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Ward  Seminary  Annual 


SENIOR   CLASS,  1900 


Not  far  from  Olympus  still 
Do  I,  when  gods  declare, 

Tidings  of  good  or  ill 

To  trembling  mortals  bear. 


Paths  happier  to  be  trod 
Now  lead  me  from  above, 

One  Master  onh- — God; 
One  message  only — Love. 


gcdiratinn 


Tn  uiir  m\m  has  brrn  si)in;:atlti'tir  in  aur  trinililrs.  yind 

in  mxr  good  fnrtxxnr,  rtnd  Invjing  ahunvs ; 

uilin  has  cmmuandrd  nur  rrs^rrt, 

inspired  our  luur,  and 

raised  nur  ideals. 

To 

lUtss  ;3rnntnv|s, 

gn  ine, 
the  Ollass  nf  lOUU, 

^criitatc  this  book. 


MISS  BELLE  J.  JENNINGS. 


WARD 
SEMINARY 


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was  organized  in   IHfio  by  Dr.   A\'illiain    E.   Ward,   who,  prevented  by  throat 
tronlile  from  continuing  in  acti\e  ministry,  by  the  advice  of  his  wife  rented 

tlie  Kirkman  residence  on  the  corner  of  Summer  and  Cedar  streets,  and  on 

September  2  opened  a  school  with  thirty  girls  present.  By  the  succeeding 
March  the  attendance  had  so  increased  that  he  purchased,  from  Mr.  W.  P.  Bryan,  the  present  site  on 
Spruce  street,  and  there  for  twenty-two  years  was  President  of  the  Seminary.  His  registers  for  that 
time  show  that  more  than  three  thousand  girls  were  intrusted  to  his  care.  The  life  of  this  Christian 
gentleman  and  noble  tvorker,  whose  aim  was  the  elevation  of  humanity,  left  its  mark  upon  every 
home  thus  represented  and  these  make  his  most  lasting  monument.  Dr.  Ward's  successors  were: 
Mr.  J.   B,   Hancock;  Rev.   B.  H.  Charles,  D.D.;  and  the  present  incumbent,  Mr.  J.  D.  Blanton. 

Through  Dr.  Ward's  administration,  Mr.  Hancock's,  and  Dr.  Charles',  Mrs.  Mary  H.  Robertson 
was  Principal  of  the  School  Depailment.  Hundreds  of  girls  through  the  South  remember  her  with 
.Ljrateful  affection  and  are  stronger  and  better  women  for  her  influence.  Inspired  by  these  influences, 
and  by  love  for  their  Alma  Mater,  the  Alumnae  of  Ward  Seminary  formed  their  Association.  All  will 
concede  this  most  suitable,  for  by  the  quality  of  her  work  the  school  has  won  the  right  to  lie  classed 
among  the  leading  educational  factors  of  the  South . 

Durin.g  the  Tennessee  Exposition  the  enthusiastic  graduates  succeeded  in  securing  Wednesday, 
Octolier  -2.  for  a  reunion  of  the  Alumnce,  and  at  this  the  foundation  of  this  Association  was  laid.  On 
April  22  of  the  following  year  the  first  formal  meeting  was  held  in  the  chapel  of  the  Seminary,  and  the 
Monday  of  Commencement  week  of  every  succeeding  year  was  appointed  Aluranse  Day,  the  business 
meeting  to  be  held  in  the  afternoon,  and  the  reception  in  honor  of  the  graduating  class  in  the  evening. 

At  the  first  meeting  Mrs.  Edward  Buford  was  elected  President ;  Mrs.  J.  Horton  Fall,  Treasurer; 
Miss  Lizzie  Lee  Bloomstein,  Historian  ;  and  Miss  Mary  Lucy  Mitchell,  Secretary;  and  for  each  State 
represented  in  the  school  a  Vice  President  was  appointed  whose  duty  is  to  look  after  the  interests  of 
the  Association  in  her  State.  The  present  officers  of  the  Association  are;  Mrs.  James  M.  Head,  Presi- 
dent; Miss  Lizzie  Atcheson,  Historian;  Mrs.  P.  A.  Shelton,  Treasurer. 

One  object  of  the  Association  is  educational,  and  at  the  last  meeting  it  was  deciiled  that  a  two- 
years'  scholarship  should  be  given  to  the  daughter  of  a  member  of  the  Association,  to  be  conditioned 
upon  the  previous  record  of  the  candidate. 

M.VDGK  C.  Hall, 

Rec.  Sec'v  Ward  Seminarv  Alumna;  Association. 


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WARD  SEMINARY. 


Board  of  Directors 


Gen.  G.  p.  Thruston 
Mr.  J.  B.  O'Bryan 

Mr.  W.  C.  Coi^lier. 
W.  G.  EwiNG,  M.D. 
Mr.  John  Hili,  Eakin. 


President 
Secretary 


Mr.  Henry  Sperry. 
Prof.  C.  B.  Wallace. 
J.  D.  Plunket,  M.D. 


Mr.  a.  G.  Adams. 


G.  P.  Thruston 
J.  B.  O'Bryan 

W.  G.    EWING. 


Executive  Committee 


President 
Secretary 


C.  B.  Wallace, 


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MuTTu  :   '■  W'liat  thou  lo\est,  that  thou  livest." 
Colors  :  Red  and  Gold.  Flower  :  American  Beauty. 

Officers 

President :    Katliarine  Cornelia   Winstead. 
Vice  President:    Maude  Selig. 

Secretary  :    Mary  Earle  Adams. 

Treasurer  :    Mary  Jane  Blue. 


Adams,  Mary  Earle,  B.L.,  Tennessee. 

Diploma  Elocution,  1900;  Secretary  of  Senior  Class,  1899-1900; 
\'ice  President  of  C.  L,.  C,  1900;  Vice  President  of  Kodak 
Club,    1900. 

"  She  towered  fit  person  for  a  queen." 


Armstrong,  Ellen  Baxter,  B.A.,  \'irginia. 

"  Not  a  thouffht,  a  touch, 
But  pure  as  lines  of  green  that  streak  the  white 
Of  tlie  first  snowdrops'  inner  leaves." 


Barr,  Bessie,  B.A.,  Tennessee. 

Trea.surer  of  Sophomore  Class,   1898;  Secretary  of  Junior  Class, 
1S99;  Associate  Editor  of  "  The  Iris,"  1900. 

"  Choice  worils  and  measured  phrase  above  the  reach  of  ordinary 
men." 


Beech,  Virginia,  B.L.,  Tennessee. 

Diploma  Elocution,  igoo;   President  of  C.  L.  C,  1900. 
"  Blithe  of  heart  from  week  to  week," 


Blue,  Mary,  B.A.,  Tennessee. 
Treasurer  of  Senior  Class,  1900. 

"  Comfort  ha\-e  thou  of  thy  merit." 


BuRKE,  Mary  Elizabeth,  B.L.,  Tenne.ssee. 

"  jModest,  vet  withal  an  elf.'* 


Cannon,  Wii.jioth,  B.L.,  Tennessee. 

"  Majestic  in  her  person — tall  and  straight. 


Damon,  Myrtle,  B.A.,  Tennessee. 

"Ala.sl     Who  can  convense  with  a  ilnnib  show  : 


Dickson,  Lizzette  Blanton,  B.A.,  Tenne.ssee. 

Secretary  of  C.  L.  C. ;  Secretary  of  Chorns  Clnb;  \'ice  Prc^-ident 
of  Kentucky  Club;  Secretary  of  S.  O. 

"  Mer  hair  was  brown,  her  sphered  eyes  were  brown," 


Epler,  Mary  Steve,  B.L.,  Illinois. 
President  of  Kodak  Club. 

"  Heart  and  hand  that  move  together.' 


Fi.sHER,  Minnie,  B.A.,  Tennessee. 

"  Kindly,  unassnming  spirit." 


GoANS,  Edna,  B.A.,  Tennessee. 

"A  gentle  maid." 


Hale,  Kittie,  B.A.,  Tennessee. 
"  Sweet  flower." 


"\  Herman,  Elizabeth  Ann,  B.L.,  Tennessee. 

Trea.surer  of  Kodak  CI  Lib. 

"  The  clianii  that  in  her  manner  lies 
Is  framed  to  captivate,  yet  not  surprise. 


Jones,  Rowen.'V,  B.L.,  Tennes.see. 
President  of  S.  O. 

"  A  violet  by  moss^-  stone. 
Half  hidden  from  the  eve. 


Lacy,  Sddie  Parker,  B.L.,  Tennessee. 
Special  Music  Certificate,  1900. 

"A  imn  demure  of  lowly  part." 


Lenox,  Mamie,  B.L.,  Tennessee. 


*'  But  not  once  her  mouth  .she  opened, 
Not  a  .sinsfle  word  she  uttered." 


Mason,  Effie,  B.A.,  Louisiana. 

"  She  ri,seth  while  it  is  vet  nitrht.' 


McCarthy,  Alma,  B.L.,  Tennessee. 

Assistant  Business  Manager  of  "The  Iris,"  1900. 

"  For  the  four  winds  blow  from  everv  coast  renowned  suitors." 


\  Monroe,  Virgie,  B.L.,  Kentucky. 


"  She  is  more  precious  than  rubies: 
.\nd  none  of  the  things  thou  canst  desire  are  to  be  compared  unto 
her." 


Park,  Madalienk,  B.A  ,  Tennes.see. 

Pre.sident  of  Delta  Sigma,  1S9S-1899. 
"  Flower  of  womankind." 


Patterson,  Alma,  B.L,.,  Tennessee. 

"  How  wide  the  forehead's  calm  expanse  ! 


Pryor,  Mary  Buchanan,  B.A.,  Tennessee. 

Vice    President    of  Junior  Class,    1S98-1899;    Editor  in  Chief  of       ^ 
"The  Iris,"    igoo;   President  of  Iris  Club,    1900. 

"  Of  all  things  good,  you  are  the  Ijest  alive." 


R.ATHER,  Mary,  B.L.,  Tennessee.  . 

"  Thine  eyes  are  like  the  deep,  t>oundless  heaven. 


RossER,  Ray,  B.A.,  Tennessee. 

' '  A  brow  of  pearl 
Tress'd  with  redolent  ebony 
In  many  dark,  delicious  curl. 


Sei.ig,  Maude,  B.A.,  Louisiana. 

Vice  President  of  Senior  Class,  1899- 1900;  President  of  Louisiana 
Club. 

"  She  was  a  woman  of  stirrinir  life." 


Strickland,  Marian,  BX-,  Georgia. 


"  All  our  di,^inty  lies  in  our  thoui^lits.' 


Thompson,  Conn  Overton,  B.L.,  Tennessee. 
Class  Prophet,  1899- 1900. 

Business  Manager  of  "  The  Iris,"  1900. 

"  Let  me  play  the  fool." 


Williams,  Isabel,  B.L  ,  Tennessee. 

Vice  President  of  Delta  Sigma  ;  Treasurer  of  Tennessee  Club. 
"  Model  of  beaut\-,  Ijotli  in  form  and  face." 


WiNSTEAD,  Katharine  Cornelia,  B.L. ,  Tennessee.  fj 

President  of  Senior  Class,  1S99-1900;  Treasurer  of  Delta  Sigma;        i 
President  of  Tennessee  Club. 

"  Such  strent^th,  a  dii^nitv  so  fair  !  " 


Old  Maid's  Memory  Book,  1925 


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liss  Conn.  0.  Thompson, 

Franklin  Road,  Nashville,  Tenn. 

Jack  and  I  will  arrive  on  the  ten-fifty  train. 

KATIE  NEAL  DOOLITTLE. 


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MARY  J.  BLUE,  ^ 

.A.,  Pbesid 

ELLEN  ARMSTRONG,  Secretary. 

MARY  B.   PRYOR 

Vice  Pres 

THE 

GIRLS' 

LATIN 

SCHOOL, 

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BOSTON,   MASS. 

.i!ssioner  General  Luke  Wright. 


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Goodlettsville  was  all  astir  last  niftht, 
the  occasion  being  the  d^bul  of  Miss 
Elizabeth  Ann  Herman,  the  charming 
daughter  of  Mrs.  K.  S  Herman.  Their 
beautiful  home  was  artistically  decorated 
with  palms  and  cut  flowers,  and  from  be- 
hind a  screen  of  evergreens  strains  of  soft 
music  filled  the  air.  Miss  Herman  was 
gowned  in  a  Parisian  creation  of  while 
silk  muU  over  taffeta,  and  looked  the 
veritable  queen  of  socit-ty  that  she  i.s  to 
be.  Those  receiving  with  Miss  Herman 
were :  Misses  Burke,  Lacy,  Lenox,  and 
Mrs.  Tom  Verasopht  {ncr  JIadeline 
Park),  and  with  their  charms  lent  grace 
and  enjoyment  to  the  occasion. 


^astor    N.    D.    Hillis,    of    Plymouth 
h,  Brooklv      "im      rcsi"-ne(l    fro'" 


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comfort  and  consolation. 


CANNON— BYG-ACRES. 

Mr.  Sam.  Cannon  announces  the  be- 
trothal of  his  daughter,  Miss  Wilmoth 
P.  Cannon,  to  Mr.  Bob  Byg-Acres. 


The  monthly  statement  of  the  pub- 
bt,  issuer"  'in'-  sin'- 


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gust, 
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f^es,  with 
tn  cost  is 


Yokohamji, 
,jt  IS  now  prevalent  in  Osaka.  Tn<. 
quarantine  will  be  reimposed. 

MISS  RATHERS  HOUSE  PARTY. 

One  of  the  most  enjoyable  affairs  of  the 
season  is  the  house  pariy  given  by  Miss 
Eatlier,  tlie  charming  and  attractive 
daughter  of  Mr.  Uatlier.  It  is  needless 
to  .say  that  the  guests  are  beinj;  univer- 
sally admired  and  entertained.  Gox  par- 
ties at  the  opera,  hinchions,  dances, 
drives,  and  ainiisenKntR  of  every  sort  are 
being  enjoyed,  .^niong  the  guests  are: 
Miss  Strickland,  of  Ciooryia  ;  Mii-s  Kosser 
and  Mrs.  Kittle  Hale  Smith,  crtTennessee. 
These  beautiful  women  are  lair  samples 
of  tlie  daughters  of  tlie  South,  who  are 
everywhere  admired  for  their  charming 
personality. 

The  f^reat  Paris  Exposition  was 
-^nened   pn   .\prll   14,  amid  much   con 


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wheat 
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Cl..\.ss  Yf.i.i,— Rickety  Rah  !  Rickety  Rah  ! 
Century  girls — Ha!  Ha!  Ha! 
What'U  we  be  when  two  years 

have  passed  ? 
Dignified    Seniors,     excelling 

the  last! 
Rickety  Rah!  Rickety  Rah! 
Beautiful  to  think  about, 
Ha!   Ha!   Ha! 


Cl.vss  Yei,l- 

-Rickety 

Rah! 

Rickety 

Rah! 

Century 

girls 

we  surel 

•  are! 

Rickety 

Rah! 

Rickety 

Reel 

Bachelo 

-girls 

we'll  never  be! 

h  of 
the 
all, 

has 
om 


loss  oi  $100,000.    Sevt      .hi, 

of  cotton  were  destroyed.     The  losses 

are  covered  by  insurance. 


Le.xi.n'gton,  Oct  IS.— The  season  be- 
gan here  with  the  three-year-olds'  race, 
there  being  nine  entries.  The  favorite, 
"  Ep,"  was  an  easy  first,  winning  four 
out  of  five  heats.  "  Ep  "  is  owned  by 
Miss  M.  Steve  Epler,  of  Illinois,  a  well- 
known  stock  owner,  whose  horse  "  Pry- 
or,"  it  will  be  remembered,  took  the 
prize  at  the  New  York  Horse  Show 


corre 
don 


George  H.  Brush,  of  Ridgely,  Te 
iust  patented  a  mach'       b 


MATINEE 

Sat.  Eve.,  Jan.  23 

4     L     15 

Vendome,  Sat.  Eve.,  Jan.  23 

MISS  ALMA  MCCARTHY 

"LA  BELLE  PARISIENNE" 

Prices,  $1.00  to  $5.00.    Seats  on  sale 

sly. 
life, 
ires 


'her 


will  aiipeai-  in  a  short  time. 


THE  BEST  SELLING  BOOKS. 

.\ccordiug  to  the  foregoing  lists,  the 
six  books  which  have  sold  best  in  order 
of  demand  during  tlie  month  are: 

1.  "One  Summer."  Virginia  Beech. 
(Scribners.)    $1.50. 

2.  "Bayou  Ballads."  Maud  Selig 
(Harpers.)     $1.50. 

3.  ''The  Snake  Charmer''  Bessie 
Barr.     (Appleton.)    $1..50. 

4.  "A  Kentucky  Courtahip."  Lizzette 
Dixon.     (I)odd,  Mead  &Co.)    $1.2.i. 

