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JACKSON,    MISS. 

IDEAL  LOCATION,    combining-  all   the    advantag-es  of  the 
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:  Vol.  4  JACKSON,  MISS,,  OCTOBER,  1901  No.  1 

I  III  1 1 1  1 1  I  1 1 1 11 1  l't-»f^^V^^^^dVA^^WAV^^V. 


The  Political  Isolation  of  the  South. 


speech  delivered  by  IVf/i.  L.  Duren  in  the  Mississippi  Oratorical 
Contest,  Meridian,  May  j,  and  in  Souther 71  Iiiterstate  Contest, 
Monteagle,  Tcnn.,  July  26,  igoi. 

[It  is  provided  in  the  constitution  of  the  Missississippi  State  Oratorical  Asso- 
ciation that  the  representatives  of  the  colleges  shall  have  their  speeches  published 
in  their  respective  college  journals  some  time  during  the  year  succeeding  the  contest  ] 

Commerce  of  products,  of  actions  and  of  ideas  is  the 
vitalizing  and  energ-izing-  force  of  a  people's  existence,  but 
isolation  symbolizes  stagnation  and  decay. 

By  the  political  isolation  of  the  South  is  meant  that 
result  brought  about  by  its  persistent  support  of  one  po- 
litical party  regardless  of  its  principles  or  its  leadership, 
a  state  of  affairs  that  arose  from  unusual  social  conditions 
rather  than  from  matters  of  governmental  and  economic 
concern.  As  a  result  of  this  the  South,  though  represent- 
ing one-third  of  the  political  power  of  a  representive  de- 
mocracy, and  though  its  genius  contributed  so  much  to 
the  nation's  foundation  and  growth,  has  been  deprived  of 
its  potential  influence  for  more  than  thirty  years. 

For  a  long  time  the  Southern  people  were  unconscious 
of  this  isolation,  but  in  the  result  of  the  last  presidential 
election  the  intelligent  and  thinking  element  of  them  real- 
izes, as  never  before,  that  the  poilitical  isolation  of  the 
South  is  one  of  the  gravest  problems,  not  only  of  Southern, 
\but  of  American  life  as  well.  That  the  South  stood  alone  in 
le  support  of  Mr.  Bryan  reveals  the  fact  that  a  change  in 
le  policy   and   politics  of  the  past  is  necessary   if  this 


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2  THE   anLLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

section  is  ever  to  be  reclothed  with  power.  The  question 
of  responsibility  for  this  isolation  is  not  the  question  of 
paramount  importance.  Eternity  alone  can  be  the  arbiter 
of  that.  But  It  is  the  result  of  it  that  should  concern  us 
most,  for  the  political  choice  of  the  South  in  national  elec- 
tions has  not  been  more  certain  than  the  results  of  this 
isolation  have  been  disastrous  to  Southern  life  and 
Southern  institutions. 

It  has  resulted  in  an  unequal  and  an  unfair  distribu- 
tion of  national  appropriations,  of  official  patronage  and  of 
high  official  honors.  The  Republican  party,  being  denied 
recognition  in  the  South,  feels  that  it  is  under  no  obligation 
to  the  South,  and  as  a  consequence,  no  appropriations 
therefor  are  made  beyond  the  limits  of  national  necessity. 
It  honors  no  Southern  man  with  high  official  position,  and 
the  patronage  that  unavoidably  falls  to  the  South  is  given 
to  men  with  the  very  lowest  conception  of  office.  Such 
patronage  is  a  curse  rather  than  a  blessing. 

The  Democratic  party,  assured  of  the  support  of  the 
South,  feels  that  its  success  or  the  continuation  of  its 
official  tenure  depends  upon  securing  doubtful  states. 
Hence,  that  portion  of  patronage  that  fairly  belongs  to  the 
South  goes  to  quiet  the  clamors  of  rapacious  spoil-seekers 
of  the  North.  Since  the  Civil  Vv^ar  the  South  has  not  been 
given  a  candidate  for  either  place  on  the  national  ticket, 
nor  have  hardl}^  more  than  six  Southern  men  been  placed 
in  high  official  positions.  In  the  matter  of  appropriations 
the  Democratic  party  is  bound  by  its  cardinal  doctrine  of 
opposition  to  improvements  at  government  expense,  as 
well  as  by  these  other  questions  of  expediency,  to  a  policy 
that  allows  no  awards  to  the  South. 

Isolation    has  bad  its  effect  upon  the  industrial   and 
commercial  development  of  the  South.     The  greatness  of 
any  country  depends  largely  upon  the  development  of   it' 
industrial    and   commercial  possibilities.       A.s  to  varietv 
the  natural  endowments  of  the  South  are  not   equalled  ^i 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLKGIAN  .5 

any  other  section  of  America.  The  larg'e  supply  of  build- 
in  j;  materials  and  of  the  raw  products  for  food  and  clothing- 
make  it  possible  for  it  to  be  the  most  independent  section 
of  our  country.  But  the  war  left  the  South  stripped  of  all 
developed  resource,  while  the  sense  of  its  political  isolation 
and  the  disposition  of  the  Southern  legislator  to  lay  op- 
pressive taxation  upon  every  enterprise  that  sought  to 
gain  foothold  in  the  S  uth,  have  repelled  all  advances  ot 
Northern  capital.  As  a  result,  the  spirit  of  enterprise  has 
fled  to  a  friendlier  clime  and  our  resources  have  been 
locked  from  the  world,  yes,  even  from  ourselves 

Commerce  goes  hand  in  hand  with  industrial  develop- 
ment and  is  a  never  failing  indication  of  progress  or 
decline.  From  census  statistics  we  find  that  the  approxi- 
mate value  of  Southern  textile  industries  is  but  one-twelfth 
that  of  the  same  industries  in  the  states  north  of  the  Ohio 
and  east  of  the  Mississippi.  In  miles  of  railway  the  South 
has  but  one-third  as  much  as  the  same  territor}',  and  in 
ocean  commerce  it  dwindles  into  insignificance.  The  ma- 
terial greatness  of  the  South  v/ill  be  determined  finally  by 
its  commercial  and  industrial  power,  but  the  g-reatest  fac- 
tors and  elements  of  modern  industrialism  are  yet  com- 
paratively inoperative  in  the  South.  So  long-  as  the  South 
remains  strictly  agricultural,  just  so  long  VvmII  it  fall  short 
of  'its  possibilities  and  New  England  will  place  in  bank 
stock  the  riches  that,  but  for  the  gathering,  belongs  to 
the  South. 

When  real  industrial  development  stirs  the  South, 
then  transportation  facilities  will  be  increased.  Rivers 
and  harbors  will  be  improved.  The  Nicaraguan  Canal 
will  no  longer  be  the  subject  of  diplomatic  controversy 
and  congressional  investigation,  a  thing  existing  only  in 
the  minds  of  civil  engineers.  Industrial  life  starving  for 
sustenance  silences  antagonism.  The  absolute  need  of 
a  country  outweighs  every  question  of  cost  or  of  technical 
feasibility. 


4  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

We  consider  last  the  gravest  of  the  evil^  which  have 
resulted  from  this  abnormal  political  condition,  the  ten- 
dency toward  intellectual  decay.  I  say  the  gravest  evil 
because  it  tends  to  lower  the  standard  of  citizenship,  and 
thus  undermine  our  civilization  and  strike  at  the  very 
foundation  of  our  country.  The  unfailing  support  of  one 
political  party  by  the  Southern  people  precludes  an  active 
political  campaign  with  all  its  educating  power.  No  reputa- 
ble Republican  paper  exists  in  the  South.  As  a  result  of 
these  conditions  a  great  majority  of  the  Southern  people 
are  left  without  the  means  of  forming  an  intelligent  opinion 
upon  questions  of  the  greatest  economic  importance,  and 
slowly  but  surely  the  character  of  Southern  citizenship 
declines. 

These  are  some  of  the  ills  wought  by  the  political 
isolation  of  the  South.  These  are  some  of  the  conditions 
that  the  Southern  man  of  the  present  generation  must  face 
today,  and  must  continue  to  face  so  long  as  the  South 
remains  thus  isolated. 

How  shall  the  evils  of  Southern  isolation  be  remedied? 
Disease  is  more  easily  found  than  cured.  But  if  I  offer  no 
remedy  for  my  country's  ills,  I  have  enumerated  them  in 
vain.  The  remedy  lies  in  the  development  of  political 
nationality,  a  new  political  alignment  by  which  we  shall  be 
able  to  express  ourselves  upon  national  issues  ,be  entitled 
to  just  and  fair  consideration  regardless  of  what  party 
succeeds,  and  be  honored  for  following  the  lead  of  thought 
rather  than  despised  for  being  enslaved  to  tradition. 

I  make  no  war  upon  the  Democratic  party  I  shall 
always  honor  it  for  the  manner  in  which  it  championed 
the  cause  of  the  white  man  in  the  South,  I  plead  not  for 
party,  but  for  independence.  The  time  has  come  when  we 
must  be  no  longer  Southern,  butnational  in  thought  and 
action.  The  interest  and  security  of  our  national;  future 
demand  the  realization  of  the  unmeasured  possibilities  of 
the  South. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  5 

The  future  of  the  South  itself,  as  a  live  and  prosperous 
country,  demands  that  there  shall  be  a  development  of 
national  fellow-feeling  that  shall  aid  in  the  solution  of  the 
problems  peculiar  to  the  South. 

The  very  ripeness  of  the  time  make  political  indepen- 
dence the  reasonable  solution.  We  are  not  concerned 
with  the  question  as  to  whether  the  negro  shall  be 
colonized,  or  whether  he  will  be  swept  away  by  the  attri- 
tion of  the  ages.  He  is  an  intregal  part  of  Southern  civili- 
zation, and  as  such  his  political  bounds  are  fixed.  He  is  a 
political  cipher  and  we  are  free  from  the  terrors  of  negro 
domination.  Every  statute  for  federal  supervision  of 
elections  has  been  sweptaway.  The  ForceBillandtheparty 
that  championed  it  were  punished  with  crushing  defeat. 
The  intelligent  and  conservative  citizen  of  the  North  will 
not  be  silent  while  the  vicious  politician,  Draco-like,  writes 
a  statute  in  Southern  blood. 

The  application  of  this  remedy  means  better  govern- 
ment for  the  South.  Men  can  never  safely  depend  upon 
others  to  supply  them  benevolently  with  good  govern- 
ment. No  government  is  good  unless  it  is  free,  and  self 
government  only  is  free  government.  So  long  as  the 
South  remains  isolated  the  North  will  govern  it,  and  the 
character  of  its  government  will  be  determined  by  the 
passions  and  prejudices  of  the  ruling  element. 

The  nation's  exigency  demands  the  remedy.  This  is 
an  age  of  achievement  and  international  struggle.  The 
close  of  the  Spanish  war  left  us  masterof  a  thousand  islands. 
With  this  acquisition  comes  the  old  problem  of  colonial  gov- 
ernment, that  problem  which  sapped  the  strength  of  the 
proudest  nations  of  antiquity,  and  which  today  engages  the 
best  and  most  serious  thought  of  the  world.  The  nation 
calls  for  the  resouces  and  conservatism  of  the  South, 

In  the  last  place  duty  demands  the  remedy,  Tacitus 
says,  "I  hold  it  to  be  the  office  of  history  to  rescue  virtue 
from  oblivion,  and  to  save  men  from  base  words  and  deeds 


6  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

through  fear  of  posthumous  infamy."  No  less  is  it  true 
of  the  moral  purpose  of  hist  ry  now.  In  the  development 
of  this  beautiful  and  splendidly  endowed  Southland, 
what  our  fathers  were  unable  to  accomplish  on  acc>unt  of 
sectional  prejudices  and  all  the  other  limiting"  environ- 
ments of  their  time,  they  have  left  to  us  of  a  friendlier  age 
to  achieve.  With  this  task  they  have  left  the  record  of 
their  successes  and  their  failures  to  guide  us  in  the  final 
solution  of  the  problem.  Shall  the  South,  endowed  with 
far-sighted  intelligence  and  reverent  conservatism,  pos- 
sessor of  material  resources  that  might  save  the  nation  in 
time  of  peril,  shall  it  ignore  the  history  of  that  thirty  years 
of  isolation  ?  Shall  the  South  barter  its  own  rights  and 
the  heritage  of  posterity  for  the  sake  of  allegiance  to  a 
vain  and  fruitless  tradition?  I  appeal  to  the  young  men  of 
the  South  to  look  back  at  those  whose  forms  live  only  in  the 
glow  of  memory,  those  whose  sense  of  honor  was  the  court 
of  last  appeal,  and  those  who  had  the  courage  of  th^ir  con- 
victions; I  appeal  to  them  to  remember  that,  while  we  are 
the  inheritors  of  their  scars,  likewise  are  we  the  inheritor 
of  every  virtuethatthey  possessed.  TheSouth  istoogreatto 
waste  its  energies  upon  that  partisan  who  would  clothe  an 
ignorant  race  with  the  most  sacred  right  of  American  civ- 
ilization in  the  hope  that  he  might  make  the  South  Repub- 
lican forever.  Neither  can  it  afford  to  waste  its  energies 
with  that  other  equally  determined  partisan  who,  for  more 
than  thirty  years,  has  made  it  absolutely  and  unbrokenly 
Democratic.  The  fate  of  men  in  the  past  and  the  old 
South  standard  of  manhood  demand  that  we  who  have 
learned  the  need  of  the  hour  and  the  promise  of  the  future, 
do  not  parley  with  conscience.  The  righteous  demands 
of  posterity  forbid  that  we  should  dally  with  duty.  In 
this  generation  the  thinking  man  of  the  South  who  realizes 
that  his  day  of  service  is  far  spent,  thinks  of  the  op-ning 
decades  of  the  twentieth  century  with  sorrowful  vearn- 
ings.     He  realizes  the  mighty  unfolding  of  the  possibilities 


THE   ROLLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  7 

of  the  South  that  the  beginning  of  that  century  shall 
record,  and  remembers  that  the  limitations  of  his  life  pre- 
clude the  possibility  of  his  sharing  in  the  glory  of  its 
accomplishment,  or  even  of  witnessing  the  splendor  of 
that  day.  O,  let  the  young  men  of  the  South  catch  the 
inspiration  of  the  hour!  Then  shall  this  glorious 
union,  our  fathers'  and  ours,  sa}'  of  the  loyal  and  imper- 
ishable South. 

"The  hopes  and  fears  ot  all  the  years 
Are  met  in  thee  tonight." 


Four  Lilies. 


By    W.    A.     Williams,  Jacksoti,    Miss. 

Although  Ralph  James  had  been  in  New  York  for  only 
a  short  time,  he  had  already  acquired  some  little  reputation 
as  an  artist.  He  had  exhibited  several  pictures  in  a  prom- 
inent art  store,  and  three  of  them  had  sold  well,  one 
receiving  special  mention  in  the  art  department  of  one  of 
the  more  prominent  papers.  He  had  fitted  up  a  small, 
though  inviting  room  in  the  upper  story  of  an  of6.ce  build- 
ing, which  he  boyishly  called  his  Palias  de  Art.  Indeed, 
had  it  been  named  with  reference  to  its  furnishings,  it 
might  have  been  called  almost  anything;  for  in  it  were  all 
the  little  souvenirs  and  mementoes  collected  by  a  college 
boy  during  a  four  years'  course,  comprising  character 
sketches,  cartoons,  old  pipes,  college  banners,  fraternity 
emblems,  and  the  like,  almost  without  number.  Things 
that  within  themselves  were  of  no  value  at  all,  but  the 
memory  of  little  incidents  clustering  around  them  often 
caused  a  smile  to  play  over  Ralph's  face  as  he  glanced  at 
them  around  his  room. 

During  his  college  days  Ralph  learned  to  love  the 
study  of  human  nature  in  all  its  phases.  He  studied  it, 
not  solely  because  he  loved  it,  but  partly  because  some  day 
he  expected  to  put  it  to  some  good  purpose  in  his  art.     To 


8:  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLIiGIAN 

him  no  art  was  so  beautiful  as  that  which  striking-ly 
portrayed  some  human  characteristic — a  kind  of  teach- 
ing art. 

Since  he  had  come  to  New  York  his  field  of  observation 
had  greatly  widened.  Often  would  he  tramp  through  some 
of  the  lower  parts  of  the  city  studying  the  ways  of  semi- 
depraved  humanity. 

It  was  on  one  of  these  not  infrequent  tramps  down  in 
the  heart  of  China  town,  laie  one  evening,  that  he  chanced 
to  see,  just  overhead,  a  blazing  sign  in  Chinese  characters, 
and  just  beneath  it  the  following  English  translation: 
"Woo  Ching,  Dealer  in  Chinese  Curios."  He  instinctively 
stopped,  for  he  had  a  habit  of  looking  through  such  shops 
hoping  to  find  something  of  interest  to  add  to  his  already 
unique  collection. 

On  entering  he  found  that  this  shop  was  somewhat 
above  the  average  of  its  kind.  There  was  an  atmosphere 
of  cleanliness  about  the  place  not  at  all  characteristic  of 
the  average  Chinese  curio  shop. -A  little  Chinese  girl  came 
meeting  I'im,  dressed  in  a  pretty  flowing  Chinese  gown, 
and  with  velvety  black  eyes. 

"Wante  someping?  "  she  politely  questioned.  Ralph 
almost  forgot  himself  for  the  moment,  but  managed  to  tell 
her  that  he  wanted  to  see  some  curios. 

She  quickly  placed  before  him  a  dozen  or  more  things, 
the  names  of  which  are  only  known  to  a  Chinaman,  and 
began  to  explain  to  him  in  Chinese-English  the  interest 
attaching  to  this  and  that. 

He  looked  at  them  mechanically  for  a  moment,  but  soon 
found  that  just  now  he  was  not  so  much  interested  in  curios 
as  some  other  things.  The  something  that  did  interest 
him,  howevei",  was  in  the  shop,  and  that  was  Woo  Ling, 
the  pretty  little  Chinese  girl.  Something  in  her  face 
appealed  strongly  to  his  artistic  temperament  and  he 
could  not  help  looking  at  her.     Woo  Ling's  face  flushed 


THE    MLLLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  V 

prettily  under  his  admiring- gaze,  and  she  timidly  dropped 
her  head. 

Ralph  paid  her  for  something  which  he  afterward 
found  to  be  a  Chinese  battle  sword,  and  continued  his 
tramp.  He  had  not  gone  far  before  he  looked  back,  and 
there,  standmg  in  the  door  way,  was  Woo  Ling  looking 
after  him. 

What  caused  him  to  look  back,  and  why  she  had 
attracted  him,  he  could  only  explain  by  the  facts  that  she 
was  beautiful  and  that  there  was  something  in  her  manner 
which  pleased  him;  and  she  had  come  to  the  door  to  watch 
him  too.     I'll  drop  by  there  again,  he  thought  to  himself. 

That  night,  in  his  room,  as  the  smoke  lazily  floated  from 
his  bull-dog  pipe,  towards  the  ceiling,  Ralph  James  was 
dreaming  of  a  pretty  little  black  eyed  girl  way  down  in 
China  town.  In  a  short  while  he  went  again  to  the  curio 
shop,  not  specially  to  buy  curios,  but  then,  that  was  the 
excuse  that  would  have  been  givena  friend  had  he  been 
questioned  on  the  subject. 

As  he  entered  Woo  Ling  again  greeted  him  with  a 
pretty  oriental  smile,  as  she  came  from  behind  a  bnnch  of 
palms  in  the  rear  of  the  shop,  where  she  had  been  tending 
apot  of  pansies.  Queer  things,  thoughtRalph,  for  aChinese 
girl  to  be  working  with,  but  then  she  was  not  like  other 
girls  of  her  race,  in  some  respects  at  least.  He  insisted 
that  she  go  ahead  with  her  flowers,  and  that  he  be  allowed 
to  look  on.  He  stood  watching  her  intently,  as  she 
cautiously  moved  the  dirt  around  the  tender  plants,  and 
then  gently  sprinkled  them  with  refreshing  water.  She's 
an  artist  in  that  line,  thought  he.  He  chatted  interest- 
ingly with  her  for  soaie  moments  about  her  flowers  admir- 
ing this  one  and  that  oae.  There  was  another  pot  of 
pansies  near  by,  blooming  beautifully,  and  Woo  Lmg 
plucked  a  number  of  them,  arranged  them  in  a  bouquet, 
and  pinned  them  on  the  lapel  of  his  coat.  She  stepped 
back  apace,  and  turning  her  little  head  slightly  to  one  side 
said:  "They  looke  nice  on  my  friend!" 


10  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

As  she  looked  at  them  Ralph  thoug-ht  what  a  beautiful 
modelshe  would  make  for  a  painting-,  and  straightway  asKed 
her  if  he  mig-ht  make  a  portrait  of  tier.  She  did  notg-ivehim 
an  immediate  answer,  but  looked  away  off  and  heaved  a 
little  sigh.  In  her  heart  how  she  wished  she  could,  but 
what  would  Woo  Ching-  say.  He  would  beat  her  at  the  very 
sugg-estion  of  such  a  thing. 

"Woo  Ching  no  let  me,"  she  answered.  "Wish  me 
could." 

'•  He  is  your  father,  yes,  I  see." 

"But  'he  need  know  nothing  of  it,"  argued  Ralph 
shortly.  "You  can  just  come  to  my  studio  any  time  you 
get  a  chance  and  give  me  a  few  sittings.  1  will  finish  it 
and  come  and  tell  you  when  it  is  done.  I  am  going  to 
look  for  you,"  he  said,  and  stepped  out  just  in  time  to 
save  Woo  Ling  a  few  licks  for  talking  to  a  "foreign  devil" 
for  her  old  father  was  just  coming  in. 

"He  was  gone,"  she  said  to  herslf,  "before  I  could  tell 
him  that  I  could  not  come.  Woo  Ching  beat  rr.e."  Her 
little  heart  beat  partly  wath  delight  and  partly  for  fear. 
Delight  at  the  thought  of  having  her  artist  friend  make  a 
picture  of  her,  and  fear  lest  she  should  suffer  if  she  did. 
But  the  temptation  was  too  great. 

The  next  evening  Ralph  heard  a  gentle  tap  on  his 
door,  and  on  opening  it  there  stood  Woo  Ling  in  a  pretty 
silk  gown,  smiling  with  delight,  her  face  flushed  wdth 
excitement.  "Islippe  off,"  she  eagerly  told  him.  "Hurry 
so  I  can  get  back  'fore  Woo  Ching  miss  me." 

"You  are  a  little  brick,  you  are,"  Ralph  laughingly 
told  her,  and  began  hastily  to  arrange  his  easel  for  the 
first  sitting;  and  set  about  the  task  to  which  they  both  had 
looked  forward  with  so  much  anxiety. 

The  first  sitting  was  necessarily  a  little  bng,  for  he 
had  todoas  much  as  possible  at  a  sitting  so  as  not  to  require 
any  more  than  necessary,  for  he  realized  the  risk  his  little 
subject  took  every  time  she  came.     She  seemed  toget  a 


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little  restless  before  he  finished,  but  in  time  it  was  over, 
and  Ralph  viewed  his  work  with  a  degree  of  satisfaction. 
"I  am  not  going  to  let  you  see  it  until  I  have  finished  it," 
he  told  her.  After  some  protestations  she  agreed,  and 
hastened  back  home  to  await  the  next  time. 

Ralph  worked  diligently  at  the  picture  for  the  next 
two  days,  because  he  was  interested  in  it,  and  because  he 
had  an  idea  that  Woo  Ling  would  wait  no  longer  than 
necessary  to  come  again.  And  it  was  not  long  overtime 
either  before  he  heard  that  little  knock  on  the  door,  which 
he  immediately  recognized  as  hers.  Everything  was  ready 
for  w^ork  this  time,  and  it  did  not  take  long  to  get  started. 
There  were  three  large  white  lilies  on  the  table  in  the 
room,  and  Ralph's  taste  for  the  artistic  soon  decided  that 
they  would  add  to  the  beauty  of  the  picture.  He,  there- 
fore, gave  them  to  her,  and  arranging  her  position,  imme- 
diately began  work. 

Thus  it  was  that  the  picture  came  to  assume  its 
definite  shape.  The  last  sitting  had  been  made,  and  it 
only  awaited  the  artist's  finishing  touches,  when  Woo 
Ling  should  have  her  first  look. 

The  nearer  finished  it  was  the  more  highly  pleased 
was  Ralph  with  his  work,  but  he  was  anxious  to  know 
what  she  would  think  of  it. 

At  last  it  was  finished  and  Woo  Ling  was  sent  for,  and 
soon  was  heard  again  the  little  famili:-r  tap,  but  this  time 
there  might  have  been  detected  m  it  a  sound  of  eagerness. 
She  entered,  and  there  before  her  on  the  easel  was  the 
completed  picture,  entirely  hidden  by  its  covering. 

''  Take  off  quick, "  she  cried. 

Ralph,  not  having  the  heart  to  hold  her  in  suspense 
longer,  raise  the  covering  and  there  it  was,  with  the  title 
"Four  Lillies  "  just  beneath  it. 

They  each  gazed  at  it  in  complete  silence  for  some 
moments,  Ralph,  now  and  then,  watching  the  expression  on 
her  face  as  she  scanned  the  picture  over  and  over.   Soon  her 


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eyes  rested  on  the  two  words  at  the  bottom,  which  she  made 
out  from  the  little  English  that  she  knew. 

She  looked  at  them,  then  at  the  picture,  and  at  the  title 
again.  She  gave  him  a  questioning  glance,  and  ventured 
to  say, 

"My  friend   make  a  mistake;  one,   two,  three  lilies, 


see 


•? " 


"Can't  you  see  the  fourth?"  answered  Ralph.  "Those 
are  yours  and  this  is  mine,"  pointing  to  her  picture.  "One 
two,  three,  four,"  and  he  placed  a  kiss  on  her  little  lips,  as 
she  looked  up  at  him  sweetly. 

"  Four  lilies,  don't  you  see?" 


It  was  Sunday  night. 

And  the  moon  shone  bright, 

As  we  sat  in  the  shade  of  a  tree, 
While  Kid  Cupid  played. 
Around  in  the  shade, 

And  shot  darts  at  "my  love  and  me." 

When  suddenly  she  gasped, 
And  my  arm  she  grasped, 

(You  may  laugh,  but  it  is  no  joke); 
Then  came  a  cry, 
A  scream  and  a  sigh, 

A  thud — for  the  hammock  broke. 


Lives  of  great  men  all  remind  us. 
We  may  gain  an  honored  place. 

And,  like  Hobson,  leave  behind  us. 
Lip-prints  on  some  sweet  girl's  face. 


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With  this  issue  The  Collegian  passes  into  new  hands. 
No  one  feels  more  sensibly  the  weakness  of  humanit}^  nor 
is  there  one  more  conscious  of  personal  limitations,  than 
the  editor,  who,  with  this  issue  of  The  Collegian,  under- 
takes the  arduous  task  of  guiding  its  course  during  the 
session  just  begun. 

The  experiences  of  the  three  short  years  of  The 
Collegian's  life  have  been  many  and  varied,  but,  as  a  foun- 
dation upon  which  to  rest  an  editorial  policy,  they  are  lim- 
ited. Thus,  left  to  supplement  precedent  from  individual 
resources,  it  seems  that  an}^  weakness  must  indeed  be  an 
ominous  portent.     However,  it  is  our  purpose  to  take  a 


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conservative  view  of  every  question,  when  that  conserva- 
tism does  not  require  the  surrender  of  conviction. 

We  hope  and  believe  that,  with  the  help  o^  a  competent 
staff,  the  hearty  co-operation  of  the  faculty  and  students, 
and  the  charity  of  our  friends,  we  shall  be  able  to  make 
The  Colleg-ian  better  than  it  has  ever  been,  and  in  addition 
to  retaining-  its  old  friends,  win  for  it  many  new  ones. 


The  growth  of  Millsaps  College  is  without  a  parallel 
in  the  history  of  schools  for  higher  education  in  Missis- 
sippi. Its  first  session  began  September  29,  1892.  At  the 
beginning  of  this  first  session  the  facilities  of  the  College, 
as  one  would  naturally  expect,  were  very  limited.  It  is 
true  that  the  endowment  was  about  the  same  as  now,  but 
there  was  no  Law  department,  and  but  one  building-  for 
practically  all  purposes. 

This  state  of  affairs  was  not  to  be  of  lonp-  duration. 
A  gymnasium  and  the  Webster  Science  Hall  were  soon 
added.  During  the  last  session  the  new  and  well-equipped 
James  Observatory  was  erected,  and  with  the  beginning 
of  this,  the  closing  year  of  its  first  decade,  the  College  has 
taken  steps  to  secure  a  commodious  dormitory,  which  will 
make  it  one  of  the  best  equipped  institutions  in  the  South. 
Such  is  the  story  of  its  material  growth. 

Its  growth  in  influence  has  not  been  less  noticeable 
than  the  material  growth.  Daring  the  first  session  one 
hundred  and  fifty  students  were  enrolled,  and  although 
Jackson  has  been  twice  scourged  with  fever  epidemics 
and  as  many  times  with  smallpox,  the  influence  has 
grown.  A  Law  department  has  been  added,  and  at  the 
end  of  the  first  decade  Millsaps  College  enters  the  contest 
for  patronage  with  equipments  and  facilities  that  make  it 
a  formidable  rival  More  than  two  hundred  and  twenty 
students  have  already  enrolled  for  this  session. 

If  the  College,  in  its  infancy,  has  been  able  to  meet  its 
competitors   with    such   limited    facilities,   and    has    thus 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLT.EGIAN  15 

lived  and  prospered  through  all  the  afiiictions  of  its  earlier 
years,  it  is  surely  a  demonstration  of  the  wisdom  dis- 
played in  its  organization  and  location. 

Who  can  say  what  wonderful  things  the  next  decade 
of  Miilsap's  history  will  tell?  This  much  is  certain:  the 
future  is  secure,  and  Millsaps  College  is  destined  to  be  a 
potent  factor  in  shaping  the  future  of  Mississippi. 


It  seems  that  some  of  the  secretaries  of  the  Missis- 
sippi Inter-Collesfiate  Oratorical  Association  have  been 
guilty  of  gross  neglect  of  duty.  An  examination  of  the 
record  book  of  the  association  biings  to  light  the  facts, 
that  no  record  of  the  proceedings  of  the  first  and  fourth 
meetings  has  been  kept;  that  of  the  proceedings  of  the 
third  meeting  only  the  tally-sheet  used  in  the  election  of 
of&cers  remains;  and  that  the  "honor  roll,"  which  the  con- 
stitution says  shall  be  kept,  has  been  ignored. 

This  state  of  things  should  not  be,  for  as  these  men  go 
out  from  College  their  names  are  forgotten,  and  if  not  en- 
tirely forgotten,  information  concerning  them  is  hard  to 
get.  The  time  may  come,  indeed,  we  think  is  at  hand, 
when  the  Association  will  need  to  know  the  names  of  every 
member  from  the  organization  to  the  present  time. 

Aside  from  the  Association's  possible  need,  its  very 
dignity  demands  that  an  accurate  record  of  the  business 
of  each  and  every  meeting  be  kept,  according  to  the  regu- 
lations prescribed. 

This  matter  is  not  mentioned  for  the  purpose  of 
bringing  reproach  upon  those  officers  who  failed  to  do 
their  duty,  but  that  such  neglect   may  never  occur  again. 


We  have  no  intention  to  endorse,  as  a  whole,  the  offi- 
cial conduct  of  President  Roosevelt,  for  some  parts  show 
the  marks  of  gross  indiscretion,  and  we  do  not  even  wish 
that  such  parts  may  be  regarded  with  the  least  degree  of 
tolerance  ;  but  his  announcement  of  the  intention  to  ap- 


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point  Republicans  in  the  South  when  suitable  men  could 
be  found  in  that  party,  but  when  such  could  not  be  found 
to  appoint  gold  Democrats,  as  in  the  appointment  of  ex- 
Governor  Jones,  of  Alabama,  is  to  say  the  least,  a  praise- 
worthy purpose. 

It  is  a  hopeful  sign  when  individual  character  is  made 
the  prime  qualification  for  office  and  politics  an  after  con- 
sideration. 

Such  a  radical  departure  in  the  matter  of  distributing- 
honors  puts  a  premium  upon  good  character  and  will  have 
a  tendency  to  develop  the  individuality  of  men.  It  will 
also  prove  eifective  in  breaking  down  partisan  narrowness 
and  unifying  the  discordant  elements  of  our  country. 

We  believe  that  President  Roosevelt's  adoption  of 
this  policy  should  be  and  will  be  commended  by  every 
man,  North  and  South,  whose  judgment  is  based  upon  in- 
telligent thought,  rather  than  preconceived  ideas. 


jg^  The  Collegian's  staff   respectfully   ask   that  you  will 

look  over  the  list  of  advertisers  and  remember  that  they 
are  our  patrons.  Then,  as  a  mark  of  appreciation,  show 
a  like  liberality  to  them.  They  make  the  publication  of 
this  magazine  possible. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  17 


Upon  assumming  the  duties  and  responsibilities 
attached  to  this  department,  the  editor  feels  that  he  will 
be  expected  to  keep  apace  with  the  literary  world,  and 
that  his  duty  shall  be  to  call  attention  to  the  happenings  in 
this  field,  of  special  interest  to  college  students  of  litera- 
ture. To  undertake  to  give  anything  like  a  complete 
review  of  a  month's  literature  would  be  assuming  the  task 
of  the  literary  editor  of  a  modern  monthly  magazine.  This 
is  obviously  impracticable,  we  may  say  impossible.  Hence, 
our  reviews  will  be  somewhat  condensed  in  form. 

After  forty-five  years'  service  Mr.  Austin  Dobson  has 
retired  from  his  post  as  principal  of  the  London  Board  of 
Trade.  For  a  long  time  it  has  been  known  to  the  public 
that  this  commonplace  work  was  distasteful  to  him.  How- 
ever, it  has  had  a  certain  advantage  in  that  he  has  been 
able  to  give  us  only  of  his  very  best  work.  In  this  country 
Mr.  Dobson  is  thought  of  as  being  one  of  the  most  gifted 
of  all  the  lighter  poets.  We  are,  be  it  said  to  our  dis- 
credit, prone  to  ignore  the  fact  that  he  is  one  of  the  most 
admirable  of  literary  historians.  There  are  few  people 
who  know  the  history  of  eighteenth  century  literature  as 
he  does.  We  understand  that  he  expects  to  devote  hi3 
entire  time  in  the  future  to  literary  work.  He  contem" 
plates  giving  his  early  attention  to  a  life  of  Samuel  Rich- 
ardson.    Much  is  expected  of  this  work. 

Mr.  Kester  may  be  catalogued  among  the  young  men 
of  less  than  thirty  who  have  given  to  the  world  a  good 
"first  book."  Although  born  in  New  Jersey,  Mr.  Kester 
has  spent  much  of  his  time  in  the  South.  All  the  more 
reason  why  we  should  and  do  feel  an  interest  in  this  young 


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author.  The  scene  of  his  story  is  laid  in  a  small  lumber 
town  in  Michigan,  and  many  of  the  incidents  have  been 
drawn  from  actual  occurances.  Mr.  Kester  has  done  con- 
siderable newspaper  work,  notably  on  the  Irving  Bachelor 
Syndicate,  which,  it  may  added,  is  now  detunct.  At 
present  he  is  living  in  an  old  historic  mansion  in  Virginia, 
just  a  short  distance  from  Washington. 

In  all  the  flood  of  novels  that  is  being  poured  indis- 
criminately upon  the  public  at  the  present,  it  is  hard  to 
find  any  ground  upon  which  we  may  rest  and  be  sure  of 
our  footing.  No  man  can  tell  what  ones  will  be  read  ten 
years  from  now.  There  are  some  good  things  and  some 
bad  things  about  them  with  hardly  an  exception,  and  the 
latter  is  often  far  in  excess.  Probably  the  most  popular 
class  of  the  novels  just  now  is  what  may  be  called  the 
"Historical  Romances."  What  can  be  easier  than  for  a 
skilled  novel  writer  to  appropriate  a  bit  of  romantic  history, 
and,  by  exercising  his  imaginative  faculties  just  a  bit, 
weave  out  a  story  that  makes  a  very  pleasant  time-killer. 
Many  works  of  this  class  are  well  worth  the  reading,  for 
they  contain  bits  of  personal  history  that  can  hardl}'  be 
found  elsewhere,  but,  notwithstanding  all  this,  we  can't 
help  but  think  the  time  would  be  better  spent  in  reading 
something  of  just  a  little  higher  order.  Now,  we  are  not 
among  those  who  think  that  the  good  books  have  all  been 
written  and  therefore  none  are  forthcoming,  but  a  mighty 
culling  could  be  indulged  in  with  no  serious  damage  to  the 
world's  choice  literature. 

The  phenominal  success  of  some  of  the  recently  pop- 
ular novels  seems  to  have  had  quite  an  undesiarble  effect 
upon  their  authors.  Of  course  we  are  all  prone  to  sin  and 
all  do  make  mistakes  sometimes  of  a  very  absurd  nature. 
Some  of  these  authors  seem  to  be  viewing  themselves  at 
present  through  the  borrowed  glasses  of  their  too  enthus- 
iastic admirers.  Sad  to  say  they  are  seeing  themselves  as 
others  see  them. 


THE    MILLSAPS    COLLKGIAN  19 

It  happened  not  algreat  while  ago  that  a  certain  dram- 
atized novel  which  has  been  called  "When  Chivalry  Was 
in  Bloom,"  was  played  in  the  home  town  o{  its  author. 
Now,  naturally  the  author  was  in  prominence,  and  after 
the  play  had  been  enthusiastically  received  he  felt  called 
upon  to  say  a  few  words  of  thanks  to  the  audience  for  its 
kind  manifestations,  and  he  did  so. 

All  this  was  very  nicely  done,  and  what  a  pity  the 
floor  didn't  open  and  swallow  him  up  before  he  proceeded 
further,  but  it  is  another  one  of  those  "might  have  beens" 
and  he  was  allowed  to  give  a  short  biography  of  himself, 
which  ended  with  his  saying  that  when  he  was  a  whistling, 
barefoot  boy  little  did  he  think  that  one  day  he  would  be 
standing  before  them  in  tJiat  fierce  white  light  which  beats 
about  the  throne. 

Another  poor  fellow  allowed  a  New  York  editor  to 
hear  him  deplore  the  fact  that  he  could  not  gather  together 
all  the  books  in  the  world  and  burn  them. 

"  Why  do  you  wish  to  do  that?"  inquired  the  aston- 
ished editor,  who,  be  it  said  confidentially,  thought  perhaps 
he  might  undertake  such  a  small  task  and  smoke  up  a  pile 
of  handsome  books. 

"  Then  I  could  rewrite  them  all,"  was  the  reassuring 
reply. 

I  am  sure  no  one  objects  to  the  former  retaining  his 
seat  upon  his  throne,  nor  envies  the  latter  his  ability  to 
reproduce  all  the  books  in  the  world.  But  some  of  their 
most  intimate  friends  ought  to  approach  them  confiden- 
tially and  beg  them  not  to  say  such  things  again.  It  is 
liable  to  make  those  who  are  not  so  fortunate  feel  a  slight 
tinge  of  embarassment. 


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In  launching  this  department,  the  editor  binds  him- 
self by  neither  pledge  nor  precedent.  He  has  the  space 
for  his  very  own  and  proposes  to  fill  it  with  paragraphs, 
long  or  short,  light  or  serious,  grave  or  gay,  accordinf  to 
mood  or  ability.  Though  not  sanguine  enough  to  hope  to 
please  every  one,  nor  foolish  enough  to  claim  that  all  here 
found  is  gold,  yet  he  trusts  that  there  may  always  be  a 
sufficient  amount  thereof  to  reward  the  reader's  search. 
If  critics  find  it  in  small  quantities  and  much  scattered 
they  will  please  remember  that  the  editor  has  imitated 
the  method  of  nature  and  the  example  of  critics. 

In  so  far  as  this  corner  cheats  the  waste-basket,  it 
will  contain  grit.  But  it  is  the  purpose  of  the  editor  to 
deal  fairly  with  the  aforesaid  receptacle  and  see  that  it  re- 
ceives a  due  proportion  of  matter,  original,  clipped  or  con- 
tributed. The  students  are  cordially  invited  to  assist  in 
making  this  new  venture  a  success. 


Books  are  good  friends;  they  give  solace  in  sorrow, 
light  in  darkness,  companionship  in  loneliness  and  cheer  in 
sadness;  they  betray  no  secrets,  whisper  no  slanders, 
bear  no  gossip,  engender  no  strife  ;  they  conduct  you 
freely  among  the  ruins  of  the  past,  the  activities  of  the 
present,  or  the  hopes  of  the  future  ;  they  take  you  among 
strangers  in  far  off  lands,  or  make  you  sit  again  by  the 
hearthstone  of  childhood  ;  they  discover  to  you  the  beau- 
ties of  nature  and  bring  you  into  closer  fellowship  with 
the  living,  or  reveal  to  you  the  thoughts  of  the  dead  and 
the  glory  of  God  ;  but  they  make  the  fool  a  poor  substitute 
for  brains. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  21 

To  new  students  :     It  is  g-ood  to  start  well,    better  to 
wear  well,  best  to  end  well. 


No  section  of  our  g^reat  country  feels  the  nation's  be- 
reavement more  keenly  than  the  South.  Many  expressions 
of  sorrow  have  been  heard  from  students  since  the  open- 
ing" of  college.  Mr.  TsIcKinley  had  many  friends  and  ad- 
mirers throughout  the  South,  and  bis  manly,  straightfor- 
ward efforts  to  make  of  us  a  great  people  were  highly 
appreciated.  We  delighted  to  honor  the  Christian  gentle- 
man, statesman  and  husband,  and  deeply  mourn  his 
death.  The  students  of  Millsaps  College  remember  with 
pleasure  the  glimpse  of  his  kindly  face  when  he  was  tour- 
ing the  South  last  spring,  and  regret  that  no  punishment 
of  the  criminal  can  undo  his  terrible  work. 


From  all  over  the  nation  is  heard  the  cry,  "Down  with 
anarchy."  It  has  been  tolerated  too  long.  It  is  a  war  to 
the  death  between  anarchy  and  civilization,  and  our  people 
had  as  well  begin  the  defensive  before  others  of  our 
leaders  are  martyred.  We  must  guard  against  it  from 
the  cradle  to  the  grave.  Some  of  our  own  people  have 
overestimated  their  liberties.  In  the  absolute  freedom  of 
hidividuals,  the  strongest  man  alone  is  free.  All  others 
must  bow  to  bis  will.  Such  is  the  freedom  of  savagery. 
The  highest  freedom  is  perfect  obedience  to  law,  and  the 
g^reatest  bulwark  against  anarchy  is  the  universal  respect 
of  our  people  for  law  and  rightful  authority,  for  anarchy 
begins  in  our  homes  with  the  rebellion  of  children  again' t 
discipline,  grows  with  sneers  at  authority  in  school,  finds 
religious  basis  in  acrid  criticism  of  leaders  in  the 
church,  receives  endorsement  in  the  contemptuous 
references  of  the  partisan  press  to  our  rulers,  and  is  sown 
to  the  winds  bv  flagrant  abuses  of  free  speech  on  the  part 
of  demagogues  who  are  not  worthy  of  the  power  of  speech. 
The  harvest  is  in  mobs  and  murderers.  All  lynchers  are 
anarchists  and  murderers.  They  defy  law — they  take 
life.  Better  the  one  pair  of  red  hands  and  the  one  mur- 
derous heart  of  the  assassin  who  is  punished,  than  the 
hundred  pairs  of  red  hands  and  the  hundred  murderous 
hearts  of  the  unpunished  mob. 


22  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 


LOCAL   Department. 


After  a  long-  rest  we  have  returned  and  for  the  past 
month  have  been  scrubbing"  off  the  rust. 

Mr.  M.  E.  Thompson,  a  former  Millsaps  man,  stopped 
over  a  day  or  two  on  his  way  to  Nashville  to  study 
medicine. 

Mr.  Fridge  was  on  the  campus  with  club  mates  for  a 
few  days. 

"Spider"  Ricketts,  who  has  been  taking  a  course  in 
Chemistry  in  New  Orleans,  has  returned  home,  and  has 
been  with  us  a  week  or  more. 

Mr.  Percy  Clifton,  of  Jackson,  has  taken  a  class  in 
preparatory  English  and  Latin,  as  the  school  is  unusually 
crowded  this  year. 

Student — "What  class  did  3^ou  enter?  " 
Prep — "I  tried   to  enter  1st  prep,  but  guess  I'll  fall 
back  in  2nd." 

The  Y.  M.  C.  A.  at  Millsaps  College  this  year  is 
unusually  prosperous.  They  gave  a  reception  to  the  stu- 
dents and  faculty,  and  it  was  well  attended,  and  voted  by 
alljto  be  the  greatest  success  they  had  ever  had.  Theladies 
of  town  furnished  the  delicious  refreshments  served.  The 
Y.  M.  C.  A.  has  had,  so  far,  45  new  members  added. 
Meetings  so  far  have  been  conducted  by  Revs.  J.  B.  Hut- 
ton  and  J.  R.  Countiss,  and  Mr.  Purcell,  in  which  talks 
were  made  by  Professors  Ricketts  and  Moore. 

There  are  meters  of  accent. 

And  meters  of  tone; 
But  the  best  of  all  meters 

Is  to  meet  her  alone.     (Call  again.) 


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Mr.  C.  Norman  Guice  was  on  the  campus  for  a  few 
days  after  the  opening-  looking  as  sweet  as  ever. 

Mr.  Moore,  representing-  D.  L.  Auld  &  Co.,  was  among 
the  fraternities,  with  samples  of  beautiful  "frat"  iewelry. 
Mr.  Moore  reports  having  had  success  at  Millsaps 
College. 

Leon  Czolgosz — I  mean  Holloman — O,  well,  anyhow 
he  has  been  here  several  times  since  school  opened. 

It  rids  us  of  a  big  pane^to  note  that  Mr.  Glass  will  not 
return  this  year. 

A  boxing  club  is  forming  and  so  far  has  many  enthus- 
iasts. We  will  have  a  splendid  instructor  in  Professor 
Young. 

Mr.  J.  S.  Ewing,  class  1901,  was  with  us  a  few  days 
mingling  with  his  many  friends.  On  being  asked  what 
he  had  been  doing  since  he  graduated  he  simply  aswered, 
"bummin'  'bout. "  For  the  translation  of  that  term  I  refer 
you  to  Hinds  and  Nobles. 

Professor — "Have  you  matriculated  yet?" 
Student  Green — "No,  sir,  I  left  it  at  home." 

COLLEGE    COLORS. 

Tho'  his  neck  was  red, 

As  well  as  his  head, 
You  could  tell  at  a  glance  he  was  green. 

But  after  he'd  busted. 

And  being  disgusted, 
He  was  blue  as  could  plainly  be  seen. 

While  everything  at  Millsaps  College  is  so  bright  the 
literary  societies  have  been  doing  their  share.  Both 
societies  have  initiated  over  fifty  men  altogether.  The 
officers  of  them  are  as  follows: 

Of  the  Lamar: 

President — A.  J.  McLaurin,  Jr. 
Vice  President — D.  C.  Enochs. 
Secretary — W.  C.  Bowman. 
Censor — A.  M.  Ellison. 
Treasurer — ''Judge"  Austin. 
Cor.  Secretary — L.  R.  Featherstone. 
Critic — A.  S.  Cameron. 


24  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

Of  the  Galloway: 

President — W.  L.  Duren. 

Vice  President— J.  R.  Countiss. 

Recording-  Secretary — H.  B.  Heidelberg. 

Ass't  Secretary— R"'  E  Bennett. 

Treasurer — F.  E.  Gunter. 

Cor.  Secretary — E.  G.  Mohler. 

Critic— W.  A.  Williams. 

Millsaps  is  getting-  sadly  behind  the  times  in  the  way 
of  out  door  fun;  even  Belhaven  is  ahead  of  us.  They  play 
basket  ball  (rougher  and  more  fun  than  foot  ball)  every 
evening  and  -are  enjoying  their  only  young  and  college 
days,  while  we  will  have  nothing  to  remember  but  a  few 
grim  text  books,  and  I  doubt  if  we  remember  them. 

The  entertainment  at  Belhaven  is  reported  to  have 
been  a  grand  success,  though  none  of  the  boys  seem  to 
know  what  the  humorist  said,  and  few  know  what  kind 
of  looking  man  he  was;  and  some  even  saying  that  they 
never  saw  him.  More  stupid  boys  could  not  be  found,  and 
it  certainly  casts  a  reflection  on  the  intelligence  of  the 
students.  Incidentally  it  might  be  mentioned  that  Bel- 
haven is  a  college  for  pretty  girls. 

Although  the  faculty  and  Conference  passed  against 
football,  Millsaps  is  still  in  the  athletic  field.  The  marble 
and  mumble  peg|teams  have  organized  and  gotten  in  excel- 
lent trim,  although  our  coach  has  not  arrived.  A  class 
mumble  peg  game  was  played  the  other  day  and  was  wit- 
nessed by  a  large  crowd  of  excited  spectators  Some  of 
the  principal  points  of  the  game  are  here  recorded:  Sophs, 
pitch  off;  Jones,  of  the  Fresh's  team,  takes  the  blades  and 
sticks  for  fifty  yards  (high  excitement);  Smith  fumbles 
the  peg,  and  amid  loud  shouts  of  the  excited  crowd  Brown 
falls  on  the  blades  and  gets  stuck;  the  rest  is  too  exciting 
to  record.  Millsaps  claims  the  championship  of  the  United 
States  on  the  two  aforenamed  games,  and  has  dates  with 
Harvard  and  a  few  other  insignificant  schools  which  don't 
know  a  rough  game  when  they  see  it. 


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The  College  World 

.T.  K.  COrXTISS.  Editor. 

To  the  Students,  to  Fellow-Members  of  the  Colleg-ian 
and  to  our  Contemporaries — Greeting  and  best  wishes 
for  your  success. 

With  pleasure  the  newly  appointed  editor  enters  upon 
the  task  of  reading-  our  worthy  exchanges  ;  but  we  sadly 
feel  our  incompetency  as  a  reviewer  and  critic.  However, 
we  shall  cheerfully  attempt  to  do  our  part  in  the  very  im- 
portant work  of  bringing  college  men  to  see  themselves  as 
others  see  them.  We  shall  endeavor  to  be  just  and  help- 
ful, making  our  criticisms  open  and  specific.  We  hope  to 
have  a  profitable  year  with  our  contemporaries  and  shall 
try  to  make  The  Collegl\x  worthy  of  a  place  among  the 
best  of  them. 


The  '■''Mississsppi  College  Magazine'''  comes  out  in  good 
time  this  month  and  is  a  credit  to  the  College.  The  lead- 
ing article,  "Shall  Justice  Triumph,"  is  a  suggestive  dis- 
cussion of  mob  violence.  The  appearance  and  force  of 
the  article  would  have  been  improved  by  more  attention 
to  paragraphing.  The  "Theological  Department" 
seems  out  of  place,  since  the  College  has  no  such  chair. 
A  Y.  M.  C.  A.  department  would  se  m  more  natural  and 
less  pretentious.  We  welcome  our  neighbor  to  our  sanctum 
and  hope  that  the  friendly  relations  between  Mississippi 
College  and  Millsaps  College  may  continue  during  the 
present  year. 


The  Mississippi  College  Magazine  advertises  J.  Young- 
blood,  Tailor  ;  Cleaning  and  Die-ing.  Should  any  of  our 
students  have  occasion  to  die,  they  will  please  call  on  Mr. 
Youngblood  to  do  it  for  them,  regardless  of  cost.      This 


26  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

editor  would  like  to  witness  the  performance,  thoug-h  it  is 
always  sad  to  see  young  blood  die. 


''The  Harvard  Monthly''  contains  several  articles  of 
merit.  One  would  suspect  that  most  of  its  matter  comes 
from  the  pens  of  graduates.  The  best  poem  is  on  "A 
Crucifixion  of  Veronese."  "Ramblers  about  the  College 
Yard"  is  a  sketch  of  the  Harvard  that  used  to  be.  ^'Vanity 
Fair''  and  "Becky  Sharp"  is  a  piece  of  high-class  literary 
criticism.  '^Sailor  Jack's  First  Voyage"  is  the  best  short 
storv  on  our  table  this  month. 


'^The  Reveille"  is  a  modest  weekly  from  Louisiana 
State  University.  We  find  its  editorials  sensible,  and  the 
letter  from  the  Philippines  by  A.  H.  Hugurt  ('99)  one  of 
the  best  we  have  seen  from  ihose  islands. 


''TJie  Alpha"  is  a  neat  magazine  and  has  a  good  assort- 
ment of  matter,  barring  its  lack  of  stories.  Its  two  poems 
are  altogether  readable. 


''The  Emory  and He7iry  Era"  serves  its  readers  with  an 
appetizing  assortment.  Its  one  story,  "Touchee,"  is  noth- 
ing if  not  tragic.  The  author  hurried  the  story  as  if  the 
actors  were  obliged  to  catch  a  train,  while,  as  a  matter  of 
fact,  they  had  nothing  to  do  but  die — the  whole  lot — and 
men  do  not  usually  hasten  to  perform  that  duty.  The 
opening  article  argues  the  solution  of  the  negro  problem, 
not  on  the  ground  of  Christianization  or  education,  but 
political  subordination.  The  ''Ode  of  the  Hammock"  is  a 
clever  bit  of  verse,  while  the  "Spheroid  Carrier,"  by  the 
same  author  is  too  long  for  its  value.  Excellent  cuts  of 
the  literary  society  halls  add  to  the  attractiveness  of  the 
number. 


Thursday,   Oct.   5,   1901,   was    Benefactor's   Day    at 


THE   ISIILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  27 

Trinity  College.  Addresses  were  made  and  gifts  and 
donations  announced  aggregating  about  $70,000.  Fortun- 
ate Trinity  I 


J.  Pierpont  Morgan  has  recently  giyen  Haryard  Uni- 
versity $1,000,000.  Yale  College  has  obtained  pledges  to 
the  amount  of  $2,000,000  as  a  bicentennial  fund. — Atlantic 
Ed.  Journal. 


Just  as  we  go  to  press  we  receive  attractive  copies  of 
the  University  of  Alississippi  Magazine  ■SiXi^  The  Shamrock.  We 
cheerfully  exchange. 


A  Chance  for  Local  Coloring. 

I  knew  a  lass — 

Her  e3'es  were  blue, 
Her  teeth  were  white, 
Her  lips  were  red, 
Her  hair  was  of  the  golden  hue. 

But  now,  alas  !  her  eyes  are  red, 
Her  lips  are  blue. 
Her  hair  is  white. 

Her  teeth  are  of  a  golden  hue  ; 
For  Father  Time  (the  mean  old  thing) 
Has  changed  the  local  coloring. 

— University  Unit. 


Ancient  Rules  at  Harvard. 


From  The  Harvard  Monthly. 

The  President  and  Fellows  were  empowered  "to  pun- 
ish misdemeanors  by  fine  or  by  whipping  in  the  Hall 
openly,  as  the  nature  of  the  offense  shall  require,  not  ex- 
ceeding ten  shillings  or  ten  stripes  for  an  offense." 

"All  Sophisters  and  Bachelors shall  publiclyrepeat 

sermons  in  the  Hall  whenever  they  aie  called  forth." 


28  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

"They  shall  be  slow  to  speak,  and  eschew  not  only 
oaths,  lies  and  uncertain  rumors,  but  likewise  all  idle, 
foolish,  bitter  scoffing-,  frothy,  wanton  words,  and  offensive 
gestures. 

"None  shall  pragmatically  intrude  or  intermeddle  in 
other  men's  affairs"... "they  shall  studiously... observe... 
the  special  hour  for  their  own  lecture,  and  then  diligently 
attend  the  lectures  without  any  disturbance  by  word  or 
gesture ;  and,  if  of  anything  in  doubt,  they  shall  inquire 
of  their  fellows,  or  in  case  of  non-resolution,  modestly  of 
their  tutors. 

"No  scholar  shall  buy,  sell  or  exchange  anything, 
to  the  value  of  sixpence,  without  allowance  of  his  parents, 
guardians  or  tutors." 

"No  scholar  shall  take  tobacco,  unless  permitted  by 
the  President,  with  the  consent  of  their  parents  or  guar- 
dians, and  on  good  reason  first  given  by  a  physician,  and 
then  in  a  sober  and  private  manner." 

Imagine  twentieth  century  students  soberly  smoking 
cigarettes  on  a  physician's  prescription  ! 


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A  Senior  Greeting. 


We  seniors  who  greet  you  are  happy  to  meet  you, 

And  tell  you  our  story  in  rhyme; 
Of  great  tribulations  and  hard  examinations 

We've  had  a  full  share  in  our  time. 
Throughireshman  we  walked,  through  sophomore  stalked, 

While  in  junior  we  rode  on  an  ass  ; 
But  now  in  the  senior,  with  graver  demeanor, 

We're  struggling  to  make  us  a  pass. 
The  juniors  they  press  us,  the  freshmen  they  bless  us, 

And  praise  us  wherever  they  go; 
But  the  sophomores  claim  with  lofty  disdain. 

That  only  the  sophomores  know  ! 

We  entered  vacation  with  greatest  elation. 

And  hoped  for  a  jolly  good  time. 
With  fathers  and  mothers,  and  sisters  and  brothers, 

And  others  who  live  in  this  clime. 
But  we  scarce  had  begun  it  before  we  had  done  it, 

So  soon  were  the  holidays  ended. 
And  now  we've  a  notion  to  enter  a  motion 

For  having  the  calendar  mended  ! 
This  truth  is  quite  sober :  from  June  to  October 

Is  the  shortest  bit  of  a  span ; 
From  October  to  June  seems  many  a  moon, 

Though  you  "cut"  as  much  as  you  can. 
So,  Chronos,  pray  heed  us  and  kindly  come  speed  us, 

Till  our  days  in  college  are  o'er — 
Speed  the  sun  and  the  moon  and  bring  us  to  June, 

And  we'll  ask  thee  to  speed  us  no  more  ! 

—J.  R.  C. 


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IDEAL  LOCATION,  combining-  all  the  advantag-es  of  the 
city  with  the  healthful  conditions  and  immunities  of  the  country. 
Convenient  to  electric  car  line. 


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Thanksgiving. 


Blest  season  when  a  nation's  heart 

With  gratitude  is  filled; 
When  from  a  hundred  thousand  throats 

Glad  notes  of  praise  are  trilled — 
Hallowed  daj  when  men  behold 

A  gracious,  bounteous  store 
And  giving  thanks  to  God  for  this 

His  blessings  still  implore. 

'Tis  well  that  at  the  harvest  home 

God  should  receive  your  praise. 
But  do  you  owe  him  less,  I  pray, 

In  summer's  sunlit  days? 
Oh,  wait  not  till  the  wintry  blasts 

Have  withered  all  that's  fair; 
Nor  till  the  hoary  frosts  of  age 

Have  silvered  o'er  your  hair 
To  render  God  the  praise  you  owe. 

Begm  it  while  you  may, 
And  so  transform  your  life  into 

One  glad  thanksgiving  day. 

—J.  R.  C,  '02. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

"THE  WITCH'S  REVENGE." 


A  Legend  of  the  Chocta>vs. 


By    W.  A.    Williams. 

A  long-  time  before  the  red  man  was  forced  to  leave 
his  hunting"  grounds  on  the  east  side  of  the  Mississippi 
and  to  seek  a  new  home  in  the  wilds  of  the  West,  there 
lived  on  the  banks  of  the  Yokanookany,  old  Grry  Hawk, 
chief  of  one  of  the  most  powerful  of  all  the  Southern  Indian 
tribes. 

