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MY LIFE AS A TEACHER by Jotin Erskine J. B. LIPPINCOTT PPIILADEL1PHIA. AIsTD T TE V YORKL I3ST 3EX5XTTXO3ST NOTE WHEN I wrote The Memory of Certain Persons I could not find room in one volume for all the valued friendships of a lifetime, nor for the comment I wished to make on my three careers, in education, in music, and in writing. This volume is intended to supplement the outline of my work as a teacher which I gave in The Memory. When reference to that work is necessary I shall use the shortened tide. I did my teaching at Amherst, at Columbia, at Beaune, and on numerous lecture trips. For convenience I shall here treat these phases of my experience as though they were separate and distinct, though there were two instalments of the Amherst and Columbia chapters, and the public lecturing accompanied and overlapped all the other activities, both at home and abroad The chronology is given correctly in The Memory. The reader will not be confused by a slight regrouping of incidents. The material in Chapter XIII, on the PhX. degree, appeared in the New Yor Times for June 3, 1945. Chapter XI, on National Training, was first published in the Review of Reviews for October, 1919. I thank both publications for permission to reprint IE. CONTENTS I DEFINITIONS II H I AM INVITED TO TEACH 14 HI I BEGIN TO TEACH AND LEARN 19 IV TEACHER IN A COUNTRY COLLEGE 32 V PRESIDENT MEIKLEJOHN 50 VI TEACHING AT AMHERST AGAIN 63 VH TEACHING IN A CITY UNIVERSITY 78 VHI TEACHERS AND EDUCATORS RUFFLED BY WAR 98 IX TWO EXTRAORDINARY STUDENTS 117 X BEAU GESTE 126 XI NATIONAL TRAINING 151 XH GREAT BOOKS 165 Xm WHAT IS A DOCTOR OF PHILOSOPHY 176 XIV PHI BETA KAPPA 185 XV LAST TALKS WITH WOODBERRY 195 XVI LECTURE TOUR 204 XVII FRONTIERS AND HORIZONS 21 EDUCATION FOR MY CHILDREN 232 IMIY I-XDFE IBC IE CHAPTER I Definitions NOTHING in education needs explaining more than this, that a teacher may be neither a professor nor an educator, that a professor may mature to the age of retirement without teaching or educating, and that an educator, without loss of reputation, may profess nothing, and never face a class. A teacher is one who shows his fellow man how to do something, who imparts an active skill, and who kindles the desire to acquire this skill and to use it. In all creatures there is a natural ambition to live, which necessarily includes an ambition to learn, but even a natural ambition will need encouragement. The cow teaches the newborn calf to walk, the mother bird teaches her young to fly, though neither cow nor bird, so far as we know, has a teachers di ploma, or the equivalent, from a normal school. If the calf is re luctant to stand up, the cow gets behind and under, and gives a dramatic boost. If the fledgling recoils from the unsolid air, the mother bird pushes it overboard. This is teaching, of no mean sort. A professor is a person who knows all about a subject, or professes to know all about it, or at least a good deal about it, or about a part of it. If the part he knows is a very small part, the professor is called a specialist. When a sufficient number of specialists are assembled on a college faculty, the subject of which each knows only a small part 11 12 MY LIFE AS A TEACHER is said to be covered, and the academic department to which they all belong is regarded as fully manned. In ancient Ireland, if legend may be trusted, there was a tower so high that it took two persons to see to the top of it. One would begin at the bottom and look up as far as sight could reach, the other would begin where the first left off, and see the rest of the way. I would not imply that no professor is a good teacher, but I do say plainly that professors are not necessarily teachers they are not trained to be, colleges and universities do not engage them as such. A professor wears his Ph. D. to show not that he can teach, but that , as a reservoir of knowledge he is reasonably full...
Author: John Erskine
Publisher: Young Press
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Publisher: ECM
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The Abercrombie/Erskine/Mintzer/Patitucci Band (a/k/a The Hudson Project) is comprised of four of the most acclaimed musicians in contemporary music, each of whom has led his own band, and received great critical acclaim both as a composer and a player. On this DVD, the band performs a set of eight brilliant compositions two by each member of the group which range in style from the spiritual ballad feel of The Well by John Patitucci, to the second-line funk of Cats and Kittens by Peter Erskine, and from the country-inflected swing of That's For Sure by John Abercrombie, to the strutting groove of Modern Day Tuba by Bob Mintzer.