5.  "A  JIanly  Maiden."  Myrtle  Da- 
mon.    (Scribners. )    SI.  50. 

G.  "The  Science  of  the  Mind."  Min- 
nie Fisher.  (Small,  Maynard  &  Co.) 
$:i-iO.        ^ 

THE  FAMINE  IN  INDIA 

Neai'ly     ever^'body,     I     suppose,     is 
'var     of  ■         "'fty  mi"'  ile  are 


sell 
Engl 
in  .7 


Bis 

Sisf, 


TAKEN    ON    MV    FOKTIICTII    BIKTHD.W. 


C        I 


Flower 

Purple  and  White  Violets. 


Colors 

Yale  Blue  and  White. 


^ 


Officers 

President :    Kate  Warren  Chabwell. 

Vice  President :    Freddie  Mae  Schajiberger. 

Secretar}' :    Rebekah  Kinnard. 

Treasurer :    Mary   A.nna  GauT. 


Jank  Berry. 

"Black  are  her  eyei^ 
s  the  beriy  that  grow; 
n  the  thorn  by  the 
^avside." 


Kate  Chadwell. 

"  She  that  does  good 
for  good's  sake  seeks 
neither  praise  nor  re- 


Maude  Bush. 


"  Dreams  ill  lier  large 


Hattie  Cunningham. 

"Silence  is  a  true  friend 


Jane  BiIvES. 


"A  generous  soul  ■ 
ushinetothemind. 


WiELiE  Cowan. 


"Slow  ill  considering, 
but  resolute  in  action." 


Margie  Lin  Caldweu 

■'Good  humor  is  the 
clear,  blue  sky  of  the 
soul." 


"  Kindnes: 
shall  win  m; 


Jessie  Gant. 

The  voice  is  the  flow 


Georgia  Hickerson. 


;  to  account.' 


Cei,Este  Harrison. 

' '  Sweet  expression  is 
the  highest  type  of  fe- 
male loveliness." 


Fannie  Hutcheson. 
"I  know  what  stndy 


Mary  Gaut. 


who  ha.s  nnich 
akesniostof  her 


Edith  Holland. 


Work  first,  and  thin 


Hkrmink  Havkrkamp. 


"  Under  a  free  brain  gladly 
beats  a  free  heart." 


Rkbkkah  Kinnard. 

■The  fairness  of  her 
face  no  tongue  can  tell." 


Mary  Louisk  Lovf-). 


■IIli-  face  is  full  of 
nil,  llii:  overflowing 


Lettie  Owen. 

"  Patience  and  time 
o  more  than  strength 
r  passion," 


Maggie  Bki,l  Morrow. 

■  In  thy  heart  the  dew 
of  youth, 
On  thy  lips  the  smile 
of  truth." 


Eddie  Rieves. 


he  unspoken  word 
r  does  harm." 


Meta  Mitchele. 


"  Maiden     with     the 
neek  brown  eves." 


"  I^east  in  size,   b 
not  in  knowledge." 


Cl.\ire  Odil. 

'.'V  lovely  girl  is  above 


Lui..\  Riezves. 


Ruth  Rosser. 

"  To  be  honest  is  to  be  oik 
picked  out  of  ten  thousand.' 


Lii.i,iAN  Scott. 


''It  is  good  to  be  chi 
itable." 


Martha  Tappan. 

'Wlicn  women  wish 
to  carry  a  point,-  they 
dare  anything  and  ev- 
erything." 


Maggie  May  Wii^son. 

"  Individuality  is 
everywliere  to  be 
respected." 


Freddie  Schamberger. 


tnrt"  in  her  face  but  : 
a  copious  thenie." 


Jane  Watkins. 
"Tresses  like  the 


Mary  Kkene  Shacki.eford. 

"  Her  words  are  trusty 
heralds  to  her  mind." 


Kate  Wootkn. 

"The  ideal  of  beauty 
consists  in  simplicity 
and  repose." 


BROOKS  SPIVEY.— "  Her  checks  are  like  apples  that  the  .sun  has  ruddied.' 


NEI^ME  WKISE.— "O  faithful  conscience  ! 


Colors — Green  and  Gold.       Flower — Marshal  Niel  Rose. 

Motto — Loj'aute  m'oblige. 

J' 

Class  Officers 

President 

-     Vice  President 

Secretary 

Treasurer 


Mary  Cheatham 
Jane  Tillman 
Nannik  Overton 
Elizabeth  Glenn 


Class  of  1902 

Class  Roll 


Emma  Berry. 
Mildred  Bronson. 
Martha  Carrol. 
Florence  Clancev. 
Mary  Cheath.\m. 
Bessie  Dunbar. 
Elizabeth  Glenn. 

MaTTIE   GoODrASTURE. 

Pearl  Gunter. 
Bessie  Heffley. 
Kathryn  Hart. 
Hazel  Hirsch. 
Annie  Huey. 


Mary  Hughes. 
Fedora  Jonas. 
Mattie  Lou  Mann. 
Anna  McCampkell. 
Mary  Sue  Meadors. 
Mabel  Murray. 
Agnes  O'Bryan. 
Edith  O'Neil. 
Nannie  Overton. 
Sadie  Peck. 
Maud  Ridley. 
Louise  Shwab. 
Theo.  Scruggs. 


Alva  Scudday. 
Adine  Smith. 
Maud  Stebbins. 
Liza  Tally. 
Lena  Tamble. 
Ida  Thompson. 
Jane  Tillman. 
Mary  Webb. 
Lillian  Williams. 
Floyd  Wilson. 
Maud  Wilson. 
Sue  Yarbrough. 


One-Minute  Biographies — Sophomore  Class 


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NICKNAME. 

FAVORITE   STUDY. 

FAVORITE   OCCUPATION. 

ULTIMATUM. 

Emma  Beruv. 

"Sport." 

Primping. 

Writing  compositions. 

Old  maid. 

MILDKED  BRONSON. 

■'  David." 

Human  nature. 

Copying  "  Paradise  Lost." 

Vassar  professor. 

MARTHA  Carrol. 

"Biddy." 

Cooking. 

Riding  a  white  horse. 

Arkansas  traveler. 

Florence  Clancev. 

"Dmnpy." 

Singing. 

Going  to  church. 

A  Sutherland  sister. 

Marv  Cheatham. 

"Teen." 

Thirty-nine  articles. 

Riding  a  wheel. 

Clergyman's  wife. 

Bessie  Dunbar. 

"Norwegian  Pine." 

Bach. 

Practicing. 

Music  teacher. 

Elizabeth  Glenn. 

"Jonathan.- 

Composition  outlines. 

Reading  Ctesar. 

Society  belle. 

Mattie  Goodpasture. 

"Daisy." 

Painting. 

Tending  sheep. 

Milkmaid. 

Pearl  Gunter. 

"Pearline." 

How  to  scrub. 

Has  none. 

Housekeeper. 

Bessie  Heffley. 

"Eovuicer." 

Latin. 

Taking  gymnasium. 

Congressman's  wife. 

Kathryn  Hart. 

"Loviedove." 

Poetn'. 

Palpitating. 

Valentine  composer. 

Hazel  Hirsch. 

"Petite." 

New  York  styles. 

Standing  on  corners. 

Baroness. 

Mary  Hughes. 

"Skinny." 

Algebra. 

Prescribing. 

Doctor. 

Annie  Huey. 

"It." 

Gymnastics. 

Going  to  C.  E. 

A  foolish  virgin. 

Fedora  Jonas. 

"Frenchy." 

Fashions. 

Traveling. 

Concert  player. 

Mattie  I,ou  Mann. 

"Pink." 

Vicar  of  Wakefield. 

Playing  tennis. 

Florist. 

Anna  McCampell. 

"Fatty." 

Elocution. 

Dancing. 

Trained  nurse. 

Mary  Sue  Meadors. 

"Simple." 

Bible, 

Telling  the  truth. 

Missionan-. 

Mabel  Murray. 

"Chicariiie." 

Boys. 

Grumbling. 

Fat  woman  in  museum. 

Agnes  O'Bryan. 

"Vanity." 

Curling  her  hair. 

Playing  cards. 

New  woman. 

Nannie  Overton. 

"The  Wicked." 

Getting  out  of  her  lessons. 

Flirting. 

Ballet  dancer. 

Sadie  Peck. 

"Cutie." 

Measuring. 

Parading  the  streets. 

French  actress. 

Maud  Ridley. 

"  Sweetheart." 

How  to  ride  on  the  train. 

Avoiding  boys. 

Hairdresser. 

I^OUISE  SHWAB. 

"Weesy." 

Rag  time. 

Standing  before  a  mirror. 

French  countess. 

Theo.  Scruggs. 

"L,illipntian." 

Arrarigement  of  rats. 

Reciting. 

Teacher. 

Alva  Scuddy. 

"Miss  Knowall." 

Evei-ything. 

Bragging. 

Knowledge  box. 

Adine  Smith. 

"The  Great." 

Genealogy. 

Leading  cotillions. 

Globe  trotter. 

Maud  Stebbins. 

"  Freaky." 

Her  costumes. 

Setting  alarm  at  il  A.I\L 

Rip  Van  Winkle  IL 

I,izA  Tally. 

"Bean  Pole." 

How  to  grow  tall. 

Riding  on  a  tallyho. 

Typewriter. 

Lena  Tamble. 

"I.ena  Way  Back. " 

Street  car  schedules. 

Being  vaccinated. 

Governess. 

Ida  Thombson. 

"Togologa." 

Man. 

Going  to  football  games. 

Baltimore  belle. 

Jane  Tillman. 

"Curiosity." 

Learning  to  ride  n  horse. 

Asking  questions. 

Circus  rider. 

Mary  Webb. 

"Judy." 

Driving. 

Wearing  class  colors. 

Preacher. 

Lillian  Williams. 

"  Walkingp;ncyclopedia." 

Her  apiiearaiice. 

Singing. 

College  girl. 

Floyd  Wilson. 

"'Possum." 

D.  (J.  K.  Regulations. 

Posing. 

Photographer. 

Maud  Wilson. 

"Cassandra  Slim." 

Astronomy. 

Knitting. 

Bachelor  girl. 

Sue  Yarbrough. 

"Dago." 

Arrangement  of  her  hair. 

Riding  on  the  stfeet  car. 

Evangelist. 

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MoTTC — "To  be,  not  to  seem." 
Fi.owER— Pink  Carnation.  Colors— Pink  and  Green. 


Officers 


Maky  Miller  Bl.^-nton 
Sadie  Linusley  Warner    . 
Mary  Fite  Turley 
Fannie  May  Witherspoon 


President 

J  'ice  Presideii/ 

Secretary 

Treasurer 


Class  of  1903 


Class  Roll 


LoUie  Baisden. 
Mag-g-ie  May  Beaty. 
Sarah  Berry. 
Mary  Miller  Blanton. 
Alice  Carroll. 
Emma  Gale  Craig-. 
Helen  Crandall. 
Frances  Harris. 
Lula  May  Haynes. 
Binnie  Carter  Hodg-e. 
Lyda  Jackson. 
Laura  Belle  Malone. 
Theresa  McGavock. 


Sarah  Morg-an. 

Mary  Tom  Odil. 

Clara  Park. 

Mamie  Plicque. 

Mary  Sanders. 

Ethel  Smith. 

Laura  Kate  Thomas. 

Valery  Trudeau. 

Mary  Fite  Turley. 

Sadie  Liudsley  Warner. 

Sarah  Wendel. 

Gertrude  Bowling;  Whitworth. 

Fannie  May  Witherspoon. 


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N  the  year  1900  a  member  of  the  Freshman  Class  of  Ward  Seminary,  who  shall  herein 
be  nameless,  being  taken  with  a  convenient  indisposition,  was  sent  to  the  infirmary  for 
repairs.  She  had  provided  herself  with  a  ball  of  twine  in  order  to  facilitate  the  trans- 
portation of  a  large  bunch  of  bananas  from  the  street  below,  which  she  considered 
necessary  to  one  in  her  delicate  state  of  health.  When  darkness  spread  her  sable  wings 
over  the  mediseval  castle  known  as  "  Ward  Seminary,"  she  carefully  tied  her  curling  tongs  to  the 
end  of  the  twine  and  lowered  them  until  she  heard  their  click  upon  the  pavement.  Giving  them  a 
slight  upward  jerk,  she  realized  that  her  fish  was  firml}-  hooked,  and  began  to  haul  in.  "  The  catch 
must  be  a  large  one,"  she  thought,  for  'twas  very  heavy.  She  was  somewhat  startled  at  the  ap- 
pearance of  a  head  at  the  end  of  the  line;  but,  pulling  it  over  the  window  sill,  bhe  discovered  that 
it  was  a  fragment  of  what  appeared  to  have  been  an  ancient  piece  of  sculpture,  made  of  hollow 
bronze.  The  face,  which  was  sphiuxlike,  had  opalescent  eyes  of  some  peculiar  translucent  stone, 
and  bore  an  inscription  in  Etruscan,  which  she  readily  translated,  and  which  ran  as  follows  : 

If  you  look  me  in  the  eye. 
You  the  future  will  descry; 
Whisper  name  into  mine  ear. 
And  'twill  all  to  you  appear. 

How  this  weird  and  occult  talisman  came  into  the  po.ssession  of  the  writer  she  is  not  permitted 
to  state.  The  secrets  of  banana  raising  must  not  be  given  to  the  public.  Let  it  be  sufficient  to 
say  that  one  dark  and  stormy  night,  when  the  moon  was  full,  Jupiter  was  eating  crabs,  Mars  had 
a  quarrel  on  with  the  twins,  Neptune  had  accidentally  stuck  his  trident  through  the  tail  of  the  bear, 
and  Venus  was  wandering  through  llie  asteroids,  .she,  the  writer,  ensconced  in  her  lonely  tower, 
resolved  to  consult  the  fates  in  regard  to  ihe  futures  of  her  beloved  classmates. 

Hastily  wliispering  a  name  into  the  ear  of  the  image,  she  gazed  into  its  eyes  and  beheld  a 
vast  auditorium  filled  with  a  large  and  enthusia,stic  crowd.  At  length  a  figure  appeared  upon  the 
stage,  a  woman  dressed  in  while.     For  a  moment  only,  the  crowd  was  strangely  silent,  then  the 


people  seemed  to  shake  the  very  foundations  of  the  building  with  their  tumultuous  applause.  This 
is  no  small  wonder;  for  before  them  stands  the  world-famous  young  violinist,  Mile.  Marie  de 
Blantonousky ! 

Again  she  gazed;  the  scene  had  changed.  A  brilliantly  illumined  palace  hall  met  her  view. 
The  lovely  young  Duchess  of  Wheelbarrow  and  her  friend,  the  Duchess  of  Cannot,  were  being 
presented  to  Her  Majesty,  Queen  Victoria.  She  looked  more  closely  and  was  startled,  for  in  their 
faces  she  found  something  quite  familiar.  All  was  clear.  In  them  siie  recognized  Sadie  Warner 
and  Laura  Kate  Thomas,  formerly  of  Nashville,  Tenn. 

This  time  no  concert  hall  nor  enchanting  court  scene  greets  her  gaze ;  but  a  convent,  bleak 
and  drear!  What  would  she  find  at  this  uninviting  spot  ?  Presently,  from  the  principal  entrance 
issued,  clothed  in  robes  of  black,  the  beloved  and  honored  Mother  Superior.  '  Twas  her  old  friend, 
Valery;  but  O  how  changed!  How  little  did  she  think  to  find  her  here!  Valery,  so  full  of  life, 
of  unconquerable,  overflowing  spirits,  a  nun — stately,  steadfast,  and  demure — all  in  a  robe  of  dark- 
est grain  !     How  time  can  alter  one  ! 

Looking  once  more  into  the  wonderful  eyes,  she  saw  the  interior  of  one  of  Nashville's  most 
magnificent  churches,  beautifully  decorated  with  evergreens  and  the  season's  choicest  blossoms. 
'Twas  the  wedding  day  of  Sarah  Morgan,  one  of  Tennessee's  fairest  and  most  gifted  daughters. 
The  bridegroom  was  a  promising  young  physician.  Beautiful  was  the  blushing  bride,  and  equally 
so  the  maid  of  honor,  Mamie  Plicque,  who  is  also  a  leader  in  Nashville  society. 

A  .scientist  was  Lyda  Jackson,  of  deep  and  erudite  mien,  the  possessor  of  much  esoteric  wis- 
dom, and  highly  respected  by  her  fellow-scientists. 

Helen  Crandall,  she  found  to  be  occupied  as  lady  principal  in  a  celebrated  .seminary  for  young 
ladies.  She  was  living  a  successful  life,  and  seemed  contented  and  happy.  Associated  with  her  as 
teachers  were  Sarah  Wendell  and  Lollie  Baisden. 