In  the  forest  near  by  his  wigwam  there  gently  bub- 
bled from  out  of  the  sand  at  the  foot  of  a  bluff,  a  little 
spring  which  had  a  most  mysterious  power.  It  imparted 
to  those  who  drank  of  its  waters  wonderful  strength, 
great  courage,  and  a  fleetness  of  foot  which  was  not 
excelled  by  even  that  of  the  deer.  Warriors  from  many 
tribes  came  from  far  and  near  to  drink  of  the  Waters  of 
this  little  spring. 

For  a  long  time  the  sole  inmates  of  old  Gray  Hawk's 
wigwam  had  been  he  and  his  only  daughter,  a  beautiful 
Indian  girl,  who  had  been  the  incentive  to  many  a  brave 
deed,  and  many  a  gallant  young  warrior  on  coming  to  the 
medicine  spring,  fell  a  willing  victim  to  sweet  Pallia's 
charms.  One  day  in  the  autumn,  when  the  forest  was  all 
bedecked  in  crimson  and  gold,  when  the  leaves  seemed  to 
vie  with  the  color  in  Palila's  cheek,  she  took  her 
bow  and  quiver  of  arrows  and  wandered  off  into  the  forest. 
Palila  inherited  much  of  her  father's  love  for  the  chase, 
and  in  her  hands  her  bow  rarely  failed  to  bring  down  the 
red  bird,  with  whose  feathers  she  so  much  delighted  to 
decorate  herself. 

In  the  pursuit  of  her  flitting  prizes  she  was  unmindful 
of  the  distance  she  was  wandering  from  her  father's 
door,  and  too,  that  the  sun  had  already  sunk  beneath  the 
tops  of  the  forest  trees.     When  she  became  conscious  of 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  3 

this,  she  found  that  she  had  g-one  much  further  than  she 
was  accustomed  to  <jo.  She  turned  around  and  slowly 
made  her  way  back  to  the  medicine  spring-.  The  ruddy 
g-low  of  exercise  was  on  her  cheek,  and  she  sat  down  on 
the  bank  of  the  little  stream  to  rest;  her  unstrung  bow 
and  quiver  of  arrows  lay  at  her  feet,  and  by  her  side 
swung-  her  little  water  cup,  a  horn  rudely  carved  by  an 
Indian  brave  who  had  been  one  of  her  many  lovers;  her 
coarse  raven  hair,  untrained,  half  concealed  her  bare  nut 
brown  bosom,  and  on  her  tiny  feet  she  wore  a  pair  of  moc- 
casins beautifully  embroidered,  the  work  of  her  own 
hands,  and  decorated  with  the  red  birds'  feathers. 

Unconsciously  she  had  lapsed  into  a  pensive  mood  and 
sat  quietly  gazing-  into  the  water  mirror  beneath  her.  Sud- 
denly she  was  convulsed  with  fear;  reflected  in  the  stream 
at  her  feet,  she  saw  a  panther  crouching  in  the  vines  at 
the  top  of  the  bluff;  his  eyes  glowed  like  balls  of  fire,  two 
rows  of  shining-  teeth  showed  in  his  half  opened  mouth, 
and  he  was  beating-  his  tail  against  the  ground  like 
some  wounded  snake  writhing  in  agony.  For  a  moment 
she  sat  motionless,'  and  then,  as  if  suddenly  real- 
izing her  peril,  gave  a  leap  for  life.  The  beast,  seeing  his 
prey  in  the  act  of  escaping-,  at  the  same  time  leaped  from 
the  bluff  and  fell  into  the  middle  of  the  stream  with  an 
arrow  quivering  in  his  heart.  The  maiden  saw  the  arrow 
in  the  dying  panther's  side,  and  paused  to  see  from  where 
it  had  come.  In  an  instant  she  saw  a  figure  emerge  from 
a  cluster  of  vines  near  by,  painted  in  the  hideous  colors  of 
her  father's  haughtiest  enemy,  and  ag-ain  Palila's  cheek 
grew  pale  with  fear. 

"^Why  do  you  fear,  my  pretty  maid?"  asked  the  gal- 
lant young  stranger.  "  Think  you  I  would  take  the  life  I 
have  risked  my  own  to  save  ?  " 

Topasshe  gazed  into  the  maiden's  face  with  a  winning- 
smile  which  made  her  warm  blood  flow  in  sweet  blushes, 
and  with  his  g-entle  loving-  words   drove   away   all  trace  of 


4  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

Palila's  fear.  Soon  he  was  telling  her  of  his  home  far 
away  to  the  North,  among  the  rivers  and  lakes;  how  there 
were  to  be  found  all  kinds  of  game,  and  where  all  the  year 
the  neighboring  mountains  were  covered  with  snow.  He 
told  her  of  his  chieftain  sire  who  sat  in  his  wigwam,  and 
too,  how  he  had  chanced  to  wander  so  far  away  from 
home. 

One  day,  he  said,  while  out  hunting  he  saw,  not  far 
away,  something  which  looked  to  him  like  a  little  doe;  it 
stood  all  alone  upon  the  summit  of  a  lofty  mountain  crag; 
it  was  as  white  as  snow  and  did  not  seem  to  move  a 
muscle.  Silently  he  crept  up  the  mountain  side  and  fixed 
a  polished  arrow  in  his  bow  and  raised  it  to  his  eye  as  if 
to  shoot,  but  glancing  down  the  arrow  to  see  that  it  was 
rightly  aimed,  he  saw  the  little  creature  vanish  from  his 
sight.  Looking  around  he  saw  it  again,  but  this  time  it 
was  in  the  valley  below,  and  as  before  motionless,  gazing 
at  him.  He  hastened  down  the  mountain  only  to  see  it 
vanish  and  again  to  appear  on  another  crag.  This  time 
more  slowly  and  cautiously,  trying  to  conceal  himself 
behind  the  jutting  rocks,  he  made  his  way  up  the  moun- 
tain and  again  saw  it  vanish,  next  to  be  seen  on  a  distant 
plain.  Six  days  thus  he  followed  it,  lying  down  at  night 
to  rest,  and  rising  on  the  morning  with  the  sun,  eager  to 
renew  the  pursuit.  Strangely  enough  the  little  doe  was 
each  morning  to  be  seen  on  some  neighboring  cliff.  As 
some  poor  bird,  which,  under  the  charm. of  a  venomous 
snake,  flits  from  tree  to  tree  but  cannot  leave,  so  this  poor 
creature  would  save  itself  but  is  held  by  some  seeming 
charm  of  its  pursuer. 

On  the  eve  of  the  seventh  day,  after  having  travelled 
all  this  time  with  only  the  berries  by  the  way  for  food, 
Topasshe  was  almost  persuaded  to  give  up  the  chase  and 
return  to  his  father's  wigwam,  when  on  looking  up,  he 
saw  the  phantom  standing  on  a  mound  within  a  bow  shot's 
distance  still  gazing  pitifully  at  him.     With  bated  breath 


THE   MILT^APS    COLLEGIAN  5 

but  a  warriors  steady  hand  he  placed  a  select  arrow  in  his 
bow.  raised  it  to  his  eye  and  shot.  Even  with  the  twang 
of  the  bow  string,  there  arose  a  gentle  moan  from  the  place 
where  the  little  doe  had  been.  It  had  vanished.  Topasshe 
thought  he  recognized  the  sound  as  being  that  of  a  departed 
spirit  that  had  returned  to  this  earth  from  the  happy  hunt- 
ing ground,  and  he  thought  that  some  misfortune  would 
surely  overtake  him  for  having  pursued  this  spirit  with 
evil  intent.  He  threw  himself  upon  the  ground  and  prayed 
to  the  Great  Spirit  to  forgive  him  for  having  mistreated 
his  messenger. 

He  looked  around  and  realized  for  the  first  time  that 
he  had  wandered  far  into  the  enemy's  forests;  he  knew 
that  the  paint  on  his  face  would  be  recognized,  and  that  he 
must  conceal  himself  until  nightfall,  when  he  would  make 
his  way  out  of  the  forest  back  into  his  father's  country. 

He  told  Palila  how  each  night  he  had  concealed  him- 
self in  some  friendly  thicket,  and  how  that  morning  he 
sat  down  by  the  medicine  spring,  tired  from  his  long 
night's  journey,  and  how  when  daylight  came  he  hid  him- 
self in  the  cluster  of  vines  near  by. 

Before  the  youth  had  finished  his  story  the  moon  had 
climbed  up  in  the  tops  of  the  forest  trees  as  if  to  warn 
Topasshe  that  it  was  time  tor  him  to  go.  With  a  swelling 
heart  he  gently  pressed  the  blushing  Palila  to  his  bosom, 
then  bending  down  sealed  one  long,  sweet  farewell  kiss  on 
the  maiden's  upturned  lips,  and  as  with  a  single  bound 
vanished  into  the  forest  and  was  gone  before  Palila  could 
realize  what  had  happened,  or  indeed  that  she  was  now 
alone.  She  hastened  on  to  prepare  her  old  father's  meal, 
and  found  him  impatiently  sitting  by  his  fire  muttering  to 
himself,  and  wondering  what  had  caused  his  child  to  be  so 
thoughtless  of  his  care. 

A  change  came  over  the  chieftain's  child,  she  no  longer 
lightly  skipped  around  his  wigwam  singing  the  Indian 
dancing  songs  or  wandered  in  the  lone  forest's  shade;  no 


6  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

more  did  she  delight  to  shoot  the  red  bird  or  to  chase  the 
gre}'  squirrel  to  his  den;  but  a  pensive  light  shone  in  her 
eyes,  and  often  would  she  wander  back  to  the  dear  loved 
spot  where  first  her  heart  had  felt  the  sweet , magic  touch 
of  love. 

There  in  that  clear  little  spring  would  she  see  a 
picture  come  and  go;  again  she  saw  the  dying  panther 
with  an  arrow  in  his  heart;  again  she  saw  the  loved  one 
emerge  from  the  cluster  of  vines  near  by,  and  again  she 
felt  the  burning  kiss  upon  her  lips  and  saw  him  disappear 
only  to  realize  that  she  was  alone,  that  it  was  all  a  dream. 

Old  Gray  Hawk  saw  that  his  cherished  flower  was 
withering  and  attributed  it  to  her  close  confinement  along 
with  her  constant  care  over  him  in  his  feeble  old  age,  or 
more  likely,  that  she,  like  a  mateless  dove,  was  pining  for 
some  loved  one.  So  he  sent  his  trusted  messenger, 
Spotted  Deer,  to  White  Wolf,  saying  that  at  the  opening 
of  the  hickory  buds  he  migbt  come  and  take  his  daughter 
for  his  bride. 

Winter  came  and  passed,  and  with  the  passing  came 
the  Spring  which  warmed  into  life  every  flower  but  one, 
and  that  one  had  been  frozen  by  the  chill  of  a  broken 
heart,  and  was  to  be  warmed  into  life  by  one  fire  only,  and 
that  the  fire  of  Topasshe's  love. 

The  nuptial  eve  drew  near.  Pallia  sought  for  the  last 
time  the  dear  loved  spot  under  the  bluff;  never  again  could 
she  wander  down  to  the  medicine  spring  and  dream  of  her 
faraway  loved  one.  As  she  sat  there  for  the  last  time,  on 
the  bank  of  the  little  stream,  pouring  out  her  soul  in  hot, 
briny  tears,  she  heard  a  moving  of  the  fallen  leaves.  Could 
it  be  he?  Hope  siezed  her  only  to  be  cast  down  by  the 
sight  of  Orodore,  the  old  witch  of  the  woods.  Her  face 
was  hideously  painted  with  berry  stain,  and  in  her  hair 
was  wound  the  skin  of  a  rattle  snake,  and  on  her  face  she 
wore  marks  of  that  diabolical  nature  which  characterizes 
the  witch. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  7 

Palila  saw  her  and  began  to  flee.  "Ah  ha,"  shrieked 
the  beldam,  "the  chieftan's  daughter  scorns  old  Orodore, 
whose  body  is  bent  low  with  gfrief,  and  whose  forhead 
bears  many  a  trace  of  paiu.  May  that  proud  heart  be 
torn  with  grief;  may  devils  haunt  your  path  and  feast 
upon  your  soul  in  hell." 

Palila  gently  turned  upon  her  and  said  :  '•  Nay  do  not 
curse  the  chieftan's  daughter  whose  heart  is  already  torn 
with  grief." 

"What  hast  thou  to  do  with  grief,  whose  every  want 
has  been  supplied  from  childhood  up;  and  now  I  learn  you 
are  even  to  marrv  a  chief  tan. " 

"It  is  that,"  said  Palila,  "which  causes  me  my  grief 
and  pain." 

"Ah,  the  girl  loves  one  of  humbler  birth  and  scorns  to 
tell  her  sire  that  she,  his  only  child,  has  stooped  so  low  as 
to  bestow  her  love  on  one  of  low  degree." 

"The  witch  has  spoken  a  lie,"  Palila  said.  "I  know 
no  rank,  but  the  bad  and  the  good.  The  youth  I  love  is  a 
chieftain's  son,  but  a  hated  enemy  of  Gray  Hawk's  tribe — 
a  Chickasaw." 

"A  Chickasaw !"  the  beldam  cried,  "  how  dared  you 
meet  a  Chickasaw?"  A  hellish  fire  darted  into  her  eyes. 
Palila  would  have  fled,  but  old  Orodore  quickly  turned  her 
fiendish  smile  into  one  of  winning  grace.  "Poor child," 
she  said,  "  your  fate  may  well  cause  your  heart  to  bleed, 
but  would  you  not  once  more  see  the  face  of  him  you  so 
much  love?"  "I  would,"  Palila  fearfully  whispered. 
"Then,"  said  Orodore,  "take  this,"  and  she  took  from 
the  pouch  by  her  side  an  earthen  jar.  "  I  alone  know  the 
secret,''  she  said,  "how  to  prepare  this  fluid  from  the 
water  of  the  medicine  spring  Take  this,  and  at  midnight 
quietly  steal  from  your  father's  wigwam  and  go  to  the 
spring,  and  there  make  a  little  fire.  Close  by  you  will 
see  a  twig,  to  this  securely  tie  the  moccasin  on  your  left 
foot,  silently  make   six   circles  around   the  fire,  then  pour 


8  THE   MILLS  APS    COLLEGIAN 

the  liquid  from  this  jar  into  the  blaze  and  soon  you  will 
see  the  one  you  so  much  love." 

When  Palila  was  out  of  sight  the  satanic  fire  again 
gleamed  in  old  Orodore's  eyes.  "Ha,  ha  I"  she  said, 
"now  I  will  have  my  revenge ;  it  has  been  long  coming, 
but  it  will  be  the  sweeter  for  that.  Little  does  she  think 
that  the  old  hag  that  begs  from  door  to  door  is  none  other 
than  Tuscora. " 

At  midnight  Palila  gently  stole  from  her  father's 
wigwam  and  went  to  the  medicine  spring,  and  there  with 
some  dry  sticks  she  kindled  a  fire  from  the  coals  she  had 
brought  with  her ;  she  then  securely  tied  her  moccasins 
to  the  twig,  and  began  her  course  around  the  fire.  Six 
times  she  made  the  circuit,  and  at  the  end  of  the  sixth  she 
took  the  jar,  and  with  her  trembling  hands  poured  the 
mystic  liquid  into  the  blaze.  A  cloud  of  smoke  black  as 
midnight  rose  from  the  fire  and  wrapped  itself  around  her 
body  like  a  huge  snake  ;  there  came  a  little  puff  of  wind 
which  blew  the  smoke  from  around  her,  and  she  saw 
standing  near  by  the  image  of  Topasshe,  cold  and  impas- 
sionate,  gazing  at  her  with  a  look  of  scorn  and  disdain. 

Palila's  heart  overflowed  at  the  sight  of  him,  and  with 
aery  of  delight  she  sprang  to  his  arms,  but  ah  !  like  the 
little  doe,  he  could  never  be  reached.  As  she  advanced 
toward  him  he  would  mockingly  recede  and  appear  still 
further  off.  In  vain  she  pleaded  with  him  to  take  her  in 
his  arms  and  let  her  rest  her  fevered  brow  upon  his  war- 
rior's bosom,  but  Topasshe  remained  silent,  unmoved. 
Finally  she  gave  up  in  despair  and  sat  down  upon  the 
bank  of  the  stream  and  wept  aloud. 

In  the  meantime  old  Orodore  bad  hastened  to  Gray 
Hawk's  wigwam  and  with  piercing  screams  had  roused 
him  from  his  couch. 

"Who  dares  disturb  the  chieftain's  rest  ?"  he  said  in 
angry  tones. 

"No   matter  now;   make  ready  your  good  bow  and  go 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  9 

quickly  to  the  medicine  spring,  for  there  the  chieftain's 
daughter  has  met  her  Chickasaw  lover." 

Old  Gray  Hawk  took  down  his  bow  that  for  many- 
moons  had  remained  undisturbed,  quickly  strung  it, 
tied  his  quiver  by  his  side,  and  with  cat-like  tread  was 
soon  on  his  way  to  the  medicine  spring. 

By  the  flickering  gleam  of  the  fire  light  he  saw  two 
figures  near  each  other.  The  hated  Chickasaw  seemed 
on  his  knees  pleading  for  his  daughter's  love.  All  was 
still  and  silent  save  for  the  maiden's  gentle  sobs.  He 
quickly  drew  from  his  quiver  a  barbed  arrow  and  placed 
it  in  his  bow.  He  glanced  down  the  dart  to  make  sure  that 
it  was  aimed  at  the  stranger.  Cautiously  bending  his  bow 
and  again  making  sure  his  aim,  he  let  go  the  arrow,  when 
a  cry  rang  out  through  the  forest  which  pierced  the  old 
man's  heart  like  ten  thousand  arrows  He  had  made  too 
sure  his  aim,  the  arrow  was  rangling  in  Pallia's  heart.  He 
lifted  his  child  upon  his  arm,  pulled  the  arrow  from 
her  bosom  and  tried  in  vain  to  staunch  the  crimson  tide 
that  was  flowing  with  his  darling's  life  away. 

He  saw  that  all  hope  had  perished  and  overcome  with 
anguish  threw  himself  prostrate  upon  the  ground  at  Pa- 
lila's  side.  "Ha,  ha!"  came  a  shrill  voice  from  the 
forest,  "have  I  brought  you  down  at  last?  Do  you  re- 
member the  day  in  this  very  wood,  near  this  v^ery  spot, 
when  Tuscora  threw  herself  at  your  feet  and  pleaded  for 
your  love?  You  cast  her  aside  and  scorned  the  love  she 
gave  you,  and  married  her  sister,  Turtle  Dove.  On  your 
wedding  morn  Tuscora  went  into  the  forest  and  you  never 
heard  of  her  again  ;  you  thought  her  dead,  but  I  tell  you, 
Tuscora  stands  before  3'OU  now.  I  swore  revenge  and 
now  I  have  it.  You  thought  you  saw  a  hated  enemy 
stonding  near  your  child,  but  I  tell  you  it  was  only  a  phan- 
tom which  I  conjured  up  this  very  hour.  Ha,  ha,  have  I 
at  last  brought  you  down?     Ha,  ha,  ha  !" 


10  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 


Rudyard  Kipling-'s  "Kim"  was  published  simulta- 
neously, in  different  editions,  in  all  of  the  following-  coun- 
tries .  Eng-land,  the  Colonies,  United  States,  Canada, 
Germany,  France,  Denmark,  Norway  and  Sweden.  It  is 
said  to  be  a  little  disappointing-  to  most  of  its  readers  as, 
to  tell  the  truth,  is  characteristic  of  quite  a  g-reat  deal  of 
Kipling's  work. 

Miss  Bertha  Runkle's  novel,  "The  Helmet  of  Navarre, " 
has  suffered  the  fate  of  its  contemporaries  in  that  it  has 
been  dramatized.  The  work  was  done  by  Mr.  Lawrence 
Morston  ;  how  well  we  cannot  say. 

It  is  said  that  the  preparations  for  its  production  are 
moving  along  very  smoothly.  So  much  so  that  the  super- 
stitious are  beginning  to  fear  that  the  unusually  good  be- 
ginning is  indicative  of  a  bad  ending.  Whether  or  not 
they  are  justifiable  in  their  beliefs  remains  yet  to  be  seen. 

In  '•  Lazarre,"  Mrs.  Mary  Hartwell  Catherwood  has 
given  us  a  novel  of  unusual  power  and  interest.  It  is  not 
what  we  may  call  a  great  novel,  but  it  is  far  above  the 
average.  The  story  is  based  upon  a  tradition  rather  than 
any  historical  fact.  History  tells  us  that  the  French 
Dauphin,  Louis  XVII,  died  in  prison,  but  there  are 
grounds  for  believing  that  a  dead  peasant  boy  was  passed 
for  the  body  of  the  Dauphin  and  that  the  real  Dauphin  was 
secretly  carried  to  America.  Upon  this  tradition  for  a 
groundwork  Mrs.  Catherwood  has  constructed  her  "Lo- 
zarre."  How  the  Dauphin  found  who  he  himself  really 
was;  how  he  set  out  to  win  a  kingdom  for  love's  sake,  and 
for  love's  sake  renounced  it,  that  is  the  tale.  Mrs.  Cath- 
erwood's  manner  of  dealing  with  the  Indians  and  frontier 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  11 

life  reminds  one  strong^ly  of  Cooper,  while  her  gay  French 
court  with  its  lords  and  ladies  savors  of  Dumont. 

Upon  an  eminent  literary  man  becoming  our  president 
it  is  befitting  that  we  should  give  a  brief  sketch  of  literary 
work.  Mr.  Roosevelt  is  far  better  known  for  his  work  in 
this  field  than  any  of  his  twenty-four  predecessors.  The 
main  body  of  the  writings  of  our  presidents  heretofore 
have  been  in  the  form  of  legal  documents,  addresses, 
messages,  etc.,  all  of  which  possess  a  degree  of  literary 
merit,  but  Mr.  Roosevelt  is  the  first  to  persue  literary 
work  in  earnest  for  the  satisfaction  to  be  derived  there- 
from. It  is  not  likely  that  his  pen  will  be  as  productive  in 
the  future  as  it  has  been  in  the  past  from  the  fact  that  ex- 
ecutive business  will  occupy  the  greater  part  of  his  time, 
the  abatement  being  due  to  this  and  to  no  indisposition  on 
his  part.  His  past  work  has  been  remarkable  for  its  va- 
riety. His  political  works  include  "American  Ideals," 
"The  Strenuous  Life"  and  Essays  on  Practical  Politics." 
His  first  work  of  importance  was  "The  Naval  War  of 
1812."  His  later  works  are  mostly  thrilling  incidents  of 
personal  adventure  on  the  we>tern  ranches  and  elsewhere. 
Mr.  Roosevelt  takes  with  him  to  his  desk  that  same  per- 
sistent, untiring  energy  so  characteristic  of  all  his  public 
work.  It  is  really  remarkable  that  a  man  of  his  age  being 
aU  the  while  actively  engaged  in  various  pursuits,  should 
have  found  time  to  make  so  many  valuble  contributions  to 
our  literature.  Notable  among  his  works  are  his  two 
volumes  in  the  series  of  American  statesmen,  "The  Lives 
of  Thomas  Hart  Benton  and  Gouverneur  Morris."  His 
entire  works  have  been  brought  out  in  an  edition  de  luxe  as 
well  as  in  popular  form. 


12  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

The  Country  In  Autumn. 


When  the  gold  is  on  the  hick'ry, 

and  'the  russet's  on  the  oak; 
When  the  fields  are  white  with  cotton 
and  the  hills  are  blue  with  smoke; 
When  the  sassafras  is  crimson 

and  the   maples  are  aglow, 
Oh  the  country's  in  its  glory, 

and   it's  there  I'd  like  to  go  I 

When  the  chinquapins  and  chestnuts 

are  a-droppin'  in   the  brush; 
When  the  grapes  are  hanging  purple 

and  the  apples  are  ablush; 
When  the  "scalybarks"  fall  thumpin' 

on  the  grass  and   leaves  below; 
Oh  the  country's  in  its  glory, 

and  it's  there  I'd  like  to  go  ! 

When  the  golden  rod  is  flamin' 

and  the   crickets  keep  a  whir 
Like  the  rattlin'  of   the  filberts 

in  the  dry,  half-open  burr; 
When  the  bees  have  stored  their  treasures 

and  are  dronin'  soft  and  low, 
Oh  the  country's  in  its  glory, 

audit's  there  I'd  like  to  gol 

When  bob-white  is  in  the  cornfield 

with  his  plump  full-feathered  tribe, 
And  the  hungry  hawk  sits  frettin' 

at  the   saucy  jaybird's  gibe; 
When  the  woodpeck,  good  provider, 

makes  his  journey  to  and  fro, 
Oh   the   country's  in   its  glory, 

and  it's  there  I'd  like  to  2:0  1 


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When  the  corn  has  caught  the  color 

of  the  pumpkins  on  the  vine; 
When  the  possum  goes  a-roamin' 

for  the  luscious  muskadine; 
When  the  chatter  of  the  blackbirds 

greets  the  cawin'  of  the  crow, 
Oh  the  country's  in  its  glory, 

and  it's  there  I'd  like  to  go  I 

When  all  nature  goes  to  sportin' 

with  the  scarlet  and  the  gold; 
When  the  burning  heat  of  summer 

flies  before  the  autumn  cold; 
When  the  richest  harvests  ripen, 

and  the  choicest  flowers  blow; 
Oh  the  country's  in  its  glory, 

and  it's  there  I'd  like  to  go. 

—J.  R.  C,  '02. 


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:  Vol.  4  November,  1901 

1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1  m  n-^ 

Published  by  the  Students  of  AUllsaps  College. 


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The  conditional  appropriation  of  Congress,  and  the 
undertaking-  of  the  construction  of  a  deep-water  harbor  at 
Gulfport,  Miss.,  by  the  Gulf  and  Ship  Island  Railroad  Co., 
hos  made  that  city  the  center  of  considerable  interest,  and 
has  caused-much  speculation  as  to  the  probable  effect  of 
the  success  of  the  enterprise. 

Every  Mississippian  who  feels  concern  for  the  com- 
mercial future  of  his  conniionwealth,  is  deeply  and  vitally 
interested  in  the  success  of  the  proposed  Ship  Island  har- 
bor. It  is  a  commendable  ambition  that  Mississippi  shall 
holdsupremac}^  in  the  commercial possiblefutureofthegulf 
states;  and  it  isentireh'  possible  that  this  ambitious  dream 


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may  be  realized.  There  are  many  conditions  which  make 
the  harbor  desirable,  and  almost  necessary,  and  there 
are  many  favorable  indications  as  to  its  future.  The  dan- 
gerous condition  or  unfavorable  location  of  all  the  other 
Sfulf  ports  are  points  in  favor  of  the  Mississippi  harbor. 

The  leng-th  and  shallowness  of  the  Mobile  bay,  and 
the  sinuous  path  of  the  channel  which  has  been  dredged 
through  the  bay,  and  which  must  be  marked  by  floating 
buoys  make  shippmg  unsafe,  and  at  times  even  perilous. 
In  addition  to  this  there  is  a  continuous  deposit  brought 
down  by  the  rivers,  tending  to  fill  up  the  channel. 

New  Orleans  has  the  advantage  of  direct  communica- 
tion with  the  great  interior  region  of  the  United  States, 
but  the  divided  mouth  of  the  Mississippi  river  and  the 
continuous  deposit  of  sediment  make  the  passes  so  shal- 
low that  the  largest  vessels  do  not  enter  at  all,  and  others 
do  so  at  considerable  risk.  Beside  the  danger  there  is  the 
item  of  expense  incurred  in  contracting  and  repairing 
jetties,  dredging  etc.,  and  this  is  no  insignificant  con- 
sideration. 

Galveston  has  the  best  harbor  on  the  gulf  coast,  bu*^ 
it  is  not  centrally   located,  and  as  a  consequence  can  no 
keep    pace    with    an   equal    competitor    more     central!'' 
located. 

At  Gulfport  there  are  no  rivers  to  bring  down  sedi» 
ment  and  fill  up  the  channel  when  once  dredged.  It 
occupies,  not  only  the  central  position  of  the  Mississippi 
coast  line,  but  of  the  entire  gulf  coast  of  the  United  States 
as  well.  It  is  also  a  fact  worthy  of  mention  that  the  cur- 
rent between  Ship  and  Cat  Islands,  during  a  period  of  ten 
years,  cut  the  channel  a  considerable  distance  toward 
Gulfport,  and  this  natural  excavating  of  the  channel  caused 
the  Gulf  and  Ship  Island  Railroad  Co.  to  make  this  point 
the  terminus  of  their  road. 

The  channel  has  been  dredged  to  a  depth  of  nineteen 
feet,  and  in  the  near  future  a  depth  of  twenty-four   feet 


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will  be  secured.  Only  one  question  remains  to  be 
answered,  and  the  fate  of  the  harbor  will  be  known.  That 
question  is  as  to  the  geological  formation  at  the  bottom  of 
the  sound.  If  this  proves  to  be  the  original  clay  strata, 
and  not  a  sandy  deposit,  the  channel  will  be  a  success. 
When  time  proves  the  permanence  of  the  work,  the  con- 
ditional appropriation  will  be  paid  to  the  contractors,  and 
Mississippi  will  enter  upon  a  new  commercial  career. 


Not  a  little  is  being  thought  and  written,  at  this  time, 
upon  the  character,  the  underlying  principle,  and  the 
probable  effect  upon  the  after  life,  of  modern  college  pol- 
itics. Much  of  this  writing  and  thinking  is  based,  not 
upon  mere  speculation,  but  upon  actual  observation. 

This  phase  of  college  life  has  come  to  be  of  no  little 
importance.  The  politics  of  a  college  may  stop  with  a 
healthful  rivalry,  but  it  often  adds  to  the  complexity  of 
college  problems.  It  makes  authority  less  respected, 
and  discipline,  as  a  consequence,  less  effective;  and  it 
assails  the  harmony  of  all  elements. 

So  long  as  the  principle  which  gives  rise  to  politics  is 
pure  there  can  no  evil  result  from  it.  But  this  purity  of 
politics  can  be  maintained  no  longer  than  the  individual 
is  the  unit,  for  whenever  an  unvarying  organization  of 
men,  with  or  without  name,  becomes  the  unit  of  political 
influence  all  individuality  is  lost,  and  personal  qualities 
cease  to  appeal  to  us  in  such  a  way  as  to  be  the  determin- 
ing factor  in  shaping  our  conduct. 

Such  a  degradation  of  ideals  makes  college  politics  an 
evil  that  presents  problems  .for  serious  reflection.  The 
young  man  thus  tutored  goes  forth  to  the  performance  of 
his  duties  as  a  citizen,  and  the  ideals  formed  in  such  an 
unwholesome  atmosphere  restrict:his  freedom  of  thought 
and  action  throughout  life. 

Let  us  have  no  such  one-sided  development,  but  rather 


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let  US  develop  a  character  and  ideals  that  shall  be  symmet- 
rical and  stronsf. 


The  problem  of  Reconstruction  in  the  southern  states 
was,  perhaps,  the  most  vexatious  and  difficult  of  all  the 
problems  which  have  been  presented  to  our  government 
for  solution.  And  even  after  reconstruction  was  accom- 
plished there  were  many  knotty  questions,  and  among" 
others  this  one  :  Who  is  able  and  who  will  fairly  and 
impartially  record  the  events  of  this  period  of  sectional 
bitterness  and  political  chaos? 

For  a  long"  time  this  task  was  left  almost  entirely  to 
Northern  historians.  By  far  the  greater  number  of  those 
who  have  written  of  thisjperiod  were  unable,  on  account 
either  of  personal  bias  or  lack  of  necessary  information, 
to  do  this  work  acceptably.  But  Mississippi,  in  the  per- 
son of  Mr.  James  Wilford  Garner,  is  able,  after  so  long" 
a  time,  to  furnish  her  own  historian  for  this  period. 
Mr.  Garner  was  reared  in  Pike  county,  and  being  a 
young  man,  is  sufficiently  removed  from  the  tragic  drama 
of  Reconstruction  as  to  have  none  of  the  personal  bitter- 
ness of  those  who  were  parties  and  partisans,  in  feelings, 
if  not  in  actions,  on  one  side  or  the  other. 

The  book,  "Reconstruction  in  Mississippi,"  is  a 
scholarly  production.  It  deals  with  the  situation  with 
unusual  candor,  and  yet  is  remarkably  free  from  galling 
expressions.  » 

The  great  number  of  official  records  and  newspaper 
files  examined,  as  shown  by  the  numerous  citations,  is 
evidence  of  a  faithful  searching  for  truth.  We  hope  that 
this  work  may  meet  with  a  favorable  reception  every- 
where, and  especially  in  Mississippi. 


Out  door  sports  seem  to  come  and  go  with  the  season 
at  Millsaps.  Boxing,  fencing,  tennis,  baseball  and  foot- 
ball seem  to  bave  served  their  turn  and  gone,  and  in  their 


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stead  we  have  golf.  A  number  of  lovers  of  sport  in  the 
city  and  at  the  college  have  organized  a  golf  club,  with 
Judge  Edward  Mayes  for  president.  What  will  we  have 
next  year? 


Tatius — "The  most  learned  letters  in  the  alphabet 
are  the  "y's." 

Cladius — "Yes,  but  the  most  attractive  are  the  i's. " — 
Vox  Wesleyana. 


Professor — Derive  the  word  virgin. 
Bright  Student— Vir,  a  man,  gin,  a  trap,  virgin — a  man 
trap. — Ex. 


She  came,  she  saw,  she  conquered, 

But  I  was  not  her  foe, 
I  came,  1  saw,  was  conquered, 

And  now  I  am  her  beau. — Ex. 


Sunset  in  Aibermarle. 


The  yellow  moor,  the  purple  peaks. 

The  silvery  lake  below, 
The  cottage  with  its  wreath  of  smoke, 

All  bathed  in  afterglow. 

Deep  pity  for  the  weary  man 

Whom  worldly  cares  enfold. 
Who  has  no  eye  nor  ear  for  else 

Than  sight  or  sound  of  gold  ; 

Who  never  heard  the  clear  halloo 

Of  the  cowboy  to  his  care. 
Nor  listened  to  the  woodman's  strokes 

Ring  on  the  tingling  air  ; 

Who  never  drank  the  crystal  breeze, 

Nor  glowed  as  ruddy  health 
Leapt  from  his  heart  and  through  his  reins- 

What  does  he  know  of  wealth  ? 

[R.  F.  M.,  in  University  of  Virginia  Magazine. 


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The  University  of  Virginia  Magazine  is  a  bigh  class  col- 
lege monthly  which  affords  a  fine  field  for  literary  aspi- 
rants among-  the  university  students.  It  contains  a  care- 
ful review  of  "Four  Early  Essayists  of  England,"  "An 
Unrealistic  Romance,"  which  does  not  have  the  "usual 
ending,"  a  stirring  "Plea  for  Southern  Letters,"  a  well 
told  "Legend  of  Spook  Island.'^  Six  poems,  two  or  three 
stories,  the  departments,  and  a  choice  lot  of  -clippings 
make  up  a  number  well  worth  its  price  to  an  outsider,  to 
say  nothing  of  college  students.  We  are  not  Puritanic, 
but  couldn't  our  friends  dispense  with  the  saloon  adver- 
tisement and  still  get  out  quite  as  good  magazine?  We 
think  college  boys  have  temptations  enough  at  best. 


All  Mississippians  should  feel  proud  of  the  A.  and  M. 
College,  which  ranks  third  among  like  institutions  in  this 
country.  The  newly  opened  textile  department  is  the  best 
equipped  in  the  South,  and  is  turning  out  varieties  of 
goods  never  before  made  south  of  Mason  and  Dixon's  line. 
Samples  are  sent  out  in  the  current  issue  of  the  College 
Reflector.  They  are  of  excellent  quality  and  augur  well 
for  the  future  of  cotton  manfacturing  in  Mississippi. 


The  Emory  Phcenix  is  one  of  our  best  exchanges.  Evi- 
dently the  students  cooperate  with  the  staff  to  make  the 
magazine  a  success.  The  contributions  of  stories, 
sketches,  poems  and  reviews  are  of  the  same  high  stand- 
ard as  the  departments.  It  contains  more  poetry  than 
any  other  magazine  on  our  desk  and  much  of  it  shows 
good  taste  and  earnest  effort.  "Odds  and  Ends"  hardly 
upholds  the  standard  of  "Out  of  the  Ginger  Jar." 


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Why  do  so  many  exchang-e  editors  persist  in  sending 
out  each  month  a  long-  list  of  exchanges  and  acknowledge- 
ments? Sending  a  magazine  in  return  is  sufficient  ac- 
knowledgement and  also  a  sufficiently  clear  invitation  to 
exchange.  No  one  is  entertained  by  a  list  of  exchanges 
and  blank  space  would  look  better. 

The  winning  speech  of  our  Mr.  W.  L.  Duren  in  the 
Southern  contest  at  Monteagle  is  printed  in  full  in  the 
October  number  of  the  Trinitonian  of  Tehuacana,  Texas. 


Vox  Wesleyana  from  far  off  Manitoba  seems  never  to 
feel  the  chill  of  Canada  winters,  so  cheering  and  spicy  are 
its  editorials  and  sayings.  We  welcome  this  northern 
visitor  to  our  sunny  southland. 


Mississippi  spends  about  one-half  her  revenue  in  edu- 
cation and  puts  more  money  into  negro  educstion,  accord- 
ing to  wealth  and  population,  than  any  other  state  in  the 
union.  Yet  we  are  called  barbarians  and  haters  of  the 
negro. 


Armour  Institute,  which  had  six  hundred  girls  in  at- 
tendance last  year,  declares  against  coeducation  and  be- 
gins the  present  session  minus  the  fair  sex. 


It  is  said  to  be  cheaper  to  attend  a  college  having  an 
endowment  of  half  a  million  dollars  than  to  attend  one 
having  ten  millions. 


Emory  College  has  made  a  fad  of  "no  intercollegiate 
football"  since  1897.  But  she  now  does  the  proper  thing 
in  allowing  those  men  to  play  who  have  permission  from 
their  parents.  After  two  years  of  abstinence,  Centenary 
also  finds  it  wise  to  return  to  intercollegiate  athletics. 


The  five  men  who  rank  highest  among  the  cadets  at 
West  Point  are  all  from  the  South  and  two  of  them  are 
from  Mississippi.     Good  for  "Ole  Miss!" 


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There  are  laws  oppressive,  useless,  and  beneficent. 
We  mention  these  to  note  that  men  enter  upon  a  course  of 
ruin  by  first  breaking'  oppressive  laws,  then  useless  laws, 
and  finally  all  laws,  as  temptation  urges.  The  statute  books 
of  Mississippi  are  loaded  down  with  useless  laws  which 
may  be  broken  with  impunity  anywhere  and  in  the  pres- 
ence of  any  officer.  This  begets  indifference  or  even  hos- 
tility to  law,  and  ends  in  total  disregard  of  civil  authority. 
Ajsession  of  the  legislature  spent  in  repealing  laws  w^ould 
be  vastly  better  than  one  spent  in  lawmaking. 


Control  of  conduct  in  detail  is  incompatible  with  free- 
dom and  highly  developed  civilization.  Authority  must 
come  from  principle,  not  ex  cathedra.  Hatred  of  authority 
and  love  of  good  principles  are  alike  deep  rooted  in  the 
human  heart.  Let  those  who  would  control  appeal  to 
principle. 

A  multitude  of  college  rules  are  made  for  publication 
in  catalogues  and  announcement  on  public  occasions  to 
frighten  unsophisticated  youths.  No  penalty  for  their 
violation  is  attached  and  no  executive  attends  to  their  en- 
forcement. For  instance,  why  make  a  sweeping  law 
against  leaving  the  campus  within  certain  hours,  knowing 
that  every  man  will  go  at  his  pleasure. 


College  men  should  have  college  g-overnment — govern- 
ernment  by  principle,  and  pray  w^hat  principle  is  violated 
in  going  to  town  day  or  night  ? 


Theater-going  and  loafing  can  be  condemned  by  the 
faculty  without   recourse   to   positive    prohibition.     "But 


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the  boys  !"  Yes,  the  boys  should  be  in  a  separate  de- 
partment and  under  rules  suited  to  their  tender  years. 
Fortunately  Millsaps  College  now  has  ample  room  for  two 
separate  departments  and  it  is  to  be  hoped  that  those  in 
authority  will  see  this  "long-  felt  want"  is  supplied. 


Don't  judge  a  man  by  appearance.  A  homely  bee 
from  an  ugly  hive  in  the  back-yard  will  make  honey,  while 
a  beautiful  wasp  from  a  palace  will  sting. 


Solomon  said  "whoso  findeth  a  wife  findeth  a  good 
thing,"  and  straightway  took  for  himself  a  thousand  of  the 
aforesaid  help-meets.  Later  he  added  "vanity  of  vanities, 
all  is  vanity."     Even  a  good  thing  may  be  overdone. 


Strange  that  the  man  who  rides  a  pony  through  col- 
lege rarely  has  horse  sense. 


Found  on  a  Fly  Leaf  of  Bingham's  Book. 

I  have  eaten  the  sweets  stored  up  by  the  bee 
I  have  drunk  of  the  wine  from  far  over  the  sea, 
I  have  tasted  the  nectar  a  proud  monarch  sips, 
But  found  nothing  to  equal  my  darling's  own  lips. 


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Exams  !  Exams  !  They  are  making-  their  appear- 
ance already. 

Mr.  L.  M.  Gaddis  is  among-  us  again,  after  being-  sick 
for  two  weeks  with  slow  fever.  This  is  the  first  real  sick- 
ness among-  the  students,  thoug-h  we  get  awfully  sick 
sometimes  when  we  "went  to  the  show." 

Dr.  Moore  invited  the  whole  student  body  out  to  see 
the  stars  through  the  new  James  telescope.  Speaking  for 
the  students  I  can  truly  say  that  we  certainly  appreciate 
his  kindness,  and  also  the  trouble  he  has  gone  to  in 
explaining  to  us  what  we  saw. 

It  is  rumored  about  that  the  large  fertilizer  factory 
■was  built  near  the  college  for  the  especial  benefit  of  a  few 
of  the  student's  moustaches. 

A  baseball  game  was  played  between  the  Jackson  boys 
at  Millsaps  and  Mississippi  College.  It  sufficeth  it  to  say 
"they  cleaned  us  up." 

A  violent  explosion  occurred  in  the  chemical  laboratory 
which  was  heard  all  over  the  campus.  Mr.  F.  R.  Smith 
had  collected  a  large  quantity  of  hydrogen  in  a  gasometer 
preparatory  to  performing  an  experiment.  By  accident 
the  gas  was  lighted,  and  being  impure,  exploded  with  a 
tremendous  noise.  Mr.  Smith  and  his  deskmate  were 
knocked  down,  but  nothing  was  hurt,  if  we  except  a 
pocket  book. 

Mrs.  Howell,  our  librarian,  has  placed  in  the  library  a 
box  in  which  she  asks  the  students  to  contribute  for  the 
benefit  of  the  orphanage  at  Water  Valley.     This  collection 


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will  g-0  toward   their   Thanksg-iving-   day  "box".     All  the 
students  are  contributing-  liberally 

Mr.  I.  E.  Colts  has  been  home  for  three  weeks  on 
account  of  a  sprained  ankle. 

"Don't  be  backward  about  coming-  forward"  and  sub- 
subscribing  for  the  Collegian. 

Modern     Miss    Mu-ffett. 

I  went  down  one  night  to — see  Ida, 
A  beautiful  State  street  re — sider; 
And  as  she  sat  drinking  her — cider 
I  calmly  sat  down  be — side  her; 
Though  she  started  when  I — spied  her, 
She  wasn't   Miss  Muffet,  nor  I  the — spider. 

At  first  it  couldn't  be  accounted  for  that  "Tillie"  was 
so  afraid  of  water;  but  it  was  learned  the  other  day  that  he 
"knew"  a  girl  by  the  name  of  Miss  "Rivers";  this  fully 
accounts  for  it. 

Rev.  W.  M.  Mcintosh,  President  of  Grenada  College, 
delivered  an  excellent  sermon  to  the  students  in  the  col- 
lege chapel  recently.  The  chapel  was  well  filled,  and  all 
were  deeply  impressed  with  the  touching  little  incident  of 
his  own  life.  It  is  hoped  that  we  may  have  him  with  us 
again  soon. 

The  Jackson  golf  club  has  extended  to  the  students 
of  Millsaps  an  invitation  to  join  them  in  their  sport.  The 
students  sincerely  appreciate  this  invitation,  and  many 
have  already  joined.  The  links  are  just  above  the  campus 
and  of  course  will  be  very  convenient  for  the  students. 

The  Y.  M.  C.  A.  has  now  reached  a  n  enrollment  of 
ninety  members,  six  having  joined  last  Friday  night. 
This  is  the  largest  roll  they  have  ever  had. 

It  is  rumored  that  we  will  have  two  new  professors  in 
the  faculty  soon.     We  are  certainly  gratified  to  hear  this, 


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as  we  have  been  in  need  of  them  for  a  long'  time,  seniors 
having  filled  their  would  be  places  up  to  this  time. 

Mr.  B.  Z,  Welch  has   gone  home    on   account  of   sick- 
ness.    Vv^hen  last  heard  from  he  was  recovering. 

The  trustees  of  the  college  will  meet  soon  to  finish  the 
business  transactions  for  the  purchase  of  Jackson  College. 

In  the  Literary  Societies*  officers  have  been  elected 
for  both  the  anniversary  and  comraencementioccasions.  In 
the  Galloway  the  following  were  elected  :  J.  R.  Countiss 
anniversarian;  F.  E.  Gunter,  first  orator;  C.  M.  Simpson, 
first  debater;  A.  A.  Hearst,  second  debater.  In  the  Lamar 
the  fo  lowing  were  elected  :  A.  J.  McLaurin  and  C.  D. 
Potter,  debaters;  Allen  Thompson  and  O.  Yv.  Bradley, 
anniversarian  and  orator  respectively. 

The  Freshman   and  Sophomore   classes  have  elected 
their  officers  for  the  coming-  year;  they  are: 
For  the  Freshman  : 

President — W.  D.  Hughes. 

Vice  President — E.  G.  Williamson. 

Secretary — M.  S.  Pittman. 

Treasurer — W.  W.  Graves. 

Historian — S.  R.  Flowers. 

Poet— J.  W.  Booth. 
For  the  Sophomore  : 

President — AV.  C.  Bowman. 

Vice  President — S   M.  Graham. 

Secretary — L.  P.  Vfasson. 

Treasurer— T    M.  Bradley. 

Historian — J.  S.  Purcell. 

Athletic  Manager — H.  A.  Wood. 

Patronize  the  firms  who  have  advertised  with  us;  they 
are  the  best  in  the  city. 

Mr.  J.  T.  Leggett  and  Miss  Josie  Featherstone  were 
united  in  marriage  at  the  Methodist  parsonage  in  Hazel- 


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THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 


hurst,  Miss.,  on  Monday,  November  11.  The  marriag-e 
was  to  have  taken  place  in  Jackson,  but  Mr.  Leg-gett  was 
taken  quite  sick  a  few  days  before  the  appointed  time  and 
was  consequently  unable  to  travel.  Neither  of  the  couple 
wished  to  postpone  the  marriage  and  the  bride,  also  wish- 
ing to  be  with  him  during  his  illness,  went  to  Hazelhurst  in 
company  with  her  mother,  where  they  were  married  in 
the  presence  of  a  few  friends.  Miss  Featherstone  has 
lived  for  a  number  of  years  in  Jackson,  and  during-  that 
time  has  won  the  admiration  of  her  many  friends.  She  is 
of  one  of  the  oldest  and  best  known  families  m  the  South. 
Mr.  Leggett  is  at  present  pastor  of  the  Methodist  church 
in  Hazelhurst  and  has  an  enviable  standing-  in  the  Missis- 
sippi conference,  of  which  he  is  a  member.  The  Colle- 
gian extends  to  them  congratulations  and  best  wishes  for 
a  life  filled  with  unalloyed  happiness. 

At  a  meeting-  of  the  Senior  class  the  following-  mem- 
bers were  elected  officers  :  J.  R.  Countiss,  president ;  C. 
M.  Simpson,  vice-president ;  A.  L.  Fairley,  secretary  and 
treasurer  :  Pope  Jordan,  historian  ;  G.  M.  Galloway,  poet; 
W.  L.  Duren,  orator.  A  class  pin  was  also  adopted.  After 
a  short  discussion  it  was  decided  to  follow  the  example  set 
by  the  best  known  universities  and  colleges  in  the  country 
by  wearing  at  commencement  the  Oxford  cap  and  gown. 


Ti, 


MILLS APS  GQLLESB 


JACKSON,  MISS. 

IDEAL  LOCATION,  combining-  all  the  advantag-es  of  the 
city  with  the  healthful  conditions  and  immunities  of  the  country. 
Convenient  to  electric  car  line. 


Literary  and  Law  Departments  Otfer  Special  Advantages. 

KOK    CATALOGUK    ADDRESS. 

W.    B.    MURBAH,  President. 


I  MiLLSARS     OOLLEGIAN  t 

•¥  t 

%  Vol.  4  JACKSON,  MISS,,  DECEMBER,  1901  No.  3    | 

For  the  Honor  of  His  Country. 


By  Win.  L.   Di/re?i. 

In  the  southwestern  portion  of  Carroll  count}^  Mis- 
sissippi, inApril,  eig'hteen  hundred  and  ninety-eight,  there 
lived  a  widovv',   Mrs.  Simms.  and   her  son,  Donald  Simms. 

At  the  death  of  Mr.  Simms,  Donald  and  his  mother 
were  not  wealthy  in  any  sense,  but  they  had  enough  to 
make  life  comfortable  and  easy.  They  had  a  good  coun- 
try home,  the  house  was  a  cozy  little  cottage  situated  on 
the  eastern  side  of  a  gentle  slope.  A  large  lawn  was  just 
in  front,  and  the  3'ard  was  filled  with  flowers  of  almost 
every  variety. 

Donald  had  always  been  a  manly  little  fellow ;  he  was 
disposed  to  be  courageous  and  just  in  all  things,  and  his 
unselfish  devotion  to  his  friends  made  him  liked  at  school 
and  everywhere  else  ;  but  what  might  be  regarded  as  the 
most  remarkable  of  his  manly  traits  was  his  regard  for 
his  parents.  His  father  died  when  he  was  but  twelve 
years  old,  but  notwithstanding  his  youth  he  seemed  to  ap- 
preciate the  gravity  of  the  situation,  and  to  understand 
that  he  looked  upon  life  from  a  different  viewpoint  from 
that  which  he  had  occupied  while  his  father  lived. 

So  in  assuming  the  new  position,  and  the  greater  re- 
sponsibility, Donald  displayed  the  same  manly  spirit  and 
courage  that  had  distinguished  him  before.  The  morn- 
ing after  the  burial  of  his  father  he  was  up  early  and  out 
about  the  place  seeing  to  the  countless  little  things  that 


2  THE   >nLLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

must  be  done,  and  as  he  returned  to  the  house  for  break- 
fast he  met  his  mother  in  the  doorway.  Tears  stood  in  her 
eyes,  and  it  was  plain  that  her  heart  was  breaking-  with 
grief.  Donald  was  not  one  of  those  boys  whose  heart  is 
unresponsive,  but  the  moment  he  saw  the  marks  of  sor- 
row upon  his  mother's  face  his  own  heart  intuitively  re- 
sponded. He  threw  his  arms  about  her  neck  and  kissed 
her. 

"Mother,"  he  said,  "you  are  sad  and  your  heart  is  full 
of  sorrow  because  father  is  dead.  I  know  that  I  can't 
cure  that;  but  you  are  uneasy  and  anxious  about  what 
will  become  of  us  and  all  that  we  have.  I  will  take  care  of 
you,  and  I  love  you  now  for  myself  and  father,  too." 

Mrs.  Simms  was  unable  to  speak  for  some  time,  but 
at  length  she  regained  her  composure,  and  pressing  her 
boy  to  her  bosom  she  said  : 

"Donald,  how  noble  and  good  you  are.  I  know  that 
you  love  me,  and  that  3^ou  will  do  all  that  you  can  to  keep 
things  going.  You  are  the  only  one  that  I  have  to  love 
now,  and  you  are  more  to  me  than  you  know  ;  but  it  seems 
that  life  must  be  so  dark  and  dreary  without  the  hand  that 
has  ministered  to  our  wants  for  these  twelve  years." 

"But,  mother,"  said  Donald,  "everything  will  be  all 
right  after  awhile ;  so  let  us  look  at  the  good  side  and  try 
to  forget  that  there  may  be  another  side." 

"May  it  be  so,  my  darling,"  said  Mrs.  Simms,  "and  I 
will  try  to  see  life  from  5^our  place  and  make  the  best  of 
the  conditions  that  exist." 

*  :'fi  ;•;  *  *  *  *; 

Six  years  had  gone  by  since  the  morning  Donald 
promised  to  care  for  his  mother,  and  the  home  was  still 
the  same  little  cottage  and  the  flowers  were  still  there. 
He  had  kept  everything  in  perfect  repair. 

Donald  was  just  entering  his  nineteenth  year,  when 
the  long  struggle  of  the  Cubans  with  the  Spanish  govern- 
ment had  so  enlisted  the  sympathies  of  the  people  of  the 


THE    3IILLSAPS    C0LL1^:GIAN  6 

United  States  that  the  President  interfered  for  peace  and 
humanity.  From  the  beginning-  Donald  had  been  a  great 
admirer  of  the  Cuban  patriot,  and  was  much  interested  in 
the  outcome  of  the  war.  When  he  read  of  the  cruel  and 
barbarious  treatment  of  the  insurgent  prisoners  by  the 
Spanish  it  filled  him  with  indignation  and  planted  in  him 
the  desire  to  go  to  and  aid  the  insurgents. 

At  last  when  the  Spanish  blew  up  the  Maine  and  the 
United  States  declared  war  against  Spain,  Donald  could  be 
restrained  no  longer.  His  mother  pleaded  with  him,  and 
reminded  him  that  he  was  her  only  comfort,  and  her  only 
dependence  for  a  support,  and  that  there  were  others  who 
could  and  would  go  to  fight  in  the  war,  and  whose  services 
were  not  so  necessary  to  the  comfort  and  even  to  the  exis- 
tence of  others.  To  all  her  pleadings  he  responded  very 
kindly,  but  with  an  air  of  unchangeable  resolution.  He 
would  reply  to  every  argument  :  "The  honor  of  wj' country 
is  at  stake  and  /must  fight." 

Mrs.  Simms  did  not  consent,  but  when  she  saw  that 
resistance  was  useless,  she  silently  submitted.  Donald 
made  provision  for  his  mother  during  his  absence.  He 
protested  that  he  wou'd  soon  be  back  to  the  old  home 
again,  he  kissed  her  good-b^^e,  and  soon  was  on  his  waj^  to 
the  front  with  the  regular  army.  -'^  *  ^^  *  * 
At  El  Caney  and  San  Juan  Hill  Donald  fought  as  bravely 
as  ever  a  soldier  fought,  and  when  the  fighting  was  over 
he  was  unharmed  b}^  an  enemy's  bnllet.  He  wrote  his 
mother  a  long  letter  in  which  he  told  her  of  the  battles, 
and  how  the  honor  of  the  country  had  been  defended,  and 
that  which  was  dearest,  indeed  sacred  to  her,  that  he 
expected  to  be  at  home  in  a  short  while. 

Not  long  afterward  Donald  was  stricken  with  fever. 
It  seemed  for  some  time  that  he  would  recover,  but  at  the 
end  of  the  third  vv^eek  he  grew  suddenly  worse  and  died 
soon  afterward.  The  last  words  that  he  said  were: 
"Mother,    it    is   all    for  the   honor   of  my    country."     His 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 


comrades  wrote  the  sorrowful  news  to  his  poor  mother. 
Her  heart  was  broken  and  she  died  about  six  months  later; 
and  as  she  passed  from  this  world  of  sorrows  and  disap- 
pointments to  that  home  of  eternal  joy,  she  murmured: 
"He  died  tor  the  honor  of  his  country." 


The  Coward. 

A  coward  he,  but  knew  it  not.     And  why? 

Afraid  of  life,  afraid  of  death,  he  lived 

And  feared.     Uncertain   one,  too  certain  this. 

The  duties  placed  on  him  in  mortal's  life 

By  far  too  grievous  were,  thus  did  he  think, 

And  idly  stands  he  by,  nor  ever  durst 

Attempt  to  stem  the  tide  adverse  and  swift 

That  beats  ag-ainst  the  passive  man  of  clay. 

He  feared  to  fail  and  face  th'  unfeeling-  jeers, 

The  condemnation  dire,  relentless  sure; 

Th'  unfav'ring-  critic's  word  he  feared,  and  more — 

For  e'en  a  friend-'s  reproof  of  love  and  faith 

This  weakling's  soul  appalled  and  sore  depressed. 

But,  that  to  live  to  suffer  is,  he  could 

Not  see.     That  difficulties  must  be  foug-ht, 

And  ever  battled  with,  if  e'r  o'ercome, 

A  harsh  decree  of  harsher  fate  to  him 

Did  seem.     He  cried  that  ag-ed  cry  of  yore, 

"The  Fates  to  me  unkind  have  been."     Not  so; 

For  'twas  a  weakling-'s  mind,  a  weakling- 's  soul, 

That  bore  thee   down.     Curse  not  "th'  unfeeling  Fates  " 

For  crimes  that  are  in  truth  thine  own. 

—R.  K.  M.  in  Randolph  Macon  Monthly. 


THE   IVULLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

ROBERT  MORRIS. 


As  we  scan  the  pag-es  of  history  we  are  g-reatly  im- 
pressed by  the  many  ways  by  which  people  have  lent  a 
helping  hand  to  the  making  of  our  proud  nation.  Some  have 
indelibly  written  their  names  in  the  heartsof  the  American 
people  by  chivalrous  deeds  in  war — such  are  Washing-ton, 
Grant,  Lee  and  many  others.  Some  have  made  them- 
selves illustrious  in  affairs  of  statecraft — such  are  Jeffer- 
son, Webster  and  Hamilton.  Still  others  have  nobly 
served  their  country  in  a  more  humble  way.  But  there  is 
no  one  who  took  part  in  the  formation  of  our  nation  who 
better  deserves  the  grateful  remembrance  of  his  coun- 
trymen than  Robert  Morris,  a  rich  banker  of  Philadel- 
phia, who,  perhaps  in  the  darkest  and  most  critical  period 
of  the  formation  of  the  Union,  pledged  his  fortune  for  his 
country's  cause. 

■  .'  Robert  Morris  was  born  in  Liverpool  and  came  to 
Philadelphia  when  he  was  very  young.  By  his  diligence 
and  activity  he  became  the  first  millionaire  of  the  United 
States.  At  the  beginning  of  the  Revolutionary  war,  the 
firm  of  which  he  was  a  member  was  one  of  the  largest  and 
most  prosperous  merchantile  establishments  in  Phila- 
delphia. 

Personally  Mr.  Morris  was  in  great  sympathy  with 
England,  for  his  interests  required  friendly  relations  with 
that  country;  yet,  when  England  began  to  infringe  upon 
the  rights  of  the  colonies  he  openly  opposed  such  meas- 
ures as  the  Stamp  Act  and  the  Non-Impotation  Act,  though 
contrary  to  his  own  interests.  He  signed  the  Declaration 
of  Independence  and  he  served  his  country  well  in  the 
Continental  Congress  from  1775-8.  Pie  was  a  member  of 
the  convention  which  framed  the  Constitution,  and  also  a 
member  of  the  first  Senate.  When  the  new  government 
was  organized  he  was  offered  the  post  of  secretary  of  the 
treasury,  but  declined  and  recommended  Alexander  Ham- 
ilton. 


