Millsaps Collegian, 1905

The Millsaps Collegian.

Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS. /OCTOBER, 1904. No. 1.

THE IDEAL VERSUS THE PRACTICAL IN POLITICS.

Speech delivered by C. A. Alexander in the Mississippi Inter-
collegiate Oratorical Contest at Hattiesburg, Miss., May
6, 1904.

It is natural to cherish ideals. However much the real
and material may press upon us, our higher natures will always
reach out after the ideal.

This is not only natural, it is right. An ideal uplifts the
soul, ennobles character, kindles ambition and stimulates to
noble deeds. The poet catches the inspiration of an ideal, and
in rhythmic measures gives his immortal epic to the world. An
ideal of grace and beauty enters the soul of a sculptor, and he
fashions a Venus de Milo. A nobler vision of grace and beauty
blended with maternal love and tenderness fixes the rapturous
gaze and adoration of the painter, and he leaves on the canvas
a Madonna on which generations then unborn gaze with rapture
ci Jid wonder. And so in every field of human endeavor, without
; ii ideal there can be no great achievements.

If, as Aristotle said, "man is a pohtical animal," and
f?:( >vernment is the one great business of mankind, it is inevitable

[It is provided in the Constitution of the Mississippi State Oratorical
A sociation that the representatives of the colleges shall have their
speeches puhlished in their respective college journals sometime during
the year succeeding the contest.]

The grades On this contest were: C. A. Alexander, of Millsaps,
94.6; S. V. Kohertson, of University, 89.5; J. H. Wallace, of Mississippi
College, 87.8; S. M. Harmon, of Mississippi A. & M., 83.7.

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that man should have political ideals. Plato was not alone
when he conceived of an ideal republic; he was a mere type of
the political man of all ages. But Plato's repubhc was a mere
dream. More than twenty centuries afterwards men as wise
as he, and more practical, were called, not only to conceive
of an ideal republic, but to frame and organize it. For the
first time in history a people, having achieved their freedom,
undertook to give substantial form to their political ideals;
and various were their conceptions, ranging from a limited
monarchy with Washington as king, to a loose federation of
independent states; from the ideal of Hamilton who exalted
the central government, and who was willing to risk tryanny
rather than put order in jeopardy, to the ideal of Jefferson who
exalted the citizen and risked anarchy rather than endanger
individual liberty, out of these blended ideals came the Consti-
tution— the exact ideal of no single statesman, but the com-:
posite of them all; a document of which Gladstone said, it is
the grandest instrument ever struck off at one time by the
hand of man.

The ideal, though always before us, is ever vanishing and
unattainable. We are led away by the allurements of the
selfish and sensual, by greed and gold. Frail human nature
falters in pursuit of its highest good, for "the muddy vesture
of decay doth grossly close us in." Yet the ideal has the
Divine sanction, for linked with the assurance that none doeth
good, is the inspired command, "Be ye perfect."

The same is true in the realm of government. The ideals
for which our forefathers fought are forgotten in the stress
and strife of sectionalism and commerciaUsm. True, conditions
are ever changing and the statesman, although inspired by
ideals, should not lose sight of the practical. The age is too
utilitarian. It looks too much to the practical, too little to
the ideal. The practical poHtician should be the man who
embodies and puts into practice the lofty ideals of the statesman
but the term is now one of reproach. Too often the ideal is
entirely lost. Clouds obscure its view, and beneath in the

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fog and mist rages the tumult of turbulent factions led, not
by the patriot and statesman, but by the demagogue and
spoilsman. What has become of the lofty ideals that inspired
the makers of our republic ? Let us in a brief way see how
some of them have stood the test of the century.

The first and greatest problem before the statesman who
framed our Constitution was that of the proper distribution
of the powers of government. They were well aware of two
opposing tendencies; the one towards centralization of power,
the other towards its diffusion — the centripetal against the
centrifugal forces. They conceived of a republic in which,
unlike the old world monarchies and so-called republics, the
central government should have only those powers expressly
granted, and the state should in all else be supreme; in which
the current of authority should flow from the local to the
central government. Having rebelled against colonial op-
pression, the very thought of provinces ruled as subjects
instead of citizens, liable to taxation but without representation,
would have appalled the staunchest federalist. For more than
a century the statesman of our country, regardless of party
ties, clung to the ideal. But the temptation came at last. A
vision of world power appeared before our people, and blinded
by its dazzling light, oiu" country, or at least, the party in power,
has committed us to a colonial policy similar in many respects
to that our forefathers fought to destroy. We now have hun-
dreds of distant islands; provinces instead of states, with ten
million people, subjects not citizens, alien in race, language
and manners. To call them Americans shocks our idea of
an American citizen. This is the actual versus the ideal in
politics.

Turning from the ideal government to the ideal citizen, we
find that the claim that all men are born free and equal is placed
at the very summit of our Declaration of Independence. Yet,
despite this cherished ideal, the tenacious pursuit of which
plunged our country into a fratricidal war, our government
holds the millions of her possessions in subjection, without the

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promise or pretense of political equality. It is the ideal in
politics that applauds the Declaration of Independence, and
retains in our Constitution the Fifteenth Amendment. It is
the practical that acquired and holds a distant race which no
one believes or hopes will ever attain to political or social
equality.

Another ideal condition of our republic was voiced by
Washington in his farewell address, when he so earnestly
admonished it to avoid all complications with old world mon-
archies. Obedient to this advice, America, rich in her vast
territory and boundless resources, has stood apart, "majestic
in her isolation." When a few years ago a great war brought
about mighty convulsions in the far East affecting nearly all
the European Powers, no one feared or imagined that our
government could be involved. How is it now? The war
cloud has again appeared in the East, American diplomacy
is called into play, American possessions and trade are to be
guarded, American warships, along with the rest, are hurried to
the scene of war, and who can foretell with certainty that we
will not be swept into that general conflict, which at no distant
day must meet the advance of the yellow peril. ^j ^^

Again, our forefathers had confidence in the power of the
people to rule. They gave the ballot to every man, the uned-
ucated as well as the learned; but in doing so they looked to
a time when all should be intelligent, and independent citizens
should cast their partiotic votes and jealously guard the ballot
box as the symbol and exponent of their liberties, and when
the leaders of culture and capacity should hold the reins of
power. But they reckoned not of the political "boss" who
with the party lash should drive voters, like cattle, to the polls.
They did not see that their first departure from the ideal
principle of equal rights to all and special privileges to none,
in conceding governmental protection to favored classes, would
in the end mature the infant industry into the giant monopoly
which now "bestrides this narrow world like a Colossus," and
controls votes and legislatures at will. They did not dream

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of the day when the most cultured and capable, disgusted by
the demagogue and discouraged by defeats, would turn away
from the polls, neglect all civic duties, and leave the government
to be run by the corrupt and illiterate under the leadership of
the spoilsman. They did not dream of the day when the ballot
should not represent the free choice of intelligent voters, but
the dictates of a despotic boss or the decree of a tariff-fed
trust. Truly one, at least, of the ideals of our forefathers is
dimmed and faded.

Whatever differences the colonists may have had as to
other measures, they all cherished sacredly the ideal of general
diffusion of education. Public schools have been planted and
fostered in every section, and in every new state one-thirty-sixth
of the land was irrevocably dedicated to education. So intently
did Jefferson cherish this ideal that he asked to have engraved
on his tomb, as his crowning distinction, that he was the founder
of a great University. Yet even in that part of our country
where the views of Jefferson are most sacredly cherished, there
are those who openly advocate illiteracy for a class of our pop-
ulation, and beheve that not knowledge but ignorance can
solve the greatest problem before the American people to-day.

I add a final illustration. The founders of our Constitution
differed as to the strength of the federal bond between the
states. The minority grew into an active majority to which
the name and thought of secession were odious. For a state
to secede was rebellion. To counsel it even, was treason.
Where eleven sovereign states, acting on their honest construc-
tion of their constitutional rights, had seceded and for more
than four years maintained a government complete in all its
branches, these idealists would have deemed it a casus belli
for a foreign power to recognize the Southern Confederacy. Has
this ideal lost its power and influence? Has it, too, been for-
gotten? When Panama, little Panama, a state of a sister
republic seceded, how did the party in power, that once so hated
secession, practice what it preached? To its eternal shame it
must be said that under the temptation of present advantage

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the ideal vanished before expediency; rebellion was applauded,
and the recognition of Panama was a matter not of years but
of hours. And many honest and sincere men believe that our
government aided and abetted the secession. Has another
ideal vanished?

These instances are enough to show against what dangers
and by what a struggle our people are to preserve our cherished
political ideals.

Since party organizations are necessary, political ideals
must be largely given into their keeping. De Tocqueville has
said "pohtical parties which I style great are those which
cling to general principles more than to their consequences;
to general more than to especial cases; to ideas and not to
men." If then such a party exists and shall continue to exist
in our country, there is no danger that the ideals of our fathers
will altogether perish.

A recent writer has described the two political parties of
today as "the party of general principles and the party of the
main chance;" and it is safe to say that so long as our country
is controlled by a spirit of opportunism, and measures greatness
by the standard of wealth, the "party of the main chance"
will be dominant. But the real glory of our republic is not in
her wealth, but in her citizenship. Her real strength is not
in her army and navy, but in the virtue, intelligence and patriot-
ism of her people. That nation only is great which has great
ideals. It should be the mission of the so-called "party of
general principles" to bring our nation back to the ideals of
the founders of oiu* republic. If it is true to this mission, it
will ultimately triumph.

But there is one ideal that should lift us above the tumult
of party strife, the vision of which should bring an exultant
throb of hope to the breast of every patriot. It is that of a
mighty and majestic republic, fearless of invasion from without,
secure against corruption within, exalting her citizens by
inculcating virtue and morality, inspiring patriotism and
protecting the humblest in his "life, liberty and pursuit of

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happiness." Is such an ideal attainable? We know not;
but this we know: it will never be attained until our people
are taught to enthrone in their hearts the ideals of our fathers;
until they pledge their lives and sacred honor to guard, against
every selfish and sordid attack, the glorious charter of our
liberties. And this too, we know: it is worth our service, our
sacrifice and our complete consecration, for "he who saves his
country, saves all things, and all things saved by shall bless him.
He who lets his country die, lets all things die, and all things

dying curse him."

^

REMINISCENCE.

I brought her as a bride to the home where my fathers
for generations had brought the women of their choice, and
within its sacred walls we lived like happy children during the
joyous months of our honeymoon. She was but a maid of
eighteen when she placed her hand in mine at the altar, while
I had already passed my thirty-fourth year; and though I
was much older than she I loved her with all the love that the
strong can 'feel, and she returned my affection with the love
and trust that only youth can give.

The old mansion in which we lived stands on an elevation
which gradually rises till it forms a part of the mountain side,
while beneath in the valley lie thousands of fertile acres which
in the past had kept my fathers and their families in comfort
and plenty. A few large oaks are scattered over the lawn
that slopes from the mansion to the pike below, and to the
right of the old home a little brook flowing swiftly from the
mountains, crosses the lawn and plunges into the river but a
hundred yards beyond. In the quiet and peace of this old
home we lived happily for I was tired of the city, and the
country was new to her.

The morning was passed either in the mountains or in
riding over the fields, while in the afternoon we would wander
arm in arm along the river bank or I would read to her from the

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novel which I was writing; and the nights full of moonlight and
shadows were the happiest of all to us. We would sit on the
veranda in the cool mountain air as it stole from the heights
above into the heated valleys, and watch the moonbeams as
they played on the bosom of the river, and make plans for our
future which lay before us seemingly full of happiness and love.

Yet in these hours of my greatest happiness, as with all
men, the ghost of a future sorrow came to tinge my joy with
sadness. We had been sitting on the banks of the river in
the moonlight watching the water and the clouds. We had been
quieter than usual that night. She, I thought, was dreaming
of the golden future, and I smoked and dreamt also. Without
speaking we had been sitting for over an hour when I heard
her sigh and going to her I noticed that her eyes were
full of tears. She told me it was nothing and it was only when
too late I learned that she was longing to be again with people;
to be again in the city with its crowds. After this night I
saw no sign of her being dissatisfied and soon forgot the instance
altogether. Yet I know now that in secret she wept and longed
for the old life.

About this time my publishers were becoming very im-
patient. They had promised my book to the public and the
time for its publication was very near. It would take all of
my time to finish my book by the required date and, knowing
that my wife would want companions while I was busy with
my writing, I asked a college friend, who was ten years younger
than I, and his sister to come and spend the rest of the summer
with us. He had entered college the year that I finished and
from the first we were great friends but near the end of the
session we had had a little misunderstanding and I thought
this would be a good way to make friends with him again^ The
invitation was accepted and in a short time they arrived.

For the first few days I joined them in their wanderings
in the mountains and in their boatings on the river and also
in their games, but soon I had to give all my time to my book.
Very little I saw of my wife or my guests except at meals after

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the first three days. Yet they did not seem to notice my
absence as they knew my time belonged to my pubhshers
rather than to me.

For two long months I worked hard at my book while my
wife and friends spent the time in pleasure. During this time
I noticed no change in my wife except that she would no longer
come and sit near me as I wrote, I thought that this was
caused by her duty to our guests, and it was only the night
before my book was finished that I noticed any change in her
love for me. I caught her in my arms and kissed her, but as I
did she drew away and in her eyes I read the prayer that I
would not. This was not the way that my love returned my
caresses before; for then she would come and throw her arms
about my neck, her whole soul shining in her eyes, and cling
to me as the tender vine clings to some strong tree. I could
not understand why she drew away. Yet I did not doubt that
her love was as true as it was the day she gave her life to me.

The next morning as I sat writing the closing chapter of
my book I heard the voices of my wife and friends on the lawn
below and, going to the window, I found them ready to take
their morning ride. I had never seen my wife so beautiful.
She was dressed in a light gray riding habit and her soft black
hair was partly hidden by a light blue cap. She was just getting
ready to mount as I reached the window and as my friend gave
her the rein their glances met and I saw in her soft grey eyes
the same glad light that I had seen there when I first told her
of my love. For the first time I felt a tinge of jealousy,
and all the morning between me and my writing I saw her
first as she had looked at me the night before and then as she
had looked at my friend that morning. Yet in spite of this my
book was finished when they came in to lunch.

That afternoon I left for the city and while there I sent
my book on to my publishers. After finishing the other bus-
iness that had called me to town, I returned to my home, and
reaching there sooner than I was expected, I found no one in
the house; as it was still an hour till sunset I strolled down

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to the river bank. The great sun but a httle way above the
tree-tops poured such a stream of hght upon the waters that
it seemed a mass of molten gold. I loosed my boat and pushing
off rowed slowly up the stream to a great rock which stands,
leaning over the water, a silent sentinel that for ages has guarded
the river's pass to the sea. Near the top of this old clifi" there
is a bench-shaped rock worn there by the action of the waters
in a time long passed, and it was here that I always came when
I wished to be alone with nature and myself.

As I looked up to this old seat that evening I saw that
it was already occupied. My wife and he whom I had called
my friend were there. She was leaning over the rock, her
head resting on her hand, and looking out over the wilderness
of green and gold at the slowly setting sun. He stood near her
talking low and looking into her face. She turned and I heard
her say, "We had better go." Her eyes met his and she forgot—
forgot that she had given her life to another man — forgot all the
world except him and herself. I heard her give a soft low cry
as a bird might crj^ when it suddenly finds that it is free, and
as she cried I saw her fall into the arras of the man at her side.
The sun slipped slowly into the western clouds and with its
setting set also my life's hopes.

The next morning at sunrise I met him as man met man in
those days. The lie was passed and for this we must fight, or
at least this was what our seconds thought. A little while
later there in the mountains, without song or prayer, we laid
him in his grave. As the last shovel of earth was heaped on
the mound the shining sun waked the sleeping birds and they,
less heartless than their human neighbors, poured out their
souls in song above his grave.

A month later I was in Europe.

^t W: * * * * * * * *

Eighteen long years afterwards I was sitting, one evening,
among the ruins of an ancient temple looking out over the Bay
of Naples. The great sun, seemingly half in water, half in air,

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bathed the mountain tops above me in a crimson glow. A soft
breeze from out the sea was telhng its love to the pines above
and I was dreaming of the past and its memories. I heard a
step and glancing round saw a maid coming toward me; she,
too, was looking toward the sunset and dreaming of happiness
and love. Suddenly she turned her face toward me and I
scarce could think her not a vision. Hers were the same dark
hair and soft gray eyes, the same fair face and form, the same
little hands and feet that I had loved in the long ago. She
was dressed in gray, the color that I had loved most to see
my wife dressed in. Seeing the look of pain her presence caused,
she begged my pardon and turned away. Her voice was of
the same soft contralto that had first waked the noble and the
good in me and as she turned away I cried, "Child, come back;
you are not intruding, the look of pain you saw was
caused by the memories of a long dead past which your presence
reawoke. You are so like a little girl that I once knew and
loved that at first I thought you were a vision." Never before
had I told the story of my life, but something bade me tell her
and bidding her sit near me I told her all.

Wlien I had finished she looked at me with eyes full of
tears and as she raised her hand to hide them, I noticed that
she wore a little ring, a signet. There were but two like it in
the world, I wore one and m.y wife had worn the other. I asked
her where she had gotten it, and she answered softly:

"You have told me the secret of your life, I now will tell
you mine. My mother gave me this little ring on her death-bed
and also a little package and she told me 'that somewhere in
Europe there was a man who wore a ring like it and for him was
the package.' She said also that that man was my father;
whom when I find I must love for she said his life was full
of sorrow." I opened my arms and said, "Child, I wear the
other ring." At first she could not understand; then the
light came to her and she threw herself into my arms.

In that little package were the pictures of herself and me
and between them was a letter from my wife, telhng the

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story of her suffering and of the unfaithfulness of my friend,
who, she at last learned, had plotted to take her love from me
in payment of the wrong I had done him in school. In it
she begged forgiveness for the sorrow which she had caused me
and also told me of her love for me. She begged me also to love
our child and to think of her as she was before my false friend

came to wreck our lives.*

**********

Once more there is light and song in the homestead:
my grandchildren toddle around my knees and their peals of
laughter are heard on the lawn. My daughter is all that a father
could wish a child to be, devoted to her husband and her
children and to her gray-haired childish father. I am as happy
as one who has felt my sorrow can be. Yet there is one thing
which causes me sadness and that is that out in the garden,
under the sobbing pines lies a broken heart to whom Death had
given peace ere she knew that I had learned that she was true.

T. X. S.
^

TO MY SISTER.

Annie Laura, my baby sis.
Sit on my knee and hear me this.

Which now once more I wish to tell;
That you're my love and fairy queen.
And from childhood have ever been
The dearest girl that e're I've seen;
You know the truth that lies therein,

Annie , my love, you know quiet well.

But now that years have brought you age.
The play of life, the Human Stage

With wedding bells present themselves.
Present themselves with castles rare.
With love and life and fortune fair.
With all for which a soul could care,
But all as yet are myths in air.

Unknown save by the sprites and elves.

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When childhood's day has just begun,
And o'er the lea we used to run,

You were my pet, my joy, my pride;
And from that day to this sad hour
You've ever been my sweetest flower
On land or sea, by brook or bower,
The dearest girl in cot or tower —

To-morrow you become a bride.

Forget to-morrow, for to-night,
If then love wins, I say, "All right;"

You have a brother's wish and prayer.
Let's wander back to Hammock glen
Where pipe of quail and chirp of wren.
Where chestnuts are, and Indian hen.
Where hares and foxes have thier den.

And childhood's dreams recall, while there.

For childhood now draws near its end,
Let's seize the chance, the evening spend

In childish pranks and joyous bliss.
To-morrow ceases childhood's play.
And life, full fledged, stands in your way,
And for your life this boon I pray,
That it may know no night, but day —

Now give me thy last maiden's kiss.

Marvin S. Pittman.

AN EXCHANGE OF GROOMS.

It was a hot morning in a September of the late fifties,
and as Benton Holmes tilted his chair back against the wall
of the wide veranda of his father's plantation home he could
see the waves of heat rising above the cotton fields across the
"big road." It was the season known as "cotton pickin'
time," and the songs of the negroes at their work, mingled

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with the cackle of the fowls in the barn-yard and the subdued
singing of the women indoors, made the lonliness more lonely.