Suddenly  before  her  eyes  there  appeared  a  procession  of  kings  and  other  royal  personages 
bearing  garlands  and  palms.  On  a  gorgeous  throne  in  the  background  sat  a  figure  in  robes  of 
green.  Over  her  head,  in  incandescent  lights,  flashed  out  the  word  "fame."  The  procession  ap- 
proached and  laid  their  offerings  at  her  feet.  The  observer  had  just  time  to  distinguish  the 
cla.ssic  features  of  Mary  Fite  Turley,  when  darkness  came  to  her  relief 

Theresa  McGavock  she  saw  as  a  blooming  young  matron  occupied  with  sweet  home  duties. 


Ethel  Smith's  keen  wit  had  placed  her  in  the  position  of  editor  of  "Puck,"  and  well  did  she  fill 
her  place. 

Frances  Harris  had  become  a  poet  of  sweet  and  charming  personalit}',  and  was  fast  taking 
her  highl)'  merited  stand  among  poets  of  every  tongue. 

Mary  Saunders  had  developed  into  a  learned  Latin  and  Greek  scholar,  and  spent  her  days  in 
digging  up  old  monuments  and  deciphering  their  inscriptions. 

A  great  volume  of  smoke  obscured  the  view.  When  it  cleared,  a  battlefield,  with  all  its  horrors, 
presented  itself.  Soothing  the  groans  of  the  dying,  dressing  wounds,  and  performing  offices  for 
the  dead,  were  to  be  seen  members  of  tlie  Red  Cross  Society.  Foremost  among  them,  she  dis- 
covered Mary  Tom  Odil,  whose  gentle  face  was  loved  by  all  with  whom  she  came  in  contact. 

Bennie  Hodge  a  brilliant  journalist  had  become,  and  her  name  was  famous  throughout  the 
entire  world. 

Much  might  be  said  of  Laura  Malone's  historical  works,  but  the  fact  that  they  were  to  be 
found  classed  with  Gibbon's  "  Rome,"  and  Guizot's  "  France,"  speaks  for  itself. 

Sarah  Berry  was  an  artist  of  great  promise  and  rare  and  singular  genius,  and  Emma  Gayle 
Craig's  voice  had  made  her  a  second  Patti. 

Gertrude  Whitworth  had  graduated  at  Vassar,  and  attained  great  honors  there  ;  while  Alice 
Carroll  was  spending  the  winter  in  New  York,  giving  a  series  of  successful  musical  entertainments. 

Next  the  eyes  of  the  image  showed  her  the  interior  of  an  enormous  theater,  upon  which  was 
being  played,  with  great  feeling,  "  Romeo  and  Juliet."  The  leading  lady  she  recognized  as  Maggie 
May  Beaty,  an  actress  of  great  note. 

Clara  Park  she  found  as  a  woman's  rights  advocate,  and  her  eloquent  appeals  were  heard 
throughout  all  the  country. 

Lula  May  Haynes  was  the  wife  of  a  well-to-do  banker,  and  was  living  in  great  state. 

The  fate  of  all,  save  herself,  had  now  been  revealed.  Raising  the  image  in  her  trembling  fin- 
gers, she  attempted  to  put  it  to  her  eyes  ;  but  her  hold  upon  it  had  been  very  slight,  and  in  a  mo- 
ment she  beheld  it  in  a  thousand  pieces  at  her  feet.  "Alas!  Alas!"  she  cried.  "'What  have  I 
done  ?      My  fate  is  sealed  from  me  forever!  "     And  with  this  she  sank  upon  the  floor  in  a  swoon. 

Fannie  May  Withkrspoon. 


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Mens  Sana  in  corpore  sano. 

'fhusiral  QJulturr  Exlnhitiou 

WARD  SEMINARY 


SATURDAY  AFTERNOON,  APRIL  28,  1900 
From  4  to  5  o-clock 


1.  May  Drill. 

2.  (n)  Swedish  Gymnastics. 
(*)  Club  Swinging. 

3.  German  Bell  Drill. 

4.  Fancy  March. 

5.  Ring  Drill. 
0,    Combination  Wani>  a 

Exercise. 
7.     Advanced  Cli'b  Swin 


All  lady  friends  of  the  school  ; 
cordially  invited. 


'^Uard  Scminarv)  Commencement 


MAY    17-30,    1900 


Thursday,  May  17,  8  p.m.     /iic/lal. — Pupils  of  Miss  Mclhvaine. 

Friday,  May  iS,  S  p.:\i.     Recital.  —  Pupils  of  Miss  Gear3^ 

Saturday,  Maj'  19,  S  p.m.     Recital.  —  Pupils  of  Miss  Cosgrove  and  Mr.  Allen. 

Monday,  May  21,  8  p.m.      Recital. — Pupils  of  Mr.  Starr  and  Miss  Caldwell. 

Tue.sda3',  May  22,  S  p.m.      Graduate  Recital. — Piano  and  \'oice,  Miss  Little. 

Thursday,  May  24,  8  p.m.     Annual  Recital. — Elocution,  "  The  Prince.ss." 

Friday,  May  25,  8  p.m.     AVr/A!/. —Pupils  of  Mrs.  Randle. 

Saturday,  May  26,  3  to  5  ;  S  to  10  p.,'M. — Art  Reception. 

Sundaj',  May  27,  i  i  a.m.      Baccalaureate  Sermon,    Rev.  Jas.  I.  \'ance,  D.D. 

Monday,  May  28,  8  p.m.     Aliinuiic  Reception  to  Senior  Class. 

Tuesday,  May  29,  8  to  10  p.m.      Graduate  Recital. — Music  and  lilocutiou. 

Wedne.sday,  May  30,  11  .\.m.     Address  to  Graduates,  Professor  William  Spencer  Currell,  Ph.D. 
Conferring  Diplomas. 


Clang,  Clang,  Clang! 

( With  apologies  to  Tennyson  I 


LANG,  CUiiiK,  ClaiiR! 

I  iR-ar  thy  rail,  O  bell, 

Anil  I  would  that  my  tongue  coulil  utter 
The  thoughts  that  within  me  dwell; 
For  I  know  I  am  late  tor  breakfast, 
And  I  feel  that  stony  stare 

That  comes  from  the  angry  teacher— 
A  warning,  I'd  best  take  care. 
But,  still,  I  am  always  tardy, 

Though  I  honestly,  earnestly  strive 
To  get  up  when  I  hear  that  gong  ring. 
And  be  there  at  six  fifty-five. 
Clang,  clang,  clang! 

Comes  sharply  again  to  nn-  ears, 
And  it  always  has  this  meaning: 
A  lecture,  repentance,  and — tears. 

— Is.\m-.r.  Wiij.i.\M.s 


The  Senior^s  Story 


WAS  the  night  for  our  club  to  meet  in  mj-  room.  Mr. 
Blanton  had  \-er3'  kindly  permitted  u.s  to  form  the  dub, 
with  the  provision  that  it.s  meeting.s  were  not  to  interfere 
with  our  college  duties;  in  fact,  though  no  such  admission 
was  e\-er  made  in  so  manj-  words,  he  permitted  the  club 
to  exist  s///>  rosa  in  the  Seminar}'.  It  was  a  story-tellers' 
club.  Each  member  was  put  under  solemn  obligation  to 
hatch  up  a  story  and  tell  it  at  some  meeting.  This  had 
been  the  order  pursued  by  the  others  until  my  turn  was 
now  due.  I  had  racked  my  brain  for  the  last  several 
months  trying  to  evolve  .some  fabrication  from  my  un- 
imaginative mind,  and  I  felt  that  I  had  not  only  failed, 
but  must  certainly  continue  to  fail  in  the  future.  I  had 
never  been  able  to  tell  a  story  when  it  had  been  produced 
by  some  one  else,  and  the  task  of  making  the  story  and 
telling  it,  too,  seemed  ridiculously  far  beyond  me.  Now 
that  my  fate  was  staring  me  in  the  face,  I  felt  deeply  conscious  that  I  had  been  almost  a  traitor 
to  permit  myself  to  join  a  story-tellers'  club.  To  tell  the  whole  truth,  I  had  had  at  each  meeting 
qualms  of  conscience  ;  had  felt  my  guilt,  but  not  sufficiently  keen  to  stick  to  my  half-formed 
resolution  to  confess  and  resign.  So  I  had  not  done  it.  I  had  listened  to  the  stories  told  bj'  the 
others  in  titrn  with  varied  and  conflicting  sensations,  first  with  wondering  approval,  and  then 
with  fault-finding  disapproval.  It  was  so  easy,  as  I  looked  back  upon  it,  to  sit  in  judgment  upon 
the  efforts  of  others,  and  yet  now  I  realized  with  a  vengeance  that  to  criticise  and  find  fault  is, 
after  all,  easier  than  to  do  better  oneself.  Therefore,  I  sat  in  my  room  almost  prostrated  with 
the  overwhelming  sense  of  inability  to  do  as  well  as  those  I  had  thought  in  nn-  ignorant  pride 


were  so  iinperfectl_v  "  filling  the  bill  "  ol  the  club's  demand.  At  the  thought  of  the  ordeal  so  rap- 
idly approaching,  the  cold,  clammy  perspiration  came  out  on  my  hands  and  feet.  If  Mi.ss  Carter 
had  come  in  on  me  then,  and,  doubting  my  state  of  health,  had  put  her  educated  touch  upon  me, 
I  am  sure  she  would  have  pronounced  me  suffering  with  a  chill,  possibly  a  congestive  chill,  or 
even  approaching  death. 

For  the  sake  of  the  privacy  we  were  tacitly  allowed  to  meet  late,  our  meetings  .sometimes 
lasting  for  an  hour  or  two  after  lights  were  out.  I  had  gone  up  to  my  fourth-story  room,  south 
wing,  at  once  after  supper,  That  awful  coming  event  had  already  begun  to  cast  its  baleful 
shadow  over  me,  and  I  felt  I  must  get  off  for  a  while  to  bring  myself  into  some  composure,  if 
possible.  It  was  all  in  vain.  Disgrace,  as  I  felt  it,  like  an  avenging  Nemesis,  was  just  behind 
nie.  I,  the  vny  /as/  of  the  ten,  was  about  to  make  ihe Ji/s/  failure.  I  realized  now  that  the  poor- 
est effort,  that  one  that  I  had  thought  so  imperfect,  was  as  beautiful  as  a  dream  of  happiness  and 
as  perfect  as  an  ideal  fancy  from  the  poet's  heart  on  fire  with  his  theme.  My  mind  would  not  or 
could  not  work,  and  my  memory,  usually  .so  good  to  help  me,  was  a  perfect  blank;  so,  like  a  rud- 
derless vessel,  I  drifted  to  my  fate. 

Hush !  Was  that  the  step  of  the  first  member  ?  No,  nothing  but  the  hungry  wandering  of  a 
mouse.  I  could  not  repress  a  ghastly  smile  at  the  thought  of  a  mouse,  of  all  living  things,  wan- 
dering about  in  a  college  for  young  ladies.  Thus,  it  is  said,  men  will  sometimes  go  to  death  with 
a  smile  on  their  lips.  But  that  smile  seemed  to  loosen  something  in.side  of  me,  and,  much  to  my 
joy,  I  felt  a  wave  of  blood  leave  my  heart  and  run  through  me,  carrying  warmth  and  (what  was  more 
important)  a  feeling  of  renewed  life.  Strange  to  say,  I  felt  confidence  growing  in  me,  although 
I  could  not  tell  upon  what  basis  it  developed,  and  was  not  inclined  to  take  time  to  analyze  it. 
I  was  too  deeply  grateful  that  I  was  to  meet  my  fate  in  a  better  frame  of  mind,  to  say  the  least, 
and  I  just  shut  my  eyes  with  those  joy  bells  ringing  in  my  ears  and  enjoyed  that  thrill  of  satis- 
faction to  the  fullest  extent.  The  next  moment  I  opened  my  eyes  glowing  with  delight,  for  when 
my  lids  shut  out  my  lamp  and  the  fire  light  I  .saw  a  vision.  Never  mind  what  it  was:  that  will 
come  later;  but  that  glimp.se  was  like  a  peep  into  heaven.  I  wanted  to  sing,  to  shout,  to  dance, 
to  tunable  on  the  bed — wanted  to  do  everything  a  well-ordered  Senior  ought  not  to  do — and  I  had 
hard  work  to  hold  myself  in  check.  The  prisoner  sentenced  to  die,  standing  with  the  yawning 
grave  just  behind  him,  momentarily  expecting  the  flash  of  the  rifles,  ne%'er  received  his  reprieve 
with  a  greater  shock  of  joy  than  I  did  when  I  realized  that  my  pride  was  not  to  tumble  to  the 


dnst.  Now  I  would  welcome  the  (irdeal  and  feel  satisfied  with  any  outcome.  The  critic  in  me 
was  dead,  and  my  soul  leaped  within  me  as  the  man  whose  faith  had  made  him  whole.  I  felt  I 
had  passed  a  crisis  in  my  life  which  would  exert  a  humanizing-  influence  to  its  latest  years.  What 
a  respect  for  others  had  grown  within  me!  What  a  charity — wide,  liberal,  generous!  So  happy 
and  elated  did  I  feel  that  I  sat  there  with  almost  palpitating  breath  to  enjoy  the  luxnr)'  of  a  good 
"  think  "  before  the  quiet  assembling  of  the  club  Back  and  forth  along  my  college  course,  now  so 
soon  to  close,  my  mind  flew  like  the  bii.sy  .shuttle  of  the  weaver.  The  glowing  radiance  that  the 
future  had  suddenl}'  taken,  .seemed  to  glow  along  the  pathway  of  the  years  behind  me  also,  and 
the  successive  gradations  of  my  intellectual  training  seemed  suddenly  to  assume  definite  propor- 
tions and  to  flame  with  vivid  meaning.  I  felt  as  if  my  mind  had  hitherto  been  a.sleep  and  had 
just  now  awakened  to  the  sunlight  of  a  fully  developed  strength.  I  felt  that  the  attitude  that  had 
formerly  been  mine  toward  classmates  and  teachers  had  somehow  changed.  They  were,  of  course, 
untouched;  so  it  must  be  that  I  had  undergone  this  wonderful,  all-pervading  change.  As  I  thrilled 
through  and  through  with  my  new-found  ecstasy,  I  felt  that  I  resembled  m^'  old  self  less  than  the 
airj'  butterfl)'  resembles  the  ugly  chrysalis  from  which  it  has  j  ust  escaped.  The  past  took  on  a  fuller 
meaning;  the  future  offered  an  illimitable  opportunity.  As  my  mental — and,  I  might  add,  my 
soul — exaltation  increased,  I  felt  I  must  fill  my  lungs  with  more  of  life's  elixir,  and  so  I  threw  my 
head  back  to  get  a  deep  breath,  when  I  lost  my  balance  and  fell  from  the  chair.  Mj'  castle  in  Spain 
was  all  a  dream,  and  the  crushing  sense  of  my  impending  degradation  rolled  like  an  icy  avalanche 
upon  me.  D.  R.  S. 


The  VioIin^s  Story 


I  lie  forgotten  in  these  walls, 

Where  even  sunshine  nia\-  not  stra}-, 
So  closely  doth  the  yellow  earth 

Bar  out  the  litfht  of  dav. 


Across  my  breast  the  broken  bow 
Rests  idly — it  has  lain  for  years- 

And  one  by  one  my  silver  strings 
Have  fallen  unite  as  tears. 


Yet  he,  my  master,  as  he  played 

Across  my  throbbing  bosom,  pressed 

His  slender  fingers,  and  his  curls 
I'pon  my  heart  were  wont  to  rest. 


He  wandered  'neath  the  gold  and  Tilue 
Of  Andalusia's  sunny  skies. 

And  ever  into  song  caressed 
The  cadence  of  our  mingling  sighs. 


And  I,  a  violin,  brown  with  mold, 

Vet  time  hath  sweetened  by  her  tread, 

Within  this  narrow  box,  and  by 

The  side  of  him,  my  master — dead! 


They  found  him  at  the  fountain's  brink. 
And  cold  upon  my  arching  breast 

His  lips;  and  I,  a  violin,  nmle, 

Upon  his  \oung,  dead  heart  was  pressed. 


And  here  within  the  grassy  rod, 
Beyond  the  busy  lives  of  men, 

Alone  with  Nature  and  with  God, 
Thev  l)urieil  us  beneath  the  fen. 


And  with  the  chill  of  setting  sun 
I  hear  across  the  fallow  marsh 

The  long-beaked  crane  her  wand'ring  mate 
Recall  with  wild  notes  weird  and  harsh. 


Here,  where  the  blushing  jasmine  binds 
The  willow  with  her  twisted  arms, 

I  slumber  in  the  silent  clay 

Beneath  the  green  and  spreading  palm. 


And  here  his  spirit  softh'  comes 
To  greet  me  with  the  love  of  years, 

And  as  the  pale  moon  waxeth  old, 
We  meet  and  linger  with  our  tears. 


