Chautauqua reminds me of a teaching aid by that name which my mother bought me when I was five years old. I still marvel at the excellence of the concept. It was a small folding desk without legs, to be put on a low table, with a green chalkboard that folded down to horizontal, and a long paper scroll with all sorts of educational material on it. I spent many happy hours with it. My recollection is that it was conceived at a summer meeting place for teachers in upstate New York, which gave it its name. Too bad the teaching aid I valued so much apparently did not survive the twenties.