Since Benton's mother had succumbed in July to a fever
characteristic of the hot Mississippi summers, the place had
not been the same; and this morning it seemed almost in-
tolerable.

The summer had been very quiet — quite unlike any Baiton
had ever known. In his mother's hfetime, particularly in the
summers since he had been going to college, there was always
something on hand for the pleasure of themselves or their
friends. But now, since the presence which had made the place
so attractive had been withdrawn, even the visits of the friends
who had frequented the house in her lifetime had grown
farther and farther between, till now they had almost ceased.
It was not because Benton and his father were not liked; it
was only that it is not natural for people to seek the society
of people as gloomy as these two were — for they had taken their
bereavement hardly.

"You needn't be crowing so," said Benton as a rooster
somewhere in the rear crowed emphatically and persistently.
"Seems to me that if I'd done as much vain crowing as you've
done, I'd quit. If something don't happen I'm just going to
die."

His chair came to the floor with a bang, and starting up,
he called for his horse intending to ride into town for the
mail, when he saw his father's negro office boy coming up.

"Marse John sent dese two lettahs up heah," he said.

Benton took the letters, one of which had a black border.
Both of them bore the same Virginia postmark, and both were
addressed in the same handwriting, which he did not recognize.
He tore open the black-bordered one.

It proved to be from the lawyer of his Grandfather
Benton and announced the sudden death of that gentleman.
The other was a legal document from the same person, inform-
ing him that according to the last will and testament of the
late Robert Benton, his saddle horse, Don, with two thousand

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dollars, was bequeathed to his grandson, Robert Benton Holmes.
The writer would like, if it were possible, to see the latter at
an early date.

As he finished reading the last letter his father came
hurriedly up the drive.

"Has anything happened to any of the Bentons?" he asked.

Benton handed him the letters.

"Well, you'd better go, I guess," he said when he had read
them through.

It was soon decided that Benton should leave the next
morning. The funeral was probably over already, but he was
anxious to go as soon as possible. A reaction had set in, and
Benton, naturally romantic and active, longed to be off at
once. His father, too, was aroused somewhat from the apathy
into which he had fallen, and joined Benton in making his
plans.

Benton was to return home before going to college for
his last year, riding the horse through the country. He spent
the rest of the day in preparing for the trip, and left early the
next morning.

When he reached, a few days later, the place which had
been the home of his mother, his grandfather, and of his
ancestors for several generations back, the funeral was over
and all but one of the several uncles and aunts had returned
to their homes. One uncle remained at the old place for the
present. Benton remembered him only indistinctly, as he
did the place itself and his grandfather, for his father and
mother had gone to Mississippi before he was born, and had
been back to Virginia only once — when he was six years old.

''You will no doubt want to get acquainted with Don,"
said the uncle after breakfast the first morning. He had
heard of Benton's arrival the day before, and had hunted him
up at the hotel.

"Very much, sir," he replied.

Grandfather Benton had been a connoisseur of horses,
and his stables contained many fine specimens of them, but

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Don was easily superior to all the rest. Throughout the country
roundabout he was noted for his perfect form and for his speed
and variety of gaits. He was a Kentucky horse, with a strain
of Arabic blood, and his shining dark bay coat, his intelligent
eyes, and the spirited toss of his head quite won the heart of
Benton, who, too, had a taste for horses. Hitherto he had
thought his "Rex" quite good enough for anybody, but he
dwindled into insignificance when compared with this magnifi-
cent creature.

His uncle saw the admiration in his eyes.

"Your appreciation of Don makes me almost willing to
give him up," he said. "Father knew what he was doing when
he left him to you. None of his sons inherited his passion for
horses — though of course we admire a pretty one like this when
we see it. I remember how he enjoyed your interest in his
stables when you were here before, even though you were
such a child."

"Yes, I have always liked horses, and that is the one
distinct memory of my visit here," said Benton.

An instinct of animals, particularly horses and dogs, tells
them with whom to make friends, and Don and Benton became
friends at once.

As it would take much longer to get home than it did
to come, and as Benton wanted to get back to college in October,
he staid but two days at the home of his grandfather. Then,
the business having been adjusted, he bade his uncle good-by
and, riding Don, started home through the country.

The weather was becoming cooler and though there had
been no frost the trees on the mountains were beginning to
take on their fall coloring. Benton, used to the low, flat
Mississippi country with its short autumns, where the trees
seem to think it not worth while to dress up for so short a
time, enjoyed the mountains and their gala dress. Don seemed
to enjoy the trip, too, partly, perhaps, because he liked his new
master and partly because, conscious of his power, of the pure

MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN 21

love of showing it. They made good time and at the end of
the third day came to a tavern in western Virginia.

Situated on the old stage coach road, this tavern had been
a popular stopping-place in the past, but now, in the day of
railroads it was quite unusual to have more than two or three
guests at one time. When Benton alighted, however, on the
night of which we speak, he noticed that there were several
guests, and that there was an air of suppressed excitement
among them. He went with Don to the stable, and after seeing
that his horse was well rubbed down and that he had a good
supper, returned to the house. The men stopped talking upon
his entrance, and eyed him suspiciously.

As he went through the usual inquisition of landlords,
however, and accounted for all his past and present actions,
and revealed his plans for the future, their look of suspicion
gave way to friendliness. Soon the landlord said, in a tone
that was almost a whisper.

"There's goin' t'be somethin' happenin' 'round here
t'night."

"What?" asked Benton.

"Why, there's goin' t'be a runaway. 01' man Perdue's
darter is goin' t' run away with Jim Oaks. Jim uster be an
overseer up on one o' Perdue's places, an' he's a real likely
feller, but Perdue feels like he ain't good enough fer his darter.
He's tol' Jim he'll fill 'im full o' shot ef he comes 'roun anymore,
and swears he'll kill 'em both 'fore 'is darter sh'll marry 'im.
Well, they're goin' t' run off t'night, an' we've got word t' be
ready fer 'em here. We've got a preacher here, an' by th'
time th' ol' man comes up in th' mornin' they'll be tied good an'
hard an' be 'way over th' river."

"What time will they get here?" asked Benton.

" 'Bout two o'clock. They've got twenty miles t' come,
an' the nights is dark."

The prospect of witnessing so romantic a marriage was
very appealing to Benton's temperament. Still, he knew that
he must travel all the next day, so telling the landlord to wake

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him in time to witness the ceremony, he was shown to his room.

Day was beginning to break when Benton Holmes awoke.
He instantly remembered that he had not been waked for the
marriage, and dressing hastily, went downstairs. He felt very
much injured and did not hesitate to tell the landlord so.

"Why, they didn't come," was the answer he got. "I
guess the ol' man caught 'em. I'm sorry fer 'em ef he did."

Benton ate his early breakfast in silence. He was wonder-
ing if the man would really kill his daughter for trying to elope
with her lover. Soon he was on his way again, though, and
the crisp morning air soothed his thoughts.

About sunrise as he was approaching the river he heard
galloping horses behind him. Turning in his saddle he saw a
man and a young lady approaching on horseback. They
continually whipped up their horses, which were breathing
heavily and were evidently almost worn out. This must be
the eloping couple!

He remarked that the girl was singularly beautiful. And
except that her brown hair, which just matched her eyes in
color, had fallen to her shoulders, loosened by the long ride,
the only evidence of excitement in her appearance was her
rosy color. The man was pale and his mouth set with deter-
mination.

As they came up Benton spoke to them, "Pardon me,
but are you not the couple that was expected at the tavern
last night?"

The man glanced at him quickly. "Yes, " he said, "but
we didn't get off as soon as we expected, and have not made
good time. They're close after us now."

"Then you'd better get over the river as soon as possible/'
said Benton. "Hush! I believe I hear them now!"

They listened and, sure enough, heard the sound of hoofs,
though still a great way off.

They galloped queickly down to the river. To their con-
sternation the ferryman was on the other side!

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"Hallo there, ferryman, come quick! Quick, I say!"
shouted Benton.

The ferryman started at once, but it was slow work, and
nearer and nearer came the sound of horses' feet.

"See here, man," said Benton suddenly, "that man's not
going to get here in time, and my horse is fresh and strong. If
you say so I can ford the river, carrying the young lady across,
then come back for you. Then you can ride on with her till
you can get fresh horses."

"All right, sir. I can never thank you. Come, Edith."

He helped her up behind Benton, at whose word Don
plunged into the stream.

"I don't wonder that Mr. Oaks risked his life to marry you,"
said Benton when they were a little way out in the stream. The
excitementof this romantic situation was just going to hishead.

"Indeed?" said the girl with a little laugh. Such music!

"I only wish I could have come along before he did," he
ventured.

Don was swimming now and the girl's dainty skirts were
dragging in the water, but she seemed oblivious of any discomfort.

"Why didn't you?" she returned coyly at length.

"It's too late now, though," he said a question trembhng
in his tone.

He heard her sigh, but she was silent.

"Is it?" he pleaded, vainly trying to look back into her
averted face.

"Is it?" she whispered behind the shelter of his shoulder.

Don's feet were on the earth again, and soon the bank
was reached.

"Shall I go back for Mr. Oaks?" He looked deep into her
brown eyes.

"Is it worth while?" she asked demurely.

As Don, astonished at the touch of a spur, dashed away
southward, the riders looking back saw upon the further bank
the irate father and the bereft lover, gazing after them in a
wonder which swallowed up then- enmity. B. H. '07.

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., OCTOBER, 1904. No. 1.

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College.

A. P. HAND Editor-in-Chief

J. E. CARRUTH, Jr ;. Associate Editor

M. S. PITTMAN Local Editor

W. N. DUNCAN Literary Editor

S. M. GRAHAM Alumni Editor

W. A. WILLIAMS Business Manager

L. E. price, D. T. ruff Assistant Business Managers

Bemittances and business communications should be sent to W. A.
Williams, Business Manager. Matter intended for publication should
be sent to A. P. Hand, Editor-in-Chief.

Issued the 15th of Each Month During the College Year.

Subscription, Per Annum, ^1.00. Two Copies, $1.50 Per Annum.,

Again the management of the Collegian passes from
tried to untried hands. Ours can never be that accumulation
of experience that characterizes other magazines. Nor is
anyone more keenly conscious of his need of this experience
than the present editor. As your representative in the college
world, with a deep sense of our duty to you and of your trust
in us, we enter this new field. Although aware of the great
responsibility resting upon us, yet we feel we are powerless
except through your support. This is your magazine, the
exponent of your thought and feeling. With you depends
its success. We have a college of which we are justly proud;
let us strive to make the organ of that college one upon which
we can look with equal pride. Let us strive here to crystallize
our thought and talent that others may see and seeing know

M T T. T. S A P S r, O T. T. F n T AM

oi your auty. i\or can you claim your duty fiillilTednBy merely
subscribing. There is a duty more fundamental than this.
You are individually responsible for the Collegian's existence.
There are some students who think its management is in the
hands of a few and that they have no part in its pubHcation.
Thinking time too precious to be spent in writing for their
paper, they barter it for grades. As long as these exist instances
will increase for those who argue that the better the man in
college, the worse the failure in life. Blindly striving for
individual gain they miss the secret of college success. There
are others who are genuinely interested in their magazine and
do all in their power to promote its success. In the increase
of this class alone depends the growth of college spirit and the
hope of the realization of our ideals.

We have no radical change to make, no different plan to
pursue. Let us all strive together with the advance of our
college to make this the most successful year in the Collegian's
history. In our capacity we shall do our best. And if in any
place we fall short of our duty, know it is not from absence of
purpose but lack of ability. H

Story Prize. !

In writing for the Collegian the students will find substan-
tial encouragement from Dr. Kern. He wishes to continue
the prize formerly offered by Prof. Bishop, a prize of $in,
awarded for the best story appearing in the Collegian for the
year. The contest is to be decided, after the last issue, by
three judges appointed by him. We hope, we feel sure the
entire student body will show their appreciation of his interest
in them by making this a contest of masterpieces.

Prof. D. H. Bishop has left our halls, but in the memory
of those he taught there is-a record that time can never obliterate,
a place another can never supplant. For four years he has
filled our chair of English as we thought no one could. Only
those who knew him as a man and as a teacher can realize our
loss. We congratulate the University on her success. He
will doubtless endue her with new life. But though we may
lose all of our teachers, the knowledge of our loss would but
serve to quicken our determination that, despite all handicaps,
we will still hold above all others the flag of our college.

Annual.

We look with intense interest upon a movement already
on foot, a movement to get out an Annual for Millsaps this
year. We wish it the greatest success. We believe the time
has come when we need an annual. Not in parrot imitation
of all other colleges, for Millsaps can set a precedent of her
own, but we should aid the undertaking because we really
need it. We need something more cosmopolitan to sum up
our college year; for us a complete souveneir of every phrase
of college work, a fitting memento for our friends, one that
will reflect due credit upon our institution and be the more
appreciated because it more perfectly pictures ourselves in college
life. In this nothing can take the place of an Annual. The
Collegian cannot hope to be a souveneir of material life. Its
province lies more in the realm of thought than in action. A
portrait of action is needed to recall life. All this and more

LOCAL DEPARTMENT.

M. S. PiTTMAN, Editor.

This is the thirteenth session of Millsaps. Though this is
an unlucky number, let every student feel at home and help
to make this the most prosperous year in the history of the
college.

Young man, do you want success and want your college
to succeed? If so, join the Y. M. C. A., the Literary Society,
the Athletic Association, and trade with those who advertise
in the Collegian.

Gold influences political parties, silver has defeated one
candidate for President, but brass continues to rule the world.

Complimentary to the youthful appearances of one of
our new Professors, the question was asked him by a new
student who chanced to meet him on his arrival whether he
would enter Prep or Freshman, The Professor modestly
replied that he was the Prof, of the Chair of English.

As circumstantial evidence of the life of every class and
organization in College this year, they have already held
elections. This is a good sign. No success can come without
organization, but when a body of young, healthy, ambitious
Southern boys co-operate for the accomplishment of an end^
the result is sure to be success.

Two College boys were recently commenting upon the
ability of our honored President, when one of them said, "Dr.
Murrah is a wonderful man, isn't he?"

"Yes, you bet he is," was the rephy, "I wish I had his head.'*
"I don't, unless it had more hair on it," the student resp-
sponded.

The prospects of the Literary Societies for this year are
flattering. Each succeeded in initiating a large number of
worthy men. Both Societies have made wise selections in
the choice of their officers for the first term. The officers of

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the Lamar are: J. B. Ricketts, Pres.; W. A. Williams, Vioe-
Pres.; W. G. A. Flemming, Secy.; C. H. Kirkland, Treas.

The officers of the Galloway are: A. P. Hand, Pres.;
E. B. Allen, Vice-Pres.; G. C. Terrell, Secy.; E. C. McGilvray,
Treas.

If you want to keep in good health, keep clear of a clouded
countenance and always be free of homesickness and the blu«s,
join the Athletic Association and take plenty of exercise.

Millsaps is sure of great improvement this year in the way
of athletics because of the wise selection which the Athletic
Association made in the choice of its officers. Prof. J. E.
Walmsley was elected President; J. E. Carruth, Treas.; W.
A. Williams, Secy.

Be sure to patronize those who advertise with the Collegian.

Dr. Sullivan, of the Chair of Science, has invented a gas
and is now generating a quantity of it which will kill mosqui-
tues. All praise to the inventor. ! !

Dr. Schwartz has decided that he does not need any
cavalry forces either (ither) in Latium or Greece, but that
better service will be gotten from a large infantry. Will you
join the infantry or change your collegiate course? Don't
back out, boys.

Millsaps is to be congratulated upon having such a strong
band of young men, who are preparing for the ministry. The
preacher boys have formed themselves into a body known as
"The Preacher's League." They recently elected as their
President W. N. Duncan; Vice-Pres., J. A. McKee.

Messrs. W. F. Cook and D. C. Enoch, of the class of 1903,
and C. R. Ridgeway and W. C. Bowman of 1904 are studying
law at University of Mississippi this session.

Prof. H. B. Heidelberg, 1903, was on the campus recently.
Among the prominent visitors at the College during the

MILLSAPS C^OLLEGIAN 33

month were Rev. J. R. Moore, of Shreveport, La., and R. H.
B. Gladney, Holly Springs, Miss.

The Young Men's Christian Association is doing splendid
work this session. The reception which was given by the
Association on the first Friday night of this session was a suc-
cess. More than three-fifths of the student body are active
members, and there are seventy-five men who are taking the
Bible study work. Young man, be sure that you take an
active part in this work.

The Sophomore contest for the Andrew's medal was held
on Saturday, during last commencement. Every speech
that was delivered was excellent, but it seemed to Wirt Wil-
liams that he had the vote of the audience for the medal.
Feeling sure of his success, Wirt went on a visit to his home
to tell of his victory and was returning on the early morning
train Monday to be in the college chapel to receive his prize
at 11 o'clock A. M. Wirt had but a short distance to come
but he became drowsy and fell asleep. A vision rose before
him and he saw himself as he was awarded the prize and was
borne as a hero from the rostrum. The pleasure was too great
for the somnambulist and it waked him just as the conductor
cried, "All aboard!", and the train pulled out from a depot.
Wirt thought that he had slept too long and that he was leaving
Jackson. He rushed to the door and made a wild leap in the
dark. After freeing himself from a wire fence and collecting
his shoes and hat from along the road, he searched the heavens
that he might find his bearings. To his surprise he had gotten
off the train two stations above Jackson, one hour before day
and no other train to Jackson till 2:30 p. m. "Who got the
medal?", did you say? C. A. Bowen. "What did Wirt get?"
A walk from Tougaloo to Jackson before day.

Why is Fikes' head like Heaven?
There is no parting there.

All of the classes from Prep to Senior, are displaying a

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good deal of enthusiasm. All have held class elections, adopted
class caps and colors, passed a number of resolutions and
prepared class yells. The Seniors petitioned the faculty for
optional attendance on all chapel exercises, the Juniors asked
for a special study of love poems in their English course, the
Sophomores raised a large campaign fund for the aid of Parker
and Davis to the amount of 37 cents, the Freshmen organized
a foot-ball team and a Latium cavalry, while the Preps appoint-
ed vigilance and information committees for the purpose of
looking after th^ verdant and meandering of their number.
Below are the officers of the college classes:

Senior. — J. W. McGee, Pres.; L. F. Barrier, Vice-Pres.;
W. L. Weems, Secy and Treas.; M. S. Pittman, Poet; T. V.
Simmons, Historian.

Junior. — Francis Park, Pres.; Bob Carr, Vice-Pres.;
J. L. Neil, Secy, and Treas.; 0. B. Eaton, Historian; R, M.
Brown, Poet.

Sophomore. — W. A. Williams, Pres.; D. T. RufT, Vice-
Pres.; C. L. Neil, Secy, and Treas.; C. C. Applewhite, Historian;
Bessie Huddleston, Poet.

Freshman. — W. F. Murrah, Pres.; Miss Halbert,
Vice-Pres.; J. M. Hand, Secy. ; H. R. Tbwnsend, Poet; J.
C. Bowen, Treas.; J. C. Roussaux, Historian.

Some mention has been made, of an annual at Millsaps
this year. Why not? Can't Millsaps do what many other
colleges of less note than she have done? "But one thing is
needful." Have we that "good part" within us? That is
unity in purpose, steadfastness in determination, and liberality
of the pocket-book. Let's all heads together and get out a
creditable annual.

Join the infantry, take a part in athletics, and push the
annual.

ALUMNI DEPARTMENT.

S. M. Graham, Editor.

While we are all anxious to keep up with our fellow students
and all events connected with them, let us not lose sight of the
dear ones who have just left us and are facing the stern realities
of life, let us note the beginning of their real careers, and the
positions they have so readily occupied as a result of the honest
efforts made while here:

Charlton Augustus Alexander, Law student, Jackson.

David Leroy Bingham, Student of Commerce, New York
City.

William Chapman Bowman, Law student, University.

John Clanton Chambers, Salesman, Poplarville.

Louise Enders Crane, making conquests, Jackson.

Dolph Griffin Frantz, Reporter Clarion-Ledger.

Miller Craft Henry, Medical Student, Tulane.

James Madison Kennedy, Editor and Teacher, Mont Rose.