Soon,  soon  m^'  form  shall  crumbling  die. 
And  mingle  with  the  loamy  earth; 

The  flowered  moor,  the  stagnant  tarn, 
Shall  give  a  modern  citv  birth! 


Will  Progress  mark  her  chan.ges  here 
By  era  of  the  harp  and  pen  ? 

Will  nations  meet  upon  tlie  soil 

That  once  has  been  our  loneh-  fen  ? 


The  antlienis  of  forgotten  rears. 
In  time  shall  live  again  to  prove 

That  still  upon  his  heart  there  lies 
A  dead  musician's  only  love. 

— G.\RNET  NoEi,. 


Our  Pound  Party 


BREATHLESS  hush  fell  upon  us  all  wheu  Nydia  Rutledge  sat  up  straight,  her 
eyes  glowing  like  coals  of  fire  in  a  face  almost  ashen  witli  emotion.  We  felt  that 
something  was  coming.  Somehow  the  silence  before  a  storm  burst  was  the  feeling 
that  had  been  insensibly  growing  in  our  minds,  as  we  saw  her  flush  and  pale  with 
alternate  waves  of  suppres.sed  excitement.  Our  gathering  was  rather  unique 
Strictly  against  Seminary  rules,  we  had  conspired  to  give  this  strange,  self- 
poised  girl  a  treat,  garnished  with  a  genuine  surprise.  It  was  just  at  tlie  close  of  the  Christ- 
mas holiday  vacation,  when  the  boxes  of  good  things  were  almost  emptied  of  their  hoarded 
goodies.  It  had  been  noticed  that  Nydia  Rutkdge  had  not  received  any  box  from  hiane.  When 
this  was  seen  and  fully  realized,  we  more  fortunate  ones  felt  a  sympathetic  tenderness  come  over 
us  toward  her;  yet,  however  genuine  the  feeling,  none  of  us  could  have  spoken  to  her.  She  had 
held  everybody  at  arm's  reach,  as  we  then  decided,  although  no  consciousness  of  any  feeling  of 
coldness  was  present  to  any  one.  It  was  just  known  to  be  the  case  when  the  subject  was  discussed, 
and  that  was  all  there  was  to  it.  Ways  and  means  were  privately  discussed  as  to  how  we  could 
best  contribute  at  least  the  remnants  of  our  Chri.stmas  dainties  to  her  pleasure.  When  the  prop- 
osition was  made  it  was  adopted  unanimously,  and  it  .seemed  the  easiest  thing  in  the  world  to  do: 
but  b\-  the  time  we  had  rejected  some  half  dozen  schemes  as  not  suitable,  it  began  to  dawn  upon 
us  that  it  was  the  liardest  kind  of  thing  to  do.  We  had  all  known  her  and  liked  her  in  a  general 
way;  but  upon  the  demand  being  made  for  volunteers  to  do  something  tangible,  it  developed  that 
she  had  not  been  intimate  with  any  one  of  us  or  any  one  of  her  other  schoolmates.  Theretore  our 
good  intention  seemed  about  to  die  of  congenital  lack  of  vitality.  At  last,  however,  some  genius — 
I  believe  it  was  Miss  Peck,  tliough  I  am  not  certain  — suggested  that  we  might  give  her  a  surprise 
party  some  night,  and  each  one  was  to  contribute  what  she  had  or  what  she  thought  best.  I 
called  it  a  "pound  paitw"  l)ul  the  girls  laughed  that  out  of  countenance,  because  some  of  them 
did  not  have  a  pound  of  anything  left.  But,  anyway,  call  it  what  you  please,  we  decided  to  drop 
in  on  her  some  night  and  have  a  feast  as  the  closing  event  of  our  holiday  vacation. 


In  our  little  world  it  does  not  take  long  to  mature  a  plan,  especially  if  it  has  anything  to  do 
with  eating,  and  bv  the  following  night,  like  a  band  of  conspirators,  we  slipped  along  tlie  corri- 
dors to  her  room,  I  think  at  first  she  was  inclined  to  disregard  our  leader's  knock,  thinking  it 
was  some  prank;  but  the  certain,  confident  tone  it  next  assumed  opened  the  door  at  once.  She 
showed  surprise,  if  not  annoyance,  also,  at  the  sight  that  met  her  gaze,  Init  in  tlie  next  nioir.ent 
we  were  invited  in.  Six  girls  in  one  room,  and  that  not  the  biggest,  are  a  good  many,  and  it 
took  some  diplomatic  as  well  as  unconventional  managing  to  get  us  all  seated.  Without  prelimi- 
naries our  leader  stated  the  object  of  the  meeting,  just  as  in  one  of  our  literary  societies.  I  tell 
you,  it  took  a  good  one  to  keep  right  on  beyond  the  danger  line,  as  she  did,  when  N\dia  began  to 
stiffen  and  freeze  as  the  full  import  of  our  call  dawned  upon  her.  But  we  had  not  reckoned  with- 
out our  host,  and  she  was  just  compelled  to  understand  that  our  hearts  were  right,  whatever  our 
methods  lacked.  All  the  "  returns,"  as  I  called  them,  were  in  by  the  time  our  peace  was  fully  estab- 
lished, and  the  top  of  her  small  center  taljle  was  covered  with  fruit  cake,  sardines,  raisins,  marsh 
mallows,  and  so  on,  until  it  would  have  made  the  mouth  of  a  cannon  icatcr  to  have  seen  the 
spread.  Opening  our  mouths  seemed  to  open  our  hearts — or  just  the  reverse,  if  it  suits  >oa  better  — 
and  the  icy  atmosphere  rose  in  temperature  at  a  rapid  rate.  Conventionality  Hew  out  of  the  win- 
dow, and  joyous  hilarity  ruled  in  its  stead.  Our  talk  rambled  as  inclination  or  impulse,  especially 
the  latter,  dictated;  and,  but  for  that  occasional  something  that  Nydia  seemed  to  swell  with,  all 
was  as  serene  as  could  be.  No  one  seemed  to  notice  her  or  to  fear  any  accident,  yet  all  of  us  were 
perfectly  prepared  for  something,  if  not  anj'thing,  when  that  hush  which  I  have  mentioned  fell 
upon  us.  Nj'dia  had  straightened  up  with  talk  in  her  manner  and  a  strange  condnnation  of  con- 
flicting emotions  was  playing  changes  on  her  face. 

"  Girls,"  she  began,  "  now  that  our  feast  is  about  over,  I  feel  that  I  ought  to  dn  more  than 
thank  you.  I  find  my  heart  so  full  of  varying  surges  of  inclination  that  it  is  almost  impossible 
for  me  to  articulate  at  all.  I  may  not  say  what  I  wish  to;  in  fact,  I  feel  that  I  cannot:  but  because 
I  so  full)'  appreciate  your  kind  intentions  I  feel  that  I  must  fail  trying  to  do  my  l>est  to  that  end. 
I  realize  more  fully  than  you  think  how  this  tangible  kindness  is  onl\-  the  outward  manife'-tation 
of  your  intangible  good  will,  and  I  know  the  sympathetic  hearts  that  throb  back  of  this  pleasant 
little  party.  I  feel,  too,  that  the  foolish  pride  which  all  but  caused  me  to  treat  you  rudely  at  the 
outset  should  be  atoned  for  by  a  confidence  from  me  to  you.  This  confidence  must  take  the  form 
of  a  complete  life  story,  which,  when  fully  in  your  possession,  will,  I  believe,  explain  much  that 


may  have  niystifiecl  you  and  others  of  my  schoohnates.  Before  I  can  remember,  my  father,  a  well- 
to-do  merchant  in  Charleston,  S.  C  lost  almost  everything  he  possessed  in  an  unfortunate  trade. 
With  flaming  pride  he  collected  what  was  left  and  went  over  the  Blue  Ridge  and  settled,  with  wife 
and  child,  on  a  modest  farm  hidden  in  one  of  the  deep  coves  on  the  Tennessee  side  of  the  Great 
Smoky  Mountains.  Their  pride  of  birth  and  educational  incompatibility  with  their  neighbors  iso- 
lated them  from  almost  all  associations.  There,  on  the  bank  of  the  Little  Tennessee  River,  I  was 
reared,  with  no  friends  but  my  parents  and  no  companions  but  my  soaring  aspirations.  As  a  child 
I  pined  for  the  opportunity  of  education  almost  without  knowing  its  import.  As  far  as  my  parents 
could  teach  me,  I  was  taught;  but  the  wings  of  my  ambition  were  only  strengthened  by  such  in- 
struction, and  I  found  myself  soaring  up  to  the  sky  line  of  the  Smokies  with  a  never-weakening 
desire  for  learning.  It  is  most  likely  true  that  none  of  you  have  felt  what  I  am  trying  to  depict, 
and  I  humbly  pray  that  it  is  so. 

"After  years  of  beating  fruitlessly  at  the  bars  of  my  cage,  as  it  were,  a  chance  came  like  a 
providential  gift.  One  day,  while  aimlessly  strolling  along  tlie  valley  road,  I  picked  up  a  scrap  of 
newspaper,  and  just  as  aimlessly  commenced  to  read  it.  That  was  four  years  ago,  before  I  com- 
menced here,  and  seems  almost  a  dream  of  another  and  former  existence." 

She  paused  for  a  moment,  and  her  fine  eyes  were  filled  with  a  soft  light  of  reminiscence.  We 
were  dumb  in  the  presence  of  this  noble  girl  thus  revealing— for  the  first  time,  doubtless — the 
cherished,  companion  secret  of  her  girlhood.  In  a  moment,  with  a  perceptible  start,  she  returned 
to  us  and  resumed  her  narrative. 

"  That  scrap  of  paper  contained  an  account  of  the  finding  of  pearls  in  Stone  River,  a  tribu- 
tary of  the  Cumberland,  that  flows  by  this  city.  It  was  a  message  from  the  outside  world,  and  as 
such  arrested  my  attention,  and  I  read  with  rising  interest  of  how  the  people  along  its  banks  were 
.seeking  pearls  in  the  common  mussels  found  in  the  shallows  of  that  stream.  Ah'eady  pearls  had 
l)een  found  worth  hundreds  of  dollars  to  the  dealers  in  the  cities.  Until  I  had  quite  finished  its 
perusal  no  thought  of  its  having  a  personal  interest  to  me  came  into  my  mind,  but  then  in  a  flash 
I  was  transfi.Ked  with  the  idea  that  here  my  chance  had  come.  The  Little  Tennessee  River,  a 
tributary  of  the  Tennessee,  was  filled  with  sand  bars  upon  which  I  had  known  for  years  those 
same  fresh-water  mussels  abounded.  Many  a  time  I  had  waded,  more  like  a  solitary  boy  than  a 
girl,  into  the  water,  and  pulled  them  out  of  their  beds  for  the  idlest  pastime.  Now  the  very  sug- 
gestion that  they  might  contain  pearls,  pearls  with  a  money  value,  caused  me  to  pant  with  a  new- 


born  hope.  I  was  impatient  to  be  at  the  work  of  findino  out,  and  before  I  went  home  at  twilight 
I  had  piled  up  a  half  bushel  or  more  along  the  sandy  bank.  Almost  bursting  with  my  .secret,  I 
could  hardly  wait  for  the  earl}'  breakfast  before  returning  to  my  search.  Armed  with  an  old 
hatchet,  I  hurried  to  my  work  of  exploring  those  mussels,  and  the  fire  of  my  ardor  refu.sed  to 
be  dimmed  by  the  ccjntinued  disappointments  that  repaid  my  labors.  But  when  my  fingers  were 
beginning  to  show  the  effects  of  sharp  edges  and  awkward  blows,  I  came  upon  a  pearl,  a  genuine 
pearl — not  very  large,  to  be  sure,  but  as  a  warrant  that  there  were  others  to  be  had  sufficiently 
alluring.  Days  and  weeks  were  filled  with  my  persistent  .search,  and  one  shallow  after  another 
was  almost  depleted  of  its  supply,  and  yet  mj'  zeal  knew  no  abatement.  The  good-natured  chaffing 
of  my  parents  gradually  died  out  before  the  pile  of  pearls  that  steadily  grew  from  day  to  day,  and 
my  hopes  rose  as  their  number  and  fineness  increased.  Ever}'  pearl  to  me  was  an  added  pillar  in 
the  temple  of  my  cherished  ambition,  and  visions  of  a  college  career  began  to  take  definite  out- 
line in  my  daydreams. 

"  When  I  had  about  exhausted  the  resources  of  the  river,  as  far  as  I  could  conscientiously 
claim,  I  began  to  take  stock  of  my  treasures.  I  knew  nothing  of  the  value  of  pearls,  and  j-et, 
ignorant  as  I  was,  I  knew  I  had  enough  to  bring  several  thousand  dollars  at  a  proper  valuation. 
Then  I  declared  my  ambition  at  home.  My  father  wrote  a  description  of  the  best  and  largest  I 
had  to  Tiffany's,  and  received  a  letter  giving  a  probable  valuation  at  twenty-five  hundred  dollars. 
My  heart  stood  still  within  me  when  he  opened  that  communication,  and  as  he  read  I  almost 
fainted  with  the  sunburst  of  joy  that  flooded  my  soul  with  its  radiance. 

"As  I  look  back  upon  that  beautiful  morning  in  late  summer,  now  four  short  years  ago,  I  am 
sure  I  felt  like  the  Peri  when  the  tears  of  repentance  opened  the  crystal  gate  of  paradise  for  her 
triumphal  entrance.  It  .seemed  to  me  my  task  was  done,  and  yet,  as  I've  found  out  since,  it  was 
really  just  beginning.  Mr.  Blanton  kindly  agreed  to  accept  most  of  my  hoarded  treasures  as  pay- 
ment in  full  of  my  tuition,  and  I  am  soon  to  reap  the  harvest  of  a  long-cheri.shed  hope  in  my 
diploma. 

"  The  fear  that  ever  hung  like  the  sword  of  Damocles  over  my  head,  that  after  all  it  might 
not  be  real,  that  some  day  I  might  wake  to  find  it  all  a  dream  too  beautiful  to  la.st,  has  kept  me 
from  yielding  to  the  attractions  and  relaxations  that  might  have  made  my  life  here  so  much  more 
enjoyable.  This  has  been  the  cause  of  my  seeming  lack  of  personal  interest  in  my  classmates  and 
all  human  surroundings.     But  now  that  you  have,  by  a  fortune  happy  to  me,  broken  through  my 


teserve,  I  feel  that  the  few  remaining  months  we  shall  be  together  will  be  the  happiest  of  my  life. 
Again  I  thank  you  from  the  bottom  of  my  heart,  that  can  feel,  if  it  cannot  express,  all  the 
thoughts  that  arise  in  me." 

Do  you  know,  when  she  stopped  talking  somebody  caught  her  and  kissed  her,  and  that 
■'  pound  party  "  of  ours  turned  out  a  regular  old-fashioned  "  love  feast,"  and  we  all  slipped  out 
of  her  room  too  full  of  happiness  to  say  a  word!  D.  R.  S. 


Teacher  fto  a  caller)  :   "  Mr.  Dale,  do  you  know  Alice  Arnett's  brother,  the  minister: 
Mr.  Dale  :   "  Did  you  say  he  was  a   '  D.D.? '  " 
Teacher:   "  Really,  I  do  not  know  his  initials." 


Recipe  for  a  Senior  Essay. — Soak  a  small  brain  in  a  copy  of  the  "  Iliad  "  for  two  weeks; 
take  it  out  and  hurriedly  stir  in  it  a  large  cup  of  Encyclopedia  Britannica;  into  this  sprinkle  a  tea- 
spoonful  of  quotations,  and  one-half  drop  of  thought;  flavor  this  with  a  stub  pen  and  a  little  board- 
ing school  ink,  not  too  strong;  garnish  this  with  a  handful  of  commas  and  periods,  and  serve 
"  warm." 


Serenade 


HE  moon  sifts  down  her  powd'ry  beam, 
In  elfin  dance  on  rippling  stream; 
And  gurgling  waters,  low  and  far, 
Beat  time  to  note  of  light  guitar; 
"  Ecoute,  petite  !  "  comes  soft  and  sweet, 
"  Je  t'aime,  m'amie,  je  t'aime. " 


'  Neath  lattice  dark  lurks  shadowy  cloak, 
Vines  softly  part  at  stealthy  stroke. 
And  swift  appears,  through  moonlight  sheen, 
A  slender  hand,  the  leaves  between. 

'  Tiens!  petite  "  mid  scurrying  feet 

'  Je  t'aime,  clieri,  je  t'aime!" 


The  terrace  spurned  in  agile  bound, 
The  balcon  rail  with  grace  is  found, 
And  ardent  fingers  eager  clasp 
A  snow-white  rose  in  baffled  grasp. 

"Adieu,  petite  !  "  sly  winds  repeat. 

"Je  t'aime,  ma  vie,  je  t'aime." 

Effie  M.iSON. 