6  THE   MILI^APS    COLLEGIAN 

In  1781,  when  the  colonies  were  almost  in  a  state  of 
anarchy  and  were  without  credit,  and  several  colonies  had 
recalled  their  representation  from  Congress  and  organized 
troops  for  the  defense  of  their  rights  against  sister  colo- 
nies, Robert  Morris  organized  the  Bank  of  North 
America  and  thus  saved  the  country  by  establishing  its 
credit.  But  in  no  period  of  his  life  does  he  more  deserve 
the  sincere  admiration  of  all  true  Americans  than  when  he 
supplied  Greene  with  munitions  of  war  for  his  campaign 
of  1781,  which  ended  in  such  brilliant  success  that  Corn- 
wallis  declared,  "Another  victory  like  this  and  I  am  un- 
done." Again  in  the  same  year  he  raised  one  million,  four 
hundred  thousand  dollars  to  assist  Washington  in  his  cam- 
paign, which  resulted  in  the  capture  of  Yorktown. 

The  last  few  years  of  Mr.  Morris'  life  were  not 
crowned  with  success  and  happiness  as  such  a  noble  life 
deserves,  for  he  failed  in  business  and  by  the  established 
law  was  confined  in  prison  for  four  years.  The  American 
people  can  have  no  greater  cause  for  shame  than  that  this 
humble  benefactor  of  the  nation  was  permitted  to  spend 
the  last  years  of  his  life  within  the  cell  of  a  Philadelphia 
prison.  F.  E.  Gunter,  '03. 


Author  of   Backwoods  Poems. 

}3y  jr.  A.  IViIIiams,  '02. 
Mississippi  has  few  literary  personages  about  whom 
one  may  write  without  taking  on  himself  the  task  of  an 
apologist.  Indeed,  so  little  literary  work  of  merit  has 
been  produced  in  the  state,  that  we  are  accustomed  to 
make  the  all  too  broad  assertion  that  there  is  no  Missis- 
sippi hterature.  This  statement  we  propose  to  excuse  on 
the  grounds  of  ignorance,  so  little  investigation  having 
been  made  along  this  line  that  what  has  been  produced  is 
not  generally  known.  It  is  due  to  this,  and  not  to  a  lack  of 
merit  that  wc  arc  said  to  have  no  literature. 


THE   BOLLSAPS    COLLEGIAX  7 

We  do  not  claim  a  Longfellow  or  an  Edgar  Allan 
Poe,  neither  a  Hawthorne  nor  a  Cooper,  but  a  number  of 
both  poets  and  writers  of  fiction  may  be  mentioned  who 
deserve  a  lasting,  tho  humble  place  in  American  literary 
history. 

The  subject  of  this   short  sketch   is  one  of   those  too 
little  known  and  recognized  poets,  who  was  contented 
••To  tend  the  homely  sliglited  Sheplierd's  trade. 
And  strictly  meditate  the  thankless  muse." 

Few  facts  are  known  concerning  the  poet's  life,  and 
they  may  be  briefly  stated  as  follows  : 

S.  Newton  Berryhill  was  born  October  22,  1832,  near 
the  little  town  of  Lodi,  in  what  is  now  Webster  County, 
Miss.  A  short,  tho  excellent  biography  of  his  earlv  life 
is  found  in  the  preface  of  his  little  volume  of  poems  : 

"While  I  was  yet  an  infant  my  father,  with  his  family, 
settled  down  in  a  wilderness  where  I  grew  up  with  the 
population,  rarely  ever  going  out  of  the  neighborhood  for 
forty  years.  Save  what  I  learned  from  books  and  news- 
papers and  from  those  into  whose  societ}-  I  was  thrown, 
The  little  world  in  which  I  lived 
Was  all  the  world  I  knew." 

The  old  log  meeting  house  described  in  one  of  his 
earlier  poems  was  his  Alma  Mater,  the  green  woods  his 
campus.  Notwithstanding  his  inauspicious  surroundings 
he  acquired  quite  a  wonderful  store  of  knowledge,  becom- 
ing fairly  proficient  m  Latin,  Greek  and  French.  He 
taught  the  neighborhood  school  for  many  years,  during 
which  time  he  wrote  the  great  majorit}-  of  his  poems. 

The  surroundings  of  his  earl}-  childhood  have  served 
to  give  a  distinct  color  to  all  his  work.  While  chasing  the 
hare  over  the  piney  hills  his  eye  did  not  fail  to  mark  the 
wonderful  symmetr}^  of  nature,  nor  his  heart  to  be  thrilled 
by  the  song  of  the  mocking  bird  as  he  poured  forth  his 
melody  in  indiscriminate  strains. 

Sweet  also  to  his  ear  was  the   voice  of  his  hounds  as 


8  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

they  trailed  throug-h  the  dense  huckleberry  undergrowth. 
These  are  the  things  which  fashioned  his  nature  and  gave 
us  the  man  to  interpret  them  for  those  who  cannot  see 
and  feel  for  themselves.  Ungrateful  we  will  surely  be  if 
we  do  not  give  to  him  the  honor  and  praise  which  is 
his  due. 

About  1875  he  moved  to  Columbus,  Miss.,  and  took 
charge  of  the  Columbus  De?nocrat,  and  it  was  in  this  paper 
that  many  of  his  poems  were  published  for  the  first  time. 
During  his  stay  in  Columbus  he  was  elected  county  treas- 
urer, which  office  he  filled  acceptably  for  two  years.  In 
1880  he  returned  to  Webster  county,  where  he  died  Dec. 
8,  1887. 

Among  his  other  excellent  qualities  he  was  a  devout 
Christian  man,  going  to  his  church  as  often  as  possible, 
where  a  few  loving  friends  would  lift  him  in  his  chair  up 
the  flight  of  steps  and  roll  him  down  the  aisle  to  a  position, 
near  the  pulpit.  A  volume  of  his  works  was  published  in 
1878  entitled  ''Backwoods  Poems. "  Only  one  edition  of 
these  poems  was  ever  brought  out,  and  copies  of  that  are 
now  rare,  the  writer  possessing  the  only  one  he  has  ever 
seen. 

The  first  thing  that  strikes  one  about  his  poems  is 
the  wonderful  variety  of  versification.  This  will  doubtless 
seem  strange  when  we  consider  his  meager  educational 
advantages.  These  poems  also  serve  to  throw  light  on 
the  character  of  the  man.  He  had  a  keen  appreciation  of 
wit,  as  will  be  readily  seen  from  his  poem  entitled  "A 
Sketch."  For  lack  of  space  we  cannot  give  any  of  his  poems. 
Many  of  them  are  on  subjects  relative  to  the  South  during 
the  Civil  war,  of  whose  he  was  an  ardent  supporter.  His 
love  lyrics,  too,  form  a  large  and  important  part  of  his 
work. 

His  work  is  not  volumuious,  but  is  of  good  quality. 
For  the  closing  stanza  of  his  last  poem  he  writes  : 


THE   aHLLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  9 

My  canvas  is  not  full;  a  vacant  space 
Remains  untouched.     To  fill  it  were  not  meet. 

I'll  leave  it  so — like  all  tliat  bears  a  trace 
Of  mean  earth — unfinished,  incomplete. 

The  writer  will  be  recompensed  a  thousand  times  if, 
by  this  short,  unpretentious  sketch,  some  may  be  caused 
to  take  an  interest  in  this  poet's  work. 


A  Family  Row. 


With  Apologies  to  Hinds  and  Noble. 

On  the  many-peaked  Olympus 

Zeus  and   Hera  had  a  rumpus  ; 

For  the  silver-footed  Thetis 

Made  great  Hera  mad  as  hades 

By  seizing  fast  on  Zeus'  knees,  sir, 

Than  which  what  could  more  displease  her? 

Then  fair  Hera  thus  addressed  him. 

As  with  ang-ry  words  she  pressed  him  : 

"Tell  me  v.^hy  so  oft  you  grieve  me — 

And  this  time  you  can't  deceive  me, 

For  before  you  came  up  hither 

I  beheld  you  sporting  with  her — 

Tell  me  why  you  go  away,  sir. 

And  with  other  women  play,  sir? 

AVhy  o'er  all  the  world  you  roam,  sir, 

And  leave  your  lawful  wife  at  home,  sir? 

And  your  secrets — why  conceal  them 

When  to  me  you  should  reveal  them?" 

Then  great  Zeus  in  voice  of  thunder: 
"Hera,  mine,  you  greatly  blunder. 
Since  in  your  excess  of  lung,  ma'am, 
I  do  not  escape  your  tongue,  ma'am; 
What  is  fitting  you  shall  hear  it, 
As  your  woman's  mind  can  bear  it. 
When  I  choose  to  speak  apart,  though. 


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Do  not  let  it  vex  your  heart  so. 

Lest  you,  by  an}- vain  objection 

Alienate  my  heart's  affection  ; 

For  I  shall  take  upon  my  knees,  ma'am. 

All  the  faircheeked  maids  I  please,  ma'am  ! 

Now  listen  well  as  I  correct  you, 

And  sit  you  dov/n  as  I  direct  you, 

Else  all  the  gods  upon  this  hill,  ma'am, 

Shall  not  protect  you  from  my  will  ma'am." 

Then  ox-eyed  Hera  sweetly  bending 

Gave  this  Grecian  quarrel  ending. 

—J.  R.  C„  '02. 


Sunset. 


They  sat  in  the  days  when  the  heart  was  3-oung 
On  the  bench  by  the  cottage  old, 

And  v/atched  the  sun  as  it  sank  to  rest. 
Cast  its  shadows  of  red  and  gold. 

They  listed  to  the  song  of  a  happy  pan- 
That  sang  from  a  tree  by  the  moor; 

And  fleet-footed  Time  sped  swiftly  on 
As  they  sat  by  the  cottage  door. 

But  summers  have  come,  5^ea,  and  summers  have  gone, 

And  white  winters  with  frosted  brow. 
The  hearts  once  young  now  too  have  grown  old, 

And  the  birds  fled  ;  but  even  now^ 
They  hear  in  their  heart  e'en  the  same  sweet  song 

Of  true  love  that  never  should  end; 
And  happy  they  v/atch  from  the  old,  old  bench 

The  sun  of  their  life  descend. 

P.  Bernard  Hill,  '02,  in  Hampden-Sidney  Mag. 


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EDITORIALS 

As  the  time  for  the  opening"  of  Congress  approached, 
the  eyes  of  the  whole  country  were  turned  upon  one 
man — the  President.  Even  the  humblest  citizen  was 
anxious  to  know  what  would  be  the  nature  of  a  message 
to  Congress  from  one  so  "strenuoush'"  eccentric.  In 
the  light  of  the  past,  we  feel  that  this  solicitude  was  not 
without  foundation,  for  just  what  phase  of  the  man  would 
be  manifested  in  this  deliverance  to  the  nation's  lawmak- 
ers was  a  matter  of  great  uncertainty. 

At  last  the  message  has  been  delivered,  and  we  feel 
that  to  every  man  who  is  willing  to  forget  all  prejudice — 
personal,  sectional  and  political — this  message  must  pow- 


12  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

erfully  appeal  for  its  strength,  its  comprehensiveness  and 
its  independent  thought.  The  President  pauses,  as  it 
were,  to  recite  the  conditions  by  which  he  was  elevated  to 
the  position  of  chief  executive  of  the  nation,  and  to  pay 
loving  tribute  to  his  lamented  and  unfortunate  pred- 
ecessor; and  then,  as  if  roused  by  duty's  imperative  call, 
he  gracefully  turns  to  meet  the  stern  realities  of  the 
hour. 

The  President  discusses  separately  and  at  length 
the  problems  which  confront  the  American  people.  His 
remarks  upon  the  subject  of  anarchy  are  pointed  and 
clear.  He  does  not  debate  the  question  as  to  the  origin 
of  anarchy,  nor  of  what  "conditions"  the  anarchist  is  the 
logical  "product,"  but  labels  him  and  proceeds  at  once  to 
prescribe  a  remedy  to  rid  the  country  of  these  "'malefac- 
tors" invoking  "the  great  and  holy  names  of  liberty  and 
freedom." 

The  part  of  the  message  devoted  to  national  pros- 
perity is  wrought  out  upon  sound  economic  principles. 
The  President  says  in  substance,  that  national  prosperity 
does  not  come  of  legislative  enactments,  but  that  "the 
personal  equation  is  the  most  important  factor." 

The  recommendations  with  reference  to  insular  pos- 
sessions are,  we  think,  liberal  and  consistent,  but  that 
part  of  the  message  which,  in  our  judgment,  deserves 
most  commendation  is  the  part  devoted  to  civil  service 
reform.  We  believe  with  the  President  that,  where  of&ces 
without  political  significance  are  to  be  filled  by  appoint- 
ment, merit  alone  should  form  the  basis  of  appointment, 
and  that  this  should  especially  be  the  case  with  reference 
to  appointments  made  in  the  Philippines.  We  heartily 
commend  the  message  for  its  frankness,  its  conservative 
tone,  its  vigorous  style  and  its  mature  thought. 


The  proposition  to  give  the  Federal  courts  jurisdic- 
tion over   any    man   making   an    attempt,    successful     or 


THE   RnLLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  13 

unsuccessful,  upon  the  life  of  the  President,  or  of  those 
in  line  of  succession  to  the  presidency  does  not  seem  to 
us  to  be  a  wise  sugg-estion.  We  do  not  think  that  the 
country  can  be  too  strong  in  its  condemnation  of  anarchy, 
but  while  this  is  true  there  are  other  things  to  be  con- 
sidered beside  the  mere  punishment  of  a  criminal. 

Leaving-  out  all  consideration  of  the  theoretical  in- 
vasion of  the  rights  of  the  state,  let  us  look  at  the  ques- 
tion from  a  national  point  of  view — as  an  expedient  na- 
tional policy. 

When  we  think  of  the  crime  of  the  anarchist  as  a 
crime  committed  against  the  peace  and  dignity  of  the 
whole  nation,  it  does,  indeed,  seem  that  the  offended 
party  should  deal  with  the  criminal;  but  when  we  remem- 
ber that  to  hedge  these  of&cials  about  with  special  forms 
might  cause  a  jealous  reaction  in  the  minds  of  the  people 
and  thus  add  to  the  malicious  frenzy  of  the  anarchist,  w^e 
are  brought  face  to  face  wath  question  of  expediency  in 
its  full  force. 

In  a  Democracy  like  ours  equality  before  the  law  is 
essential  to  abiding  peace  and  harmony,  and  the  granting- 
to  the  general  g-overnment  of  powers  of  the  nature  con- 
templated m  this  proposition  will  always  be  regarded  as  a 
step  toward  the  creation  of  an  engine  of  oppression.  The 
content  of  the  American  citizen  today  is  largely  due  to  the 
fact  that,  as  a  citizen,  he  is  the  peer  of  the  highest  official 
in  the  land.  The  humblest  citizen  feels  a  personal  inter- 
est in  the  president  because  be  reg-ards  him  in  his  official 
capacity,  as  his  own  creation,  and  as  his  creature  not 
above  him  in  the  regard  of  the  law.  Whatever  legal  en- 
actments are  thrown  about  the  President  will  in  some 
measure  separate  him  from  the  ordinary  citizen,  and 
whatever  powers  are  granted  to  courts  directly  or  indi- 
rectly under  his  influence  will  cause  jealous  suspicions, 
the  foundations  of  which  were  laid  by  those  who  suffered 
because  of  the  power  held  by  tyranical  princes. 


14  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

The  national  g-overnment  may  legislate  against  the 
coming  of  the  anarchist,  and  even  against  his  seditious  ut- 
terances, but  so  long  as  the  State  courts  are  efficient,  we 
believe  that  the  anarchist  should  be  answerable  to  them 
for  his  attempt  upon  tbe  life  of  these  officials  the  same  as 
for  an  attempt  upon  the  life  of  the  humblest  citizen  in  the 
land. 

Among  the  things  to  which  a  young  man  needs  to  give 
special  consideration  in  college  none  is  more  important 
than  his  scholarship.  This  fact,  however,  is  often  neg- 
lected and  there  should  be  some  means  for  giving  it  greater 
emphasis,  as  well  as  making  due  acknowledgement  of  the 
efforts  of  young  men  who  distinguish  themselves  in  this 
respect.  Other  things  less  important  receive  special 
recognition,  and  it  is  right  that  scholarship  should  receive 
recognition,  too.  Oratory  and  debating  are  given  promi- 
nence and  excellence  in  each  is  distinguished  by  a  befitting 
badge,  but  the  man  who  has  neither  the  gift  of  eloquent 
speech  nor  marked  debating  capacity  has  nothing  to  com- 
mend him  to  the  world.  He  may  have  been  a  faithful 
student  and  his  class  record  the  very  best,  while  the 
scholarship  of  the  man  distinguished  for  debating  or  ora- 
tory may  be  inferior,  still  he  cannot  take  precedence  be- 
cause he  has  nothing  by  which  the  fact  may  be  known 
While  we  do  not  believe  in  judgement  based  upon  sym- 
bols, we  do  believe  in  justice  and  the  claims  of  merit,  and 
that  this  disparity  should  be  adjusted. 

Professor  Young  suggests  the  organization  of  a  Greek 
letter  society  similar  to  Phi  Beta  Kappa  Society  of  Har- 
vard University,  and  that  the  requirement  for  membership 
be  an  average  grade  of  85  per  cent,  on  the  whole  cour^-e  to 
and  including  the  first  term  of  the  senior  year.  He  recom- 
mends further  that  members  be  distinguished  by  some 
simple  badge,  which  should  be  conferred  with  appropriate 
ceremonies  on  some  public  occasion. 

We  heartily  endorse  the  suggestion  and  hope  to  see 
the  organization  of  the  society  nccomplished,  for  we  be 
lieve  that  it  will  improve  the  scholarship  of  all  the  students- 


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LITERARY    REVIEW. 

Another  new  book  has  made  its  appearance  in  which 
all  Southerners  should  be  interested.  This  is '' Mistress 
Joy, "  a  story  of  the  eighteenth  century,  having:  a  histori- 
cal flavor,  Aaron  Burr  being'  one  of  its  characters.  The 
scene  is  laid  in  Mississippi  and  New  Orleans.  The  au- 
thors, Mrs.  Annie  Booth  McKinne}^  and  Miss  Grace 
MacGowan,  are  both  Tennessee  women,  prominent  in  lit- 
erary circles  in  that  State.  We  should  be  interested  in 
the  work  of  these  ladies  because  it  is  worthy  of  our  con- 
sideration and  because  the  scarcity  of  literary  endeavor  in 
the  South  is  due  to  nothing  more  than  the  lack  of  support 
given  work  of  this  kind. 

This  brings  to  mind  the  subject  of  Southern  litera- 
ture, and  the  cause  of  this  literary  lethargy.  What  field 
was  ever  more  frequent  with  legend  and  love  worthy  the 
pen  of  any  genius  than  our  own  State  of  Mississippi? 
Why  has  not  some  poet  immortalized  the  story  of  the  Pas- 
cagoulas  as  Longfellow  has  Hiawatha?  There  is  poetry 
even  in  the  name.  Then  there,  too,  is  the  story  of  the 
Natchez  Indians,  and  how  many  romances  could  be  woven 
out  of  the  traditions  of  the  old  French  settlers  !  It  can 
never  be  said  that  our  country  is  lacking  in  material.  Then 
why  this  lack  of  workers  ?  There  is  but  one  answer.  It 
is  due  to  the  lack  of  support  on  the  part  of  the  public.  The 
idea  seems  to  be  prevalent  that  we  must  worship  genius 
at  a  distance.  Do  you  suppose  that  a  modern  monthly 
magazine  of  a  high  class  could  find  support  in  the  South? 
If  not,  why  not?  Enough  magazines  are  bought  and  read, 
but  we  would  buy  those  from  the  Northeast  in  preference 
to  our  own.  When  we  get  out  of  this  way  we  may  expect 
the  development  of  a  Southern  literature  worthy  our  land, 
and  not  until  then. 


16  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

Ernest  Seton  Thompsou's  "Lives  of  the  Hunted" 
will  be  enthusiastically  received  by  his  many  admiring" 
readers.  It  may  be  expected  to  take  its  place  side  by  side 
v^ith  his  "Wild  Animals  I  Have  Known"  in  popular  ap- 
proval. These  stories  dedicated  to  the  preservation  of 
our  wild  creatures  give  life  and  activity  and  often  hardly 
less  than  a  distinct  personality  to  the  grizzly,  the  mount- 
ain ram,  the  coyote  and  the  stag.  Mr.  Thompson  has 
had  many  imitators,  but  his  stories  possess  a  charm  which 
no  others  have,  which  cannot  be  successfully  imitated. 
One  of  the  most  charming  of  all  his  stories  is  his  "Trail 
of  the  Sand  Hill  Stag,"  in  which  he  tells  of  the  long  chase 
of  a  huge  buck  by  a  hunter  boy.  Day  after  day  in  winter 
Yan  follows  the  deer  over  the  thick-wooded  hills  and  val- 
leys through  the  snow  and  ice  and  at  last  meets  his  beauti- 
ful hunted  creature  only  to  have  his  better  soul  rise  up 
within  him  and  forbid  that  he  shoot.  "  We  have  long  stood 
as  foes, "  he  said,  "hunter  and  hunted,  but  now  that  is 
changed  and  we  stand  face  to  face,  fellow  creatures,  look- 
ing in  each  other's  eyes,  not  knowing  each  other's  speech, 
but  knowing  motives  and  feelings.  We  are  brothers,  oh 
bounding  Blacktail,  only  I  am  the  elder,  and  if  only  my 
strength  could  always  be  at  hand  to  save  you,  you  would 
never  come  to  harm.  Go  now,  without  fear  to  range  the 
piney  hills.     (Chas.  Scribner's  Sons,  New  ^ork.) 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  17 


Last  month  we  took  occasion  to  speak  of  some  colleg-e 
rules  not  altogether  to  our  liking-.  Perhaps,  after  all,  they 
are  but  "a  school  master"  to  lead  us  to  better  things,  and 
verily  some  among  us  need  to  be  led  to  a  higher  concep- 
tion of  the  duties  of  a  college  man.  The  man  who  blun- 
ders into  his  room  at  three  o'clock  in  the  morning  is 
blundering  at  a  good  many  other  things  and  is  likely  to 
make  a  bungling  make-believe  at  manhood.  No  decent 
student  has  business  out  at  that  hour,  and  our  men  should 
join  the  faculty  in  enforcing  any  rule  that  will  drive  vicious 
students  (?)  away. 

No  man  may  claim  the  right  to  do  as  he  pleases  and 
associate  with  other  folk.  When  a  boy  comes  to  college 
he  is  bound  by  every  tie  that  can  appeal  to  a  gentleman  to 
uphold  the  honor  of  the  college.  Looseness  of  manners  or 
morals  is  not  only  a  reflection  on  him  personally,  but  on 
his  home,  his  college,  his  fraternity,  his  literary  society, 
or  whatever  else  he  may  be  connected  with.  So  far  is  this 
true  that  to  register  at  some  colleges  is  almost  equivalent 
to  parting  company  with  one's  good  name,  so  odious  have 
they  become  on  account  of  the  evil  conduct  of  their 
students.  Shall  Mi//saj)s  he  oi  this  type?  Her  students 
alone  have  power  to  say,  and  we  feel  that  they  will  speak, 
as  they  have  spoken,  in  no  uncertain  tones. 

The  man  who  is  guilty  of  ungentlemanly  conduct 
must  be  made  uncomfortable  here.  He  is  a  menace  to  the 
good  name  of  us  all.  Let  him  feel  the  rebuke  of  indigna- 
tion and  the  spur  of  encouragemrnt  to  better  things.  Our 
A/wa  Mater  is  young,  and  we  are  her  character  builders. 
Let  us,  as  students,  labor  diligently  to  give  her  the  highest 
possible  standing  for  moral  influence  and  scholarship.  In 
so  doing  we  shall  add  stars  to  our  own  crowns. 


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THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAn 


Some  students  mig-ht  much  improve  their  grades  if 
they  would  spend  as  much  time  in  honest  review  of  their 
studies  as  they  spend  in  trying-  to  "spot"  the  professors. 
When  they  miss  the  spot  they  lose  heavily,  and  when  they 
hit  on  the  right  thing  they  gain  no  real  knowledge. 

Besides  this  course  leads  to  dishonesty  on  exam- 
inations, for  when  one  has  persuaded  himself  that  a 
certain  question  will  be  proposed  on  examination  there  is 
immediate  temptation  to  prepare  notes  for  its  answer. 
And  the  man  who  uses  notes  lies  when  he  signs  the  pledge, 
steals  what  honors  he  gets  from  his  honest  competitors 
and  defrauds  the  college  out  of  a  diploma.  Moreover,  he 
g-oes  out  into  the  world  a  contemptible  weakling,  creating- 
everywhere  he  g-oes  the  impression  that  the  coUeg-e  from 
which  he  hails  does  shoddy  work  and  that  all  of  its  grad- 
uates are  shams. 

The  students  of  all  the  best  colleges  are  organized 
against  such  fraud  and  we  hope  to  see  Millsaps  College 
students  speedily  united  for  the  same  purpose,  that 
temptation  may  be  removed  from  the  weak  and  honors 
withheld  from  the  unworthy.  We  are  assured  of  hearty 
cooperation  on  the  part  of  the  faculty  in  stamping  out  in 
its  incipiency  what  will  otherwise  grow  to  a  shameful  evil. 
What  shall  we  do? 


MULLSAPS   COLLEGIAN.  19 


Randolph  Macon  Monthly  for  November  has  a  well 
written  article  on  "Our  Nation's  Strength."  "Sketches," 
or  brief  stories  of  incidents  and  adventures,  might  well  be 
imitated  by  other  college  magazines,  as  this  field  seems  to 
be  neglected.  There  are  other  features  of  merit  in  this 
issue.  The  muses  are  making  commendable  efforts  at 
Randolph  Macon.     Let  them  be  encouraged. 


Buff  and  Blue  presents  a  neat  appearance,  and  is  ever 
welcome  for  its  choice  contents.  We  enjoyed  "The 
Burro,"  "Nonsense"  and  "When  Autumn  Comes." 


The  debate  published  in  Blue  and  Gold  as  to  whether 
the  United  States  will  become  an  empire  within  twenty- 
five  years  seems  to  be  a  useless  waste  of  printers'  ink. 
The  Magazine,  as  a  whole,  is  creditable  to  the  institution 
it  represents. 


Give  credit  for  your  clippings,  brother  editors.  When 
we  find  a  good  thing  we  want  to  know  where  it  comes 
from.  Last  month  one  of  our  exchanges  copied  two 
articles  from  the  Collegian  and  gave  us  credit  -for  neither, 
even  forgetting  to  attach  to  one  the  customary  "Ex."  On 
account  of  this  lack  of  courtesy  we  are  sometimes  quoted 
by  those  magazines  that  fail  to  recognize  our  existence  by 
exchanging  with  us. 


If  all  the  young  "doctors"  who  are  now  suggesting 
remedies  to  Uncle  Sam  come  to  be  "state  physicians,"  he 
will  have  to  take  some  bad  medicine.  Let  us  hope  that  his 
diseases  are  not  so  numerous  as  the  proposed  remedies. 
"Is  it  Well  with  'the  tRepublic,"  a  prize  oration  in  the 
Emory  and  Henry  Era,  points  out  in  a   striking  way   some 


20  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 

real  dangers  to  our  Nation.  The  same  magazine  contains 
some  excellent  poems,  and  a  suggestive  article  on  the  de- 
pendent nature  of  George  Eliot.  "A  Strange  Escape"  is 
well  conceived. 


Emory  College  is  to  have  a  Science  hall  to  cost  $30,000. 
Of  this  amount  $20,000.  has  been  subscribed.  Emory  has 
a  great  history,  and,  judging  by  the  quality  of  her  maga- 
zine, the  present  student  body  will  do  their  part  to  uphold 
her  honor  and  dignity  in  the  years  to  come. 


By  a  recent  experiment  it  has  been  found  that  potas- 
sium iodide  unites  with  sulphur  (under  pressure)  with 
the  following  action : 

K  I  -(-  2  S=K  I S  S. 

Care  should  be  taken  ^to  perform  the  experiment  in 
the  dark,  as  some  of  the  material  is  explosive,  and  the 
reaction  is  very  violent. — Ex. 


The  Distorted  Mirror. 


I  stood  before  the  glass  of  Jealousy, 

And  in  that  troubled  mirror  saw  the  world, 

Turned  upside  down  and  topsy  turvy  whirled. 

Constancy  was  a  fickle  steam  run  dry; 

My  dearest  friendship  but  a  pretty  lie. 

I  was  myself  the  only  steadfast  friend 

On  earth;  all  generousness  was  at  an  end, 

Of  all  alive  generous  alone  was  I. 

Dry-eyed  and  powerless,  silent  there  I  stood 
And  drantv  with  eager  lips  the  poison  draught, 
Torturing  myself,  and  revelling  in  the  pain; 
Glorying  to  feel  along  each  burning  vein 
Gall  flowing  fast  where  once  had  flowed  my  blood; 
Then  at  myself  and  the  sick  world  I  laughed. 

L.  P.  C.  in  Union,  Va.,  Magazine. 


MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN.  21 


The   1901   Girl. 


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She  sports  a  witching  g-own, 
With  the  ruffles  all  around, 

On  her  skirt. 
She  throws  a  graceful  kiss, 
And  that  wink  we'd  hate  to  miss; 

She's  a  flirt. 

She  can  eat  more  chocolate  creams 
Than  were  ever  in  her  dreams, 

In  a  day; 
And  of  oysters  and  such  stuff 
She  can  never  get  enough — 

When  we  pay. 

She  has  as  trim  a  waist 
As  an  arm  has  ever  graced, 

At  a  ball ; 
But  she  makes  us  think  we're  "it," 
When  she  hardly  cares  one  bit, 
If  at  all. 

So  the  rest  look  on  near  by. 
And  begin  to  wonder  why 

All  the  beaux 
Fly  right  down  at  her  feet, 
Like  the  bees  around  a  sweet 

Little  rose. 

C.  A.  A.,  1903. 


Mr.  Harvey  Mounger,  one  of  our  old  students,  stopped 
over  on  the  campus  on  his  way  to  Natchez. 

Mr.  Graham,  a  former  student  and  guard  on  the  foot- 
ball team  of  Millsaps,  died  in  Jackson  of  typhoid  fever. 


22  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 

The  Galloway  Society  has  elected  Mr.  R.  A.  Meek,  of 
"West  Point,  to  deliver  the  address  at  their  anniversary 
occasion. 

The  noisest  man  in  the  faculty  is  Much-in-Fuss  ; 
the  professor  who  never  gets  enough  of  "Math"  is  Dr. 
Moore  ;  the  most  nervous  man  of  the  faculty  is  Ricketts; 
the  youngest,  of  course,  is  Mr.  Young,  and  the  highest  in 
the  faculty,  as  well  as  at  church  is  (the)  Bishop;  and  the 
most  'profane  building  anywhere  near  us  is  (a)  "Swear- 
ing-Gin." 

Mr.  W.  T.  Clark,  alumni  of  1900,  spent  several  days 
on  the  campus  with  clubmates. 

The  tennis  courts  have  been  put  in  order  and  the 
students  are  taking  a  great  deal  of  interest  in  this  popular 
game. 

What  is  the  difference  between  Dr.  Murrah  and  an 
engineer?  One  trains  minds  and  the  other  minds  trains. 
Eh! 

An  agent,  representing  Newman  &  Co.,  was  on  the 
campus  with  his  "frat"  jewelry  the  other  day. 

Friday  night  the  Lamar  Society  will  give  a  public 
meeting  to  their  friends.  This  is  one  of  the  most  enjoy- 
able nights  of  the  society  year  and  is  looked  forwarded  to 
with  much  pleasure.  The  Galloway  Society  will  also  hold 
its  public  meeting  on  January  10th. 

Dr.  Murrah  and  a  few  of  the  ministerial  students 
have  been  absent  from  the  campus  for  a  few  days  attend- 
ing the  North  Mississippi  Conference. 

Mr.  H.  M.  Mcllhany,  the  traveling  secretary  of  the  Y. 
M.  C.  A.,  was  on  the  campus  for  a  day  in  the  interests  of 
this  society.  He  conducted  the  chapel  exercises  that 
morning  and  held  a  special  service  at  6:30  p.  m. 


MELLSAPS    COLLEGIAN.  23 

The  Senior  class  this  year  has  adopted  the  Oxford 
cap  and  gown  and  also  a  beautiful  class  pin.  This  is  the 
first  class  in  the  college  which  has  taken  this  step. 

The  second  quarter  officers  of  the  Lamar  Society  are 
as  follows:  D.  C.  Enochs,  president;  H.  A.  Wood,  vice- 
president;  Luther  Manship,  recording-  secretary;  G.  R. 
Nobles,  critic;  Allen  Cameron,  chaplain;  Pitman,  censor; 
Sullivan,  doorkeeper ;  L.  Q.  C.  Williams,   monthly  orator. 

On  the  night  of  December  3,  Thompson  and  Potter, 
two  of  our  seniors,  presented  to  us  at  the  Century  The- 
ater Mr.  Edwin  L.  Barker  in  "David  Copperfield."  All 
the  students  had  permission  to  attend.  These  two  gen- 
tlemen extended  to  the  students  of  the  Blind  Institute  free 
admittance  to  the  lecture. 

We  are  all  looking  forward  to  the  ten  days  holiday  for 
Christmas  with  much  pleasure.  Nearly  all  the  students 
will  go  home. 

The  Jackson  football  team  which  defeated  Meridian 
on  Thanksgiving  Day  undoubtedly  owes  its  success  to  the 
playing  of  the  Millsaps  team  last  year.  They  are  Messrs. 
Nail,  Smith,  Shields,  Hyer,  Thompson  and  H.  F.  Aby, 
who  coached  our  last  year's  team. 

A  boxing  and  wrestling  club  and  also  a  glee  club  are 
under  discussion,  and  it  is  sincerely  hoped  that  the 
students  as  well  as  the  faculty  can  see  fit  to  let  this  good 
"work"  go  on. 

"Resolved,  That  the  formation  of  another  strono- 
political  party  in  the  South  would  promote  the  interests  of 
the  South,"  will  be  the  subject  for  debate  on  the  occasion 
of  the  commencement  debate  between  the  societies. 
Messrs.  McLaurin  and  Potter,  of  the  Lamar,  have  the 
negative,  while  Messrs.  Hurst  and  Simpson  wull  speak  on 
the  affirmative  for  the  Gallow^ay. 


24  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 

Mrs.  C.  B.  Galloway  entertained  in  her  usual  delig-ht- 
f  ul  manner  the  Alpha  Upselon  Chapter  of  Kappa  Sigma 
on  the  evening-  of  Thanksgiving-  day.  For  the  past  five 
or  six  years  Mrs.  Galloway  has  entertained  this  fraternity 
on  Thanksgiving  Day,  but  last  Thanksgiving-  was  the  first 
time  that  the  girls  have  enjoyed  her  hospitality.  It  is 
needless  to  say  that  all  present  enjoyed  it  to  the  fullest 
extent,  and  those  who  were  so  fortunate  as  to  be  present 
expressed  it  as  the  most  enjoyable  affair  of  the  season. 


Lamar  Literary  Society  Notes. 


The  Lamar,  ever  progressive,  has  ag-ain  taken  a  page 
in  the  Collegian  wherein  shall  be  contained,  in  the  future, 
condensed  notes  of  such  of  her  meeting-s  during-  each 
month  as  shall  seem  to  her  to  be  of  interest  to  both  her 
alumni  and  friends. 

The  First  Quarter  has  g-one  and  the  members  have 
now  settled  down  to  work  in  earnest,  each  vieing-  with  the 
other  to  obtain  for  himself  in  ag-reater  deg-ree,  of  whatever 
benefit  there  is  in  debate. 

November  15  the  Society  met,  the  President,  A.  J. 
McLaurin,  in  the  chair. 

After  a  splendid  declamation  by  L.  F.  Barrier,  the 
question  "Resolved,  That  the  Steel  Strike  of  1901  was 
Unjust  "was  debated  by  Messrs  C.  N.  Hall,  E.  L.  Field 
and  H.  L.  Clark,  affirmative,  and  Messrs.  M.  L.  Culley, 
C.  D.  Potter  and  L.  R.  Featherstone,  neg-ative.  The 
affirmative  won. 

December  6th  the  Society  met,  the  President  in  the 
chair.  The  President,  D.  C.  Enochs,  was  then  installed 
and  took  the  chair.  The  other  officers  were  then  in- 
stalled. 


MIIXSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 


25 


After  a  good  declamation  by  J.  A.  Alexander  the 
question,  "Resolved,  That  Party  Allegiance  is  preferable 
to  Independent  Action  in  Politics  "  was  debated,  affirma- 
tively, by  Messrs.  P.  M.  Hooper,  J.  W.  Frost  and  H.  L. 
Austin;  negatively,  by  Messrs.  O.  C.  Luper  and  L.  Q.  C. 
Williams,  the  affirmative  winning. 

December  13th  the  Society  met  with  the  president  at 
the  chair.  This  was  the  night  of  our  public  debate,  in 
which  we  expected  Belhaven,  but  owing  to  the  enclem- 
ency  of  the  weather  very  few  visitors  were  present.  Mr. 
L.  R.  Featherstone  delivered  the  oration,  Mr.  L.  Man- 
ship  gave  a  declamation,  and  the  question,  "Resolved, 
That  the  world  owes  more  to  navigation  than  railroads," 
was  hotly  debated.  The  affirmative  was  upheld  by  Messrs. 
O.  W.  Bradley,  J.  B.  Howell  and  M.  S.  Pittman,  and  the 
negative  by  Messrs.  H.  A.  Wood  and  H.  V.  Watkins. 
The  committee  gave  the  question  to  the  affirmative. 

D.  C.  Enochs,  President. 
L.  R.  Feathebstone.  Cor.  Sec 'v. 


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|:    Vol.  4  JACKSON,  MISS,,  JANUARY,  1902  No. 4     A 

The   Right  of  Way.* 


A  little  while  back  a  good  deal  was  said  about  the 
great  American  novel.  The  irrepressible  reviewer,  tired 
of  waiting-  for  its  appearance,  impatient  to  foist  his  ideas, 
adapted  to  this  novel,  whence  it  might  come  or  what  it 
might  be, 'Upon  a  gossippy,  dilettante  public, -was  before- 
hand with  his  appreciations  and  reservations.  So  it  has 
happened  that  we  already  know  what  this  novel  will  be, 
hovs^  it  will  present  to  us  the  many  phases  of  this  varying 
life  we  are  spending.  The  Critic  and  The  Bookman  have 
marked  out  a  plain  path  so  that  he  who  runs  may  read, 
and  he  who  reads,  though  a  wayfarer,  need  not  err. 
Still,  the  novel  hasn't  come,  and  less  is  said  about  it  now 
than  formerly.  After  all,  we  know  that  the  great  novel 
will  not  come  with  observation;  for  the  great  achievements 
in  literature  have  never  been  made  to  order.  Who  knew 
the  numberless,  tangled  influences,  who  understood  the 
full,  potent  spirit  that  evoked  a  Hamlet  from  Shakespeare? 
"Who,  in  the  riotous  days  of  the  Restoration,  knew  that 
Puritan  isolation  and  the  calm  fortitude  of  old  age  were 
ripening  the  greatest  epic  of  our  literature?  The  great 
novel  will  not  come  for  the  looking — nor  for  the'  needing. 

But  we  do  need  a  great  novel.  We  should  appreciate  a 
great  novelist;  one  who  can  be  as  conscientiously  real  as 
Horvells  and  yet  be  lifted  by  a  stronger  idealism  out  of  the 
paltry  nothings  of  convention;  one  who  has  the  warmth 
and  color  of  style  and  the  stern  regard   for  consequences 

*  The  Eight  of  Way.     By  Gilbert  Parker.     Harper  &  Brothers,  1901. 


4  THE   RULLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

that  Thomas  Hardy  has,  without  his  blasphemous  pessi- 
mism; one  who  will  love  humanity  and  appreciate  the  ele- 
mental emotions  as  Craddock  does,  but  who  will  deal 
with  the  actual  world  in  which  thinking  and  reading-  peo- 
ple live;  one  who  will  have  the  elegant  diction  and  rythmic 
beauty  of  James  Lane  Allen  under  the  direction  of  a  dra- 
matic imagination  that  Allen  hasn't.  We  need  a  great 
novel  now  because  a  novel  dealing  with  current  life  will 
represent  with  greater  effect  than  any  other  form  of  writ- 
ten expression  its  complex  conditions  and  phases. 

The  novel  that  has  attracted  more  attention  than  any 
of  recent  publication  is  Mr.  Gilbert  Parker's  The  Right  of 
Way.  It  is,  I  think,  more  serious  in  intent  than  any  of  the 
late  novels.  It  is  a  psychological  novel;  it  deals  with  a  very 
profound  psychical  question,  the  question  of  moral  re- 
generation. There  are  thrilling  incidents  in  the  book,  as 
the  attack  on  Charley  Steele  in  the  saloon  when  he  is 
thrown  into  the  river,  or  the  sleep  walking  of  Kathleen 
toward  the  precipitous  bluff,  or  the  final  tragedy  in  which 
the  hero  is  shot;  but  incidents  throughout  are  subordinate 
to  the  main  motive,  the  moral  revolution  in  Charley  Steele's 
character. 

The  scene  is  laid  in  Montreal  and  in  the  Canadian 
French  village  of  Chaudiere.  The  story  is  involved 
almost  completely  in  the  innerlife  and  outward  experiences 
of  the  hero,  Charley  Steele.  He  is,  at  the  opening,  a  bril- 
liant, dissipated  young  lawyer,  unfeeling,  cynical,  and  self- 
ish, succeeding  where  he  succeeds  by  his  sharp  intellect 
and  his  recklessness.  He  enrages  some  river  men  in  a 
saloon  until  they  attack  him,  beat  him  into  insensibility, 
and  throw  him  into  the  river.  From  this  time,  he  is  dead 
to  the  people  of  Montreal.  But  in  the  nick  of  time  a 
retributive  fate  brings  along  Jo  Portugais,  z-cotircu?-  aes  bois 
whom  Steele  had  cleared  from  the  charge  of  murder  six 
years  before.  Jo  rescues  Steele  and  carries  him  in  his 
boat  miles  below  to  his  cabin  outside  the  villasfe  of  Chau- 


THE    MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  O 

diere.  Steele  wakes  from  insensibilit}^  to  a  cataleptic 
state  111  which  all  memory  is  lost;  for  months  he  remains 
so,  as  simple,  temperate,  and  contented  as  a  child.  A  sur- 
geon from  France,  a  brother  of  the  Cure,  is  brought  to 
see  him;  he  performs  an  operation  and  restores  his  mental 
health. 

On  the  very  evening  after  Steele  regains  his  memory, 
he  is  brought  to  realize  the  time  that  has  elapsed  since  he 
was  in  Montreal  when,  by  chance,  he  reads  in  a  paper  that 
his  wife  has  married  agam.  There  had  never  been  any 
love  between  her  and  Steele;  she  had  always  loved  the  man 
she  had  just  married;  Steele  had  felt  nothing  more  than 
prideinher.  Butthe  discovery  of  thiseventhasdetermined 
a  changed  life  for  Steele.  To  return  would  bring  shame 
and  terrible  trouble  to  all  with  whom  he  had  been 
cennected.  Besides,  Billy  Wantage,  the  unprincipled,  tri- 
fling brother  of  his  wife,  had  forged  his  name  to  notes. 
The  disappearance  of  Steele  saved  Billy  from  exposure 
and  shifted  the  responsibility  tor  evident  crooked  dealing 
to  the  supposedly  dead  man's  shoulders.  A  certain  proud 
regard  for  his  wife's  feelings  made  Steele  shrink  from  the 
exposure  of  Billy's  dishonesty.  Then,  too,  a  changed  life 
of  a  faint  and  undetermined  force  was  subtly  awakening 
in  Steele's  character.  The  long  phvsical  rest  in  the  quiet 
and  freshness  of  nature  had  separated  him  from  the  old 
dissipated,  artificial  life,  and  had  brought  to  him  some 
relish  for  the  simplicity  and  unaffected  brotherliness  of 
the  isolated  village  of  Chaudiere.  And  here,  as  a  village 
tailor,  a  useful  citizen,  and  as  the  passionate  lover  of  Ros- 
alie Evanturel,  his  life  is  worked  out. 

The  motif  of  the  book  here  becomes  apparent.  Take 
a  man  who  is  intellect  wholly,  who  is  moral  onl}^  in  a  cer- 
tain fairness  of  mind;  let  him  be  selfish,  reckless,  dissi- 
pated, utterly  void  of  sympathy.  Separate  him  as  far  as 
physical  forces  can  from  the  conditions  in  which  that  life 
was  sustained,  from   the    environments   that  were  essen- 


4  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

tially  complementary  to  the  expression  of  that  kind  of  life. 
Then  the  problem:  will  the  strengthening  forces  of  an 
entirely  different  home  develop  a  new  character  in  the 
man  who  has  lost,  except  for  rare,  faint  recurrences,  all 
that  he  was  by  habit,  while  retaining  all  that  he  was  by 
nature?  Or,  will  the  bent  of  nature|impel  him,  regardless 
of  circumstances,  to  an  inevitable  destiny  determined  for 
him  by  heredity  and  fate?  This,  it  seems  to  me,  is  the 
question  that  the  novel  presents  to  us. 

There  is  hardly  a  question  as  to  what  Mr.  Parker 
thinks  in  the  case  of  Charley  Steele.  The  regeneration 
comes;  and  it  seems  to  come  from  the  force  of  outward 
circumstances,  not  from  an  inward  force  of  moral  strength. 
Charley  Steele  finds  himself  cut  off  from  the  old  life; 
he  remembers  it  was  not  satisfying;  he  accepts  the  new 
because  he  finds  himself  m  it  and  because  it  furnishes  an 
escape  from  the  old.  He  becomes  an  apprentice  to  the  old 
tailor,  Trudell;  he  is  patient  and  tolerant  with  his  narrow 
dogmatism.  He  acts  with  kindness  toward  the  French 
villagers,  overcoming  their  distrust  of  him  as  an  infidel. 
He  wakes  to  feeling  when  he  finds  Rosalie  Evanturel  loves 
him  and  he  returns  her  love  with  the  violence  of  a  long 
pent-up  passion.  He  sins  against  her  in  a  terrible  way, 
and  suffers  a  painfulremorse.  The  tragic  denouement  comes 
when  he  is  fatally  shot  guarding  the  treasure  of  the 
church.  In  the  weakening  moments  of  death,  a  few  hours 
later  he  makes  a  final  surrender  of  the  intellect  and 
receives  absolution  from  the  priest.  This  is  his 
regeneration. 

To  a  good  Catholic,  this  may  be  satisfactory.  But 
there  is  a  moral  heresy  involved  in  such  a  conception  of 
regeneration  that  weakens  the  novel  ethically  and  detracts 
from  it  artistically.  The  idea  that  a  man  can  be  thor- 
oughly reformed  by  adapting  himself  to  outside  conditions, 
by  living  under  mental  self-control  in  harmony  with  moral 
laws,  and  by  passively  accepting  the  offices  of  a  priest,  is 
not  consistent  with  ethics  and  personal  religion.  Regen- 
eration is  a  new  life  within  you.  It  brings  from  the  depths 
of  moral  consciousness  a  zeal  for  righteousness,  an  earnest 
desire  for  unattained  goodness,  that  regards  mere  con- 
formity in  outward  act  and  in  word  of  mouth  as  the  paltry 
trappings  of  religion.  Whether  this  principle  exists 
in  us   latent  until  time  and   circumstance  conjoin  to  draw 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  5 

it  into  action,  or  whether  it  is  a  divine  influence  in  touch 
with  our  spiritual  natures,  are  questions  for  the  theologian 
and  the  philosopher.  In  any  case,  the  principle  itself  is 
supreme  in  sound  ethics. 

The  other  characters  in  the  book  are  wholly  subordi- 
nate, but  they  add  greatly  to  the  interest  and  humanity  of 
the  novel.  The  complacent,  sweet  tempered  Seigneur  is 
very  lovable  in  his  practical  benevolence;  his  ability  to  feel 
a  breadth  of  sympathy,  and  take  a  largeness  of  view 
beyond  the  narrow^  limits  of  priestly  teaching  furnishes 
some  relief  from  the  iron  dogmatism  of  Chaudiere.  The 
Cure  is  the  best  defined  and  most  natu;-:  character  in  the 
book.  He  is  a  fine  refutation  of  that  ns.  v  and  grossly 
unjust  notion  of  a  large  number  of  Pre-., ..  ;ants  that  the 
Catholic  priesthood,  as  a  whole,  ;are  corrupt  voluptuaries, 
and  at  the  same  time  he  is  a  convincing  rebuke  to  an  equally 
large  number  of  Catholics  who  believe  God-given  virtues 
are  confined  to  orthodox  Catholics.  His  devotion  to  his 
people  and  his  Christian  love  for  Charley  Steele  are 
beautiful  features  of  the  story. 

But  in  Rosalie  Evanturel  the  author  gives  us  the  most 
interesting  and  most  lovable  character  in  the  book. 
We  know  her  and  love  her  because  she  has  a  heart 
surging  with  human  feelings,  because  she  is  responsive 
and  unselfish,  and — despite  the  author's  falseness  to  her 
in  a  supreme  moment — because  of  her  pure  womanhood 
and  goodness.  She  repels  us  somewhat  in  her  unre- 
strained love  for  Steele  almost  before  she  knew  the  sound 
of  his  voice,  and  before  any  solicitation  had  been  made  by 
word  or  act  on  his  part.  We  are  not  sure  but  there  is  too 
much  of  the  animal  in  that  for  a  nature  as  refined  as  hers 
was;  but  we  become  reconciled  to  her  abandon  when  we 
know  her  better,  and  we  are  willing  to  attribute  her  lack 
of  restraint  to  the  open  candorof  her  nature.  But  contrary 
to  his  conception  of  her  as  a  soul  moved  by  high,  womanly 
impulses,  the  author  leads  her  to  ruin  under  the  sway  of 
her  passion.  Out  of  this  unjust  conception  of  her  arises 
the  most  serious  blunder  of  the  book.  For  shame!  "And 
the  candle  sputtered  low  in  the  socket!"  That  is  a  con- 
temptible travesty  on  woman's  love  and  virtue.  Is 
woman's  purity  so  slight  a  thing  that  it  goes  out  with  the 
flickering  of  a  candle? 


6  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

The  Right  of  Way  is  a  strong  book;  it  is,  at  least, 
strong  in  intent  and  seriousness,  and  it  stimulates  to 
thought.  But  it  is  not  a  satisfying  book;  in  the  treatment 
of  the  main  theme  it  is  a  disappointing  book.  It  is  not 
that  it  ends  with  tragedy.  I  take  literature  too  seriously 
to  ask  a  novelist  to  round  off  careers  in  the  happiness  of 
a  stagnant  idealism.  Mr.  Parker  was  too  sensible  to  sacri- 
fice art  in  pandering  to  the  likings  ot  an  enervated  senti- 
mentality. But  the  book  is  not  fundamently  true  to 
ethics.  Charley  Steele  might  have  acted  as  he  did;  no 
doubt  there  are  men  who  would  have  acted  so.  But  we 
could  claim  for  them  no  new  life,  no  changed  character. 
If  the  purpose  of  the  book  is  to  show  the  fatuity  of  any 
conversion  that  does  not  grow  out  of  a  revolution  of  the 
inner  life,  Charley  Steele's  career  is  a  true  representation 
of  the  author's  intent;  yet  the  whole  action  of  the  story 
seems  to  me  to  show  that  the  author's  intent  was  other- 
wise. But  if  the  novel  lacks  completeness  as  a  study  of 
moral  evolution  it  does  not  follow  that  it  has  not  ethical 
truth  in  it.  The  past  bears  with  stern  sureness  on  the 
present.  You  may  rid  yourself  of  habits;  you  can  escape 
the  outside  conditions  that  set  the  current  to  your  life;but 
the  hard  facts  and  deeds  of  your  past  are  the  terrible 
realities  of  today.  With  a  grim  determinism  the  author 
fastens  the  chains  of  circumstance  and  chance  tojhis  hero's 
life;  and  there  is  a  seriousness  underlying  it'all'that  makes 
his  fatalism  as  plausible  as  George  Rliot's. 

D.  H.  B. 


Commercial    Democracy  and   the  South. 

The  growth  of  ideas  of  a  people  must  necessarily  find 
expression  in  its  material  progress,  and  the  material 
growth,  therefore,  must  necessarily  work  the  true 
grandeur  of  a  nation.  So  then  in  the  life  of  every  nation  it 
is  well  that  its  people  should  halt  at  certain  periods  in 
order  that  they  may  consider  those  principles,  which 
determine  their  history  and  direct  those  forces  which 
shape  their  destiny. 

The  true  issues  of  the  South  do  not  find  expression  in 
modern  party  platforms.     It  is  not  whether  a  gold  stand- 


THE   BHLLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  7 

ard  is  preferable  to  a  silver  standard,  or  whether  a  double 
standard  is  preferable  to  either,  that  has  peculiar  interest 
for  the  South  at  this  time;  but  the  object  of  chief  concern 
is  the  development  of  its  commercial  interests. 

In  a  commercial  democracy  alone  can  this  section  hope 
to  achieve  success.  For  so  long  as  the  Southern  people 
cling  to  those  old  issues  the  undeveloped  interests  of  the 
South  will  be  at  the  mercy  of  New  England  greed,  and 
will  contribute  for  the  continuation  of  the  tenure  of  repub- 
lican administration  of  national  affairs. 

From  considering  the  interests  of  the  South  and  com- 
paring them  with  the  interests  of  other  days  we  find  that 
those  conditions  which  tended  to  retard  commercial 
activity  have  all  been  swept  awa5',and  that  the  agriculture 
and  mineral  resources  and  the  multiplied  production  of 
such  articles  as  are  native  to  other  countries  now  demand 
protection  against  invasion  by  foreign  competitors,  thus 
securing  a  market  for  Southern  products.  Under  such 
conditions  the  southern"producer  ma)^  secure  the  profits 
which  are  justly  his  own;  but  which  for  so  long  have 
been  enriching  the  northern  manufacturers. 

Another  great  enterprise  interests  the  Southern 
people,  the  Isthmian  canal.  The  early  expansion  policy 
of  the  government  of  1803  secured  for  us  the  vast  territory 
of  Louisiana,  then  but  a  trackless  wilderness,  but  today 
overflowing  with  unmeasured  wealth,  the  great  grain 
supply  of  the  world.  Later  still  that  policy  secured  for 
us  the  deserts  of  Mexico,  'rockribbed  and  barren  as  the 
sun,"  today  one  vast  oasis  yielding  rich  harvests  of  grain, 
as  well  as  the  source  of  the  nation's  supply  of  the  precious 
metals.  By  the  acquisition  of  this  territory  our  coastline 
was  extended  more  than  tw^o  thousand  miles,  securing  for 
our  country  the  tra£6.c  of  the  orient  and  the  wealth  of  the 
seal  fisheries. 

By  the  construction  of  an  Isthmian  canal,  as  it  may 
be  seen,  this  fabulous  store  of  wealth  is  to  be  cast  into  the 


8  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

very  lap  of  the  South.     Thus  an  opportunity  shall  be  had 
for  evening-  up  the  commercial  inequalities  of  the  past. 

These  are  the  two  great  items  of  interest  to  southern 
people.  Will  the  people  of  the  South  cling-  to  those  old 
fossil-like  issues?  Or  will  they  not  choose  rather  to  turn 
to  these  newer  principles,  principles  which  will  surely  lead 
to  wealth  and  to  power?  If  they  cling-  to  their  old  ideals, 
the  South  must  stand  barren  in  nothing-  but  progress, 
while  the  North  moves  forward, -reaping-  an  abundant  har- 
vest of  wealth  and  of  power.  But  if  the  South  turns  to 
these  better  principles,  in  the  years  to  come  there  shall  be 
a  mighty  nation  bound  tog-ether  in  the  bonds  of  common 
interest,  and  time  shall  g-ive, 

"One  flag,  one  land,  one  heart,  one  hand, 
One  nation  evermore." 

F.  D.  M ELLEN,   '03. 


In  the  night  air. 
With  shoulders  bare. 
She  drew  away, 
As  if  to  say  nay; 
Her  eyes  grew  big 
As  a  g-ood  sized  fig-. 

And  my  arm  she  seized. 
Her  breath  came  quick. 
And  her  face  looked  sick, 
She  gave  me  a  stare, 
As  if  in  despair. 
She  clutched  the  air 

And — then — she — sneezed. 

C.  A.  A.,  "03. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  9 

A  Vision. 

A  wayward  boy  on  a  western  wild, — 
A  mother  in  heaven  watching  her  child, — 

His  hands  were  rough  and  his  heart  was  hard, 
For  all  that  is  good  he  had  lost  regard. 

In  the  day's  mad  chase  and  the  midnight  braw^l 
He  had  squandered  and  wasted  and  lost  his  all; 

And  tonight  he  slept  in  a  drunken  swoon 
'Neath  the  calm,  cold  light  of  the  palefaced  moon, 

And  he  dreamed  of  home  and  the  days  gone  by 
When  his  heart  was  pure  and  his  hopes  were  high; 

He  dreamed  of  heaven  and  his  mother  there, 
Of  his  own  sad  state  and  his  deep  despair. 

Of  the  demon  hands  that  clutched  at  his  soul 
And  his  demon-like  thirst  for  the  wassail  bowl. 

He  longed  in  his  dream  for  a  friendly  face 
And  a  kindly  word  in  that  wicked  place; 

Then  out  of  the  mists  in  his  dizzy  brain 
There  rose  the  vision  of  an  angel  train; 

Around  him  gathered  a  bright  winged  troop 
Whose  leader  over  him  seemed  to  stoop; 

A  hand  seemed  laid  on  his  feverish  brow, 
And  his  pulse  came  quicker  and  stronger  now. 

Oh  the  touch  was  tender  and  the  look  was  kind 
And  they  kindled  a  hope  in  his  wavering  mind. 

For  the  touch  was  his  mother's   and  her's  was  the  hand 
Extended  to  help  him  whatever  his  land. 

Then  strong  came  his  courage  ^^nd   swift  grew  his  plan 
As  he  waked  and  arose  to  be  henceforth  a  man! 

J.  R.  C,  '02. 


10  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

A  Fairy  Tale. 


Once  upon  a  time    ('twas  long- ago,) 

There  lived  an  old  king  with  plenty  of  "dough,  * 
The  king  had  a  daughter,  the  prettiest  known. 

Who,  when  he  should  die,  would    come;  to  the  throne. 

His  castle   up  high  on  the  steep  rocks  stood, 

And  around  it  arose  a  very  dense  wood. 
In  the  wood  lived  a  dragon,  so  fierce  that — O  dear! 

If  a  person  approached  he  would  soon  disappear! 

Men  hunted  the  dragon  but  never  returned 

Though  many  went  out.     Since  then  I  have  learned. 

That  the  very  next  day  he  would  claim  as  his  bride. 
The  beautiful  princess,  the  kingdom's  pride. 

Now  it  happened  there  lived  in  a  province  not  distant, 
A  handsome  young  man,  the  old  king's  assistant. 

Dark  nights  from  her  tower  she'd  throw  down  a  rope, 
Up  he'd  climb;  and  one  night   they   planned  to  elope. 

When  this  happy  pair  heard  of  the  dragon's  intention, 
Tbey  were  exceedingly  sad,  past  all  comprehension, 

And  the  brave  young  man  who  no  courage  lacked, 
Swore  he'd  kill  the  big  monster  or  die  in  the  act. 