William Marvin Langley, Minister Louisiana Conference.

James Marvin Lewis, Minister, Thomasville.

Joseph Hudson Penix, Prin. High School, Edwards.

Charles Robert Ridgway, Law student. University.

Walter Anderson Terry, Minister, Terry, Miss.

Lovick Pinkney Wasson, Minister, Plattsberg.

Benton Zachariah Welch, Medical student and Y. M. C. A.
Secretary, Memphis.

These facts are but earnest of greater attainments as is the
case with those who entered the Alumni Association earlier. It
should be very interesting and encouraging to us to note
that there is not a single idler in the class of '04. This is,
however, entirely in keeping with the record of the Alumni of
Millsaps which we sincerely hope will never be broken.

We have four Alumni in the University Law School whom
I think deserve some reproach. I have heard Alumni of the

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University advising others to take law under the Millsaps
Faculty, which shows that it is a matter of choice, in which
case we should have College pride enough to "stand pat" and
support our own institution.

We say to those who have left us to lead their class and hold
up our high standard.

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT.

J. E. Carruth, Jr., Editor.

In presenting this department of the Collegian, the
editor sends greeting and best wishes for a successful year,
to the other journals. The coming of the exchanges to our
table is looked forward to with pleasure, hoping to find and
know them as true representatives of friends in a kindred work.

The editor of this department takes up the work with a
great deal of interest and concern, looking upon it as being most
pleasant as a whole. To be sure it is less agreeab,le to be crit-
icised than to take the initiative, yet the opportunity of having
our chance in turn will be enjoyed. Nor is it to be inferred
from this that the Collegian expects and encourages adverse
criticism in the various journals, but rather that they should be
perused with unbiased minds, so that just comparison of the
representatives of the work done in the different schools may
be made.

The department plan is not worked as completely in our
magazine as is thought best and urged by some. For it needs
a good editor for some features that are hardly represented now.
Yet we claim without hesitancy that the exchange department
has reflected special credit upon our paper, due to the successful
work of the former editor.s To think of coming to their place
to carry on the work they have so acceptably begun, makes
one feel more forcibly the importance of this arduous task. If
we are not correct in our judgments, and happy in our choice of
selections and chppings, we hope to be honest in our opinions
and express them justly, wishing and ready for suggestions and
help.

Clippings.
The Broken Threaa. ^ ' "

Like the threads of the warp without woof are men;

Narrow, and straight, and unadorned;

Stretching alo^g from birth to death,

Meaningless, isolate, bound to the loom.

But infinite love is the woof of the cloth,

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Binding and blending life and life,
Creeping along from thread to thread,
Till the patterns grow from the weaver's hand
To the tapestry whole, in the Hfe of man.

But, broken thread, thou hast marred the cloth,

Even the woof cannot bind you now.

There's a fault somewhere in the work complete

That should have been faultless and perfect instead

The flying loom of life cannot cease

Its back and forth, for a broken thread.

A. G. Davidson, Emory and Henry Era.

Little drops of gravy,

Little grains of grits;
That's the stuff they feed you on;

That's the grub that hits. — Ex.

Tell me not in mournful numbers,

Cats are harmless things.
For the man is dead that slumbers

When a cat at midnight sings. — Ex

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Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., NOVEMBER, 1904. No. 2.

A PLEA FOR LIBERALISM IN SOUTHERN LIFE.

Speech Delivered by 0. W. Bradley in Chautauqua
Contest at Crystal Springs, Miss., July 23, 1904.

The development and destiny of a democratic govern-
ment are determined by the strength of the citizen. A nation's
grandem- is in ratio to the greatness of its men.

Indeed, no people has ampler grounds to be proud of
the part played in the development of any particular gov-
ernment or civilization than the Southern people. The prog-
ress in the different branches of our national hfe has always
showed the significance of Southern hand and heart, South-
ern patriotism and integrity have always been the greatest
impetus to national progress. But while this is true, it is
also likewise true, that the South has wended her way into
unfavorable and lamented conditions. Conditions that tend
towards a "standstill" rather than progress.

It is not through the pessimistic eye, we think we see
these conditions nor do we offer criticisms originating in a
heart betraying Southern principles. But they are conditions
brought upon us by the fostering of principles and deeds of
the trodden past and a complete indifference to the call of
a progressive age. The great problems and natural tendences
of the times demand that liberahty of thought, nationality
of politics and industrialisrii of products in the South, to which
she was blinded in the century just closed. The Southern
man does not realzie that the South is indeed a part of the

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Union. He is aware of the fact that the South has the same
constitution and flag as the North, yet, he looks at the South
as being somehow independent, and should ever be an opposer
of Northern ideas. He feels the South must oppose to sustain
her past history. There is a dislike in agreeing with or yield-
ing to one who ha^ brought us defeat.

No criticism could be made on the Democratic party
for opposing other parties. For that is the mission of po-
litical parties. While we believe the democratic party to be
unliberal to some extent, yet, it is not an unliberal party,
but an unliberal citizenship crystalized in a certain section
called the South, which represents the greatest strength of
the party. There is nothing unusual in one party being
unUberal towards the other but it is detrimental to a govern-
ment when a people look not for national but sectional interests.
A united South was not made in a day. It is the result of
long years of strife and political agitation. Slavery, tariff,
industrial organization and the race problem all have had
their influence in placing the South in her present condition,
since physical conditions often determine beliefs. The slaves
were not needed in the North, and the tariff was not needed
for Southern protection, thus, did the two sections become
united in these opposite opinions. And ever since that awful
struggle of the "Sixties" the South has been still closer united
and thus today stands upon opposite grounds to all Northern
ideas and movements, not because of political belief but po-
litical prejudice. Feeling because they were enemies in that
civil strife, they were destined to be so forever. Today we
look at the nation as consisting of two heterogeneous people.

This lack of liberal thought and politics in the South
is seen in a two-fold light. First, as the party of oppo-
sition. For forty years the Democratic party has been the
opposer and not the constructor. When the citizen is unlib-
eral, the party is also and the only function of such a party
is to be always ready to oppose, which finally renders it in-
<;apable of successful administration. Secondly, we see it

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the^^stronger in the citizen who declares the Southern man
shall not change his opinions which he has inherited. The
prevailing ideas in the South were our father's by choice,
but they are ours today by inheritance. If the founders of
this Republic voted and thought by their own free choice,
so must those who preserve it.

Many think, when we offer this criticism that we over-
look the fact, that the South is justified in being so united,
since the race question has been the cord that has bound us,
in one opinion. But, shall any sentiment or idea, however
vahd or correct, deprive the citizen of individual thought?
This is a plea for the citizen who gives his neighbor the right
to speak and vote his convictions, and not ostracise him
from our respect and midst because he thinks different. The
son of a Confederate verteran today pronounces his neighbor
a "Republican" or a "lover of the negro" and changes as far
as possible all social and business relations if he is anyways
liberal in his views. The unpardonable sin, in the eyes of
many, is to change an opinion or differ with our fathers of
forty years ago. Conditions are changing; but a few years
ago the patriotism and hopes of the Southern man never
crossed the Mason & Dixon line. There was a time when
such conditions were excusable, but today when the strength
of the South has no equal by any country of like area, we
should have that individual liberalism that becomes a pro-
gressive people. Narrow thinking is the destroying germ
of the national as well as the individual life. The citizen
who is liberal enough to see the needs of his entire country
and form his convictions above all feehngs of prejudice demon-
strates the truest element of a developed citizen. The liberal
minded man becomes the national-hearted citizen, for liberal
thinking is the life-germ of national hopes and feelings. And
national hopes in the citizen lay an indestructible basis
for a good government. Organizations increase as a people
develope and the organization often tends to deprive the in-
dividual of convictions. And while the Democratic party

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is a party of principle and deserves the greatest^devotion,
yet, let us not demand a neighbor shall be one because his
father and his friend are Democrats. One united to a force
by compulsion rather than by choice loses the sense of indi-
vidual responsibility. The tendency of Southern Democ-
racy is to crystalize the public opinion to a certain view that
the individual would hesitate to express his mind. Co-opera-
tion and parties are essential but not so blind as to enable
men to control the line of individual thinking. There is a
way a person can be a loyal citizen and correctly say —
"Pledged to no party's arbitrary sway,
We follow Truth where'er she leads the way."

Some of the best scholars and statesmen of the South
deny that the Southern man is unliberal. A close observation,
however, reveals the situation. Theoreticallj^ he has free-
dom of thought and speech but it is not practically enjoyed.
One who thinks or writes different from the Southern man
of yesterday is not received by the Southern audience, nor
is he at home in their community. The criticism passed by
the Southern man upon the leaders of the Democratic party
as compromising with Northern leaders in planning for the
fall campaign shows its presence. Conditions point to the
fact that the Southern man will oppose the victory of the
Repubhcan party this fall on "personalities" rather than by
a discussion of political issues. When the faculty of a Southern
college demands the resignation of one of their members
because he expressed a view that they did not approve; when
a group of Southern law-makers refuse to hear a man speak,
whose intellectual ability bears a national reputation, because
they thought he might differ with them on Southern problems,
we cannot but conclude that there is a lack of liberal thought
in the South. The ideal of the Southern man is above such
conduct. "He has his ideals and he honors them, but biased
opinions do intrude."

This lack of liberalism is shown under the light of present
conditions. There is nothing that stirs Southern blood more

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or awakens the ideal dreamer who has been asleep amid the
ruins of an heroic past quicker, than to know that the South,
representing one-third of a representative democracy, is but
a silent wheel in the guiding forces of this Republic. Time
has established that unwritten law "that no Southern man
or a Catholic shall be the successful presidential aspirant."
The Democratic nominee is never uneasy about the vote of
a Southern state. It is known "she's sohd" and will support
the party regardless of nominee or principles advocated. This
is but the result of cherishing "set" opinions. Democracy
means discussion and discussion means education. And
where there is but one doctrine taught there will be but one
practiced. These conditions have prevailed so long until
there is no sympathy for the one who attacks them. The
lack of such liberality has been the force that has driven
our gifted sons to more friendly climes and today the men
who ought to be the leaders of the Southern cause are the
representatives of other sections, made so by necessity rather
than by choice.

Opposites have existed since the beginning of the Repub-
lic and they must always exist for the maintenance of gov-
ernment. But let these opposites no longer be represented
by a solid North and a solid South. Let it not be that a
state or an individual can fervor or oppose a measure only
when the South does as a "solid." Let the individual speat
and vote for those measures that are his convictions. Man
must control the organization, but the organization must not
control the man.

While we must admit that the Southern man does not
enjoy the full scope of free thought and speech on political
questions because he has been unliberal in his views, yet
we cannot but appreciate a spirit of liberalism is sweeping
the political sky of the South. There is nothing that m.arks
the passing to a more liberal age in the South than the rapid
change in our views towards national questions. The South-
ern view of the race and tariff problems is entirely different

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from that of forty years ago. The South is not found arrayed
against a protective tariif as in other days. But reailzing
her resources to be undeveloped, her industries to be in their
infancy and standing in the morning of an industrial strug-
gle, and seeing- the Panama Canal throw wide open the door
for her entrance into the commercial seas of earth; she rises
in the cause of protection, knowing that when the agricultural
South becomes the commercial South she receives the crown
of American power.

There is no greater hope for a high and developed citizen-
ship as in the South, where the democratic idea is the spirit
of every life. And since democracy seeks to complete by
perpetuating the individual — putting the individual first
and the organization second — I could dream of no grander
land than the South representing an "Educated Democracy,"
where the citi/en is the sovereign and lives in sympathywith
the political and commercial demands of the age. Such a
democracy alone is the natural solution of the problems of
today.

Then if we are to be indeed a free thinking and speaking
people let us take the opportunities of the hour. And while
the South leads the world in her appropriations to extend
educational advantages, let her also cut the cords of unliber-
ality and speed the progress. No longer condemn the man
of different view. But let us honor the man of individual
convictions and who has the courage to speak them. Let
us be a people capable of judging what measures are best
for our local interest and the nation at large.

Shall the Southern man not be awakened to the condi-
tions? Shall he forever hold in the glow of memory the form
of an heroic father and inherit his noble virtues, then prove
to be unworthy of such an homage? Shall the South with
her present endowments, standing face to face with the com-
mercial world, completely ignore these conditions and continue
to follow her fruitless traditions?

Then let the individual of the South arise to the fullness

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of his strength, and though differing in mind but not in heart,
unite with the sons of other sections to form a march towards
a higher and grander destiny, treading

"Upon one soil, beneath one flag;
The same purpose and a common God forevermore."

Then, in the light of the millenial dawn, when the stars
of other nations shall fall into the silent keeping of eternal
night, the glorious star of Southern life and principle shall
be seen to shine forever.

4

A MARTYR TO A GOOD CAUSE.

On the second evening of the Confederate Reunion at
Memphis, in 1901, a group of ex-Confederate officers sat dis-
cussing various generals and battles, and relating personal
incidents. Finally the conversation turned to young officers,
and Colonel Stevens remarked that the most promising young
officer he knew during the whole war was Captain Charles
Peabody, who was killed in Pickett's charge at Gettysburg.

"Didn't his death affect his reputation in some way?"
asked one of the others present. "It seems to me that I re-
member hearing something about it."

"Yes," answered Col. Stevens, "you know he was expelled
from school on account of cowardice."

Some surprise was expressed by others of the party that
an officer in Pickett's charge should have ever been accused
of cowardice.

Col. Stevens then told this story:

"Peabody and I were in school together at Jackson Mil-
itary Academy, at Westham, Va., before the war, so I knew
him personally. He was from a fine family some where in
the northern part of the state and was very popular in school,
both with the boys and faculty.

"Now you know in nearly all military schools before the
war a boy was expected to do a good deal of fighting. Well,
he had an extra lot of it to do at Jackson if he held anybody's
respect, for we had a sort of unwritten law in school that a

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boy must fight whenever he was called on to do so. And it
didn't make any difference, either, how big the other fellow
was or how little cause there was for a fight. When anybody
said "Fight7'you had to fight or be called a coward and go home.

"Peabody was different to the other boys about fighting.
He didn't have a single fight while he was in school, though
he was there nearly three years. He was a good athlete and
liked to box and wrestle, but he never gave anybody a cause
to fight, and everybody liked him too well to give him one.

"The year I graduated, and in Peabody 's Junior year,
there was a big, overgrown bully in the Freshman class named
Stubbs. For some imaginary cause Stubbs soon took a strong
dislike for Peabody and began to look for a cause to fight him.

"A httle while before Commencement the cause came.
For some fancied slight from Peabody, Stubbs felt himself
highly insulted and wrote a blustering demand for an apology.
Peabody ignored it, and it was soon followed by a' still more
blustering challenge to a fight. Peabody didn't pay any
attention to this either, and the report got started that he was
a coward.

"You know how that kind of report takes hold. Also
that when you admire a man and he turns out bad you con-
demn him as much as you admired him before. Well that
report and the old rule turned everybody against Peabody
except his roommate and two or three others.

"Now right here Peabody introduced a new doctrine
in our school. He held that he was a gentleman and could not
fight Stubbs and hold his self-respect, for Stubbs had already
proved that he was not a gentleman. He said that to accept
Stubbs' challenge he must place himself on an equality with
him, and he objected to doing that. He said that if Stubbs
could show a good reason for fighting him and would send a
gentlemanly challenge he would meet him at any appointed
time or place, or if Stubbs, or anybody else, would face him
with an insult as a man should, he would at once knock him
down just as he would strike a dog. It is rather strange

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that nobody cared to test Peabody on that point, but we didn't.
Something in his manner forbade it, so we just avoided him
and showed our hostiUty so plainly that he soon resigned his
office of lieutenant in his company and returned home.

"Peabody was just twenty at the time, and it was a great
pity to see a young man with his abilities foiled by such a coward
as Stubbs proved himself to be by this very circumstance,
though we were too blind to see it. We saw too many cowards
go home to grieve over Peabody very long.

"For a year or so after Peabody left school I didn't see
or hear anything of him, and then the war came on. I raised
a company and joined the Confederate army and forgot all
about Peabody till the day before the Battle of Gettysburg.
Then I saw him as my regiment marched into position at Get-
tysburg. He was standing talking to a group of officers, and
among them was his roommate at school, Henry Johnson, now
colonel of a regiment. I noticed that Peabody had on a cap-
tain's uniform, and I heard a little later that his company
had been stationed at some little post below Richmond since
the beginning of the war, and that this was his first campaign.
Johnson's regiment had been cut to peces at Chanctllorsville
and when it was re-formed Peabody's company had been
added to it.

"There were several of the old Jackson boys in my reg-
iment and when I told them about seeing Peabody they laughed
and we all thought it was a good joke for him to be capatin
of a company. We wondered what he would do when he
smelled powder.

"I didn't see Peabody any more till Longstreet was form-
ing us for the attack on Cemetery Ridge on the third day of
the fight. My regiment was in Wilcox's brigade and John-
son's was in Pickett's division, and we were placed side by side.

"As soon as I had time I looked up to see how Johnson
was arranging his regiment. I was surprised to see Peabody
forming his company in front, for you know it takes a mighty
miyy man to lead his company in a bayonet charge. Besides,

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Johnson's regiment had a pretty good name and I didn't
think he would care to risk anything on Peabody, although
I knew he jiever would go back on him at school. But I
soon saw that Peabody knew what he was doing. He had
evidently not been idle during the three years he was at Fort
Fulton below Richmond, and now instead of being excited
and shaky he was as cool and calm as any old veterean I ever
saw on parade. I even heard him joking with some of his
officers as he used to do when drilling sometimes at school.
Then all at once I saw what was really in the man, and I knew
that if this charge failed Charles Peabody would never leave
Cemetery Ridge alive. Then I saw why Johnson let him lead
the charge.

"Finally the cannonading that had been going on for
two hours stopped. We were ready, and the word was given
to charge. You all know how things went then. We were
hardly started good before the Yankee artillery opened on us
again, and before we were half way I saw Peabody's color
bearer fall. He caught up the colors himself and from then
on led the charge in person.

"It's a thousand wonders he wasn't killed before we ever
reached the breastwork, but he wasn't. We got over the
breastwork after a time, and captured the guns, but we were
not supported and had to give them up. It was then that
Charley Peabody died, and a more glorious death I never
saw. He was fighting by my side when he suddenly said
with a sort of sob, 'Look here, Stevens, this won't do! I
MUST do something or everything is lost!' The^ quick as a
flash he turned to his men and said so he was plainly heard
above the noise of the battle, 'Men, follow me! Charge!' Then
he threw himself right into the very thickest patch of Yankees
he could find. He still carried the flag and I caught a glimpse
of it as it waved an instant and then went down. A thousand
men sprang forward to recapture that flag and the body of
their comrade! But it was all in vain, and after a desperate
attempt we had to give it up, for we were outnumbered and

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just simply overpowered. We were forced back over the
breastwork and down the hill, and when we finally got back
where we started we were only seven thousand out of the
fourteen thousand that had started such a short while before.

"But that wasn't the climax. Old Doctor Barnes reached
that when Jackson Military Academy was re-opened after
the war. He was the president of the school, and in his open-
ing address he spoke of Charley Peabody. He told of how
Charley had had the moral courage to stick to what was the
manly and right thing to do while on all sides he was denounced
as a coward, and that, too, by silence and contempt, the
most stinging way of expressing it. Then he spoke of how
Charley hadjdrilled and disciplined his men and wished for a
chance to do something for his country while he was held in-
active at Fort Fulton; of how he was finally given a chance
to do something; and of how well he did it, even though it
proved useless. . He ended by saying that the principle so
manfully contended for by Charley Peabody should hence-
forth be the ruhng principle of the school."

Col. Stevens paused a moment and then added, "I'll
tell you, gentlemen, Fd rather have had Dr. Barnes say some-
thing like that about me than to have had the honors of any
other ten men that ever went to Jackson. Why, do you
know the boys that go there even now are taught to regard
Capt. Peabody as one of the greatest martyrs that ever died
for a just cause."

And the Colonel's hearers agreed that he was indeed a
martyr for a just cause.

L. E. Price.
4

JIM'S JOKE.

"No sirree, you will never see the day when I can be as
easily fooled as Sam Bently. Why the other day he went
to sleep in church and when he awoke some of the boys told
him that the preacher had called on him to pray while he
was asleep; and do you know, he apologized to the preacher!