A  Story  of  the  Pink  Silk 


yWAS  pink,  just  a  delicate  rose  tint.  I  was  a  piece  of  silk.  I  lay  on  a  counter  in  a 
great  store.  One  day  the  clerk  took  nie  down  to  show  to  a  fat  old  lady.  When 
he  draped  me  and  pointed  out  my  beautiful  color  and  luster,  I  trembled;  for  I  was 
afraid  I  was  going  to  be  bought,  and  how  could  I  ever  beautify  that  wrinkled  old 
woman  ?  I  was  measured,  folded,  and  sent  upstairs.  I  was  bought.  I  was  car- 
ried a  long  distance,  blindfolded  with  brown  paper.  After  that  I  was  cut  and 
sewed  and  twisted  ;  and  all  the  while  I  wept  bitterly.  I  could  have  borne  the  pain 
if  it  hadn't  been  I  knew  it  would  all  have  to  be  done  over  again;  for  they  were  making  me  en- 
tirely too  small  for  the  fat  old  woman.  At  last  I  was  finished,  and — O,  what  delight! — I  wasn't 
for  my  purchaser  at  all,  but  for  the  sweetest,  daintiest  girl  I  ever  saw.  She  was  going  to  a  party, 
and  I  was  so  glad  I  was  going,  too.  When  she  and  I  were  at  our  prettiest,  we  went  downstairs; 
and  her  brother — it  must  have  been  her  brother — kissed  her  and  called  her  "  Little  Rosebud." 

The  party  was  so  much  fun.  I  coquetted  all  evening  with  the  broadcloths,  and  so  did  my 
mistress.  I  must  have  been  so  interested  in  them  for  a  while  that  I  forgot  my  mistress,  for  some- 
thing happened  that  night — I  never  knew  what.  That  night  was  the  last  time  I  ever  saw  her. 
There  followed  an  age  of  darkness.  It  might  have  been  a  century,  for  when  the  light  shone 
on  me  again,  my  beautiful  color  had  faded.  I  felt  dizzy  and  dazed  in  the  brightness.  I  passed 
through  a  terrible  place  whose  horrors  I  cannot  bear  to  relate.  I  came  forth  uniform  in  color — a 
dark  blue.  I  had  a  new  mistress — not  the  laughing,  dancing  Rosebud,  but  a  pale,  sad  girl.  She 
prized  me  highly  and  handled  me  with  the  greatest  care.  Ever}  Sunda}'  we  went  to  church,  and 
on  our  return  I  was  put  away  until  the  succeeding  Sunday.  We  did  this  Sabbath  after  Sabbath  for 
years.  I  grew  old  and  very  weak.  At  some  places  I  could  scarcely  hold  together.  I  became 
very  tired  and  felt  like  giving  it  up  altogether;  then  I  thought  of  the  staid,  quiet  girl,  and  won- 
dered if  she  didn't  get  very  tired,  too,  and  if  she  didn't  want  to  give  it  up.  I  was  very  sorry  for 
her.     Her  life  was  just  as  monotonous  as  mine. 

One  day,  very  suddenly,  I  did  give  wa}'  in  so  many  places  tliat  I  couldn't  be  worn  any  more. 
Then  the  silent,  blonde  girl  made  me  into  a  sofa  cushion.  When  she  lays  her  colorless  cheek 
against  me,  weaker  and  more  tired  than  she,  I  soothe  and  help  her  all  I  can. 

I  heard  her  say  once  that  I  first  belonged  to  an  aunt  of  hers;  and  then  there  was  a  story,  but 
her  soft  voice  became  so  very  soft  that  I  could  not  hear  it.  Sometimes,  when  the  fire  burns  brightly 
and  I  am  alone,  I  dream  of  the  party,  the  bright  lights,  and  my  beautiful  mistress. 

Bessie  Barr. 


Our  Annual  Christmas  Tree 


OR  many  years  it  has  been  the  custom  of  Ward  Seminary  to  have  a  Christmas  tree 
during  the  holidays  for  the  pupils.  Last  year  it  was  suggested  that  the  tree  and 
presents  be  contributed  by  the  girls  to  some  less  fortunate  than  themselves.  The 
plan  was  so  enthusiastically  received  and  successfully  carried  out  that  this  year  it 
was  adopted  again. 

The  names  and  ages  of  about  two  hundred  boys  and  girls  were  sent  in  by  the 
Nashville  Relief  Society,  so  the  Purchasing  Committee  were  not  working  blindly 
when  they  bought  the  toys.  A  very  pleasant  evening  was  spent  in  dressing  the  dolls  for  the  chil- 
dren. It  was  a  merry  scene — a  hundred  or  more  girls,  their  tongues  going  as  fast  as  their 
needles,  dressing  almost  as  many  fiaxen-haired,  blue-eyed  dolls.  Materials  were  furnished  by  the 
Christian  Endeavor  Society.  Misses  Epler  and  Smith  won  the  prize  for  the  best-dressed  doll. 
Friday  before  Christmas  every  one  was  busy  decorating  the  tree  and  labeling  the  presents. 

Eleven  o'clock  Saturday  morning  was  the  time  for  the  celebration,  but  a  great  number  of 
children  were  in  the  chapel  even  an  hour  before  time.  The  tree  was  on  the  platform,  but  was  hid- 
den by  curtains.  These,  however,  did  not  keep  many  children  on  the  front  rows  from  peeping 
under  to  see  what  was  in  store  for  them. 

At  last  ever}'  one  was  in  his  place,  and  after  a  carol  was  sung,  Dr.  L,andrith  read  a  Scripture 
lesson  and  was  followed  by  Dr.  Matthews  in  prayer.  Then  the  curtains  were  drawn  aside,  and 
what  a  sight  met  the  e\'es  of  the  eager  children!  An  evergreen  reaching  from  floor  to  ceiling, 
decorated  with  pop  corn,  red  berries,  and  chains  of  bright- colored  paper — the  work  of  the  little 
folks  of  the  Primary  Department!  Gay  tinsel  chains,  vari-colored  balls,  and  brightly  burning 
candles  added  to  the  beauty  of  the  tree.  On  one  side  was  a  large  pyramid  of  dolls,  especially 
attractive  to  the  girls;  on  the  other  were  wagons,  tool  chests,  horses,  balls,  and  other  things  that 
are  dear  to  a  boy's  heart.  In  response  to  their  names,  each  one  came  forward  and  received  the 
gifts,  fruit,  and  candy. 

One  old  lady  was  there  who  was  seventy-two  years  old,  but  had  never  .seen  a  Christmas  tree 
before.  She  received  her  present,  also,  and  went  home,  with  many  others,  very  happy  and  grate- 
ful for  the  pleasure  given  her.  Mary  Blanton. 


A  Ward  GirFs  Version  of  ^^The  Psalm  of  Life/' 


ELL  me  not  in  accents  joyous, 

Girls  are  put  here  just  for  fun — 

Just  to  lausU,  anil  talk,  and  frolic 

From  earh-  morn  till  set  of  sun. 


A  fjirl  must  work,  and  she  must  study, 

With  "  diploma  "  as  her  ,^oal; 
'  Dunce  thou  art,  and  dunce  remainest," 
Was  not  spoken  of  her  soul. 


Here  at  Ward's  we  think  and  ponder 
On  our  Latin,  Math.,  and  Greek, 

From  September  until  May  days, 
As  some  knowledge  we  do  seek. 


Days  are  long,  and  lessons  longer. 

And  our  hearts,  though  brave  and  strong. 
Fail  us  when  Miss  ClKi])man  tells  ns: 
"  Write  these  topics  well  and  long." 


Ill  the  chapel  reigns  Hiss  Jeiiiiiiios, 

And  full  often  does  remind  us: 
'  Do  not  talk  and  run  about,  ^irls: 

Rules  of  thousjhtfiilness  must  liiiid  us 


We  must  trust  not  to  the  future, 
For  we  know  not  when  to  look 

For  a  hard  aiul  liorriil  test 

On  some  deep,  absorbing  bf)ok. 


Let  us,  then,  he  up  and  doing. 

With  one  happy  end  iu  view — 
That  some  day  we'll  have  it  tohl  us: 
"  Hearken,  Seniors!  You  are  through." 

— W.  B. 


Music 

'  Music  hath  charms,"  some  one  did  sing, 

'  To  soothe  the  savage  breast. ' ' 
O,  if  he  knew  how  these  halls  ring — 
Ring  with  a  \\'ild  unrest 
Of  Etudes,  Studies,  Fugue,  Sonata, 
By  Mozart,  Mendelssohn,  aud  Schiimann — 
He'd  think  that  savage  was  a  mart3T, 
And  that  his  ear  was  scarcely  human. 
If  he  were  soothed  b}'  such  wild  sounds 
As  from  the  practice  hall  resounds. 

— ViRGiE  Monroe. 


'II'     '"^^.-^ 

mi 


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* 


Music  Weather  Report  for  one  Week 

■M 
SUNDAY. — Fair,  but  temperature  falling  toward  ni.ght. 
MONDAY.— Zero!  !  ! 

TUESDAY  (Bible  Day ).— Weather  rather  gloomy. 
WEDNESDAY  (Psychology  Day).— Very  threatening,  with 

strong  east  w'ind  blowing. 
THURSDAY  (Music  Lesson  Day). — Weather  very  uncertain. 
FRIDAY. — Fair,  especially  so  toward  noon. 
SATURDAY.— A  perfect  day!  !  ! 


vt/      vl/      * 


What  two  quotations  fioiii  Shakespeare'.s  "  Julius  Ctesar  "   do  Ward  girls  think   Mi.ss  Jen- 
nings has  memorized  ? 

Caesar  to  Antony: 
' '  I  shall  remember. ' ' 
Caesar  to  Trebonius: 
"  What,  Trebonius  ! 
When  Cfesar  says,  'Do  this,'  it  is  performed." 


R 


is  for  Art,  which  this  book  rei)resents. 
It  cannot  be  reckoned  in  dolkirs  and  cents. 


»>C3.    Ci 


is  for  Boys,  Billiards, 
and  Beer, 

\nd  other  bad  thin<;'s  that  all 
lurirls  should  fear. 


Q 


is  for  Candles,  which 
shcnl  a  u'latl  liirht 


On  all  of  the  feasts  that  we 


have  in  the  night. 


D 


is  fur  Dancing  each 
(lav  at  recess. 


%      Thouirh  it  isn't  much 


fun    without    boys, 
we  confess. 


is  tor  Essays  the 

Seniors  must      *^"^=^- 

rr 
write,  - 

Which  often  present  a 
most  pitiful  sight. 


rill  the  teacher  finds  out,  then 


the  trouble's  beu'un. 


G 


is  for  (lolf,  and,  though 
we  don't  play. 


We  wear  a  golf  costume  on 
each  rainy  day. 


is  for  Holiday  so 
rarely  we  get. 

The  absence  of  which 
J      is  a  cause  for  regret. 


I 


is  for  "  Iris,"  the  finest  of 
books. 


Whose  contents  you'll  find  quite 
as  good  cis  its  looks. 


is  for  Jennings,  the  Belle  of 
\\  ard's  school. 


Who  surely  "  peals  forth,"  if  we 
break  any  rule. 


K 


is  for  Kitchen,  so  clccin 
antl  so  neat,  '*«l 


From  which  issue  forth 
our  bread  and  our  meat 


is  for  Letters  we  ^vt 
at  mail  call. 

And  if  we  don't  ,i;'et 
them,  then  our 
tears  fall. 


is  for  Music,  whose 
discord  and  strain 


From    pianos    below   do 
give  us  a  pain. 


N 


is  for  Xashville,  the  city  of  learning; 

Toward  this  great   center  the    thou- 
sands are  turning. 


bW 


© 


is  for  Order;  how  often  we've  heard, 
"Two  in  a  line,  no  room  for  a  third!" 


P 


is  for  Pit-a- 
Pat,    the 
cutest  of  creatures, 


Who's  just  as  well  known  as  pupils  or  teachers. 


is  for  Questions  we  get  in  the  elass. 

We   often    don't   know  them, 
and  so  let  them  pass. 


R 


is   for    Rosa,   who   waits   at 
the   door. 


\\  ho    takes    up    the    flowers    and 
candy   "galore." 


is  for  Seniors,  the 
heads  of  the  school, 


Who  are  never  supposed 
to  break  any  rule. 


T 


is  for  Thanksgiving,  the  day  for 
the  game 


That  wins  for  old  \  anderbilt  glory 
and  fame. 


is  for  Ugliness,  which  none  of 
us  own; 


But  perhaps  it  will  visit  us  w^hen 
we  are  grown. 


Y 


is  for  \"an(lerbilt, 
who  the  cannon 
did  paint; 


Their  names  for  this  act 
received  not  a  taint. 


is  for  "Ward's," 
a  school  of  re- 
nown; 


It  is  by  far  the  best  of  our 
town. 


X 
Z 


Y 


are  values  unknown, 
And  into  the  waste- 
basket  will  have  to 
be  thrown. 


^Jl^^T^i 


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-■,  first^origiiial  essay.) 


Le  Lotus 


Dans  les  jours  qiiand  le  monde  ctait  jeune,  et  I'homme  avait  fait  peu  d'impietements  dans  les 
forets  et  les  retraites  favorites  de  la  Mere  Nature,  elle  allait  souvent  par  ici  et  par  la  parmi  les 
scenes  de  ses  cn5ations,  et  conferait  encore  plus  familierementque  maiutenant  avec  ses  enfants,  en 
embellissant  et  encourageant  les  fleurs  a  fleurir,  I'herbe  a  pousser,  et  les  grands  arbres  a  repandre 
leurs  branches  pour  proteger  le  voyageur. 

Une  de  plus  jolie  de  ces  scenes  fut  une  grande  vallee,  dont  la  beaute  fut  gatee  par  la  presence 
d'un  fleuve  qui  prenait  son  cours  au  niillieu,  et  foncee  et  engourdie  I'eau  qui  etait  en  grande 
contraste  anx  arbres  et  le  feuillage  qui  saillent  ses  rives,  Un  jour,  en  passant,  la  Mere  Nature 
voyait  le  fleuve  noir  avec  sa  converture  d'ecunie,  de  limon,  et  de  la  boue  au  dessus. 

"  C'est  vraiment  une  contradiction  du  loi  qu'il  y  a  de  beaute  partout,"  disait-elle,  et  se  met- 
tait  a  Tembellir.  Dans  la  place  oii  I'ecunie  e  ait  plus  epais  et  la  boue  plus  profonde,  elle  jetait 
une  petite  semence,  satisfie  qn'avant  loiigtemps,  une  change  prendrait  place. 

Au  primtemps  on  voyait  une  Icgere  meunte  sur  I'eau,  et  apres  quelques  jours  il  y  avait  des 
proruesses  tendres  qui  developpaient  bientot  en  ferrilles  qui  flottaient  sur  la  surface  d'une  forme  dif- 
ferente  qu'on  n'avait  jamais  vu.  Sur  les  ferrilles  il  y  avait  un  bouton,  qui  commencait  a  grandir  et 
sortir  de  sa  forme  conicale  sous  I'enfluence  du  soleil.  Un  matin  les  creatures  dil  foret  furent  sur- 
prises voir,  parmi  I'ecume,  une  fleur  parfaite,  supportee  seulement  par  ses  propres  feuilles,  sans 
tache  sur  I'eau  noire  du  fleuve. 

Les  hommes  ignorants  le  tenaient  en  reverence,  pensant  qu'elle  signifiait  le  monde,  parce- 
qu'elle  representait  si  bien  les  elements  dont  ils  croyaient — la  terre,  I'eau,  I'air  et  le  feu.  Mais 
nous,  nous  voyons  une  plus  jolie  et  plus  profonde  signification.  II  semble  montrer  que  n'importe 
quoi  les  environements  d'un  homme,  il  pent  triompher  sur  eux,  et  devenir  aussi  bel  et  aussi  piir  que 
ce  lis,  donnant  a  son  propre  charactere  plus  de  gloire  en  contracte  avec  ses  environements;  et  com- 
me,  quand  I'hiver  vient,  la  cosse  est  tenue  dans  son  lit,  attendre  I'arrival  du  primtemps,  quand 
il  retourne  au  surface  avec  encore  plus  de  beaute  qu'autrefois,  nous  avons  I'idee  de  reternitu. 
II  y  a  des  lepons  merveilleuses  que  la  Mere  Nature  apprenne  ses  enfants  ! 

MARY  CHEATHAM    (age  15). 


The   Exhibition 


HERE    is   a    beating   of  drums;    two   little   boj'S    arrayed    in 
shabby  uniform  march  up  and  down  before  the  tent. 