That  night  while  she  cried  with  her  head  on  his  breast. 
He  told  her  he'd  go,  risk  his  life,  do  his  best, 

"O!  please  don't  dear,  you'll  be  killed,"  she  plead. 
"And  still  I'll  have  the  dragon  to  wed" 

But  he  kissed  her  fair  brow,  and  climbed  down  the  wall 
And  from  out  in  the  darkness  she  heard  him  call: 

''This  is  all  for  you;  dear  one,  good  bye: 
And  "if  he  conquers  lean  but  die." 

Next  day  a  party  scouring- the  land. 

Discovered  a  leg  and  next  a  hand, 
But  the  dragon  was  gone  and  the  young  man  too, 

And  what  became  of  them  no  one  knew. 


aHLLSAPS   COLLEGIAN.  11 

That  very  same  morning  the  king  was  told. 

By  a  guard  who  around  the  castle  had  strolled, 
That  a  rope  from  the  princess's  window  was  found; 

Which  was  dangling  down  almost  to  the  ground. 

She  was  tried  that  night  and  they  passed  a  sentence 

To  lock  her  up  till  she  offered  repentance, 
She  plead  and  plead  but  it  did  no  good, 

The  king  could 'nt  release  her  if  he  would. 

The  guards  dragged  her  awa}"  to  a  lonely  tower, 

Where  she  never  saw  sunshine  and  never  saw  shower. 

The  iron  doors  closed  with  a  low  wierd  groan. 
And  for  years  she  cried  there  all  alone! 

C.  A.  A,  '03. 


An  Incident. 

The  thermometer  was  dancing  around  the  zero  point 
and  the  wnid  scurrying  from  the  direction  of  the  north 
pole  like  a  jackrabbit  from  a  prairie  fire,  when  an  unfortu- 
nate negro  overturned  his  wagon  near  Millsaps  College, 
letting  fall  a  barrel  of  molasses.  How  to  restore  this 
weight  of  six  hundred  pounds  to  his  wagon  sorely  puzzled 
this  son  of  Ethiopia.  Lift  it  himself  he  certainly  could 
not.  Help  must  be  had.  As  he  stands  shivering  and 
wondering  two  stalwart  men  of  his  own  race  approach  and 
to  them  he  appeals  for  assistance.  But  the  barrel  is 
heavy  and  sticky  with  the  leaking  syrup,  so  they  make 
excuses  for  their  great  haste  aTid  hurry  away  from  their 
helpless  brother. 

Seeing  the  plight  of  the  negro  two  college  boys  leave 
their  rooms  and  go  out  on  then  street  to  his  aid.  Laying  to 
with  willing  hands  they  soon  have  the  barrel  safe  on  the 
wagon.  When  the  task  was  completed  their  hands  were 
in  a  sticky  muss  and  their  clothing  not  without  evidence 
of  their  sweet  labor.  But  what  cared  they;  they  were 
southern  gentlemen  and  had  helped  a  man  in  need,  as  any 
other  college  men  would  likely  have  done  under  similar 
circumstances. 

And  the  twonegroes  who  "passed  by  on  the  other  side" 
had  done  what  four  out  of  five  of  their  race  would  have  done 


12  THE  MILLS  APS    COLLEGIAN 

in  a  like  case.  They  seem  utterly  devoid  of  the  spirit  of  the 
good  Samaritan.  They  are  not  merciful  to  man  nor  beast 
committed  to  their  care.  No  slave  driver  was  ever  more 
brutal  nor  lordly  in  his  authority  than  the  negro  who  by 
any  means  is  set  over  his  fellows.  Nor  do  they  dispense 
charity  among  their  kind.  The  white  man  alone  must 
educate  their  ignorant,  care  for  their  unfortunates  in  mind 
and  body,  and  furnish  physicians  and  medicines  to  their 
sick.  Withal  they  are  so  thriftless  as  a  race  that  they 
depend  on  the  white  man  for  their  own  sustenance  from 
year  to  year. 

Yet  northern  philanthropy — often  misanthropy — is 
poured  out  by  thousands  to  teach  those  people  that  the 
southern  white  man  is  their  hereditary  foe;  and  that  they 
must  hasten  to  put  him  in  subjection  at  the  ballot-box  and 
place  themselves  beside  him  socially,  all  of  which  will  be 
accomplished — never! 

There  is  much  good  in  the  negro  and  this  writer  is 
his  friend,  but  his  selfishness  and  arrogance  in  dealing 
with  his  fellows  is  a  blot  on  his  character  darker  than  skin 
on  his  face. 

J.  R.  C.  '02. 


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Not  very  long-  ago  the  question  as  to  whether  the 
college  man  is  practical  or  not,  went  the  rounds.  Many  of 
the  leading  magazines  of  the  country  discussed  the  matter, 
and  the  college  magazines  answered  the  charg^e  with 
sophomoric  thunder. 

We  do  not  believe  that  it  would  be  possible  to  show 
that  the  college  man  is  visionary  or  impractical,  except  by 
substituting  ideal  for  practical  standards  by  which  to 
judge  him.  But  apart  from  the  influence  of  the  college 
training,  as  a  whole,  upon  the  life  of  the  college-trained 
citizen,  there  is  one  element  of  that  training  which 
certainly  tends  to  enlarge  the  man  and  to  increae  his 
usefulness,  as  a  citizen — this  is  the  influence  of  the  literary 
society. 

If  we  stop  to  think  of  the  conditions  and  environments 
of  our  life,  we  see  at  once  that  the  tendency  is  towards  the 
rule  of  intellectual  forces,  and  as  a  consequence  policies 


14  THE   MILLS  APS    COLLEGIAN 

must  stand  or  fall  accordingly  as  they  are  wrought  out 
upon  principles  that  appeal  to  our  intellect  for  their  sound- 
ness. Briefly  stated  then,  the  meaning  of  all  this  is,  it 
seems  to  me,  that  the  prophecy  of  the  future  is  to  be  found 
in  the  words  of  some  writer  in  one  of  the  late  magazines  : 
"  The  forum  forever.  " 

The  literary  society  cultivates  originality — not  origi- 
nality as  to  facts,  of  course,  but  originality  in  the  use  and 
application  of  facts.  This  view  is  supported  by  the  fact 
that  but  few  men — the  writer  does  not  know  a  smgle 
instance — who  are  active  members  of  their  literary  society 
ever  come  to  be  regarded  as  intellectual  parasites. 

The  literary  society  begets  a  thoroughness  of  research 
and  the  consequent  power  to  meet  opposition  on  the  spot. 
Along  with  these  are  acquired  the  companion  virtues  of 
taking  a  practical  view  of  anything,  and  mastery  of  self- 
passion  and  power. 

This  is  but  a  brief  statement  of  a  few  of  the  benefits 
to  be  derived  from  active  participaton  in  the  work  of  the 
literary  society.  We  hope  that  every  college  man  may 
come  to  see  and  appreciate  the  importance  of  this  great 
source  of  improvement,  and  if  not  a  member,  or  if  only  a 
nominal,  member  that  he  will  be  so  conscious  of  his  loss 
as  to  be  roused  to  an  enthusiastic  interest  in  this  work. 


As  we  approach  the  examination  period  we  feel  that  it 
is  a  period  of  supreme  importance  in  the  career  of  every 
college  man;  indeed  a  crisis  in  the  life  of  some. 

What  explanation  can  there  be  of  such  a  thought  as 
this?  Simply  this  :  It  is  hardly  probable  that  every  man 
who  enters  that  examination  will  come  out  of  it  the  same 
man  in  every  respect.  For  one  young  man  with  good 
intellect  will  yield  to  the  temptation  to  cheat  and  in  missing 
his  aim  to  conceal  it,  will  go  away  disgraced  forever. 

Is  that  all?  No,  nor  is  it  the  worst;  for  another  young 
man  may  be  able  to  deceive  his  professor  and  deceive  his 
classmates,  bat  in  the  act  he  so  vitiates  his  character  as  to 
threaten  the  complete  overthrow  of  all  that  is  noble  and 
manly  in  his  make  up.  Thus,  instead  of  being  stigmatized 
in  the  minds  of  others  he  will  be  stigmatized  in  his  life. 

But  this  is  not  the  end.  There  are  some  who  will  see 
another  rob  his  fellow  classmates  of  the  rank  that  so  justly 
belongs  to  them,  and  throttle  the  cry  of  his  outraged  sense 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 


15 


of  honor;  and  by  suppressing  his  indignation  become  a 
party  to  the  crime,  for  it  is  a  crime,  the  far-reaching  effects 
of  wnich  it  would  be  difficult  to  determine. 

Every  man  should  enter  the  examination  with  a  con- 
science that  tells  him  that  is  wrong  to  cheat,  and  no  less 
wrong  to  cheat  himself  than  it  is  to  suffer  such  dishonesty 
in  others.  Let  us  both  refrain  and  restrain  from  a  sense 
of  honor.  For  in  no  case  does  the  fear  of  punishment 
make  a  man,  but  the  love  of  righteousness  snd  truth— 
these  alona  can  preserve  the  honor  and  integrity  of  a  man 
and  crown  his  life  with  virtue. 

The  editor  of  the  Collegian  has  heard  with  profound 
sorrow  of  the  death  of  Mr.  Aleri  Morrison,  which  sad 
event  occurred  not  long  ago  m  Atlanta,  Ga.,  where  he  was 
spending  his  Christmas  vacation.  He  was  a  student  at 
Wofford  College  from  which  he  would  have  graduated  in 
June. 

Mr.  Morrison  was  the  son  of  Bishop  H.  C.  Morrisonj 
of  Atlanta,  Ga.  He  represented  South  Carolina  in  the 
Southern  Interstate  Oratorical  contest  last  year,  at  which 
time  the  writer  had  the  pleasure  of  meeting  him.  Mr. 
Morrison  spoke  on  the  subject,  "Gif ts,  "  and  in  the  treat- 
ment of  his  subject  he  showed  such  capacity  as  prophesied 
for  him  a  future  of  usefulness.  But  above  all  he  displayed 
those  qualities  which  make  a  man  a  noble  and  generous 
foe-man. 

We  sincerely  regret  his  untimely   death,  and   extend 
to  his  family  and  college  friends  our  deepest  sympathy. 


16  THE   MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN 


PHOEBE  PINCHEON 


Her  Influence  Over  the  Other   Characters  in 

The  House  of  the  Seven  Gables, 

In  discussing-  the  influence  of  Phoebe  over  the  other 
characters  in  the  House  of  Seven  Gables,  we  w^ill  first 
note  the  general  characteristics  of  these  persons  before 
Phoebe  came  to  associate  with  them.  We  shall  thereby  be 
better  able  to  estimate  her  influence  over  them. 

Let  us  too  noticePhoebe's  dispostion  and  see  in  what  way- 
she  is  most  likely  to  influence  them.  She  was  one  of  those 
congenial,  lovable,  happy,  little  creatures  who  always  shed 
a  brightness  wherever  they  go;  cheerful  at  all  times  and 
under  all  circumstances;  she  was  young  and  beautiful  and 
imparted  her  spirit  of  youth  and  beauty  to  every  thing 
around  her.  The  House  of  Seven  Gables  had  been,  as 
long  as  most  people  remembered,  an  old  mansion  carrying 
on  its  face  a  look  of  seclusion  and  abandonment;  it  seemed 
of  itself  to  tell  of  a  hidden  mystery  which  time  alone,  if 
anything,  could  reveal.  But  from  the  time  Phoebe's  smil- 
ing countenance  and  youthful  step  crossed  the  threshold 
a  change  came  over  the  old  house;  she  was  as  a  tiny  mov- 
ing sun  going  from  room  to  room  to  dispell  the  cold  damp 
atmosphere  which  for  so  long  had  hung  like  a  pall  over  the 
old  place;  the  dust  was  no  longer  allowed  to  settle  on  the 
quaint  old  furniture,  but  on  everything  there  were  evi- 
dences of  the  magical  touch  of  a  gentle  little  housewife' 
"She  was  like  a  prayer  offered  up  in  the  homeliest  beauty 
of  ones  native  tongue.  Fresh  was  Phoebe  and  airy  and 
sweet  in  her  appearel."  Hepzibah  Pincheon  was  a  spinster 
aunt  who  had  long  lived  in  almost  utter  seclusion  in  the 
House    of    Seven  Gables;  she  had   grown    to  look  with 


THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  17 

aversion  on  any  communication  with  the  outer  world,  but 
on  Phoebe's  advent  an  involuntary  change  began  to  take 
place  in  her  life,  something  she  knew  not  what,  neither 
could  she  tell  how  nor  why,  had  in  a  great  measure  changed 
her  feelings  and  her  disposition;  she  found  pleasure  in 
new  things;  she  was  rather  surprised  at  herself  to  know 
that  she  found  pleasure  at  all.  Phoebe  seemed  to  have  a 
knack  of  doing  things  which  was  marvelous  to  Hepsibah, 
who  no  doubt  had  long  since  come  to  the  conclusion  that  she 
could  do  everything  in  the  best  possible  manner;  but  she 
was  forced  to  acknowledge  to  herself,  however  unwilling 
she  might  have  been,  that  she  had  never  attained  that  skill 
which  was  characteristic  of  Phoebe's  every  act;  she  was  so 
kind  and  cheerful  that  neighboring  folk  would  come  to  the 
little  cent  shop  and  run  the  risk  of  coming  under  poor  old 
Hepzibah's  scowl  in  order  to  enjoy  for  themselves  a  bit  of 
Phoebe's  sunshine.  Over  Clifford,  who  had  so  degenerated 
as  to  be  insensible  to  evey  pleasure  except  a  vague  and  in- 
definite appreciation  of  the  beautiful,  she  in  some  degree 
at  least  had  a  happy  influence;  he  was  only  the  lingering 
evidence  of  a  blighted  life.  All  the  sadness  of  his 
face  as  well  as  all  those  deep  furrows  that  served 
as  uncouth  reminders  of  his  sad  experience  were 
wiped  out  by  Phoebe's  presence;  he  grew  youthful  while 
she  sat  by  him  on  the  little  stool  and  sang;  he  found  his 
only  pleasure  in  spending  evenings  in  the  little  green  house 
in  the  garden  listening  to  the  youthful  cadences  of  her 
voice  and  having  her  talk  to  him.  Phoebe  was  beginning 
to  realize  her  influence  for  good  over  her  cousin  and  almost 
regarded  it  as  her  duty  to  please  and  amuse  him  ;but  with  all 
her  care  she  did  not  wield  overClifford  so  happy  an  influence 
as  over  Hepzibah;  something  greater  was  needed,  great 
tho  this  was,  and  so  long  as  he  was  haunted  by  the  memor}' 
of  the  wrong  done  him  by  his  relative  he  was  the  same 
morbid,  discontented  Clifford.  But  in  time  the  old  Judge 
went  the  way  of  his  ancestor,  and  by  that  means  and  by  the 
revelation  of  the  true  nature  of  Clifford's  disgrace  the 
wonderful  change  was  brought  about  which  made  him  in 
time  a  new  man.  But  we  cannot  doubt  that  even  after  those 
great  barriers  were  removed  it  was  because  Phoebe's  sun- 
shine entered  deeper  into  his  nature,  that  Clifford  regained 
the  degree  of  manhood  that  he  did. 


18  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

Phoebe  had  even  a  winning  influence  over  old  Chan- 
ticleer and  his  family;  by  her  loving-  and  gentle  disposi- 
tion, Chanticleer's  small  decendant  had  learned  to  have  no 
hesitency  in  eating  from  her  hand,  while  Chanticleer  him- 
self stood  near  by  with  a  knowing  sense  of  hischilds  safety. 

Old  uncle  Venner  too  smiled  as  she  would  go  in  and 
out  of  his  garden;  it  seemed  to  him  that  the  plants  grew 
faster  when  she  frequented  it. 

But  one  whose  nature  was  greatly  effected  by  Phoeb's 
way  we  have  so  far  not  mentioned.  This  was  Holgrave,  the 
deguerotypist;  he  was  a  trasient  young  fellow  who  doubt- 
less had,  had  many  and  varied  experiences;  who  had  been 
associated  with  all  classes  ot  people;  but  no  one  of  them 
had  ever  had  that  refining  influence  over  him  which  little 
Phoebe  exerted;  she  was  the  instrument  whereby  his  very 
nature  was  raised  to  a  higher  plane,  and  uppermost 
therein  placed  the  better,  nobler  part,  that  reverence  and 
respect  for  woman  characteristic  of  the  ancient  knight; 
she  awakened  the  dormantjpassion  that  for  so  long  had  re- 
mained in  his  breast  totally  undisturbed,|and  in  her  heart 
he  found  a  chord  which  beat  in  unison  with  his. 

Thus  we  see  that  everything  connected  with  the  old 
House  of  the  Seven  Gables  came  under  the  spell  of  little 
Phoebe's  influence  and  had  ^changes  wrought  in  their 
natures,  that  could  have  been  brought  about  by  none  else. 


MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN-  19 


Not  honors  but  honor. 

The  prep  who  wrote  a  friend  that  he  "had  two  young 
ladies  and  a  turKey  for  dinner  on  Christinas  day",  should 
offer  himself'  for  mission  service.  No  cannibal  from  the 
South  seas  could  compete  with  that. 

Fulfillment  of  today's  duty  is  the  best  prophecy  of 
tomorrow. 

Some  of  the  students  reverse  the  members  of  the 
scriptural  command  and  rest  six  days  while  they  work 
but  one. 

An  old  adage  says  that  we  should  prepare  for  old  age 
and  a  rainy  day.  Better  prepare  for  immortal  youth  and 
eternal  sunshine. 

Character!  It  is  capital,  credit,  opportunity,  all. — Jas. 
I.  Vance,  D.  D. 

Backward,  turn  backward,  O  time  in  your  flight, 
Make  me  a  soph  again,  just  for  tonight. 

Let  me  feel  wise  again,  just  for  this  once, 
Tho'  forever  hereafter  I'm  counted  a  dunce. 

Dr.  Moore  is  one  of  the  most  distinguished  mathema- 
ticians of  the  south,  knowing  numbers  and  solving  readily 
equations  and  problems  of  higher  degree.  But  it  remained 
for  the  present  senior  class  to  instruct  the  doctor  as  to 
"seben  and  'leben, "  numbers  sacred  to  the  southern 
darkey,  and  often  too  well  known  to  the  college  prep. 

When  offered  bribes  Epaminondas  said,  "If  the  thing 
you  desire  be  good,  I  will  do  it  without  any  bribe,  because 
it  is  good;  if  it  is  not  honest  I  will  not  do  it  for  all  the  goods 
in  the  world. 


20  MILLSAPS  COLLEGIAN. 

Individuality. 

You  say  you  love  me,  and  that  we 
Shall  nevermore  be  parted,  but  shall  be 
One  hope,  one  life  for  all  eternity. 

Ah!  would  that  we  could  look  with  eyes 
Of  common  faith  into  that  dark,  where  rise 
So  many  seperate  phantoms!     For  there  lies 

Before  us  each  a  separate  way, 

And  you  and  I  must  walk  alone,  and  stray 

Sometimes  so  far  from  one  another —  yea 

X/Ove,  it  is  truth — that  when  we  hope 

To  clasp  vain  hands, we  shall  but  reach  and  grope 

Into  the  empty  dark,  and  see  the  cope 

Of  quiet  sky;  and  you  shall  know, 

With  secret  pain,  that  I  can  never  g-o 

With  you  into  some  heights  you  love,  but  slow 

Must  toil  along  the  dust;  and  I, 

In  turn,  shall  often  smile  with  joy  and  sigh 

With  pain,  and  you  will  smile  in  sympathy, 

And  sigh;  but  you  can  never  feel 

My  joy,  as  I  have  felt  it,  nor  reveal 

To  me  what  you  have  joyed  in,  nor  unseal 

The  fountain  of  your  tears.     I  am  alone. 

And  I  must  fight  my  fight,  and  make  my  moan 

Within  myself.     The  solitude  has  grown 

Ah,  wondrous  lighter,  Love,  with  thee; 
But  do  not  promise  rashly;  we  shall  be 
Alone-  -alone  through  all  eternity! 

— C.  P.  W.,  in  Vanderbilt  Observer,  1898. 


MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN.  21 


Hon.  J.  B.  Duke  has  ordered  from  an  Italian  sculptor, 
a  design  for  a  bronze  statue  of  President  William  McKin- 
ley.  The  statue  is  to  be  erected  on  the  campus  of  Trinity 
College.  Thus  theSouth  does  honor  to  the  memory  of  our 
fallen  Chief. 


Most  of  the  exchanges  for  December  appeared  in  hol- 
iday attire.  It  is  encjuraging  to  note  this  effort  to  keep 
abreast  of  the  times.  Daintiest  of  all  was  the  cover  of  the 
Shamrock^  which  by  the  way,  is  at  the  forefront  of  maga- 
zines published  by  the  girl's  schools  of  the  South.  The 
issue,  before  us  contains  a  story  of  the  "First  Christmas 
Tree,"  written  in  verse,  and  very  good  verse  too,  as  the 
following  lines  will  witness: 

"What  worth  is  the  world  and  its  worthless  pelf? 

That  man  is  happy  who  has  buried  self, 
Who  bears  with   a  good   will  and  a  true. 

The  burdens  of  others,  many  or  few, 
Who  baffles  the  tide  of  the  river  of  life, 

And  saves  the  weak  from  its  angry  strife." 

We  welcome  to  our  desk  the  Southern  University 
Monthly.  Its  leading  article  on  Nature,  gives  expression 
to  some  beautiful  thoughts  in  fresh  and  charming 
English.  Nature  study  keeps  us  young  and  fresh 
and  will  help  many  a  youth  out  of  the  labored,  bookish 
style  so  often  seen  in  college  magazines.  Better  have  an 
overflow  of  high-sounding  rhetoric  and  youthful  earnest- 
ness than  many  of  the  dry,  matter-of-fact,  colorless  pro- 
ductions turned  out. 


The  writer  of  "Leaves  of  The  Bleeding  Heart,"  in 
Tulane  Magazine^  greatly  mars  the  beauty  of  his  sad  love 
story  by  irrelevant  moralizing,  a  fault  not  uncommon  even 
with  older  writers.  In  the  third  sentence,  after  the  mur- 
derer is  introduced,  we  are  told  that  the  reader  has  "long 


23  MILLSAPS  COLLEGIAN. 

ago  g-uessed  his  purpose."  Not  very  long  ago,  to  be  surel 
A  little  care  would  have  relieved  this  and  other  similar 
crude  and  inappropriate  expressions.  The  poem,  "Jeanne 
D'Arc"  is  a  worthy  production,  We  append  the  closing- 
lines: 

"It    was    not    meant    that   thou 

Should 'st  be  the  joy,   the  sunhght  of  a  home. 

No  swain  was  destined  to  be  blessed  by  thee; 

No  little  Jeanne  was  cradled  in  thy  arms; 

No  baby  head  lay  warm  against  thy  breast. 

France  was  thy  lover,  and  thy  life  was  laid. 

Thy  heart,  thy  soul,  upon  her  altar  fire. " 


The  Emory  and  Henry  Era  for  December,  contains  a 
choice  bit  of  light;  humorous  verse,  "Only  a  Dream."  It 
describes  a  visit  to  hades,  where  the  student  meets  the 
ghostly  forms  of  sines,  tangents,  stems,  roots,  forms  and 
other  elements  that  are  the  bane  of  the  average  student's 
college  life.  We  trust  it  was  only  a  dream  indeed  that 
the  faculty  of  Emory  and  Henry  are  to  be  inhabitants  of 
cheerless  Erebus. 


Do  exchange  editors  know  that  when  they  write 
"Please  Exchange"  on  a  magazine  it  is  held  to  be  first  class 
matter  and  costs  us  two  cents  per  ounce  to  get  it?  We 
have  plenty  of  money  but  do  not  consider  some  magazines 
a  bargain  at  two  cents  per  ounce.  If  you  want  the  Colle- 
gian send  us  your  magazine.     That  is  sufficient. 


The  Emory  Phoenix  for  December,  contains  a  prize 
story  on  "Mathematics  Applied."  A  country  teacher  goes 
to  Emory  College,  talks  only  of  mathematics  even  to  his 
best  girl  with  whom  he  is  desperatly  in  love;he  even  wants 
her  answer  in  mathematical  terms,  and — he  got  it!  It  was  a 
revised  version  oi pons  asinorum,  and  he  couldn't  read  it;  but 
after  behaving  himself  and  using  the  speech  of  ordinary 
mortals  for  a  year,  he  secured  an  interpretation,  crossed 
the  bridge  and  won  the  girl.  It  is  a  clever  story  and  no 
doubt  deserved  the  distinction  of  a  prize.  The  Phoenix 
always  finds  something  good. 


MTLLSAPS    COLLEGIAN.  23. 

Mammy  Ritta  is  an  intertaining-  sketch  of  an  old 
Southern  darky,  in  the  Utiivej-sity  of  Mississippi  Magazine  for 
December.  If  our  college  men  will  turn  their  attention  to 
this  field  they  will  find  material  for  much  that  is  worthy  of 
print.  Success  to  our  brother  editors  of  the  State 
University. 

Keep  Agoin'. 


Keep  right  'long*  in  the  line, 

And  ere  you're  in  your  prime 
You  shall  never  pine 

For  anything  that  will  refine; 
Keep  agoin, ' 

'Tain't  no  use  to  sit  and  whine 

When  the  weather  isn't  fine. 
Just  go  on  with  any  kind. 

Sleet  or  snow,  rain  or  shine; 
Keep  agoin.' 

Plkz  Reiiet  in  Hendrix  College  Mirror. 


24  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN. 


Happy  New  Year! 

Who  are  the  "Hyenas"  anyway? 

Everybody  went  home  Christmas. 

"I  say,  Chappie,  there  is  just  one  girl  in  the  world 
for  me." 

"Aw,  quit  exaggerating-,  you  know  there  is  not  that 
many." 

Mr.  Steven  L.  Burwell,  '00,  was  on  the  campus  a  few 
hours  last  week. 

Some  of  the  students  left  college  Xmas  and  some  came 
in,  though  the  latter  class  was  most  numerous. 

"Won't  you  come  and  go  to  Sunday  School  with  me 
my  little  man?"  asked  the  kind  lady  with   the  little  curls. 

"Hully  Gee  Nom;  Jimmie  O'Neill  is  just  been  going 
there  two  weeks  and  now  he  says  dat  he  would  rather  be 
de  president  uv  de  United  States,  dan  wear  de  champeen 
ship  belt." 

Dr.   E.    H.  Galloway,    '00,    better   known  as 
was  home   Christmas,  and  made    his  appearance  on  the 
campus  several  times. 

Mr.  W.  B.  Burwell  passed  through  on  his  way  home 
for  the  Xmas  holidays.  "Brook"  is  now  attending  the 
Kentucky  State  University. 

"Now  yer  see!"  said  the  colored  gentleman,  raising 
himself  from  the  ground  and  wiping  the  dirt  out  of  his 
mouth  aud  eyes,  "Yer  see  dats  de  way  ter  do,  when  yer 
see  a  mule  gwinter  thro  yer, git  off  like  dat. "  Good  advice 
boys. 

Mr.  Gaynes,  of  Columbia  College,  Washington,  D.  C, 
was  on  the  campus  a  few  days  with  club  mates. 

Rev.  T.  L.  Mellen  stopped  over  with  us  for  a  few 
days  on  his  way  home  from  conference. 


MILLSAPS  COLLEGIAN.  25 

Broken  an}'^  of  those  New  Year  resolutions  yet?  Bet- 
ter be  sticking  to  some  of  them.  Intermediate  exams  will 
be  here  in  about  a  week  and  you  will  need  all  you  can  get. 

Mr.  George  L.  Crosby  was  with  us  for  a  day  or  two 
after  the  holidays. 

Mr.  McCafferty,  '01,  is  in  Jackson  attending  the  legis- 
lature; he  takes  his  meals  on  the  campus  and  it  seems 
like  old  times  to  have  him  with  us  again. 

Director,  "What  made  you  put  your  hand  over  your 
mouth  when  yea  "?aiti   my  aeart  is  almost  breaking?'  " 

Stage  frightened  pupil,  "Please  sir,  that's  where  my 
heart  was." 

The  Athletic  Association  had  a  meeting  a  few  days 
ago,  and  decided  to  keep  up  the  organization,  to  open  the 
gym,  and  to  start  some  class  games  of  basket  ball.  They 
elected  the  following  ofi&cers:  Prof.  B.  E.  Young,  presi- 
dent; A.  J.  McLaurin,  vice  president;  J.  B.  Howell,  secre- 
tary; W.  L.  Duren,  treasurer.  Afield  day  committee  was 
appointed  to  arrange  for  that  occasion. 

"Look  here  waiter, "  said  the  dyspeptic  looking  stu- 
dent, "aint  we  ever  going  to  have  anything  but  eggs  and 
ham,  eggs  and  ham,  ham  and  eggs  forever?  I've  eaten 
that  now  for  three  years  and  I'd  like  a  change." 

"Naw  sir  boss,  we  ain't  gwinter  hab  dat  ter  day." 

(Springing  to  his  feet,)  "Oh  my  dear  man  you  are  so 
kind,  now  what  is  it  we  will  have?" 

"Just  ham"    (Faints.) 

On  Friday  before  last  "Beihaven"  came  out  to  what 
they  thought  was  the  Galloway  Society's  public  meeting, 
but  it  somehow  had  been  postponed.  Their  appearance 
was  quite  a  pleasant  surprise  to  those  who  were  present 
that  night.  But  their  coming  out  that  night  kept  them 
from  being  present  when  the  occasion  really  did  take  place, 
last  Friday  night.  The  subject:  Resolved,  that  the  present 
pension  system  should  be  abolished,  was  debated  by  some 
of  the  ablest  speakers  of  the  college.  The  question  was 
decided  in  favor  of  the  affirmative.  After  the  debate  the 
fraternities  entertained  the  young  ladies  in  their  halls. 
This  was  one  of  the  enjoyable  events  of  the  year. 


26  MILLS  APS   COLLEGIAN. 

Mr.  J.  R.  Countiss  was  chosen  by  the  faculty  to  rep- 
resent Millsaps  College  in  the  state  iutercollegfiate  con- 
test. This  place  is  not  an  honor  bestowed  but  an  honor 
won. 

Hamilton  Sivley,  'Ol-has  returned  from  Poughkeepsie 
N.  Y.,  where  he  has  been  taking  a  business  course. 

Last  week  the  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  elected  F.  E.  Gunter 
to  represent  them  at  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  Missionary  Confer- 
ence to  be  held  in  Toronto,  Canada,  the  latter  part  of  Feb- 
ruary. 

MihS  Fannie  Lou  Ellison,  who  teaches  elocution  and 
physical  culture  in  the  Woman's  College  of  Oxford,  Miss., 
spent  the  Xmas  holiday  with  her  mother.  Miss  Ellison 
is  a  talented  young  lady  who  knows  how  to  use  her  accom- 
plishments to  make  her  friends  happy.  We  hope  she  will 
have  longer  to  stay  next  time. 

Trade  with  our  advertisers;  they  keep  the  best 
goods. 

Some  of  the  students  went  with  the  legislature  on 
their  trip  to  Starkville  and  Columbus. 

We  are  glad  to  note  that  Messrs.  Tatum  and  Enochs 
have  recovered  from  their  spells  of  sickness  and  are  able 
to  be  on  duty  again. 

The  juniors  held  their  annual  class  election  last 
Tuesday  and  elected  the  following  officers  for  1901-1902  : 
F.  E.  Gunter,  president;  Miss  Hemingway,  vice  president; 
W.  M.  Merritt  secretary;  F.  Grant,  poet;  O.  S.  Lewis, 
orator;  A.  M.  Ellison,  athletic  manager;  and  C.  A.  Alex- 
ander, historian. 

A.  J.  McLaurin  has  gone  home  for  a  week. 

We  are  very  sorry  to  hear  of  the  death  of  Mr.  R.  E. 
Bennett's  father.  He  was  stricken  with  paralysis  about  a 
month  ago,  and  from  that  time  until  his  death,  which 
occurred  Jan.  16.  Mr.  Bennett  was  with  him.  Mr. 
Bennett  has  the  sympathy  of  every  student  in  his  sorrow. 


JACKSON,  MISS. 

IDEAL  LOCATION,  combining-  all  the  advantages  of  the 
city  with  the  healthful  conditions  and  immunities  of  the  country. 
Convenient  to  electric  car  line. 


I        i  i 


Literary  and  Law  Departments  Offer  Special  Advantages, 

FOR    CATALOGUK    ADDRESS. 

W.    B.    MURBAH,  President. 


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IMMORTAL    WASHINGTON, 


Thou  art  indeed  immortal,  Washington, 
Patriot,  soldier,  statesman  all  in  one  complete. 
Thou  art  of  freedom  truest,  noblest  son. 
In  thee  behold  all  glories  blend,  all  virtues  meet. 
If  trackless  wastes  and  wilds  must  be  surveyed 
Thy  skillful  hands  the  magic  compass  hold. 
If  wily,  haughty  France  must  be  dismayed, 
Thine  ardent  courage  dares  the  venture  bold. 
When  greedy,  tyrant  Briton  grinds  us  down, 
Thy  manly  strength  resists  the  despot's  sway. 
When  we  at  last  are  free  from  England's  crown, 
Thy  sovereign  wisdom  guides  our  untried  way. 
Within  the  hearts  of  all  thy  people  free 
Thou  art  enthroned  and  ever:-shaltbe. 

'^       J.  R.  C,  '02. 


THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

The  Story  ©f  Heart's  Ease. 


By  Lambert  Neill,  ^05. 

Bessie  and  her  sister  were  keeping  a  bachelor  flat* 
Helen  was  housekeeper  and  Bessie  worked  in  a  newspaper 
of&ce.  Helen  was  also  cultivating  a  fine  contralto  voice, 
with  the  concert  stage  as  her  ultimate  destination. 

The  first  requisite  of  a  bachelor  flat  is  that  the  occu* 
pants  shall  dedicate  themselves  to  perpetual  single  blessed- 
ness. This  Bessie  had  done,  because  her  lover  had  proved 
false,  fancying,  at  twenty-five,  that  life  held  naught  but 
work  for  her.  This  Helen  had  done  at  twenty-one,  with  a 
saucy  laugh,  because  she  preferred  a  career  to  a  husband* 
The  bread  of  independence  is  dangerously  sweet  to  a 
woman,  and  Bessie  and  Helen,  at  a  dainty  breakfast  table 
were  enjoying  theirs  to  the  full.  They  had  a  pretty  little 
home,  up  one  flight  from  the  street,  and  as  many  conven- 
iences as  could  be  crowded  into  six  little  rooms. 

Just  as  they  finished  breakfast,  they  heard  a  crash  of 
china,  and  Helen  suspected  something.  They  "had 
neighbors." 

"Goodbye,  Helen,  dear,"  called  Bessie  from  the  door, 
"don't  work  too  hard." 

''Dear  unselfish  Bessie,"  said  Helen  to  herself,  "telling 
me  not  to  work  too  hard  when  she  is  tied  to  that  miserable 
desk  from  morning  'till  night!  People  in  newspaper  oflSces 
don't  work,  they  slave  1" 

An  hour  before  it  was  time  for  Bessie  to  come  home. 
Helen  made  a  nice  custard  and  set  it  on  a  ledge  outside  the 
window  to  cool.  When  she  went  after  it,  she  was  struck 
dumb  with  amazement.  It  was  gone,  and  the  plate  in  which 
she  left  it  was  spotlessly  clean. 

The  girls  puzzled  vainly  over  the  sudden  disappear- 
ance of  the  custard.     The  kitchen  window  opened   upon 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  ^ 

the  court,  it  is  true,  as  did  two  others,  but  one  of  these 
was  their  own  and  the  others  was  too  far  away  for  any 
human  being  to  reach  across. 

Bessie  soon  forg-ot  the  incident,  but  Helen,  with  more 
time  to  think,  found  herself  thinking  of  it  in  the  midst  of 
her  vocal  exercises  which  usually  demanded  her  full 
attention.  So  she  determined  to  let  her  neighbors  know 
that  she  was  not  to  be  trifled  with,  and  spent  some  time  in 
concocting  a  name  that  would  indicate  their  complete 
independence.  So  she  tacked  a  card  on  the  outer  door: 
"Old  Maids  Flat." 

The  next  day,  returning  from  an  errand  she  noticed 
a  very  unique  inscription  on  the  opposite  door,  just  across 
the  court.  Any  one  who  came  into  the  hall  could  not  help 
seeing  the  sign,  "Bachelor  Flat." 

As  time  went  on  she  wondered  how  may  "bachelors" 
called  the  opposite  flat  home.  Some  one  left  it  in  the 
morning  about  the  time  Bessie  did,  and  a  violin  sounded 
steadily  for  about  six  hours  a  day.  There  were  two  if  no 
more. 

Their  rear  porches  joined;  and  thus  it  happened  that 
Helen  got  the  first  glimpse  of  her  neighbor.  On  glancing 
out  of  the  kitchen  window  she  saw  a  sturdy  young  man  in 
his  shirt  sleeves  stooping  over  a  basin.  She  was  inter- 
ested, for  whatever  he  was  doing,  he  was  doing  it  awk- 
ardly.  He  was  (certainly  there  could  be  no  mistake), 
washing  handkerchiefs  and  hanging  them  out  to  dry.  She 
fled  from  the  window  lest  he  might  see  her.  Deep  in  her 
heart,  unconsciously,  welled  the  impulse  of  womanly  pity. 

Helen  never  stopped  to  consider  why  she  did  things. 
Otherwise  she  would  not  have  washed  four  clean  handker- 
chiefs of  her  own  and  spread  them  out  on  the  kitchen 
window.  Neither  would  she  have  made  chocolate  creams 
and  set  them  on  the  window  ledge — ostensibly  to  harden. 
Later  when  she  went  to  the  kitchen,  she  saw  that  her 
wesson  had  had  the  desired  effect;  two  large  handkerchiefs 


4  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

clung  tightly  to  the  opposite  window  pane.  The  plate 
was  still  on  the  window  ledge,  but  the  chocalate  was  gone. 
There  was  something  else,  however;  a  bit  of  paper.  Helen 
snatched  it  up  and  read,  "Delicious,  even  better  than  cus- 
tard; many  thanks." 

Helen  Cole  was  angry.  The  color  flew  into  her  cheeks 
like  fire  and  her  blue  eyes  snapped  dangerously.  Then 
she  remembered  the  big,  brown-eyed  man  washing  the 
handkerchiefs,  and  forgetting  her  anger,  she  laughed. 

But  her  curiousity  was  fully  aroused.  There  was  no 
other  bait,  as  she  termed  it,  in  the  house,  so  she  made 
more  salad  than  was  needed  for  dinner,  and  put  a  small 
portion  on  her  window  in  her  prettiest  plate.  Then  she 
sat  down  behind  the  dining  room  curtain  to  await  devel- 
opements. 

For  nearly  half  an  hour  Helen  kept  her  weary  eyes 
on  that  plate  and  nothing  happened.  The  violin  sounded 
distinctly  in  the  front  part  of  the  other  fiat,  then  finally 
ceased.  At  last  she  saw  the  handkerchiefs  taken  with 
great  care  from  the  window.  After  they  were  folded  the 
curtain  was  not  immediately  drawn,  and  she  knew  the 
salad  had  been  seen. 

In  a  moment  the  window  opened  and  an  old  snow 
shovel  was  extended  into  the  court. 

"Well,  Ineverl"  exclaimed  Helen  to  herself. 

By  leaning  far  out  of  the  window,  her  hungry  neighbor 
easily  transferred  the  plate  from  the  window  ledge  to  the 
shovel  and  drew  back. 

"When  he  returns  that  plate,"  resolved  Helen,  "he'll 
see  me." 

She  pulled  the  curtain  aside,  and  stood  comtemplating 
the  sunset.  Presently  the  window  on  the  left  opened  and 
the  clean  plate  began  a  careful  journey  home,  via,  the 
Snow  Shovel  Express.  Helen's  eyes  must  have  com- 
pelled recognition,  for  suddenly  the  window  closed  with  a 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  5 

bang",  and  the  shovel  and  plate  fell  with  a  resounding-  crash 
into  the  court  below. 

Bessie  was  very  much  amused  by  the  incident.  "It  is 
a  pretty  story, "  she  said. 

Early  in  the  morning-  of  the  next  day  there  was  a  rap 
at  the  front  door  of  "Old  Maids  Flat."  When  Helen 
opened  it,  there  was  no  one  in  sig-ht,  but  there  was  some- 
thing- on  the  floor.  She  picked  up  a  beautiful  plate,  and 
an  envelope  which  contained  a  concert  prog-ram  and  two 
tickets.  There  was  a  sing-le  line  written  on  the  prog-ram: 
"Our  fair  neig-hbors  are  doubtless  tired  of  the  concerto, 
but  perhaps  the  remainder  will  be  more  interesting-." 

The  concerto  was  to  be  played  by  Rupert  Dalton.  "So 
that's  his  name,"  thought  Helen  smiling-. 

Bessie  was  g-lad  to  go  to  the  concert,  and  as  Helen 
often  had  tickets,  made  no  inquiry. 

The  concerto  was  played  with  a  breadth  and  a  finish 
which  filled  the  musical  Helen  with  admiration,  but  Bessie 
was  too  tired  to  notice  it,  and  the  rest  of  the  prog-ram 
entirely  escaped  her  notice. 

"Who  was  the  boy  that  played  the  concerto?"  she 
asked,  sleepily,  afterwards. 

"I  think"  replied  Helen,  smiling  in  the  dark,  "that  he 
is  the  young  man  who  lives  acoss  the  hall." 

Several  days  later  a  rap  at  the  door  startled  Helen  into 
making  a  false  note.  She  was  still  more  surprised  when 
she  saw  the  young  violinist  standing  in  the  door. 

"I  say,"  said  he  awkwardly,  "I  am  very  sorry  to 
trouble  you,  but  I  have  burned  my  right  hand,  and  I 
thought—" 

A  spasm  of  pain  crossed  his  face.  Helen,  blushing, 
but  quickly  understanding,  drew  him  inside. 

"I  have  just  the  thing  for  it,"  she  said,  "Sit  down 
please,  and  I  will  do  it  up." 

She  returned  almost  immediately  with  a  bottle,  a  linen 
bandage  and  a  roll  of  absorbent  cotton. 


6       '  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

"Papa  was  a  doctor,"  she  said,  "so  I  know  what  to  do. 
Put  your  hand  here." 

He  placed  his  hand  as  he  was  bidden  and  she  bathed 
it  with  the  liniment. 

"How  did  you  burn  it?" 

"I  turned  the  tea  kettle  over  on  it,"'  he  replied.  "It — " 
Again  the  pain  forced  him  to  be  silent. 

"I  know"  said  Helen  sympathetically,  "don't  try  to 
talk."  With  as  much  pleasure  as  the  circumstances 
would  allow,  he  watched  her  white  fingers  as  they  deftly 
bound  up  his  hand.  A  pad  of  cotton  thoroughly  soaked 
with  oil,  was  laid  upon  each  finger,  the  whole  wrapped  in 
the  nice  linen  bandage. 

"The  pain  will  last  less  than  an  hour  now,"  she  said, 
"but  I  know  it  is  very  hard  to  bear." 

The  muscles  of  his  face  twitched  again  and  she 
brought  him  three  little  tablets  and  a  glass  of  water. 

"What  am  I  to  do  now,"  he  asked. 

"You  are  to  take  this  medicine  right  now,"  she  said, 
"and  you  are  not  going  home  yet.  Go  over  to  the  couch 
and  lie  down." 

"I  want  to  thank  you"  he  said,  obeying  her  readily, 
"but  there  are  no  words  to  do  it  in.  You  are  a  little  saint, 
that's  what  you  are." 

Helen  was  embarrassed  and  turned  instinctively  to  the 
piano.     "Yes  if  you  would  please,"  he  went  on. 

She  played  and  sang  softl}^,  scarcely  looking  at  her 
listener,  knowing  that  for  an  hour  he  would  suffer  intense 
pain.  He  tried  manfully  to  be  brave,  but  his  labored 
breathing  told  a  painful  story.  Minute  by  minute  the 
hour  passed,  and  Helen  turned  to  him.  The  opiate  had 
done  its  work  and  back  among  the  pillows,  with  the  traces 
of  tears  upon  his  cheeks,  her  patient  lay  asleep. 

It  was  nearly  dark  when  he  awoke,  with  a  start  of 
self  recollection,  and  gazed  wonderingly  at  Helen. 

"It's  all  gone  isn't  it?"  she  asked  brightly. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  7 

"Yes,  thanks  to  you,  what  a  brute  I  was  to  g'o  to 
sleep." 

"You  did  exactly  the  proper  thing,"  rejoined  Helen, 
"that's  what  the  tablets  were  for." 

He  rose  to  g'o,  proud  that  he  had  met  such  a  woman. 
"You  know  what  my  name  is?"  he  began  in  some  con- 
fusion. 

"Yes,  Mr.  Dalton,  I  know — my  name  is  Helen  Cole." 

"Well  that's  a  pretty  name,  but  it  doesn't  seem 
suitable  for  an  angel."  On  saying  this,  Rupert  Dalton 
withdrew. 

Bessie  was  very  proud  of  the  quick  wit  with  which 
Helen  met  the  emergency.  They  were  talking  quietly 
after  tea  when  there  was  a  more  decided  rap  at  the  door. 
Bessie  opened  it.     There  stood  the  violinist. 

"May  I  come  in,  plase?"  he  asked. 

"Certainlv, "  replied  Bessie. 

Helen  arose  hastily  and  introduced  him   to  her  sister. 

"I  have  come  to  apologize,"  he  said  to  Helen,  "for  my 
disgraceful  behavior.  You're  a  little  trump, "  he  added, 
admiringly. 

Charlie  Dalton  shortly  appeared  in  search  of  his 
brother  and  was  invited  into  the  sacred  precincts  of  "Old 
Maids  Flat" 

"Are  you,"  he  asked  Bessie  when  he  had  heard  Helen 
call  her  name,  "the  Bessie  who  writes  for  the  News?" 

"I  am  the  guilty  person,"  she  replied. 

"Well  I  am  very  glad  to  have  an  opportunity  to  tell 
you  I've  read  your  work  the  first  thing  every  morning  for 
months.  There  is  so  much  true  worth  in  it,  and  I  find  it 
so  helpful." 

Bessie  turned  crimson  with  pleasure.  It  had  been  a 
long  time  since  anyone,  save  Helen,  had  said  an  approving 
word  of  her  work. 

"Aren't  they  jolly?"  asked  Helen  as  she  turned  out 
the  gas,  after  the  visitors  had  gone. 


8  THE   MUXSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

Bessie  assented.  She  admitted  that  they  were  jolly, 
but  was  thinking  only  of  the  grave  kind  face  of  Charlie 
Dalton. 

It  came  to  be  a  settled  thing  that  the  "Dalton  broth- 
ers" as  they  called  themselves,  should  spend  Sunday  after 
noons  in  "Old  Maids  Flat." 

There  was  an  occasional  concert  for  the  four,  and 
after  it|was  done  with,  Helen  presiding,  they  would  gather 
around  the  tea  table. 

"We  might  as  well  board  here,"  remarked  Charlie, 
*'for  we  scarcely  ever  eat  at  home. " 

"That's  what  I  think,"  replied  Rupert  and  the  two 
pretty  old  maids,  who  were  always  going  to  be  old  maids, 
became  very  gay. 

The  brothers  were  very  proud  of  each  other.  The 
elder  was  an  artist  and  Rupert  firmly  believed  that  his 
equal  had. never  been  known. 

"He  draws  beautiful  pictures"  he  said  to  the  girls  one 
evening,  and  lives  in  a  five-room  flat  with  me  for  a  house- 
maid." 

"We're  poor  too"  said  Helen. 

"We  shouldn't  be,"  returned  Rupert.  "We've  got  an 
uncle  who  is  so  rich  that  he  can't  begin  even  to  spend  his 
income.  He  believes  in  'self  made  men.'  We  are  the  only 
relatives  he  has,  and  it  seems  to  me  he  would  help  us  a 
a  little,  though'  I'd  starve  before  I'd  ask  him  for  a  penny, 
or  let  him  know  I  needed  it." 

The  winter  drew  to  a  close.  Bessie  was  promoted 
and  received  now  a  substantial  salary,  while  Charlie  won 
a  medal  over  more  than  fifty  other  artists. 

Several  days  later  when  Bessie  had  gone  to  town, 
Rupert  rushed  in  with  an  open  letter  in  his  hand,  which  he 
waved  joyously. 

"Good  nev;sl"  he  cried,  "Uncle  has  left  us  all  of  his 
fortune  and  I  can  go  to  Europe  to  study; aren't  you  glad?" 


THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  9 

Was  she  glad?  Could  she  be  glad?  No  more  joyous 
times  for  all  four  of  them  together,  no  more  concerts,  no 
more  tea  parties,  no  more  happy  pride  in  her  work,  no 
more  sympathy  in  her  failures,  no  more  pleasure  when 
she  succeeded — just  Helen  and  Bessie  to  work  out  her 
career.     "Was  she  glad? 

She  raised  her  head  proudly  and  advanced  with  hands 
outstretched. 

"Yes,"  she  said,  ''of  course  I  am  glad." 

The  tears  in  her  blue  eyes  threatened  to  overflow  and 
she  turned  aside,  half  suppressing  a  pitiful  sigh  that  did 
not  escape  him.  With  a  lover's  instinct  he  saw  his  oppor- 
tunity and  immediately  the  little  woman  was  sobbing,  as 
if  her  heart  would  break — in  Rupert  Dalton's  arms. 

"Helen,  my  darling,"  he  whispered  with  a  break  in 
his  voice,  "did  you  think  for  one  single  instant  that  I 
would  go  without  you." 

jji  *  *  >f:  *  * 

"Old  Maids  Flat"  is  a  memory  now,  and  "Bachelor 
Flat"  is  dismantled.  Across  the  blue  Atlantic  there  is  a 
neat  little  cottage  with  two  happy  people  therein,  whose 
hearts  beat  as  one,  working  hard  with  the  best  masters  in 
Europe,  loving  each  other  more  and  more  each  day  as  time 
goes  by. 

In  a  little  corner  of  one  of  our  American  cities,  Bessie 
and  Charlie  have  built  a  beautiful  little  home,  which  they 
have  named,    ^^ Heart's  Ease.'' 


'The  Egoist." 


In  the  egoist  George  Meredith  has  concentrated  all 
the  powers  of  his  wonderful  genius  for  unveiling  man  to 
the  gaze  of  man. 

The  novel  is  psychological.  It  is  a  minute  analysis  of 
the  inner  life.  There  are  no  thrilling  scenes,  by  which 
character  is  so  often  swamped  in  incident,  no   marvelous 


10  THE    MILLSAPS    COLLEGIANN. 

disclosures,  no  intricate  plot,  no  tragedy  save  that  which 
exists  in  life,  not  in  dying-.  A  record  rather  of  what  men 
and  women  think  than  what  they  do.  So  profound  is  the 
philosophy,  and  so  subtle  the  analysis  that,  were  it  not  for 
the  fresh  air  and  invigorating  scenes  of  nature,  together 
with  the  hearty,  healthful,  sensible  women,  the  run  at 
his  learned  wheels  would  become  very  tiresome  and 
monotonous. 

With  an  inherent  abhorrence  of  all  that  is  akin  to  sham, 
pretense  and  false  sentiment,  the  author  reveals  in  a  com- 
ically serious  way  free  from  all  pessimism,  the  maladies 
and  absurdties  of  human  nature. 

He  sees  that  the  social  code  fixing  the  conduct  of  sex 
to  sex  is  founded  on  sentiment,  that  the  altruisic  virtues — 
generosity,  kindness,  charit}' — are  sentimentalities  unless 
they  originate  in  the  heart.  He  sees  in  man  a  primitive 
egoism,  and  to  reveal  all  these  maladies  he  presents  on 
the  stage  in  a  philosophical  drama,  Sir  Willoughby  Patterne 
the  egoist,  rich,  handsome,  courteous  generous  lord  of 
Patterne  Hall. 

To  aid  him  in  the  revelation  of  Sir  Willoughby's 
egoism  and  sentimentality  and  to  give  us  some  encourage- 
ment for  clambering  over  the  peaks  and  crags  of  his 
philosophy,  he  introduces  Miss  Constantia  Durham  and 
Miss  Clara  Middletou,  beautiful  young  women  full  of  rich 
vibrant  life,  entirely  new  and  healthful  additions  to  the 
variety  of  heroines  in  the  English  novel. 

To  these  wealthy,  dashing  young  ladies  the  egoist 
bowed,  and  prided  himself  on  the  meagerest  attention  in 
return,  but  he  who  knows  the  egoist  knows  also  that  there 
are  some  who  bow  to  him.  Flatter}',  be  it  in  the  form  of 
praise,  admiration  or  worship,  is  his  favorite  food. 
Taltitia  Dale,  the  daughter  of  a  poor,  battered  army  sur- 
geon, meek,  delicately  pretty  and  timidly  innocent  of  the 
pretentious  world,  a  silent  victim  of  Sir  Willoughby's 
wonderful  cleverness,  is  the  worshiping  creature. 


THE    ailLLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  11 

Sir  Willoug-hby  inherits,  along  with  the  Patterne 
estate,  the  responsibility  of  perpetuating  the  proud  name 
and  directing  its  destiny  to  ultimate  greatness.  Because 
of  the  dashing  Constantia  Durham's  wealth,  fine  form  and 
bearing,  he  decides  that  she  is  the  woman  for  mistress  of 
Patterne  Hall.  True  he  admires  Taltitia  Dale  —  thinks 
her  a  paragon  of  wit  and  cleverness  because  she  has  such 
an  excellent  judgment,  knows  a  really  great  and  won- 
derful man.  But  he  is  satisfied  that  he  can  retain  her 
admiration  and  blind  devotion.  He  could  not  conceive  of 
so  clever,  so  generous,  so  attractive  a  man  as  himself  not 
being  worshipped  by  this  dainty,  blue-eyed  little 
creature  who  had  adored  only  him  from  childhood.  Besides 
she  is  really  too  unassuming  a  girl  to  be  worthy  of  so 
exalted  a  position. 

Constantia  soon  becomes  tired  of  seeing  Sir  Willoughby 
in  love  with  himself  and  escapes  by  running  away  and 
marrying  Mr.  Oxford,  a  normal  human  being  the  day 
before  that  on  which  she  was  to  have  married  Sir 
Willoughby. 

Sir  Willoughby  next  meets  Clara  Middleton,  "'the 
dainty  rogue  in  Porcelain,"  a  beautiful  girl  of  eighteen. 
Still  confident  of  his  hold  on  Taltitia's  now  old  admiration, 
he  proposes  to  Clara.  She,  flattered  by  the  idea  of  being 
loved  by  so  prominent  and  clever  a  man,  is  entrapped  by 
his  excellent  manners. 

After  they  are  engaged  the  gradual  change  of  Clara's 
regard  from  a  misconceived  liking  to  an  absolute  abhor- 
rence is  most  admirably  shown  by  scenes  life-like  in  their 
seeming  unimportance.  In  the  revelation  of  his  character 
from  close  association,  she  learns  that  he  is  a  selfish  egoist, 
dreadfully  in  love  with  himself;  that  he  isgenerousbecause 
his  money  would  obligate  those  to  whom  he  gave  it,  or  as 
in  the  case  of  Crossjay  and  his  father,  would  magnify  the 
Patterne  name;  courteous  because  it  increased  the  world's 
regard  for  him.     She  learns  that  all  of  his  talk  about  their 


12  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

being-  each  other's  eternally  was  the  sickly  animal 
speaking-  in  him  and  not  the  great  soul  of  a  sincere,  noble 
man;  that,  thoug-h  he  said  they  would  live  free  from  the  con- 
taminating- influence  of  the  world,  mutually  dependant 
upon  each  other's  love,  he  was  greedily  awaiting  for  each 
fragment  of  the  world's  praise  and  dreaded  to  think  of  its 
failing  to  do  homage  to  so  worthy  a  man  as  himself. 

Abhoring  his  animal  caresses,  his  unnaturalness  and 
egoism,  his  very  entity,  Clara  slips  away  early  each 
morning  while  nature  is  impearled  with  dew  and  fanned 
by  soft,  sweet-smelling  breezes  for  a  long  romp  with 
Cross  jay.  She  tells  Sir  Willoughby  she  cannot  love  him 
and  pleads  for  her  release.  This  failing,  she  appeals  to 
her  father.  He  thinks  her  only  ignorant  of  the  worth  of 
her  future  husband,  and  so  insists  on  the  engagement  not 
being  broken.  As  a  last  resort  she  runs  away  during  a 
heavy  storm,  intending  to  take  the  train  for  her  friends, 
but  goes  no  further  than  the  depot. 

It  is  in  Clara's  mental  agony  during  the  forced  visit  at 
Patterne  Hall  that  we  see  the  only  tragedy  of  Merideth. 
These  days  spent  in  trying  to  overcome  her  will  and 
reconcile  herself  to  what  seemed  inevitable — her  marriage 
to  Sir  Willoughby — is  a  kind  of  purgatory  Meredith  carried 
her  through  for  her  purification  and  for  her  having  prom- 
ised to  marry  a  man  for  whom  she  could  have  no  affection. 

It  is  the  influence  of  the  evil  deeds  of  the  past  over 
the  present  which  finds  its  fullest  expression  in  George 
Eliot's  novels.  Eliot  would  have  ushered  Clara  into  an 
inferno  rather  than  through  a  purgatory  by  compelling 
her  to  marry  Sir  Willoughby.  Meredith  will  go  no 
further  with  the  punishment  of  his  women,  for  he 
attributes  their  worst  features  to  man  who  is  supposed  to 
be  the  civilizer  of  women,  but  who  has  instead  been  the 
refined  savage  gloating  over  "veiled  virginal  dolls." 

Sir  Willoughby's  monstrous  selfishness  is  shown  by 
his  doing  all  in  bis   power  to  retain  the   precious  prize. 


THE   MTLLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  13 

Jealous  of  his  kinsman,  Colonel  De  Craze,  he  will  not 
release  her  trom  her  promise  unless  she  will  agree  to 
marry  his  noble  but  unpretentious  cousin,  Vernon  Whit- 
ford,  whom  he  considers  a  kind  of  charity-object  of  his 
own.  He  is  so  blinded  by  his  egoism  that  he  fails  to  see 
she  is  desperately  in  love  with  him  and  that  in  releasing 
one  miserable  prisoner  he  made  a  paradise  for  two  con- 
genial souls. 

He  has  still  never  questioned  his  power  over  Taltitia, 
so  long  lost  in  admiration  of  this  bundle  of  superfine 
excellences.  But  the  reader  can  almost  feel  the  eye 
opening  shock  when  this  now  sensible,  experienced  little 
violet  tells  him,  with  the  power  of  outraged  innocence, 
that  she  has  found  that  her  human  god  was  no  longer  an 
object  of  worship;  that  all  her  love  had  been  founded  on 
an  untrue  conception  of  his  real  character;  that  she  has 
now  been  disillusioned, and  knows  him  to  be  a  selfish  egoist, 
loving  himself  so  exclusively  that  he  cared  for  others  only 
in  so  far  as  they  cared  for  and  admired  him.  That  for 
these  reasons  she  not  would  be  his  wife. 

It  is  here  we  can  but  feel  some  pity  for  the  egoist. 
Driven  by  the  desperateness  occasioned  by  two  refusals 
and  by  the  fair  prospects  of  a  third,  he  is  found  insisting, 
pleading  with  all  the  force  of  his  wit  and  sentiment, 
employing  every  word  in  love's  vocabulary  in  order  that 
he  might  preserve  his  dangerously  threatened  pride. 
There  is  some  pathos  in  seeing  a  man  trying  to  clothe 
himself  at  the  expense  of  others,  and  in  the  effort  rob 
himself  of  every  vestage  of  his  own  apparel. 

