned 
 rest, surrounded by friends and scenes beloved, 
 amid the young lives being imbued with the very 
 principles for which she labored and won more 
 precious than gold or fame truth, reverence, love, 
 character, and the beauty of service. 
 
 "The long day is done," she has gone to a glor- 
 ious reward, and "her works do follow her." 
 
 "So He giveth His beloved sleep."
 
 THE following beautiful stanzas that I have 
 chosen for this last page are copied from a 
 paper worn and yellow, that is in Mrs. Mills' 
 Bible. 
 
 He came to my desk with quivering lip 
 
 The lesson was done; 
 "Dear teacher, I want a new leaf," he said, 
 
 "I have spoiled this one." 
 In place of the leaf, so stained and blotted, 
 I gave him a new leaf all unspotted, 
 
 And into his sad eyes smiled 
 
 "Do better now, my child." 
 
 I went to the throne with quivering soul, 
 
 The old year was done; 
 "Dear Father, hast thou a new leaf for met 
 
 I have spoiled this one." 
 He took the old leaf, stained and blotted, 
 And gave me a new one all unspotted 
 
 And into my sad heart smiled 
 
 ' ' Do better now, my child. ' '
 
 BIBTHDAY 
 OF 
 
 INDEX 
 
 DATE 
 JANUARY 
 
 CONTRIBUTED BY; 
 OB. SELECTED FBOM 
 
 .C. K. W. 
 
 (Elizabeth Nichols Tolman). 
 
 Marjorie Moore Brown, '03 . . , 
 
 1 ............ A New Year Letter 
 
 2 ............ A New Year Letter 
 
 C. W. 
 4. ..Address of Dr. G. C. Eldredge 
 
 5 ........ Jessie Norton Axell, '91 
 
 6 ............ M. M. B.; D. M. C. 
 
 7. . . Mrs. E. L. Dillingham, Hawaii 
 
 8 ........... Newspaper Clipping 
 
 9 ................. Mrs. W. H. 
 
 . .January 
 , . . .January 
 
 . .January 
 
 . .January 
 
 . .January 
 
 . .January 
 
 January 
 
 January 
 
 Mrs. H. S. Hyde, Ware, Mass. . ..January 
 
 Zara Zacbarias McConnell, '09. ..January 10 Z. Z. McC. 
 
 January 11 Clara Bowell Dole, '67 
 
 January 12 C. B. D. 
 
 January 13. . .Founders' Day Bulletin, S.E.P. 
 
 January 14 8. E. P. 
 
 January 15 E. C. D.; G. B. M. 
 
 Donna Whittaker Hammel, '99. ..January 16 D. W. H. 
 
 January 17... Marjr Laughlin Beardmore, '98 
 
 January 18 M. L. B. 
 
 January 19 Annie Poor Hastings, '75 
 
 January 20 A. P. H. 
 
 January 21 A. P. H. 
 
 January 22 Nellie E. Fuller, '76 
 
 January 23. . .Founders Day Bulletin, G.B.M. 
 
 January 24 Nora Allis Schmalhorst, '95 
 
 January 25 N. D. B. 
 
 January 26 N. D. B. 
 
 January 27 M. B. H. 
 
 Merrtl Bice Hunter. '04 January 28 M. B. H. 
 
 January 29 Miss Emily S. Wilson 
 
 January 30 E. 8. W. 
 
 (James and Julia Tolman) January 31 C. W. 
 
 FEBRUARY Pialm 85:10 
 
 (John L. Wittenmyer, d. 1913) . .February 1 C. K. W. 
 
 February 2 Fayorite Sentiments 
 
 February 3 Miss E. C. H. 
 
 February 
 
 February 
 
 February 
 
 February 
 
 February 
 
 February 
 
 February 
 
 Helen W. Kimball. '91 February 
 
 Dorothy Mills Smith February 
 
 ABRAHAM LINCOLN February 
 
 Mabel Hewes Chandler, '97. .. .February 
 
 Anna Geil Andreson, '90 February 
 
 Grace Roberts Moore, '70 February 
 
 . February 
 . February 
 . February 
 .February 
 . February 
 .February 
 . February 
 .February 
 
 February 
 
 (Sarah Darls, '81) February 
 
 (Emily Tolman Condron)... 
 Blanche E. Mills ......... 
 
 Nellie Dyer Belsterling, '72. 
 
 4.... N. A. 8. 
 
