It could be done; I was certain of it. And with just a speck of the emotion Wiley Post must have felt in beginning his famous round-the-world flight, I thrilled to the jingle of an electric bell somewhere outside the chapel lobby in which I was standing . . .

     To the Freshie and Soph. that bell mean "1:15 and time for school to begin." To the upperclassmen it meant "work." But to me, this particular afternoon it signified . . . well, I just hoped to start a round-the-campus tour at that time of day, with the end in view of seeing everything there is to see at Adelphian.

     The chapel, with its three sections of seats looking toward the rug-covered rostrum, was the first to greet my searching eye. With just an extra glance at the beautiful baby grand and silky flag, I turned toward the office doors.

     A glance through the slightly open door of the first office revealed the principal "a le desk;" while in the other offices two ladies were seen doing their secretarial work. The click of typewriters could be heard issuing from the typing room (behind the bookstore) as I started toward the descending stairs off the hall. At my left I passed the stairs leading to the second floor classrooms; at the right and across the lobby was the Bible classroom with its set of maps.

     At the foot of the stairs my very purpose might have been defeated had I felt at all studiously inclined, for here was a bookworm's paradise. But the library with its shelves of books and magazines, and the lines of tables were in a moment forgotten . . . From the end of the hall could be heard the metallic click and grumble of the printing press in the Academy print shop. Here was an interesting place, but the room adjoining the shop, the Physics and Biology Laboratory, was also worth seeing. On past the lab, and just before the history classroom, was the side exit door which opened onto the road running behind the Administration building.

     Around the building and up the side stairs I found myself in the boys' dormitory proper. Most impressive was the boys' parlor with its piano, bookshelves, and comfortable chairs.

     Down the sidewalk, past a faculty home, and up the boys' steps to the dining room (in the ladies' dormitory). Here indeed was an appealing lay-out. The dining room had just been cleared of remaining edibles and the chic, composition table-tops fairly shone, as did the piano in the far corner of the adequate room.

     In the kitchen I meekly made way for the busy dishwashing brigade. Finding the matron, who kindly consented to conduct me through the no-man's land of the basement floor, I was in a moment walking down a dormitory hall. Not without noting the preceptress' office and the neat rooms of the girls, I as led to the basement.

     On this floor the large laundry room displayed stationary tubs and a huge cylinder washing machine. Then there was the pressing room with a girl at each of several ironing boards. In another room, the bakery, a large table literally covered with chocolate-coated cup cakes as truly inviting. Passing through a fruit storage room we found ourselves going through a "back-door" to a truly musical garden. On one side of the hall could be heard the laughter of the pianos, while to my other ear came the mellow tones of a trombone.

     This hall led to the great out-of-doors, and bidding my matron hostess as "thank you" I made my way to the rear of the building. A long, low building was standing there, and upon investigating I found that, with the exception of the east end of the building, which accommodated the large automatic water pump, the building was a series of garages.

      Beyond the garage a panorama of the farm was spread before me. The orchard at the left, a grape-vineyard at my right, before me the farm buildings, and on beyond the barn was the beautiful pasture with the silvery Shiawassee winding amond the budding trees.

     Journeying down the road to the barn I passed grapevines, berry bushes, chicken coop, and finally the tool shed revealing hay rake, wagons, and miscellaneous farm tools. The barn, a super-structure, displayed its lofty beams, and mammoth hay mows, its lines of cattle stanchions, and the horse stables. I also noticed the grain room and some calves in a special enclosure on the east side.

     A retracing of steps and I was again approaching the main campus. A pair of misses were chatting in a pergola just west of the girls' dormitory.

     Hm-m-m, b-z-z-z! Even before I'd taken special note of the large yellow building which I was approaching, I realized the Adelphian Mill was at hand. Once inside, the sound of humming machinery was intensely attracting to say the least.

     Here a rip saw, straight ahead a cut-off saw, over here a buzzing sticker; and on my right the planer roared defiance to the three huge planks being fed to it. The foreman's office offered a safer and more direct route to another section of the mill, and emerging beside a table saw, and power drill I passed on.

     Here was a job for those who must knock . . . A half dozen boys were standing along a lengthy bench, nailing trellis. One lad was before a steel-top table, clinching the trellis nails. Still another worker was conveying the article up a flight of stairs to the paint room. After passing rows of unpainted trellis at the top of the stairs, I nearly ran into the paint vat. In the paint room there were two drying racks running the full length of the building. At the far end was the shipping equipment--wrapping paper, cardboard, shipping tags, rope, etc.

     So much for the A. A. Mill. But I had seen only half of the industries that were housed in this building. The Trimming Department occupies half of the second floor of the mill in a room running the entire length of the building. Upon entering this sorting room from the shipping room I found rags to the right of me, rags to the left of me---here a bale of plush, there a bale of leather, and over farther a massive pile of sorted and bagged trimmings was ready for the manufacturer. Beginning a third of the room from the front and reaching to the far end of the room was a line of eleven large sorting tables, each providing sorting facilities for two workers. The tables were side by side perpendicular to the length of the building and were separated by racks which accommodated open sorting bags. The forelady offered me statistics regarding bale weights from 500 to 1600 pounds apiece, and impressed me with the fact that they sort from two to three thousand pounds daily. That is certainly real industry.

     Leaving the mill via loading dock I set my sails toward the administration building once more. But hree, between the mill and the larger faculty home I found one of Adelphian's beauty spots. The rock garden had just had its spring cleaning and the fish pond was waiting for occupants, as was also the bird house above the little hill crest.

     A glance at my watch at this moment brought me out of a spring fever coma, and with head turning this way and that in making a final review of the spacious campus, the ball diamond, and the background of fir trees and grape vines, I circled around to make a three-point landing on the steps of the "Ad" building. I had completed a tour around the campus of Adelphian in just eighty minutes.