Though  he  is  unworthy  of  Taltitia,  aside  from  a  totally 
ideal  standpoint,  we  cannot  but  feel  satisfied  that  after  his 
garb  of  pretense  has  been  torn  from  him,  and  his  char- 
acter with  all  its  defects — though  he  was  not  really  a  base 
man  in  the  common  acceptance  of  the  term — exposed,  and 
after  Taltitia  had  demanded  and  received  every 
possible  concession  thus  Oproving  who  should    rule,  she 


14  THE   MELLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

might,  with  little  inconsistency  give  herself  into  his  well 
provided  hands.  Though  there  was  lacking  that  con- 
geniality of  principles  which  is  the  cement  of  souls,  there 
was  a  congeniality  of  tastes  which  aids  wonderfully  in 
producing  happiness.  W.  F.  Cook,  '03. 

(AlSopiioinore — I^adies  man  or  nothing,  paid  Whitworth  a  visit  not  long  age 
and  those  who  read  beneath  the  lines  may  here  a  story  find.) 

"*Thev   Have  Their    Exits  and   Their 
Entrances." 

Act  I. 
A  Soph  pJwned  to  a  pretty  lass 

That  they'd  pay  to  Washington  due  respect; 
That  his  natal  day  rightly  they  would  pass. 

(The  bill^  alas,  was  ^''One  seventy,  collect.") 

Act  II. 
A  Soph,  his  lovely  maiden  greets. 

And  talks  for  hours  without  distrust. 
At  last  with  many  parting  sweets, 

He  hies  away,  for  so  he  must. 

Act  III. 
A  Soph,  so  full  of  devotion. 

Must  sing  more  than  praise  of  McGrath. 
"  Ah,"  said  he,  "  I  have  a  notion — 

I'll  help  the  Collegian  Staff." 

Act  IV. 
A  Soph  sits  down  with  face  aglow. 

He  courts  the  muse  and  pulls  his  hair. 
His  heart  is  full,  his  brain  is  slow, 

And  he  looks   with   a   vacant   stare. 

Act  V. 
A  Soph  bumf uzzled,  sorely  puzzled, 

In  disgust  said  no  vow  he'd  keep, 
"Wished  all  the  muses  were  muzzled; 

And  now  in  bed  he's  fast  asleep.  — L. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  15 

A  Ballad. 


Since  the  night  you  sent  me  from  you. 

Smarting-  'neath  your  angry  frown, 
I  have  drifted  aimless,  hopeless, 

Like  a  withered  leaf,  and  brown; 
And  tonight  I'm  sitting  lonely 

On  this  distant  rugged  shore 
Sighing,  moaning,  grieving  sadly, 

That  I  shall  never  see  you   more. 

Once  I  clasped  you  to  my  bosom; 

Once  I  lingered  near  your  side. 
Now  an  ocean  rolls  between  us. 

Dark  and  murky  is  its  tide — 
Dark  and  murky,  yet  how  peaceful 

Is  its  raging  dashing  brine. 
If  I  but  compare  its  billows 

To  what  stays  your  soul  from  mine. 

These  are  billows  all  too  fretful 

For  an  earthly  power  to  quell. 
And  no  kindly  ray  of  sunshine 

Glances  o'er  the  maddening  swell. 
I  have  asked  you  once  to  love  me; 

Once  I've  knelt  and  prayed  for  peace; 
But  tonight  the  memory  mocks  me, 

And  from  life  I  pray  release. 

Death,  O  death,  I  call  thee  fondly; 

Fondly  claim  me  for  thy  groom. 
Press  me  to  thine  icy  bosom. 

In  my  own  I'll  make  thee  room. 
Friend  I  find  thee  when  I'm  friendless, 

Kind  when  others  harshly  chide; 
Bear  me  to  the  land  of  shadows, 

Kindly  bid  me  cross  the  tide. 


16  THE   MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN 

Fare  ye  well,  ye  fading  hill  tops, 

Fare  ye  well  ye  sunset  skies; 
When  my  Bessie  calls  her  lover. 

Say  that  cold  in  death  he  lies. 
Tell  her  that  he  always  loved  her, 

That  for  her  he  pined  and  died; 
And  when  day  dawns  on  the  morrow. 

He'll  be  waiting-  t'other  side. 

^GER  Amor. 


The  Woes  of  a  Tenant. 


Coon  Grin,  Miss.,  Dec.  the  13th,  1901. 
Mr.  Dave  Jones,  Esq: 

Dear  Sir: — Your  kind  and  welcome  letter  came  to 
hand  a  fiew  days  ago.  I  was  proud  to  here  from  you,  and 
I  take  grate  plesure  in  dropping  you  a  few  lines  to  let  you 
know  that  we  have  just  had  a  turrble  syclone.  It  blode 
avi^ay  nearly  everything  on  your  place  where  I  live.  It 
blode  down  the  house  I  was  in  and  broke  my  left  leg,  and 
blode  down  another  house  on  the  place  and  blode  down  all 
the  timber  and  blode  off  all  the  fences.  It  blode  a  tree  on 
three  of  my  cows  and  killed  five  fall  pigs.  It  also  killed 
the  cat  when  the  house  blode  away.  My  cotton  is  all 
blode  out  and  scattered  in  the  tree  tops.  I  want  you  to 
come  right  away  at  once  and  see  what  about  your  rent.  I 
can't  do  anything  till  you  come  and  see  how  the  place  is 
blode  up. 

My  wife  has  newmony  and  seven  of  my  children  have 
measles.  My  dauter  Sallie  run  away  and  married  Bill 
Simpkins.  This  don't  leave  many  of  us  up  and  about  and 
I  want  you  to  help  me  some  if  you  can. 

Hoping  these  fiew  lines  will  find  you  and  your  family 
enjoying  the  same  blessings 

I  am  yours  truly, 

James  Dandy. 

P.  S.  I  cant  get  no  help  from  my  naybors  for  the 
hairkin  blode  them  up  as  bad  as  it  did  me.  J.  D. 


THE   ]MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 


17 


IN    MEMORIAM. 


"In  the  midst  of  life  we  are  in  death." 

Whereas,  our  Heavenly  Father,  in  his  infinite 
mercy  and  wisdom,  has  taken  from  us  our  friend  and 
co-worker,  James  Bascom  Phillips  that  he  might  join 
the  choir  invisible, 

Resolved,  That  we.  the  members  of  the  Millsaps 
College  Young  Men's  Christian  Association,  by  the 
death  of  our  beloved  brother,  have  lost  one  whose  fealty 
to  his  God  was  unswerving,  one  whose  faith  never 
lessened  and  whose  zeal  was  untiring. 

Eesolved,  That  such  a  life,  although  young  in 
years,  was  one  of  Christian  purity,  courage  and  manli- 
ness, and  the  world  is  better  because  of  its  hallowed 
influence. 

Resolved,  That  we  extend  our  sympathy  to  his 
loved  ones  and  kind  benefactor  and  commend  them  to 
God's  special  care. 

Resolved,  That  these  resolutions  be  placed  upon 
the  minutes  of  this  Association,  printed  in  the  Collegian 
and  a  copy  sent  to  his  bareaved  family  and  benefactor. 

r  W.  N.  Duncan, 

n^^w,,v<-        J-  B.  Howell, 
Committee  <|_j^^,gQQ^jj' 

[a.  S.  Cameron. 


iLLSARS    COLLEGiANi 


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It  is  with  inexpressible  sorrow  that  we  record  the 
death  of  our  college  comrade,  James  Boscom  Philips, 
which  sad  event  occurred  February  15,  1902,  as  the  result 
of  an  attack  of  pneumonia. 

Mr.  Phillips  spent  the  session  of  1901-02  in  the  pre- 
paratory department  of  the  College,  and  at  the  time  of  his 
death  was  a  member  of  the  Freshman  class.  In  his  college 
duties,  so  far  as  is  given  us  to  know,  he  did  his  work  con- 
scientiously and  well,  in  the  work  of  his  Literary  Society 
he  was  faithful,  for  the  honor  and  success  of  his  society 
he  was  at  all  times  becomingly  zealous,  and  he  nobly  and 
unselfishly  devoted  himself  and  his  energies  to  the  work 
of  the  Young  Men's  Christian  Association. 


MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN-  19 

But,  whatever  may  be  said  of  Phillips  in  the  various 
phases  of  activity,  and  in  the  many-sidedness  of  collegelife, 
there  is  one  element  of  his  character  which  deserves 
special  notice,  not  because  he  possessed  it,  but  that  we 
may  be  conscious  of  our  inheritance  and  our  consequent 
oblig'ation.  This  trait  of  character  was  his  modest  and 
retiring  disposition,  that  unassuming  air  which  served  to 
give  harmonious  blending  to  all  the  elements  of  his  char- 
acter. 

About  four  years  ago  Mr.  Phillips  resolved  to  devote 
himself  to  the  work  of  the  ministry  of  the  Methodist 
Episcopal  Church,  South,  and  up  to  the  time  of  his  death 
he  was  unchanged  in  his  purpose.  He  was  one  of  those 
heroic  souls  whose  battles  were  fought  and  victories  won, 
for  the  most  part  in  his  own  bosom;  but  at  times  he  per- 
mitted those  friends  who  were  closest  to  him  to  look  into 
his  inner  life.  And  these  friends  tell  us  that  nothing  con- 
nected with  his  life  was  more  beautiful  than  his  sacrifice 
and  nothing  more  pathetic  than  his  struggle  and  conflict 
— all  to  preserve  the  integrity  of  his  resolution  to  preach 
the  gospel. 

This  is  the  first  time  in  the  history  of  the  college  that 
we  have  been  thus  bowed  in  sorrow,  and  never  did  sorrow 
come  more  unexpectedly.  For  while  we  thought  of  noth- 
ing but  safety  and  the  happiness  of  tomorrow,  death  came 
into  our  midst  and  rudely  claimed  our  fellow  and  our 
friend.  Thus  we  are  called  to  remember  that,  "At  an 
hour  when  ye  think  not"  the  summons  comes.  Let  us 
make  preparation  then  for  that  supreme  call  to  the  end 
that  the  friendships  begun  on  earth  may  be  wrought  out 
in  heaven. 


In  the  beginning  of  this  new  century  there  seems  to 
be  a  great  and  growing  disposition  to  cry  down  the  club, 
and  to  destroy  that  exclusiveness  which  seems  to  be  the 
most  fascinating  feature  of  the  modern  club.  The  attack  is 
not  without  foundation. 


20  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 

Many  of  the  clubs  to  be  found  in  our  towns  and  cities 
today  are  but  means  for  hiding  the  corruption  and  lawless- 
ness of  the  men  composing-  the  order.  They  are  organized 
ostensibl}'^  for  a  noble  purpose,  and  behind  the  doors,  the 
atmosphere  is  rendered  foul  and  unwholesome  by  profanity 
and  the  fumes  of  liquor.  They  are  organized  under  the 
law,  but  in  the  wholesale  desecration  of  theSabbath  there 
is  an  utter  disregard  for  both  law  and  society.  Fostering 
as  they  do,  these  vices  and  social  evils  it  is  not  remarable 
that  there  is  such  a  tirade  against  them. 

When,  however,  we  come  to  study  the  origin  of  clubs 
it  requires  but  superficial  thought  to  reveal  the  fact  that 
they  spring  from  conditions  as  much  a  part  of  us  as  our 
dispositions.  In  the  child  we  find  an  unconscious  selection 
and  exclusion,  and  it  is  when  analyzed  but  an  embryonic 
club.  As  the  child  develops  this  state  takes  on  more  and 
more  definiteness  and  at  last  receives  a  name.  It  is  not 
the  result  of  abnormal  conditions,  the  product  of  times 
"out  of  joint,"  but  it  is  the  normal  result  of  natural  devel- 
opment. In  its  purity  it  should  be  a  revelation  of  the 
natural  affinity  of  one  soul  for  another  soul,  and  a  beau- 
tiful tribute  to  the  power  of  human  sympathy. 

So  long  as  they  proceed  in  natural  lines  they  are  not 
without  their  commendable  features.  But  when  the  foun- 
tain becomes  vitiated  then  they  are  unworthy  and  unfit 
to  exist. 

However,  to  offer  an  unqualified  protest  against  clubs 
is  like  opposing  the  current  of  human  life.  The  ill  is  con- 
stitutional and  for  that  reason  must  have  constitutional 
treatment.  So  while  we  labor  to  check  the  vicious  char- 
acter of  these  organizations,  let  us  remember  that  the 
greatest  work  is  to  be  done  with  those  whose  lives  are  still 
pure  and  unstained. 


Announcement  has  been   made  that   the   Collegiate 
department  of  Millsaps  College  will  hava  the  pleasure  of 


MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN. 


21 


contesting-  for  a  new  medal  this  year,  The  Essay  Medal. 
We  have  needed  such  a  contest  for  a  long-  time,  and  we 
hope  that  there  will  be  great  interest  manifested  in  this 
contest  and  that  the  efforts  being  made  to  secure  the  per- 
manent endowment  of  the  medal  will  be  successful.  We 
feel  confident  that  it  will  be  a  stimulus  to  the  literary 
activity  of  the  students  and  so  render  assistance  to  the 
Collegian  staff — and  this  assistance  they  sorely  need. 


22  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 


It  is  a  little  strange  that  Mr.  Cable  should  fall  in  with 
the  multitude  and  spin  us  a  historical  tale,  but  he  has,  and 
has  achieved  much  of  the  success  that  was  his  in  depicting 
Creole  life  in  New  Orleans.  The  Cavalier  is  a  thrilling, 
lively  story  of  love  and  adventure  in  the  Civil  war.  The 
story  has  a  fine  light  movement  about  it,  except  where  the 
hero  and  heroine  fall  to  pondering  over  the  welfare  of  their 
immortal  souls.  It  may  seem  a  little  out  of  place  to  bring 
such  into  a  work  of  its  kind,  but  we  can  indulge  Mr. 
Coble  in  that  because  he  succeeds  so  well  in  the  other 
parts. 

Much  of  the  action  is  in  the  guerilla  warfare  at  the 
front  where  the  characters  maj'  be  made  to  appear  and 
disappear  at  pleasure,  and  where  strange  things  may  not 
unexpectedl}-  happen.  There  are  several  very  dramatic 
scenes  in  the  book;  for  instance  where  the  dance  at 
Gilmer's  plantation  house  is  raided.  Merily  the  dancers 
are  gliding  over  the  spacious  hall  in  an  old  Virginia  reel, 
keeping  time  to  a  contraband  fiddler's  electrifying  tunes. 
Outside  thunder  and  lightning  are  sporting  savagely. 
The  company  knows  nothing  of  the  approach  of  the  enemy 
until  they  are  surrounded  by  the  soldiers  in  their  mud- 
splashed  uniforms. 

Cries  of  masculine  anger  and  feminine  afright  filled 
the  hall,  but  one  ringing  order  for  silence  hushed  all,  and 
the  dance  stood  still  with  Ned  Terry  in  its  centre.  In  his 
right  hand,  shoulder  high,  he  held,  not  his  sword,  but 
Charlotte's  fingers  lightly  poised  for  the  turn  in  the 
arrested  dance.  "Stand,  gentlemen,  every  man  is  covered 
by  two;  look  at  the  doors;  look  at  the  windows." 

The  staff  captain  daringly  sprang  for  the  front  door, 
but  Terry's  quick  boot  caught  his  instep,  and  he  struck  the 


MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN.  23 

floor  full  leng'th.  Like  lightning  Terry's  sword  was  out 
but  he  only  gave  it  a  defferential  sweep.  "  Sir,  better 
luck  next  time.  Lieutenant  Quinn.  put  the  Captain  in 
your  front  rank." 

All  of  this  is  very  fine  when  accompanied  by  an  illus- 
tration showing  the  soldiers  in  their  uniforms  but  con- 
spicuously free  from  any  sign  of  mud. 

Another  scene  typical  of  the  Civil  war  is  where  the 
Yankee  captain  lies  on  his  death-bed  in  the  old  Confederate 
mansion,  nursed  by  Carolie  Rothvelt.  Outside  a  bugle 
sounds  a  reveille.  "Being  a  soldier,"  says  the  woman,  "you 
want  to  die  like  one?" 

"Yes,  oh,  yes!  The  best  I  can.  I'd  like  to  sit  half-up 
and  hold  my  sword,  if  there's  no  objection.  I've  loved  it 
so!  It  would  almost  be  like  holding  the  hand  that's  far 
away.  Of  course  it  isn't  really  necessary,  but  it  would  be 
more  like  -  dying  —  for  my  country. "  The  captain  then 
holds  his  sword  in  his  hand  while  Carolie  sings  to  him; 
"Am  I  a  Soldier  of  the  Cross." 

The  dying  man  then  wishes  one  more  favor.  He  could 
not  speak,  but  she  understood. 

"O,  you  wouldn't  ask  a  rebel  to  sing  that,"  she  sighed, 
"would  you?" 

He  made  no  rejoinder  except  that  his  eyes  were 
insistent.  She  wiped  his  temples.  "I  hate  to  refuse  you," 
and  she  sang  for  him  the  "Star  Spangled  Banner,"  and 
the  soldiers  on  the  outside  catch  up  the  strain  and  the 
good  captain's  life  ebbs  ere  the  last  echoes  have  died 
away. 


There  is  such  a  diversity  of  opinion  m  regard  to  most 
books  that  it  requires  almost  as  much  courage  on  the  part 
of  the  reader  to  pass  open  judgement  on  one  as  it  does  on 
the  part  of  a  publisher  to  undertake  to  bring  it  out.  Such 
a  book  is  Sir  Richard  Calniady.  So  much  so  that  at  every 
table  where  it  is    discussed  it  will  find   ardent  upholders 


24  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 

and  better  down-criers;  each  one  will  have  grounds  for  his 
belief.  Richard  is  such  a  questionable  character  some 
will  think  the  good  predominant  while  others  will  be  equally- 
sure  of  the  evil. 

As  to  the  art  and  craft  of  the  book,  all  will  agree  that 
it  is  excellent.  Victor  Hugo  attempted  to  raise  a  being 
from  the  depths  and  place  him  on  a  pinnacle  in  his  Hunch 
Back  of  Notre  Dame,  but  he  fails  and  leaves  us  broken 
hearted.  But  if  we  follow  Richard  Calmady  we  will  at  last 
find  him  raised  from  his  lowness  and  breathing  a  breath 
of  purity. 

In  a  beautiful  country  stands  the  old  house  of  Cal- 
mady's.  There  is  a  strange  fatality  which  hangs  like  a 
pall  over  the  decendants  of  the  family.  Always  the  chief 
dies  young,  perishing  by  some  crimson  hand. 

Picturesque  chapters  lead  us  up  to  the  birth  of  one 
of  these,  the  unlucky  Richard.  Vvhen  a  young  man  his 
fiery  heart,  caged  in  its  dwarf  body,  breaks  out,  and  he 
falls  in  love  with  his  cousin,  who  is  vile  and  married.  He 
tries  for  a  bride  elsewhere  and  is  repulsed,  and  rushes 
on  headlong  and  heedless  into  his  gloomy  future.  His 
cousin  Helen  was  a  Catholic  of  a  horrible  type,  the  kind 
we  find  in  the  Co?7iedie  Humaine,  but  Richard,  blinded  by 
his  love,  fancies  her  perfect.  He  reaches  the  height  of 
his  desperation  Iwhen  he  curses  God  and  cries  out  that 
he  will  live  to  blaspheme  his  Maker. 

But  this  IS  not  the  end.  He  sickens  and  then  the 
upward  march  begins.  He  resigns  himself  to  his  fate, 
submits  and  believes  in  God.  We  here  in  the  book 
experience  a  tinge  of  curiosity  to  know  whether  he  will 
spend  the  remaining  years  of  his  life  in  penitence,  or 
whether  he  will  marry  and  find  the  happiness  that  some- 
time in  life  is  every  man's  portion  if  he  may  only   find  it. 

As  the  story  goes  he  marries  Honoria,  whom  we  are 
at  a  loss  to  know  how  to  judge.  She  is  certainly  both  good 
and  bad,  but  there  seems  to  us  to  be  more  good  than  the 
bad,  just  as  there  is  in  Richard.  We  know  what  to  think 
of  the  unscrupulous  Helen,    but  not  so  of  Honoria. 

As  to  the  purpose  of  the  book,  all  will  surely  find  it 
who  read  carefully  but  whether  it  would  have  been  better 
shown  by  leaving  Richard  to  live  a  life  of  single  penitence 
instead  of  living  happily  married,  is,  we  think,  an  open 
question. 


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Let  US  have  more  public  exercises  at  Millsaps.  We 
ought  to  unload  something-  on  the  public  at  least  once  a 
month.  Commencement  and  the  anniversaries  of  the 
literary  societies  are  not  sufficient.  Our  excellent  faculty 
should  be  more  used  on  the  lecture  platform  and  the  culti- 
vation of  the  histrionic  and  oratorical  talent  of  the  students 
v^ould  no  doubt  reveal  wonders.  Even  the  recent  contest 
disclosed  lung  force  undreamed  of.  There  are  distin- 
guished men  in  the  capital  city  whose  ability  to  inspire 
andinstruct  would  help  us  much  if  calledjinto play.  Demand 
will  bring  supply.  Fellow  students,  let's  have  it.  Even 
the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  can  do  much  in  this  direction. 

Millsaps  College  has  now  sufficient  buildings  for 
present  needs,  but  Jacks  many  things  in  the  way  of  equip- 
ment. Small  gifts  from  her  friends  for  specific  purposes 
can  be  used  to  great  advantage.  Who  will  contribute 
money  to  bind  the  piles  of  magazines  mouidering  in  her 
stack  room?  For  debates  and  investigations  of  current 
subjects  no  books  can  take  the  place  of  magazines.  They 
ought  to  be  bound  and  made  accessible  at  once. 

Lightning  always  strikes  the  best  conductors.  So 
does  luck.  Great  things  "happen"  to  hard  workers.  The 
discovery  of  the  principle  of  the  phonograph  could  only 
come  to  Edison  working  all  day  and  all  night  to  learn 
nature's  secrets. 

If  you  wish  to  know  the  speed  of  lightning  ask  the 
legislator  who  tried  to  kiss  his  wife  on  the  street  car  while 
the  trolley  was  off.  He  got  a  kiss  and  the  passengers  got 
a  picture. 


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MTLLSAPS  COLLEGIAN. 


Going,  g-oing,gone — jacking  and  jackersl  Let  the  man 
who  thinks  otherwise  neglect  his  work  and  try  to  jack 
through  next  examinations  at  Millsaps. 

A  great  many  tears  are  shed  after  examinations  that 
ought  to  have  been  shed  before. 

God's  providence  is  better  than  man's  prophecy — else 
we'd  have  some  awful  weather. 

When  the  sails  are  set  right  every  breeze  blows 
shoreward. 

The  stingy  man  thinks  everybody  else  should  be 
liberal. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  27 


No  magazine  has  been  read  with  more  pleasure  than 
the  Trinity  Argive.  We  congratulate  its  staff  on  the  quanity 
and  quality  of  material  sent  out.  The  departments  are 
well  edited,  the  exchange  and  editorial  pages  being  up  to 
high  water  mark.  The  poems  are  all  worthy  of  print, 
"We  Met  last  Night  as  Strangers  Meet,"  having  unusual 
smoothness  and  elegance.  The  reviews  of  Tolstoi, 
Edmund  Buarke,  and  of  the  poetry  of  William  Watson  all 
evidence  preparation  and  earnest  effort  for  literary  finish. 
"The  Career  of  Jack  Elton,  Atty.,"  is  a  pleasing  romance 
beginning  at  a  football  game  and  ending  as  all  good  stories 
should.  '"For  Lo\^e  of  Alma  Mater"  tells  how  a  bright 
but  retiring  young  man  grew  sour  on  finding  himsel 
much  alone  and  others  preferred  before  him.  He  finds  bad 
company  and  ceases  study,  but  in  an  emergency  comes 
forth  and  pitches  in  an  important  baseball  game,  winning 
a  victory  for  love  of  his  alma  mater.  Some  earnest  work 
would  keep  many  a  boy  in  love  with  his  colldge. 

Welcome  to  the  Arizona  Monthly\  It  is  as  fresh  as  a 
breeze  from  the  rockies.  The  editorials  are  better  than 
the  average, and  the  staff  of  several  older  college  magazines 
might  profit  by  reading  the  Monthly.  "Arizona  and  the 
Sugar  Problem"  is  an  excellent  paper,  showing  the  growth 
of  the  sugar  industry  and  telling  of  experiments  with  the 
sugar  beet  in  Arizona.  The  author  thinks  it  cannot  be 
profitably  grown  in  that  section  except  for  home  consump- 
tion until  transportation  facilities  are  improved.  The 
story  of  "The  United  Verde  Copper  Mine"  is  so  well  told 
that  the  reader  feels  as  if  he  had  seen  the  great  mine  and 
appurtenances.  "Selecting  a  Name"  tells  how  Phoenix 
was  christened.  E.  S.  Stafford  writes  of  the  cliff  dwellings 
and  their  relics.     Most  remarkable  of  all  is  the  discovery 


28  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

of  a  successfully  trephined  skull,  the  only  one  found  in 
North  America.  How  did  the  Cliff  Dwellers  perform  sur- 
gical operations  without  metal  tools? 

The  editorials  in  the  S.  IV.  P,  U.  Journal zx^hrx^i  but 
strong-.  "Give  me  Liberty"  is  a  good  burlesque  on 
familiar  lines  from  Patrick  Henry,  Webster  and  Mark 
Anthony,  which  have  served  duty  some  thousands  of 
times  as  college  declamations.  Surely  we  have  earned  a 
rest!  "On  a  Runaway  Train"  is  a  thrilling  story  of  adven- 
ture. The  verses  of  "Uncle  George"  have  a  sparkle 
which  suggests  ability  to  accomplish  more  serious  wOrk. 
We  acknowledge  the  justice  of  the.  JournaPs  criticism;  but 
what  are  we  to  do  with  a  printer  who  devotes  no  more 
attention  to  tne  arrangementof  paragraphs  than  to  the 
anatomy  of  pollywogs? 

Jim  Larkins'  secret  in  the  E7?iory  and  Henry  Era  is  a 
clever  bit  of  romance.  Three  college  mates  go  to  Cali- 
fornia in  search  of  gold.  Jim  meets  the  idol  of  other  days 
accompanying  her  father  to  the  west,  disguised  as  a  boy. 
His  love  is  renewed  and  her  heart  is  won.  But  meantime 
one  of  his  companions  has  turned  thief  and  traitor  and 
also  loves  the  girl,  swearing  that  she  and  Jim  shall  never 
marry.  To  prevent  it  he  murders  her  and  flees  the 
country,  but  is  finally  overtaken  in  Mexico  and  slain  by  the 
companion  whose  life  he  had  wrecked. 

What  is  the  matter  with  Tulane  Magazine?  It  has  but 
one  editorial,  not  much  matter,  and  no  departments.  The 
ballad,  "My  Own,"  is  one  of  the  best  poems  of  the  past 
month,  but  we  wish  our  neighbor  on  the  south  may  soon 
see  better  days. 

Tlie  University  of  Virginia  Magazine  suggests  that  in 
case  Oklahoma  and  the  Indian  Territory  are  admitted  as 
one  state,  it  be  called  Jefferson,  for  the  illustrious  pro- 
moter of  the  Louisiana  Purchase.     We  vote  "Ayel" 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  29 

"My  Cinderella"  is  the  choicest  article  in  the  January 
Randolph  Macon  Monthly.  The  finding-  of  a  lost  slipper 
leads  to  a  dance,  a  courtship,  a  marriage,  and  "happiness 
ever  afterward."     '"Sketches" are  entertaining. 

r~  Separate  buildings  will  be  erected  at  the  University 
of  Chicago  for  the  accommodation  of  women.  It  looks  like 
"good-bye  to  the  co-eds."  A  strong  influence  favors  shut- 
ting them  out  of  the  University  of  Mississippi. 

The  Mississippi  College  Magazine  has  but  one  prose 
article  and  one  poem.  The  departments  are  improving. 
Let  the  students  rally  to  the  support  of  the  editors  and 
they  will  be  proud  of  their  magazine. 

The  M.  S.  U.  Independent  gets  out  a  valentine  number 
full  of  matter  suited  to  the  season,  mainly  interesting  to 
local  readers. 

If  a  cat  doth  meet  a  cat  upon  the  garden  wall, 

If  a  cat  doth  greet  a  cat,    O  need  they  both  to  squall? 

Every  Tommy  hath  his  Tabby  waiting  on  the  wall. 

And  yet  he  welcomes  her  approach  with  an  unearthly  yawl. 

And  if  a  kitten  wish  to  court  upon  the  garden  wall. 

Why  don't  he  sit  and  sweetly  smile,  and  not  stand  up  and 

bawl, 
And  lift  his  precious  back  up  high  and  show  his  teeth  and 

moan, 
Asif  'twere  colic  more  than  love  that  made  that  feller  groan. 

—  Unique, 

Mary  had  a  little  mule. 
It  followed  her  to  school; 
That  was  against  the  rule, 
The  teacher,  like  a  fool, 
Got  behind  that  mule 
And  hit  him  with  a  rule; 
After  that  there  was  no  school. 

— Davidson  College  Magazine, 


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THE  MILLLAPS   COLLEGIAN 


A  little  naked  African 

Sat  by  the  river  Nile, 
While  watching  in  the  stream  below 

Was  a  hungry  crocodile. 

The  crocodile  said  softly, 

From  the  shadow  of  the  trees: 
"I'd  like  a  little  dark  meat, 

Without  dressing,  if  you  please. 

— Ex, 


THE   BULLSAPS   COLLEGIAN  31 


"There's  nothin'  doin'." 

Mr.  G.  R.  Rodman  of  Frankfort,  Ky.,  was  out  to  see 

club  mates  at  Millsaps  College  during  the  past  week.     He 
is  a  graduate  of  Perdue  University,  class  of  '98. 

The  greatest  hit  of  the  season  is  to  be  the  lick  that 
knocks  out  Fitzsimmons. 

Mr.  A.  J.  McLaurin  has  left  college,  and  is  now 
working  with  a  broker  in  Vicksburg.  Mr.  McLaur  npays 
us  a  visit  every  now  and  then. 

Boarding  house  student — See  here,  waiter,  this  water 
is  not  fit  to  drink;  it's  muddy  and  warm. 

Waiter — Now,  sir,  boss,  dat  ain't  yer  watter;  dat's 
yer  coffee. 

Mr.  D.  C.  Enochs  has  recently  elected  to  fill  a  vacancy 
in  the  commencement  debate  caused  by  the  absence  of 
Mr.  McLaurin. 

Several  of  the  boys  went  down  to  Brookhaven  to  hear 
a  debate  at  Whitworth  college.  They  report  having  had  a 
great  time. 

Mrs.  Murrah  has  been  very  sick  the  past  week,  but  is 
now  on  the  way  to  recovery. 

Mr.  B.  Z.  Welch  has  been  called  home  on  account  of 
the  sickness  of  his  father. 

Mr.  W.  F.  Cook  has  been  quite  sick  for  the  past  week, 
We  sincerely  hope  that  he  will  be  able  to  be  out  again  in  a 
few  days. 

What  do  you  think  of  this  for  a  masterpiece  ?  An  old 
man  from  the  wilds  of  Louisiana  handed  it  to  us.     He  is 


32  THE   MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN 

considered   quite   a  poet   "in  his  own    country",   which 
speaks  highly  for  him : 

Do    tell! 

At  Cooper's  Wells 

Last  Saturday  nig-ht 

Jim  Cox  had  a  fight. 

He  hit  Sam  Vick 

With  a  stick 

In  the  face. 

O,  what  a  disgrace  1 

After  the  public  reception  in  the  house  of  representa- 
tives Mrs.  Davis  held  a  short  reception  with  the  members 
of  the  Kappa  Sigma  fraternity,  whose  badge  she  wears, 
her  husband  and  son  having  belonged  to  that  organization- 
Miss  Mary  Stockman,  of  Natchez,  who  has  been  the 
exceedingly  attractive  guest  of  the  Misses  Holloman, 
visited  the  campus  several  times  with  MisslMaryHolloman. 

During  the  month  the  Freshman  and  Sophomore 
classes  had  a  "tug  of  war."  The  "Freshies"  out-pulled 
the  "Sophs"  three  out  of  three.  The  rope  broke  four  times 
and  the  ground  flew  up  to  meet  about  75  boys. 

Mr.  F.  E.  Gunter  has  left  for  Toronto  to  represent 
the  Millsaps  Y.  M.  C.  A.  in  the  inter  national  convention. 
On  his  way  Mr.  Gunter  will  take  in  Chattanooga,  Cin- 
cinnatti,  Buffalo  and  a  few  other  cities. 

The  Athletic  Association  held  a  meeting  the  other  day 
ctnd  drew  up  a  constitution,  appointed  committees,  etc. 
Mr.  C.  M.  Simpson  was  elected  vice  president  in  Mr,  A.  J. 
McLaurin's  place. 

On  March  28th  the  Galloway  and  Lamar  Societies  will 
hold  a  public  debate  in  the  chapel.  The  question  is : 
"Resolved,  That  Cuban  reciprocity  should  be  allowed  by 
Congress."  It  will  be  debated  on  the  aflarmative  side  by 
Messrs.  W.  A.  Williams,  W.  L.  Duren  and  W.  L.  Duncan 


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of  the  Galloway,  and  on  the  neg-ative  by  Messrs.  H.  L. 
Clark,  C.  Potter  and  A.  Thompson  of  the  Lamar. 

On  February  15  Mr.  J.  B.  Phillips,  of  Senatobia,  Miss., 
died  of  pneumonia.  He  had  been  in  college  two  years, 
was  a  good  student  and  had  many  warm,  personal  friends 
who  will  miss  him  very  much.  His  remains  were  carried 
to  Coldwater  for  burial. 

The  essay  medal  to  be  given  this  year  adds  a  new 
feature  to  our  college  contests.  There  promises  to  be  a 
hotly  contested  race  for  the  new  prize,  and  so  every  man 
may  enter  with  the  assurance  that  the  medal  will  be 
awarded  under  conditions  that  will  reflect  the  greatest 
possible  credit  upon  the  winner. 


34  THE  MILLSAPS  CGLLEGIAN 

Lamar  Literary  Society  Notes. 


January  17th  the  society  met,  the  President,  D.  C. 
Enochs  in  the  chair.  The  question,  "Resolved,  That  the 
Republican  party,  during  'its  existence  has  done  more 
towards  elevating-  the  United  States  to  its  present  state  of 
greatness  than  the  Democratic  party,  during  its  exis- 
tence," wasably  discussed.  The  judges  gave  their  decision 
in  favor  of  the  affirmative. 

This  being  the  last  meeting  of  the  second  quarter, 
the  society  went  into  the  election  of  officers  for  the  third 
quarter,  with  the  following  result :  J.  B.  Howell,  Presi- 
dent; A.  S.  Cameron,  Vice  President;  H.  V.  Watkins, 
Recording  Secretary;  G.  R.  Noble,  Corresponding  Secre- 
tary; H.  L.  Austin,  Critic;  J.  M.  Weatherby,  Censor;  L. 

F.  Barrier,  Door  keeper;  A.  M.  Ellison,  Monthly  Orator. 

On  account  of  intermediate  examinations  the  society 
adjourned  to  meet  Feb.  14. 

February  14th  the  Society  met,  the  president  in  the 
chair.  This  being  the  first  meeting  of  the  third  quarter 
the  retiring  president,  D.  C.  Enochs  made  a  short  speech, 
which  was  full  of  advice,  and  was  enjoyed  by  all  present. 
J.  B.  Howell  was  then  installed,  and  on  taking  the  chair, 
argued  in  a  few  choice  words  that  we  should  maKe  this 
quarter  the  brightest  in  the  histor}'  of  the  Society.  The 
other  officers  were  then  installed. 

One  of  our  commencement  debaters,  Mr.  A.  J,  Mc- 
Laurin,  having  left  school,  the  Society  elected  D.C.Enochs 
to  fill  his  place. 

Feb.  21st  the  Society  met,  J.  B.  Howell  in  the  chair. 
The  question,  Resolved,  That  the  Republican  Form  of 
Government  is  Permanent,  was  warmly  discussed,  the 
affirmative  winning. 

The  Lamars  challenged  the  Galloway  in  joint  debate. 
The  committee  arranged  March  28  for  the  debate;  ques- 
tion, Resolved,  That  Cuban  receprocity  should  be  allowed 
by  Congress. 

J.  B.  Howell,  Pres. 

G.  R.  Nobles,  Cor.  Sect. 


JACKSON,  MISS. 

IDEAL  LOCATION,  combining  all  the  advantag-es  of  the 
city  with  the  healthful  conditions  and  immunities  of  the  country. 
Convenient  to  electric  car  line. 


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MISUNDERSTANDINGS. 


By   C.  A.  Alexander,    'oj. 
CHAPTER  I. 

"Come  in." 

And  in  answer  to  Jack  Ford's  invitation,  a  well  built 
man  of  about  twenty  stepped  into  the  room. 

The  room  was  like  all  college  dormitory  rooms  we 
have  seen, with  kodak  pictures  all  over  the  walls  and  books 
and  papers  always  kept  in  the  usual  tidy  (?)  manner;  as 
for  the  men,  one  was  a  junior,  and  the  other  a  senior,  and 
they  both  looked  as  much  alike  as  you  and  your  reflection. 

"Hello  Tot;  have  a  cig-ar,  old  fellow;  there's  a  chair. 
How  is  everything?  Say,  by  the  way,  have  we  ever  gotten 
an  answer  from  Bert  Campbell  in  regard  to  his  joining 
our  frat?" 

"Yep,  saw  him  today.  He  says  he  doesn't  know 
whether  he  will  come  back  next  year  or  not,  he  wants  to 
go  to  South  Africa  and  fight  with  the  Boers;  his  father  has 
said  that  he  may  go  and  he  wants  to  go.  If  'Kid'  would 
come  back  next  year  and  then  go,  it  would  be  alright,  but 
no,  he  has  his  head  set  on  going  this  summer.  He's  a 
prep  you  know, "  said  Roy  Sims,  settling  himself  before 
the  fire  and  taking  long  pulls  at  his  cigar  between  sen" 
tences. 

"Well!  Well!"  exclaimed  Jack,  "Why  Kid  wants 
to  leave  his  home,  parents  and  sisters,  and  go  away 
over  in  Africa  to  scrap  and  may  be  get  shot,  is  more  than 
I  can  understand.     Well,  I  graduate  this  year,  but  if  he 


2  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

does  come  back,  you  be  sure  to  'nab'  him.  I  say,  Tot, 
Kid  has  the  prettiest,  sweetest,  nicest  sister  I  ever  saw, 
and  between  you  and  I,  Tot,  I  am  engaged — " 

"Youl  you,"  interrupted  Roy,  "you  engaged  to  Helen 
Campbell?    Why,  Jack,  she  has  my  ring  and — " 

It  was  Jack's  time  to  gasp,  and  he  certainly  fulfilled 
that  duty.  Had  Helen  only  been  flirting  with  him?  Was 
it  all  a  dream?  Wouldn't  he  like  to  kick  Roy?  All  these 
questions  entered  his  head  (the  last  one  passed  through) 
and  his  face  was  as  red  as  his  necktie.  Roy,  noticing  his 
advantage  proceeded: 

"Why  yes,  Jack,  didn't  you  know  that?" 

But  Jack  was  silent. 

"Jackl" 

No  answer. 

Roy  sat  looking  into  the  fire,  steadily  smoking,  and 
smoking,  and  once  in  a  while  casting  a  glance  at  Jack,  all 
the  while  a  smile  playing  around  his  lips.  Presently  he 
rose  and  left  the  room  leaving  Jack  with  his  thoughts. 

Was  it  possible  that  Roy  had  "cut  him  out"  without 
his  knowing  it,  or  was  Roy  teasing  him?  Jack's  thoughts 
went  from  one  conclusion  to  another.  He  sat  pondering 
thus  smoking  (six  cigars,  I  believe  it  was,  though  that  is 
immaterial)  until  the  supper  bell  rang  when  he  arose  and 
hitting  the  table  with  his  fist,  exclaimed  aloud; 

"I'll  settle  this  thing  this  very  night,you  see  if  I  don't 
Mr.  Simms?" 

After  supper  he  dressed  himself  in  his  swellest  and 
proceeded  to  the  Campbell  residence. 

"Why  hello,  Jack,  come  right  into  the  library  here 
where  we  won't  be  molested.  Why  on  earth  are  you  so 
cold?  You  act  as  if  your  best  friend  was  dead,"  she 
after  ten  minutes  which  seemed  years  to  Jack. 

"Well,  she  is  dead,  that  is  as  good  as  dead  to  me." 

"Who  is  it  Jack?"  feeling  guilty. 


THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  3 

"Who  is  it?  Yes,  you  pretend  very  prettily  I  must 
say." 

"Oh,  Jack  it  was  nothing.  Oh  wont  you  believe  me 
Jack?  really  we — I — it  was  nothing,"  she  said  slipping  her 
hand  into  his. 

Jack  felt  easier.  "Jack,  I  intimated  to  papa  about  us 
today,"  said  the  sweetest  of  voices  from  a  heap  of  sofa 
cushions. 

"Did  you  dear?  (All  doubt  expelled.)  What  did  he 
say?    Didn't  like  the  idea,  I  suppose." 

"No-o-o.  Well  yes  from  what  he  says  Jack;  and  you 
know  mama's  for  us." 

Jack  was  looking  hard  to  see  what  that  was  on  that 
finger  of  the  left  hand,  but  she  had  it  hid  in  the  cushions. 
Once  he  had  attempted  to  take  that  hand  too,  but  no,  one 
was  enough  she  thought. 

Jack  left  at  a  late  hour  that  night  and  at  the  front 
door: 

"Do  you  love  me  Helen?" 

"Yes,  Jack,"  she  said. 

And  he  leaned  over  and  kissed  her  and  was  gone. 


CHAPTER  n. 

At  half  past  twelve  the  low,  but  startling  sounds  of 
the  fire  alarm  awoke  Jack  who  sprang  to  the  window. 

"My  God!  The  town  is  burning  up,"  he  exclaimed 
under  his  breath  as  he  saw  towards  town  the  dark^smoke 
and  flames  leaping  into  the  now  reddened  sky. 

Springing  across  the  hall  he  awoke  Roy. 

"Roy!  Roy!  Get  up  quick;  there  is  a  big  fire  in  town 
in  the  direction  of  her  house!     Let's  go." 

And  in  less  than  five  minutes  one  might  have  seen  two 
men  running  at  utmost  speed  in  the  direction  of  the  blaze. 

Roy  was  first  to  speak:  "Reckon  it's  her  house?" 

"It's  in  that  direction  Roy,  I'm  afraid  it  is,"  answered 
Jack. 


4  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

Both  men  were  silent  except  for  their  deep  breathing, 
until  they  came  within  sight  of  Mr.  Campbell's  house 
wrapped  in  flames.  Both  sprang  forward  under  a  common 
impulse  and  ran  at  their  best. 

As  Jack  ran  he  could  see  in  the  glare  of  the  light  and 
among  the  excited  crowd  the  figure  of  a  woman  rushing 
about  wringing  her  hands,  and  whom  he  recognized  as 
Helen. 

Clenching  his  teeth,  he  sped  on  faster  with  his  eye  on 
the  excited  crowd.  Amid  the  din  of  voices  and  the  roar 
of  the  fire  he  could  hear  the  crys:  "Bring  the  ladder!  Its 
the  second  floor  on  fire!  Water!  Ladders!  There  she 
is,  oh  save  her!"  And  looking  he  saw  a  form  at  the  window 
of  a  little  girl,  and  by  this  time  he  was  close  enough  to 
see  that  the  girl  was  little  Mary  Campbell.  Just  as  they 
came  up  to  the  burning  building  the  Hook  and  Ladder 
charged  up. 

The  fire  was  in  the  second  floor  and  burning  on  the 
outside  so  fiercely  that  no  one  could  go  closer  than  fifty 
feet  of  the  flames.  In  a  window  of  the  third  floor  was 
little  Mary  Campbell  white  with  fear  and  screaming 
for  help. 

Before  anyone  knew  what  had  happened  a  big  strong 
man  grabbed  a  ladder  off  the  truck  as  it  came  up,  and  like 
a  flash  put  it  to  window  and  climbed  up  through  the  flame 
bringing  the  little  girl  safely  to  the  ground  by  wrapping 
his  coat  around  her. 

When  Roy  (for  it  was  Roy)  reached  the  ground  Helen 
ran  to  him  and  throwing  her  arms  around  him  buried  her 
face  on  his  shoulder  and  wept. 

In  a  moment  they  were  walking  toward  a  nearby 
house,  Roy  carrying  the  little  girl  in  his  arms  and  Helen 
walking  at  his  side  crying,  and  as  they  passed  Jack  in  the 
crowd  he  heard  her  sob: 

"Oh  dear,  I  dont  know  how  to  thank  you,  y-you-you 
a-are  so  good  and  noble,  and  I  love  you  so  much  more  for 
it  dear* '' 


THE   MILLSAPS    C0LL«OIAN 


CHAPTER   m. 


As  far  as  the  building-  was  concerned  all  was  a  com- 
plete loss,  but  it  was  heavily  insured.  Mr.  Campbell  and 
family  left  town  on  the  morning  train  for  a  town  not  far 
away  where  one  of  their  relatives  lived  to  stay  until  the 
house  could  be  rebuilt. 

As  for  Roy  he  soon  left  for  New  York  to  have  his 
eyes  treated,  for  they  had  been  injured  in  the  fire. 

Jack  was  so  blue  that  he  "cut"  nearly  all  of  his  recita- 
tions for  a  month.  He  never  wrote  to  Helen,  of  course, 
and  he  never  had  anything  to  say  to  Bert,  consequently 
he  never  knew  what  went  on  between  Roy  and  Helen, 
nor  did  he  care  to  know.] 

When  commencement  came  Jack  graduated  without 
honors,  and  leaving  school,  he  roamed  about  from  town  to 
town  and  finally  took  a  steamer  for  Liverpool;  in  his  des- 
pair he  wandered  to  London  and  stopped  at  a  hotel. 

Next  morning  he  started  out  on  a  walk  about  the 
city,  trying  to  expel  all  thoughts  of  her.  After  he  had 
gone  about  a  mile  he  came  upon  a  crowd  congregated 
around  the  front  of  a  house,  and,  through  curiosity,  went 
over  to  see  what  the  excitement  was  about. 

In  the  middle  of  the  crowd  he  saw  a  sign: 


VOLUNTEERS  WANTED 

To  Serve 

In 

SOUTH  AFRICA. 


An  idea  struck  him,  and  going  in,  he  volunteered  in 
the  21st  Hussars.  Jack  was  determined  to  forget  Helen 
and  he  thought  this  to  be  the  best  means. 

During  the   month   that  followed   his  enlistment,  he 


6  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

formed  many  friends  in  his  company  and  regiment  and 
attracted  the  attention  of  many  by  his  strong  and  graceful 
form  and  his  determination  to  get  the  drilling  medal  on 
the  day  they  were  to  leave. 

The  day  arrived  for  them  to  board  the  steamer  for 
South  Africa,  and  from  the  expression  on  Jack's  deter- 
mined face  no  one  would  ever  have  thought  that  he  had 
volunteered  for  any  other  purpose  than  fighting  for  the 
Queen. 

The  soldiers  fell  into  line  that  bright  morning  and 
wheeling  around  marched  to  the  dock  where  they  boarded 
the  big  ocean  steamer  all  draped  with  flags.  After  many 
goodbyes  and  waving  of  handkerchiefs  the  old  steamer 
glided  slowly  to  sea  and  they  were  off. 


CHAPTER   IV. 

The  troops  were  hastened  to  the  front  as  soon  as  they 
landed. 

Their  colonel  had  received  an  order  to  march  imme- 
diately to  the  relief  of  the  troops  at  Spion  Kopje  and  they 
lost  no  time  in  starting. 

The  thought  'of  being  in  a  real  fight  sent  a  thrill 
through  Jack  and  he  was  determined  to  do  his  best  regard  - 
lessof  circumstances. 

In  about  four  hours  they  arrived  at  the  scene  of  action; 
the  dense  smoke  almost  hid  the  troops  but  through  all 
this  Jack  could  bee  that  the  British  troops  were  retreating 
down  the  kopje  while  the  continous  cracking  of  rifles 
from  the  top  and  the  deep  roar  of  the  cannon  told  him 
that  the  little  valley  in  which  the  British  were  trying  to 
rally  their  men  was  a  valley  of  death  itself. 

Presently  a  horseman  rode  up  quickly,  whispered 
something  to  the  colonel  and  was  gone.  The  colonel  rais- 
ing himself  in  his  stirrups,  turned  to  his  men  and  said: 
"Men,  the  battle  is  going  hard  with  us;  it  all  depends  on 
our  regiment.     We  are  going  into  the  very  jaws  of  death 


THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  7 

itself  but  we  are  fighting  for  England  and  I  know  you  will 
uphold  her  colors. "  A  general  murmur  of  assent  went 
down  the  lines. 

"Attention!  Fix  bayonets!  Column  right,  forward 
march,  double  quick!"  yelled  the  colonel,  and  like  a  snake 
the  lines  crept  off  to  the  back  of  the  enemy  and  started  up 
the  kopje  at  a  fast  gait. 

Jack  was  in  one  of  the  front  rows  and  saw  everything 
that  went  on;  when  the  regiment  got  half  way  up  the  kopje 
the  Boers  opened  fire  on  them  from  a  thicket  and  men 
began  to  fall  on  all  sides. 

Suddenly  a  tremendous  explosion  went  off  to  their 
right  and  then  Jack  saw  that  the  Boers  had  watched  their 
movements  and  had  sent  a  detachment  to  cut  them  off. 
At  the  first  volley  the  British  soldiers  fell  in  heaps,  and 
among  them  their  colonel;  the  troops  fell  back  in  disorder 
and  all  the  time  the  Boers  poured  their  messengers  of 
death  into  the  ranks  from  their  position  in  the  thicket. 

Jack  seeing  the  colonel  fall  grabbed  the  flag  from  a 
retreating  standard-bearer  as  he  passed  and  waving  it 
above  his  head  commanded  at  the  top  of  his  voice:  "Rally 
men!  In  the  name  of  the  queen  I  command  you  to  charge!''^ 

The  soldiers,  seeing  Jack's  stalwart  form  so  calm 
midst  the  flying  bullets  and  waving  the  flag  and  encour- 
aging the  troops,  they  turned  and  with  cheers  followed 
the  men  across  a  space  of  about  fifty  yards  right  over  into 
the  thicket. 

A  terrible  hand  to  hand  fight  ensued  and  above  the 
din  of  battle  could  be  heard  the  pitable  wails  of  those 
dying;  some  for  liberty  and  home,  others  for  the  crown. 

As  soon  as  Jack  entered  the  woods  a  Boer  stepped  out 
from  behind  a  tree  and  rushed  into  the  dense  smoke  crying 
to  his  comrades  to  follow,  made  straight  for  Jack.  In  the 
Boer's  left  hand  was  held  a  flag  and  in  the  other  a 
pistol;  when  he  was  within  ten  feet  he  raised  his  revolver, 
aimed  it  deliberately  at  Jack  and  pulled  the  trigger,  but  it 


8  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

snapped.  Throwing-  it  down,  he  drew  his  sword  the 
momentlJack  drew  his  and  a  terrific  combat  ensued,  both 
thrusting-'and  cutting-  as  fast  as  they  could. 

Finally  Jack  stabbed  his  antagonist,  and,  with  a  groan 
throughihis  clenched  teeth,  he  fell  to  the  ground;  but,  as 
he  fell  he  dealt  a  blow  which  brought  Jack  down  beside 
him.  And]|there  they  lay,  side  by  side,  the  flag  of  each 
making  for  him  a  cover. 


CHAPTER    V. 

Everything  faded  before  Jack's  view  and  he  remained 
unconscious  for  some  time. 

When  finally  he  regained  his  consciousness  he  lay 
on  his  back  in  a  dazed  condition  with  the  flag  over  his  face, 
listeningl^^to  the  rattle  of  musketry  away  down  in  the 
thicket;  then  he  knew  that  his  regiment  had  won,  and  that 
they  were  carr3dng  the  Boers  before  them. 

His  head  felt  twice  its  natural  size  and  the  pain  was 
intense. 

Presently  he  heard  some  one  calling  and  groaning  as 
if  at  some  distance: 

"Ohl  How  I  suffer!  My  God!  How  I  suffer!  O,  water, 
water!" 

In  a  moment  Jack  came  to  realize  that  it  was  the  Boer 
whom  he  had  wounded  and  turning  his  head  with  the 
greatest  difficulty,  he  looked  over  at  the  Boer,  He  was 
also  lying  on  his  back  with  the  flag,  all  tattered  and  torn, 
lying  across  his  face  and  body. 

Still  the  wail  and  cry  for  water  went  on.  Jack  noticed 
that  the  fellow  had  a  girlish  voice  but  he  was  too  weak  to 
move, 

Gradually  his  strength  came  back  to  him  and  reaching 
out  his  hand  he  removed  the  flag  from  the  form  of  the 
wounded  Boer.  "Heavens!"  he  exclaimed,  "its  a  young 
boy."  And  then  just  above  a  ghastly  wound  he  beheld  the 
badge  of  his  fraternity;  glancing  up  at   the  pale,  haggard 


THECOLLEGIAN  MILLSAPS  ^ 

face  of  the  lad,  Jack  recognized  Bert!  With  a  cry  Jack 
leaned  over,  and,  brushing  the  hair  from  the  boy's  pale 
forehead,  he  kissed  him  and  fell  back  into  a  trance. 

Presently  he  awoke.  The  cries  from  Bert  were 
growing  fainter  and  fainter.  Jack  raising  himself  upon 
his  elbow  and  being  half  delinors  cried:  "Oh,  Bert!  Bert- 
Is  it  possible?  Can  it  be  possible  that  I  have  killed  you? 
Oh,  please  don't  groan  so,  will  you?  Yes,  I  have  killed 
him!  Yes!  No,  it  wasn't  me!  Yes  it  was  too!  I  have  killed 
her.  Oh  my  God!  I  have  killed  herP''  And  leaning  over, 
he  put  his  arms  around  the  brave  suffering  boy  and  show! 
ered  him  with  kisses. 

Then,  regaining  consciousness,  he  remembered  his 
canteen,  and  reaching  for  it  he  held  it  to  the  boy's  lips. 
He  took  two  or  three  swallows  and  then  opening  his  eyes 
he  glanced  over  at  Jack  without  recognition.  A  sweet 
smile  lit  ap  his  features  and  he  exclaimed:  "Oh  I  knew 
you  would  do  it  mother.  Dear  mother,  come  here  and 
bathe  my  side,  I  suffer  so!  Oh,  mother,  you  seem  so  far 
off.     Yes,  I  am  going  back  now,  kiss  me  goodbye." 

Jack  turned  his  head  away  and  the  tears,  mixed  with 
the  flow  of  blood,  fell  from  his  cheeks.  Then  turning,  he 
undid  the  boy's  coat  and  tearing  his  own  shirt  he  dressed 
the  wound  as  best  he  could  and  gave  the  boy  the  rest  of 
the  water  in  the  canteen. 

Bert  gradually  came  to  consciousness,^and  the  reader 
can  imagine  the  scene  which  followed  the  boy's  recognition 
of  Jack. 

An  old  Boer  farmer  who  lived  near  by  and  who  had 
come  over  to  view  the  scene  of  carnage,  seeing  the  youth 
fulness  of  the  two  men's  faces  and  especially  the  hand- 
some face  of  Jack,  his  heart  went  out  to  them  and  he 
carried  them  over  to  his  farm  house. 

His  wife  waited  on  them  day  in  and  day  out  and  but 
for  the  careful  attention  she  gave  them,  Bert  would  cer- 
tainly have  died. 


IP  THE    MTLLSAPS    COLLEGIANN. 

When  Bert  had  recovered  sufficiently  to  talk,  after 
frequent  requests  the  lady  let  him  talk  just  a  little.  Bert 
had  long-ed  for  this  hour.    Jack  spoke. 

"Bert,  how  was  your-your-er-father  when  you  left?" 
This  wasn't  what  Jack  intended  to  say. 

Bert  saw  the  hesitation,  however,   and  understood  it. 

"Jack, "  he  began  deliberately,  "you  have  made  the 
biggest  mistake  of  your  life  and  you  have  acted  a  fool 
through  it  all  too.  It  was  all  a  mistake  at  the  fire;  Helen 
loves  you — " 

"What?  Loves  me?  O  you  are  mistaken.  She 
couldn't—" 

"Just  wait  until  I  finish  now,  and  then  have  your  say" 
demanded  Bert  with  a  smile. 

"When  Sister  saw  Roy  Sims  rescue  Mary  she  thought 
it  was  you — " 

"But—" 

"Now  waiti — And  when  she  found  out  her  mistake 
and  saw  your  mistake  and  the  way  you  treated  her,  she 
used  to  go  to  her  room  and  cry  by  the  hour.  No  one  knew 
exactly  what  was  the  matter  with  her  until  I  got  ready  to 
leave  and  she  told  me.  Jack,  Helen  loves  you  and  she  loves 
you  yet,  and  still  expects  you  to  come  and  see  the  straight 
of  the  affair,  though  I  reckon  she  has  about  lost  all  hopes. 
As  for  the  little  ring  it  was  just  a  'frat'  ring  she  wore  to 
see  how  you  would  take  it  and  to  tease  you;  you  see  Jack, 
she  was  testing  your  love." 

"Oh,  Bert,  is  it  the  truth?  For  God's  sake  don't  lie 
to  me." 

"It  is  the  truth,  and  those  are  the  facts." 

"Is  she  m-m-married  Bert?" 

"No,  Jack" 

*  *  *  :^;  *  *  * 

On  a  certain  moonlight  night  a  month  afterward 
might  have  been  dimly  seen  sitting  in  the  bow  of  an  ocean 
liner  bound  for  New   York,   two  battered  and  wounded 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  11 

soldiers.     One  had  his  head,  so  pale  and  youthful,  on  the 
chest  of  the  other  and  both  were  talking  in  low  tones. 

One  looked  forward  to  the  time  when  his  dear  mother 
would  catch  him  in  her  arms  and  "welcome  the  wanderer 
home;"  the  other  of  the  time  when  a  head  of  soft  brown 
hair  would  be  laid  against  his  breast  as  her  brother's  was 
now;  when  two  pretty,  tear-stained,  blue  eyes  would  look 
up  into  his  and — but  what" is  the  use  of  describing  it;  the 
reader  can  imagine  it  better. 


The  Voice  of  Easter. 


We  rejoice  with  the  gladdest  and  glory  with  the  con- 
fident in  the  dawning  Easter.  On  this  glad  day  we  com- 
memorate the  resurrection  of  Christ  the  Lord,  whose 
teachings  are  marvelous,  whose  life  is  wonderful,  whose 
suffering  is  amazing,  and  whose  death  is  triumphant;  but 
whose  resurrection  is  the  divine  seal  of  approbation  to  all 
His  worK.  It  is  the  immovable  foundation  of  the  Christian 
church,  and  the  very  heart  of  exultant  hope. 

The  resurrection  of  Christ  carries  with  it  the  evidence 
of  the  supernatural  in  Christianity  by  an  irresistible  logic. 
It  is  the  central  fact  that  reaches  backward  and  confirms 
every  declaration  and  prophecy  that  speaks  of  Him  as  the 
Son  of  God;  it  points  forward  to  the  great  High  Priest  who 
has  passed  into  Heaven — to  Him  who  is  now  sitting  on  the 
right  hand  of  God,  and  shall  come  again  in  the  clouds  of 
heaven  to  be  the  judge  of  the  quick  and  the  dead.  It  is 
evidence  that  Jesus  is  the  Christ,  the  God-man,  and  that 
his  surrender  to  Roman  power  was  His  voluntary  humil- 
iation, and  his  death  a  vicarious  sacrifice  for  the  sins  of 
lost  humanity. 