 5.. Founders Day Bulletin, A.C.F. 
 
 6.. Founders Day Bulletin, A.C.F. 
 
 7 For a Birthday of Feb. 11 
 
 8 H. W. K. 
 
 9 Lulu Blnger Harrey, '91 
 
 10 Birdie E. Anderson, 'OT 
 
 11 See February 7 
 
 11 Treasured Poems 
 
 12 Centennial: Mrs. Mill* 
 
 13 M. H. C. 
 
 13.. (See also Feb. 15) A. G. A. 
 
 14 G. B. M. 
 
 15 A. G. A. 
 
 16 (See Dec. 19); A. G. A. 
 
 17 Miss Julia's Daily Food 
 
 17 B. E. M. 
 
 18 N. D. B. 
 
 19 N. D. B. 
 
 20 M. B. H. 
 
 21 Collection of Beclpes 
 
 22 D. W.; N. A. S. 
 
 23.. Notes on Talks by Mrs. Mills 
 
 .. 
 
 .......................... February 24 . .Notes on Talks by Mrs. Mills 
 
 .......................... February 25 .................... Letters 
 
 Virginia Casebolt Daken, '76 . . .February 26 .................. V. C. D. 
 
 .......................... February 27 ...... Mrs. Mills' Framed Copy 
 
 Mary Lyon ................ February 28. .A Printed Article by "H. B." 
 
 .......................... February 39 .................. N- A. 8.
 
 INDEX 
 
 BIRTHDAY CONTRIBUTED BT; 
 
 OF DATE OB. SELECTED FROM 
 
 MARCH Genera Bhaw Kemble 
 
 March 1 Mbel E. Phillips, '94 
 
 March 2 M. E. P. 
 
 Either Blrdsall Darling, '86 March 3 Poems: "Up In Alaska" 
 
 March 4 LetUri to Mrs. Mills 
 
 Jeale Woods Wilholt. '87 March 5 J. L. W. W. 
 
 March 6 J. L. W. W. 
 
 March T Letters; Address W. C. B. 
 
 11 C. W March 8 M. C. W. 
 
 March 9 N. A. 8. 
 
 March 10 N. A. 8. 
 
 March 11 Helen Gardner Scorille, '76 
 
 Luella Clay Carson March 12 Mills College Bulletin, 1911 
 
 March 13 Personal Letter; H. G. S. 
 
 March 14 H. M. D. 
 
 March 15 Willie Flnley Reason 
 
 March 16 Born* of Mrs. Mills' Recipes 
 
 March IT H. M. D. 
 
 Mveh 18 H. M. D. 
 
 (Desire Tolman) March 19 Family Records 
 
 March 20 E. C. D.; H. M. D. 
 
 March 21 B. C. D.; H. M. D. 
 
 Mrs. Delia Condron March 22 D- M. C. 
 
 Harriett Raymond, '74 March 22 (See Mar. 23) 
 
 March 23 H. B. 
 
 March 24 H. B. 
 
 March 25 Mary Bouse Brown, '72 
 
 March 26 M. R. B. 
 
 (Laurie C. PeraU) March 27 Mrs. Laurence PeraU 
 
 (Daisy Klmball Adams) March 28 H. W. K. 
 
 March 29. . . .Oweylere K. Bingaman, '07 
 
 March 30 0. K. B. 
 
 Hettle B. Egc, '03 March 31 H. B. E.; G. K. B. 
 
 APRIL James 1:17 
 
 April 1 C, K. W. 
 
 April 2 Crrt Case Hooper, '81 
 
 April 3 A Letter to Miss Tolman 
 
 (Eleanor Boutell Nichols) April 4 A Letter to Miss Tolman 
 
 Ella Bishop Drury, '83 April 5 E. B. D. 
 
 April 6 C. C. H.; A. P. H.; J. F. 8. 
 
 Helen A. Benson, '11 April 7 H. A. B. 
 
 Mrs. C. J. Montgomery April 8 Mrs. C. J. M. 
 
 Laura E. Holmes, '07 April 9 L. E. H. 
 
 Mildred E. Ritchie, '13 April 10 M. E. R. 
 
 (Dorothy Holbrook, '08) April 11 H. B. 
 
 (John Tolman) April 12 C. C. H. 
 
 April 13 Alice M. Bobbins, '06 
 
 April 14 "Dedication of El Campanll" 
 
 April 15 C. C. H. 
 