The  crowd,  but   a   few    moments   ago    widely-    scattered, 
gather    about   the    door.      They   li,sten   to  the   in- 
ducements of  the   "  spieler,"    hut  the  demand  for 
entrance    is    very    small.     Mothers    are    hurrying 
dirty  children  away,  saying:   "  O,  dreadful!  No 
you  don't  want  to  go  in  there;  the  snakes  would 
bite    you!"       The    children,   on    account    of   their   dense- 
ne.ss — the  world  fondly  calls  it  "  innocence" — are  easily  pulled 


It  is  a  poor  crowd   and  a  poor  tent  in  a  public  park.     It 
must   be   something   good,  to  bring  the  long-treasured  dime 
from  the  almost  empt}-  pocket.     The  "  spieler  "   cries  out  des- 
perately:   "Wait,   ladies   and  gentlemen;  bring  back  the  chil- 
dren.    See!   the  queen  herself   appears."     At  this  the  crowd 
turns  back  to  gaze  upon  the  snake  charmer.     She  stands  upon 
the  raised   platform,  decked  in   giudy  tinsel — green,   yellow, 
gi  and  red.     Two  long,  slender  snakes  twist  and  wind  themselves 
about  her.     Her  face  is  pale,   almost  cadaverous;  but  there  is 
a  pose,  an  indescribable  something — perhaps  the  curve  of  her  neck  or  the  sliglit  swaj-  of  her 
body — that  suggests  the  serpents. 

The  "  spieler  "  continues:  "  This  lady  doesn't  enslave   the  snakes;  she  has  an  affection  for 
them.    See!  she  kisses  them.     This  longer  one — O  no;  it  won't  let  nie  touch  it!     is  named  "Glider;" 


the  other,  a  little  shorter,  though  lar,a;er  in  diameter,  is  "Crawler."  Come  closer;  look  at  them! 
They  are  as  healthy  specimens  as  there  are  in  the  world." 

All  the  time  the  woman  coils  the  beautiful,  glistening  creatures  about  her  arms,  measures 
them  out  before  the  crowd,  kisses  them,  and  faintly  smiles. 

"  This  lady,"  cries  the  showman,  "has  traveled  with  Barnum's  circus.  She  has  been  the 
wonder  of  every  people  to  whom  she  has  shown  her  marvelous  powers.  Come  in  and  .see  the 
wonderful  gentleness  of  the  boa  constrictor!" 

She,  standing,  with  that  grace  so  peculiar  to  her,  listens  indifferently  to  the  words  that  have 
rung  so  many  times  in  her  ears.  Slowly  she  coils  "Glider"  around  her  right  arm,  and  finally 
about  her  neck.  A  sudden  convulsion  paralyzes  her  face.  She  tears  frantically  at  the  snake. 
There  is  a  cry  of  horror  from  the  crowd.  The  showman  springs  forward,  grasps  and  struggles 
with  the  serpent.  The  silent,  deadly  creature  is  seen  to  jerk  and  tighten  his  coil.  The  force  of 
the  "  spieler"  dislodges  it,  hissing  and  venomous. 

Ah,  but  the  tinsel — the  green,  yellow,  and  red — lies  in  one  insensible  mass:  the  face,  black 
and  distorted,  is  horrible  to  see.  "Glider,"  the  traitor,  has  played  his  last  part;  his  survival  is 
but  a  moment  longer  than  that  of  the  betrayed.  BESSIE  Barr. 


First  Little  Girl  (carr>ing  in  her  hand   a  letter  in   a  mourning  envelope):     "What  do  you 
suppose  thev  put  this  black  around  the  edge  for  ?  " 

Second  Little  Girl  (proudly):   "  Wliy,  so  it  will  go  to  the  Dead  Letter  Office,  of  course." 


The  Advantages  of  an  Education 


THE 


J^T 


THE 


The  Evolution  of  a  Name  at  Ward^s 

•■  I  do  beseech  vou 

(Chiefly  that  I  may  set  it  in  my  prayers), 
What  is  your  name  ?  ' ' 

Shakespeare,  The  Tempest. 

At  Home 

Jst  Year  at  Ward's 

2d  Year 

Mary 

a  (  Mamie 
b  (  Maymye 

a  j  Mae 
b  1  Marie 

Lucy 

Lucye 

LUCILE 

Sai,i,ie 

Sara 

S  A  IDEE 

Susie 

Sue 

Suzanne 

Lri^iviE 

LlIvY 

LitWAN 

EviE 

Eva 

Evangei,ine; 

Fannie 

Frankie 

Frances 

KiTTIE 

Kate 

Katherine 

Matt  IE 

Mattye 

Martha 

Jennie 

Janettic 

Janice 

Patty 

Patty E 

Patricia 

Maggie 

Margaret 

Marguerite 

"What's  ill  a  name?" 

Shakespeare,  Romeo  ami  Juliet. 

-St,  c.  c. 

Alpha  Chapter  of  the  Delta  Sigma  Sorosis 


FOUNDED  IN    1894. 


NASHVILLE,    TENNESSEE 


Colors — Light  Blue  and  Purple.         Flower —Violet. 

Yell — Delta  Sigma,  Delta  Sigma, 
Mazette,  Mazette, 
Dixie,  Dixie,  Dixie,  Dixie, 
Dura  Vivimus  Vivamu.s. 


Officers 


Marie  Brooks  Stafford 
Isabel  Sevier  Williams 
Katie  Niel  Winstead 
Rebekah  McEwen  Kinnard 


Grand  High  Mogul 
Vice  Regent 
Quastor 
Chartuliaria 


Beta  Chapter 


OgoutzOgoiitz,  Pa, 


^ 


Roll  of  1899-1900. 

Effie  Barrow.       Hermine  Haverkamp.       Rebekah  Kinnard.        Katie  Mai  Landrum. 

Mary  Rodgers.  Madeleine  Park.  Marie  Stafford. 

Isabel  Williainis.  Katie  Niel  Winstead. 

Martha  Tappan. 

Sorores  in  Urbe 

Mrs,  W,  F.  Allen, 


Martha  I^anier  Scruggs. 


Mrs.  John  E.  Garner. 


u  aitnC  me  nocu  fo  tePf 
ffie  f^aerei.  ilitorL)  true, 
a  'neafR  fRe  m^iitic  ^pefP, 
f^  eni^i^ria'^  in  ^&|^/^r)6of;S)  fcoo? 
ffiat  cooufi.  rTjO(«)t  c^eailfij  6e; 

Soon  tfteuj'c^  mafte  a  eorp/e  of  me 
Jn^ioPafe  muiit  6e  tfieii*  fro^se, 
(wfocoind  out  of  i^acreil  fie/, 
^y^ac^e  in  faif^  ani.  Born  cf  fo^se; 
^fP  to  eaefi  for  a,ve  aPPie<«> 


Delta  Sigma  Sorosis 

A  CLOUD~A  VISION 

A  Cload — 

"  Sing  a  song  of  pretty  maids — maidens  young 
and  fair! 
Sing  of  our  Sorosis!     Sing  its  virtues  rare!  " 
Thus  a  bearer  came  to  me, 

Sitting  in  my  room ; 
Thus  he  said  and  left  me  then 
Wrapp'd  in  mental  gloom. 

Then  my  soul  within  me  groan'd,  shriek'd,  and  This  is  why  my  brow  is  sad,  overcast  with  care; 

tore  its  hair;  This  is  why  my  face  is  pale,  eyes  in  circles  stare, 

For  the  man  had  left  the  word  with  no  points  to  j  ^^^  ^^^^  ^^  „  bricks  "  can  make, 

spare.  For  they  sent  no  "straw." 

I  would  sing — of  course,  I  would, 

Ride  my  muse  to  death ;  Why,  to  set  such  task  for  one 

I  was  taught  to  serve  the  fair  Is  against  the  law! 

\Vith  my  latest  breath. 

A  Vision — 

But  softly,  now,  there  comes  a  vision 
;  Of  a  band  of  fairest  maids, 

Link'd  in  one  true  round  of  union, 
Joiii'd  in  love  which  never  fades. 

Fair  they  are,  as  maidens  should  be,  Such  a  sisterhood  is  lovely! 

True  and  loyal  to  the  core.  Like  a  string  of  pearls  are  they 

Banded  for  all  holy  uses.  On  a  cord  of  virtues  thread'd. 

Friends  and  loved  ones  evermore.  Join'd  by  love,  though  far  away. 

Then,  all  hail  to  Delta  Sigma! 

May  her  ranks  forever  grow, 
May  the  charms  that  now  bedeck  her 

Never  loss  nor  fading  know ! 

— D.  R.  S. 


Officers 

RowENA  Jones, 

Preside)!/ 

LizzETTE  Dickson, 

Secretary 

M 

^■RY  Foster, 

Vice  President 

Isabel  White, 

Ti'easurer 

D.  Q,  R.  Club 

Organi/.eil  January,  1897. 

Colors — Emerald  and  Old  Gold. 
Flower — White  Carnation. 


Officers 


M.\GGiE  M.^Y  Wilson 
JL\Y  Johnston  Steed 
Cecil  Sharon  Tipton 
Floyd  Ash  Wilson 
Edith  Pauline  Hooper 


President 

Vice  President 

Secretary 

Treasurer 

Sergeant-at-Arms 


Members 

Edith  Pauline  Hooper,  Colorado.  Lena  Stegall,  Tennessee.  Mary  Johnston  Steed,  Tennessee. 

Cecil  Sharon  Tipton,  Tennessee.  Maggie  May  Wilson,  Mississippi. 

Freddie  Mae  Schamberger,  Tennessee. 

Floyd  Ash  Wilson,  Mississippi.  Gladys  Holmes,  Texas.  Mattie  Sue  Smith,  Tennessee. 


'TL4]' 


J' — 1 


ORGANIZED  OCTOBER.    1899 


Motto  :   "  Eat,  drink,  and  be  merry." 
Favoritk  Occupation:   "  Dissecting  jokes.' 


Lyda  Jackson. 
L,ENA  Stegall. 


Martha  Tappan. 


ZipPORAH  McCoy. 


Leoi,a  Millette. 


Mary  Rodgers. 


Hattie  Bethea. 
Effie  B.\rro\v. 


To  thee,  O  Clio,  goddess  fair  of  literature  and  art, 
Who  long  delightful  sway  hath  held 
O'er  each  ambitious  heart, 
We  sing. 


For  'twas  from  thee  tliat  inspiration  came. 
To  gain  a  firmer  hold  on  all  you  love 
And  form  the  club  which  proudly  bears  thy  na 
"The  C.  L.  C." 


When  slowly  pass  the  hours  from  day  to  day, 
'Till  Saturday  once  more  hath  made  the  round, 
We  cast  our  trials  to  the  winds  awa}- 
And  meet  with  thee. 


And  while  we  sit  within  some  cozy  bower. 
And  take  the  stitch  that  saves  the  other  nine. 
One  reads  aloud  the  best  book  of  the  hour, 

And  all  is  gay. 
11 


Long  may  you  live  in  poetry  and  fame, 

O  goddess  born ! 
We,  striving,  .shall  prove  worth}-  of  the  name- 
*'  Qlionian." 

-J-   B, 


Clionian  Literary  Club 


President 
I'iee  President 
Secretary 
Treasurer 


\'iRGiNiA  D.  Beech 
Mamie  E    Adams 
LizETTE  B.  Dickson 
Jane  L.  Biles 


Members  C.  L.  C. 


Eefie  Barrow. 

Maroie  Lin  Caldwell. 
WiLMOTH  Cannon. 

Rebecca  Carpenter. 
Daisy  Faulkner. 
EIdna  Frierson. 

Bessie  Herm.vn. 


Rebekah  Kinnard. 
Evelyn  Little. 

Zipporah   McCoy. 

Mary  Keene  Shackelford. 
Cornelia  Webb. 
Floyd  Wilson. 

Maggie  ^L\Y  Wilson. 


Katie  Neil  Winstead. 


Gladys  Holmes. 


WARD  CHORUS  CLUB 


"Ah,  we  have  sighed  for  rest !" 


Class  Flower:   Star( R)  JESSAMINE. 


Class  Colors  :   Green  and  White. 


President  : 

Treasurer : 

Evelyn 

Isabel  Honslon 

I,ittle. 

White. 

Blanche 
Stearns. 

yice  Piesu/fii/ 

Margie  h'.n 

Man-  Steve 

Caldwen. 

Epler. 

Ilattie 

Seciflarv  : 

Cnningha 

Uzzette 

Susie  Elizabeth 

Dickson. 

Abney. 

Anita 
Alison. 

Floyd  Ash 
Wilson. 

Freddie  Mae 
Schamberger. 

Bessie  Claire 
Hefley. 

Cecil  Sharon 
Tipton. 

Rubye  Lee 
Chamberlain. 

Goodn 

Elizabeth  Ann 
Herman. 

Row-en  a 
Jones. 

Mar>-  Fletcher 
Rather. 

Bertha 
Haulk. 

Sadve 
Cohn. 

CH.ARLES    W.\NZER    ST.VRR,    DIRECTOR. 


Flower — CbrysaiithL-nuun. 

Colors — Orange  and  Turquoise  Blue 

Motto — "Ars  longa,  vita  brevis." 


Club  Day 

St.  Cecilia's  Day,  November  22 


THE 


Maude  Stebbens.  Alma  Patterson.     Susie  Abney.  Margie  Lin  Caldwell. 

Ethel  Smith.  Knima  Gale  Craig.  Lillian  Williams. 

■  Eliza  Tally.     Ethel  Wallace.  Dai.sy  Smith. 

Bertha  Gardner.     Katie  51.  Landrum.  Lettie  Owen.  Jlarion  Strickla 

Maud  Wilson.  Miss  L.  C.  Caldwell,  President.  .\nna  Blanton. 

Virgie  Monroe.         Marie  Stafford.  Maggie  Kennedy.  LoUie  Baisden. 


Potpourri 


A   post/iKiiioiis  work   is  one   written   by   an 
author  after  he  is  dead  ! 

Beethoven's  infirmity  was  his  bad  temper! 

A  flat  lowers  a  note  and  a  sharp  hio/icrs  a 
note ! 


St.  CeciHa  is  i\\e  patlon  saint  of  music! 
Bach's  music  is  really  better  than  it  sounds! 
Poco  a  poco  means  Vi  poky  along! 
The  most  noted  thintr  about  Handel  was  his 


Studio  Club 


...MH. 

....KNAMK. 

EAVOR,-rEKX,.RESSrON. 

OCCt.,'AX,„N. 

i...:sr..vv. 

Frith. 

"Fancy-racy."      " 

['11  never  paint  another  plate." 

Lookiii.c:  for  the  Wilson  Brothers. 

Teaching  in  China. 

Pi:cK. 

"Pecker-wood."    ' 

Ini  Mr.  Lon.^'nian'.s  pet.'.' 

Talking  about  the  boys. 

An  early  grave  (talked 
herselT  to  death). 

Dll-l-liNDERPFER. 

"DilT." 

I  gues.s  I'll  paint  China." 

Painting  violets. 

A  famous  flower  paint'r. 

Riiin. 

"Sue." 

Where's  Mrs.  Longman?" 

Giving  art  lessons. 

Poet  of  the  studio. 

Camimii:i.i,. 

"Camp."    ■ 

Just  nnythin.sr." 

Cleaning  casts. 

Sculptor. 

Wkndki.l. 

"Old  Maid." 

11  niercy!   Here's  Mr.  L." 

Erasing  her  drawings. 

Painting  portraits. 

MlKUAV. 

"Silence." 

What  period  is  this?" 

Arranging  flower  studies. 

Designer. 

Fai-i.knkr. 

"Little  D.  F." 

Give  me  lapestrN'.  or  .i;ive 
niede.-Lth." 

Waiting  for  inspiration. 

White  washer. 

Ronciius. 

"lirowTiie." 

It  is  the  CMtes'  thing." 

Cutting  the  class. 

Signboard  painter. 

TURI-EV. 

"C.ibson." 

What  mu.st  I  do  ne.xt?  " 

Disparaging  her  work. 

Excelling  Gibson. 

"Snippy." 

I  .said  so  and  so." 

JIaking  book  covers. 

A  French  teacher. 

IJRONSON. 

"Vandevbilt." 

St.  Louis  is  the  only  place." 

Painting  something  for  papa. 

A  St,  I^ouis  society 

Morgan. 

"Rene." 

What  do  you  think  of  that?" 

Designing. 

Illustrator. 

Blanton. 

"Nancy." 

I'll  tell  papa  on  you." 

Painting  water  colors. 

A  famous  artist. 

McEwi-N, 

"Mac." 

0.  do  you  think  so?" 

Sketching  from  life. 

An  artist  of  the  twen- 
tieth centur>-. 

HITT. 

"Dear." 

Just  any  old  thing." 

Painting  China. 

Something  good. 

KERl.lCV. 

"Patsy." 

Avoid  the  appearance  of  evil.  " 

Telling  the  story  of  the  nen-ous 
goats. 

The  world-renowned 
traveler. 

I.O.NCMAX    iSIni.) 

"Legion." 

Girls,  be  quiet." 

Working  for  the  girls. 

Ner\'ons  prostration. 

LONGMAN  (MlM 

"Jack." 

Go  to  work,  girls." 

Advising  Mrs,  I,,  in  French. 

Reincarnation. 