No  risen  Lord  to  me  would  mean  no  rising  church 
spires  to  point  villages  to  Heaven;  no  smiling  cathedrals  to 
direct  cities  to  God;  no  treasured  Bible  in  the  hands  of 
saints  to  voice  eternal  peace;  no  Christion  ministry  to  sow 
the  seed  of  right;  and  no  Christian  homes  to  shelter  us 
from  the  storm  and  blast,  and  to  mantle  us  with  love.  If 
the  stone  is  yet  unmoved,  the  seal  yet  unbroken,  the  grave 
clothes  and  sweet  spices  yet  shroud  and  embalm  a  slain 
Lord;  let  darkness  come  at  once  and  blot  out  the  sun. 


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blind  the  silvery  moon,  and  hide  the  jubilant  stars,  and  we 
will  bid  a  long,  long-  good-nig-ht  to  all  the  bright  hopes  of 
life,  and  welcome,  heartily  welcome,  ghastly  death,  for 
existence  is  but  a  feverish  dream.  O  how  appalling  if 
Christ  be  not  risen  ! 

But  blessed  be  God  we  are  beg"otten  unto  a  living  hope 
by  the  resurrection  of  Jesus  Christ  from  the  dead  to  an 
inheritance,  incorruptible  and  undefiled  and  that  fadeth 
not  away,  reserved  in  heaven.  For  on  that  first  glorious 
Easter  morning,  just  as  pearly  light  crept  from  her  rosy 
bed,  and  innocent  lily  lifted  its  radiant  face  to  nod  a  floral 
greeting;  when  the  "great  star"  smiled  in  expectant  hope 
and  all  heaven  paused  to  wait  the  victory,  infinite  power 
prevailed  and  the  Lord  did  arise.  The  grand  old  earth 
tottered  in  her  weakness;  the  Roman  guards  dropped  into 
the  dust;  the  great  stone,  touched  by  angel  hands,  slipped 
back,  the  sacred  linens  were  folded  away,  and  the  white- 
robed  messenger  of  heaven's  King  proclaimed  '•  He  is 
risen." 

O,  what  a  glad  morning  !  I  fancy  the  heavenly  choir, 
elated  with  joy,  broke  into  a  new  song  that  filled  all  the 
courts  with  the  richest  strains  known  to  angels;  that  the 
celestial  harpers  played  on  their  golden  strings,  "  He  is 
risen;  Christ  is  risen  from  the  dead";  and  that  all  nature, 
beautiful  nature,  grew  jocund,  and  clapped  her  hands  in 
gladness. 

This  glorious  event  elevates  the  disciples  from  the 
midnight  gloom  of  the  crucifixion  to  the  mid-day  height  of 
joy  and  triumph.  The  honored  Mary  wipes  the  burning 
tears  from  her  eyes  and  her  plaintive  voice  breaks  forth 
into  sweet  melody,  and  her  broken  heart  bounds  with  new 
hope  as  she  exclaims,  "  Master!  "  Thomas  lets  go  his 
doubts,  and  shouts,  "My  Lord  and  my  God!"  Peter  gets 
up  out  of  bitter  weeping  and  preaches  a  risen  Lord,  and 
its  attending  power  and  glory  amaze  Jerusalem,  imparts 
the  gift  of  tongues,  arrayed  with  heavenly  fire  and  brings 
three  thousand  souls  into  the  church  of  God  in  a  day.  Later 
Mars  Hill  blossoms  into  living  hope  and  reveberates  with 
joy  unspeakable  and,  full  of  glory  gathered  from  this  all 
important  theme. 

This  supernatural  event  inaugurated  and  has  kept 
sacred  for  nine-teen  hundred  years  the  blessed  Sabbath; 
has  been  and  is  the  motive  force  of  our  wonderfull  y  pro 


THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  13 

gresslve  Christlanty;  is  the  bouyant  inspiration  of  holy 
prophets,  poets,  sag^es,  philosophers  and  divines;  and  is 
the  sun  of  our  strength  and  the  sole  star  of  our  hope. 

Behold  each  morn  getting  up  out  of  her  nightly  grave, 
each  spring  leaping  from  her  wintry  tomb,  each  libernating 
animal  shaking  off  its  coat  of  stupor,  the  tiny  seeds 
bursting  their  shells  and  spreading  into  trees  of  beauty; 
the  modest  lily  unveiling  her  snowy  face  to  kiss  the  vernal 
zephyrs  and  the  silvery  light,  and  the  graceful  birds 
rushing 'from  their  secluded  homes,  warbling  melodies 
sweet  as  the  voice  of  love,  and  feed  thy  soul  on  the  sureties 
and  life  of  a  risen  Lord. 

Let  each  gruff  voice  soften  into  the  tendrils  of  a 
mother's  speech.  Let  the  caged  heart  leap  from  its 
shackles.  Let  the  glad  tongues  be  free;  vent  the  melody 
of  the  sweet  toned  organs;  strike  nimbly  the  vibrant  cords 
of  the  golden  harp  with  abundant  life,  and  let  us  ever  sing 
the  old,  the  new,  the  living,  the  joyous  and  transcendent 
song  of  the  resurrection  and  lauding  a  living  Savior  audibly 
harmonizing  with  the  voice  of  Easter. 

W.  N.  Duncan,  '04. 


Tempo  Adante. 


I  asked  that  I  might  print  a  kiss. 

Upon  her  cheek  so  pink. 

She  granted  her  kind  permission. 

Then  passed  a  world  of  bliss, 

And  I'm  inclined  to  think 

I  printed  a  whole  edition  I       — C.  A.  A.,  1903. 


Rastus'  Dilemma. 


Dis  worl'  hit  am|a  cur'us  place, 
Hit  seem  all  upsid'down. 
I've  seen  cake  walk  and  money  talk; 
Trees'  bark  and  root  in  de  groun'. 

De  rabbits  is  bread  in  de  briah  patch, 
I've  hern  dat  said  a  good  'eal. 
And  I've  actually  seen  a  wagin  spring 
And  corn  stalk  over  my  field. 

— C.  A.  A.,  1903. 


14  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 


Cupid's  Answer. 

Pleadingly  I  begged  of  Cupid  : 

"Won't  you  pierce  my  Rosa's  heart? 

He  shook  his  head;  the  little  stupid, 
Said  we  must  forerer  part. 

"Is  life  worth  living,"  next  I  plead, 

"  When  I  must  go  alone. 
And  darn  my  socks  and  make  my  bed, 

And  cook  my  greens  and  pone?  " 

He  said  to  me:     "My  friend,  I  swear 

By  bow  and  sash  and  quiver  I 
It  'pends  not  on  the  socks  you  wear, 

But  mostly  on  the  liver !  " 

— C.  A.  A.,  1903. 


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An  editorial  appeared  in  a  recent  issue  of  the  Texas 
Christian  Advocate,  in  which  facts  are  cited  to  show  the 
demand  for  and  the  greater  usefulness  of  college  trained 
men.  Attention  is  called  to  the  fact  that,  while  only  one 
per  cent,  of  the  men  of  our  country  secure  a  college  degree, 
fifty  per  cent,  of  our  congressmen,  sixty-six  per  cent,  of 
our  presidents  and  supreme  court  judges,  and  seventy- 
five  per  cent  of  our  chief  justices  come  from  this  one  per 
cent  of  our  male  population.  In  addition  to  this  all  the 
positions  of  honor  and  responsibility  are  filled  by  like  per- 
centages from  this  supply  of  college  men. 

What  a  wonderful  tribute  to  the  value  of  a  college 
training  for  increasing  the  business  capacity  of  men,  and 


T6  the  millsaps  collegian 

for  enabling-  them  to  take  rank  over  those  who  have  risen 
by  unaided  efforts !  As  vocations  grade  upward,  as  we 
rise  upon  the  ladder  of  life  rung  by  rung-,  the  percentage 
of  self  made  men  grows  less  and  less  as  compared  with  the 
percentage  of  college  men.  I  honor  the  man  who  has  had 
the  courage  to  battle  against  such  odds,  and  who  has  been 
able  to  sustain  himself  by  the  persistent  hammering  of 
untrained  effort.  But  I  am  unwilling  to  let  our  young  men 
lose  the  inspiration  of  such  testimony  as  this. 

There  is  another  important  fact  cited  in  this 
editorial:  The  young  man  wears  the  impress  of  his  Alma 
Mater.  Where  is  there  a  more  sacred  trust?  Where 
greater  responsibility?  If  Ja  college  loses  sight  of  its 
responsibility  and  violates  its  obligation  to  society,  who 
can  conceive  of  the  measure  of  its  retribution?  The 
responsibility,  however,  is  not  all  on  the  side  of  the  college, 
for  the  young  man  is  responsible  for  his  choice  of  institu- 
tions. No  young  man  should  think  that  the  choice  of  a 
college  is  a  matter  of  no  consequence.  He  should  choose, 
remembering  that  his  moral  character  is  no  small  factor 
in  determining  his  fitness  for  filling  any  position  creditably; 
that  that  character  will  have  much  of  the  moral  cast  of  the 
college  which  he  selects.  Let  no  young  man  choose  for 
the  prestige  which  a  college  may  give  him,  but  let  him 
choose  knowing  that  what  may  be  reflected  into  him  by 
the  college  can  last  only  so  long  as  it  is  backed  by  a  strong 
moral  character,  and  unflinching  fidelity  to  conviction. 


The  meeting  recently  held  under  the  auspices  of  the 
Young  Men's  Christian  Association  of  Millsaps  College 
was  one  of  the  best  ever  held  in  the  college. 

Many  of  the  students  were  able  to  confess  their  con- 
sciousness of  Christ  as  a  personal  Saviour,  and  others  were 
strengthened  in  their  faith  and  had  their  zeal  renewed. 
Not  the  least  result  was  the  laying  of  the  foundation  for  a 
higher  moral  standard  among  the  students. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  17 

Great  things  have  already  been  accomplished  by  the 
meeting-,  but  we  think  that  the  work  is  just  begun.  We 
want  to  see  the  time  come  when  Millsaps  College  will  visit 
upon  dishonorable  and  vicious  practices  such  uncom- 
promising censure  as  shall  drive  all  such  characters  to 
such  distance  that  the  innocent  boy  will  be  safe  from  his 
polluting  touch. 

Rev.  J.  C.  Park,  pastor  of  the  Methodist  church  at 
Winona,  Miss.,  did  the  preaching.  His  strong  sermons, 
his  forceful  illustrations,  his  earnest  zeal  and  his  personal 
magnetism  won  the  heart  of  every  Millsaps  boy.  Our 
best  wishes  and  our  prayers  shall  follow  him. 


The  city  of  Jackson  has  had  its  experience  with  fire 
lately,  and  a  severe  experience,  too.  Much  valuable  prop- 
erty was  destroyed.  Among  other  things  the  state  insti- 
tution for  the  deaf  mutes  was  destroyed,  except  the  small 
brick  building.  This  is  a  serious  loss  to  the  state,  and 
certainly  a  calamity  to  those  unfortunates  who,  by  its 
destruction  are  deprived  of  instruction.  It  seems  that  the 
proper  thing  to  do  would  be  to   investigate  and  appropriate. 


We  have  noticed  in  several  papers  lately  statements 
to  the  effect  that  the  Mississippi  Inter-Collegiate  Oratorical 
Association  would  hold  its  annual  contest  at  Natchez  on 
May  1st. 

We  feel  safe  in  assuring  the  public  that  the  contest 
will  not  be  on  May  1st,  for  it  is  always  held  on  Friday 
night.  We  feel  almost  as  sure  that  the  contest  will  not  be 
in  Natchez,  since  that  city  has  made  the  Association 
no  offer. 

The  editor  of  the  Collegian  is  puzzled  to  know  how 
some  editors  are  able  to  get  news  so  far  in  advance.  It 
seems  to  us  that  with  the  genius  of  the  average  newspaper 
editor  and  his  tact  for  gathering  news  one  might  easily 
foretell  the  events  of  the  next  century,  and  so  reduce  life 
to  a  certainty  and  greatly  simplify  all  political  problems. 


18  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 


Read  one  of  Ralph  Connor's  books, and  when  you  have 
finished  you  feel  like  you  had  traveled  through  his  country; 
yes,  more  than  traveled;  you  feel  quite  sure  that  you 
halted  long-  enough  to  become  familiar  with  the  character 
of  its  people  and  that  among  them  you  have  some  really 
good  friends.  When  you  come  to  inquire  why  you  feel  so 
much  that  way  you  find  that  it  is  because  the  writer  him- 
self has  lived  among  the  people  he  tells  you  of.  He  knows 
their  speech,  their  motives  and  their  feelings,  knows  of  the 
mighty  struggle  for  the  right  going  on  in  the  heart  of 
some,  surrounded  as  they  are  by  every  influence  for  the  evil 
common  to  a  mining  camp  of  the  north-west  country. 
Because  he  knows  all  these  things,  with  their  speech,  he 
can  tell  you  of  them  so  as  to  enlist  your  sympathies  and 
make  you  love  those  who  are  laboring  to  ameliorate  their 
condition.  He  writes  with  the  stvle  of  a  real  artist  with 
the  accuracy  of  an  eye  witness  and  the  sympathy  of  one 
whose  heart-felt  interests  are  concerned. 

The  scene  of  "Black  Rock''  is  laid  in  the  Selkirk 
mountains  of  Western  Canada,  and  the  action  begins  on  a 
Christmas  eve  in  the  Black  Rock  mining  camp.  There 
are  two  opposing  elements  in  the  little  settlement,  the  one 
for  the  good,  the  other  for  the  bad.  The  latter  is  led  by 
Mike  Slavin  who  owns  a  saloon  and  gambling  house,  where 
those  who  yield  to  tempation  lose  their  hard  earned  wages. 

On  this  Christmas  eve  it  is  proposed  to  arrange  a 
rival  attraction  to  keep  the  miners  away  from  Slavin 's, 
which  is  successfully  done,  but  that  cannot  last,  and  a 
formidable  campaign  is  inaugurated  against  the  saloon 
and  its  supporters.  Along  and  hard  fought  battle  ensues. 
Slavin  is  made  to  see  himself  as  he  really  is  when  his  baby 
sickens,  and  the  drunken  doctor  gives  it  an  over  dose  of 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  19 

his  poisoned  whisky,  and  it  dies.  "When  this  doctor  comes 
in  Slavin  makes  at  him  in  his  fury,  but  is  stopped  by  the 
priest. 

"He  murdered  my  child,"  growls  Slavin.  "He  was 
drunk  and  poisoned  him." 

"Ah  !  who  g-ave  him  drink  ?  Who  made  him  a  drunkard 
two  years  ago  ?  "Who  has  wrecked  his  life  ?  Who  is  the 
murderer  of  your  child  now?"  asked  the  priest.  That 
was  too  much  for  even  wicked  Slavin,  and  that  night  he 
was  seen  in  his  saloon  knocking  in  the  heads  of  casks  like 
one  mad.     "  What  does  this  mean,  "he  was  asked. 

He  paused  in  his  strange  work.  "It  means  I'm  done 
wid  the  business,  I  am,"  he  said  in  a  determined  voice. 
"I'll  help  no  more  to  kill  any  man,  or,  "in  a  lower  tone, 
"any  man's  baby."  And  that  struggle  in  Black  Rock 
between  the  good  people  and  Slavin  was  ended  then 
and  there. 

The  men  of  the  little  book  are  still  to  be  found  in  the 
lumber  and  mining  camps  of  the  west  fighting  the  battle 
of  the  strong  for  clean,  honest  upright  manhood. 


Mr.  Irving  Bachellor  is  indeed  a  charming  writer  of 
stories  that  tell  nothing  in  particular,  and  because  he  has 
such  a  readable  style  we  cannot  help  but  wish  he  would 
take  novel  writing  a  little  more  seriously  than  he  has  done 
heretofore.  His  stories  are  what  we  look  upon  as  good 
summer  reading  when  one  has  worked  hard  during  the 
winter,  and  wants  something  light  and  interesting  to  while 
away  the  time.  There  is  no  justice  in  attempting  to  make 
a  truly  great  novel  of  either  Eben  Holden  or  D'ri  and  I 
for  a  great  novel  must  have  in  it  some  great  characters, 
with  distinctly  drawn  personalities,  and  these,  with  the 
exception  possibly  of  Uncle  Eben  and  D'ri,  we  do  not  find 
in  either  of  the  above  mentioned  books. 

In  Eben  Holden  there  is  some  remarkably  fine  wit  and 
drollery  by  Uncle  Eben,  and  you  remember  him  well  until 


20  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 

you  read  D'ri  and  I,  when  you  find  D'ri  so  like  him  that 
pou  are  unable  to  separate  the  two,  or  so  it  was  with  the 
writer. 

With  the  exception  of  Uncle  Ebe  there  is  not  a  dis- 
ticntly  drawn  character  in  the  book;  they  are  like  all  other 
common  place  people  that  you  read  about  or  could  have 
seen  at  that  time.  But  with  all  that  it  is  a  nice  story  and 
good  to  read. 

In  D'ri  and  I  we  wished  for  somethidg- a  little  more 
pretentious  coupled  with  the  author's  charming-  style,  but 
it  seems  little  more  than  another  version  of  the  first  told 
tale.  Of  course  the  action  is  quite  different,  but  every- 
thing centers  around  D'ri,  who  is  too  much  like  Uncle  Ebe. 

D'ri  is  the  only  well  drawn  character,  as  Uncle  Ebe 
was  in  the  first  story;  all  the  other  characters  are  common- 
place. But  now  and  then  D'ri  makes  a  scene,  mostly  by 
himself.  A  most  pathetic  one  characteristic  of  him  is  near 
the  beginning  when  Ray's  grandmother  sickens  and  dies 
on  their  journey  through  the  wilderness. 

The  little  party  stops,  makes  a  coffin,  lines  it  with  the 
soft  deer  skins,  and  gently  lays  the  old  body  to  rest  with 
only  the  forest  trees  to  keep  watch  over  her  silent  grave. 

When  all  was  ready  Ray's  fatherlcalled  D'ri  aside: 

"D'ri,"  said  he,  "ye've  alus  been  more  propper 
spoken  than  I  hev;  say  a  word  o'  prayer."  '"Fraid  it'll 
come  a  leetle  unhandy  for  me  t 'pray, "said  D'ri  with  a  look 
of  embarrassment,  "but  I  don't  never  shirk  a  tough  job  if 
it  hes  t'be  done." 

Then  he  stepped  forward,  took  off  his  faded  hat,  his 
brow  wrinkling  deep,  and  said  in  a  drawling,  preacher  tone 
that  had  no  sound  of  D'ri  in  it:  "O  God,  tek  care  o'  gan'ma. 
Help  us  t'go  on  careful,  and  when  we're  riled  help  us  to 
keep  our  mouths  shet.  O  God,  help  the  ol'  cart  and  ox  in 
particular.  An'  don't  be  noway  hard  on  us.  Amen." 
And  the  little  party  pressed  on  leaving  the  birds  to  sing 
her  requiem. 


MILLS  APS    COLLEGIAN.  21 


Grit  and  Gold 

Prof. — What  is  the  heart  of  a  craw  fish? 

Student — Merely  an  enlarged  portion  of  the  intestine. 

Temptation  is  never  too  great  till  manhood  has  become 
too  small. 

I  pity  the  pity  that  exhausts  itself  in  pitying. 

Turning  over  a  new  leaf  will  do  no  good  till  the  hands 
are  washed  that  soiled  the  old  one. 

Don't  lay  everything  on  Satan;  some  people  would  do 
wrong  if  the  devil  were  dead. 

Prof,  of  English — Give  an  example  of  American  and 
English  pronunciation. 

Student — The  English  say  vice  versa,  but  the  Americans 
have  no  corresponding  word. 

The  seniors  are  delighted  with  practical  astronomy. 
The  James  Observatory  has  a  splendid  telescope  and  each 
survey  of  the  heavens  reveals  new  beauties.  The  most 
important  of  all  heavenly  bodies,  however,  cannot  be 
viewed  for  want  of  a  solar  eye  piece.  This  should  at  once 
be  added  that  Millsaps  may  have  a  complete  astronomic 
outfit.  It  must  have  been  an  oversight  that  it  was  not 
included  in  Mr.  Dan  James'  liberal  donation. 


22  RIILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 


The  February  number  of  the  Maroon  and  White  was 
late  in  getting  out.  We  suppose  it  waited  for  W.  H.  Nelson 
to  finish  that  eighteen-page  article  of  bombastical  nonsense 
on  "Reciprocity".  If  some  one  can  turn  this  embryo 
statesman  toward  the  farm  it  will  be  a  real  service  to 
humanity.  "Exams"  by  McDonald  is  very  well  executed. 
The  editorial  on  athletics  is  good,  but  is  longer  than  the 
usual  effort  of  the  quill  driver. 

The  new  staff  of  the  University  of  Va,  Magazijie  starts 
off  well.  The  poetry  of  the  February  issue  is  not  the  best. 
"A Plea  for  the  Development  of  Musical  Science",  and 
"Is  Our  Literary  Center  Moving  Westward,"  are  fresh 
and  vigorous.  They  give  some  little  variation  from  that 
dull  monotony  of  style  and  subject  which  is  so  tiresome  to 
the  new  exchange  editor  of  the  Magazine.  May  his  exhorta- 
tion bear  fruit.  Let  us  hope  he  will  do  something  more 
than  point  out  faults. 

Nothing  is  more  striking  than  the  lack  of  growth  in 
the  ordinary  college  magazine.  Some  of  them  have  had 
one  standard  for  a  decade  and  have  reached  the  last 
stages  of  stagnation.  Others  appear  well  in  the  first  issue 
but  the  efforts  of  the  staff  wane  with  the  disappearance  of 
novelty.  The  S.  IV.  University  Magazine  and  Hendrix  College 
Mirror  are  of  different  kind.  They  show  more  progress 
this  session  than  any  others  that  come  to  our  desk. 

The  Vanderbilt  ObservfUt^vf  is  hardly  so  good  as  it  was 
two  years  ago;  but  the  February  number  is  an  improve- 
ment on  previous  issues  of  the  current  session.  "Alford 
as  a  Writer  and  Educator,"  by  B.M.Drake,  and  "Desiderius 
Erasmus,  Humanist,  "H.  T.  Carley,  are  the  leading  articles 
for  this  month.  We  are  glad  to  see  "Flashlights"  coming 
in  to  fill  the  place  vacated  by  "Wheat  and  Chaff." 


MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN.  23 

The  University  of  Mississippi  Magazine  shows  little 
taste  in  publishing^  a  sixteen-year  old  poem  from  an  ex-con- 
vict. The  author's  career  scarely  reflects  sufiBcient  credit 
on  his  Alma  Mater  to  make  her  feel  proud  of  him.  The 
February  number  is,  on  the  whole,  the  best  of  the  year. 

The  Whitworth  Clionian  contains  two  very  creditable 
short  stories:  "Ambition  and  Love  —  a  Conflict,"  and 
"  When  the  Fates  Were  Kind." 

The  February  number  of  the  A.  c^  M.  College  Reflector 
is  the  best  of  the  year. 

Harvard  has  6,740  students;  Columbia,  4,392; University 
of  Michigan,  3,813;  University  of  Chicago,  3,774;  University 
of  Minnesota,  3,423;  University  of  California,  3,216;  Cornell, 
3,004;  Yale,  2,584;  Pennsylvania,  2,573. 

The  University  of  Michigan  has  an  annual  income  of 
$670,000. 

Harvard's  Library  contains  700,000  volumes;  Yale  has 
200,000;  Columbia  133,000;  Cornell  126,000.  Harvard  has 
337  men  on  her  faculty  and  Yale  has  295. 


CLIPPINGS. 

To  the  doctor  :     ''My  wife  is  at  death's  door.     Please 
come  and  see  if  you  can't  pull  her  through." — Spectator. 

A  Toast. 

Here's  to  the  chapel  donkey, 
.Who  thinks  it  indeed  quite  spunkey, 
To  raise  a  great  noise 
With  his  asinine  voice 
By  singing  so  rudely  away. 
But  he's  a  bit  indiscreet 
To  kick  with  feet, 
Having  already  shown  his  tribe  by  his  bray. 

— Emory  Fhwrtix, 


24  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 

Sal's  Aunty. 

Up  spoke  ye  Verdant  Freshman 

(Ye  joke's  as  old  as  vellum). 
"Now,  prithee  tell  me,  Junior  friend. 

Do  you  know  Cere-bellum  ?  " 

Then  an-swer-ed  ye  Junior 

(Ye  Junior  y-clept  Rees). 
"Why  surely  Sarah  Bellum 

Is  Ante-Bellum's  niece."  — Emrry  Phcenix. 


The  Senior  loves  his  glorious  past, 

The  Junior  loves  a  fair  ideal. 
The  Sophomore  loves  his  own  sweet  face, 

But  the  Freshman  loves  the  real. 

—  W.  Flotueree,  '05,  in  Univ.  Miss.  Mag. 


Those  Bells. 

Poets  have  found  in  "bells" 

The  theme  for  many  a  rhyme; 
There  are  marriage  bells  and  fire  bells 

And  funeral  knell  and  chime; 
They  have  even  speculated 

On  ringing  bells  in  heaven. 
And  have  written  thrilling  poems 

On  the  curfew  bells  at  even. 

There  are  bells  to  ring  the  year  out 

And  bells  to  ring  it  in, 
And  if  they  all  should  ring  at  once 

There'd  be  a  mighty  din. 
They've  talked  about  the  school 

And  even  the  chapel  bell, 
And  every  bell  in  heaven  and  earth 

Except — the  rising  bell! 

— M.  A.,  i?i    Whit  worth  Clionian. 


MLLSAPS  COLLEGIAN.  25 


Employee — I'd  hate  to  be  named  Bill. 

"Why.'" 

"Cause  Bills  are  never  paid." 

Miss  Bessie  Cavitt  entertained  last  week.  Many  of 
the  coUeg-e  boys  and  girls  of  town  attended.  It  is  needless 
to  say  that  every  one  enjoyed  Miss  Cavitt's  hospitality, for 
she  is  truly  gifted  in  entertaining. 

Just  at  noon  last  Tuesday  the  alarm  of  fire  was  given 
and  it  was  discovered  that  the  State  Deaf  and  Dumb  Insti- 
tute was  ablaze.  Faithful  work  was  done  by  the  fire  com- 
panies but  the  frame  building  was  totally  destroyed.  The 
college  boys  saved  much  of  the  furniture  and  stores. 

Flim — So,  old  chap,  you  have  come  to  bridle  your 
appetite. 

Flam  (entering  a  restaurant) — No,  old  chap,  only  to 
put  a  bit  in  my  mouth." 

If  money  talks,  I'd  hate  to  be  with  some  girls  when 
they  are  flushed. 

Professor  Hamill,  the  director  of  the  Sunday  School 
Study  Circle  of  the  M.  E.  Church  South,  delivered  an 
exceedingly  interesting  talk  on  education  in  the  college 
chapel,  and  all  who  were  so  fortunate  as  to  hear  Mr. 
Hamill  enjoyed  his  talk  from  start  to  finish.  Mr.  Hamill 
is  an  excellent  talker  and  we  hope  to  have  him  with  us  again. 

We  look  forward  with  much  pleasure  to  the  joint 
debate  between  the  two  Literary  Societies  which  is  to  take 
place  Friday,  April  5th.  Of  course,  we  will  have  the  fair 
damsels  of  Belhaven  with  us  on  that  occasion. 

Baseball  enthusiasts  are  out  in  full  force  now.  Some 
very  close  class  games  have  been  played.  The  Preps 
played  the  college  last  Saturday,  and,  while  the  Preps  did 
the  best  playing  for  the  first  half,  they  were  beaten  by  a 
score  of  12  to  10. 

We  are  very  sorry  to  note  that  Mr.  Marvin  Galloway 
who  has  been  confined  to  his  room  for  several  days  with 
typhoid  pneumonia,  seems  to  get  no  better.  We  sincerely 
hope  that  he  will  soon  be  able  to  be  out  again. 


26  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 

The  illustrious  Sophs  are  enjoying-  the  agony  of  a 
preliminary  contest.     They'll  all  get  there  of  course. 

Messrs.  M.  C.  Henry  and  C.  A.  Alexander  leave  Sat- 
urday for  New  Orleans  to  attend  a  Kappa  Sigma  conven- 
tion.    They  will  be  gone  about  three  days. 

Jnst  two  more  months,  but  doesn't  time  fly?  The 
third  quarterly  exams  will  be  on  in  about  a  week. 

The  Freshmen  declaimed  last  Wednesday  for  com- 
mencement places.  The  following  young  men  were 
selected  by  the  Faculty  to  represent  that  class:  Messrs. 
Pittman,  McGilvery,  Hughes,  Whitfield,  Price,  Robertson, 
Williams,  Corruth,  Mayes  and  Bright. 

By  far  the  most  interesting  protracted  meeting  we 
have  ever  had  was  held  last  week  under  the  auspices  of 
the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  The  meetings  were  conducted  by  Rev. 
J.  C.  Parks,  who  preached  some  excellent  sermons. 
Everyone  enjoyed  the  meeting  and  many  derived  great 
profit  from  them. 

Lamar  Literary  Society  Notes. 


February  28th  the  Society  met,  J.  B.  Howell  in  the 
chair.  The  question,  "Resolved,  That  Cuban  reciprocity 
should  be  allowed  by  Congress,"  was  debated.  Much 
interest  was  manifested  by  all  present,  as  the  subject  was 
the  one  selected  for  the  Galloway-Lamar  debate. 

The  Society  met  March  7,  the  president,  J.  B.  Howell 
in  the  chair.  The  question.  Resolved,  That  the  complaints 
of  laborers  against  employers  when  said  employers  are 
reaping  enormous  profits  are  unjustifiable,"  was  warmly 
debated  by  both  affirmative  and  negative,  the  affirmative 
winning. 

On  account  of  the  revival  meeting,  the  Society  held  no 
regular  meeting  March  14. 

March  21  the  Society  met,  the  president  in  the  chair. 
The  question,  "Resolved,  That  Co-education  should  be 
allowed  in  our  Colleges  and  Universities,"  was  discussed, 
the  decision  being  in  favor  of  the  affirmative. 

J.  B.  Howell, 
G.  R.  Nobles,  President. 

Cor.  Secretary. 


JACKSON,  MISS. 

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city  with  the  healthful  conditions  and  immunities  of  the  country. 
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Is  Ambition  a  Sin? 

On  the  occasion  of  the  ninth  anniversary  of  the 
Galloway  Literary  Society,  Hon.  Frank  A.  Critz,  of  West 
Point,  Miss.,  delivered  the  address,  using  for  his  subject, 
"Is  Ambition  a  Sin?" 

This  address  was  certainly  one  of  the  purest  and  best 
ever  delivered  from  our  platform.  It  was  a  clear,  clean 
and  forcible  presentation  of  an  intensely  practical  theme. 
One  of  the  most  striking-  characteristics  of  the  address 
was  the  strength  and  completeness  of  some  of  the  sen- 
tences when  separated  from  the  context.  They  are  jewels 
such  as  can  come  only  from  a  man  who  realizes  his  respon- 
sibility, the  seriousness  of  his  obligation. 

The  speech  is  too  long  to  publish  in  full,  but  many  of 
the  paragraphs  are  too  good  to  be  forgottten  so  we  make 
extracts  from  it. 

The  speaker  began  by  acknowledging  the  responsi- 
bility imposed  by  the  character  of  his  audience,  and  said, 
among  other  things:  "College  life  is  a  dangerous  period 
with  boys.  A  period  in  which  many  of  them  stand  upon 
pivoted  points,  so  that  the  slightest  loss  of  balance  may 
turn  the  life  to  the  left  hand,  which  leads  to  desolation 
and  ruin.  The  avenues  of  parental  influence  are  five:  1st, 
The  influence  of  restraint  exercised  over  the  child;  2nd, 
Teaching  it  the  lessons  of  knowledge  and  duty;  3rd,  With 
a  feeling  sense  of  weakness,  the  parent  appeals  to  the 
directing  and  restraining  hand  of  God  for  help;  4th,  Filial 
affection  and  loyalty,  with  a  knowledge  of  parental  love 
and  interest,  is  a  motive  by  which   a  child   is  induced  to 


4  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

control  himself;  5th  The  last  force  in  parental  influence 
is  the  power  of  example.  *  *  *  *  These  same  forces, 
or  their  counterparts,  are  broug'ht  to  bear  in  the  formation 
of  every  human  character. 

"Of  these  five  distinct  influences,  thus  enumerated 
you  observe  that  three  are  exercised  over  you,  or  for  you. 
The  other  two  appeal  to  you  for  independent  action.  In 
the  last  analysis  of  every  human  life  we  find  the  responsi- 
bilities personal  and  individual.  ******* 
The  modern  science  of  osteopathy  without  the  use  of 
medicinal  agents  seeks  to  relieve  physical  pain  and  to  give 
physical  health  and  strength  by  stimulating  the  hidden, 
dormant  or  obstructed  forces  of  the  human  body;  so  we 
would  stimulate  mental  and  moral  strength  by  an  appeal 
to  the  forces  that  are  within  you. 

"Failure  rarely  comes  from  lack  of  intellectual  power. 
What  you  need  is  energy;  the  vitalization  of  the  forces  that 
you  have;  earnest  application  and  concentration;  a  purpose 
before  you,  firmly  and  definitely  fixed.  Cherish  in  your 
minds  and  hearts  an  ideal  of  moral  and  mental  excellence, 
and  let  the  earnest  trend  of  your  life  be  toward  that  ideal. 
Build  air  castles,  if  you  please,  and  center  in  them  the 
acme  of  your  hopes.  Many  an  ambitious  young  man  in 
his  youth  has  built  castles  of  air.  which  he  has  lived  to  see 
peopled  with  living  realities.  It  is  not  so  much  relative 
strength  that  you  want,  as  activity;  the  persistent  following 
of  a  single  intelligent  purpose.  *  *  *  *  tjjg  ^^^ 
who  believes  he  can.'  *  *  *  He  who  is  worthy  to  be 
a  winner  loses  no  time  in  singling  out  the  prize  for  which 
to  compete.  Hence  follows  the  significant  question:  'Is 
Ambition  a  Sin?' 

"While  the  origin  and  primary  meaning  of  words,  in 
many  instances,  are  not  only  interesting,  but  absolutely 
essential  in  their  present  interpretation,  still  the  all-im- 
portant consideration  after  all  is,  what  is  the  meaning  of 
our  words  at  the  time  of  their  utterance?    Applying  the 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  3 

same  canon3  of  interpretation  to  human  character,  we 
announce  to  you,  young  men  of  Millsaps  College,  that  we 
are  little  concerned  about  your  origin  or  your  ancestry> 
but  the  vital  question  with  which  we  confront  you  on  this 
occasion  is,  What  are  you  today?  This  question  includes 
in  its  answer,  your  purposes  and  ambitions  for  the  future. 
In  the  words  of  Shakspeare,  Woolsey  said  to  Oliver  Crom- 
well, 'I  charge  thee,  fling  away  ambition;  by  that  sin  the 
angels  fell.' 

"To  the  conquerer  whose  deeds  are  written  in  blood, 
and  whose  steps  are  marked  by  the  groans  of  his  victims, 
ambition  is  a  crime.  Ambition  is  always  a  crime  if  its 
gratification  demands  the  sacrifice  of  other  men's  rights; 
or  if  its  success  is  attested  by  the  groans  of  the  oppressed 
or  the  tears  of  widows  and  orphans.         *     ^^    *     *     * 

"There  is  a  sense  in  which  ambition  is  not  a  sin.  *  * 
A  desire  for  honor  and  popularity  and  power  must  not  be 
condemed.  Such  laudable  ambition  is  the  stimulus  by 
which  effective  character  is  formed,  and  an  earnest  desire 
for  better  things  and  to  attain  positions  of  popularity, 
power  and  influence  has  been  found  in  the  heart  of  every 
great  man  that  has  ever  lived. 

"The  law  of  compensation  on  the  one  hand,  and  the 
law  of  retribution  on  the  other,  are  parts  of  our  being, 
under  God's  decrees,  and  he  that  seeks  the  rewards  of  life 
simply  aspires  to  obtain  what  God  has  given  him  the  power 
to  obtain." 

In  the  address  Judge  Critz  said  that  the  men  who 
have  achieved  success  in  the  business  world,  are  not  those 
who  inherited  it,  but  those  who  by  patient  and  unceasing 
toil  rose  from  the  very  lowest  positions  to  places  of  dis- 
tinction. He  cited  many  illustrations  from  the  different 
professions.  In  political  life  he  declared  that,  we  "Are 
not  circumscribed  by  the  limitations  of  caste  or  heredity. " 

In  concluding  the  address  he  said:  "I  commend  in 
you  that  ambition  which  was  the  stimulating  influence  of 
all  the  great  men  of  the  republic,  whose  example  you 
should  emulate. 


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It  is  not  a  sin  to  desire  influence  and  popularity  and 
applause,  provided  this  desire  is  preceded  by  the  desire 
and  earnest  effort  to  be  worthy.  No  man  is  so  holy  or  so 
humble  as  not  to  desire  the  approval  of  his  labors.  No 
man's  love  for  a  friend  was  ever  so  unselfish  as  not  to 
exact  that  friend's  love  in  return.  The  sublime  pathos  of 
a  mother's  love  was  never  so  deep  as  not  to  desire  the 
sacred  assurance  of  the  love  of  her  child.  The  law  of 
compensation,  the  strongest  motive  of  human  action,  is 
the  law  of  God.  Let  your  ambition  be  subordinate  to  His 
will.  'Lay  up  for  yourselves  treasures  in  Heaven,'  and 
He  will  crown  you  with  glory  and  honor  and  eternal  lif  e» 
and  ye  shall  become  kings  and   priests  unto  God.'  " 


The  Literary  Barrenness  of  Undergraduates. 


A  college  magazine  is  supposed  to  be  an  expression  of 
the  literary  skill  of  a  student  body.  True,  it  must  not  be 
lacking  in  other  and,  seemingly,  more  characteristic  traits. 
It  may  contain  much  in  the  lighter  mood,  and,  true  to  its 
chief  purpose,  it  should  reflect  college  life  in  general,  and 
the  life  and  traditions  of  its  own  institution  in  particular. 
Yet,  it  is  not  by  its  requisites  that  we  judge  of  a  work, 
but  by  its  peculiar  touches  and  extraordinary  departures 
just  where  there  isiroom  and  reason  for|such.  In  the  case 
of  the  college  journal  this  is  found  in  what  is  termed,  for 
want  of  a  truer  expression,  the  literary  department.  Here 
is  room  for  the  development  of  skill  and  talent,  and  here 
alone,  of  all  its  departments,  real  talent  is  demanded. 
Thus,  the  separation  of  its  character  from  that  of  its  class 
is  determined  finally  by  whatever  literary  ideal  it  sets 
for  itself. 

Alas,  that  the  dearth  of  its  contributors  should  sa 
often  depreciate  this  ideal!  How  often  are  our  souls 
afflicted  with  a  dozen-page  story,  which,  if  it  even  reminds 
us  of  life  or  reality,  does  so  merely  because  the  world  has 


THE    MILLSAPS    COLLBOIAN  5 

heard  its  like  ever  since  fairy  tales  became  fashionable! 
Or  it  may  be  modern,  painfully  modern,  made  to  order  by 
the  prevailing-  style;  yet  it  expresses  human  nature  and 
human  passions  to  about  the  same  degree  as  does  a  fash- 
ionably dressed  dummy  express  the  warm,  human  body, 
pulsing-  -with  the  red  blood  of  life,  and  full  of  thoug-ht  and 
motion.  As  to  good  poetry,  it  is  even  scarcer  than  g-ood 
stories,  and  it  is  seldom  indeed  that  the  lonsr-suff  ering  and 
oft-insulted  muse  will  respond  to  the  sacrilegious  invoca- 
tion of  the  poetaster.  Of  course  it  requires  skill,  at  least, 
and  that,  too,  of  a  higher  order,  to  produce  successful 
short  stories,  and  alas,  we  cannot  have  a  Page  or  a  Cable  in 
every  college.  Yet,  the  literary  men  of  today  come  from 
the  colleges  and  universities;  why,Jthen,  this  barrenness 
during  the  college  course  ? 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  one  cause  is  a  lack  of  natural 
development.  "We  cannot  expect  the  student,  as  such,  to 
reach  the  height  of  his  literary  powers,  for  that  may 
require  many  years  of  active  labor.  Then  it  is  an  invariable 
defect  of  our  educational  system  that,  if  it  does  not  dwarf 
the  imagination,  it  certainly  checks  it  for  the  time  being. 
The  student  is  concerned  about  an  active  memory  and 
mathematical  exactness  and  scientific  accuracy.  Alas  for 
him  who  habitually  allows  his  imagination  to  transport 
him  away  from  the  unvaried  routine  and  hard  realities  of 
his  daily  task!  Thus,  the  other  faculties  are  developed 
to  the  neglect  of  the  imagination;  when  needed  it  fails 
him,  and  thereby  spontaneity  and  vigor  are  lost;  for, 
paradox  thongh  it  be,  a  well  regulated  imagination  is  one 
of  the  surest  auxiliaries  to  reality  of  conception  as  well  as 
freshness  of  expression. 

Perhaps  more  painfully  still,  is  felt  the  lack  of 
experience.  This  performs  a  part  which  the  imagination 
cannot,  and  guides,  regulates  and  reciprocally  aids  it. 
To  express  the  highest  art  in  fiction,  the  writer  cannot 
depend  entirely  upon  the  experiences  of  others  nor  his 


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own  imaginations  and  instincts;  but  must  feel  that  he,  too, 
has  experienced  something  in  common  with  his  characters, 
that  in  some  way  he  has  been  "a  part  of  what  he  relates. " 
From  the  nature  of  the  case,  the  student's  experiences  are 
strictly  limited.  Having  never  participated  in  active  life, 
little  does  he  know  of  the  great  busy  world  with  its  teeming 
humanity;  scarcely  does  he  feel  its  joys,  more  scarcely 
still  its  sorrows.  The  world  is  not  a  kind  teacher,  nor 
are  its  lessons  easy;  yet  they  are  indispensible  to  a  proper 
understanding  of  and  appreciation  for  the  varied  phases 
of  life  which  the  writer  must  needs  portray. 

Then  college  life  does  not  best  develop  individuality; 
Of  old,  learning  affected  monkish  modes,  viewing  humanity 
from  the  poor  prospective  of  its  study-window,  and  the 
world  mistook  its  eccentricity  for  individuality.  Today 
we  believe  that  the  highest  and  trust  individuality  is  that 
engendered  by  the  livliest  experiences,  and  existing 
together  with  the  most  cosmopolitan  views;  that  what 
remains  after  the  character  has  been  scrubbed  on  the 
hard  stones  of  life  is  verily  of  the  man.  The  student's 
lack  of  experience,  then,  must,  to  a  certain  extent,  suppress 
his  personality  and  the  independence  of  his  thought. 
Then,  in  his  college  course  he  must,  of  necessity,  master 
multitudes  of  various  forms,  and  in  so  doing  often  loses 
the  real  thought  of  which  the  form  is  but  an  expression. 
Too  often  he  attempts  criticism  where  he  should  give  him- 
self up  to  appreciation.  This,  too,  leads  to  a  degree  of 
affectation  and  artificiality  in  his  own  expression.  Of 
course  there  can  be  no  true  art  in  literary  style  and  thought 
until  the  attempt  at  art  is  subordinated  to  the  personality 
of  the  writer;  until  his  writing  is  an  expression  of  the  man 
rather  than  an  exhibition  of  his  style.  Thus,  so  frequently 
does  the  student  writer  lose  from  his  effort  that  distinctive 
character,  yet,  withal,  that  intense  human  seeming,  which 
makes  it  worth  the  while. 

How,  now,  may  these  defects  be  corrected?    As  usual 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  7 

it  is  much  easier  to  find  faults  than  to  afFord  a  remedy  for 
them.  Indeed,  in  the  very  nature  of  college  training  these 
failings  are,  to  some  extent,  inevitable.  The  student 
stores  up  rather  than  manifests  energy.  His  is  a  potential 
rather  than  manifests  energy.  His  is  a  potential  rather 
than  a  kinetic  force;  he  rather  absorbs  than  gives  out 
ideas.  It  is  needful,  then,  that  he  consider  well  the  dis- 
advantages under  which  he  must  work  and  make  the  best 
of  his  powers.  Let  him  strive  as  far  as  possible  to 
untrammel  his  powers  from  the  rigidity  so  often  incident 
to  his  training.  Above  all,  let  him  take  literature  seriously. 
He  cannot  afford  to  write  for  mere  pastime,  nor  for  his 
own  satisfaction.  Whatever  he  writes,  let  it  be  the  best 
he  has  to  give.  Let  him  study  successful  authors  as 
much  to  understand  their  characters  and  sympathies  as 
to  master  their  styles.  As  far  as  passible,  let  him  enlarge 
his  conceptions  of  life;  as  he  has  opportunity  let  him  seek 
humbly  at  the  threshold  of  humanity,  if  perchance  some 
of  its  mysteries  shall  be  revealed  to  him. 

—J.  H.  P.,  04. 


A    Mysterious  Revenge. 


Some  years  ago  Robert  Stone  left  Louisville,  Ken- 
tucky for  the  far  west,  never  to  return.  He  had  lost 
home,  wealth  and  hope;  and  now  had  given  himself  up  to 
be  tossed,  wrecked  or  saved,  just  as  was  the  will  of  fate. 
Those  who  were  once  his  companions  were  no  longer 
friends,  and  the  number  of  his  so-called  friends  had  so 
dwindled|that  he  was  left  almost  alone  with  his  reflections 
as  his  only  companions.  Only  two  persons  pressed  his 
hand  as  he  left  the  city;  the  first  a  crippled  peddler,  the 
second  a  small  man,  who  said:  "You  shall  pay  the  ten 
thousand    yet."        ******^* 

There  is  on  the  Pacific  coast  of  America  a  certain 
high  bluff  overhangmg  the   sea.     This  bluff,  guarding  an 


8  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

extensive  district  from  approach  by  sea,  near  its  southern 
terminus  slopes  for  perhaps  half  a  mile  till  it  meets  the 
water's  edge,  and  there  joins  the  boundless  plains  that 
some  hundred  miles  inland  touch  the  base  of  the  Cascade 
mountains.  Near  the  junction  of  the  bluff  and  the  plains, 
and  extending  for  a  little  way  along  the  shore,  lies  a  small 
village,  which  in  case  of  storm  is  sometimes  visited  by 
sailing  vessels.  Above  the  village  and  on  the  summit  of 
this  sea-clifE  stands  an  old  hut  built  by  no  one  knows 
whom,  and  for  years  allowed  to  lie  in  idleness.  This  hut, 
on  account  of  certain  singularities  of  construction,  had 
been  so  long  neglected  and  uninhabited  that  it  had  come 
to  be  regarded  by  the  village  folks  with  a  kind  of  super- 
stition. 

So  it  is  not  at  all  wonderful  that  someone,  who  while 
wandering  in  the  neighboring  woods,  had  seen  a  stranger 
about  the  old  hut,  should  report  in  exaggerated  details  the 
arrival  of  a  man  of  extraordinary  appearance.  It  is  also 
not  strange  that  all  should  watch  with  curiosity  his 
movements.  He  became  an  occasional  visitor  of  the  town; 
finally  every  one  had  seen  him,  yet  no  one  knew  him. 
Many,  attracted  by  his  splendid  physique,  made  friendly 
approaches  to  him,  and  all  except  the  village  parson  had 
been  gracefully  repulsed.  The  parson,  by  his  cordial  and 
kindly  address,  had  succeeded  in  securing  the  bare  infor- 
mation that  the  stranger  had  been  driven  to  this  remote 
place  by  misfortune.  Beyond  this  he  could  never  find  the 
slightest  clue  to  the  man's  past  history,  though  he  sought 
through  repeated  efforts  to  gain  some  knowledge  of  the 
wanderer's  secret. 

The  stranger  was  Robert  Stone.  One  morning  in 
October  Robert  Stone  arose  earlier  than  usual.  It  had 
stormed  terribly  the  night  before;  and  the  rain  had  beaten 
into  his  hut.  The  storm  was  still  raging  when  he  had 
finished  his  breakfast.  Everything  in  the  place  was  wet. 
He  could   not  stay  in  the  cabin  in  such    a  storm  as  this. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  9 

He  buttoned  his  coat  close  about  him  and  plung-ed  out  into 
the  stormy  day.  He  trudged  on  through  the  driving-  rain 
as  fast  as  he  could.  Just  as  Stone  reached  the  village  he 
saw  gathered  on  the  sea  shore  a  little  farther  down,  an 
excited  group  of  persons  watching  (helplessly)  something 
in  the  little  harbor.  Turning  a  point  of  the  beach  he  saw 
a  few  yards  from  the  shore,  among  the  rocks,  the  broken 
hull  of  a  small  sailing  vessel  beaten  by  the  angry  sea.  He 
joined  the  group  and  stood  a  silent  witness  to  an  awful 
tragedy. 

The  sea,  maddened  by  the  raging  storm,  rushed  back 
and  forth  over  the  lower  beach;  while  further  down  the 
waves  hurled  themselves  in  fury  against  the  crags  only  to 
be  broken  into  ten  thousand  pieces  and  cast  back  into  the 
bellowing  sea.  The  wind  still  drove  the  little  vessel  hard 
upon  the  rocks,  every  moment  threatening  it  with  dis- 
truction. 

Time  after  time  an  attempt  was  made  to  reach  the 
sufferers  on  the  vessel,  yet  none  had  succeeded.  Ropes 
had  been  brought  in  the  vain  effort  to  reach  the  ship;  but 
when  they  were  thrown  out  they  were  caught  by  the  wind 
and  hurled  down  into  the  angry  waters.  All  hope  of  res- 
cue was  gone.     So  they  stood  passively  upon  the  beach. 

Suddenly  there  was  a  cry.  All  turned  and  there  a 
little  apart  from  the  rest  stood  the  strange  man,  like  a 
statue,  staring  into  the  sea.  Then  he  moved  slowly  for 
ward  and  siezing  a  rope  hurriedly  tied  it  about  his  waist 
and  leaped  into  the  receding  sea.  Quickly  he  was  caught 
up  and  borne  toward  the  rocks.  Then  began  the  battle 
of  his  life.  Slowly,  by  the  mere  strength  of  his  powerful 
arms,  he  evaded  the  first  crag,  then  the  second;  then, 
caught  by  the  returning  sea,  he  was  carried  back  almost 
to  land.  But  again  he  was  borne  out  toward  the  ship;  past 
the  third  and  fourth.  He  was  almost  there;  thus  with 
gigantic  strength  he  struggled  on.  He  caught  the  loose 
rigging  and  mounted  slowly  to  the  deck.     Then  tieing  the 


10  THE    MILLSAPS    COLLEGIANN. 

rope,  he  siezed  a  crippled  boy,  his  only  friend,  and  bore 
him  to  the  shore. 

The  ship  was  now  breaking.  But  he  threw  himself 
again  into  the C sea  and  again  reached  the  vessel;  siezing  a 
frail  man,  just  as  the  ship  sank,  he  shouted  in  a  voice  as 
wild  as  the  wind,  "ten  thousand  times  revenged!"  and 
with  his  victim  dashed  himself  upon  the  rocks  and  sank 
without  the  least  struggle  for  his  life. 

— F.  D.  M.  '03. 


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Of  the  many  matters  attracting  public  attention  at 
the  present  time,  the  will  of  the  late  Cecil  Rhodes,  the 
South  African  millionaire,  isprehapsthe  most  prominent. 

Every  one,  of  course,  has  read  of  the  liberal  disposi- 
tion which  Cecil  Rhodes  made  of  his  immense  fortune;  and 
of  the  manner  in  which  he  gave  expression  to  his  regard 
for  the  United  States. 

The  execution  of  this  remarkable  will  means  that 
each  year  thirty  vigorous  and  active  young  men,  with  all 
the  equipment  to  be  had  in  the  great  University  at  Oxford, 
are  to  be  distributed  over  the  whole  territory  of  the 
United  States;  this  of  itself  is  no  matter  of  small  import; 
but  to  my  mind  it  is  certainly  the  least  meaning  which 


12  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

could  be  given  to  this  instrument.  What  is  the  education 
of  thirty  young  men  as  compared  with  the  millions  born 
each  year?  From  a  material  standpoint  the  gift  is  insig- 
nificant. 

The  greatest  significance  of  the  will  lies  in  the  fact 
that  it  is  the  expression  of  friendship  between  two  of  the 
greatest  nations  in  the  world,  it  is  a  tie  which  each  year 
shall  renew  and  increase,  and  it  is  an  unmistakable  proph- 
ecy of  the  future  co-operation  of  England  and  the  United 
States,  for  the  settlement  of  matters  of  world  wide 
importance. 

Notwithstanding  the  liberal  provisions  of  the  will  and 
the  part  which  it  may  contribute  toward  the  solution  of 
great  problems,  its  provisions  were  no  sooner  made 
public  than  many  of  the  editors  of  little  newspapers  began 
a  tirade  against  English  people  and  English  customs. 
From  the  array  of  South  African  names,  some  seem  to 
have  siezed  upon  the  opportunity  to  impress  their  readers 
with  the  prodigiousness  of  their  memory,  while  others 
make  it  the  occasion  for  sarcastic  remarks  with  reference 
to  both  England  and  the  United  States. 

Would  that  we  had  many  like  Cecil  Rhodes,  to  love  us, 
and  to  bring  the  two  great  Anglo-Saxon  nations  together 
in  indissoluble  bonds  of  friendship.         / 


The  remark  is  often  made  that  newspapers  create 
the  sentiment  of  the  people.  This  may  have  been  true  at 
one  time,  and  in  a  general  application  of  the  statement, 
may  be  true  now;  I  do  not  believe  it  is  true.  The  state- 
ment certainly  does  not  hold  for  limited  portions  of  the 
country,  nor  do  I  think  it  a  lamentable  fact  that  the  rule 
fails  to  apply  in  restricted  portions.  For  the  moral  tone, 
which  in  many  instances  would  result  from  the  sentiment 
created — the  indirect  creation,  so  to  speak,  of  an  uncer- 
tain quantity — would  be  a  matter  for  gross  apprehension. 

It  is  not  an  unusual  thing  for  the  editorial  policies  of 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGLA.N  13 

these  country  sheets  to  be  under  the  direction  of  men 
without  common  intelligence,  to  say  nothing  of  educa- 
tional qualifications.  As  a  result  the  composition  is  pain- 
fully bad;  and  the  strength  of  the  editorial  often  depends 
upon  the  coarsest  kind  of  ridicule.  Sentiment  is  deter 
mined  by  the  ideals  which  underlie  it.  Then  the  stupidity 
of  the  sentiment,  which  such  editors  as  I  have  described 
might  create,  would  be  nothing  short  of  vile. 

It  often  happens,  too,  that  some  of  the  most  vicious 
characters  are  found  in  these  positions.  How  often  do 
we  find  the  vices  of  great  men  without  their  virtues?  How 
terrible  would  be  the  sentiment  created  by  such  a  press! 
From  this  editorial  imbecility  and  riciousness  has  resulted 
almost  universal  contempt  for  editorial  comment.  The 
certainty  of  this  post  cannot  be  doubted,  for  some  time 
ago  the  editor  of  one  of  the  best  papers  in  Mississippi  told 
an  advertiser,  who  wished  to  buy  the  local  column  of  his 
paper  that  he  valued  the  local  column  at  the  same  price  as 
he  valued  his  paper.  This  state  of  affairs  is  common  and 
will  continue  until  the  better  class  of  citizens  refuse  to 
patronize  such  incompetency. 


A  few  days  ago  the  editor  of  the  Collegian.,  as  secretary 
of  the  Mississippi  Inter-Collegiate  Oratorical  Association, 
received  a  letter|from  one  judge  of  the  approaching  contest, 
in  which  letter  the  judge  congratulated  Mississippi  upon 
the  high  class  orations  submitted.  He  said  that  he  had  just 
performed  a  like  duty  for  another  Southern  state,  and  that 
the  orations  submitted  by  Mississippi  were  at  least  one 
hundred  per  cent,  better  than  those  from  the  other  state. 
He  said,  also,  that  every  oration  was  better  than  the  best 
of  the  others.  This  is  very  gratifying,  and  we  feel  proud 
of  the  showing  which  our  representatives  make;  but  let  it 
be  remembered  that  if  this  does  no  more  than  feed  our 
vanity  it  is  worthless.  We  call  attention  to  it  not  from  a 
spirit  of  boasting,  but  in  tne  hope  that  it  may  be  an  inspir- 


14  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

ation  to  every  colleg-e  boy  in  Mississippi.  Let  it  be  the 
ambition  of  every  Mississippi  boy  to  take  the  first  place, 
no  matter  what  his  work  may  be. 


T.  W.  Holloman,  an  alumnus  of  both  the  literary  and 
law  departments  of  Millsaps  College,  who  is  now  taking- 
the  law  course  of  the  University  of  Virginia  is  to  be  one  of 
the  representatives  in  the  debate  which  takes  place  in 
Washington,  D,  C,  April  18,  between  the  representatives 
of  University  of  Virginia  and  Columbian  University.  Mr. 
Holloman  won  the  place  to  represent  the  University  of 
Virginia  in  a  competitive  contest  held  about  March  1st. 
We  are  glad  to  hear  of  the  success  of  our  alumni,  and  the 
Collegian^  on  behalf  of  the  college,  extends  congratulations 
for  what  has  already  been  achieved,  and  best  wishes  for 
success  in  the  contest. 


Some  members  of  our  faculty,  and  other  friends  have 
received  invitations  to  attend  the  marriage  of  Prof.  J.  P. 
Hanner  to  Miss  Claire  Dowman,  daughter  of  President 
Dowman  of  Emory  College,  Oxford, Ga.,  which  marriage  is 
to  take  place  May  1, 

Prof.  Hanner  was  for  a  number  of  years  professor  of 
modern  languages  and  history  in  Millsaps,  and  at  present 
occupies  the  chair  of  modern  languages  at  Emory  College. 
During  Prof.  Hanner 's  stay  at  Millsaps  he  made  many 
warm  friends  who  have  never  forgotten  him.  All  of  his 
friends  join  the  Collegian  in  extending  congratulations,  and 
in  wishing  for  him  and  his  bride  elect  a  life  filled  with 
sunshine  and  happiness. 


THE    MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  15 


The  excellence  of  a  book  in  no  way  depends  upon  the 
grandeur  of  the  subject  which  it  embraces;  but  on  the 
other  hand  those  dealing  with  the  simplest  problems  ot 
human  interest  are  most  often  those  worthy  of  the  g^reatest 
praise. 

Two  great  exemplifyers  of  this  fact  may  be  found  iix 
Milton  and  Dante  Gabrielle,  tho  in  point  of  style  they  are 
widely  separated.  Milton  is  an  exponent  of  idealism, 
while  Dante  adheres  to  the  opposing  realism. 

In  all  of  Milton's  work  we  may  see  his  great  idealistic 
teachings,  and  for  this  he  uses  the  simplest  instance  of 
human  passion;  while  Dante,  in  his  Divine  Comedy,  treats 
of  the  fall  and  redemption  of  man.  These  widely  differing 
themes  were  selected  by  Milton  and  Dante  because  they 
were  best  suited  to  the  writer  and  his  time. 

It  may  be  said  in  this  connection  that  the  theme  of 
any  artist  will  and  should  be,  to  some  extent,  shaped  by 
the  conditions  of  the  time  and  the  taste  of  the  people. 
Often  certain  political  and  religious  beliefs  shape  the 
author's  treatment  of  a  subject,  which  otherwise  he  would 
never  have  touched.  But  while  this  statement  is  true  to  a 
certain  extent,  that  is  that  a  man  should  be  governed  to 
some  extent  by  conditions,  it  should  not  be  abused  as 
seems  to  be  the  alarming  tendency  among  recent  literary 
adventurers. 