 April 16 C. C. H. 
 
 April 17 M. L. B.; F. A. M. 
 
 April 18 A Letter by Mrs. Mills 
 
 April 19 Address; W. C. B. 
 
 April 20 L. T. M. 
 
 (James Boutell) April 21 C. W. 
 
 Sarah Garretson Pringle. '68 April 22 B. 0. P. 
 
 Alida Wadham Terrlll, '59 April 22 A. W. T. 
 
 April 23 Mrs. Laora Mellen Robinson 
 
 April 24 Jessie French Shull, '96 
 
 Mr. A. J. Ralston April 25 A. J. B. 
 
 (Elizabeth 8. Boutell) April 26 N. M. 
 
 Grace Elmore April 26 0. E. 
 
 (John Condron) April 27 Mrs. D. M. C. 
 
 April 28 J. F. 8. 
 
 April 29 J. F. 8. 
 
 April 30 J. r. 8.
 
 INDEX 
 
 BIRTHDAY CONTRIBUTED BY; 
 
 OF DATE OB, SELECTED FROM 
 
 MAY 
 
 (Fannie Bentley Hall, '97) May 1 M. B. 
 
 May 2 M. B. 
 
 May 3. ... In Memoriam; Cyrus T. Mills 
 
 (Dr. Cyrus Taggart Mills) May 4 1. M. T. 
 
 May 6 1. M. T.; J. L. C. 
 
 May 6 J. E. C. 
 
 M. B May 7 M. B. 
 
 (Addle Mills Titus) May 8 . . -Mary Lyon and Mrs. MlUi 
 
 Isa Mills Titus May 1. M. T. 
 
 May 10 I. M. T. 
 
 (Professor J. Keep) May 11.. .. Birthday Anniversary Remarks 
 
 Lily Johnson Cory, '74 May 1 1. (See May 12 ) 
 
 May 12 L. J. C. 
 
 May 13 V. C. D. 
 
 May 14. Personal Letters 
 
 May 1 5. .... Founders Day Address, M. B. 
 
 Honorable David Hewes May 16 Genealogical History 
 
 May 17. Helen Conway May, '05 
 
 May 18. ... .Remarks at Sunnyside, 1914 
 
 May 19. .... Remarks at Sunnyside, 1914 
 
 May 20 C. K. W. 
 
 May 21 Founders Day, '94 ; Dr.W.C.B. 
 
 May 22 L. T. M. 
 
 Alice B. Wythe, 89 May 23 A. B. W. 
 
 Adelia Payne May 24 A. P. 
 
 May 25 N. M. 
 
 (Ida M. Bradley) May 26 t. T. M. 
 
 May 27 Mrs. H. M. Hazeltine, 85 yrg. 
 
 May 28 Mrs. H. M. H. 
 
 May 29 Mrs. H. M. H. 
 
 May 30 L. T. M. 
 
 (Edward Trask Miller) May 31 L. T. M. 
 
 JUNE From Mrs. Mills' Bible 
 
 June 1 From Mrs. Mills' Bible 
 
 Jane 2 From Mrs. Mills' Bible 
 
 June 3 Birthday of June 5; J. L. C. 
 
 (Sara d'Ancona) June 4. . . .Letters fromMrs. Mills; A.S.d'A. 
 
 Jane Lockhart Crane, '75 June 5 (See June 3); J. L. C. 
 
 Jane Seymour Kllnk, '73 June 6 J. S. K. 
 
 June 6 J. B. K. 
 
 June 7 3. E. C. 
 
 June 8 M. R. B. ; Mrs. Mills' Letters 
 
 Mary Melville Tolman June 9....M.M.T.; Mary Lyon; Mrs.Mills 
 
 June 10 Mabel Rice Bigler, '09 
 
 (Samuel Tolman) June 11 Mrs. Julia T. Mann 
 
 June 12 Mrs. Julia T. Mann 
 
 June 13 Personal Letter 
 
 June 14 Personal Letter 
 
 (L. C. W.. d. 1904) June 15 Quotations; C. K. W. 
 
 Elizabeth Gurnce Anderson, '12 ... .June 15 L. 0. A. 
 
 June 16 L. 0. A. 
 
 June 17 M. R. B. 
 
 Anna Talcott Gawne, '90 June 18 A. T. 0. 
 
 Ilene M. Wittenmyer, '01 June 19 1. M. W. 
 
 June 20 1. M. W. 
 