Publisher: Hal Leonard
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Publisher: Ecm Import
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This is a museum quality, reproduction print on premium paper with archival/UV resistant inks. Date: [no date recorded on caption card] Subject: Notes: Engraving after painting by Johathon Medina. This record contains unverified data from caption card. Caption card tracings: B.I.; Publ. Ind. Format: SOURCE: Library of Congress Publisher: Olde Yankee Map and Photo Shoppe
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Peter Erskine is recognized throughout the world as one of the most creative and expressive drummers playing in any style of music. His credits range from his early days with Stan Kenton to music as diverse as that of Weather Report, Chick Corea, Joni Mitchell, Michael Brecker and Steely Dan. He is also a composer of music for his bands, plus theatre, dance and film projects. In addition, he has released twelve albums under his own name, as well as several instructional videos and books. Peter has also been recognized with many awards, including being named Top Mainstream Jazz Drummer (six times) in the Modern Drummer magazine reader's poll.
Live at JazzBaltica features the Peter Erskine Trio with pianist John Taylor and bassist Palle Danielsson. Recorded in 1993 in Salzau Germany, this program captures a brilliant group on an especially inspired night. In Peter’s words: “...one of the all-time special performances of my trio...I'm still knocked out by how good it is.” Featuring over an hour of lyrical, swinging, inspired music, Live at JazzBaltica is a truly important document of a night of great music. Publisher: Hal Leonard
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Publisher: Autograph-Sports.com
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CONTENTS: a selection from: PART I - HELEN'S RETURN I The point of the story is that Paris gave the prize to Aphrodite, not because she bribed him, but because she was beautiful. After all, it was a contest in beauty, though Athena and Hera started a discussion about wisdom and power. It was they who tried to bribe him. They had their merits and they had arguments, but Aphrodite was the thing itself. Her remark, that he would some day marry Helen, interested him as a divine experiment in prophecy. It might happen or it might not. Very likely the goddess did not mean it as he thought; a wise man, even though he believed the oracle, would always wait and see. Meanwhile he did wonder what Helen looked like. He needed travel. He might as well visit Sparta as any other place. Cassandra told him not to, but she always did. -none warned him, but she was his wife. When he came to the house of Menelaus, the gatekeeper let him in, and since he was a stranger they wouldn't ask his name nor his errand till he had had food and rest. Menelaus put off a journey he had thought of, and practised the sacrament of hospitality. But when he found out who it was, he told Paris to make himself free in the house, and after polite excuses went down to Crete, as he had planned. So they all intended well. But Paris saw Helen, face to face. II When the war ended in Troy, with the fall of the city, Menelaus went looking for Helen, with a sword in his hand. He was undecided whether to thrust the blade through her alluring bosom, or to cut her swan-like throat. He hadn't seen her for some time. She was waiting, as though they had appointed the hour. With a simple gesture she bared her heart for his vengeance, and looked at him. He looked at her. The sword embarrassed him. "Helen," he said, "it's time we went home." They tell the story another way, too. Menelaus was not alone, they say, when he came on Helen in that inner room; Agamemnon was there, and others, to witness the final justice of the long war. Several who had never seen Helen, crowded in for a first and last look at the beauty for which they had fought. When Menelaus saw Helen standing there, he was conscious of his escort. Anger and strength oozed out of him, but those sympathetic friends were at hand, to see a husband do his duty. He raised the sword--slowly--not slowly enough. Then he heard Agamemnon's voice. "Your wrath might as well stop here, Menelaus; you've got your wife back--why kill her? Priam's city is taken, Paris is dead, you have your revenge. To kill Helen would confuse those who ask what caused the war. Sparta had no share in the guilt; it was Paris entirely, he came as a guest and violated your hospitality." Menelaus understood why his brother was called the king of men. But later in the evening he was heard to say he would have killed Helen if Agamemnon hadn't interfered. He had to take her to the ships for the night, with the other prisoners, but he couldn't make up his mind in what order they should set out. Not side by side, of course. He in front, perhaps. That idea he gave up before they reached the street. The emphasis on the procession seemed misplaced. He sent her on ahead to take unprotected whatever insults the curious army might care to hurl at her. But the men gazed in silence, or almost so. They didn't notice him. He heard one say she looked like Aphrodite, caught naked in the arms of Ares, when Hephaistos, her ridiculous husband, threw a net over the lovers and called the other gods to see her shame. A second man said he felt like the other gods on that occasion, who expressed a willingness to change places any time with Ares, net and all. Author: John Erskine
Publisher: Thomas C. Breuer
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Author: John. Erskine
Publisher: The Bobbs-Merrill Company c
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