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No, I always know what I am about. You can't fool me
that way." This was the declaration made by Peter Saunders
one day at dinner. Jim, his little brother, held a different
opinion, however. So he set out to prove his belief correct.
For a time he racked his brain in vain for some way to fool
his big, wise brother. Finally he hit upon a plan which he
believed would be successful.

One evening as twihght was deepening into dark, Peter
took his mule from the plow and started towards home, a
quarter of a mile away. It was dark when he got home and
he had to light his lantern to see how to feed the stock. He
knew that a good supper was being prepared, because the
air was filled with delicious odors.

After seeing to things at the barn he went to the house.
When he had washed he started to the kitchen, but before
he had gotten to the dining-room the supper bell rang. At
the table sat his wife and Jim, who was as mischievous a boy
as one ever sees. He was always playing pranks on animals
and people alike. These pranks were usually of a harmless
nature, however. The supper eaten and the things put in
order for the night, they went to the porch, where they sat
awhile before retiring. They retired very early, as is the
custom of country folk.

About midnight, Peter was awakened by groans proceeding
from the next room where Jim slept. Arising, he went into
the room.

"Jim, what's the matter?" he asked.

"0-o-o-h m-m-e-e," was Jim's reply.

After trying several times, he failed to get a more definite
answer and, as Jim was tossing about seemingly in great
agony, he began to be alarmed. He ran out to where he had
staked his mule that night, forgetting, in his haste, to wake
his wife. On looking about, what was his surprise to see no
mule at all! Just then he heard him sneeze some distance
away and stumbling forward he found the mule complacently
nibbling the tops of his best young corn. Jumping on, he set

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off at a mad gallop to the house of his nearest neighbor, Sam,
a mile off. He was off before the mule came to a full stop,
and ran to the house. His cries and frantic knocks soon awoke
Sam and lighting a lamp he came to the door. What a strange
sight met his gaze — Peter Sanders, hatless, shoeless, with
his clothes disordered and hair disheveled.

"Sam," cried Peter, "come over to my house with me,
quick! Jim's sick or somethin', and I don't know what to do."

"All right," answered Sam, "I'll come as soon as I get my
horse."

In a few moments both men were racing along the road.
Reaching Peter's home, they dismounted and went hurriedly
into the house and on into the supposed sick room." What
was the sight that greeted their eyes and the sound, their
ears. As they entered, a burst of laughter assailed their ears,
and there on the side of the bed, dressed, sat Jim, laughing
as if his sides would burst! Amazement was pictured on the
faces of Sam and Peter. When he could get his breath, Jim
cried, "April Fool! I got you this time, Peter. You said
anybody couldn't fool you!" Peter's and Sam's astonishment
soon changed to indignation when they found that they were
only the victims of a joke.

"Yes, Peter, I'll never do it again." But he continued
to tease Peter unmercifully for being fooled so easily. WTien
the country folk found it out, they led Peter a merry life,
indeed. "John," '07.

-♦"■

/

A LEGEND OF THE YAZOOS.

Chapter I.
Near the conjunction of the Yazoo and Sunflower rivers
stands a tremendous mound, which even to this day has a
few tall trees upon it, but at the time of our story, long before
the white man came with his plow and axe, many more tall
trees than now rose from its sides. It was entirely covered
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whose white and scariet blossoms but added to the beauty
of the green. Here and there in the open places the sunfllower
lifted its face to the sun, and from the feet of the oaks the tiny
violets gave their perfume to the fresh spring air.

There was at the top of this mound the wigwam of an
Indian king who was in his time one of the greatest and
wisest chiefs in the South. His people numbered more than
any of the neighboring tribes, and never, since he commenced
to reign had he lost a brave by capture. He had only one
child to cheer him in his age, a proud and beautiful maid.
Even the "Little Sun" of the great Natchez had visited her
father, hoping to win her as his queen. But when asked to
go with him to the land of the Natchez, she answered:

"I can not leave this place to go with you. Here have
I hunted the gay plumed birds and tamed the little bear.
Oh! tell me not that the 'Father of Waters' flows grandly by
your father's mound! It can not equal our own little stream
whose passing waters laugh as they kiss the fern,-clad banks.
Go and fight in your wars, and forget the daughter of the
Yazoo King!"

The "Little Sun" went southward to his home with a
troubled, restless^ heart to plunge into the wars of his country,
and in them he was slain.

Years flew by swiftly and soon the Indian maid became
a woman with black eyes, made dreamy by their depth of
color and half hid by long lashes that almost touched her
cheeks, and behind her smiling lips her teeth showed in two
little rows of pearl. She was tall and slender and carried
herself with that pure grace which is given only to the daughters
of nature. In her the old chief found his joy and she filled
his hfe with love that had so long been empty.

One night when the braves were all asleep the old chief
sat in his wigwam door. The moon looked down from a
cloudless heaven, bathing the dewy grass in its soft white light.
A breeze was blowing softly from the west, fanning the face
of the Indian king, as he sat dreaming of an Indian princess^

y

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the mother of his only child, and of the happy moons he had
spent with her before she had gone to the vale of the happy
hunting ground. From this revery he was wakened by a
small hand laid gently on his shoulder and a clear, sweet voice
saying, "Father." The old chief drew his daughter to his
knee and said: "My little pet, I have been thinking of
your mother and how like her you are."

The old man sat quitely for a few moments stroking
his daughter's head, then continued: "When your mother
was but a maiden there was a great war in our country. We
Were fighting a nation from the North that had come to drive
us from our plains, where we had so often roamed, free as
the moonbeams which now are playing on the bosom of yonder
river. And at last, after many battles we drove them back,
but in the last an arrow bore me down. I knew nothing
till the rays of the morning sun were shining in my face. I
opened my eyes and saw a face so lovely that I forgot all
pains, for a beautiful maid was bending over me, the one of
whom I had dreamed many an evening when a youth, as through
the sleeping forests I chased the deer or tracked the bear to
his den. And with cool, soft hand she was bathing my burn-
ing head. She had bound up the wound with loving hands,
and through the long still night had stayed by me while death
in all its terrors boldly walked the field.

"I was taken to her father's wigwam and cared for many
days and when I returned to the Yazoos the daughter of the
Choctaws came with me, for the maiden who had watched
over me through that long night was the daughter of the
Choctaw king. You can never know, what joy I felt when
your mother placed you in my arms one day after a long
and fruitless chase, but my joy was soon gone for as the Sun
sank, little one, your mother passed into the great unknown,
and child, I fear that soon you too, will go from me. A hun-
dred princes have sought your hand in vain but soon one will
come who will win you, and you will leave your father's wig-
wam to be the light and joy of another's. But ere this time

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shall come I wish to go to the land where the skies are never
cloudy and the fields are always filled with game.'*

The next day the village was startled by the news that
a band of pale-faced beings were marching towards them,
some riding beasts whose shapes were never seen before.
Soon after came an envoy from the Choctaws begging the
Yazoos to come and help them fight the people whose faces
were like the snow and who fought with thunder and with fire.
And in response to this appeal the best men in the tribe were
gathered together at once and went to fight the white men
who were crushing the neighboring tribes with the power
of the rain.

(TO BE CONTINUED.)

♦

Our struggles here are very great,

And cares upon us roll.
The pow'rs of darkness seem to hate,

And to destroy our souls.

But tests are only meant for good.

They make our souls more strong;
For in the fiery furnace should

Tempers to us belong.

. Like scum in the refiner's pot
Our weakness floats above;
God takes it from us in a lot,

And fills our hearts with love. — J. C. Rousseaux, '08.

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

Vet. 7. JACKSON, MISS., OCTOBER, 1904. No. 1.

Published Monthly by the Studenta of Millsaps College.

A. P. HAND Editor-in-Chief

J. E. CARRUTH, Jr Associate Editor

M. S. PITTMAN Local Editor

W. N. DUNCAN Literary Editor

S. M. GRAHAM Alumni Editor

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be sent to A. P. Hand, Editor-in-Chief.

Issued the 15th of Each Month During the College Year.

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This is a mechanical age — an
"To Thine Own Self age of mechanism appHed to all things
Be True. ' ' spiritual and material. , The work-

man has forsaken his shop and a machine
rules in his place. Iron fingers have clutched the tools from
the living hand. Mechanism has replaced man's brawn and
eclipsed his skill. At every turn in life we are met by some
labor-saving mechanical device. When we consider the
wondrous progress of mechanism from the hand of the monk
to the mimeograph, from the wooden letters of Guttenburg
to the linotype; when we contemplate its marvelous achieve-
ments; when we see the wonders of nature bound by irreverent
hands and made the slave of levers and checks to do man's
bidding, we]wonder less that men deify the spirit of mechanism

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and blindly worship at its shrine. For them it has revolu-
tionized the industrial world. Nor do we chaUenge its right
to reign therein. Here it has lifted man above drudgery and
bestowed upon him greater privileges and blessings. >^»

Dazzled by its subjugation of the material, men have
suffered its invasion of the spiritual. It enters the moral
reakn displaying on its banner the motto, "Honesty is the
best polteg," luring men to follow virtue for material reward,
driving them by fear of punishment into paths of outward
righteousness, teaching them to dread not so much the con-
demnation of God as the anathema of public opinion.

Men no longer worship and adore, for even the intellect
has been subjugated by this dominating spirit. The modern
intellectual giant stoically stalks through the temple of nature,
beholding not its beauties but analyzing and classifying its
component parts. Through his mechanical device the even-
ning star is shorn of aU its radiant beauty and presents only
its earthly bulk. To him the greatest hero or reformer is
not the exponent of his God-given powers but the mere puppet
of cu'cumstance. Man is not the masterpiece of the Divine
architect but a material body, a protoplasmic evolution.
Intellect, yielding to the material fetters, originality; the mon-
ument of mind and crystallization of thought stand a huge
Colossus under which the present thought must pass. Litera-
ture shows its debasing touch. Authors write books to sell;
turning his genius into a machine to liquidate a debt, Scott
degenerates an Ivanhoe into a Count Robert of Paris.

Of intellectual degradation the natural outgrowth is the
mechanical in education. In all of our schools the spirit of
commercialism is paramount. It has been aptly said our idea
of education is pei*sonal effectiveness. We do not ask a man
what he^knows,^but what he can do; to what visible tangible
result his knowledge can be converted. This is the spirit
that is crowding from our colleges the classics and all things
tending to culture, that is pouring from our universities phil-
osophers or mechanics regardless of talent or adaptability of

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mind. Science gives a formula: the student puts in the
quantities and by a systematic turning of the crank, ignorant
of the covered process, grinds out the desired quantity. A
grammarian formulates an iron-clad rule and says perfect
cannot be compared. Rules and formulae have eclipsed
principle and too often we are content with the shadow of
the thing we seek.

No one can say to me because a thing is law it is right.
Because my innate self tells me it is right, therefore for me
it is law. Emerson said to beheve your own thought is genius.
To give ear to that voice, however weak, within, rather than
the loud-sounded dicta of some great master, to trust that
one ray of intuition rather than the galaxy of world lore —
that is to be great. No mechanism however convenient,
should be the channel of my thought. Yet in striving for a
thing rules and forms may be essential. The youthful Shakes-
peare adhered to rules, but the matured dramatist banished
forms and cared not whither he roamed, because his sub-
jection to the higher law was complete. In striving for a
different condition maxjms of conduct may guide our action,
but shall the method seduce us from the object? Shall Theseus
never quit the chase to turn the stone? Shall the rule for-
ever hide its treasure? Though the force of outward circum-
stance is powerful, though the allurements of mechanism are
enticing, though its genie shackle and threaten to destroy
our true individuality, yet we believe man free in hand and
foot will not be bound in head and heart, but will rise up and
assert his God-given superiority. For man is not the slave of
mechanism, but its lord and creator.

LITERARY DEPARTMENT.

W. W. DUNCAN, EDITOR.

BRED IN THE BONE.

In his collection of short stories entitled "Bred in the
Bone," Thomas Nelson Page has given us another delightful

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glimpse of many interesting phases of Southern life during
two periods, the one just prior to the Civil War, the other
just subsequent. The author tells us that he has chosen
the title of this volume not so much because of the first story,
but because all the stories are founded on traits of character
which have appeared to him to be bred in the bone. For
instance, in "The Spectre in the Cart" we are led to beUeve
that it is perfectly natural for even the most cultivated person,
under certain conditions, to see apparitions. In "The Sher-
iflf's Bluff" it was bred in Mary Creel, the comely daughter
of Squire Jefford; to bluff any one who imposed on hier or her
loved ones. In "The Long Hillside" we see the inevitable
delight experienced by the "children," "the dawgs," and even
the old slaves during a hare-hunt "in ole Virginia." Tlie
power of a little child to banish a feud, bred in the bones for
generations back, is touchingly portrayed in "The Christmas
Peace." "In Mam' Lyddy's Recognition" we realize that
even aspirations for "rec'uition" finally fail to overcome
the loyalty bred in the bones of the faithful old servants who
are now so rapidly disappearing. The author has done well
in the selection of characters with which to illustrate this
central idea; but this collection of stories poorly compares
with "In Ole Virginia." Nothing more beautiful than "Marse
Chan" and "Meh Lady" has ever been penned by a Southern
writer. "The person who has never read them has missed
something akin to the loss of the town-bred child who treads
among forests of stone houses and has never known the forest
of nature, the perfume of wild dog-roses and the unsoiled beauty
of God's sunshine." One in passing from "Marse Chan" to
'Old Jabe's Martial Experiments" feels as if he had quit a
sumptuous dinner for a light dessert.

The interest of the first story which gives this volume
its name, centers in an exciting race in which a "green country
boy with a pedigree," inspired by "a girl in white" and backed
up by uncle Robin, an old family slave, spurs on to victory
his horse that possesses remarkable racing qualities.

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From the view-point of traditional superstition, "The
Spectre in the Cart" is interesting. It is the relation of weird
hallucinations experienced by a cultured lawyer who for a
long time maintained that there was no such thing as an ap-
parition. Though he did not believe in ghosts and labored
persistently in the prosecution of the two negroes, he was
not quite certain about the "body that was dangUng from
the white limb of the sycamore," and even afterwards admitted
that he had seen apparitions.

As we read "The Sheriff's Bluff" we laugh aloud at the
manner in which the Sheriff, attempting to bluff Judge Lomax
at the expense of Dick Creel, is "clean bluffed" by Mary Creel,,
"a woman of some intellect and considerable determination,"
who is resolved that she shall not be taken for Mrs. Turkic.

"Old Molly Hyah,

What yo' doin' dyah?

Settin' in de cornder

Smokin' a cigah,"

gives us in fine style old uncle
Limpy Jack as he takes the lead among the "childern" and
the "dawgs" as they all race over the hills in the hare hunt
on the eve of the Christmas season. We hear the prolonged
bark of the dogs in the distance and the shouts of glee from
the happy boys at the sight of "molly cotton" bouncing over
the hill. One, who knows anything of the genuine Southern
life during the '60 's, thoroughly enjoys "The Long Hillside"
as he listens to the shouts of a dozen boys calling out all together,
"Look-ayander! Dyah she go! ! Dyah she go! Dj^ahshego!!"
The expression "a little child shall lead them" comes to
our mind as we read "The Christmas Peace." For a little
boy, Oliver Drayton Hampden, is instrumental in bringing
about a reconciliation between his two haughty, aristocratic,
noble-hearted grandfathers at the happy Christmas time.
Thus an end was put to a feud which had existed, bred in the
bone, for many generations between the two families.

The leading characters in this collection of stories are not

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mere photographs — they are real people. "Uncle Robin"
is a true type of the faithful slave of ante-bellum days. There
is something striking in his devotion to the grandson of his old
"Marse" and in the care he takes of the old race horse on the
evening of the approaching races. This grandson, Mr. Theo-
doric Johnston, wearing through "his sun tan a look of distinc-
tion" wins our admiration as he determines to win the race
or die for the sake of his sister, whose education is unfinished,
and for the sake of Miss Ashland who smiled at him so kindly
and who defended him at the races and whose rose he wore
in the breast of his jacket. At the close of the races we learn
something more definite of Miss Ashland. She offers her con-
gratulations to the young rider who in return "looks suddenly
deep into her eyes," which in part explains her interest in
"de good hoss." Her pure and simple manners and her love
of right cause us to feel that she is worthy of the love of "the
green country boy with a pedigree." In "The Sheriff's Bluff"
Judge Lomax, a man of "heroic ideals. Spartan simplicity,
inflexible discipline," and Alec Thompson, the Sheriff, a jovial
man, daring even to rashness, stand out in marked contrast.
We feel that much of Dick Creel's success in life is due to
laudable ambition in his behalf of Mary, his wife, who wor-
shipped her husband. In the portrayal of Uncle Jabez in
"Jabe's Martial Experiments," Uncle Jack in "The Long Hill-
side" and of "Mam' Lyddy" we feel that the author knows
the negro and renders his dialect perfectly.

The character sketches and aspects of nature presented
in this collection of stories are drawn by the hand of a master
who has an insight into the motives of those of whom he wiites.
The "good ole times" so graphically described bear the stamp
of fineness of workmanship. One can hardly read them without
a quickening of the breath and a moisture of the eye.

The school boy's gold vanishes like hail on a summer's
day, his silver is used up during the first week in paying tuition
and buying books, but his brass is like love, it increases with
the using.

The commencement debate between members of the
Lamar and Galloway Literary Societies promises to be one of
much interest, even more than for any former year, because
of the special strength of the speakers who shall represent
«ach society in this contest. Each speaker, who shaU partici-
pate in the debate, was chosen because of his ability as a speaker
and his zealous and continuous service to the society. Messrs.
L. F. Barrier, of Rolling Fork, Miss., and W. A. Williams, of
Sallis, Miss., will represent the Lamar; while the Galloway
will be upheld by Messrs. J. E. Carruth, of Auburn, Miss.,
and J. S. Purcell, of Plainsdeahng, La. The subject for the
debate will be selected soon and these young gentlemen will
begin upon their preparation for the mighty combat.

President Murrah went to New Orleans on business
recently. How the Seniors missed him while he was away(?) ! !
Two lessons less each day. '

Although Fikes has no hair on the top of his head, the
place "wha' de wool awter gro," Dr. Schwartz succeeds in
getting him right badly wool-gathered at times.

Among the number of old and new students who have
entered college recently are J. N. Hall, W. H. Robinson, and
J. K. Williams.

The Law Department of Millsaps is proving itself a great
success. It is only a few years old, but already many of its
alumni are standing in the very forefront of their profession.
By many non-partisan attorneys over the State, Millsaps Law

School is now recognized as the strongest in the State. Among
the alumni of this department of our College there are many

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who are holding prominent positions as attorneys for railroad
bompanies, trusts, etc., and others who hold high oflBcial posi-
tions, among them are our present Attorney General, State
Supt. of Education, Adjutant General President of A. & M.
College, a Circuit Judge in Texas, and others too numerous
to mention. The present law class is perhaps the largest and
is composed of stronger men, as a body, than any class of pre-
vious years. The class has organized a club to be known as
"The WTiitfield Law Club," in honor of their beloved professor,
Judge A. H. Whitfield. They have been given a room in the
new capitol as their club-room and will have weekly meetings
there. The class enrollment is twenty and they have chosen
as their President, Mr. J. A. Smiley.

When Pres. Roosevelt had officially ordered a national
Thanksgiving day, all the classes had call-meetings to determine
the things for which they were most thankful. Each class
met in its assembly hall and decided upon the following things:
The Seniors were thankful that Dr. Murrah had been called
away on a business trip of a weeks' duration and left no deputy
to meet his classes; that soon the conference would occur and
Dr. Moore and Dr. Murrah would give them another weeks'
rest. The Juniors were glad that they had to study Anglo-
Saxon but one term and that there was no math in Junior year.
The Sophomores rejoiced that they did not have to pay a seven
dollar laboratory fee but one year, and that they had found
an able quadruped to bear them through the first book of
Livy. The Freshman were delighted that they were the
biggest class in College. The Preps were elated over the fact
that soon Thanksgiving would be here so that they could see
the SIGHTS of the city — the capitol, the Insane Asylum, and
the Fertilizer Factory.