 June 21 Address, Midwinter Fair 
 
 June 22 Address, Midwinter Fair 
 
 June 23 Dr. W. C. B. 
 
 (Hiram K. Bush) June 24 Nettle Russell Bush 
 
 June 25 Miss Anna C. Edwards 
 
 Clara K. Wittenmyer, '74 June 26 C. K. W. 
 
 June 27 Eulogy; Dr. F. L. Goodspeed 
 
 June 28 Address; Dr. W. C. Bartlett 
 
 June 29 Mr. George A. Montgomery 
 
 (Elizabeth Tolnian De Witt) June 30 "Daily Food" of Miss Julia 
 
 Laura Ellis La Mar, '09 Jane 30 L. E. La M.
 
 INDEX 
 
 BIRTHDAY CONTRIBUTED BY; 
 
 OF DATE OR, SELECTED FROM 
 
 JULY 
 
 July 1. ... Mills Memorial Magazine; J.H. 
 
 July 2 Mills Memorial Magazine, J.H. 
 
 July 3 Tributes to Mrs. Mills 
 
 July 4 Tributes to Mrs. Mills 
 
 (Sarah Tolman Foster) July 5 Recollections of Mrs. Millf 
 
 (Jessie Crow Brunei-) July 6 Treasured Letter 
 
 (Mary Atkins Lynch) July 7 Mrs. Mary Wadbam Frost 
 
 July 8 Mrs. M. W. F. 
 
 July Imogen Hawley 
 
 July 10. ... Tribute by Classmate of 1845 
 
 July 11 For a Birthday of July 13 
 
 (John Tolman) July 12 Mrs. D. M. C.; C. W. 
 
 Mrs. Martha Castor July 12 (See Dec. 7) ; M. C. 
 
 Bessie Klmball Pitcher, '01 July 13 (See July 11 ) ; H. W. K. 
 
 Mrs. Helen Mar Simon July 13 H. M. 8. 
 
 Helen Hurd Gambs July 14 H. H. 0. 
 
 Grace Hays Armacost July 15 G. H. A 
 
 Esther Church (Etta Casebolt) July 16 E. Church 
 
 July 17 A Talk 
 
 July 18 by Mrs. Millt 
 
 July 19 to a Grad- 
 
 July 20 uating Class 
 
 July 21 Mrs. Mary Chandler Wright 
 
 July 22 Mrs. M. C. W. 
 
 July 23 Honors to Mrs. Mill* 
 
 Mattle Kirby Hughes July 24 A. K. H. 
 
 (Sarah Howe Tolman) July 25 Jeannie Gregory. . 
 
 Nettle Russell Bush July 26 N. R. B. 
 
 Lillian Dolliver Bylngton, '86 July 26 L. D. B. 
 
 July 27 Founders Day, 1911; F. R. C. 
 
 July 28 Founders Day, 1911; F. B. C. 
 
 Margaret C. Dills July 29 M. C. D. 
 
 (Mr. G. W. Scott) July 29 M. C. D. 
 
 July 30 0. K. B. 
 
 (Kate E. Wood. '76.; d. '03) July 31 Mrs. Rachel Wood 
 
 AUGUST 
 
 August 1 . . .Clipping from Newspaper, 1871 
 
 (Julius Whittaker Hammel) August 2 D. W. H. 
 
 August 3 Mrs. Mills' Papers; M. B. H. 
 
 August 4 Mrs. Mills' Papers; M. B. H. 
 
 August 5 Battle I. Scott 
 
 Mary F. McDermott, '07 August 6 M. F. McD. 
 
 (Mrs. J. M. Chase) August 7 G. K. B.; C. W. 
 
 Carrie McKay Simpson, '04 August 8 C. McK. S. 
 
 August 9 Mrs. Mills' Papers; M. B. H. 
 
 August 10 Mrs. Mills' Papers; M. B. H. 
 
 Miss Elizabeth Herrmann August 11 E. H. 
 
 (Jack Dolph) August 11 H. M. D. 
 
 Winifred Case, '08 August 12 W. C., '08 
 
 August 13 Juanita Lauppe, '10 
 
 August 14 ... "Shells and Sea Life," J. Keep 
 
 August 15 Treasured Letten 
 
 August 16 Treasured Letten 
 
 August 17 Treasured Letten 
 
 August 18 1. M. B. 
 
