FIRST SABBATICAL YEAR (1903-1904)
GIVING college professors a free year at half-salary is good for all concerned. As a friend of mine expresses it, 'You can go abroad and acquire a few ideas, and with half of your salary the college can hire a better man to take your place.' In my own instance the college hired nobody to take my place and saved the money for some possibly more useful purpose. Upon reflexion, I found this wholesome. Had the garbage-collector taken even a month off, someone would immediately have been appointed to take his place; but when I went away for a year, it seemed that the college proceeded well enough without me. Thus the garbage- collector was more essential to the community than I.
On 20 June, having left our Irish setter Rufus with Fred Lockwood, our brother-in-law in Norwalk, and our grey cat Tiger Tuesday with our neighbours, Mr. and Mrs. Sloan, we sailed from New York on S.S. Pretoria, on our first Sabbatical, to be gone fifteen months. It was a slow, heavily-laden ship, twelve days to Cherbourg. We went directly to a pension at 117, rue Notre Dame des Champs, where we found our old friends, Professor and Mrs. Ralph Catterall of Chicago. At this same pension were also Professor and Mrs. McGiffert, and Dr. Philip Churchman, a Princeton graduate, now Professor of French at Clark University.
I used to wonder how it was possible for Americans to