Neither  should  we  go  to  another  extreme  and  for 
inventive  romance  sacrifiice  actuality.  From  our  few 
specimen  products  of  Shakespeare's  incomparable  imagi- 
nation we  fairly  tingle  with  delight  to  think  of  what  he 
might  have  invented  had  his  best  efforts  been  expended 
that  way.  Not  that  we  feel  any  remorse  that  he  did  not, 
for  surely  he  did  greater  in  treatmg  the  actual.  He  did 
not  see  the  reason  for  drawing  on  his  imagination,  when 
all  around  him  were  examples  of  every  conceivable  human 


16  THE  MILLSAPS  COLLEGIAN 

character.     Why  invent  more  when  these  were  already  at 
hand  and  so  strikingly  realistic. 

Here,  a  comprehensive  education  is  invaluable  to  the 
writer,  for  he  must  have  at  his  command  these  examples 
and  an  appreciation  of  them  if  he  expects  to  use  them  to 
advantage.  He  may  get  them  from  the  historian  and  give 
them  in  a  new  form  to  his  reader  and  thus  serve  a  double 
purpose.  This,  too,  may  and  has  been  carried  to  excess 
in  the  indiscriminate  outpouring  of  novels,  depending  for 
substance  on  one  or  more  historical  facts,  usually  depending 
for  their  interest  on  a  few  blood  curdling,  sword  clanging, 
hair  splitting  events.  There  is  such  a  thing  as  a  man 
exercising  judgment  and  moderation  in  selecting  his  sub- 
jects while  adhering  to  his  doctrine  of  actuality. 

Again  there  must  be  a  preconcluded  plan  to  which  we 
expect  to  adhere  if  we  would  hope  to  achieve  any  measure 
of  success.  Certain  writers  seem  as  if  they  began  to 
write,  determined  to  accomplish  a  certain  amount  of  work 
reckoned  according  to  volume,  and  not  by  any  standard  of 
quality.  After  they  relate  to  you  a  more  or  less  inter- 
esting incident,  depend  upon  acquainting  you  with  the 
exact  condition  of  the  weather,  so  much  .so  all  thro  the 
book  that  a  prominent  institution  seems  to  be  the  weather 
bureau,  the  degree  to  which  certain  wild  flower  buds  are 
open  just  at  that  time;  the  height  in  the  heavens  to  which 
the  sun  or  moon,  as  the  case  may  be,  has  attained,  to 
interest  you  until  they  shall  have  been  able  to  arrange  the 
stage  sitting  for  another  incident. 

We  do  not  mean  to  discount  any  worthy  description  of 
natural  beauty,  but  we  do  seriously  object  to  seeing  nature 
imposed  on  in  such  a  way.  Can  any  one  imagine  one  of 
Shakespeare's  plays  to  have  been  written  without  a  definite 
plan  ?  Can  you  conceive  of  George  Eliott  writing  one  of 
her  novels  without  first  having  worked  it  out  even  to  the 
minutest  details  ?    Certainly  not. 

These  few  remarks  have  been  made  while  holding 
constantly  in  mind  the  tendency  now  prevailing  to  discard 
these  principles  and  to  seek  after  new  methods.  But  the 
way  was  long  ago  made  clear,  and  if  we  would  succeed  we 
must  be  subject  to  these  principles.  The  writer  who  has 
culture,  a  keen  sense  of  appreciation  and  the  artistic  tem- 
perament will  succeed.  No  invention  of  the  mind  or  trick, 
no  matter  how  dexterous,  will  suffice. 


THE   MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN  17 


Opportunity  is  a  bird  that  must  be  caug-ht  on  the 
wing-;  she  never  alights  and  caws  in  the  ears  of  a  Rip  Van 
Winkle  to  wake  him. 

Let  those  who  are  tired  of  life  try  work  for  awhile; 
hard  work  makes  strong*  muscle. 

Some  students  cannot  remember  what  they  want  to 
because  they  will  not  forget  what  they  ought  to. 

A  great  deal  of  good  can  be  accomplished  by  not 
talking. 

The  college  vandal  is  an  intolerable  nuisance,  an 
unbearable  evil.  When  he  finds  anything  about  the  buildings 
or  campus  that  he  cannot  break,  cut  or  burn,  he  spits  on  it 
or  defaces  it  with  some  execrable  abomination  conceived 
in  the  vileness  of  his  heart  and  executed  by  the  villainy  of 
his  hand.  The  clean  and  the  beautiful  are  a  perpetual 
offense  to  his  heart  and  an  unceasing  sore  to  his  eye. 
When  one  of  this  diabolical  genus  is  found  on  the  campus, 
all  college  work  should  be  suspended  till  he  can  be  ridden 
on  a  rail  and  shipped  in  a  freight  car  to  the  miserable 
parents  who  palmed  him  off  on  a  college  to  get  rid  of  his 
presence  at  home.  Respectable  students  should  hold  their 
noses  when  passing  near  such  a  moral  carcass. 

We  should  be  very  cautious  in  forming  '*  habits", 
especially  bad  ones,  for  they  arehard  to  overcome.  In  break- 
ing up  the  smallest  "habit",  if  you  break  off  the  first  letter 
it  does  not  change  a  bit.  If  you  break  off  another,  you  still 
have  a  bit  left.  If  you  break  off  still  another,  the  whole  of 
//  remains.  If  you  break  off  another  it  is  not  /-totally 
destroyed.  If  you  wish  to  get  rid  of  a  habit  vou  mus 
throw  it  off  altogether. — Selected. 


18  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 


The  Emory  and  Henry  Era  has  an  excellent  joint  dis- 
cussion of  Hamlefs  sanity.  We  think  the  affirmative  has 
decidedly  the  better  of  the  argument,  and  that  the  sanity 
of  Shakespeare's  supreme  creation  is  sustained  against  all 
contradiction.  The  poems,  "Mam'selle  Marie,"  "The 
Race  not  Yet"  and  "  Woman  "  are  all  worthy  of  publication 
— of  course,  they  are  else  they  would  not  appear  in 
the  Era. 

The  JournaV^'s,  printing  a  series  of  prize  essays.  Some 
of  them  are  very  ingenious  and  entertaining.  Uncle  George 
is  the  joUiest  soul  connected  with  the  Journal;  his  poems 
always  delight.  The  Journal  is  sober  in  its  general 
make-up.  Evidently  the  aim  is  rather  to  instruct  than  to 
amuse.  Such  earnestness  is  commended  to  monthlies  of  a 
lighter  sort. 

Bound  in  beautiful  Easter  attire  the  University  of  Va. 
Magazine  is  full  of  good  things  from  cover  to  cover.  Twenty- 
three  stories,  poems,  and  sketches,  with  four  good  depart- 
ments afford  a  menu  sufficiently  varied  for  the  most  dys- 
pestic  to  find  something  palatable.  The  Magazine  seems 
never  to  lack  matter  nor  money.  The  subscription  price 
is  $1.75  per  year. 

The  Class  Tree  number  of  Emory  Phcenix  contains 
class  poems,  history,  prophecy,  etc.  Such  things  are 
always  of  most  interest  locally,  but  some  of  these  are 
unusually  clever.  Other  literary  matter  is  up  to  the 
standard. 

We  are  delighted  to  add  the  Gray  Jacket  to  our  exchange 
list.     It  is  neatly  gotten  up  and  easily  ranks  with  the  best. 

The  University  of  Ariz.  Monthly  is  beautified  with 
numerous  excellent  cuts. 


THE    MLLSAPS   COLLEGIAN  19 

CLIPPINGS. 


"My  daug-hter,"  and  feis  voice  was  stern, 

"You  must  set  this  matter  right; 
What  time  did  the  Sophomore  leave, 

Who  sent  in  his  card  tonig-ht?  " 

"  His  work  was  pressing-.  Father  dear. 

And  his  love  for  it  was  great; 
He  took  his  leave  and  went  away 

Before  a  quarter  of  eight." 

Then  a  twinkle  came  to  her  bright  blue  eye, 

And  her  dimple  deeper  grew, 
"It's  surely  no  sin  to  tell  him  that. 

For  a  quarter  of  eight  is  two."  — £x. 


Tennyson. 

He  sleepeth  unafraid 

In  the  great  Minster  lowly  laid 

Where  England  guards  her  mighty  dead. 

Clear  vision'd  seer  to  his  own  age 
His  is  the  imperial  page 
Of  deathless  song. 

He  wrought  not  for  himself  and  wrote  his  name 
In  words  of  world-wide  fame. 
Lover  of  right  and  scourge  of  wrong. 

He  understood  his  time 
And  from  a  height  sublime 
Benignly  look't  upon  his  fellow-men. 

He  knew  and  lov'd  them  all 
The  lordly  great  the  lowly  small, 
As  children  from  one  Father  sprung. 


20  MILLSAPS  COLLEGIAN. 

For  prophet  voices  far  and  near 
His  was  the  quick  discerning  ear 
To  hear  what  the  Great  Master  said. 

And  hear  Him  of  the  ages  ask 
That  love  should  still  be  at  her  task 
Revealing  God  to  Man. 

He  saw  as  in  the  noonday  clear 
What  others  dimly  saw  with  fear 
Through  light  confus'd  by  mystery, 

How  that  in  all  the  mighty  past 
Love  ever  triumph 'd  at  the  last 
Through  sorrow,  toil  and  pain. 

And  love  he  knew  unto  the  end, 
Would  ever  be  Man's  steadfast  friend, 
For  God  Himself  is  Love. 

'Tis  such  as  he  that  make  a  people  great 
And  pledge  to  man  his  high  estate 
Of  immortality. 

—F,  B.  Carroll,  iu  S.  W.  Univ.  Magazine. 


He  that  knows  not 

And  knows  that  he  knows  not 

He  is  a  Freshman,  respect  him. 

He  that  knows  not 

And  knows  not  that  he  knows  not, 

He  is  a  Sophomore,  pity  him. 

He  that  knows 

And  knows  that  he  knows, 

He  is  a  Junior,  honor  him. 


MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN.  21 

But  he  that  thinks  he  knows 

And  thinks  that  everybody  thinks  he  knows, 

He  is  a  Senior,  care  for  him.  — Ex. 


The  Race  Not  Yet. 


A  weary  negro  stopped  to  rest, 

The  sun  was  down,  'twas  almost  nig-ht. 
A  full-grown  haunt  walked  up  to  him, 

He  rose  and  took  to  speedy  flight. 
O'er  hill,  through  valley,  over  plain, 

'Mid  forests  and  by  waving  mead. 
He  leaped,  he  bounded,  fled  headlong. 

With  all  his  noble  strength  and  speed. 

At  last  he  paused  and  sank  to  earth, 

And  men  for  miles  could  hear  him  pant, 
He  drooped  his  head,  then  lifted  it, 

For  forward  strode  tlat  full-grown  haunt. 
*'  'Twas  quite  a  race,"  the  haunt  began. 

"  Yes,  suh,  'twas  dat  "  (with  humble  bow), 
"  But  dat  dar  race  won't  hold  a  light 

To  dis  one  dat  I'll  gib  you  now. " 

— Bob  Pierce,  in  Emory  and  Henry  Era, 


When  Mary  tried  to  milk  a  cow 

O'er  which  the  flies  were  scattered. 
The  bovine  waved  her  agile  tail 

Till  Mary's  nerves  were  shattered. 
"I  wish  that  tail  would  turn  to  stone," 

I  heard  poor  Mary  mutter. 
This  seemed  to  vex  the  docile  beast, 

And  she  straightway  turned  to  butt  her. 

—  University  of  Arizona  Monthly, 


22  MILLSAPS  COLLEGIAN. 


LOCAL   Department. 


The  third  quarter  is  over  and  we  are  now  on  the 
"home  stretch." 

Columbus,  the  place  for  holding-  the  oratorical  contest* 
is  so  far  off  that  we  will  not  be  represented  this  year  as  in 
former  years  by  "rooters".  A  few  of  the  students,  how- 
ever, will  go  up  to  "  take  in  "  the  contest  peacefully. 

Mr.  Ahrens,  a  representative  of  the  New  Orleans  Pic- 
ayune, who  was  present  at  the  banquet  in  New  York, 
given  in  honor  of  "der  Prinz  Heinrich,"  gave  us  a  very 
instructive,  as  well  as  amusing  talk  on  the  Prince  and  his 
visit.     We  hope  to  have  Mr.  Ahrens  with  -us  again. 

A  few  of  the  towti  students  went  over  to  Clinton  last 
Saturday  to  witness  the  ball  game  between  Mississippi 
and  Jefferson  Colleges.     They  report  a  splendid  time. 

Messrs.  Lidell  and  Eaton,  former  students  of  Millsaps 
College,  were  with  college  friends  a  few  days  this  month. 
They  came  to  be  present  at  the  Kappa  Alpha  reception 
Friday  night,  April  18. 

Mr.  E.  H.  Galloway,  '00,  has  been  confined  to  his  room 
with  fever.  Mr.  Galloway  was  sick  for  sometime,  and  has 
had  quite  a  time  of  it.     We  are  glad  to  see  him  out  again. 

The  class  in  Junior  Physics  will,  on  next  Tuesday, 
make  a  trip  to  the  gas  works,  electric  power  house,  ice 
factory  and  telegraph  office. 

On  the  first  day  May  the  contestants  for  the  essay 
medal  will  hand  in  their  essays  and  write  an  extempora- 
neous essay,  the  subject  of  which  will  be  given  on  that 
day.  Quite  a  number  of  students  have  entered  into  this 
contest,  which  promises  to  be  a  spirited  one. 


MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN.  23 

All  the  classes  in  the  college  are  making  arrangements 
to  have  their  photos  taken  for  the  last  issue  of  the  Collegian. 
We  will  be  able  this  year  to  show  the  public  a  new  and 
handsome  (?)  line  of  "mugs". 

Judge  — Did  you  say  that  an  alligator  was  an  amphib- 
ious animal  ? 

Mr.  Swamp — Lord  o' mercy,  I  should  say  so!  He'll 
eat  a  nigger  in  a  minute  ! 

The  Lamar  Literary  Society  celebrated  its  ninth 
anniversary  on  Friday  night,  April  11.  Quite  an  enjoyable 
evening  was  spent  by  those  who  came  out.  Mr.  O.  W. 
Bradley,  the  orator  of  the  occasion,  spoke  on  "The  Depraved 
Condition  of  American  Politics."  Mr.  Bradley's  speech 
was  well  delivered  and  a  very  creditable  production.  The 
anniversarian,  Mr.  A.  Thompson,  delivered  an  interesting 
as  well  as  instructive  oration  on  "The  Demand  for  College 
Bred  Men  in  the  Commercial  and  Industrial  World."  The 
program  of  the  evening  concluded  with  the  address  of 
Hon.  H.  L.  Whitfield,  State  Superintendent  of  Education. 

On  Friday  evening,  April  the  eighteenth,  Alpha  Mu 
Chapter  of  Kappa  Alpha,  gave  a  reception  at  the  home  of 
Hon.  H.  L.  Whitfield.  The  elegant  home  was  artistically 
decorated  with  the  colors  of  the  fraternity.  Dainty 
refreshmeets  were  served,  and  the  orchestra  furnished 
beautiful  music  the  whole  of  the  evening.  The  reception 
was  enjoyable  from  the  beginning  to  the  close. 


24  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 

Lamar  Literary  Society  Notes. 

The  Society  met  on  the  night  of  April  4,  Mr.  J.  B. 
Howell  presiding-.  The  question  for  debate  was :  Resolved, 
That  there  should  be  no  private  or  individual  ownership 
of  land,  but  that  all  the  lands  should  be  owned  by  the  gov- 
ernment and  leased  to  the  people.  Great  interest  was 
manifested  in  the  debate,  and  both  sides  of  the  question 
were  fully  discussed;  however  the  judges  gave  their 
decision  in  favor  of  the  negative.  This  being  the  night 
for  the  election  of  the  officers  to  serve  for  the  fourth 
quarter,  the  following  gentlemen  were  elected :  G.  R. 
Nobles,  President;  A.  M.  Ellison,  Vice  President;  H.  V. 
Watkins,  Secretary;  W.  C.  Bowman,  Critic;  Luther  Man- 
ship,  Corresponding  Secretary;  M.  L.  Culley,  Censor;  B. 
E.  Tindall,  Chaplain;  H.  A.  Wood,  Door  keeper;  C.  R. 
Ridgeway  was  elected  monthly  orator. 

The  anniversary  of  the  society  was  held  on  the  llth 
of  April.  This  occasion  is  always  anticipated  with  much 
pleasure  by  the  public  as  well  as  by  the  student-body  of 
the  college,  and  the  ninth  anniversary  gave  an  especially 
entertaining  program.  The  exercises  took  place  in  the 
chapel,  which  was  beautifully  decorated  with  JBowers.  A 
large  audience  assembled  for  the  occasion.  Mr.  O.  W. 
Bradley  was  the  "orator".  He  spoke  on  "The  Depraved 
State  of  American  Politics."  Mr.  Bradley  made  a  most 
excellent  speech.  The  anniversarian,  Mr.  Allen  Thompson, 
chose  for  his  subject,  "The  Demand  for  College  Bred 
Men  in  the  Industrial  and  Commercial  World."  Mr. 
Thompson,  who  is  an  excellent  speaker,  handled  his  sub- 
ject in  a  masterly  manner.  The  public  speaker  for  the 
occasion  was  the  distinguished  Superintendent  of  Public 
Education,  Prof.  H.  L.  Whitfield.  His  speech  on  Young 
Men  and  Mississippi  was  highly  enjoyed  by  all  present. 

On  April  18th  the  Society  met  with  President  Howell 
it  the  chair.  The  officers-elect  for  the  fourth  quarter 
were  installed.  The  question  :  Resolved,  That  all  trusts 
and  combines,  tending  to  monopolize  trade,  are  unjusti- 
fiable, was  debated,  affirmative  winning.  On  account  of 
the  resignation  of  the  treasurer,  Mr.  L.  Q.  C.  Williams, 
Mr.  C.  R.  Ridgeway  was  elected  to  serve  for  the  remainder 
of  the  fourth  quarter. 

Luther  Manship,  G.  R.  Nobles, 

Cor.  Secretary.  President. 


JACKSON,  MISS. 

IDEAL  LOCATION,  combining-  all  the  advantag-es  of  the 
city  with  the  healthful  conditions  and  immunities  of  the  country. 
Convenient  to  electric  car  line. 


Literary  and  Law  Departments  Otter  Special  Advantages. 

FOK    CATAI.OGUK    ADDRESS. 

W.    B.    MVRKAH,  Pi-esident. 


THE  COLLEGIAN  STAEF,  lt)01-lW2. 


I  i  III  M  I  III  ill  I  I'M  M  g  a  il  i  8-H  I  I  I  i  I  I  I  I  I  I  I  I  I  11  I  I  I 

:  MILLSARS     OOLLEGIAnW 


W    Vol.  4  JACKSON,  MISS,,  MAY,  1902  No.  8 

1 1  m  n  i  1 1  i  1 1  i  II 11  n  =H°M-t-^  i  n  1 1  m  1 1  ii  1 1 1 1  ii  1 1" 


Only  a  Withered    Rosebud. 


Only  a  rosebud;  jet  didst  thou  not  nestle 
Within  a  crown  of  gold  that  sheltered  eyes, 

Blue  eyes,  than  which  none  ever  were  more  faithful, 
Eyes  brig-ht  as  evening-'s  summer  sunset  skies? 

Ah,  but  thou  hast  the  power  to  wake 

A  form  of  love  and  beauty  from  the  past, 

A  time  when  heart  to  heart  its  message  spoke, 
When  love  knew  love,  and  soul  knew  soul  at  last. 

Tho'  thou  art  faded  now,  because  thou  then 
Didst  blossom  in  her  hair  and  kiss  her  cheek, 
What  mem'ries  of  the  bygone  thou  dost  send 

Unto  my  heart,  what  language  thou  dost  speak! 

Ah,  little  withered  petals,  it  is  gone, 

The  perfumes  thou  didst  gather  from  her  breath, 
Thy  color,  from  her  cheek  which  thou  hast  drawn, 

Thy  beauties  all  are  blent  in  common  death; 

Yet  Flora  could  not  pluck  from  all  her  bow'r 

A  blossom  I  should  reckon  half  so  rare 
As  what  remains  of  this  poor  faded  flowV 

A  maiden  stole  for  me  from  out  her  hair. 

J.  H.  P.,  •04. 


THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

Broken  on  the  Wheel. 


j.H.p.,^04. 

The  war  between  the  States  had  come  with  its  call  to 
g-lory,  and  passed,  leaving-  but  a  harvest  of  threshed  and 
bruised  hope  in  its  wake.  Carlyle  Ferguson  had  been  too 
young  to  enter  service,  but,  surely,  it  was  as  well  thus; 
father,  two  brothers  and  a  fortune  were  sacrifice  enough 
for  one  family.  One  short  year,  and  his  mother  too,  was 
laid  beside  father  and  brothers  in  the  shade  of  the  great 
dark  churchyard  cedars,  and  the  boy  was  alone.  Not 
quite.  There  was  Elizabeth  Knighton  who  had  promised 
to  marry  him  while  they  were  both  mere  children,  but  he 
was  almost  a  pauper  now,  and  she  was  still  rich.  His  pride 
would  not  let  him  ask  her  to  share  his  poverty.  Still,  his 
pride  did  not  keep  him  from  striving  to  make  a  home 
worthy  of  her;  so  one  day  he  kissed  her  goodby  and 
started  for  the  magic  West,  promising  to  return  when  he 
had  made  his  fortune,  and  claim  her. 

His  claim  in  the  Camel's  Hump  Hills  panned  out  fairly 
well,  and,  though  he  had  never  known  a  moment  of  labor, 
he  worked  as  hard  as  the  toughened  miners.  After  awhile 
the  blisters  in  his  hands  hardened  to  callous  corns.  What 
if  brain  and  body  did  ache  sometimes,  and  he  could  not 
see  much  difiference  between  his  lot  and  that  of  a  brute? 
Was  it  not  for  gold — and  Beth? 

But,  bend  his  body  and  wear  a  miner's  apron  as  he 
would  all  the  week,  yet  Sunday,  that  gala-day  of  the  miner, 
and  a  well-preserved  tailored  suit  would  obscure  the 
burrowing  brute  and  restore  the  gentleman — a  Southern 
gentleman,  too,  the  most  perfect  type  in  the  world.  Carl 
was  handsome;  the  strain  of  ancient  peerage  was  in  his 
blood,  aud  the  cultured  lineaments  and  manners  of  many 
generations  was  his  birthright. 

It  was  but  natural  that  there  should  be  butlittle  under- 
standing and  sympathy  between  him  and  the  rough 
uncouth  class  of  men  with  which  he  found  himself.  No 
act  on  the  part  of  either  party  was  responsible  for  the 
fault;  to  them  he  was  another  creature,  belonging  to 
another  race,  and  that,  too,  the  uncertain,  but  none  the 
less  detested  race  of  "dandies."  That  he  was  not  alto- 
gether a  tenderfoot,    however,   they   had   found  out  soon 


THE   MILLS  A  PS    COLLKGIAN  3 

after  his   arrival,  when,    one  nig-ht,  he    had  knocked   Ned 
Thompson!,  an  insulting-  bully,  half  across  the  saloon. 

It  was  but  natural,  too,  that  Nita,  the  daug-hter  of  old 
Joaquin,  who  kept  the  store,  should  admire  Carl  for  the 
very  faults  her  father  deemed  so  serious.  Thev  had  met 
one  day  as  he  was  passing-  up  the  gorg-e  from  his  work. 
She  had  been  g-athering-  wild  flowers,  and  to  his  surprised 
sig-ht,  as  she  stood  there  in  her  rich,  half-Spanish  beauty, 
her  color  heightened  from  confusion,  her  heavy  dark  hair 
kissed  and  fondled  by  the  wind  which  swept  the  moun- 
tainside, she  seemed  a  fairer  sister  to  the  bouquet  of 
beauties  that  she  held  in  her  arm;  some  rare  and  magic 
wild-rose,  grown  in  that  hidden  nook  for  the  gods  to  feast 
their  eyes  on. 

In  every  heart  there  is  something  of  tenderness;  give 
it  a  chance,  and  it  will  out.  The  instinct  of  homage  and 
reverence  is  in  every  soul;  grim  mountains  and  a  close  sky 
shut  them  into  a  narrow  world,  she  was  their  divinity. 
But,  alas  for  clay  idols!  She,  too,  must  worship;  and  Carl 
was  her  hero.  Carl  dropped  in  at  the  store  rather  fre- 
quently to  chat  with  her,  and  could  not  understand  why 
her  color  deepened  when  he  entered.  Old  Joaquin  always 
smiled  as  he  came  in,  and  ground  his  teeth  and  clenched 
his  hands  as  he  turned  to  go. 

But  the  miners  saw  what  Carl  did  not;  they  knew  her 
maiden  heart  was  open  to  this  dandy,  and  grew  jealous. 
What  right  had  he  to  come  from  another  world  and  claim, 
the  only  fair  thing  in  their  own?  It  was  hard  to  see  the 
pet  of  the  camp  turn  from  their  rough  kindness  to  this 
stranger.  Ned  Thompson,  in  particular,  thought  he  had 
grievances.  He  had  never  brought  himself  to  reconcil- 
iation with  the  man  whose  heavy  hand  had  measured  the 
floor  of  the  saloon  with  his  lank  body.  Then,  did  he  not 
intend  to  marry  Nita  himself?  He  liad  as  much  dust  and 
nuggets  as  any  man  in  Black-Rock  camp  and  old  Joaquin 
had  intimated  that  it  would  be  a  very  agreeable  consumma- 
tion to  him. 

One  night  Nita  grew  lonesome  as  she  sat  upon  the 
doorstep  of  her  father's  shanty,  and  wondering  why  he 
stayed  so  late  at  the  store,  decided  to  go  down  and  return 
with  him.  On  arriving  at  the  door  she  found  it  closed,  but 
hearing  a  voice  inside,  placed  first  her  eye,  then  her  ear  to 
the  key  hole.     It  was  Ned  talking,  and  her  father  nodding 


4  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

his  approval,  while  Bloody  Bill  stood  grimly  by  with 
folded  arms  and  stolid  face.  "Whuts  the  young-  jay-hawk 
here  fur?  Them  hands  o'  hisn  wan't  white  fur  nuthing- 
when  he  come,  and  they  haint  growed  hard  like  mine  fur 
nuthing  neither.  He's  got  a  object  fellers.  Didn't  Jake 
Strathers  lose  a  whole  bag-  o'  nuggets  last  week?  Its  my 
opinion  he  aint  no  desirable  citizen  o'  this  camp."  So  he 
talked  on  and  her  father  kept  nodding-,  and  Bill's  hand 
went  down  and  rested  on  his  long  crooked  dirk,  until  with 
horror  she  heard  the  hellish  compact  to  kill  Carl  among 
the  rocks  as  he  came  through  the  dusk  next  evening. 

Next  morning  as  Carl  went  to  his  work,  Nita  stepped 
from  behind  a  ledge  of  rock,  with  that  slender  expressive 
forefinger  lifted,  but  there  was  no  blush  now;  only  pallor, 
from  which  her  great  black  eyes  looked  out  like  those  of  a 
freightened  fawn. 

"The  Senor  will  not  come  back  this  way  tonight." 

"Why,  Nita?" 

"Because,  if  he  does  he  will  die.     Oh,  he  will  die!" 

"What  do  you  mean  child?    Come,  tell  me." 

"Make  me  say  no  more.     Senor  does   not  think  I  lie?" 

"Of  course  not.  I  will  ask  but  one  thing  more.  Why 
does  Nita  warn  me?     What  does  she  care?" 

"Oh,  because — because — does  Senor  not  know?  Nita 
loves  him." 

The  blush  had  come  back  now  with  all  its  arrears. 
He  was  very  near  to  her,  and  as  he  drew  her  to  him  his 
lips  were  as  hot  as  those  they  pressed. 

Of  course  Carl  had  plenty  of  food  for  reflection  that 
day.  He  was  not  afraid  of  death,  but  then  he  did  not  want 
to  die  in  that  way,  and  he  was  not  ready  yet;  before  him 
was  a  loug  life,  and  Beth,  Beth?  He  looked  into  his  heart 
with  surprise.  What  did  he  find  there?  His  conscience 
hurt  him,  but — oh  well,  the  proud  Elizabeth  was  far  away, 
and  Nita,  child  of  nature,  child  of  love,  had  touched  his 
heart  in  a  tenderer  place  than  Elizabeth  Knighton  had 
ever  done.  Yes,  he  loved  her.  She  was  as  pure  as  Eliza- 
beth herself;  one  was  a  wild  rose  that  stole  its  color  from 
red  mountain  sunrises,  the  other  a  hot  house  lily.  And 
he  had  come  to  love  those  mountain  sunrises,  something 
in  the  wild  western  wind  had  changed  his  fiber  too. 

He  went  to  his  hut  by  an  infrequented  way  that  night. 
On  the  next  day  he  went  to  Egerton  to  deposit  his  accum- 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLIGIAN  5 

ulation  of  precious  dust  and  nug-g-ets.  It  was  fifteen 
miles  from  camp  He  had  stayed  in  town  long-er  than  he 
intended,  and  a  storm  was  gathering  as  he  left;  one  of  tliose 
storms  which  the  Aeolus  of  the  western  mountains  let 
loose  without  even  a  friendly  rumble  to  tell  of  the 
approaching- hurricane.  Darkness  had  fallen  thick,  pal- 
pable darkness;  the  g-rim  hills  with  their  sentinel  pines, 
whose  mystic  voices  were  hushed,  held  their  breath  and 
braced  themselvs  for  the  coming  onslaught.  Only  the 
monotonous  click  of  the  broncho's  feet  against  the 
unyielding  rock,  and  an  occasional  flash  as  the  steel  of  his 
shoes  met  solid  flint.  Carl  was  deep  in  his  thoug-hts.  He 
would  go  back  to  Nita  and  marry  her. 

Nature,  Fortune  and  Love,  all  were  kind  to  him 
among-  these  mountains.  How  cold  was  Beth's  farewell 
kiss  when  he  thoug-ht  of  Nita's!  He  would-  Flash!  The 
luried  light  played  about  the  crag-s,  and  then  to  his  left 
was — Nita,  and  Ned  Thompson's  arm  about  her  waist  as 
he  quickly  drew  her  behind  a  boulder. 

Heavens!  He  rode  on,  nobis  broncho  carried  him.  on 
to  his  shanty.  He  slept  not  that  nig-ht.  What  meant 
that  picture  he  had  seen,  painted  by  the  angry  heavens 
ag-ainst  a  background  of  rocks  and  night?  Oh  mercy,  was 
Nita — was  he  mistaken  in  her?     He  was  desperate. 

Next  morning  he  arose  with  fever  in  his  brain  and 
went  to  Nita.     He  found  her  pale  and  heavy-eyed. 

"Nita,"  said  he  sternly,  "why  were  you  in  that  storm 
last  night?" 

Oh,  pity!  You  forg-ot  Carl  that  you  were  a  Southern 
gentleman,  and  you  did  not  know  that  one  kiss  had  made 
the  child  a  woman.  Those  red  lips  g-rew  white  and  closed 
like  steel. 

"I  will  tell  you  not,  Senor." 

"I  have  a  rig-ht  to  know.     I — I  love  you." 

"Then  trust  me." 

"Trust  you!  Ah  merciful  heavens,  I  might  have 
known  it." 

Carl  was  talking  to  himself,  "I  am  a  fool.  What  have 
I  done?  At  home,  Elizabeth  is  waiting  for  me.  She  may 
be  cold  and  intellectual  and  proud,  but  she  can  make  me  a 
home  with  her  plenty;  and  I  dared  to  compare  her  with 
this  girl.  I  might  have  known  this  Spanish  girl  could  not 
be  virtuous  here." 


6  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

He  turned  and  was  ^one  and  Nita  would  have  blessed 
the  dagger  that  might  have  divided  her  heart.  No  work 
for  him  that  day.  He  lay  for  hours  on  a  ledge  of  rock 
near  his  claim,  then  returned  home.  That  night  he  sank 
into  a  troubled  sleep,  and  dreamed  that  he  had  thrown 
Nita  over  a  cliff. 

Suddenly  rough  hands  seized  him.  "Get  up,"  said 
Bloody  Bill.  He  felt  for  his  pistol,  but  it  was  not  in  its 
usual  place.  The  room  was  full  of  miners,  and  he  had  to 
yield.  They  seized  his  arms  without  a  word  and  started 
for  the  saloon.  That  silence  was  ominous.  On  reaching 
the  saloon  Ned  Thompson's  name  was  called. 

"Fellers''  said  he,  "all  I  knows  is  this:  I  wuz  in 
town  today,  and  the  banker  jest  said  as  that  wuz  a  fine 
nugget  whatFerguson  bought  f rom  Strathers.  'What  d'ye 
mean?'  sez  I.  Why,  that'un  what's  got  Strather's  name 
cut  on  the  smooth  side,'  sez  he.  'The  biggest  nugget 
Ferguson  fetched  up  with  him  yistid)^'  Gentlemen,  I 
reckon  you  knows  Ferguson  and  Strathers  ain't  had  no 
deal  in  nuggets." 

''No,"  corroborated  Strathers,  "I  haint  had  no  deal; 
somebody  else  done  all  the  dealin',  and  that  nugget  was 
worth  four  hundred  dollars      Hit  hed  my  name  on  it." 

"Fellers,"  said  another,  assuming  the  role  of  judge, 
"ye've  heard  the  charge  and  the  evidence;  what  d'ye  say?" 

There  was  a  few  moments  of  low  conversation.  Then 
Bloody  Bill  stepped  forward. 

"We  sez  guilty." 

Poor  Nita!  They  were  bitter  tears  she  shed  upon  the 
snowy  pillow  of  her  couch  that  night.  She  had  been 
wounded  mortally,  but  alas,  it  was  not  a  kind  wound;  it 
would  not  kill,  not  yet.  To  a  true  woman,  her  soul  and 
her  virtue  are  one.  Doubt  her  virtue  and  you  crush  her 
soul.  And  he —the  man  she  loved— had  deliberately  set 
his  foot  on  her  soul.  She  could  not  tell  him  that  she  had 
braved  that  storm  to  save  his  life;  that  Ned  Thompson 
would  have  killed  him  but  for  her.  No  that  would  have 
been  to  betray  her  father,  and  whatever  else,  he  was  her 
father  and  she  loved  him.  But  she  felt  that  Carl  was  in 
danger.  Once  she  dozed,  and  dreamed  that  her  father  had 
stolen  from  the  house.  She  lighted  a  lamp,  and  her  dream 
was  true.  Scarcely  knowing  what  she  did,  she  dressed 
and  went  toward  the  saloon.    As   she  drew  near  a  voice 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  7 

ceased.  She  looked  in  at  the  door.  A  dozen  men  with  a 
dozen  pistols  were  rang-ed  along-  one  wall.  It  came  on  her 
like  a  flash,  that  Carl  was  standing-  against  the  opposite 
wall.     It  was  Ned  Thompson's  voice  she  heard: 

"Ready?  Aim!  Fi— " 

Every  pistol  dropped,  but  it  was  too  late;  they  were 
empty.  Nita  had  rushed  in,  thrown  her  arms  about  Carl, 
and  her  body  between  him  and  the  pistols.  There  was 
just  a  weary  sigh,  a  tremulous  shiver,  the  fair  head  fell  to 
one  side,  the  long  black  hair,  which  she  had  not  put  up  in 
her  haste,  fell  across  the  pallid  face  and  veiled  its  mortal 
suffering,  and  Carl  felt  the  limp  body  slipping  from  his 
embrace  to  the  floor,  bruised  and  broken — on  the  wheel  of 
love.  Oh  how  passionately  he  kissed  those  cold  lips  now! 
But  they  could  not  respond.  Tenderly,  and  with  stream- 
ing- eyes  the  rougfh  miners  laid  her  on  a  couch. 

"Boys,"  said  Strathers,  "I  don't  know  as  weuns  will 
ever  g-it  ferg-ivness  for  this.  God  bless  the  darlin',  and  I 
haint  no  parson,  as  ye  knows;  but  if  I  haint  mistaken,  the 
Bible  sez  as  how  if  we  forgive  them  that  wrongs  us  maybe 
God '11  forgive  us.  Boys,  I  move  we  tr}-  it  and  let  him  go. 
What  d'ye  say,  Ned?" 

But  Ned  was  gone. 

"I  seconds  it,  and  moren  that  I've  got  good  reasons  fur 
thinkin'  as  Ned  Thompson  put  that  nugg-et  in  Fergerson's 
wallet,  and  took  the  rest  himself,"  said  another  who  had 
not  participated  in  the  mock  trial. 

Carl  was  bending  over  Nita,  his  whole  soul  a  prayer 
that  she  might  speak  and  forgive  him.  Once  she  opened 
her  eyes  and  smiled  faintly,  and  he  tried  to  kiss  her  back 
to  life  and  reason,  but  in  vain.  At  last  her  lips  began  to 
move.  What  was  she  saying?  "The  Senor  is  gone!  Oh, 
if  I  had  only  cried  out  that  night!  Then  that  villian  would 
have  killed  me,  and  I  would  not  have  heard  Senor  call  me 
that — that — oh  what  did  he  call  me!  Yes  he  said  he  loved 
me.  But  I  could  not  tell  him  it  was  father  that  wished  to 
kill  him  too,  and  he  is  gone,  and  I  cannot  die." 

But  death  was  kinder  than  she  said;  a  little  shudder,  a 
weary  sigh,  and  the  poor  girl  was  at  rest. 

A  miner  touched  Carl  and  he  arose.  "Ferg-uson." 
said  the  man  pointing  to  the  door,  "guess  yer  can  go,  and  if 
ye  air  a  scoundrel,  may  the  good  Lord  forgive  ye  whether 
he  does  us  or  not." 


8  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

Carl  Ferg-uson  passed  out  at  the  door  and  turned  his 
back  on  Black  Rock  Camp  forever.  A  wolf  howled  and  it 
seemed  the  cry  of  some  forlorn  spirit.  A  red  meteor 
threw  its  gfhastly  light  athwart  the  g"orge  and  fell  behind 
a  far  ofF  peak. 

"My  star,"  he  said. 


Beaten  at  His  Own  Game. 


By  E.   M.  Langley,   '04. 

"Seems  as  if  I  had  been  to  Fairyland,"  said  Lucilc 
Alston,  who  had  come  out  from  the  city  to  spend  a  while 
with  Edith  Brown,  her  classmate.  "Sit  down  here,  Edith, 
and  tell  me  all  about  it.  I  have  been  considering  lawn 
parties  poky  affairs,  but  yours  this  evening"  was  just 
splendid.  The  arrang-ements  were  perfect.  Tell  me  how 
you  managed  it  all. " 

"I  don't  claim  any  credit  for  it,  because  I  didn't  do  it." 

"Who  did,  then?" 

"John." 

"Do  you  mean  Mr.  Living"ston?  "  asked  Lucile. 

"Yes,  John  Living-ston,  the  nicest  gentleman  in  all 
the  South." 

"Well,  lam  not  surprised  then,"  said  Lucile,  as  she 
seemed  to  forg-et  herself  in  deep  thoug-ht. 

"What  are  you  thinking  about,  Lucile  ?  " 

"I  was  thinking  how  Roy  acted  this  evening  when 
you  introduced  him  to  Mr.  Livingston  ;  did  you  notice  the 
frown  that  came  over  his  face,  and  that  Mr.  Livingston 
seemed  a  little  reserved?  " 

"  Yes,  I  noticed  that  they  seemed  to  recognize  each 
other,"  answered  Edith. 

"Yes,  and  Roy  became  confused,  and  Mr.  Livingston 
saw  it  and,  gentleman-like,  started  a  pleasant  conversation, 
and  all  were  soon  at  ease.  Edith,  I  never  saw  a  man  so 
self  possessed;  be  seemed  to  know  just  what  to  do  and 
when  to  do  it." 

"Everybody  loves  John.  Brockton  would  be  a  poor 
village  without  him.  He  has  a  pleasant  smile  and  a  word 
for  every  one,  both  white  and  black.  He  was  the  general 
favorite  at  college.     He  studied  hard  and  in  his  senior 


ALPHA  MU  CILU^TEK  UV  TILL:  IvAL'l'A  .M.i'ilA  FIJATKIIMTY. 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  9 

year  he  tried  for  the  honors.  It  was  a  close  race  between 
him  and  another;  and  when  the  final  test  came  the  other 
student  realized  that  John  was  pushing-  him  hard.  He  and 
John  sat  near  together  and  John  saw  him  use  notes.  No 
one  else  saw  him.  John  was  beaten  by  just  two  points 
and  the  other  student  carried  off  John's  honors.  John 
would  never  tell  me  his  name,  but  said  he  was  no  Southern 
man.'* 

"Where  did  he  graduate  *?  "  asked  Lucile. 

"Princeton." 

"Wh}^  that's  where  Roy  graduated  two  years  ago. 
When  did  Mr.  Livingston  graduate?  " 

"  Two  3^ears  ago,  '  said  Edith,  and  Lucile  was  silent 
for  a  while,  for  she  remembered  Roy's  showing  her  a 
beautiful  medal  that  he  had  won  at  college,  then  looking 
up  she  asked: 

"  Were  they  competing  for  a  medal  Edith?  " 

"I  don't  know;  John  would  not  talk  about  it.  You 
may  Istay.here  a  year,  Lucile,  but  youwill  never  hear  John 
Livingston  say  a  hard  word  about  any  body.  He  was 
educated  for  a  lawyer,  but  when  he  left  school  his  health 
was  bad  and  his  physician  advised  him  to  go  to  some  quite 
place  and  rest  awhile;  so  he  came  here  to  his  old  home. 
His  father  owned  a  great  deal  of  property,  but  he  was 
broken  up  by  the  war.  You  know  this  is  a  border  State. 
He  sold  most  of  it;  now  all  that  John  has  is  the  old  home 
place  and  some  land  that  runs  back  up  in  the  mountains 
yonder.  His  father  is  said  to  have  discovered  an  iron 
mine  up  there  somewhere,  but  no  one  has  been  able  to  lo- 
cate it." 

"He  doesn't  look  any  thing  like  a  sick  man,"  said 
Lucile. 

"Oh,  no,  he  is  as  strong  as  ever  now."  said  Kdith. 

"My,  but  he  would  be  a  social  king  in  the  city  if  he 
wanted  to!  What  a  commanding  appearance  he  has!  I 
can  see  the  character  in  his  face,"  said  Lucile. 

"You  haven't  told  me  any  thing  about  your  friend 
Mr.  Rowland.  I  don't  see  any  reason  for  his  going  back 
tonight, "  said  Lucile. 

"Who,  Roy?  why  he  is  the  busiest  man  in  the  city— 
that  is  he  thinks  so.  He  is  a  real  estate  dealer,  and  is  vice- 
president  of  the  Continental  Bank .  Papa  says  that  Roy 
is  a  fine  business  man,  and  mamma  thinks  that   there  is 


10  THE    MILLSAPS    COLLEGIANN. 

just  none  like  him.  He  is  one  of  the  society  leaders.  We 
have  known  each  other  ever  since  we  were  children; 
and,  Edith,  he  loves  me  and  will  do  any  thing  in  the 
world  for  me,  but  our  views  of  life  are  so  different.  Roy 
thinks  that  making  money  is  success,  and  says  that  if  a 
man  can't  make  money  he  is  a  failure,  and  that  money  is 
power,  and  will  cover  a  multitude  of  sins.  But  I  tell  him 
that  money  will  make  a  multitude  of  sins,  and  will  only 
cover  them  from  those  who  can  not  see  beyond  the  dol- 
lars. He  says  that  if  I  were  poor  I  would  have  different 
views.  Mamma  says  that  lam  too  serious  .  But  papa  and 
I  are  chums;  we  understand  each  other;  sometimes  he 
talks  over  his  law  cases  with  me,  and  he  says  that  I  am 
a  pretty  g-ood  lawyer." 

"Lucile,  I  do  believe  that  you  would  babble  away  the 
balance  of  the  nig-ht.  You  need  rest  after  a  day  like  this. 
Mother  would  raise  all  sorts  of  a  racket  if  she  knew  that 
we  were  up  here  on  the  porch.  " 

"They  are  all  down  stairs  asleep.  This  is  such  a 
lovely  place,  made  all  the  more  beautiful  in  this  soft  moon 
light.  What  a  lovely  little  village  hidden  away  here  at  the 
foot  of  the  mountains!  Look  at  that  majestic  old  moun- 
tain yonder,  standing  guard  over  the  village!  And  those 
oaks  on  the  lawn  are  just  grand,  and  those  beautiful  roses 
oyer  there  on  the  right,  and  this  great  bank  of  honey- 
suckle over  here  on  the  left  with  the  perfume  of  both 
meeting  here  in  the  centre,  just  makes  me  want  to  stay 
here;  but  a  guest  must  obey  the  hostess  I  suppose,"  and 
Lucile  reluctantly  turned  away. 

A  few  days  later  Roy  Rowland  walked  up  to  Mr. 
Brown's  residence  in  Brockton.  It  was  late  in  the  after- 
noon, and  he  found  that  the  girls  were  gone  on  a  horse 
back  ride  with  John.  Roy  walked  about  on  the  lawn  and 
waited  for  them  to  return.  He  came  across  Uncle  Tobe 
walking  among  the  rose  bushes.  After  talking  awhile  to 
him  he  asked: 

"How  do  you  like  Miss  Alston,  Uncle  Tobe?" 

"Fine,  Sah:  she  aint  like  most  ob  de  city  folks  what 
come  out  heah  from  delcity.  Day  aint  got  no  'speck  for 
spectable  people.  She  is  like  Mars  John,  aint  stuck  up 
bit,  got  a  good  word  for  ebery  body. " 

"You  area  good  judge,  Uncle  Tobe.  " 

"Yes  Sah,  I  know  good  quality  folks  when  I  see  'em. 


THE    MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN  11 

1  wus  brung-  up  ia  de  g-ood  old  times  fore  de  war.  I  knowd 
Mars  John  when  he  wus  a  little  boy.  His  pa,  ole  Mars 
John  wus  big-  rich.  Had  a  whole  lot  ob  niggers  and  finest 
bosses  in  de  country,  and  ebery  body  like  him,  and  young 
Mars  John  jist  like  him.  " 

"Does  Mr.  Livingston  come  over  often  to  see  the 
young-  ladies?"  asked  Ro}^. 

"Yes  Sah,  he  come  more  ebery  day  now.  Seem  lack 
he  kinder  tuck  a  lackin' to  Miss  Alston.  Heah  dey  come 
now.  See  how  fine  day  look  a  ridin' side  by  side.  Mars 
John  been  showing-  her  how  to  ride,  Mars  John  is." 

"Surprised  to  see  you  Rowland"  said  John  as  they 
came  riding  up. 

"Roy  Rowland  I  You  must  have  dropped  out  of  that 
clould  up  there.     I  thought  that  you  were  in  the  city." 

"I  had  some  business  down  this  way  and  I  thought  I 
would  stop  off  and  see  howyou  were  enjo^'ing  yourself." 

"Now  tell  me  all  the  news,"  said  Lucile  as  they  sat 
down  on  a  seat  under  a  large  oak.  John  and  Edith  had 
gone  into  the  house. 

"There  is  nothing  to  tell,  only  its  awful  dull  at  home 
without  you,  "  said  Roy. 

"Its  nice  to  know  that  one  is  missed , "  said  Lucile . 

"Yes,  but  bad  on  the  one  that  does  the  missiny. 
Seems  that  you  will  be  missed  when  you  leave  here  too." 

"What  do  yon  mean  by  that!  I  would  be  a  poor  ^uest 
if  I  wasn't  missed  when  I  went  away.  You  know,  I  believe 
in  making  yourself  felt  when  you  are  around.  " 

"Seems  that  Livingston  is  playing  quite  the  devoted 
to  you. " 

"I'de  like  to  know  what  grounds  vou  have  for  saving 
that?" 

"A  person  learns  a  few  things  by  observation  you 
know,  "  said  Roy. 

"Mr.  Livingston  is  just  as  nice  as  he  can  be.  He  is 
at  home  every  where,  and  rides  like  a  prince.  Did  you 
see  us  dashing-  up  the  lane  yonder?" 

"Yes  I  know  all  about  him,"  said  Roy  before  he 
thought." 

"You  do?  yes,  Roy,  I  found  out  that  you  and  Mr. 
Livingston  graduated  from  the  same  college  the  same 
year.  " 

"Yes."  said  Roy. 


12  THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

"So  you  are  classmates?" 

"Yes;  did  he  tell  you?" 

"No,  I  happened  to  find  out  from  a  conversation  with 
Edith  that  he  graduated  at  Princeton  two  years  ag-o. 
Now,  Roy,  I  want  to  know  why  you  and  Mr.  Living-ston 
seem  so  distant  toward  each  other?" 

"O  well,  so  far  as  that  is  concerned,  we  did  not  be- 
long- to  the  same  set,  I  suppose  you  might  say.  You 
know  how  college  life  is.  " 

"Yes,  I  know,  but  there  is  always  some  feeling  of  fel- 
lowship beteen  class  mates  any  way,  "  said  Lucile. 

Roy  seemed  to  be  getting  confused  and  began  talking 
about  the  roses  blooming  near  by,  and  looking  at  his 
watch,  said. 

"Lucile,!  have  just  a  few  minutes  before  my  train  is 
due,  now  lets  talk  seriously  a  little  while.  " 

"Well,  I  think  our  conversation  has  been  prett)^  serious 
but  it  didn't  seem  to  suit  you." 

Roy  saw  that  he  v/as  losing  ground,  so  he  just  said: 
"Now  Lucile,  you  and  I  have  known  each  other  for  years, 
and  I  am  your  best  friend;  yes,  more  than  friend.  Now 
let  me  in  a  mild  way  caution  you  against  being  a  little  too 
free  with  these  new  friends.  You  know  that  it  is  not 
best  to  put  too  much  confidence  in  untried  friends,  now 
here  is  Livingston;  I  know  that  he  is  a  very  good  gentle 
manly  kind  of  a  fellow,  but  he  has  nothing.  " 

"There  is  where  you  are  wrong,"  said  Lucile.  "He 
has  a  good  name  and  that  is  better  than  gold.  " 

"Now  here  you  are  with  your  philosophy.  That's  all 
very  well,  but  I  tell  you  the  man  that  hasn't  money  and 
can't  make  it  is  just  not  in  it  these  days. " 

"Money  can't  make  character,  "  said  Lucile. 

"It  will  make  you  a  reputation  and  give  you  power. 
Now,  Lucile,  I  have  loved  you  long  and  true.  Promise  me 
Lucile  that  you  will  be  my  wife;  I'll  make  you  the  fore- 
most lady  in  the  city.  " 

"No,  Roy,  not  yet,  "  said  Lucile. 
"Lucile  you  have    told  me  that   before,"   said   Roy, 
and  then  they  heard  the  low  rumble  of  a  train. 

"There  is  my  train.  Goodby,  Lucile.  Think  about 
what  I  have  said,"  and  Roy  hurried  off  leaving  Lucile 
cile  leaning  on  the  gate.  As  he  disappeared  she  began  to 
think: 


THE    MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  13 

"So  that  is  his  bid  for  me.  He  didn't  say  that  he 
would  make  me  happy;  but  after  all  I  may  have  to  accept 
it.     How  different  they  are!" 

"A  penny  for  your  thoug-hts.  Miss  Alston,"  said  John 
as  he  came  up  behind  her.  Lucile  g-ave  a  sudden  start 
and  Uncle  Tobe  coming-  up,  said  : 

"Heah  you  is  Mars  John  a  playing-  some  prank.  You 
no  business  to  sker  Miss  Alston  dat  way.  Fse  said  you 
goin'disgrace  your  raisin'yet;you  been  mighty  spry  around 
here  for  de  las'  few  days,  but  chillun  will  be  chillun." 

"Uncle  Tobe,  how  did  I  ride  this  evening?" 

"I  wus  jes'  goin'  'spress  my  compliments  on  you,  Miss 
Alston.  You  show  rid  fine  dis  ebenin'.  Mars  John  learn 
you  how  to  ride.  I  knov.'d  his  pa  when  he  had  stables  full 
of  fine  bosses  an  de  quarters  full  ob  niggers  to  rub  'em 
and  keep  em  fat  for  him,  an  he  had  nuthin'  to  do  but  ride; 
an'  he  could  ride,  too,  an' Mars  John  heah  is  jes  like  him." 

"Here  you  are  with  your  flattery  Uncle  Tobe,"  said 
John. 

"A  pusson  don't  flatter  when  he  tells  de  truf,  "  said 
Uncle  Tobe.  " 

Edith  called  Lucile;  John  started  off  toward  home." 

Roy  Rowland  reached  the  station  just  in  time  to 
catch  his  train,  and  as  he  dropped  in  to  a  seat  he  began  to 
think: 

"Of  all  others,  that  I  should  meet  up  with  Livingston 
away  down  here  at  Brockton,  a  brilliant  fellow  as  he  is, 
hang  him  !  He  has  a  way  of  getting  in  with  people.  He 
is  g"oing-  to  g-ive  me  trouble;  I  know  him  well;  he'll  not  tell 
any  thing;  he  is  too  much  of  a  gentleman.  I  did  wrong 
him,  but  it's  too  late  now.  Good  thing  Lucile  knows 
nothing-  of  it. " 

After  a  restless  night  Roy  went  to  his  ofiice  next 
morning  in  bad  shape  for  business.  After  worrying 
through  the  day  he  went  to  the  club  where  he  was  greeted 
with  lively  cheers  by  his  friends  ;  but  he  did  not  respond 
very  cordially. 

"What's  the  matter,  Rowland?"  asked  one. 

"  There  must  have  been  a  slump  inthe  stock  market," 
said  another. 

"Come,  Rowland,  and  have  a  game  with  us.  We'll 
cheer  you  up,  old  boy;  you  look  down  in  the  mouth." 


14  THE  MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

Roy  went  over  and  played  wild  and  lost  heavily, 
something  very  unusal  for  him.  He  threw  down  his 
hand  and  got  up. 

"  You  are  not  yourself   to  night,  Rowland,  "  said  one. 

•'No,  I  am  not  well,  "  said  Roy  as  he  turned  away  and 
hurried  off  to  his  rooms. 

"I  must  get  rid  of  the  fellow,  "  said  Roy  as  he  brought 
his  clenched  fist  down  on  the  table,  and  the  best  plan  is  to 
get  him  away  from  Brockton;  and  I  am  going  to  do  it,"  he 
said  as  he  reached  for  a  writing  pad  and  wrote  the 
following: 

"Davis  &  Co., 

"Baltimore,  Md 

"Buy  the  Ashland  property,located  near  Brockton,  and 
send  a  man  to  run  out  the  lines.  Have  parties  to  move  off 
at  once.     All  business  is  to  be  in  the  Company's  name. 

"R.  W.  Rowland." 

"There  I'll  show  Mr.  Livingston  a  thing  or  two," 
said  Roy  as  he  sealed  the  letter. 

At  Brockton  the  days  passed  all  too  fast  for  Lucile 
with  many  a  ramble  in  the  mountains  and  jolly  rides  on 
horse  back  and  on  hay  wagons.  On  the  day  that  Lucile 
was  to  leave.  Uncle  Tobe  came  back  with  the  morning 
mail  all  excited. 

"What  in  the  world  is  the  matter  Uncle  Tobe," 
asked  Lucile  as  she  met  him  at  the  steps. 

"De  whole  place  is  upsot  down  dar. " 

"What  about?"  asked  Edith  as  she  came  out. 

"Mars  John  an  ole  Missus  done  lo^e  day  home. 
Some  body  done  been  buyin'  de  Ashlan'  place,  and  sent 
some  bod}'  to  run  out  de  lines,  an  day  say  dat  de  line  run 
clean  from  de  north  side  ob  Mars  John's  place.  Now 
Mars  John  an  ole  Missis  got  'er  move  out. " 

"What  do  you  mean  Uncle  Tobe?"  asked  Lucile. 

"I'ts  jest  dis  way,  you  know  Mars  John's  pa  died 
while  he  wus  off  at  school,  an  fo  he  died  be  kinder  lose  his 
mind  and  imagin  dat  some  body  wus  goin  to  take  his  land. 
So  he  hide  de  papers,  dat  fix  de  lines  ob  his  place;  and 
durin'  de  war  de  reckerds  got  burnt  up  in  de  cote  house. 
I  know  dat  dis  new  line  is  wrong  case  I  see  de  fust  line 
run  myself,  but  I  aint  got  no  papers  ter  prove  it,  aint  I 
been  tellin  you  dat  dey  ain't  no  good  in  dese  city  folks 
cepin'  you.  Miss  Alston." 


THE    MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  15 

"No  you  had  better  include  me  too  Uncle  jTobe, " 
said  Lucile. 

"It's  a  shame  1"  said  Edith. 

"And  an  outrage!  "  said  Lucile  as  they  went  into  the 
house. 

John  came  over  late  in  the  afternoon  to  see  Lucile  off. 
He  thoug-ht  to  himself  that  it  would  have  been  better  if 
they  had  never  met;  for  he  realized  that  she  was  the  only 
girl  in  all  the  world  for  him.  They  were  so  suited  for  one 
another,  but  he  determined  that  Lucile  should  never  know; 
for  he  was  poor  and  homeless.  As  he  came  up  the  lawn, 
Edith  asked  as  they  ran  to  meet  him. 

"John,  tell  us  what  all  this  means,  that  we  have  been 
hearing  about  your  house  today?  " 

"  Why,  it  just  means  that  I  am  as  poor  as  a  church 
mouse  and  have  no  home.  " 

"  What  are  you  going  to  do  ?  "  asked  Edith, 

"lam  going  somewhere  and  begin  my  profession, 
practicing  law.  I  understand  the  situation,  and  have 
been  looking  for  something  like  this  to  come  soone  ^  or 
later.  I  hate  it  only  on  mother's  account ;  I  suspect  that 
it  is  a  pretty  good  thing  for  me.  It  will  make  me  get  out 
and  make  a  success  at  my  profession.  It's  do  or  die  now 
I  have  been  having  too  easy  a  time,  any  way.  " 

"John  I  don't  believe  that  you  ever  get  worried  over 
anything.  You  always  look  on  the  bright  side  of  every 
thing,  "  said  Edith. 

"I  think  you  will  find  it  the  best  policy,  "  said  John. 

"  You  wo'nt  let  any  one  feel  sorry  around  you.  " 

"I'll  say  good  bye  to  you,  Miss  Alston.  I  know  that 
Edith  is  sorry  you  are  going.  We've  tried  to  make  it 
pleasant  for  you.  Your  short  stay  among  us  will  ever  be 
a  most  pleasant  recollection  to  mc,  "  then  he  turned  away 
only  hearing  her  say  good  bye,  for  he  feared  to  trust  him- 
self any  further. 

"She  must  never  know  and  I  must  forgot  her.  "  he 
thought  as  he  left  the  gate. 

Lucile  watched  him  until  he  disappeared.  She  was 
angry  with  herself,  as  she  thought: 

"  Why  didn't  I  say  something  to  him  ;  he  is  gone;  life 
will  never  be  the  same  to  me  now.  I  would  be  happy  any 
where  to  stand  by  his  side  and  fight  life's  battles  with  him, 


16  THE   MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN 

but  he  cares  nothing-  for  me.  "  She  turned  and  walked 
behind  the  rose  bushes. 

Uncle  Tobe  came  up  to  put  the  baggag-e  in  the 
spring  wagon. 