 August 19 Appreciative Letten 
 
 August 20 Appreciate Letten 
 
 August 21 Appreciative Letten 
 
 Eliz Cwfflnell Dolph, '69 August 22 E. C. D. 
 
 August 23 Miss Anna C. Edwards 
 
 August 24 A. C. E. 
 
 Hazel Mills Dolpb, '03 August 25 H. M. D. 
 
 August 26 H. M. D. 
 
 Leila France McDermott August 27 L. F. McD. 
 
 (Irene McDermott) August 28 M. F. MeD. 
 
 Josephine E. G. Feusler, '90 August 29 J. E. G. F.; H. B, f. 
 
 Mabel A. Hastings, '10 August 30 M. A. H.; A. L. 
 
 August 31 A. C. E.
 
 INDEX 
 
 BIRTHDAY CONTRIBUTED BY; 
 
 OF DATE OB, SELECTED FROM 
 
 SEPTEMBER Mrs. Mills' Bible 
 
 September 1 Treasured Letters 
 
 September 2 Treasured Letters 
 
 September 3 E. C. D. 
 
 September 4 Professor W. W. Anderson 
 
 Anna L. Sawyer, '75 September 5 A. L. 8. 
 
 (William Dolph) September 6.. .Birthday, Sept. 5; H. M. D. 
 
 September 7 Treasured Letters 
 
 September 8 Treasured Letters 
 
 September 9 Treasured Letters 
 
 September 10 Treasured Letters 
 
 Lurita Stone, '09 September 11 L. 8. 
 
 September 12 Mrs. Mills' Papers 
 
 Rosalind A. Keep, '03 September 13 R. A. K, 
 
 (Mrs. Kate Miller; d. 1914)...September 14 H. B. E.; C. W.; A. M. D. 
 
 Alice M. Doughty September 14 A. M. D. 
 
 September 15 Miss Tolman's Class Book 
 
 (Miss Jane C. Tolman ) September 16 E. 0. U. 
 
 September 17 Mrs. B. W. 
 
 September 18 Mrs. R. W. 
 
 September 19 Treasured Letters 
 
 (Camilla King La Point, '09) . .September 20 Treasured Letters 
 
 September 21 Treasured Letters 
 
 (Miss Helen N. Henry) September 22 Treasured Letters 
 
 (Mrs. E. Seidel) September 23 A. W. 8. 
 
 (Mrs. Nancy Titus) September 24.. Welcome from Mrs. Mills, '11 
 
 Mrs. Susan Mills Smith September 25 S. M. S. 8. 
 
 September 26 8. M. S. 8. 
 
 (Cyrus A. Dolph; d. 1914) September 27 E. C. D. 
 
 September 28 E. C. D. 
 
 (Ida Anderson) September 29 The Rev. Dr. Landon 
 
 September 30 The Rer. Dr. Landon 
 
 OCTOBER 
 
 October 1 Treasured Letters 
 
 October 2 Treasured Letters 
 
 (Mabel T. Gray, '90) October 3 Treasured Letters 
 
 (Janet Gawne) October 4 A. T. 0. 
 
 Sarah Miller Frost October 5. . .8. M. F.; Letter to Mrs. Mills 
 
 October 6 Letter to Mrs. Mills 
 
 October 7 Mills Magazine; Mrs. Mills 
 
 October 8 Mills Magazine; Mrs. Mills 
 
 Joie Maze Bunker, '10 October 9 J. M. B. 
 
 October 10 J. M. B. 
 
 October 11 A Welcome 
 
 October 12 to Punahou; 
 
 October 13 Mrs. E. L. D. 
 
 October 14 Letter to Miss E. C. Hatch 
 
 Mrs. M. E. Doughty October 15 Mrs. M. E. D. 
 
 October 16 Treasured Poems 
 
 October 1 7. Treasured Letter 
 
 Alice Thompson Minor, '87 October 18 A. T. M.; N. M. 
 
 October 19 A Letter From a Student 
 
 Lizzie Trask Miller, '73 October 20 L. T. M. 
 
 Alice White Shebley, '81 October 21 A. W. S. 
 
 (Ruth M. Dodge) October 22 A Letter From a Student 
 
 Inna Chase October 23 1. C. ; Treasured Letters 
 
 October 24 Treasured Letters 
 
 October 25 Treasured Letters 
 
 October 26 Treasured Letters 
 
 October 27 Treasured Letters 
 
 (Lucius A. Tolman) October 28 N. D. B. ; C. W. 
 