I'tt-a-Pat. 

"Darlinpr." 

BOWAVOW." 

Sitting  in  the  window. 

A  little  nugel. 

THE  IRIS  CLUB. 


^^Iris  Club^^ 


r.OME  writer  has  said,  "Our  most  joyous  moments,  as  well  as  most  profitable,  are 
spent  in  earliest  childhood;"  but  we,  the  "  Iris  Club,"  have  no  such  ideas,  for  we 
well  know  that  no  happier  nor  more  profitable  moments  could  be  spent  than  at 
our  meetings. 

At  the  beginning  of  the  )'ear,  the  Senior  Class  formed  themselves  into  a  club,  tak- 
ing the  "  Iris  "  editorial  staff  as  officers.  Their  sole  aim  was  to  make  the  paths  of  the 
"  Iris  "  spread  as  far  and  as  wide  as  those  of  the  "  Comet."  They  met  every  two 
weeks  and  discusssed  "Iris,"  handed  in  various  literary  matter,  and,  'though  always  at  work, 
had  very  pleasant  times.  At  the  first  meetiug  the  President  reminded  us  to  label  everything  we 
handed  in,  especially  the  "jokes." 

A  crowd  of  little  boys,  playing  in  the  court,  attracted  by  our  witty  (?)  remarks,  marched  up 
to  the  window.  They  stood  .still  for  a  little  while;  but  the  subject  under  discussion  being  too 
deep  for  them,  they  began  cake  walking.  Being  so  engro.ssed  with  our  own  work,  we  left  them 
unnoticed  for  a  few  moments,  when  a  shout,  a  crash,  and  then— we  looked  up  just  in  time  to  see 
our  dignified  Business  Manager  jumping  through  a  clo.sed  window,  which,  in  her  excitement,  she 
had  forgotten  to  raise. 

All  tried  to  talk  at  once,  but  one  tap  of  the  bell  lay  the  "  well-trained  "  Secretary  brought 
silence. 

In  the  clear,  sweet  tones  so  characteristic  of  our  President,  she  asked:  "  Miss  ,   please 

read  what  )-ou  have  written."     "  I  didn't  write  anything;  but,  really,  I  have  an  idea.  Miss  Presi- 
dent, but  I  can't  express  it."     "  Why  don't  you  freight  it,  then  ?  "  was  the  consolation  received. 

For  the  next  few  minutes,  profound  silence  ensued,  broken  only  by  the  low,  musical  voice  of 
our  Treasurer,  as  well  as  treasure,  reading  one  of  her  charming  stories.  When  she  had  finished, 
our  class  poet  began  reading  the  class  poem.     Only  a  few  verses  had  been  read,  when  the  door 


was  opened  and  Mr.  Blanton  came  in  to  inquire  as  to  whose  funeral  services  were  being  held. 
We  told  him  not  to  be  alarmed  ;  that  it  was  onlj'  the  class  poem. 

It  seemed  that  our  good  President  was  unusuall_v  anxious  about  us  that  day,  for  a  little 
later  when  our  Business  Manager  was  indulging  in  a  little  laugh  over  one  of  the  numerous  jokes, 
the  door  was  hurriedly  thrown  open,  and  again  Mr.  Blanton  wanted  to  know  if  any  one  was  in  dis- 
tress and  whether  we  needed  assistance.  We  assured  him  that  his  fears  were  groundless  and 
invited  him  to  stay  with  us;  perhaps  we  could  entertain  him  for  a  few  moments.  He  sat  in  a 
remote  corner,  and  when  next  we  noticed  him  he  was  actually  reading  a  letter. 

The  ringing  of  the  bell  announced  a  visitor  for  him,  and  once  more  we  were  left  alone  and 
ready  to  carry  on  our  work;  but  as  it  is  time  for  the  "  Iris"  to  go  to  press,  I  can  tell  no  more  of 
the  achievements  of  this,  the  "  Iris  Club."  Maude  Selig. 


The  Iris 

HE  very  name,  "Iris,"  brings  to  our  minds  thoughts  of  beauty  and 
gladness.  Before  Nature  spreads  her  green  carpet  beneath  the  leaf- 
less trees,  the  little  iris  springs  up,  bringing  with  it  beauty  and 
fragrance,  and  announces  the  coming  of  Spring,  with  her  sweet  song 
birds    and    beautiful    flowers. 

This  little  herald  comes  to  announce  to  us,  after  months  of 
wind  and  snow,  the  coming  of  bright,  sunshiny  days;  but  its  name- 
sake, The  Iris,  will  not  be  a  herald;  its  voice  will,  in  after  years,  speak  to  us  from  its 
must3'  leaves  and  remind  us  of  all  the  pleasure  and  happiness  that  we,  as  the  class  of 
nineteen    hundred,    enjoyed    at    Ward's.  Minnie  Fisher. 


Wheel  Club 


Daisy  Faulkner 
Mary  Rodgers 


Officers 

President  Gladys  Holmes 

Vice  President  Maude  Stebbins 


Secretary 
Treasurer 


Misses  Adams. 
Alison. 
Baisden. 
Bekch. 
Biles. 

Diffenderffer. 
Faulkner. 
Haverkamp. 
Harrison. 


Colors — Black  and  Yellow.  Flower — Black-eyed  Susan. 

Motto — "  United  we  ride,  provided  we  do  not  fall." 


Members 

Misses  Hefley. 
Holmes. 
Hooper. 
Jackson. 
Kinnakd. 
Rodgers,  M. 
Reid. 

Schamberger. 
Shwab. 


Misses  Sokoloski. 
Stebbins. 
Stegall. 
Webb,  C. 
Webb,  M. 
Wilson,  M.  M. 
Wilson,  F. 

WiNSTEAD. 
WOOTEN. 


Rowena  Jones.  Cecil  Tipton.  Mamie  .\(lanis.  Lizzette  Dick.son.      Ks.sie  JNlcBrule. 

Mamie  Burke.    Maggie  May  Wilson.       Edna  Goans.    Martha  Lassing.    Mary  Keen  Shackelford. 
Leola  Millette.  Lollie  Baisden.  Sadie  Cohn,      Virginia  Pippen.  Zippotah  McCoy. 

Ethel  Smith.  Sleta  Mitchell.    Ennna  Gale  Craig.  Genevieve  Goodrum.     Liiln  Mullens. 

Bessie  Herman.  Marv  Epler.       Katie  Neil  Winstead.  Sudie  Lacw 

Beulah  Johnson.         Rubye  Chamberlain.        Mattie  Sue  Smith.  Floyd  Wilson. 


Emma  Berry.  Mary  Blanton.  Pearl  Gunter.  Katie  May  Landrum.  Martha  Tappan 

Anna  Blanton.  Grace  Diffenderffer.  Lyda  Jackson.  Freddie  Schamberger. 


Officers 


Maggie  May  Wiwon 
May  Steed 
Mattie  Sue  Smith 
Katie  May  I^andrum 


President 

Vice  President 

Secretary 

Treasurer 


Members 

Hkrmine  Haverkajip.  Celeste  Harrison.  Cecil  Tipton. 

ZippoRAH  McCoy.  Marie  Stafford.  Isabel  Williams. 

Virginia  Beech  Floyd  Wilson.  Edith  Hooper. 

Mary  Fo.ster  Lena  Stegall.  Daisy  Faulkner. 

Gr.'V.ce  Diffenderffer.  Freddie  Schamberger. 


ver  Blossom.  Colors— Red  and  White. 

Officers 

KATHARINE  CORNELIA  WINSTEAD PRESIDENT 

CORNEUA  WEBB  Vice  President 

MARIE  STAFFORD Secretary 

ISABEI,  WII,I,IAMS Treasurer 


Members 


MARY   ADAMS. 
SARAH  BERRY. 
JANE  BILES. 
RUBY  CHAMBERLAIN. 
EDNER  FRIERSON. 
FLORA  SMITH. 
LILLIAN  SCOTT. 
MARY  RODGERS. 
EVELYN  LITTLE. 
ANNIE  HUEY'. 
MARY  G.  WEBB. 


VIRGINIA  BEECH. 
MATTIE  MAY  SUJIMERS. 
MARGIE  LIN  CALDWELL. 
RUBY  EZELL. 
EDNA  GOANS. 
MATTIE  SUE  SMITH. 
NELIA  O'NEAL. 
REBEKAH  KINNARD. 
MARY  LOUISE  LOVE. 
BEULAH  JOHNSON. 
CORNELIA  WEBB. 
FREDDIE  SCHAMBERGER. 


EMMA  BERRY'. 
WILMOTH  CANNON. 
WILLIE  COWAN. 
DAISY  FAULKNER. 
MARY  GILLILAND. 
LUCILE  ROGERS. 
ALMA  PATTERSON. 
MAY'  STEED. 
BESSIE  HERMAN. 
ROWENA  JONES. 
LENA  STEGALL. 
KATHARINE  CORNELIA 


JANE  BERRY. 
REBECCA  CARPENTER. 
HATTIE  CUNNINGHAM. 
MINNIE  FISHER. 
MARIE  STAFFORD. 
LOUISE  SHWAB. 
MARY  RATHER. 
SUDIE  LACY. 
GEORGIA  HICKERSON. 
CECIL  TIPTON. 
ISABEL  WILLIAMS. 
WINSTEAD. 


Officers 

MARY  B.  PROSSER President 

EDITH  HOLLAND Vice  President 

GRACE  DIFFENDERFFER        -----        Secretary 

META  MITCHELL         ------         Treasurer 

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Honorary  Members 

MRS.    BLANTON.  MISS  CHAPMAN.  MISS  JENNINGS. 

MISS  MARY  BLANTON.  MISS  ANNA  BLANTON. 


Louisiana 


■  Coi<ORS — Green  and  White. 

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Flower — Orange  Blossom. 

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Refreshments — Yellow  fever  germs, 

bayou  water, 

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Southern  moonshine 

:,  and  sugar  cane. 

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Yell— Rah,  Rah,  Rah, 

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Here  we  are, 

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Gumbo,  g-umbo, 

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Mardi  Gras. 

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Louisiana! 

Officers 

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Maude  L.  Selig,  President. 

Myrtle  Sokolosky,  Vice  President. 

Maude  E.  Stebbins,  Secretary 

and  Treasurer. 

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Members 

Lettie  Owen.  Effie  Mason.  Elise  Chaffe.  Maude  Selig. 

Edna  Lichtenstein.  Myrtle  Sokolosky. 

Maude  Stebbins. 


Greeting 


We  come  from  the  land  where  the  orange  flower  hlossoms; 

From  the  land  of  the  citron,  the  lemon,  the  palm; 
Where  the  meadow  lark  sings  like  an  angel  in  heaven 

And  the  air  is  a  breath  of  perpetual  balm. 


We  come,  a  gay  band  of  light-hearted  maidens; 

The  warmth  of  our  climate  instilled  in  our  veins; 
The  joy  of  the  sweet,  sunny  South  in  our  bosoms; 

Our  minds  filled  with  summer's  soft,  musical  strains. 


We  come  to  the  cold,  sterner  North  for  a  ! 

We  come  with  misgiving,  with  shudder,  with  dread; 
For  the  blood  that  now  throbs  through  our  warm,  sunny  nature 

Runs  cold,  if  grini'Winter  but  shake  his  gray  head. 


For  we  love  not  the  cold,  nor  the  wind,  nor  the  rain  storm; 

We  long  for  the  cheer  of  our  far  Southern  home; 
We  droop  and  we  pine  for  the  sun's  genial  luster; 

Like  exiles  'mongst  strangers  we  hopelessly  roam. 


Nay,  nay;  not  at  all  !     That,  indeed,  was  the  picture 
That  filled  our  sad  hearts  with  forebodings  so  dread; 

But  we  learned  that  a  wealth  of  warmth  and  of  welcome 
Awaited  us  here,  ere  our  greetings  were  said. 


And  we  knew  that  the  blasts  of  the  chillest  of  winters 
Would  warm  by  the  blood  that  a  tender  heart  thrills, 

And  felt  that  the  breasts  of  our  own  Southern  comrades 
Had  withstood  the  fierce  storms  with  their  terrors  and  ills. 


O,  friends,  gentle  friends,  of  our  home  of  adoption. 
When  again,  with  farewells,  we  may  tearfully  seek 

The  soft,  sunny  clime  we  as  tearfulU'  quitted. 

One  boon  of  you,  comrades,  we,  ardent,  bespeak  ! 


May  the  thoughts  that  of  us  you  will  tenderly  cherish 
Be  as  kind  as  the  welcome  received  from  your  hands 

By  the  sh}-  little  band  of  timid  young  maidens 
Who  left,  to  be  with  you,  their  own  sunny  lands. 

EFFIE  MASON. 


"  Lord  God  of  hosts,  be  with  us  yet, 
Lest  we  forget,  lest  we  forget." 


-Kipling. 


"  More  things  are  wrought  by  prayer 
Than  this  workl  dreams  of.     Wherefore  let  thy  voice 
Rise,  Hke  a  fountain,  for  me  night  and  day; 
For  what  are  men  better  than  sheep  or  goats 
Tliat  nouri.sh  a  bUnd  Hfe  within  the  brain. 
If,  knowing  God,  they  hft  not  hands  of  prayer 
Both  for  themselves  and  these  who  call  them  friends? 
For  so  the  whole  round  earth  is  ev'ry  way 
Bound  by  gold  chains  about  the  feet  of  God." 

—  Tennyson. 


Don't  stop  here — take  a  panoramic  view  of  our  friends. 


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mere  Jiwarded  a  %\\m  medal 

at  the 

national 

Pbotograpbm' 

Conocntion 

Chautauqua 

new  Vork 

1899,  and 

a  Bronze  medal 

in  1897 


230  North  Cherry  Street 


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RECEIVED  HIGHEST  AWARD 
PORTRAIT  PHOTOGRAPHY 
TENNESSEE  CENTENNIAL  „■« 


MANY  OF  THE  GROIPS 
^  IN  THIS  BOOK  WERE 
MADE  BY  THIS  FIRM^ 


MEADORS  &  SON 


Up-to-date  Shoes 
...  at  Right  Prices 


...FINE  SHOES... 


FOR   FINE   FEET 


We  invite  you  to  call 
and  see  us 


306  UNION  STREET 

NASHVILLE,  TENN. 


The  Daily 
American 


Prints  all 
the  News 


15  Cents  per  week         65  Cents  per  month 
.  .  .  $8.00  per  year  .  .  . 

NASHVILLE 


AMERICAN  CO., 


TlOLKI'lIONE  71 


DR.  D.  R.  STUBBLEFIELID 

...DENTIST... 


401  AND  402  WILLCOX  BUILDING 


Union  Bank  and 
Trust  Co. 


R.  S.  PATTERSON 


UNION   WTKISISX 


308  N.  COLLEGE  STREET 

Receives  Deposits,  Makes  Loans,  Acts  as  Execu- 
tor, Administrator,  Guardian,  Trustee,  Agent. 
Sells  Exchange  on  all  Parts  of  the  World  .*.   .". 


Agents  for  All    the    Principal    Ocean    Steamship    Lines 


Kodak  Pictures 


^ 


TELEPHONE 
1573 


COLOR    WORK      fe-'fe^    -^  ->'  ^)    4: 

AND  ■^^>*,»-Zz:i»-.   //•* 

DESIGNING       ^^         /^^^"^^ 


EMBOSSING  PLATES, 

PHOTO  LITHOGRAPHING 

TOR  LETTER  HEADS, 

MAP  ENGRAVING. 


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234  N  MARKET  ST 


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.N^ASKYlLLEs, 


We  c\xe  Qivinq   special  txlienlion  lo  illuslieilmg  aoA 

ei^grcwioq   jor  Hevqev^ioes,   pooKs   A^d  pumicgviioos 
oj   evTl    hiocis;    ovr  work  is  0]  ]]')e  l^iqoesi  qrevde. 
—  Give  us  e^  hievl.- 


ILLUSTRATIONS   IN   THIS   BOOK   A  SAMPLE  OF  OUR  WORK 


$1  GAS  AND  A 

...GAS  STOVE 

'Wby  not  be  Comfortable, 
and  get  a  GAS  STOVE  7 

It  is  Cozy  to  Cook  On 

Try  One 


Over  3,000 


IN  USE  IN 
NASHVIIiliE 

Gas  at  $1  Per  Thousand 

FOR   SALE   BV 

NASHVILLE    GAS   CO. 


THE  LEADING  BOOKSTORE 

OF  THE  STATE 


School  and  College  Text-books, 
Latest  Fiction,  Fine  Fashionable 
Stationery,  Engraved    Cards.   .'. 


Call  on  us  for  anything  in  the 

Book  or  Stationery 

Line. 


Hunter  &  Welburn 

BOOKSELLERS  AND 
STATIONERS 


306  N.  Market 
Street... 


NASHVILLE, 
TENN. 


A.  BOOTH  &  CO. 

Successors  to  CHASE  &  CO. 

