The Boy’s Lounge is between Edward’s and Walter’s rooms.
At first glance, it doesn’t seem like there’s much that would be hidden, since there aren’t a lot of dressers or closets in this area. If you thought that, you would be wrong! We found several little cubby holes that turned out to have maps and other documents. You’d never know they were there – it was a pretty fun find!
Here’s how the room looked when it was new:
And here’s how it looks today:
It’s pretty similar, but there’s one notable change – the privacy panel over by the hallway has faded significantly over the years:
These two photos don’t line up perfectly, but you can drag the slider back and forth to get a good sense of how things have changed (and how many things haven’t changed!):
I was surprised to see that the pictures hanging in the hallway haven’t changed!
Here’s a little detail from the fireplace. When you lay tile, you will always come across problems like this: the pattern doesn’t repeat in a way that allows for a clean transition between two tiles. The mason needs to make the call about where he or she thinks the joint would be least distracting:
Here’s a hand-carved inlay on the back of the chairs. No gaps here:
This little lead jockey sits up on the mantel. The nubby surface is interesting, and I’m not sure what causes it:
All the Congdon boys went to Yale, and the lounge also serves as a bit of a shrine to Yale. The ‘UBC’ on this old cap is definitely part of Yale, but I couldn’t find what U.B.C. stood for. I found the initials several times, but not what they meant:
We’ll see more from Yale in a bit.
Over on the bookshelves we find a few fun books. “John Barleycorn” is a fictional personal manifestation of barley, and all the alcoholic beverages one could make from it. Several authors have used this personification to describe their struggles with alcohol. “The Drones Must Die,” was written by Max Nordau, an Austro-Hungarian who was an outspoken social critic and who converted to Zionism. I like how it’s right next to a tiny little book called ‘Camp Cookery’:
Victor Hugo deserves a space on any shelf, but the book just to the right? A curious find.
There were a number of animal husbandry books. I love the covers on these old books – they’re so highly decorated! I also really like the little subtitle of this one: “How to know it & what to do”:
Here’s the cover page, with its lengthy description of what to expect:
Here was the cover page to another book, ‘Hints to Horse-Keepers’:
The cover page of another book:
Perhaps these animal husbandry books were used to help inform their choices on which horses and cows to buy and install in the Carriage House.
The last book of note was “The Covenant of Peace: An Essay on the League of Nations,” by H. N. Brailsford. The League of Nations was formed after World War I with the goal of preventing all future wars. We can see how that has gone. Part of the problem of the League of Nations (also shared by its successor, the United Nations) is that it lacks the control and authority to impose its sanctions, limits and decisions. As Brailsford describes, “If a League of Nations is to survive and work, it must possess genuine power of legislation.”
This is the herald of the Psi Upsilon fraternity, given a place of prominence over the fireplace:
This pillow was made by Clara:
Ned was an amateur taxidermist, and several heads around Glensheen were apparently prepared by him, including this mountain goat:
Here you can see where the mountain goat is, in relation to the bookcase. You can also see the storage area above the bookcase:
In that storage space were a number of maps, including this 1897 map of Isle Royale:
It’s impressive to see how highly detailed this map was, considering that all map making was done from the ground:
Here’s a look at the lounge from the hallway. One thing that this shows is the many trophies that they boys won over the years (on the little shelf above the couch):
The original blueprints described this as the ‘Lounging Room,’ which actually makes more sense than ‘Boy’s Lounge,’ especially considering that the youngest Congdon (Robert) was already ten years old by the time they moved in, and the oldest (Walter) didn’t actually live here.