"I'se  been  ober  ter  Mars  John's  dis  mornin;  I  tell  ole 
missus  mighty  broke  up  'bout  it ;  but  I  'clare  I  neber  see 
a  man  like  Mars  John.  He  jest  take  it  like  it  was  a  good 
thing.  I  tell  you  Miss  Alston  dis  is  goin'tobe  a  mighty  lone- 
some place  when  you  are  gone.  Mars  John  is  goin'  ter  make 
somebody  squeal  yit,  'bout  dis  Ian'  stealin',  see  if  he  don't. 
De  company  is  gwine  ter  build  some  summer  cottages  on 
Mars  John's  Ian'  for  city  folks  ter  live  in.  But  I  don't  like 
it;  dey  ain't  no  good  in  dem  yankee  folks." 

"Well,  Uncle  Tobe,  you  have  made  it  pleasant  for  me 
and  I'll  want  to  come  back,"  said  Lucile  as  Uncle  Tobe 
got  into  the  wagon. 

"We  ain't  goin'  tofurgit  you  soon  Miss  Alston.  Mars 
John  ain't  either,  I'm  thinkin',"  said  Uncle  Tobe,  as  he 
drove  off  with  a  broad  smile  on  his  shining  face. 

When  the  fall  season  opens  we  find  John  established 
in  the  city  struggling  for  recognition — the  same  city  that 
Lucile  lived  in.  Fate  seemed  to  pull  him  there  and  he  was 
not  very  hard  to  pull.  Uncle  Tobe  thought  that  he  had  dis- 
graced himself  when  he  went  into  a  yankee  city.  Poverty 
stared  him  in  the  face.  He  had  to  begin  at  the  bottom, 
but  he  fought  hard.  He  found  out  the  church  which 
Lucile  attended,  and  every  Sabbath  he  found  himself 
going  there  too.  She  was  very  much  surprised  and  glad 
to  see  him  and  gave  him  her  address.  But  he  realized 
that  there  was  a  great  gulf  between  them.  Roy  gloried 
in  John's  fall,  but  wished  him  out  of  the  city.  He  felt 
secure  in  knowing  that  he  had  a  strong  ally  in  Mrs. 
Alston;  he  had  already  posted  her. 

One  day  Roy  and  Lucile  were  driving  through  the 
street  and  passed  John  who  thought  when  he  saw  them: 

"I  could  speak  one  word  that  would  drive  him  for- 
ever from  her  presence,  but  I  am  no  tell-tale.  He  is  not 
fit  to  associate  with  her." 

Lucile  recognized  him  with  a  smile  as  they  passed. 
Roy  noticed  it,  frowned  and  said. 

"Lucile,  are  you  always  going  to  recognize  that 
fellow?" 


ALPHA  XJPSILON  ClIAPTEK  OF  TllE  EAI>PA  SIGM-i  FRATEKXITY. 


THE   MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN  17 

"Of  course  I  am  Roy,  I  want  mamma  and  you  to 
understand  that  he  is  my  friend,  and  is  to  be  treated  so. 
If  it  had  not  been  for  you  and  mamma  he  would  have  had 
an  invitation  to  my  party  last  evening-." 

"Yes  and  you  would  have  disgraced  the  occasion," 
said  Roy. 

"Roy,  I  am  surprised  at  you,  g-raced  it  you  had 
better  say.  Who  was  the  success  of  the  lawn  party  at 
Mr.  Brown's  last  summer?  Have  you  forg-otten  it? I  never 
met  a  more  perfect  and  cultured  gentleman.  Papa  met 
him  in  the  court  room  a  few  days  ago,  and  he  says  that 
he  is  a  man  of  talent,  and  that  we  would  hear  from  him. 
What  if  he  is  poor?     Money  doesn't  make  a  man." 

Roy  saw  that  he  was  treading  on  dangerous  ground 
and  changed  the  conversation.  Leaving  Lucile  at  her 
door  he  drove  away  meditating-. 

"I  do  believe  the  fellow  is  g'oing  to  come.  I  never 
saw  anything-  like  him.  He  is  making  strong  friends 
among  the  influential  lawyers.  I  must  get  him  out  of  the 
city,  but  I  am  afraid  that  I  have  waited  too  long.  I  have 
wronged  him  twice.  I  am  glad  that  he  does  not  know 
that  Iran  him  out  of  his  home.  I  waited  too  long  before 
doing"  it  though,  I  am  too  slow,  that  seems  to  be  m}^  failing. " 

By  this  time  he  was  at  at  John's  ofi&ce.  John  g-reeted 
him  politely  as  Roy  said: 

"Living-ston,  lets  forg-et  the  past;  'twas  only  a  school 
boy  prank,  you  know." 

"The  last  time  we  talked  of  it,  Rowland,  I  said  that 
I  would  never  say  anything-  about  it  and  I  am  as  g-ood  as 
my  word." 

"You  know,  Living-ston,  I  would  have  made  it  alright, 
but  it  was  too  late." 

"It's  never  too  late  to  right  a  wrong^.  any  way  we  will 
not  talk  about  it,"  said  John. 

"Davis  &  Co., a  large  real  estate  company  in  Baltimore, 
wants  a  lawyer  in  the  oflS.ce.  It's  a  good  place  and  good 
pay.  Suppose  you  g-o  down  and  fill  the  place;I  am  a  stock- 
holder and  can  g-et  the  position  for  vou.  What  do  you 
say?" 

"I  appreciate  your  kindness  Rowland,  but  I  can  not 
accept  I  am  determed  to  build  up  a  practice  here  of  my 
own.  Furthermore  I  have  had  some  very  unpleasant 
relations  with  Davis  &  Co.  of  Baltimore. 


1-8  THE    MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN 

"It  will  be  money  to  you,"  said  Roy. 

"I  don't  doubt  that,  Rowland,  but  it  is  not  money  that 
I  am  after.  It  is  position  among  influential  men  where  I 
can  accomplish  something." 

Roy  saw  that  he  had  blundered,  but  he  pushed  the 
matter  a  little  further  and  they  argued  to  quite  a  length. 
Roy  saw  that  it  was  useless  and  left  the  oflfice. 

"Hang  the  fellow!  You  can't  keep  him  down.  Lucile 
is  going  to  prove  right:  'you  can't  keep  a  good  man  down.'  " 

John  did  not  see  Lucile  come  in  at  the  head  of  her 
class  on  Sunday  morning.  He  heard  one  little  fellow  say 
as  they  passed  that  she  was  ill. 

"It's  no  more  use  to  fight  against  it,  "he  thought,  "I  am 
going  to  quit  my  fooling  around  here." 

He  went  to  a  florist  and  got  a  small  bunch  of  white 
roses  and  sent  them  to  Lucile  with  his  card.  When  the 
messenger  boy  reached  the  door  of  the  Alston  home  with 
them  Roy  was  coming  out. 

"Hello!    Here  what's  this?"  he  asked. 

"Some  flowers,  sir,  for  the  young  lady." 

"Let  me  see  them;  they  are  fine!  Seeing  John's  card 
on  them  he  pulled  it  off  unobserved  and  put  it  into  his 
pocket. 

"Well,  send  them  up,"he  said  looking  back  at  the  boy. 

"Oh!  what  beauties!  where  did  they  come  from 
mamma?" 

"I  don't  know,  a  messenger  boy  brought  them,  who 
ever  sent  them  has  good  taste,"  said  Mrs.  Alston. 

"I  suppose  Roy  sent  them." 

"No  he  didn't,  Roy  just  left  here  a  while  ago,  he  left 
that  basket  of  red  ones." 

Her  mind  wandered  back  to  Brockton  to  the  time 
when  John  told  her  that  white  roses  were  his  favorite, 
"Oh,  that  he  only  knew,"  said  Lucile  to  herself.  Then 
Mr.  Alston  came  in  with  a  troubled  look  on  his  face. 

"What  is  it  papa,"  asked  Lucile. 

"Why,  I  have  a  job  on  my  hands;  there  is  a  suit  in 
court  against  a  railroad  company,  and  that  young  lawyer 
Livingston,  that  we  were  talking  about  some  time  ago,  is 
against  me;  he  is  for  the  plaintiff,  one  Mr.  Lane  from 
Brockton;he  seems  to  be  an  old  aquaintance  of  Livingston's. 
I  thought  that  he  had  no  case  at  all,  but  Livingston  is 
making  one  alright  enough.     I  never  saw  such  a  fellow,  he 


THE   MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN  19 

can  just  tear  up  my  witnesses.  Seems  that  he  is  g'oing  to 
win  in  spite  of  all  my  efforts.  The  caseg-oes  to  the  jury  to 
tomorrow,  and  if  he  wins  I  am  going  to  keep  track  of  him 
after  this." 

"I  don't  think  that  will  be  very  hard  to  do  if  he  wins 
over  a  lawyer  like  you,"  said  Lucile. 

"I  believe  you  told  me  that  he  was  your  friend.  Why 
haven't  you  invited  him  around?" 

"Now,  William,  you  know  better  than  that,  Roy  told 
me  that  he  was  poor  and  has  no  social  standing.  Lucile 
has  enough  foolish  ideas  in  her  head  now.  She  would 
disgrace  the  house  if  she  had  her  way,"  said  Mrs.  Alston. 

"Roy  Rowland  is  a  fine  fellow  to  dictate  your  social 
affairs." 

"He  is  the  most  cultured  gentleman  in  the  city,  and 
is  the  acknowledged  leader  in  the  best  society.  I  consider 
myself  fortunate  in  having  his  advice." 

"I  know  a  man  and  a  true  gentleman  when  I  see  him, " 
said  Mr.  Alston  as  he  left  the  room. 

Next  day  the  court  room  was  crowded  with  people 
eager  to  hear  John  make  his  plea  before  the  jury.  The 
news  spread  that  Mr.  Alston  was  beaten  by  a  young 
inexperienced  lawyer.  John  was  equal  to  the  occasion, 
the  needs  and  mistreatment  of  the  plaintiff  appealed  to 
John's  great  sympathetic  heart,  and  a  more  eloquent  plea 
was  never  heard  before  a  jury.  When  the  jury  anounced 
a  verdict  in  favor  of  the  plaintiff  the  court  went  wild  with 
applause.     John  was  congratulated  on  every  side. 

"Fairly  beaten,"  said  Mr.  Alston  as  he  gave  John  his 
hand.  "I  would  be  pleased  to  have  you  take  dinner  with 
me  this  evening." 

"Thanks,"  said  John  as  he  was  borne  away  by 
some  friends. 

The  evening  papers  were  full  of  praise  for  John.  Lucile 
read  them  with  delight.  She  had  been  confined  to  her 
room  with  a  severe  cold  and  did  not  know  that  John  was 
rising  so  rapidly. 

John  hesitated  on  going  to  Mr.  Alston's.  Lucile  did 
not  acknowledge  his  flowers,  so  he  thought  that  he  wasn't 
wanted;  but  as  he  had  been  invited  by  Mr.  Alston  he  was 
bound  to  go.  As  he  entered  the  rich  surroundings  sent 
the  old  time  thrill  through  him,  and  he  was  at  his  best,  he 
was   brilliant.     Mrs.   Alston  was  cold  and  reserved.     In 


20  MILLSAPS  COLLEGIAN. 

the  drawing:  room  Lucile  played  the  piano  and  John  sang 
with  a  rich  melodious  voice  that  captured  them  all. 

"You  are  always  welcome  to  my  home  Mr.  Livings- 
ton, "  said  Mr.  Alston,  as  John  left  the  door.  At  the  gate 
he  met  Roy  coming  in. 

"I  don't  see  much  of  you  now,  Rowland,"  said  John. 

"I  see  enouffh  of  you,"  said  Roy  with  a  frown. 

Roy  met  Mrs.  Alston  in  the  hall. 

"What  does  this  mean?"  asked  Roy. 

"I  don't  think  that  you  need  fear  any  danger.  Roy, 
he  was  only  a  guest  of  William's,  but  I  think  it  advisable 
that  you  be  careful.  He  would  be  a  dangerous  rival;  you 
know  Lucile  is  just  like  her  father." 

"I  know  them  both  well, "  said  Roy  as  they  turned  to 
enter  the  drawing  room.  Mr.  Alston  had  gone  to  the 
library.  Lucile  was  standing  near  the  table,  looking  at 
a  bunch  of  white  roses,  in  deep  thought.  She  looked  up 
as  Roy  entered. 

"Roy,  I  have  a  mystery  for  you  to  solve.  I  want  to 
know  where  these  roses  came  from." 

"You  ought  to  know  more  about  that  than  I  do," 
said  Roy. 

Roy  looked  a  little  confused  as  he  said: 

•'I  just  came  by  to  see  how  you  were  and  leave  this 
package, ''  and  as  he  pulled  it  from  his  pocket,  a  card  with 
a  crushed  white  rose  petal  adherring  to  it,  dropped  to  the 
floor.     Lucile  picked  it  up  and  read  John's  name  on  it. 

"Where  did  you  get  this  Roy,"  said  Lucile. 

Roy  was  dumbfounded  and  looked  at  the  card  in 
confusion.  Lucile's  quick  mind  saw  through  the  whole 
affair  and  looking  him  in  the  face  she  said: 

"When  they  were  brought  up  this  morning  I  saw  that 
the  tissue  wrapper  over  the  flowers  had  been  removed. 
You  met  the  boy  at  the  door  and  took  the  card  from  the 
flowers.     Am  I  right?" 

"Yes,"  said  Roy  for  he  knew  that  she  read  the  truth 
in  his  face.  He  Was  taken  by  surprise;  there  was  no 
way  of  escape. 

"I  am  surprised  at  you  I    You  may  go  now." 

"Wait,  Lucile,  don't  be  hard  on  a  fellow." 

"I  have  no  more  to  say,"  said  Lucile  as  she  turned 
away,  and  Roy  hurriedly  left  the  house. 


MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN.  21 

"May  I  come  in  papa?"  said  Lucile  at  the  library 
door. 

"Of  course  you  may,  dear,"  said  Mr.  Alston. 
She  came  in  and  sat  down  on  the  arm  of  her  father's 
chair  and  put  her  arm  arm  around  his  neck  and  said: 

"Papa,  I  have  some  thing  to  ask  you.  Now,  seriously, 
what  do  you  think  of  Mr.  Livingston?" 

"Why  I  consider  him  a  gentleman  of  strong  character 
and  intellect." 

"He  is  noble  and  kind,  too,  papa.  You  should  know  his 
mother.  She  is  one  -of  those  old  time  Southern  ladies,  a 
type  that  is  so  fast  going  out.  They  lived  near  Mr. 
Brown's  where  I  visited  last  summer  in  Brockton.  They 
had  a  beautiful  Southern  home  at  the  foot  of  the 
mountains.  All  the  people  loved  them.  Some  one  he 
doesn't  know  who,  through  a  real  estate  company  took 
his  home.  I  don't  know  how  it  was,  but  some  papers 
had  been  lost.  He  is  one  of  those  rare  characters  that 
appeals  to  our  better  nature." 

"Yes,  I  saw  that  when  he  was  pleading  before  the 
jury;  he  has  that  power  to  move  people." 

"He  lost  the  honors  at  college  by  just  two  points  and 
the  man  who  got  the  honors,  got  it  by  unfair  means.  Roy 
seems  to  avoid  him  and  will  not  talk  to  me  about  him; 
they  were  classmates.  Papa,  you  know  that  in  a  wav  it  is 
understood  that  Roy  and  I  are  to  be  married  some  day, 
but  it  can  never  be,  papa.  I  have  found  Roy  out;  he  is  not 
a  gentleman. 

"I  have  never  liked  some  of  his  principles.  So  this 
accounts  for  your  interest  in  Livingston  and  your  laugh- 
ing at  my  defeat.  You  told  me  I  believe  that  he  had 
nothing. " 

"He  has  a  noble  character,  a  spotless  name  and  a 
strong  intellect,  that's  what  I  call  a  rich  man,"  said 
Lucile. 

"Any  way  that's  the  kind  of  man  I  like  to  trust  my 
daughter  with,"  said  Mr.  Alston  as  he  kissed  her  good 
night. 

Next  morning  at  the  breakfast  table  Lucile  told  about 
the  flowers. 

"How  dare  him  send  you  flowers,"  said'Mrs.  Alston. 
* 'There  is  some  mistake,  Lucile.    I'll  send  for  Roy  at  once." 

Mr.    Alston  was    indignant     against     Roy.      Lucile 


22  WmLLSAPS  COLLEGIAN. 

wrote  a  note  to  John  explaining.  She  received  an  answer 
from  his  mother  saying  that  he  had  left  on  the  early  train 
for  Brockton  in  legul  business. 

While  in  Buckton  John  went  over  to  the  old  home. 
Some  workmen  were  tearing[down  and  remodeling  it. With 
an  aching  heart  John  watched  a  man  tear  some  paper  from 
the  old  wall.  Suddenl}'  a  peculiar  place  in  the  wall 
attracted  his  attention.  Going  up  to  it  he  found  it  to  be  a 
secret  opening.  Removing  the  board  he  found  what 
seemed  to  be  some  old  papers.  He  took  them  away, 
replaced  the  board  and  left  the  house. 

"The  lost  papersl"  exclaimed  John,  as  he  hurried 
away. 

A  week  later  Roy  picked  up  the  morning  paper  and 
read  the  following  headlines. 

'  'A  rich  vein  of.  iron  discovered  near  Broekton,  Md.  The 
property  owned  by  Mr  .J.  R.  Livingston,  a  rising  young  lawyer 
of  this  city.  The  Cumberland  Mining  Co.  has  offered  him  one 
hundred  thousand  dollars  for  it.'" 

"There,"  said  Roy,  "I  guess  there  will  be  a  boom  and 
I  will  get  some  returns  from  that  property  down  there. 
I  shall  open  up  a  real  estate  of&ce  at  once."  There  was  a 
knock  at  the  door. 

"  Come  in"  said  Roy. 

A  messenger  boy  handed  him  a  telegram;  tearing  it 
open  he  read: 

"Papers  found;  property  must  go. 

"Davis  &  Co." 

He  muttered  something  as  he  reached  for  his  hat  and 
took  the  next  train  for  Baltimore. 

Rushing  into  the  office  of  Davis  &  Co.  he  exclaimed: 
"  What  does  all  this  mean?" 

"It  means,  that  the  jig  is  up.  Seems  that  while  tearing 
away  the  old  home  the  lost  papers  came  to  light,  and  at 
the  same  time  a  paper  revealing  the  whereabouts  of  an 
iron  mine.  No  use  to  fight,  the  land  must  go.  You  had 
better  make  a  compromise  for  the  improvements  you 
have  put  on  it.  It's  a  nice  summer  home  you  were 
making." 


MTT.T.SAPS    COLLEGIAN.  23- 

"Compromise  the  best  way  you  can,"  said  Rov  as  he 
slammed  the  door. 

"Hold  on  there,  Rowland,  I  have  something  else  to 
tell  you.     Living-ston  has  found  you  out." 

"How?" 

"Through  the  insurance  company." 

Roy  rushed  off  muttering  to  himself:  "Hang  the 
fellow!  I  never  saw  such  luck.  I  am  beaten  at  my  own 
game.  I  drove  him  from  his  home  right  into  the  arms  of 
success;  uncovered  his  old  papers  and  gave  him  back  his 
home  worth  four  times  as  much  as  at  first,  and  an  iron  mine 
besides.  I  can't  do  anything  but  swallow  my  medicine.  I 
gave  myself  away  at  Lucile's  home. 

Going  to  his  office  next  morning  John  met  Mr.  Alston. 
'•Congratulations  Livingston  on  your  good  fortune.  I  have 
not  seen  much  of  you  here  of  late." 

I  have  been  pretty  busy,  Mr.  Alston." 

"Come  over  and  take  dinner  with  us  this  evening.  I 
dare  say  Lucile  will  be  glad  to  see  you." 

"Thanks.  I  shall  be  glad  to  come,"  said  John,  and 
they  passed  on. 

John  went  a  little  early.  Lucile  met  him  in  the  hall 
and  said,  "Come,  Mr.  Livingston,  I  want  to  show  you  a 
new  lily  that  has  just  opened,"  and  she  led  the  way  to  the 
conservatory.  "Come,  sit  down  here  and  tell  me  about 
the  wonderful  things  that  have  come  to  pass." 

He  told  her  all,  and  she  told  him  about  the  flowers. 

"I  am  not  surprised;  I  knew  his  college  record,  and 
that  tells  what  a  man  is.  I  have  something  to  tell  you 
that  I  have  been  longing  to  tell  you  ever  since  last  sum- 
mer: Lucile,  I  love  you." 

"Why  hadn't  you  told  me  that  before,  John?" 

"I  had  nothing  to  offer  you." 

"You  had  yourself,  John." 

He  took  her  into  his  arms. 

A  few  days  later  Lucile  received  a  local  paper  from 
Brochton,  sent  by  Edith.  It  told  the  whole  story  of  the 
Livingston  property  and  gave  Roy's  name  in  connection 
■with  it.  John  was  nominated  for  mayor  and  was  elected 
by  an  overwhelming  majority. 

^     ^     t     *     *     *     * 

On  the  corner  of  Third  Avenue  is  the  beautitul  brown 
stone  residence  of  Judge  Livingstone. 


24  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN. 

His  Reply. 


(A  g-irlhas  writtenher  sweetheart  for  the  bow  out  of  his  hat) 

This  which  my  head  so  long-  has  bound 
On  your  sofa  pillow  shall  be  found; 

No  monarch  but  would  g-ive  his  crown 
That  he  might  be  it,  when  you  sit  dow^n. 

'Twould  be  worth  millions  to  any  man 
If  this  little  ribbon  your  heart  could  span 

And  bring  it  back  at  lightning  speed 
To  be  his  jewel,  his  longed  for  meed. 

He  would  have  joy;  he  would  have  wealth; 

He  would  have  peace;  he  would  have  health. 
Give  me  what  that  ribbon  would  bind 

And  take  all  the  rest  of  Adam's  kind. 

J.  Jame3,  '04. 


Romeo  and    Juliet— Is  the  Tragedy   True  to 

Nature? 


This  first  great  tragedy  of  Shakespeare  is  strong-ly 
written  and  stirring-  to  the  last  deg-ree.  The  drama  opens 
with  passion  attuned  to  ahig-h  key  and  ends  in  a  veritable 
pandemonium  of  tragedy  toward  which  everything  moves 
inevitably  from  start  to  finish.  With  such  tension  it  would 
be  out  of  place  to  look  for  the  plain,  every  day  natural; 
rather  must  we  endeavor  to  concieve  what  would  be  nat- 
ural at  a  time  of  crisis. 

When  two  great,  rival  houses  have  started  a  feud  and 
this  feud  has  been  fed  with  the  fuel  of  passing-  years,  it  is 
to  be  expected  that  jealous,  unreasoning-  servants  will 
thoroug-hly  imbibe  the  hatred  of  their  masters  and  be  ready 
to  fight  at  the  "biting  of  a  thumb"  or  the  drop  of  a  hat. 
We  are  therefore  not  surpised  at  the  brawl  of  these 
menials  m  the  opening-  of  the  play.  The  later  duel  between 


MILLSAPS  COLLEGIAN.  25 

Tybalt  and  Mercutio  is  the  product  of  the  same  blind, 
impetuous  rage. 

The  fun  in  the  tragedy  is  not  entirely  natural.  As  in 
all  his  early  plays  Shakespeare  goes  out  of  his  way  to  make 
puns  and  bring  in  conceits  that  are  strained.  The  coarse 
suggestions  of  the  play  are  characteristic  of  the  time  and 
no  doubt  appealed  to  many  hearers  at  the  theatre,  but 
Shakespeare  gradually  conquered  this  tendency  and  his 
maturer  work  is  nearl}'  free  from  such  blemishes.  Per- 
fect naturalness  demands  some  things  of  a  character  that 
would  not  be  heard  from  different  speakers  or  in  a 
different  age. 

Romeo's  visit  to  the  banquet  of  the  Capulets  is  unnat- 
ural and  extreme.  One  can  hardly  think  the  hero  would 
risk  so  much  for  a  glimpse  even  of  the  marvelous  Juliet. 
But  when  once  he  has  attended  the  ball,  nothing  is  more 
natural  than  that  the  simple-minded  girl  should  fall  in  love 
with  this  gallant  young  nobleman,  her  first  chance  com- 
panion outside  of  her  family  connections. 

Mercutio's  semi-lyrical  speech  concerning  Mab  is 
Shakespearan  poetry  but  it  contributes  nothing  to  the 
force  or  plot  of  the  tragedy.  In  many  places  simplicity 
and  naturalness  are  thus  sacrificed  to  beauty.  The 
speakers  air  their  fine  phrases  and  prolong  their  splendid 
observations  beyond  the  demands  of  the  tragical  move- 
ment. The  tension  is  too  great  for  deliberate  speecb- 
making.  One  can  forgive  the  garrulous  babblings  of  the 
nurse,  but  it  is  not  so  easy  to  overlook  the  long  speeches 
made  to  this  servant  by  her  superiors,  as  by  Juliet  when 
standing  tiptoe  to  learn  what  message  she  brings  from 
Romeo.  Fewer  words  would  betray  much  better  the 
impatience  of  the  anxious  lover. 

On  Juliet's  supposed  death  no  broken  sob  nor  pas- 
sionate exclamation  is  heard.  The  "grief "  of  relatives  is 
expressed  in  stately,  measured  speech — formal  enough  for 
six-months-old    sorrow   in  the    United  States  Congress. 


26  MILLSAPS  COLLEGIAN. 

Though  unfeeling  in  other  things  one  must   think  these 
parents  really  loved  their  beautiful  daughter. 

In  minor  details  the  plot  moves  about  as  one  would 
expect.  In  fact,  the  plot  as  a  whole  is  true  to  life  in  its 
extraordinary  periods  of  motion  and  action.  Shakespeare 
borrowed  his  plot  entirely,  but,  unfortunately,  did  not 
borrow  a  plot  profound  enough  for  his  purposes.  He  was 
big  with  poetry,  too  weighty  for  such  a  skeleton.  He 
lacked  the  mighty  self  control  that  could  condense  all 
into  a  few  compact  sentences — a  control  admirably  devel- 
oped later  m  life. 

The  most  charming  feature  of  the  play  is  the  love 
scene  of  Romeo  and  Juliet.  That  is  admirably  done  even 
for  Shakespeare.  The  two  lovers  pour  forth  into  the 
darkness  the  story  of  a  devotion  made  doubly  dear  by  the 
consciousness  that  these  were  stolen  sweets.  The  very 
hopelessness  of  their  love  added  fierceness  to  its  consuming 
passion.  What  on  closer  approach  would  have  been  brief 
exclamations  of  love,  broken  by  many  caresses  and  kisses, 
is  here  poured  out  in  lofty  love-lyrics.  Like  newly  mated 
mocking-  birds  who  find  the  day  too  short  for  their  sweet 
carolings,  these  two  lovers  chant  their  melodious  heart-^ 
songs  far  into  the  night. 

The  theme,  the  occasion  and  the  speakers  unite  to 
make  a  perfect  scene — finely  simple  and  natural. 

Last  of  all,  Shakespeare  is  extremely  happy  in  his 
method  of  bringing  about  the  weird  tragedy  at  the  close 
of  the  play.  Ordinarily  so  much  of  death  is  to  the  last 
degree  improbable;  yet  nothing  short  of  such  wholesale 
demise  will  suitably  end  a  play  of  such  extreme  tension.. 
A  mediocre  writer  would  have  made  a  bungling  muss  of 
such  a  scene;  but  Shakespeare  brings  all  the  characters 
together  in  such  a  manner  so  thoroughly  natural  that  the 
horrible  carnage  of  the  closing  act  is  inevitable.  It  is  a 
fitting  end.  Who  of  the  actors  could  be  left  alive?  By 
every  token  the  enemies  should  fight  to  the    death;  the 


THE   MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  27 

lovers  could  only  disappoint  us  by  living  till  love  grew 
cold.  Better  far  that  they  should  pass  away  while  the 
tide  of  their  passion  is  at  its  flood,  and  let  the  power  of 
their  love  bind  the  long  separated  and  hostile  families. 
One  lays  down  the  play  with  the  gentle  whisper,  "It  is 
well,  even  thus." 

J.  R.  CouNTiss.  '02. 


An  Apology. 


I've  sought  the  muse  in  vain, 
I've  sought  her  night  and  day, 

Then  why  should  I  complain 
If  I  should  fail  today? 

No  inspiration  comes, 

I  feel  it  never  will. 
This  job  will  soon  be  done, 

And  joy  my  soul  shall  fill. 

Now  please  excuse  this  mess, 

'Shamed  of  it   I  am. 
Now  I  have  done  my  best, 

Poet,  think  you,  I  am? 

B.  Z.  Wblcb,  '04. 


38  THE  miXSAPS    COLLEGIAN 


Too  Deep   for  the  Philosopher. 


Science  speaks  its  profound  thoug-hts 

In  laog-uagfe  subtle  and  dim, 
But  with  the  learned  man,  the  every  day  slang 

Has  a  meaning-  that  baffles  him. 

I  am  sure  it  would  shock  a  preacher's  nerves 
If  he  knew  what  they  were  talking-  about, 

As  when  in  the  midst  of  a  sermon  long-. 
Some  youngster  cries,  "Cut  it  out." 

When  a  professor  loves  a  maid  of  the  world. 

He  wonders  what  is  to  be  his  fate, 
When  the  maiden,  tired  of  his  learned  lore, 

Says,  "Roll  your  hoop  out  of  the  g"ate." 

A  learned  squire  would  be  perplexed 

If  he  should  overhear  the  speech, 
As  when  about  his  pretty  g-irl 

ChoUy  says,  "Chappy,  she's  a  peach." 

L.  Manseop,   '04. 


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At  the  close  of  the  last  Southern  Interstate  Oratorical 
contest  at  Monteag-le,  Tenn.,  in  the  absence  of  the  representa- 
tive from  Mississippi,  resolutions  were  passed,  which  seem 
to  have  been  aimed  directly  at  the  Millsaps  men  who  had 
represented  Mississippi.  Another  thing  which  gives  this 
matter  the  coloring  of  unfair  dealing  was  that  the  Missis- 
sippi representative  was  not  even  informed  of  the  passage 
of  the  resolution;  and  this,  notwithstanding  the  fact  that 
he  was  chosen  president  for  the  ensuing  year,  and  in  the 
very  nature  of  the  case  would  need  to  be  informed  as  to 
such  action. 

The  resolution  purports  to  be  an  efifort  to  exclude 
* 'professionals,"  and   was   intended,  ostensibly,    for  one 


30  THE   MILLLAPS   COLLEGIAN 

Straton  who  spoke  several  years  before.  Although  several 
years  removed,  even  now  the  memory  of  this  contest,  in 
which  entirely  different  men  participated,  arouses  rigfht- 
eous  indig-nation  in  the  minds  of  other  contestants.  What 
a  fearful  stench  that  must  have  been    to   last  so  long! 

Now  it  is  not  that  Millsaps  objects  to  the  distinction 
which  the  very  resolution  itself  gives  her  that  we  call 
attention  to  this  matter;  but  because  we  wish  to  be  per- 
fectly frank  and  fair  in  our  dealings,  we  suggest  that  at 
the  next  contest  the  resolution  ought  to  be  amended,  if 
the  intention  was  to  class  our  men  as  "professionals," 
since  the  provisions  of  the  resolution  as  it  stands,  if, 
indeed,  it  was  ever  reduced  to  writing  at  all,  would  not 
affect  either  of  the  Millsaps  representatives  who  appeared 
on  the  Monteagle  platform. 

But  we  need  not  spend  time  in  suggesting  advisable 
lines  of  action,  for  Mississippi  will  be  represented  by  a 
man  who  will  keep  the  matter  before  the  Association;  and 
after  the  contest  the  feeling  may  prevail  that  the  terms 
ought  to  be  more  specific,  and  Mississippi  will  be  excluded 
from  participation  in  the  Monteagle  contests. 


With  this  issue  of  The  Collegian  the  labors  of  the 
present  staff  are  ended,  and  another  session  closes.  We 
realize  that  we  are  now  to  part  with  one  of  the  most  respon- 
sible positions  in  the  college  work.  And  as  we  take  a 
retrospect  of  the  field  of  labor,  we  find  many  things  to 
cause  us  pleasant  reflections,  and  many  things  have  been 
done,  which  we  might  do  better  now,  or  which  more 
skilled  hands  might  have  relieved  of  some  of  their 
regrettable  features.  But  the  future  is  too  full  of  promise 
too  full  of  opportunities,  too  full  of  urgent  demands  to 
spend  time  lamenting  the  mistakes  of  the  past. 

We  turn  our  faces  to  the  future  and  leave  what  has 
been  done,  either  for  good  or  evil,  to  the  charity  of  our 
fellow-laborers,  believing  that,  in  estimating  the  value  and 


MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN.  31 

faithfulness  of  our  work,  they  will  show  us  that  charity 
and  sympathy  which  has  been  so  strikingly  characteristic 
of  their  criticisms  in  the  past. 

In  turning-  over  the  work  to  our  successor  we  wish  to 
remind  him  that  he  need  scarcely  hope  to  find  in  his  honor 
a  crown  without  a  thorn.  Many  a  time  his  heart  will 
almost  fail  him  because  someone  to  whom  he  looks  for  aid 
seems  so  unsympathetic;  and  times  will  come,  when  those 
whom  he  confidently  expects  to  aid  him  and  to  be  a  con- 
stant ally  will  seem  to  turn  their  lances  upon  him;  but 
while  all  this  is  true  there  will  always  be  an  element  suffi- 
ciently strong  to  sustain  him. 

We  wish  to  make  grateful  acknowledgement  of  our 
appreciation  of  those  whose  subscriptions  have  helped  on 
in  a  material  way,  for  without  this  material  aid  the  enter- 
prise would  be  doomed  from  the  beginning. 

To  those  whose  names  appear  on  the  subscription 
roll,  but  without  the  credit,  "By  cash  $1.00"  we  wish  to 
say,  (to  the  end  that  things  may  be  different  in  the  world 
from  what  they  were  in  college)  that  the  saddest  and 
most  pathetic  commentary  that  we  have  ever  seen  upon 
the  life  of  a  man  in  college  is  to  be  read  in  the  entry  made 
upon  the  record  opposite  the  names  of  those  delinquents* 
"Dead  Beat."  The  commentary  is  made  all  the  more  sad 
by  the  fact  that  it  is  handed  down  from  year  to  year  and 
may  at  some  time  fix  the  estimate  of  your  integrity. 

We  wish  to  remind  those  whose  contributions  have 
made  the  Collegian  what  it  has  been,  that  the  closing  of 
this  year  is  but  the  beginning  of  a  year  in  which  greater 
things  will  be  expected.  Do  not  forget  that  it  is  your 
duty  to  stand  by  the  men,  who  shall  have  the  direction  of 
the  Collegian  affairs  during  the  next  session;  and  make  the 
Collegian  the  best  that  it  has  ever  been. 

Now  to  those  generous  and  enterprising  business 
men  of  the  city,  whose  kindness  in  the  matter  of  advertis- 
ing with  us  has  made  the  Collegian  a  financial  success,  we 


32  THE   MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN 

desire  to  express  our  sincere  thanks.  We  hope,  indeed, 
we  feel  sure  that  they  will  continue  their  support  in  the 
future,  for  no  business  man  with  common  sagacity  can 
afford  to  count  the  actual  money  received  from  the  stu- 
dents and  reckon  the  income  from  the  investment  upon 
this  basis.  Millsaps  College  brings  to  you  that  which  is 
worth  more  than  money,  it  brings  an  atmosphere  that 
nothing  but  such  an  institution  can  bring.  You  cannot 
afford  to  withdraw  your  sympathy  and  support,  for  in 
fostering  the  college  enterprises  you  prepare  a  blessing 
for  your  children. 


In  the  May  1902  number  of  The  Forum  appeared  an 
article  entitled  "The  Negro  and  Higher  Learning"  which 
excited  our  attention  and  brought  the  study  of  the  ques- 
tion as  to  whether  or  not  the  negro  is  capable  of  assimilat- 
ing higher  learning  again  prominently  before  the  writer. 
The  above  mentioned  article  was  written  by  Prof.  W.  S. 
Scarborough.  We  do  not  know  where  Prof.  Scarborough 
lives  or  by  what  means  he  has  studied  the  Negro  Problem 
but  we  feel  safe  in  venturing  that  there  are  no  negroes  in 
that  part  of  the  country,  else  he  would  know  them  better, 
and  that  his  study  of  the  negro  has  all  been  done  while 
bounded  by  the  four  walls  of  his  study  chamber  and  not 
by  means  of  any  practical  observation.  We  venture  this 
because  his  article  reads  like  it. 

He  seems  to  have  studied  the  question  as  best  he 
might  under  his  unfavorable  conditions.  He  set  forth 
very  convincingly  the  great  necessity  of  higher  education 
for  any  race  that  would  extricate  itself  from  the  lowest 
level  of  human  existence.  He  takes  a  case  beset  by  none 
of  those  difficulties  which  make  the  negro  question  so 


THE  CLASS  OF  1903. 


THE   MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN  3 

perplexing,  a  case  where  a  race  of  people  has,  as  he  says, 
**a  noble  discontent,"  dormant  possibilities  for  distin- 
guishing- themselves  in  art,  in  science,  in  literature  and  in 
statesmanship,  and  attempts  to  show,  in  the  old  cut  and 
dried  manner  why  they  should  be  educated,  never  asking 
himself  the  question.  Is  it  possible?  Because  our  northern 
brothers  must  do  most  of  the  writing  on  this  subject  and 
you  are  therefore  not  accustomed  to  see  such  statements 
in  print  you  may  think  me  a  little  too  radical  when  I  say 
that  I  do  not  believe  the  negro  capable  or  that  he,  as  a 
negro,  will  ever  be  capable  of  assimilating  higher  learning, 
I  make  this  statement,  aftera  careful  study  of  the  question 
from  more  than  one  point  of  view.  I  am  no  believer  in 
that  nonsensical  saying,  "Where  ignorance  is  bliss  'tis 
folly  to  be  wise;"  I  believe  in  educating  as  highly  as  possi- 
ble all  peoples;  I  believe  that  a  higher  civilization  has  a 
right  to  force  itself  on  a  lower  one,  and  I  would  believe  in 
continuing  our  efforts  to  educate  the  negro  if  I  had  seen 
any  encouraging  signs,  but  on  the  contrary  I  do  not 
believe  in  it  because  I  have  seen  so  many  discouraging 
signs,  thoroughly  convincing  to  me. 

It  is  argued  that  there  are  too  many  examples  of 
highly  educated  negroes  to  admit  of  any  such  belief.  I 
admit  that  there  are  numerous  examples  of  educated 
beings  called  negroes,  but  show  me  a  single  one  with 
undiluted  negro  blood  in  his  veins.  It  takes  100  per  cent 
of  white  blood  to  make  a  white  man;  it  takes  one  per  cent 
of  negro  blood  to  make  a  negro.  Now  will  any  one  contend 
that  where  white  blood  so  predominates  that  it  is  not 
likely  that  white  characteristics  and  a  degree  of  intelli- 
gence far  above  the  full  blooded  negro  will  be  found. 
There  is  the  secret  of  theintellectual  negro.  The  question 
of  educating  him  therefore  revolves  itself  into  this:  Will 
we  permit  a  fusion  of  the  two  races,  degrading  the  one  to 
elevate  the  other,  forming  a  mongrel  race  of  medioere 
station,  or  will  the  Caucasian  keep  pure  his  blood  and  the 
Ethiopian  remain  as  he  has  for  unnumbered  ages   past. 


34  THE  MILLSAPS  CGLLEGIAN 

Prof.  Scarboroug-h  is  so  prudent  that  he  only  says, 
"A  noble  discontent  is  not  harmful  to  either  individual  or 
race."  Certainly  it  is  not  harmful.  More  truth  would 
have  been  expressed  had  he  said  no  people  ever  rose  or 
ever  will  rise  without  the  incentive  of  a  noble  discontent. 
Trace  back,  if  you  will,  any  of  the  great  peoples  of  this 
time,  to  their  primitive  state  and  you  will  always  find 
among-  them  a  sense  of  honor,  a  disposition  to  accumulate 
worldly  goods,  a  sense  of  equity,  a  powerful  energy,  a 
will  to  shirk  no  duty  calculated  to  elevate  the  whole  of 
their  society.  Do  you  find  any  of  these  qualities  in  the 
negro  race  pure?  I  have  lived  in  the  south  all  my  life  and 
they  have  never  exposed  one  of  these  qualities  to  me* 
Theirs  is  one  of  the  oldest  of  the  races,  and  why  did  they 
not  keep  step  with  the  world's  advancement.  Any  race 
will,  as  Prof.  Scarboroug-h  says,  rise  or  fall  according-  to 
the  intellectual  step  it  can  keep  with  the  other  races  of 
the  world.  The  negro  race  could  not  keep  the  required 
pace  at  first,  hence  it  fell  to  the  rear,  After  thousands  of 
years  of  sad  experience  he  keeps  it  no  better,  the  close  of 
a  thousand  years  to  come  will  still  find  him  treading  the 
wine  press  alone. 

•'I  claim  for  the  race, "  says  Prof.  Scarborough,  "all 
the  latitude  in^the  pursuit  of  knowledg-e  that  other  races 
have,  if  they  are  to  have  a  glorious  future;  I  would  have 
every  youth  follow  the  bent  of  his  g-enius;  I  would  throw 
open  to  the  neg-ro  youth  all  the  avenues  of  life;  I  would 
encourage  him  to  take  advanced  courses  whenever  and 
wherever  possible;  I  would  counsel  him  to  distinguish 
himself  by  rare  attainments." 

All  this  sounds  to  me  like  one  who  would  advise  a 
young-  man  to  be  great  as  if  it  were  a  matter  of  choice,  a 
thing  for  personal  decision  as  to  whether  or  not  we  want 
it;  a  parchment  rolled  and  tied  with  a  blue  ribbon,  stuck  in 
a  pigeonhole,  labeled  "Certificate  of  greatness." 

Ask,  and  it  shall  be  given  you.  Were  greatness  thua 
to  be  gotten  you  might  give  every  negro  in  the    land  one 


THE    MILLSAPS    COLLEGIAN  35 

and  I  would  g-ive  them  eight  hours  in  which  to  destroy  it, 
and  come  out  with  seven  hours  to  my  credit.  So  far  as 
latitude  is  concerned,  the  negro  has  as  much  as  the  white 
man.  The  southern  white  man  is  not,  as  often  charged, 
placing  barriers  in  the  way  of  attempting  to  educate  the 
neg-ro,  but  he  is  rather  the  best  friend  on  earth  to  the 
negro  and  aids  more  than  anyone  else  in  this  vain  attempt. 
How  many  thousands  of  dollars  every  year  paid  into  the 
the  public  school  fund  by  him  is  expended  on  the  educable 
negro  school  children  in  the  South.  He  does  not  give  in 
large  pretentious  sums  sufficient  to  found  a  college  but 
gives  where  the  only  possible  good  can  be  done.  The 
neg"ro  colleg-es  with  the  exception  of  a  few  Agricultural 
and  Mechanical  institutions  are  more  of  a  curse  than 
a  blessing-,  both  to  the  negro  and  white  man.  Can  any 
good  come  by  placing  on  social  equality  negro  students 
and  a  white  faculty  as  is  the  case  within  a  stone's  throw  of 
the  writer,  and  where,  only  a  few  years  back,  the  daughter 
of  the  president  of  the  college  became  so  infatuated  with 
a  young  negro  buck  that  he  was  forced  to  resign  his 
position  and  take  her  away  or  have  a  negro  son-in-law? 

These  are  the  people  who  come  south  as  missionaries 
to  a  persecuted  race — wolves  in  sheep's  clothing— asses 
who  would  play  lions  but  can't  help  braying. 

Prof.  Scarborough  would  counsel  the  negro  youth  to 
distinguish  himself  by  rare  attainments.  So  would  I,  so 
would  everyone  counsel  everyone  else.  That  is  not  what 
we  are  considering,  but  rather  can  he  distinguish  himself. 
When  God  made  the  earth  and  placed  thereon  all  forms  of 
life,  he  planned  a  whole.  Some  were  born  to  rule,  others 
must  till  earth's  virgin  soil, behewersof  wood  and  drawers 
of  water  for  those  whose  intellectual  endowment  places 
them  in  the  first  class.  Man's  sense  of  equity  might  find 
fault  with  such  a  plan,  but  He  knew  best  whose  wheel  the 
pitcher  shaped. 


36 


THE  mULSAPS  COLLEGIAN 


Man  was  only  worthless  dust,  till  God  breathed  in 
him — and  worthless  is  the  man  through  whom  God  does 
not  breathe  today. 

Jesus  Christ  is  the  polar  star  of  true  manhood. 

To  have  riches  is  vexation;  to  be  rich  is  contentment 
— not  cash  but  character. 

Only  God.  is  g-reater  than  man;  cowardice  alone,  can 
keep  man  from  conquering. 

God  did  not  rest  till  he  made  man;  neither  will  I,  till 
manhood  be  attained. 

Men  often  begin   speculation,   only  to  end  in  pecu- 
lation. 


Even  environment  cannot  bring  out  of  a  man  what  is 
not  in  him.  The  sourness  of  a  lemon  is  extracted,  not 
developed  by  squeezing. 

The  man  who  is  mediocre,  with  the  opportunities  of 
today,  would  have  been  a  miserable  dwarf  in  any  previ- 
ous age. 

Who  worries  over  trifles,  shall  find  trifles  enough  to 
worry  him  to  death. 

Influence  is  compound  interest  on  character. 

Temptation  is  never  too  great,  till  manhood  has 
become  too  small. 


THE  CLASS  OF  190i. 


THE  MILLSAPS   COLLEGIAN  37 


The  College  World 


What  with  cheering  words  of  encouragement  and 
what  in  the  face  of  biting  criticism,  we  have  rounded  out  a 
year  of  college  journalism.  It  has  been  a  source  of  much 
pleasure  to  read  a  list  of  splendid  exchanges  and  now  and 
then,  offer  a  friendly  criticism  or  bestow  a  merited  compli- 
ment. To  some  extent  we  have  caught  the  spirit  of  all 
the  colleges;  we  have  skated  and  tobogganed  with  the 
boys  of  far  off  Manitoba;  tramped  over  plain  and  moun- 
tain with  the  students'of  Arizona;  participated  in  the  sage, 
dhilosophical  dignity  of  the  eastern  colleges;  or  revelled 
with  a  fellow  student  from  Dixie,  as  he  lolled  under  a  tree 
and  dreamed  of  love  and  springtime.  From  all  of  these 
we  have  gained  something  and  shall  go  out  to  broader 
better  manhood  for  the  year's  association  and  experience. 
We  leave  no  hatchet  unburied  and  trust  that  we  leave  no 
scar  unhealed,  when  we  bid  one  and  all,  Good  Bye. 

Many  May  Magazines  are  Commencement  numbers, 
illustrated  with  cuts  of  historic  buildings,  sage  faculties, 
sophomoric  classes  and  handsome  editorial  boards.  The 
matter  is  above  the  average  in  quantity,  quality  and  arrange- 
ment, most  of  it  the  swan-notes  of  expiring  editorial 
staffs,  who  have  looked  their  best,  sung  their  sweetest  and 
and  passed  away  never  to  sing  again.  Peace  to  the 
editorial  ashes  of  1902. 

The  S.  IV.  U.  Magazine^  opens  with  an  oration  on 
Stonewall  Jackson,a  glowing  tribute  to  one  who  was  among 
the  bravest  of  generals  and  noblest  of  men.  "The  Debt  of 
Power,"  is  ably  discussed,  the  author  showing  how  the 
world-problems  of  other  days  have  been  met  and  mastered 
Mighty  issues  await  the  application  of  the  great  forces^ 
now  found  in  education,  government  and  wealth.     "The 


38  lOLLSAPS  COLLKGIAIf. 

Exodus  of  Mammy,"  tells  of  the  conflict  of  a  faithful  black 
mammy  and  a  cruel  step-mother.  When  mammy  could 
stand  it  no  longer  she  g^athered  her  goods  and  stole  away, 
to  return  when  her  troublesome  opponent  was  out  of  the 
way.  Class  histories  make  an  important  part  of  this  issue. 
The  "Class  poem  1902,"  an  unmitigated  abomination.  It 
lacks  rythm,  meter  and  sense.  It  does  not  even  have  the 
merit  of  being  good  nonsense,  for  instance,  when  the  wri- 
ter prays  for  his  *'Alma  Mater, "  to  be  "a  copy  of  the  Crea- 
tor. "     Let  us  hope  the  offense  will  never  be  repeated. 

The  gentleman  from  Virginia  gets  his  data  badly  tan- 
gled, when  he  charges  this  editor  with  filling  up  his  depart- 
ment with  "clippings  alone.''''  Never  quite  so  bad  as  thati 
Read  the  Collegian  and  see.  The  copy  referred  to  has 
seven  reviews;  and  the  gentleman  from  Virginia  comes  in 
for  his  share  of  attention.  Perhaps  that  is  why  he  failed 
to  see  it.  The  Magazine  is  not  so  replete  with  good  things, 
as  it  was  the  past  month,  nevertheless,  its  two  verse  stories, 
"The  Kerry  Piper"  and  "The  Ferry  of  Frontinbault,"are 
well  written.  "The  Study  of  Greek  Mythology,"  is  an 
able  appreciation  of  a  neglected  subject,  showing  that 
much  literature  is  incomprehensible  without  knowledge 
of  this  branch.  "The  Alpha  Phi  Pin"  is  a  farce  of  blood- 
curdling, blood-letting  realism.  The  tale  is  improbable 
and  gloomy.  Other  articles  are  worthy  of  mention  and 
the  departments  are  always  readable. 

The  Souvenir  edition  of  the  Untv.  of  Miss.  Magazine,  is 
handsome,  but  of  no  literary  value,  excepting  the  poems, 
which  are  very  good.  In  sketching  the  Chancellors  of  the 
University  it  is  stated  that  from  1895  to  1900,  Chancellor 
Mayes  "  Was  Professor  of  law  in  Millsap's  Methodist  College, 
Jackson,  Miss."  This  is  news  indeedl  Mr  Millsaps  does 
not  own  a  Methodist  College,  nor  any  other  college,  and 
Hon.  Edward  Mayes  sustains  the  same  relation  to  Millsaps 


ICLLSAPS   COLLBGIAH.  39 

College  now  that  he  has  had  since  1895,  never  having  been 
separated  from  the  College.  By  this  time,  surely,  the 
people  of  the  State  University  have  learned  the  name  of 
Millsaps  College. 

The  M.  S.  U.  Independent,  is  the  brightest  weekly  that 
comes  to  our  desk.  While  ^no  serious  literary  effort  is 
often  attempted,  its  locals  are  interesting,  its  jokes  fresh 
and  original,  its  poems  witty  and  appropriate  to  a  college 
journal.  The  general  make  up  is  western — strictly.  The 
boys  at  M.  S.  U.  are  to  the  front  with  all  sorts  of  pranks, 
practical  jokes  and  jolly  school-boy  deviltry.  Athletics 
comes  in  for  a  good  share  of  attention  and  college  spirit 
is  at  high  water  mark.  We  always  welcome  the  Jndepen- 
dent. 

Harvard,  Stanford  and  Pennsylvania  Universities 
have  a  smaller  number  of  students  this  year  thanlast. 

Mrs.  Phoeba  Hearst  has  donated  the  University  of 
California  a  collection  of  Chinese  and  Japanese  curios,  val- 
ued at  $10,000. 

The  following  exchanges  have  gladdened  our  heart 
during  the  past  year.  We  commend  them  to  our  successor 
as  worthy  of  his  notice. 

Randolph  Macon  Monthly,  University  of  Va.  Magazine, 
The  L.  S.  U.  Reveille,  The  Journal  of  S.  W.  P.  U„  Mississippi 
College  Magazine,  Emory  and  Henry  Era,  Emory  Phoenix, 
Hendrix  College  Mirror,  The  Uuiv.  of  Arizona  Monthly,  Whit- 
worth  Clionian,  Blue  and  Gold,  The  College  Reflector,  The 
Shamrock  M.  S.  U.  Independent,  Vanderbilt  Observer,  Univ.  of. 
Miss.  Magazine,  Trinity  Argive,  Tulane  Univ.  Magazine,  Univ- 
ersity Unit,  S.  W.  Univ.  Magazine,  Maroon  and  White,  Vox 
Wesleyana,  Deaf  Mute  Voice,  King  College  Magazine,  Southern 
Univ.  Monthly^  Gray  Jacket. 


40  THE  MIIXSAPS    COLLEGIAN 

CLIPPINGS. 


*' Shall  I  brain  him?"  cried  a  hussar, 

And  the  victim's  courage  fled. 
"You  can't,  it  is  a  Freshman, 

Just  hit  him  on  the  head.  " — Soph. 

A  Sad   Fate. 

"There  was  a  young- lady  named  Perkins 
Who  always  was  fond  of  green  gherkins, 

She  ate  so  much  spice 

In  spite  of  advice 
That  she  pickled  her  internal  workings,  " — £x. 

The  ways  of  exchange  editors  are  devious.  Some 
time  ago  a  rhyme  appeared  in  the  Harvard  Lamqoon  which 
was  copied  far  and  wide  over  the  land,  as  most  of  the 
Lampoon  stuff  is.  The  first  exchange  editor  to  clip  it, 
credited  it  to  Harvard  Lampoon;  the  next  to  Howard  Lam- 
poon, the  next  (which  was  the  Ft.  Worth  Unit^  to  H. 
Lampoon,  and  the  last  time  it  came  to  light  the  exchange 
editor  had  chalked  it  up  to  "  H.  Lampoon,  in  the  Ft. 
Worth  Unit.  "  —Leto. 

Evidence. 

Of  all  the  lines  that  volumes  fill. 

Since  vEsop  first  his  fables  told, 

The  wisest  is  the  proverb  old, 
That  every  Jack  must  have  his  Jill. 

But  when  the  crowd  that  nightly  fills 

The   down-town  places  homeward   goes, 
To  hear  them  sing,  one  would  suppose 

That  every  Jack  had  several  gills. 

— R.  O.  H  in  Cornell  Magazine. 


IfirXSAPS  COLLEGIAN.  41 


Local  Department. 

Commencement !  commencement !! 

Burglar:— Money  or  your  life! 
Ikenstein — Veil  take  my  life,  its  inzured. 

Mr  Pope  Jordan,  who  attended  Tulane  Univ.  the  first 
part  of  the  year,  decided  to  return  to  Millsaps  and  grad- 
uate with  his  class.  This  gives  us  one  more,  making  four- 
teen in  all.     The  superstitious  man  is  saved. 

During  the  month  the  Juniors  and  Sophs  visited,  in  a 
body,  the  factories  of  the  city  and  any  one  of  them  thinks 
now,  that  he  could  make  gas,  run  a  car  and  make  ice, 
although  some  of  them  don't  cut  any  ice;  or  in  other  words 
are  roller  skates. 

Dr.  W.  B.  Hurrah  has  returned  from. the  General  Con- 
ference held  at  Dallas,  Texas,  where  he  has  been  for  the 
past  month.  During  his  absence.  Prof.  G.  C.  Swearen- 
gen  has  been  acting  president. 

"Alf  "George,  the  well  known  "sport"  of  the  first 
term,  gave  us  a  visit  last  week.  We  are  glad  to  have  his 
walking  stick  with  us  again,  for  he  is  certainly  a  jolly 
fellow. 

The  students  were  given  a  half-holiday  this  month, 
that  they  might  have  an  opportunity  to  see  the  "Hero 
of  Santiago, "  who  paid  Jackson  a  visit.  The  boys  paid 
tribute  in  the  usual  way — yelled.  During  the  day  Mr.  W. 
J.  Bryan,  of  free  silver  fame,  passed  through  and  a  crowd 
went  out  aud  yelled  for  him  a  few  times.  He  thanked  the 
boys  but  declined  to  speak. 

Mr.  G.  L.  Teat,  has  been  out  during  the  week  visit- 
ing "frat  mates." 


42  mLLSAPS  COLLEGLIlK. 

We  take  this  occasion  to  inform  "  Pete  "  that  "Jinks'* 
has  returned. 

Little  kid — Mamma,  if  two  birds  of  a  feather  flock 
twogether,  do  three,  birds  of  a  feather  flock  threegether? 

The  Kappa  Sigma  aud  Kappa  Alpha,  receptions  on 
June  5th  and  9th  respectively,  promise  to  be  quite  swell 
affairs;  and  the  boys  and  girls  alike,  look  forward  to  these 
receptions,  with  many  pleasant  anticipations. 

We  are  glad  to  note  that  Professor  Bishop,  who  has 
been  confined  to  his  room  for  several  days,  is  now  able  to 
be  out  again  and  to  hold  his  examinations. 

During  the  past  month,  Mr.  Joe  Shurlds  invited  the 
Kappa  Alpha  and  Kappa  Sigma  fraternities,  each  on  a  Sat- 
urday night,  to  his  ice  cream  parlors.  Delicious  dainties 
were  served,  besides  after  dinner  cigars.  We  thank  Mr. 
Shurlds  for  his  ''good  turn  to  the  hungry  college  man.'* 
"  Boys,  ''  give  him  your  commencement  trade. 

We  are  very  sorry  that  "Belhaven"  commencement 
exercises  conflict  with  our  final  examinations.  Many  of 
the  boys  will  not  be  able  to  attend  the  exercises. 

Mr.  Briney  of  the  Kentucky  University,  who  is  now 
an  evangelist  of  the  Christian  church,  was  out  mingling 
with  his  frat  brothers  last  Saturdav. 

Professor  B.  E.  Young  left  last  Wednesday  for  Ger- 
many. He  goes  to  equip  himself  better,  in  the  modern 
languages.  We  wish  "Herr  "Young  a  splendid  trip  and 
may  he  return  next  year,  "Spechend  Duesche." 

We  are   sorry  to  note  the  sickness  of  Mr.  J.  M.  Ken- 
nedy.    He    has    been  quite    sick    and  has    missed  all  his 
examinations.     We  are  very  glad  to  note  that  he  is  improv^ 
ing  and  will  probably   be  able  to  go  home  in  a  day  or  two 
{  he  has  no  relapse. 


ICLLgAPS    COLLSGIAH.  43 

Millsaps  College  is  certainly  to  be  congratulated  on  the 
recent  rictory  of  her  representative,  J.  R.  Countiss,  in  the 
State  Oratorical  contest.  Millsaps  has  won  four  victories, 
out  of  seven,  in  State  contests,  and  has  won  two  years  in 
succession  at  Monteagle  in  the  Southern  Interstate  con- 
test. 

Mr.  Countiss  will  not  represent  Mississippi,  in  the 
contest  at  Monteagle,  this  summer. 


Lamar  Literary  Society  Notes. 


Society  was  called  to  order  May  9,1902,  by  President 
Nobles.  The  literar}^  exercises  consisted  of  an  oration  by 
Mr.  C.  R.  Ridgway  and  a  declamation  by  B.  E.  Tindall. 
The  question,  "Resolved:  That  the  negro  should  receive 
school  funds  only  in  proportion  to  the  tax  they  pay,  "  was 
fully  discussed,  the  affirmative  winning.  The  Society 
enjoyed  an  address  from  one  of  its  old  members,  M.  Frank 
Holloman. 

On  the  night  of  May  16th  the  society  was  called  to 
©rder,  G.  R.  Nobles  in  the  chair.  On  account  of  the  busi- 
ness necessary  to  be  transacted  on  this  night,  it  being  the 
last  meeting  of  this  session,  the  literary  exercises  were 
omitted.  The  Society  found  it  necessary  to  expel  sev- 
eral of  its  members,  on  account  of  non  compliance  with 
the  constitution  and  by-laws. 

The  Society  has  accomplished  some  excellent  work 
during  this  year,  and  the  old  members  will  return  full  of 
confidence  for  the  success  of  the  Society  during  the  ses- 
sion of  '02  and  '03. 

G.  R.  Nobles, 
LuTHKR  Manship,  Jr.,  President. 

Corresponding  Secretary. 


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