Letters from home which say, "Study hard and make
a great man," are very encouraging, but a box of handsome
grub and a delicious check will cheer the school boy much
more. Am I not right? Eh?

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The society anniversaries promise to be specially good
this year from the speakers who have been chosen. The
members of the societies who were chosen are all very good
school-boy speakers and we are sure that each and every
speaker chosen will prove his appreciation of the trust and
honor which his society has placed upon him by preparing .,,,

and delivering a splendid speech. The societies are to be f^^

congratulated on the judgment which they used in selecting
on these occasions. Below is the program which will be
rendered on these occasions. Galloway Anniversary: E.
C. McGilvray, Williamsburg, Orator; A. P. Hand, Shubuta,
Anniversarian; D. H. Bishop, Oxford, Literary Address.
Lamar Anniversary: J. B. Ricketts, Jackson, Orator; M. S.
Pittman, Rosedale, Anniversarian; A. F. Fox, West Point,
Literary Address.

Dr. Sullivan says he is not to use a tube for a telephone
any more when he is the one in the pit and the Juniors arc talking
from above with plenty of water close by.

Mr. J. L. Neill is spending several weeks at home on ac-
count of sickness. He will not be back till after Christmas.

Thanks, turkey, box from home, love, laughter, rest! ! !

The Literary Societies have made a wise move this year
in determining to publish a College Annual. This has been
talked of for several years in the past, but the Societies have
assumed the responsibility of making the undertaking a success,
Each society has selected two associate editors and a business
manager for the Annual. The Galloway chose L. E. Price
and E. B. Allen associate editors; J. L. Neill, asst business
manager. The Lamar selected J. N. Hall, L. P. Barrier,
associate editors; J. L. Sumrall, asst Business manager.
The Faculty have appointed A. P. Hand, Editor-in-chief and
J. P. Ricketts, Business Manager. Let every boy de his part
to make the Annual a great success.

The mid-sessional debate between the Lamar and Gal-

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loway Literary Societies will occur on Dec. 9. Messrs. Sim-
mons and P^ram will represent the Galloways in debate,
and Mr. L. E. Price will represent them as Orator on that
occasion. J. W. Bradford and J. N. Hall will uphold the
Lamars in the depbate, and Mrs. Schwartz will give an inter-
esting reading on that occasion. This is looked forward to
with much interest.

The interest which is displayed this session in college ath-
letics and, in fact, every phase of college life has become a
topic of discussion both in the college world and in the city of
Jackson. The reason for this is very apparent. Most of
our professors are young men who have not forgotten the
needs and the wishes and the pleasures of college boys. They
realize the truth of the old saying that all work and no play
makes Jack a duU boy, and therefore encourage everything
for the boys. In the recitation room they are strict, yet they
cause every student to feel at ease, they give long lessons and
grade closely, but when the school hours are over and the
time for play conies, they are on the tennis court playing
side by side with the boys whom they have been instructing,
or in the gj^mnasium giving instruction in some difficult feat^
or on the campus coaching a foot ball team, or umpiring a
base ball game, or training in oratorj^ some congressional
aspirant. This interest which is manifested by the faculty
in the student body is very much appreciated by the boys.
It begets the highest respect and truest friendship and causes
the student to feel that the professor is made of the same
stuff that he himself is, fed upon the same food, sleeps under
the same skj^ and is inspired by the same muses and that he
is not some mysterious knight hailed from some magic land of
golden wands and skeletons and hob-goblins. Familiarity
may breed contempt but association of the professor with
the student-body is conducive of the purest respect and highest
type of honor, and not that honor begotten by fear.

[ALUMNI DEPARTMENT.

S. M. Graham, Editor.

The old adage, "Every sweet has its bitter, every joy
its sorrow and every pleasure its pain," is constantly impressed
upon our minds with increased force, even in the most trivial
affairs as well as the most grave and most serious matters
pertaining to life.

Association in college, where life-long friendships are cul-
tivated, is a glorious privilege, but separation in college most
frequently means separation for life. The incident unpleas-
antness is partly obviated by communication through these
columns. So I most earnestly urge the Alumni of Millsaps
College if you would make this department interesting and
worthy of our readers, if you would have it to be just what
it is intended to be, a chronicle of your glorious achievements
since you left your Alma Mater, then do your simple duty.
Your part may be insignificant to you, yet it is of most vital
importance to the Collegian and its readers. There are
many entered apprentices who know that Millsaps has won
fame from her Alumni and would like to point to them with
pride if they only knew them: so for the sake of these who
know you not but would like to, please send all items of interest
concerning the Alumni to the editor of these columns. Do
not fail to report all marriages or announced weddings. It
is sincerely hoped that this blessed experience shall come
to each of the Alumni.

In the last issue mention was not made of one of the class
of '04. Last but not least is ]\Ir. Ellis Cooper, who took high
rank in his class and is now holding the chair of Latin, Mur-
freesboro, Tenn.

Mr. H. B. Heidelberg, '03, who assisted in the Yazoo
City Public Schools last year, has been elected principal this
year. We predict a bright future for Mr. Heidelberg in any
sphere which requires excellence of character and intellect.

Dr. E. H. Galloway, '00, who is one of the most promising

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young physicians in the State, has just passed in his "auto."
It seems that he is not so well skilled in manipulating his ma-
chine as he is in his profession. As a result, he is limping.

Mr. F. E. Gunter, '02, is one of the most successful insurance
men in the State, but he is seriously neglecting his domestic
affairs.

F'^ The names and reputations of Judge Francis A. Austin,
President J. C. Hardy and Attorney General William Williams
all remind us of what heights of fame are possible to be attained.
Those of Revs. Guice, J. B. Mitchell, W. N. Duren and J.
R. Countiss all remind us that we too can make "our lives
sublime." And last, but by no means least, are Misses Hol-
loman, Crane, Millsaps and Hemingway, to whom all praise
and love be forever and a day.

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT.

J. E. Carbuth, Jr., Editor.

We are glad to welcome to our table a large number of
former exchanges, but many of those we are most accustomed
seeing have not yet arrived. We hope that at an early date
this list will be as large as before, and continue to grow until
there is felt the thrill from the life of the body of students
throughout the Southern section, through the medium of their
respective magazines.

One of the best journals th^t has come to us is the South-
western University Magazine. For solid matter that is
worthy, it is hard to be excelled. "Strong's Road to Manhood"
is a well written story that is interesting, and portrays a true
feature of manhood. "The Courting of Tildy" bids fair to
set forth well some negro characteristics, and is a successful
attempt at the dialect. The departments are well represented,
but the Editor's criticism for their paper is just, as for

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many others, in lacking the pleasing relief given by bits of
poetry.

The Journal presents itself in an attractive and well
arranged form, and is one of the best of our exchanges. The
orations, essays, and stories are interspersed with clever pieces
of verse that add much to the whole of the item.

In The Emory and Henry Era we meet a monthly that
is easily above the mediocre. The form and arrangement,
as well as the reading matter, show careful and successful work.
Of its stories the "Last of the Scorpions" and "Beaten at His
Own Game" deserve special mention.

The Observer contains some excellent stories and
pleasing verse. "The 'Painter' of the Hickahala " is a story
that presents itself in a fresh and striking way the life and
incidents of frontier life.

We acknolwedge receipt of the following journals: The
Crimson, The College Reflector, The Whitworth Clion-
lAN, University of Mississippi Magazine, Hillman Les-
BiDELiAN, Deaf Mute Voice, Olive and Blue, and The
Limestone Star.

CLIPPINGS.

"Surrender, Beatrice," I cried.

For my heart was sorely wounded.
"I suppose I must," she said,
"For I see I am surrounded,."

Of course I've seen trees holler.

Seen also a board walk;
And of the trees that leave in Spring

I've often heard them talk.

But some one saw a house fly,
But that to me was new,

For every time I noticed
It was the chimney flue. — Ex.

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The Betrothal.

The Moon and the Sun chanced to meet one day

Behind a sheltering cloud,
But, oh! what the Sun and Moon did say,

I dare not tell aloud.

For the Moon is a beautiful fairy queen

And the Sun is a warrior bold;
And now whenever her light is seen

She wears a great ring of gold. — Univ. Miss. Magiazne.

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Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., DECEMBER, 1904. No. 3.

TO MILLSAPS.

Millsaps! Oh noble school, we love thee true!

The Church, with higher manhood as its aim

Devised thy plan and set thee here. Thy name

Is now a word for power. For one to rue

That thou art here, indeed would be to sue

For ignorance. Thou art great throughout the land,

A vast domain submits to thy great hand;

For eloquence, to thee all praise is due.

Thy code of morals is a higher plane

Than that of other schools which proudly boast

Of halls more rich and larger throng. A host

That teach through greed, not love, cannot inspire.

May thou, by work, add glory to thy reign

And cleanse the South by purifying fire. — P. 28.

♦

THE ADOPTION OF BUDDHIST RELIGION IN CHINA.

A LEGEND.

Written By Our Chinese Student.

In tracing the history of the world, we find that Budd-
hism is one of the most remarkable and oldest religions that
ever existed. It was founded by a Hindu sage, Buddha, in
the 6th century, and it was soon adopted as a religion in Central
and Southeastern Asia.

Buddha was supposed to be a prince of a Hindu monarch.
Owing to his misconduct and extravagance, he was driven
out of the Imperial family by his father, and from the luxurious
palace. It was a painful and sorrowful sight to see such an
honorable prince wandering about in his father's domain.

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He, who had enjoyed pleasure and was an heir to the throne
was in sorrow and a wretched condition.

Finally he recanted his early vices and became a sage. The
doctrine which he taught to the Hindus was to leave this evil
world and to live in convents and thus obtain future happiness.

At the close of the Han dynasty there was a noted king
named Ping-ti. Several years after he had ascended the
throne, there was a remarkable event which was worthy
to be recorded in history. It happened one night when he
was soundly asleep, he dreamt a beautiful dream. There
was an angel standing in front of the altar saying that there
was a saviour in the far West, one who taught a better religion
than Confucius.

As it was quite near daybreak, it vanished before he had
time to question it. The monarch awoke and knew he had seen
a vision. On account of his strong determination and his
desire for a true religion that would benefit him and his people,
he soon became greatly interested in the vision. It was de-
termined that the matter should be brought before his ministers
and advisers.

Not long afterwards a meeting of the most distinguished
men was held in the palace. In this council it was resolved
that they should go abroad and hunt for the Western Saviour,
who was announced in the vision.

The king collected an enormous amount of money to raise
a fleet. It was then that sailing ships were used. They were
clumsy and not well equipped, unable to endiire the rough
waves and the strong gales. However, by the Imperial order,
they were set out on this expedition, manned with a number
of ministers and armed men, who knew nothing of the sea-life
or the other parts of the spherical world.

The company sailed out under the dragon flag, the Im-
perial standard, and soon were drifting in the open sea. On
account of the rough waves and the strong blasts in the vast
and boundless ocean, these inexperienced travellers were soon

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terrified. It seemed the rolling waves would engulf their ships
every minute.

Not knowing wliither they were going, and it being un-
certain that they would ever again reach their far-away homes,
it was with boundless joy that they at length saw land.
Though the land was strange to them, it was in great joy they
left their ships. It was India. The language of the people
was so diff"erent from theirs that they could hardly talk with
them. By signs they acquainted the people with their mission,
and the people told them of Buddha, their native saint.

Owing to their excessive joy at so soon meeting
success, they imeediately sailed for home with Buddha.
On arriving the people were eager to see him whom the angel
said was the Saviour. Buddha was conducted into the palace
where he gained the highest honor from the king. He soon
learned the language and spread his doctrine over all the country
and it was adopted as the state religion.

Alas! had their fear permitted them to go further they
might have reached Palestine and brought back a true religion
to China! As it was, she quickly became the champion of
Buddhism and her people are now acknowledged to be his

ardent apostles. Sing-ung Zung,

4

The Hoggonette.

The Hoggonette, an instrument

That makes the sweetest sound.
Its melodies as they float out

Are heard for miles around.

How great the charm its miusic is;

To those who have an ear
For thrilling strains both pure and sweet,

Inspiring joy and cheer.

It fills the heart with ecstasy;
Makes burdens as a feather;

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The soul and it blend into one
And soar away together.

'Tis not the kind of instrument

You find in church or temple;
It has no strings or complex parts,

But is quite plain and simple.

'Tis not a thing all finely wrought

Obtained by wealth alone,
But is a low-priced instrument

Which poor folks too might own.

To tell the world how it is made

I think it is my duty;
An instrument so wonderful.

So notable for beauty.

Just take a piece of solid plank

And bore some holes all in it
With auger bits both large and small,

In this way you begin it.

Then back your hogs up to the holes,

Through which their tales you run;
Then knot them on the other side

And the Hoggonette is done.

And then the music you would have

By pulling each one's tail
Would cause an angel to come down,

And imps in hell to wail. — W. G. A. Fleming.

4

A LEGEND OF THE YAZOOS.

Chapter 2.

For weeks nothing was heard save rumors of the white

man's victories, until one day at night-fall five canoes landed

bringing three white captives captured far up the river by

some braves returning from a chase. A short time before

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four men had escaped from the Spanish forces and had kidnap-
ped Hernando De Baltey, the nephew of DeSoto, intending to
force him to intercede for them when they should arrive at
the fleet in the Gulf. They took two canoes captured from
the Indians and paddled down the Yazoo, seeking the Gulf
and the ships which Desoto had ordered to follow up the coast,
living on game which they found along the river. Two of their
number had been killed soon after starting and the rest drifted
many days hardly daring to touch the banks. They were
captured as they slept one night, tired out and without a guard.

When the prisoners were brought from the boats the
whole village, in its war dress, was stationed along the banks,
dancing and shouting and chanting their war songs. They
had come to see the white man die.

The Princess had been out that evening hunting the birds
which had richer plumage than the rest with which she intended
to deck her dress, and while returning in the twilight she heard
the war-whoop near the river and hurried toward it, reaching
the scene just as the prisoners were led ashore. She watched
them as they stepped up the bank, and as she looked she caught
the eye of De Baltey. She felt as she gazed into his eyes that
something new had come to her, a strange sweet joy so unlike
the passion that had often held her while she watched the
bodies of other captives writhing in the tortures of the fire.
And as she thought of torturing him who had brought to her
that new joy she turned faint with horror. At last she knew
what had come to her: she loved him. Then she swore that
he should not die; and while the gathered council of the chief
was discussing what manner of death the white man should
die, she came to the youngest brave in the council, her play-
mate hi childhood, one who had but lately been admitted to
the chief, and begged him to ask for their lives. He loved
the Princess and had sworn to do whatever she wished to be
done, but he was ambitious also, and he knew that if he begged
the lives of these men he would likely be called a coward and
spurned from the face of his king as being too cowardly to

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live with braves whose bodies had felt the pangs of torture
without a murmur. He fought the battle with himself; no
word of appeal came from the maiden's lips, her eyes alone
were fastened on him pleading with him to be brave. Love,
at last, overcame; hopes and ambitions he threw aside, and
raising her eyes to hers he said: "I obey you, Princess. I
will ask their lives though mine will be the price."

Her eyes filled with tears as he said these words, and bowing
her head to hide them she gave him her hand. The young
brave rose slowly and joined the chief in council. His time
had come to speak. His voice was low and in it there was a tone
that thrilled them as he spoke.

"For what," he said, "do we kill the pale faces who have
come from another world to ours? Are they fighting us?"

"No, they hardly know we live. They have come from
a strange land far away, and have come this long, long journey
to find that our country which we ourselves are hunting, the
happy hunting ground. Oh, let us let them five! They, no
doubt, are wiser than we and will teach us the secrets which
they know. These people are hunting the happy vale together,
while we must wander alone when we are old, in solitude and
cold, in our search for game more plentiful. They will show
us the path no doubt, and be our guides to the land of warmth,
of flowers, and of game. And they will save us from the fright-
ening stage of that journey, that deep silence and cold into
which all must leap ere we can start upon our search. We can
see but the beginning, and if the beginning is what it is, what
must be the torture that the brave must bear ere he reaches
the field of game. Why should we torture those who will save
' us? Let us let them live." |.;t|MilMMjliS^ ;> ■■ 'liK - ^ \

\ f W When he had finished no words of scorn were heard but
instead others spoke for the white man's life and as the result
the lives of the Spaniards were spared. They took up the
ways of the savages easily, quickly learning the language and

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though they had no scalps dangHng from their belts, thej^ soon
became the most important braves in the village.

Chapter 3.

The love of the Indian maid for the handsome young
Spaniard grew stronger as the days passed by, and often
would she meet him as he returned from the hunt, and they
would talk of their childhood and tell one another the happen-
ings of their different worlds. For hours would the maid sit
listening to the stories of Spanish life, of the wonderful buildings
which men made and in which they lived, and of the magnifi-
cent dresses worn by the Spanish ladies. He told her of the
splendor of the Court; for, being a nephew of DeSoto, he had
lived in the midst of this grandeur from a boy. And again
would De Baltey sit listening, filled with the beauty of the
maiden's simple and poetic descriptions of the woods and
hills or the sunlit waters and flowers covered banks of the Sun-
flower. One place that she loved more than the others, she
pictured in such lovely words that the Spaniard, charmed by
her description, begged her to take him there.

One evening they slipped from the village while all the
braves were idling away the afternoon; some sitting with their
backs against the trees smoking in their content and laziness,
while others lay on the soft green grass half asleep, only moving
to escape the glance of some beam which by persistent effort
had stolen through the tangled mass and leaves of vines into
the shadows where the sleepers lay to fret them into action,
as if the sun, the great mother of all action, so busy herself,
seemed averse to inaction on the part of her children. No
one saw them as they slipped through the tangled woods except
one who rose, as they passed, stealthily as the panther who
sees his prey approach; his black eyes blazed with such intense
hatred that even a fiend would have quailed beneath their gaze.
He glided noiselessly and with the cunning of a fox through
the woods, always keeping them in sight. Wlien they reached
the river he waited in the cover of the woods till their boat

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was well on its way, then going swiftly to the water, plunged
in and after swimming the Yazoo followed up the bank of the
Sunflower, keeping them well in sight.

Agewa, the young brave who had defended the white
man when he came a prisoner doomed, it seemed, to certain
death, had learned to hate him; he saw that the love of the Prin-
cess was no longer his, but given to the white man. He had
often followed her as she went to meet De Baltey and his eye
would burn with a jealous light at each kind word or smile
she gave his rival. Today he followed them from habit, no
doubt, for he was not yet so jealous that he would dare to think
of killing the white man who had come, as he thought, as the
messenger of the Great Spirit.

At last they came to the end of their journey, the place
that the Princess had so often pictured to De Baltey. It was
a small island entirely covered with green except for a rim of
pure white sand which with gentle slope reached to the water.
It seemed that the island had been crowned by nature, for a
wreath of wild roses, which at this time appeared to be a solid
mass of white, encircled the island in its snowy beauty. Within
this circle of roses a little opening covered with soft green
grasses, and in the center rose an oak which cast its giant limbs
out on every side to such a distance that the island was almost
all in shade.

This island has long since been borne away by the mighty
torrents which have come since then, sweeping by it in the fury
of their power, washing it down and now it can be seen only
in very low water. Now it is but a bank of mud, of which no
one would dream that it was once crowned with flowers, and
that man had stilled his restless spirit there, listening to the
murmur of the passing waters.

De Baltey drew the boat ashore and followed the maiden
as she made her way through the rose bushes. Wlien she
reached the foot of the oak she sat down leaning against it.
De Baltey threw himself on the soft grass by her side and busied
himself in watching and studying the expressions which came

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upon her face. She sat with one hand lying idly in her lap,
the other holding her chin, gazing down the river, watching
the red, glowing sunlight playing on the water. He watched
her intently some moments, a strange feeling coming over him,
stranger than anj^ he had known before. He lay there wander-
ing if it was the stillness of the evening, the murmur of the river,
or the beauty of the sunset that had cast that strange sweet
quiet upon his heart. At his continued gaze the maiden
turned her ej^es to his and when their glances met some magnetic
force seemed to draw them closer to each other. With their
ej^es they told their love for one another, and they were happy.
De Baltey leaned over, took the maiden's hand and pressed
it to his heart and said: "Can you not retiu'n my love, Lawana?
I never knew what you were to me till this evening, but not
knowing it, I have loved you since the evening I came a prisoner,
to be saved from death by you."