 October 29 Roses to the Living 
 
 For a Birthday of Oct 31st October 30 D. W. H.; Treasured Letter 
 
 (Mr. Julius Hammel) October 31 (See Oct. 30); D. W. H. 
 
 (Miss Ellen W. Bushnell) October 31 Letters to Mrs. Mills; E.C.D.
 
 INDEX 
 
 BIRTHDAY CONTRIBUTED BY; 
 
 OF DATE OR, SELECTED FROM 
 
 . .NOVEMBER . .Commemoration of Mrs. Mills' 
 
 November 1 80Ui Birthday. NOT., 1905 
 
 November 2 The Invitation ; 
 
 November 3 The Beeepttai 
 
 (Annie Shaw d'Ancona. '73 November 4 In Century Hall; 
 
 November 5 Ceremonies and 
 
 November 6 Addresses in 
 
 November 7 Usser Hall; 
 
 November 8 "White and Gold" 
 
 (Alice Kimball Campbell, '89) . .November 9 H. W. K. 
 
 November 10 Addresses In Usser Hall 
 
 November 11 Addresses in Llsser Hall 
 
 November 12 Congratulatory Messages 
 
 (Deacon Samuel Tolman) November 13 Family Records 
 
 November 14 Congratulatory Messages 
 
 November 15 Congratulatory Messages 
 
 (Miss C. K. Goulding) November 16 A. C. E.; Treasured Poems 
 
 (Dorothy Ritchie, See Nov. 25) . .November 17 Mills Magazine, Dec., 1905 
 
 (Mrs. Carrie E. Trask) November 18 (See May 22) ; L. T. M. 
 
 Sitan Lincoln Tolman Mills. . .November 18 J. E. C.; B. M. D. 
 
 November 19 Remarks at Birthday 
 
 November 20 Dinner, 1914 
 
 November 21 Birthday Letters 
 
 November 22 Birthday Letters 
 
 Mary Wadham Frost, '63 November 23 M. W. F.; E. W.; B. M. 
 
 Nellie M. Moran. '11 November 24 N. M. 
 
 Miss E. C. Hatdi November 25 Miss E. C. H.; M. E. B. 
 
 November 26 E. 0. U.; Mrs. B. W. 
 
 November 27 Birthday Greetings 
 
 November 28 Birthday Greetings 
 
 November 29 Birthday Greetings 
 
 Nellie L. Denman, '74 November 30 N. L. D.; Birthday Letters 
 
 DECEMBER 
 
 December 1 Poem; Mrs. Mills' Bible 
 
 December 2 Bev. W. L. 
 
 December 3 Mrs. Mills' Favorite Bible 
 
 December 4 Letter of Sympathy 
 
 Aileen R. Lundy, '11 December 5 A. R. L. 
 
 December 6 A. R. L. 
 
 (Dr. George Castor) December T Mrs. M. C. 
 
 Florence H. Cadman, '11 December 7 (See Dec. 8 ) 
 
 December 8 F. C. 
 
 (Thomas' Tolman, St.) December 9 Genealogical Records 
 
 Elbe M. Hoag December 10 E. M. H.; Letter 
 
 December 11 Bible (See Dec. 1, 3) 
 
 E. Grace Unger, '81 December 12 E. 0. U.; J. L. W. 
 
 December 13 Mrs. Mills' Papers 
 
 Fannie A. Madison, '97 December 14 F. A. M. 
 
 December 15 Dally Press 
 
 December 16 Daily Press 
 
 December 1 7 .... Eulogy; Dr. Eldredge; J. H. 
 
 Ellen L. Mellander, '11 December 18 E. L. M. 
 
 (Mr. Andresen, See Feb. 16) .. .December 19 Harriet Rlddell Fish 
 
 December 20 Memorial Magazine. 1913 
 
 December 21 Personal Letter 
 
 December 22 Letters to Dr. Carson 
 
 December 23 Letters to Dr. Carson 
 
 December 24 Personal Letters 
 
 (Ida Madison Hunter) December 25 C. K. W. ; Personal Letters 
 
 December 26 C. K. W. 
 
 December 27 Rheta Kahn Todd. '04 
 
 December 28 Loving Friends 
 
 December 29 C. K, W. 
 
 December 30 C. K. W. 
 
 December 31 . .Memorial Tribute; M. C. McA. 
 
 Opp. Dec. 31 Mrs. Mills' Bible
 
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