WHOLESALE  AND  RETAIL 
DEALERS  IN  AND  SHIPPERS  OF 

Ti$l>,  Ov$t(r$,  ami 
Poultry      ..g 


221  Norlh  Cherry  Street 


NASHVILLE,  TENNESSEE 


CHARLES  PLICQUE 


■  DEALKR    IN. 


FRESH  AND  SALT  MEATS 

COUNTRY  PRODUCE,  ETC. 
Our  Meat  is  tlie  Higliest  Grade  and  First-class 

TELEPHONE  3127—3  RINGS 

504  Broad  Street  NASHVILLE,  TENN. 


TABLE   LUXURIES 


...SPECIALTY.. 


ORR,  JACKSON  &  CO. 


176  North  Market  Street, 


Nashville,  Tenn. 


JOBBERS 

OF 

FANCY  GROCERIES 


liMibAArfi^MifeMdiAdisliMisfeA 


CALVERT  BROS. 


AND 


TAYLOR... 


if 


PHOTOS  IN 

Carbon 
Platinum 
Aristo  Platino 

PORTRAITS  IN 

Oil,  Pastel 
Crayon 
Water  Colors 
India  Ink,  etc. 


Pbotoarapkrs 


Ivory  Miniatures  a  specialty.  All  the 
latest  styles  in  mounting  to  l)e  found 
at  our  house       '.'     .'.     '.'     .'.     '.'     .■- 


CALVERT  BROS.  &  TAYLOR 

CHERRY   AND  UNION   STS, 

NASHVILLE,  TENN. 


S1^Mf54C5HC'l4C|t|€34C|tff|»ffy 


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STUDENTS 


You  will  do  well  to  buy  your  Shoes  at 
our  Emporium.  You  can  always  find 
the  Newest  Styles  at  the  Lowrest 
Prices. 


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SPECIAL  DISCOUNT  ALLOWED   TO  ALL  STUDENTS 


CUNE  &  GORDON 

..QUEEN.. 
SHOE  HOUSE 

J' 

406  UNION   STREET 


JOHN  D.  ANDERSON  &  CO. 


MINERS  AND  SHIPPERS 


...  Hi^h  Grade  Coal  .. 

OliR    SPKCI.M.TV 

THE  PEERLESS  EMPIRE 


OFFICE  409  UNION  STREET 


TELEPHONE  306 


THE  HOWE  ICE  CO, 


TV.  H.  HOWE,  President 
J    H.  HOTVE,  Manager 

MANUFACTURERS   .AND   DEAT.ERS   IN 


Pure  Distilled 
Water  Ice^ 


Main  Office,  Cor.  Cherry  and  Union  Streets, 
Telephone  43 
Factory,  Cor.  North  Cherry  and  Jackson  Streets, 
Telephone  178 


Ward 
Seminary 

buys  of 


Telephone  102 


M.  E.  Derryberry  &  Co. 


ALL  KINDS  OF 

GROCERIES 


221=223  Broad  Street 
corner  College 


CHEEK  &  NORTON 

210-212  N.  Market  Street 

NASHVILLE,  -  -  TENNESSEE 


Importers,  Roasters,  and 
Blenders 

High  Grade  Coffees 


I  pKprk     RmC     Fii'st-class  Dry  Goods  and  Millinery jf 

L^L'^^^iV      Lrl   Vf3*      Stylish  Goods  at  Lowest  Prices    ^     Summer  Street,  Nashville 


JOHN   BRANHAJI 


L.  W.  HAH,  JR. 


BRANHAM  &  HALL 


HIGH-GRADE 


Shoes,  Suit  Cases,  Bags 

AND  UMBRELLAS  AT  LOWEST  PRICES 

235   N.  SUMMER   STREET 
Telephone  67  NASHVILLE 


CLASS   PINS   AND   MEDALS 

Geo.  R.  Calhoun  &  Co. 

LEADING 

Jewelers  f^^y  Opticians 

FINE    REPAIRING   OUR   SPECIALTY 


iUbCtl  VOU  ^'^'^  ^^^^  ^"^  '"  another 

ilftt^tti  ^^^"  ^^  ^'^y  "^  remember 

HA\^  yfy^m  ^1^^^  ^^^  ^^^  ^^^^1^  him".' 

Business  the  quickest  by  Telephone 


CUMBERLAND 

TELEPHONE 

AND  TELEGRAPH 

COMPANY 


r.  W.  W.  BERRV,  Vice  president. 

NASHVILLE  TRUST  CO. 

CAPITAL,  $350,000 

Acts  as  Administrator,  Executor,  Trustee,  Assignee,  Receiver,  Agent, 
and  in  an)'  fiduciary  capacity. 

"Wills  receipted  for  and  kept  safely  ^^■itl^out  charge. 
Boxes  for  rent  in  our  giant  fire  and  burglar-proof  vaults. 

"SAVINGS    DEPARTMENT." 

As  a  proper  and  legitimate  function  of  our  business,  deposits  will  be 
received  and  interest  allowed  thereon,  subject  to  the  rules,  regulations  and 
conditions  governing  this  department. 

When  desired,  TIME  DEPOSIT  CERTIFICATES  may  be  issued,  ma- 
turing at  a  fixed  date,  at  such  rate  of  interest,  and  in  such  sums,  as  mav  be 
agreed  upon.     NO    DEPOSITS   RECEIVED   SUBJECT   TO   CHECK.' 


311  North  Cherry  Street 


Vanderbilt  Building 


PAPPAS'  PLACE 


LUNCH  ROOM  ().  G.  PAPPAS 


PROPRIETOR 

711  CHURCH  ST. 


W.  C.  COLLIER 
GROCERY  CO.-. 


GROCERIES 


Wliiik-.-ialL-  iiiiil  Kilciil 

Dfaki-s  in 
Imported  ,Sc  Daillc^lic 

601=503  Church  St.,     Nashville,  Tenn. 


Doridcr  ^ 
Sidebottom 


CAKES  AND  CANDIES 
ICE  CREAM  .  .  . 

r~ant""''^    513  CHURCH  ST, 


THE  B.  H.  STIEF  JEWELRY  COMPANY'S 


404  UNION  STREET. 


JAS.  B.  CARR,  Manager 


LARGEST  STOCK  IN  THE  SOUTH  OF 

Diamonds,  ^  Watches,  ^   Fine  Jewelry,  ^  Fancy  Goods 


EXCLUSIVE  AGENTS  FOR  THE  CELEBRATED 

LIBBY  CUT  GLASS 


GORHAM'S  STERLING  SILVER 

SOUVENIR  GOODS 


During  Vacation 

You  will  no  doubt  want  to  do  some  sort  of  read- 
ing. We  should  be  glad  to  have  you  call  and 
make  your  selection  from  our  large  stock  of  mis- 
cellaneous books. 

If  You  Don't  Have  Time 

Before  you  return  home,  an  order  or  inquiry  by 
mail  will  have  prompt  attention.     Write  us. 

C.  p.  Publishing  House 

NASHVILLE,  TENNESSEE 


THE  CHAS.  H.  ELLIOTT  CO. 

S.  "W.  Cor.  Broad  and.  Race  Sts.     Philadelpliia,  Pa. 

COMMENCEMENT  INVITATIONS 
AND  CLASS  DAY  PROGRAMS 


CLASS  AND  FRATERNITY  STATIONERY 
FRATERNITY  CARDS  AND  VISITING  CARDS 

MENUS  AND  DANCE  PROGRAMS 
BOOK  PLATES.     CLASS  PINS  AND  MEDALS 

Class  Annuals  and  Artistic  Printing 


READ  THE 


Nashville  Banner 


PRINTS  ALL  THE  NEWS 
ALL  THE  TIME 


^.  XO.  Shomas  d  6on 


...Wheksalers. 


Roast  tlioir  <  iwii  Coffee.  Import  their  Own  Tea. 
Grind  their  Own  Spices.  Make  their  Own  Bak- 
ing Powders  and  1-kuoring  K.xtracts.     Write  for 


Special  Rates  for 
Hotels  and  Colleges... 


N.  Market  nr.  Lnion  St. 
...NASHVILLE,  TENN. 


GOSPEL  ADVOCATE 


PUBLISHING   CO.^'^ 


Stationers,  Printers,  Binders 


NVITE    YOUR   ATTENTION   TO   THEIR 
LINE     OF    FINE    STATIONERY    AND 
DIE   AND   PLATE   WORK     •.■    .-.    •.•    .-. 
^^^^^     THIS    BOOK    IS    FROM   THEIR    PRESS 


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NO.     232    NORTH     MARKET     STREET 

NASHVILLE.   -^   TENNESSEE 


Starr  Pianos 


MANUFACTURERS  AND  DEALERS 


The  StaiT  represents  absolute  perfec- 
tion as  a  production  of  the  Piano 
maker's  art  in  its  highest  development 


JESSE  FRENCH 
PIANO  &  ORGAN  CO. 


PIANOS  240-24-2    N.  SUMMER   ST. 

FOB    RENT 

NASHVILLE,  TENN. 


Can 


Publishing  House    s„ppiy 
M.  E.  Lhurch  °"7"t 

no  matter 
where  ".• 
ptiblished 


South  .  .  . 


Books  of  Theology,  Biography,  History 
Poetry,  Miscellany,  Classics 


BARBEE  &  SMITH, 


AGENTS  AND  PUBtlSHERS 
NASHVILLE 


LONE  STAR  MARKET 


•PHONE 

1677 


M.  ADLEN,  Proprietor 

ONLY      Native  and  Western 

FIRST-     

CLASS    Refrigerated  Meats 

All  kinds  Imported  and  Domestic  Sausages 
VEGETABLES  AND  Alt  KIKDS  OF  DEUCACIES  214    N.  SIMMER    ST. 


GOOD 


GOODS! 


Nothing  else 
Is  what  you  will  find  at 


Dry  Goods.  Draperies, 
Women's  Ready-made 
Garments  .  .  . 


NASHVILLE 


J.  W.  McCLELLAN 


Hollbrook   ^^ 
McClcllan 
&  Jones... 

FRESH  BUTTER,  COUNTRY  PRODUCE 

Boiled  Boneless  Hams.  Eggs, 
Poultry,  Sliced  Hams,  etc.' 


STORE 
'PHONE 

746 


DEALERS   IN 


STALL  64,  MARKET  HOUSE 

'PHONE   24-7 


NASHVILLE 


JUNGERMAN   Q ROGERS      ^^03- 

ANdRUoI    ^^    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^    PUBLIC  SQUARE 


Pianos  ^  Organs 


SHEET  MUSIC 
SMALL  .  .  .    ' 
INSTRUMENTS 


531-533 
CHURCH  STREET 


Frank  G.  Fite 


NASHVILLE,  TENN. 


We  engrave  plate  and  print  Hmi  Visiting  Cards 
for  ?-_',(H). 

PAYNE  STATIONERY  CO. 

STATIONERS  .  . 
AND  ENGRAVERS 

Always  consult  us  for  l.-itust  slyk-s 

217  N.  SUMMER  ST.,  NASHVILLE,  TENN. 


DeMatteo 
&Bro. 

^^Fruits  and 
Candies 

157  N.  Spruce  St.,  cor.  Church 


A    BRIGHT   SPOT 

THE  tedium  of  daily  routine  and  rigid 
discipline  is  a  penalty  of  school  life 
doubly  wearing  on  "the  boarders," 
who  cannot  enjoy  those  pri\'ileges  and  in- 
dulgences of  hon'ie  which  are  afforded  the 
local  student.  But  there  are  oases  where 
all  restraint  is  laid  aside  and  one  is  al- 
lowed the  pleasure  of  her  own  inclina- 
tions. It  is  on  "shopping  day  "  the  college 
maid  asserts  her  feminine  characteristics, 
with  the  liberty  of  indulging  to  the  extent 
of  her  purse.  As  the  cultivation  of  art 
and  love  for  the  beautiful  is  part  of  the 
course  at  Ward's,  a  shopping  tour  always 
liLL^ins  nt  the  handsome  retail  department 
■  t  ilK  PHILLIPS  &  BinORFF  MFG.  CO.  All 
llial  i^  l)L-autiful  and  comfortable  for  the 
hfime,  including  the  choicest  art  impor- 
tations from  the  best-known  European 
manufacturers,  may  be  found  in  this  ideal 
stcjre,  and  the  reasonable  prices  named, 
the  solicitous  attention  accorded,  together 
with  the  lavish  splendor  of  the  entire 
building,  render  the  visit  a  profitable  and 
pleasurable  experience,  dear  to  the  heart 
of  ever\-  girl  destined  for  the  successive 
planes  of  sweetheart,  wife,  and  mother. 
Meiiiiiries  of  Cut  Glass,  Toilet  Ware,  and 
i;iic-:i  l.i.ic  of  love's  early  days  will  min- 
l;U  w  iUi  thoughts  of  Stoves  and  Ranges. 
Dinner  Sets,  and  outfits  for  dining  rooms, 
kitchens,  laundries,  and  dairies,  and  in- 
clijie  her  thoughts  to  this  establishment, 
no  matter  where  her  path  may  lead. 


CAMERAS  ^  PHOTO  SUPPLIES 

Finishing  a  Specialty 

DUNCAN  R.  DORRIS 

Bicycles  ^  Sundries 

153  NORTH  SPRUCE  ST. 


l'l>to-date  Soda  Fountain  Servii 


Robt.  L.  Eves,  M.  D. 


PRESCRIPTION  DRUGGIST 


OPPOSITE  TULANE   HOTFL 


T.  J.  MOONEY  &  CO. 
..Plumbing 

617    CHURCH    ST. 


JOY  &  SON 

Florists 

604  CHIRCH  ST. 


HERBRICK  &  LAWRENCE 

%^    Heating  and 
k^    Electrical 
Engineers 

FINE  PLUMBING 

607  CHURCH  ST. 


thelemgDRY  goods  house  of  the  south 


NEWEST   GOODS  ,jy<-  -*».v  SQUARE    DEALING 

-^=^  \f^  A  beautiful        >J^^  ^^^ 

<fr      vancu-ofwinscne      ^, 


TRUNKS   I™ -I  VALISES 


^■^^m^i^ 


LARGEST  VARIETY  ^rt-i'V-W^  LOWEST   PRICES 


MATTINGS 


THE  GASTNER-KNOTT  DRY  GOODS  GO.    carpets 


SUMMER   STREET,  NASHVILLE 


RAILROADS      ^^  trunk  line  connections      RAILROADS 

--  NASHVILLE  -- 

THE  GREAT  SCHOOL  CENTER 

IS  EASILY  ACCESSIBLE  FROM  AF.L  POINTS  OF  THE  COMPASS 

W^ARD  SEMINARY  FOR  YOIINO  LADIES 

THE   GREAT   CENTRAL    SCHOOL    FOR   YOUNG   WOMEN 

HAS    Pri'IV.S    'I'lIIS    YKAR    I-'KOII    POINTS    ON   THE    FOI,I.O\\'IX( ',    WHIJ.-KXOWN    RAILROADS 

NASHVILLE,  CHATTANOOGA  &  ST.  LOUIS         ILLINOIS  CENTRAL  TEXAS  &  PACIFIC 

LOUISVILLE  &  NASHVILLE  COTTON   BELT  HOUSTON  &  TEX.  CENT. 

SOUTHERN   RAILWAY  IRON   MOUNTAIN  MISSOURI   PACIFIC 

QUEEN  &  CRESCENT      CHOCTAW  &  MEMPHIS      M.,  K.  &T.  ("KATY")      SANTA  FE 
MOBILE  &  OHIO  INTERNATIONAL  &  GREAT  NORTHERN  FRISCO 

NORFOLK  &  WESTERN        CENTRAL  OF  GEORGIA        PLANT  SYSTEM        SOUTHERN  PACIFIC 

WARD   SEMINARY  PUTItS  arc  assured  every  COMFORT  and  COURTESY  froui  all  I.ocal  and  General  Agents  of  these  LINES 


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He  the  -Class  cf  1^00 
XOard  ^eminari( 

Perhaps  no  mercantile  establishment  in  the  world  conies  in 
such  close  relations  of  friendliness  and  acquaintanceship  with 
young  ladies  of  any  institution  of  learning  as  we  have  with 
"Ward's  Girls"  during  the  past  year.  It  has  always  been 
our  aim  to  extend  a  welcome  to  the  faculty  and  students  of 
this  great  and  deservedly  recognized  institution  that  would 
make  them  feel  when  in  our  store  that  ' '  this  is  a  tempo- 
rary home."  We  believe  we  have  succeeded.  Each  young 
lady,  by  her  sweet  ways  and  ladylike  demeanor,  has  en- 
deared herself  to  us.  May  all  of  them  find  naught  but 
happiness  through  life,  and  remember  that  letters  from 
each  when   they   reach   home   will    be   held  in    high  esteem 

by 

Their  friends, 

L.  JONAS  &  Co. 

THE  PALACE  NASHVILLE,  TENN.