She did not answer him in words but her eyes told him her
answer in a purer language than the tongue can speak.
Long they sat there, each too happy to speak, while the sun
sank slowly behind the clouds. They were sitting watching
the sunset when De Baltey, with a cry of pain, fell on the grass
by her side, pierced by an arrow.

Agewa seeing the tw^o land on the island, w^aited till they
were lost from sight behind the rose bushes; then he slipped
noiselessly into the water, and with a few strokes of his strong
arm swam the distance to the island and crept without a sound
out on the sand, and with the quietness of a cat he made his
way through the hedge of roses to a place where, though they
could not see him he could see and hear all that passed be-
tween them. As he watched them, so forgetful of the rest of
the world, his jealousy mastered him and he swore that before
the sun set the white man would be no more. He heard with
increasing anger De Baltey tell the maiden of his love and when
he saw her clasped in his enemy's embrace he sprang like a tiger
from his hiding place and with his bow he threw an arrow
which found its way through the body of his rival, and rapidly

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darted back into the growing shadows. He ran swiftly to the
water's edge and threw himself far out into the stream; for
he knew that in her excitement the maiden would forget to
look for the murderer till after he was lost from sight, hidden
in the mist of the river.

The maiden, when she saw her lover pierced by an arrow,
sprang up with a crj^ of fright. But her love soon overcame
her fears and she knelt down by his side and tried to soothe
his pain. She ran to the water and brought some back to
bathe his wound, and when he regained consciousness, with
her support he struggled to his feet and leaning on her arm, or
rather carried by her, he made his way to the boat and was
rowed home by her and carried to her father's wigwam.

For many weeks he struggled bravely for his life, and at
last, under the tender niu-sing of Lawana, some of his old time
strength returned so that he was able to take short walks out
of the village into the forest or along the river. On all these
walks Lawana was with him pushing aside the vines which
obstructed his path or helping him over the rocks which barred
his way.

(to be continued.)
4

REFLECTIONS.

(with apologies to KIPLING.)

Examinations, known of old —

The terror of every class —
Beneath whose awful risk we hold
One chance in ten to pass.
Lord God of Wit, in Thee we trust.
Lest we bust — lest we bust!

The riding and the working cease —

A week of strife to behold —
Then we'll have a week's release.

Many pleasures to unfold!

Lord God of Wit, in Thee we trust.

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Lest we bust — lest we bust!

Far called our fancies wander now,

Visions of distant joy to see —

Trusting we'll pass just anyhow

Leaving all to Fate and Thee,

0! Lord of Wit, help Thou must!

Lest we bust — lest we bust!

If drunk with sight of pleasures all,

Exams for us have not awe —
0 Lord! let us receive no fall —
See the good, overlook the flaw!
Lord God of Wit, in Thee we trust.
Lest we bust — lest we bust!

For happy heart that puts her trust

In luck and fortune all alone.
We know, 0 Lord, will surely bust.
And that will cause full many a groan —
For dull wit, and foolish word, i i
Thy mercy on these students, Lord!
J. W. S. Amen.

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., DECEMBER, 1904. No. 3

Published Monthlij by the Students of Millsaps College.

A. P. HAI!^D Editor-in-Chief

J. E. CARRUTH, JR Associate Editor

M. S. PITTMAlsr Local Editor

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EDITORIALS.

We are fast approaching our term examinations.
College the test that in a great degree is to determine
Honor. our sessional standing. The prize so great, to
many the temptation will be great to obtain it
by unfair means. For some time there has been complaint
from the students about the amount of "jacking" on examina-
tions, especially in the lower classes. Optimists for some time
have doubted a serious condition of affairs. But there is no
use evading the question longer. It is undoubtedly begininng
to take hold in its most virulent form. Cheating once, two
dishonest examinations, a hundred of them, would not be so
bad; but it is the well established habit of some students, the

LOCAL DEPARTMENT.

M. S. PiTTMAN, Editor.

Christmas gifts, Santa Clans, home, no lessons, hnnts,
parties, sweethearts at home from school and love, laughter
and song are now the day thoughts and night dreams of the
college boys.

The past month has been spent with good things for Mill-
saps' students. We could not afford to tell all of their joys,
for the principal one was the absence of some members of the
faculty from school for several days. If the faculty knew that
we delighted in this, they might expel all who participate,
or what is worse they might not leave any more.

Thanksgiving passed off gloriously for Millsaps. Turkeys
were captured and annihilated by the College boys at every
eating place; even Dr. Ackland, the faithful College custodian,
fared sumptuously that day on turkey and then bedecked his
hat with the old gobbler's plumes, tastefully interwoven with
autumn leaves and joyously yelled for the foot-ball team.
Millsaps played a little foot-ball game that day with the Jackson
boys and easily brought into the Athletic Association $60.00.
The leading features of the game were the two sixty yard dashes
made by McGilvray, the preacher member of the team. Oh,
that more preachers liked foot-ball as "Mc" does! !

Dr. Murrah went to Lake Providence, La., about the first
of December and preached a sermon for the people of that city,
and officiated in the dedication of a very handsome new church.

Bright Sayings of the Senior Class.

The Aenead was written one thousand years before B. C.

— FlKES.

The chicken had been borned the night before. — Weems.

He killed the man in cool-blooded murder. — Graham.

I see where Dolly Varden is to be here soon, what is she
to play? — Simmons.

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What day of the week does Thanksgiving come on this
year? — Allen.

Mr. W. M. Langley, '04, spent a few days on the campus
recently. Mr. Langley was on his way to the North Mississippi
Conference from Benton, La., where he has been preaching
during recent months.

Mr. Geo. Robertson visited club-mates, the Kappa Alpha
boys, on the campus on Thanksgiving day.

The Kappa Sigma fraternity was tendered a very delightful
reception. by Mrs. C. B. Galloway on Nov. 12th.

The Kappa Alpha boys entertained informally, a number
of their friends at their handsome chapter house on the 19th.

Mr. W. L. Weems, of Shubuta, visited his sons at the col-
lege on the 24th of November.

What has happened? That's the question for the local man

Silver and gold determines a man's standing in the social
and business world, but there's nothing but brains and brass
that affects a man in the college world.

The most interesting mid-sessional debate ever held at
Millsaps, perhaps, was the one on the evening of the ninth,
between the Galloway and the Lamar Societies. The following
program was rendered:

Oration by L. E. Price. Debate — Resolved, That the
election of Mr. Roosevelt was for the best interest of the nation
as a whole. Affirmative — Galloway — T. E. Pegram and
T. V. Simmons. Negative — Lamar — J. N. Hall and J. W.
Bradford. A reading by our accommodating Librarian, Mrs.
Schwartz. The debate was lengthy, yet spicy and interesting,
throughout. The question was decided in favor of the affirm-
ative. The reading was more than excellent, and so much
pleased the audience that she was called back to the rostrum

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for a second time, to which she responded with the "Milwaukee
Bootblacks," a very interesting and difficult piece of alliteration.

We are glad that so many of our Millsaps boys are already
necessary to the Methodist conferences of the State. The
professors and students who attended the recent sessions of
the conferences were to the North Mississippi Conference:
Dr. Murrah, J. N. Hall, W. N. Duncan; to the Mississippi Con-
ference, Dr. Moore, W. L. Hightower, T. M. Bradley, 0. W.
Bradley, R. P. Fikes.

The Millsaps Glee Club is now practicing songs for the
recital to be given by Mrs. Swartz after Xmas. They are
making their selections from "The Most Popular College Songs,"
recently gotten out by Hinds, Noble, and Aldredge, New York.
This little booklet is filled with the very best music for college
attractions. We find the familiar faces of such songs as "Old
Oaken Bucket," "S'wanee River," and newer ones hke "Ching-
a-Ling" and "Ba-Bi-Bi-Bo-Bu." The recital promises to be
a great success. Between the readings the quartet will enter-
tain with the appropriate songs.

ALUMNI DEPARTMENT.

S. IVI. Graham, Editor.

Mr. W. W. Holmes, '00, won considerable distinction in
his class as well as in some io the College contests, after his
graduation here, entered Vanderbilt where he graduated in.
"Theology," '03, after winning honors over the various depart-
ments in an oratorical contest. He is now pastor of Carrollton
Avenue Church, New Orleans.

Mr. T. Win HoUoman,' 00, took the highest rank in his
class, won the Chautauqua for Millsaps. After his graduation,
he took Law at University of Virginia. He represented the
University in a contest with Washington, D. C, and is now
practicing his profession in Alexandria, La.

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Mr. T. M. Lemly, '00, entered the profession of law in
-Jackson. He has been elected to the office of Justice of Peace
in this city. Last spring he set a much needed example to
Jiis class-mates by taking unto himself a better half.

Mr. A. A. Hearst, '01, is practicing law in Hattiesburg.
Last spring he returned to Jackson and married whom he se-
lected while in College. So you see, girls, it is not always the
case that the boys have sweethearts at home.

! f Rev. W. M. Langley, '04, was a most welcomed visitor
on the campus this week. He has been working in the Louis-
iana conference, and has made a fine impression. We cer-
tainly do miss his stories in the Collegian this year.

Rev. C. M. Simpson, '01, who was our "center rush" when
we had inter-collegiate games, was on the campus this week
gree:>ing his many friends before going back to Vanderbilt,
where he graduates this session in Theology.

We are always very glad indeed to welcome the alumni
back to the campus, and would also be very glad for them to
keep the editors of these columns posted on matters of interest
to the alumni.

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT.

J. E. Carruth, Jr., Editor.

In the University of Mississippi Magazine is found a good
collection of material. "Nat Shelly's Victory In Defeat,"
is a story that deserves mention, though it is simple and rather
short. "The Acron and the Oak," is the best piece of verse.
In the article, "Should a College Student Play Foot-ball," is
presented some strong argument in favor of the game and its
training. And the author of the well written article, "The
Foot-ball Scrub," evidently has felt the knocks and received
the, smiles attendant upon serving in the capacity of that
^'unappreciated necessity" in college athletics.

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Dare vas five vays to vin success. Der fairst vay vas
hard vork, and der udder four vas ditto. — Ex

The Oracle is presented as one edition of the regular Meth-
odist Advocate from Barboursville, W. Va. While the matter
is fairly good; the form could certainly be improved by a sepa-
rate publication.

One of the "flashes" from the Vanderbilt Observer is still
bright when taken in connection with Millsaps, and perhaps
is not local at all.

A Mathematical Definition.

College Grub. — A constantly recurring series that
approaches zero as its limit.

The first article in the Monroe College Monthly is a well
written essay on "The Gospel of Nature According to Lanier."
The quotations, though rather profuse, illustrate well the
points under treatment. The other main articles, a story,
"Could She do Otherwise?" and a poem, "A Twilight Revery,"
are hardly above the ordinary.

Senior — "What part of the Bible do you believe, if you do
not accept all?"

Second Senior — "0, the Lord's Prayer and Apostles Creed."

—Ex.

The Randolph Macon Monthly contains some excellent
reading matter in a splendid historical sketch on "The Treason
of Major-General Charles Lee," and the essay, "Shall the College
Revert to the Curriculum." The pieces of verse, "Count Me
a Friend," and "Twilight," also deserve special mention. The
story, "Elsath," though incongruous has easy movement and
beautiful expression.

We are glad to note some improvement in the exchanges
that have come to us during the month. On first sight, a few
of them might easily seem to have been written as campaign
literature, with the avowed purpose and fond hope of de-
throning (?) our present executive. Now, that the election is
over and the power of affecting a decided change in national
affairs is beyond the pale of our influence, we hope to see some

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more suitable trend for the articles and "cuts" of college
journalism, than the worn spiels against "our Teddy," who
evidently represents better, or leads more completely, the feel-
ings and tendencies of the American people, than any president
of the last fifty years.

"May I print a kiss on your sweet lips?" he said.

She noodded her sweet permission.

So they went to press, (and you'll rather guess),

Printed a full edition. — Ex.

Though it is departing to some extent from what we were
urging, we venture to use the clipping, by this time rather
common:

(to the tune "under the bamboo bush.")
Up at the White House lives a man
Who is the ruler of this land —
Fishes and hunts to beat the band!

Cute as a spider, ihis Rough Rider.

One day after thought — well spent, ,_j
Teddy a telegram he sent
To an Alabama colored gent.
And this is what it said:

If you like me, my dear Booker T.
As I like the whole colored bunch,
I'd like to say, this very day.

Come up and have some lunch.

I'll show them soon, there is no coon.
Can come too black for me.
Let's have some squash, dear Booker Wash.
Under the Roosevelt tree.

Prof, of Bible — Mr. A., give us the translation of Elijah."
Mr. A. — "I didn't get that one, Professor, I got Hinds &
Noble's."— Ex.

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Billie looked at Mary —

Oh, what a pretty Miss!
He stole a little nearer,

Then bashful, stole — away. — Ex.

Resignation.

When our yearnings are strong.

And the time seems so long

Which God takes to fulfill our designs,

For us toilers below

'Tis a comfort to know

'Twill come in His own good time.

For His time is the best.
And if we'll only rest

And wait for His mercy sublime.
Cease to worry and fret
And to vainly regret

'Twill come in His own good time.

Therefore labor and wait.

Though it may seem very late

When the ear of God doth incline.

And remember each day

As blessings you pray,

'Twill come in his own good time. — Ex.

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Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., JANUARY, 1905. |No. 4.

COLLEGE LIFE.

By M. S. Pittman.

College life is to society what the refiner's pot is to the
miner; it selects and develops the best of a man's talents and
shows him what in him is unworthy and should be^ cast away
as dross; it nurses the children of imagination, supplies fuel
to the flame of genius, nourishes to full blossom the bud of
hope, dispels despair, and to the young life of the land gives
a purpose and the ppwer to accomplish its end. College life
is filled with experiences of widely distributed and greatly
varied natures. From the sublimely ridiculous snipe hunt
of the enquiring Freshman to the solemn and impressive
graduation day of the Senior; from the first humbling exper-
ience of the Sophomore in society to its culmination in the
tragedy enacted by the sentimental Junior; from the leader
of the German given by the Fraternity to the President of the
Young Men's Christian Association; from voter in a class
meeting to presiding officer of a literary society; from a member
of the tiniest business league to the manager of the athletic
association or of a Lyceum course; from a member of the
midnight goober-grabbers and chicken-stealers to a member
of a great secret fraternity, the experience of the college student
may extend. We do not say that all of these are possible at
any particular time but in the course of a college life all of these
and more are possible. With this variety of experiences
the life of a student will, of course, be wonderfully changed.

It is a failing of some people to think of college life as a
number of years that must be spent in a kind of a dismal

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convent, a half-penitentiary, a semi-purgatory where the time
is to be spent in memorizing Pm-itanical maxims, pondering
over scientific theories, complying with iron-clad laws, quaking,
as a guilty hound before his master, in the presence of unsympa-
thetic instructors, daily conforming to certain forms and regu-
lations, till at last the student is to come forth from the college
with his head full of theories and his mouth full of axioms
and poetic couplets, impractical, with no tact, and with failure
written upon his face. On the contrary, college life is that
period of a man's development that is given up wholly to
association and observation. He goes to college, the place
where the world's greatest achievements are on exhibit, and
visits often the display of the world's treasures. He goes to
the science building and there he fiinds a man learned in its
mysteries and with him as his guide he observes the same
phenomena, experiences the same sensations, and thinks the
same thoughts as have aU of the scientists of past ages; he goes
to the building of geology and there he finds a man versed in
the message of the rocks who pilots him over the mountain
tops, adown the vaUeys, through the great canons, and along
the bed of the sea, and interprets the history of the world for
ages past; he goes to the building of ancient languages and
there he finds an interpreter, by means of whom he communes
with the spirits of the past; he goes to the building of the English
language and there he meets and becomes the friend and com-
panion of Scott and Dickens, the comrade of Wordsworth and
Goldsmith in their wanderings, a friend at the tavern of Bobby
Burns, the admirer and sympathizer of Byron and Poe, and a
wondering admirer of the genius of Shakespeare. Thus by
the means of his books the college man thinks the thoughts,
has the fellings, and to a measure lives the lives of all who have
lived before him.

We have only mentioned the observations and associations
which the college man makes and has through the study of
books. Now let us notice the benefits derived from the actual
association of men. In college life we come in contact with

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only the best talent and brightest minds of the state in which
the college is located; of course, there are a few drones — a few
numsciills — but they are the exception, not the rule. It is
generally the boy of each neighborhood who has stood at the
head of his class in the public schools, who has been the leader
on the play ground, who has won all of the thumb-papers,
blue ribbons and story-books that were offered as prizes for
speeches in his free-school work, who knows no defeat, it is
usually that boy that goes to college. By bringing together
two or three hundred of such champions, each knowing no
defeat, each thirsting for greater conquest, the very best efforts
of each will be obtained. Every one will suffer defeat in some
of his efforts; each may gain splendid results, but some one
else will go above him in excellence in some of his efforts.
He will be defeated in enough of his work to show him that
other boys are as brilliant as ne; he will be overcome in enough
to eradicate all of the egotism that he may have acquired
because of past victories, to view himself through the eyes
of his fellows, to properly appreciate the genius of his competi-
tors. He will win in enough to inspire his hope for future
contests, to encourage him to keep up the fight which he is
making, to show him that every labor, earnestly done, has its
just reward.

In college life the truest and most just criticism of a man's
life is had. His reputation among the students rests wholly
upon his own works and manners. He is not measured by his
family, but his family is judged by him. The time is fast
coming when a man shall not be recognized because he is the
third cousin of the great-grandson of some English lord, but
when he shall be recognized only by the real marks of a noble-
man which are found in him. He is not said to be a thief
because his great grandfather killed his neighbor's wild hogs
or drove the red man from his hunting grounds, but his honesty
is judged by his fairness in football games, his disposition to
give and take in smaller dimension toward his fellow-student,
his honesty on college examinations, his reverence for his word

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and oath touching all college work. If a man matriculates at a
college and signs a pledge that he will not keep on his person
fire-arms, nor play games with dice or cards, nor will drink
any intoxicating hquors, and then breaks this obhgation, he
is not only guilty of a falsehood but perjury and actual theft.
If he joins a literary society and promises to do all in his power
to promote its interests and then shirks duty, and is a delinquent
in his dues, he is untrue and guilty of base disloyalty. If he
joins a secret fraternity and assumes the necessary vows which
it places upon him, and then neglects his coUege work, or
falls short of the highest type of a gentleman or in any way
acts so as to bring his fraternity into disrepute in the college,
he is unworthy to be known as a college man or to be recognized
by men who mould and shape college^sentiment. A student
in college is estimated and criticised by his attitude toward all
of these things. College criticism is not harsh but Uberal and
just. Nothing is thought of a deed if its obvious purpose is
fun, for every student enjoys a joke, will enter readily into a
college prank that would bring over the sea of college hfe a
ripple of laughter, but if a prank is played as a snub to some
innocent fellow, if its motive is revengeful and severe and
not truly humorous and strictly philanthropic, college sentiment
will quickly pronounce upon it a severe criticism and just
sentence.

College association is, perhaps, the greater part of a man's
collegiate education. By actual contact with the hundreds
of young men with which a student comes in touch in the time
of a collegiate course, he learns to be a splendid interpreter of
human nature, to appreciate the whims and prejudices, likes
and dislikes, joys and sorrows, early training, present wishes,
and future hopes of the men whom he meets daily. By observ-
ing others' faults, he corrects his own mistakes; by appropriating
others' excellencies, he elevates his own virtues; by preserving
others' rights, he better understands justice; by being criticised
he learns others' opinions of himself and is humbled in his ego-
tism. We do not say that a man should neglect his text-books

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for the purpose of developing himself socially, but we do say
that books and men should be studied simultaneously. Certain
hours should be spent in the study of books and certain hours
should be spent in the practice of social life, in the literary
society, in the Y. M. C. A., in the fraternity, on the campus
rolling and tumbling and wrestling with the boys, in order that
a man may not belong to a certain class, but that he may be a
member of every class, feeling at home with all and making^
all feel at ease with him. It is often as awkward and embarras-
sing for the polished aristorcat to be a visitor in a highland
cotter's humble home as it is for the unlettered mountaineer
to be the guest in the millionaire's palace. Thus we see
college life does not only educate a man intellectually, but
practically, socially, morally, broadening him, showing him
that others have rights as worthy as his, that others have
thoughts as high as his, that they have ideals as noble as his own^
motives as pure and opinions as infaUible.

College humor has a charm that no other possesses. The
world laughs with the college boy and appreciates his pent-up
mischief and enjoys his good-humored and harmless fun; it
laughs at the great blunders and mistaken ideas of the verdant
Freshman; it contemptuously smiles at the acquired wisdom
of the Sophomore; it pleasantly observes the changing counte-
nance and feels the pulse of the love-sick Junior; and watches
with interest the proud and sedate Senior. Who does not enjoy
the coUege boy's joke on the bald-headed professor? Wha
would not laugh at the Senior's prank on the Sophomore, at
the Freshman's first speech before the literary society, at the
Sophomore's greatest production of Sophomore Gas, at the
Junior's vain and varied methods of wooing? Wlio does not
find pleasure in watching the wavering opinions of the fraternity
jockey as he rides the goat along the highways and byways,
through the wilderness of darkness filled with hob-goblins and
ghosts, down the vale of tears, repentance and forgiveness,,
along the lake of purifying fire and up the heights of redemption
and perfection on the other side? Who is not amused by the

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modern bull-fight — the fierce combat between the school boy
and the boarding-house beefsteak? College humor manifests
itself in many ways, in the class-room blunders, in the mistakes
in society, in puns, localisms of every kind. If a man desired
pleasure, purely, without caring for the education which he
might receive, it is likely that he could not find so much of it
anywhere else and of such pure and high-toned type as he would
at college.

College life, then, is comprehensive in its scope. It
educates, refines, broadens and polishes. It does not narrow
or place a hmit around a man's field of action, but equips him
with theories, strengthens him with facts, and makes him un-
conquerable because he knows men and has the tact to use them.
Whether the student's certain knowledge of books — then:
theories and their facts — is much more than when he entered
college or not, he is greatly changed from what he was when
he entered college or from what he would have been had he
not entered. He has gotten some insight into terms and
commonplaces of a liberal education; he has acquired the
habit of study and investigation and of doing things at a regular
time. He appreciates culture more, he is wiser socially, he is
more cosmopolitan. Awkwardness, egotism, narrowness, pes-
simism, all that is not Uberal, worthy and commendable, have
been in a great measure taken from him by his association with
his fellow-students, and the correctness and instruction of his
professors. He has become more tolerant, better balanced,
more cultivated, and more open-minded and is thus prepared
better to adapt himself to others' wishes and to use them for
his own advancement.

These are some of the benefits to be derived, some of the
pleasures to be had, and some of the ideals to be followed in
college life.

It is no wonder that gray-header sires visit their alma mater
with so much pleasure, that they remember their college ex-
periences with such vividness, that they never tire of talking
of the days when they were in school. Let us, young college

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men of the twentieth century, reahze our advantages, appreciate
our opportunities, and enjoy the benefits and pleasures which
the colleges of today afford.

A Toast.

Sophomores of Millsaps College,

I shall give a toast to you,
Give it in the class' honor —

To whose honor much is due.

For the road which you have traveled.
Since you left the second prep,

Has been full of difficulties
Facing you at every step.

May you never enter class-rooms,

Sit there trembling, anxious, scared,

Fearing that you will be called on
And the lesson not prepared.

When reciting mathematics.

May you always be assured
Of a ten when Doc. announces,

"Foll'wing please go to the board!"

May you in your English studies

Love the poet's noble lays,
Have a great appreciation

For the grand Shakespearean plays!

Oh, that you may be successful

In your trials for a pass!
For you know you are not needed

In the next year's Sophomore class.

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May you ride no jack in travel —
Riding is with danger fraught;

Great will be your degredation
If so doing you are caught.

— W. G. A. F., '(»7.

Our Tiger Hunt.

John Logan, Phil Boyd and I, three friends good and true,
thought that after a year's hard work, each was entitled to a
vacation. Accordingly we put our heads together and planned
to go traveling. We made our preparations and decided to
go to Central America. So on the first day of June we put care
behind us, bade our friends good-bye and took a steamer for
BaUze. After a delightful voyage, we landed in the tropical
city. There we wandered about awhile looking curiously at
the natives and their mode of living. To us North Americans,
they seemed singularly careless and lazy. There was not any,
or very little, bustle of trade as in our cities. Tiring of these
sights we hired a na'tive to guide us to one of the American
dwellings some few miles up the coast, where we had made
arrangements to stay.

This house was built upon a slight elevation, surrounded
by palm and banana trees and was, to our eyes, a queer looking
building. It was built in the California style of architecture;
there were no fireplaces in it and consequently had no chimneys.
It was as open as ours are in the summer-time upon a hot day,
and was enclosed by a woven wire fence. Near it was the
stock-yard, and farther away dwelt the servants and laborers
in huts, the walls of which were made of poles tied together
with vines, whOe the roofs were of palm leaves. All around,
in every direction, could be seen the tall palms and various
other tropical trees.

One day as we lay under these trees, smoking our pipes
and talking over our future plans we heard the pigs in the
stock-yard snorting and presently one of them squealed. A

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small native boy came running towards us, crying, "Lacays!
Lacays!" (Tiger! Tiger!). We jumped up and ran into the
house for our guns. Securing them we ran to the lot and looked
in. At the farther end stood a tiger as large as any ever seen
in that region looking at us with his forefeet upon a half-grown
pig. I made a motion to draw my gun to my shoulder but he
saw it, took one leap, another, and cleared the five-foot pole
fence with as much ease as I could have taken a step. I prided
myself upon my quickness with a gun, but the tiger was gone
before I could get a shot. We suddenly became possessed of
the hunting fever and running around to the other end of the
lot, took up the trail. Often as we crept through tangled
thickets and scrambled over rocks and logs we saw his striped
form ghde into the shadows some distance ahead of us, but for
all oiu" trouble, never a shot could we get. In this way we had
followed him for nearly two hours; we were hot, thhsty, tired,
and much scratched, and our fever had nearly run its course.
But we kept on. We came to a rocky ascent and wearily began
to climb upwards. It was hard work and we were grumbling
and about to turn back when Boyd exclaimed, "Yonder he is!"
He said that he saw the tiger enter a cave to one side of us.
When we went forward and looked in, nothing was to be seen,
for the interior of the cave was as dark as pitch.

Producing sulphur (without which no one goes into the
forest in that region) we poured it upon a small pile of dry
twigs and stuck a match to the paper underneath, then each
hid himself and settled down to wait. We watched the smoke
as it arose from the fire and rolled back into the cave. To us
each minute seemefl an age, and several had elapsed before
we heard the low, savage growl always given before the beast
bursts from the cave. We waited breathlessly for a few seconds,
then the tiger sprang through the smoke with a snarl and stood
before us, sneezing, bhnking and rubbing his eyes. That was
the opportune moment and one of my companions fired. The
tiger sprang into the air, clutched at empty space, and then fell
at full length upon the rocks. Boyd, who had killed him, was

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jubilant, but Logan and I could not help feeling disappointed
that we had not had such luck.

We stood some ten paces from the tiger, looking discon-
tentedly on while Boyd measured him with his empty rifle.
While thus employed, we heard a growl and before we could
grasp the situation the tiger's mate bounded out of the cave
and stood for a second glaring at Boyd, then crouched and
sprang. At the same instant I brought my gun to my shoulder
and fired. The beast fell upon Boyd, carrying him to the
ground. But they both were still and when Logan and I ran
to them we found the tigress dead, with a bullet in her head,
and Boyd unconscious, with several bad scratches but otherwise
unhurt. He soon revived and we tied up his scratches, skinned
our tigers and went home, agreeing that we three had better
let tigers alone.

Landon Carlton.
♦

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.

Asteroid or Pleiades, Satellite or Hercules;
How much trouble it exacts, always changing parallax.

Pushing round the apsides, backing Taurus in Aries!
Could we keep you in your path, gladly would we study math.

But the more we work with you,the'more labors you must do.
When on Wednesday Sol is set, air is cold and ground is wet,

Then you twinkle in high glee, laughing at our misery.
As we Seniors hunt in vain, Saturn's ring or Tycho's plain.

Seniors, thank the unknown star, that has kept away so far.
Telescope has never shown, and Math writers never known.

Thank the pole that is so high it occults the Southern sky,
And the moon so good to hide, mountains on the other side.

"Naughty Five."

4

A Temporary Interruption.

"Great day, what a racket!" exclaimed "Dune" Walker,
as in the long, low, half-story room of his grandfather's house

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an itenerant "agent" was showing him the possibilities of an
alarm clock.

The man laughed. He liked this red-hau*ed, freckle-faced
youngster of fifteen, as he did the boy's grandfather, known
throughout the interior Mississippi county as "01' uncle J. C."
White. Dune's grandmother was everybody's "Aunt Molly."

"How do the clocks know when to do it?" questioned
Dune, and as the principle of setting the alarm was explained^
a bright idea caused his eyes to shine with mischief, though the
agent did not notice 4t.

"Uncle J. C." was a staunch old Baptist of the variety
known as "Hard-shells." He was rich if he had only known it^
possessing acres and acres of rich timber and farming lands,
besides having a deal of money out "at interest" — he had no
faith in banks! However, if he had had, there was none near
enough to be used. He took his dram whenever he wanted it,
but had family prayers every night, no matter who came or
went, or what happened. The only requirement he made of
his guests — and there were many, for his house, like those of
his neighbors, was always open to strangers of any condition —
was that they should attend prayers.

To Dune the long chapters and longer prayers were
sometimes rather irksome, but he had only to recall the one
time in his whole life when he had "cut" prayers, to persuade
himself that he enjoyed them very much. Dune fii-mly
beheved his grandmother, whose hair was still a soft, wavy
brown and who seemed to understand the boy better than her
husband did, had, on that occasion, saved his life. For the
old man, missing the boy, had incontinently suspended devo-
tions and hunted Dune till he found him in the barn-loft.
It was a "larruping" Dune remembered well — "Uncle J. C."
was, he found, "long" at some other things besides prayers.
It was only when "Aunt Molly" put her head inside the barn
door and said, "Tchet, tchet!" in a disgusted chuck through
her teeth that the old man left off; then he went indoors and
finished prayers. Dune had played many pranks on the old

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people since then, but he had never attempted either to evade
or to interrupt prayers.

For two days after he was initiated into the wonders of
alarm clocks, Dune was unwontedly quiet and dutiful. This
rather aroused his grandmother's suspicions; and when for the
second time he brought the wood into the kitchen unasked,
she looked at him quizzically over her glasses. He must be
up to some mischief, she thought, for in two days Dune had not
played a joke, except the old one of scraping his foot across the
floor to make her cats arch their backs and prepare for flight.
This was a never-ending diversion to the boy. However, he
loftily ignored the suspicion in her look, and this puzzled her
the more

"Has Mr. Morgan come back?" she asked, as Dune lingered
in the kitchen after filling the woodbox. Morgan was the name
of the clock agent.

"Yes'm, he's just come."

"Why, I thought I heard him in his room this evening.
Somebody was windin' up clocks."

"No'm, he's just now come," Dune said innocently, but
he grinned when his grandmother looked away.

As the family and Mr. Morgan came into the old folks'
room for prayers after supper, "Aunt Molly" was gratified to
notice that Dune was learning to shut the doors. "It generally
takes him plumb till Christmas," she thought. Shrewd as
sha was, she did not suspect anything either from this or from
seeing that, in addition to the four house cats, the three cats
from the barn were in the room. After wandering unsasily
about the room for some time, six of the cats settled down in the
glow of the pine-knots burning in the wide fireplace, while the
seventh leaped lightly upon the bed in the corner and cm'led
up on the "White-house-steps" quilt, blinking apparently
at the almanac on the dingy wall opposite. A glass lamp
without a chimney smoked upon one end of the mantel, causing
**Uncle J. C.'s" bald head just beneath to shine, as leaning

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back in his straight chair against the wall, his feet upon the
rounds, he searched for a chapter sufficiently long.

There was a pause, during which "Aunt Molly," if she had
looked, might have seen that the hole in the window above her
husband's head, by which the cats were wont to enter and leave
the room, was stopped with an old quilt. But instead she Look
off her glasses and laid them in her lap and gazed into the fire.

The chapter had been announced and read to the last
word, and the prayer was well under way, the President, the
Governor, and the minor officers of state having been disposed
of, when —

"Br-r-r-r-r-r-r !" the din of an alarm clock startled the
quiet of the room, and before anybody but Dune knew what
was the matter, and before the suddenly awakened cats could
decide in which direction to flee, another joined in in a slightly
higher key. Almost at the same instant all the remaining
clocks in the peddlers' stock set up a noise so deafening that
even Dune was dismayed. In the din no one could have told
.whether or not the prayer was proceeding, but the old man
still knelt at least.

Suddenly, one of the terrified cats remembered the hole
in the window. With one bound it reached "Uncle J. C.'s"
back, and in a twinkling, with arched back and a tail twice its
usual size, landed upon his shining head, in a wild effort to get
out at the hole in the window. Only a minute it paused.
Turning suddenly it descended the way it had come, only
leaving the way clear for the other three house cats to perform
similar gymnastics, while the cats from the barn raced madly
about the room.

If the prayer had not stopped before, it did now. The old
man, his face purple with wrath, his clean-shaven upper lip
trembling and the bunch of yellow-white beard on his chin
quivering spasmodically, clenched his teeth and made a swoop
upon Dune. Dune had fully planned his escape, but had
forgotten it and was collared before he knew it.

What happened at the barn that night is best imagined.

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But whatever "Aunt Molly" thought — and Morgan, the ped-
dler, did tell that she laughed about it — she did not interfere
this time. This apparent desertion upon her part was a melan-
choly surprise to Dune — gave him the sensation of a "lost soul,"
he afterwards said.

Justice having been satisfied thus thoroughly, "Uncle J.
C." and Dune came in from the barn, and to the astonishment
of Morgan, the old man resumed his prayer where he had left
off— and finished it. B. H., '07.

A Legend of the Yazoos.

CHAPTER IV.

While DeBaltez lay struggling for his life, Agewa had
not been idle; he had stirred up in the minds of ^he youths
of the village an enmity toward the whites. He told them that
the Great Spirit was angered for their harboring the white
man and that for this he had caused their game to leave their
lands and go to those of the Choctaws and Natchez. The
Spaniards saw that the Indians were no longer friendly and
wondered why the braves became sulky and murmured threats
against them whenever they came near. As De Baltez would
pass them in his walks, threatening looks would be cast upon
him, and mutterings of rage and hate could be heard from
every brave. The fears of the Spaniards were aroused at this
and after long conferences together it was decided that they
should slip from the village and seek again the Gulf and the
ships of De Soto's fleet.

One evening as De Baltez and Lawana took their accus-
tomed walk he told her that he must leave her, for he was no
longer welcomed in the tribe, and go again to his friends and
his country across the sea. She turned to him, her eyes fast
filling with tears and asked if he was to leave her among the
people she did not love, to which he replied:

"I would not leave you but you cannot go, and if we must

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be separated is it not better to part alive than to be torn from
each other by the tortures of the fire?"

Again she turned to him and passionately cried: "You
wish to leave me now for you are tired of my love; you stole
my heart and now you throw it back again, crushed and
broken, when a faint glimmer of hope of rescue breaks through
the darkness of your life. You used me to lighten the days of
your life spent here, when you saw no way of breaking from it;
but now, when you are about to escape, you leave me here to
suffer the pains of a broken heart till death, Ivinder than my
lover, gives me peace and rest."

As the maiden spoke he saw his selfishness, and ashamed,
said: "I would take you, but how are you to stand the journey
and the hardships of marching day and night?"

But to this she replied: "I am no Spanish maid whose
life has been spent in confinement, a flower too delicate to bear
its own weight; but I was raised in nature and am strong.
I will take my place at the oar and ply it as swiftly as any other;
I will walk through the tangled forest as fast and long as you.
Oh! let me go, so that I may be near you to help, to love, and
to cheer you when you are tired and lonely!"

After this appeal he could not bid her stay and so he prom-
ised that she should go though it increased his peril an hundred
fold. When De Baltez told his companions that night of his
intention, they ridiculed him for his folly, and called him a fool
to fall in love with an Indian girl when any in the proud empire
of Spain would gladly bear his name. But in spite of all their
argument about the double danger they would run by taking
the maiden he stood firm in his determination.

Since the Princess was to be taken it was decided that
De Baltez 's two companions should leave the village on a
protracted hunt. This was to serve as a blind to the Indians,
while he and Lawana remained to keep down any suspicions
of their intentions. The two Spaniards were to go to a certain
place and wait; there they would be joined by De Baltez and
Lawana within a week. It was understood that if De Baltez

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did not come within a week that he was caught and for them
to continue on without him.

At last the time set for theu" going came, and De Baltez
and Lav^ana went with them to their boat and saw them off.
They reached the designated place, and waited till the week
was up but De Baltez did not come; they waited another and
hearing nothing of him they continued on their journey.

For many months they followed the flow of the waters,
half-starved and worn out, often chased by the Indians from
whom they escaped only by turning into some stream and stay-
ing tUl the savages, tired of their hunt, left them alone to pursue
their way.

One Sunday morning in the Spring of 1544 they were
paddling slowly along, half-disheartened and worn out with
over work, their tired spirits soothed oiily m the beauties
of nature; the great sun had barely risen and his first beams
made the ripples on the water sparkle like a glowing gem;
from the top to the water's edge a canopy of flowers covered
the banks from whose gently swaying branches the dew drops
fell in a pearly rain,, A fog hung gracefully over the flowers,
half hiding the forest trees in a veil of silvery white. The
cool, damp air of the morning brought with it the fragrance
of many blooms and over aU a quiet rested — the reverence of
nature for her God. The quietness of the scene was suddenly
broken by the ring of an axe. What hope that sound brought
to the men in the boat no one can know. Breathless, they
waited for another — it seemed hours to them before they
heard the second strike ringing its echoes through the wood.
One deep breath they gave and asked as one, "Can it be so?"

Then hearing it again they cheered in a frenzy of joy.
Then* cry was answered far ahead by a loud halloo. It seemed
to them a promise of new life. Swift their oars flew and soon
they had swept around the bend and were in the Spanish camp
again. With a thrilling tale of capture and escape, they put
down all suspicion of desertion and were once more given their
old places in the army. Within a few weeks they started on

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the voyage to New Spain in crudely made ships, and after a
voyage of untold suffering they landed among the few left of
that brave band which but five years before had landed in
Tampa Bay, fourteen hundred strong.

As soon as his friends were lost from view by the mist of
the river, De Baltez and the maiden turned their steps toward
the village, walking slowly along the pathway beaten by the
restless feet of braves who years before had hunted there and
whose bones for many moons had lain in silence 'neath the
mounds of the valley. Neither uttered a word as they strolled
along; the maiden too happy in the contemplation of the won-
derful world which she dreamed she was at last to see; De
Baltez haunted by the thought that never again would he hear
the lusty voice of the pheasant boy waken the echoes of his
native mountains, nor never again at sunset walk with his
mother along the banks of the Ibis, watching the sunrays
slowly retreat up the mountain sides vanquished by the shades
of the nearing night.

As they neared the village they were met by a band of
warriors who disarmed and bound the Spaniard. Lawana
ran to her father and begged him to save De Baltez, but to
all her pleadings the old chief answered: "The Council wishes
the 'pale face' to die, and at sunrise on the morning after the
first new moon he will be burned."

Lawana came back to her lover and told him of the chief's
decree, and to soothe her in her sorrow, he softly answered:
"Lawana, they are not as cruel as they seem; they give me two
full weeks to be with you, to have you all my own. For this
I thank them."

For two long weeks they guarded his wigwam; not a soul
came near him save his guard; it seemed that the princess had
deserted him for she had not come, though she promised to
sit by him every evening and watch the sun go down. His fear
that she was untrue was further strengthened when one evening
while sitting in his doorway, he saw her walk with Agewa

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toward the river. His soul raged with all the fury of a jealous
Spanish lover, and he cursed her for keeping him a prisoner
among the Indians when a chance of escape had come. Then
thinking of the death he would die on the morrow, he said:
"Tonight is the full moon, and I am glad; tomorrow will find
me no heartache, no sorrow. I will gladly go to the stake for
there I will find the end of all my sorrows; there I can still my
breaking heart in the flame of the Indians' fire."

That night Lawana watched by her father's blanket,
easing his burning head, for the old chief had come to die.
The medicine man had said there was no hope, and he had left
the chief to his daughter. No sooner had the medicine man
reached the door than the old man waked from his stupor and
said: "My child, you have not been as joyous these last few
days as you were before. Wliat is it, little one, that has made
you unhappy?"

Bursting into tears, she answered: "It is because I love
the 'pale-face' chief who must die on the morrow."

The old chief laid his hand on his daughter's head and said:
"Little one, I said that such would be: that some day a brave
would come who would win your heart from me; and I am glad
that the 'Great Spirit' has heard my prayer 'that when another
stole your heart I might be in the happy hunting ground.' I
would that I might save him for you, but you told me too late,
for the 'Black Spirit's' wing is on me. Go to your lover now,
for I need you not — I am going to seek your mother!"

Lawana bent over her father, but the old chief was dead.
She covered him with his blankets and went out into the night.
Slowly she walked over to a giant oak, whose branches reached
out over the waters and leaning against it she stood watching
the reflected stars on the bosom of the river. The great calm
that was over the world but filled her with determination;
she had done her duty to her father and now she would do her
duty to her lover, to herself; she would save him and the time

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to do so had come for all the village were gathered around her
father's wigwam chanting the Yazoos' song of death.

She stole back into the wigwam and took the Spaniard's
guns, his sword and his knife that were taken from him when he
i rst landed in the village. Then she started for his prison.
No sound she made as over the grass she sped, nor did she stay
her pace till she neared the guard. Then crouching on the
ground she stole closer to the unsuspecting brave and not till
very near him was her progress marked by sound. Happening
to step on an unseen twig, it broke with a slight noise; the brave
turned instantly and raised his tomahawk to kill the maiden,
for he was ordered to allow no one to approach, but she threw
herself upon him. The tomahawk descended but not to harm
the girl for the dagger given her by Jher Spanish lover had done
its work. With a slight cry the Indian fell at her feet.

De Baltez, sitting in his wigwam door, his head resting in
his hand and looking toward the newly risen moon, had not
seen the maiden steahng noiselessly toward the guard. The
Indian's cry as he fell caused him to look up, and seeing the
princess his anger took hold of him and he cried: "Why do
you come to me now? To scorn me for being such a fool as
to allow a woman to lead me into a snare? I see it all now.
I thought you loved me, but you only meant to hold me here
so that I might die by the fire. Are you not sent by Agewa
to tell me that he has won your heart and that he bade you play
with me so that death would be doubly hard? But it is not
enough to break my heart, and then to scorn me! Why did
you strike your brave who had no thought that death was near?"

The maiden turned to him, her eyes filling with tears, and
said: "Because I love you. I did not come sooner for I was
needed by my father, but as soon as I had done all I could
do for him I came. He will need me no longer, for now, joyous,
he hunts in the 'happy hunting ground.' We will go to your
country now and there forget the ways and life of the Indian
world. And 'tis time to go for soon will come the day and with
it your death if you stay. Many, many miles must we be from

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here ere the braves wake from dreaming of the tortm^es with
which they would cause your death!"

Hurriedly they stole from the village, going toward^ the
place where the Spaniards were told to wait. They reached
the place by daybreak but no boats were seen. The Spaniards
had left word however, by cutting in the bark of one of the trees,
that they had gone on to the gulf. Then they decided to go to
the north and join the other followers of De Soto whom they
thought were near the Mississippi, many miles to the north.
Bravely they set out and by making a wide detour of the village
they came again to the Sunflower. Here they stole a boat
and traveled slower than before for the maiden had covered
their trail so well that they had little fear of being found.
Many days they traveled thus, camping along the banks of the
river, one keeping guard while the other slept.

One night, as Lawana was watching while her lover slept,
a band of Indians pitched their camp near to the one of the
lovers. There was nothing but a hedge of cane between the
two camps and the maiden could hear the braves talking, and
from their conversation she learned that De Soto was far to
the south of them, and that the band of Indians were sent by
Agewa, the new chief, to search for her and take her back to
the village; she also learned that it was known that she was on
the river. No sooner had the braves gone to sleep than she
waked her lover and they slipped to their boat and paddled
up the stream. For an hour or more they rowed, then landing,
took the trail for the hiUs that skirted the Yazoo valley.

In this range of hills there are two water-falls which are
separated by a ridge covered with a tangled mass of cane and
vines, and connecting these falls there is a cave where the bear
and other hunted creatures, when tired, found rest. To
this place Lawana guided her lover. Here they dwelt for many
weeks in happiness. The Spaniard had given up all hope of
ever reaching his own country and again drew from the fresh
air new life and enjoyment. The maiden had forgotten her
dreams of theSpanish court and was content to be near her lover.

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The Summer passed happily for the lovers and when the
Autumn came theu" home was quite complete. They had
gathered during the summer for the winter, and feeling secure
and happy they were waiting for the cold. But their happiness
was to be cut short, for their old enemy, Agewa, forced to make
longer trips for game found their hiding place, and came one
evening with all his warriors, to kill the Spaniard and take the
maid to his village to be his queen. Yet many hours of desper-
ate fighting passed ere Agewa's hatchet found its way into De
Baltez's brain; and many dead braves lay at the mouth of the
cave ere the Spainard lay still in his blood. But at last all was
over and they left him as they had slain him; not even his
scalp they took for Lawana pleaded so that he might not be
touched, that the wicked Agewa let her have her way. They
carried her, broken hearted, to the village to be Agewa's queen.

But one moon was given her in which to mourn her lover,
then was she to be made the consort of the chief. On the eve-
ning before he was to take her to his wigwam as his queen, he
led her up the river to a large rock which hangs out over the
water. At this time it was a beautiful place, the brown leaves
from the trees above covered the rock, and from the limbs
and branches of the trees hung long streamers of moss; while
behind it the woods, clothed in brown and gold, were lighted
by the sun as it sank. Here he told her of his love, but she woud
not listen. She begged him to allow her to go and live where
she had been happy; he would not, and at her continued
pleadings he became angry and struck her. His blow roused
in the humbled girl all the fury of the Indian nature and jerking
from her bosom the dagger given her by her lover she buried
it in his breast. With a cry of pain he fell, and lay still on the
rock. She looked at the waters below and the expression of
hate changed to grief and tenderness and with her eyes filled
with tears, she said: "Ferdinand, I have but revenged your
death, and now I am coming to you."

She threw herself over the rock and the muddy waters of
the Yazoo closed over her and her sorrow. T. X. S. ,5

T.HE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., JANUARY, 1905. No. 4.

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College,

A. P. HAND Editor-in-Chief

J. E. CARRUTH, Jb Associate Editor

M S. PITTMAN Local Editor

W. N. DUNCAN - Literary Editor

S. M. GRAHAM Alumni Editor

W. A. WILLIAMS Business Manager

L. E. price, [D. T. ruff Assistant Business Managers

Bemittances and business communications should be sent to W. A.
Williams, Business Manager. Matter intended for publication should
be sent to A. P. Hand, Editor-in-Chief.

Issued the 15th of Each Month During the College Year.
Snbscription, Per Annum, §1.00. Two Copies, §1.50 Per Annum.

EDITORIALS.

It frequently happens that an ambitious

Originality society orator, an aspiring Sophomore, or perhaps

In a Senior untaught by experience, approaches

Orations. another desiring a subject for an oration. Having

obtained an euphonious subject upon which he

thinks he can obtain reading matter — usually "The Negro

Problem," or "The South in History" — he is content. A

week of promiscuous reading and marking high-sounding

passages follows. Then he strings together his collection, a

thing sophmoric, a patchwork as variegated as Joseph's coat.

Truly he has gathered him a posey of other men's flowers and

only the thread that binds them is his own — a lifeless posey

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of wilted flowers loosely bound by the slender thread of a strain-
ed and false individuality. With familiarity he becomes dis-
gusted with it. Uninterested himself, he cannot interest his
hearers, and both welcome the noted quotation that forebodes
the end.

Settling upon a subject is as choosing a hie work. Others
do not know your thoughts and feelings and cannot decide.
Unless you can throw self into your utterance and feel what
you say, dry to yourself, it cannot but be so to your audience.
One of our professors tells of a senior who in some way secured
a fine plea for morality in the class-room, and was himself
expelled a week before commencement for cheating on exami-
nation. Such a speech from such a one would have fallen flat.
Eloquence is and cannot supplant interest and feeling. No
delivery, however smooth, can equal the force of a thought
as it comes from the mind that gave it birth. By recitations
men are not moved to do things. There had been many eloquent
pleas made for America's liberty before 1775, but with none of
them could Patrick Henry have roused the Virginia convention.
It is the personality of the speaker that holds attention and gives
effect. We might say tomorrow we will have war with England
and no one would be interested or disturbed. But let the
President make the statement and the whole world would be
in tumult. It is so in the material world; it is so in the spiritual
world. Confucius' morals are as pure as Christ's. But some
urge they have not" the personality of these men. Then do not
make their statements as your own. By plagiarism and imita-
tion your individuality cannot be strengthened. Our thoughts
are now weaker than theirs; but they need not always be.
The younger Pitt copied and recopied Thucydides, but when
he rose in Parliament it was not to give the thoughts and style
of Thucydides, but his own. By communion we may grow
like our ideal, but not till his thoughts are no longer his but ours.
No man ever became like Christ by doing what he knew Christ
would do in like conditions. As long as he has to measure his
acts by this standard he has not the spirit of our Savior. No

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man ever accomplished anything by saymg what he knows
another said. Until we discard our rules and maxims and
forget ever having learned a thing, we do not know it — it is
not ours.

It is a mistaken idea, a harmful standard that students
have set that an oration should be something great and grand,
studded with brilliant thoughts. The greatest speeches often
seem to have the least in them. Say what you think and feel
and if the world counts it a failure, fail through what you are
and not tlirough what you said.

Since its foundation the small college has
Advantage steadily maintained and accomplished the
of the purpose for which it was established. The

Small College, ideal of the American college is personal
effectiveness — to develop men of strong sym-
metrical cliaracter and fit them for success in every relation
of life. These results are best attained in a small college. By
a small college we do not mean all hose pretentious institutions of
high-sounding name that smatter at the rudiments of education.
In some states every little high school obtains a small endow-
ment and arrays itself in tne role of college. Mississippi is
blessed in the absence of this curse so wide-spread in the college-
ridden North. An ideal college has a collegiate department
of about 100 students.

The small college develops men of strong symmetrical
character. A boy, cut loose from the restraint of home and the
rigid oversight of the high scnool, suddenly granted freedom
in manner of life and choice of work, tends to abuse his liberty,
and he must be restrained by close associates. Among a few
the association is more ready and more close. The new student
quickly comes to know every one and every one to know him.
The man counts for more. He is not lost in the multitude.
He is not, and cannot be swallowed up in the greatness of the
college and remain unknown. He feels he is a part of every-
thing and takes pride in his surroundings. Nor is he a mere

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of the Association, and that an agreement will be entered idto
by which we make a small contribution each year to aid in the
endowment of the Historical Department or some other worthy
cause.

LOCAt DEPARTMENT.

M. S. PiTTMAN, Editor.

What are your new resolutions for naughty five? Are they
to be a better man, to make higher grades, to maintain a higher
standard in college life, to help bear the banner of college honor,
to suppress the wrong, defend the right, uplift the fallen, protect
the weak and in every way advance the work of your college?
If so, have the courage to put them into action!

1905 opens with brighter prospects and greater possibil-
ities for Millsaps than any year of its history. With a larger
and better equipped faculty, with a larger and more high-toned
student-body, with more college enthusiasm and better student
leaders, Millsaps is prepared to accomplish greater things
in text-book work, in local college athletics, in her literary
societies, in college journalism, in college oratory, and in
the development of a nobler citizenship. Student, put your
shoulder to the wheel!

Christmas abounded in good things for the schoolboys.
Santa Claus was generous in his gifts. The delicacies
prepared by mother's hand, the social gatherings of friends,
the bird hunts, the sighs and kisses that were heard by
but two, and the sweet family reunions made the holidays
all extremely pleasant.

Since the last issue of the Collegian, quite a number of
former students and alumni of Millsaps have been on the campus
to the delight of their many friends. Among this number were:
D. C. Enoch, W. F. Cook, C. R. Ridgeway, W. C. Bowman,
H. B. Heidleberg, J. W. Booth, Miller Henry, Charhe Carter,
J. H. Penix and others.

Prof. Bishop, of the Chair of English at the State Universi-
ty, and Dr. Muckenfuss, of the Chair of Science at the University

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of Arkansas, both of whom formerly held chairs in this insti-
tution, visited the campus while on their visits to Jackson
during the holidays.

Fikes says that as soon as he finishes coUege, that he will
want a wife and that he will be looking for one "ready maid."

Dr. Kern, of the Chair of English, spent the holidays
in Nashville with nis homefoiks. He reports a merry Christmas.

0. W. Bradley, of the Senior class, spent the holidays in
love and reports a lost heart.

> The Christmas time was enjoyable spent by Prof. Olin
Moore with his homefoiks in Missouri.

President Murrah solemnly announced, recently, that if
certain boys did not cease to attend the theatre, that the places
which know them now will shortly know them no more forever.
Shows? Cut 'em out, boys!

The question was asked by some student in an Ethics
recitation if Bentham did not differ very much, in his view of
the standard of Happiness, from Paul. E. B. Allen immediately
inquired, "Paul who?"

The students of longstanding at the college were very much
delighted at the beginning of the new year, by the presence, a t
chapel exercises, of Misses Mattie Lacy, now in college at the
State University, and Janie Millsaps, of Hazlehurst, both former
"co-eds" at Millsaps.

We are glad to note the great increase in the student-body
since Christmas. It is, perhaps, the largest increase the student
body has ever had at this season of the year. Among the new
students are: C. W. Bailey, W. L. Walker, V. W. Barrier,
J. F. Aycock, W. W. Travis, N. R. Allen, J. S. McClinton,
W. J. Jordan, Woodward Leech, Hunt Leggett, Oliver Donnell,
Gid Vardaman, S. W. Murphy, J. A. McCormack, J. D. McGov-
ern, D. C. Harper, W. P. Harper, S. T. Lyles, L. B. Robinson,

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John Whitaker, N. D. Kittrell, Clarence Pollard, Howard
Thompson, W. B. Smith and W. R. Garrett.

"The Bank of College Brass" is a strong institution recently
established at Millsaps with a capital stock of $1,000,000;
$500,000 Surplus. The charter was recently approved by
President Murrah. Officers: D.T. Ruff, President; E. B. Sharp,
Vice-President; T. B. Blunt, Cashier; J. L. Wise, Teller. Di-
rectors: E. C. Black, R. M. Brown, P. C. White, 0. H. Green.
J. M. Hard, E. Q. Head, A. C. House, J. N. Hall, R. M. Garrett,
A. Q. Oats, B. T. Wheat, F. B. Mayes. The bank is sure to
succeed and earnestly solicits your patronage.

It is reported that a colony is being formed and that soon
it will emigrate from the college world to that far-away and
barbarous land of Prepdom. It is stated that the College
Professors are tired of examinations "without representation"
and have determined to reduce their own taxation.

Millsaps College is putting herself on record this year with
the other great colleges of the nation by the pubhcation of an
Annual which shall give a complete view of college hfe as it
is at Millsaps. The Editor-in-chief and the Business Manager
were selected by the faculty and each of the literary societies
elected two associate editors and one assistant business manager.
This pubhcation is to be managed by the two literary societies,
the Galloway and Lamar. This first publication is sure to
succeed because of the men of push and tact which compose the
staff. The following gentlemen are those to whom we look for
this great college organ: A. P. Hand, Editor-in-chief; J. B.
Ricketts, Business Manager; L. F. Barrier, L. E. Price, E. B.
Allen, J. N. Hall, Associate Editors; H. L. Sumerall, J. L. Neill,
Assistant Business Managers. The name of the annual is
Bobashela, the Choctaw word for "Howdy."

Mr. V. Y. Felder, a member of the class of '05, decided to
take a wife instead of a diploma. Others would like to do
likewise.

Prof. Walmsley recently stated in his lecture on Sociology

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that none but the poorer element of the population of a state
ever moved to another state. He probably had forgotten
that he was from Vhginia.

It seems that the fraternity goats have been laboriously
ridden lately. Boys, did the William Goat fling you?

Mrs. Schwartz will give her recital, assisted by the Glee
Club on the evening of February 3rd, in the college chapel.
This will be something very fine and every student in should
attend by all means, not only should he attend but he should
show his lady friend in the city, who has been wasting valuable
time on him for years past, how he appreciates her kindness
by bringing her to the recital. Boys, are you game?

Bishop GaUoway will deliver a lecture in the near future
before the student body on the life of L. Q. C. Lamar. Bishop
Galloway has been invited by the Lamar Society to give the
student body this great treat of hearing Mississippi's greatest
statesman and jurist eulogized by her prince of pulpit orators.
The literary societies at Millsaps chose well when they selected
the two great men as the men after whom they would pattern
and whose virtues they would emulate.

"Prep" Wasson says that his board costs him $6.20 per
month. $6.00 of this amount is invested in food and 20 cents
for Liver Regulator,

The literary societies are doing splendid work this term.
They have recently decided to have inter-collegiate debates
hereafter and committees have been appointed to arrange
as soon as possible for a series of inter-collegiate debates.
This is a splendid idea and will be productive of much good.
Millsaps has made a great record in oratorical contests because
of her splendid orations and we feel sure that she could do
the same in debates. Let the societies start this new scheme
by electing the strongest men to assume this first responsibility.
The officers of the societies for this term are as follows: Gal-
loway— J. E. Carruth, President; T. E. Pegram, Vice-President;
E. C. McGilvray, Treasurer; C. L. Neill, Recording Secretary;

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0. Baxtrom, Corresponding Secretary. Lamar — ^M. S. Pittman;
President; L. F. Barrier, Vice-President; A. Rogers, Secretary,
R. A. Tribble, Corresponding Secretary; C. H. Kirkland, Treas-
urer.

All school boys are looking for a model girl, but each has
a different model, strange to say.

Graham — Dr. Moore, I disagree with Mr. Young, the author
of this book on astronomy, on the subject of the moon's in-
fluence upon the earth.

Dr. Moore — Yes, Mr. Graham, the scientists and common
people have been differing for a long time on deep questions
like that.

Rev. 0. W. Bradley, the school boy pastor of Braxton
charge, says that he hears a big sermon every Sunday, for he
hears one of Talmage's sermons. How many other preachers
do also? Fess up, Biblits!

Boys, be sure to get a piece of Jim Heidelberg's hair before
he goes on the stage as leading man in the Harris Comic Opera!
He will make his debut in the Spring time in the city of New
York, no doubt.

If it's egotism you want, call on the Juniors.

The honor system is the thing; let the faculty and students
co-operate in this.

The man that keeps his mouth shut and remains silent
is usually thought to be very wise, but the man who adopts
that method in the class room when he is asked a question is
thought to be a very great fool. The right thing at the right
time is what counts.

The Junior class had a meeting recently for the purpose
of investigating the real status of college life in regard to honesty
on examinations. They found upon discussion that a great
deal of dishonesty has been practiced on examinations hereto-
fore. Therefore, in order to place college honor on a higher

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plane than heretofore, they prepared resolutions condemning
any form of dishonesty or cheating on examinations, declaring
any person, who would be guilty of such, to be guilty of perjury
and theft; furthermore, each and every member of the class
promises and affirms that if he sees any form of dishonesty
on examinations that he will report the person guilty of the
same to the faculty, expel him from the class, and petition
the faculty that he be expelled from college. All praise to the
Juniors! This is the way to get at this great college evO. AH
unfairness cannot be prevented by the professors, it matters
not how careful or vigilant they may be, but when the student
body takes this matter in hand, it insures honesty, for no man,
if he is a man, will go against the sentiment of his fellow-student
and this takes the burden off of the teacher and makes a pass
and a diploma worth something. Let other classes follow
the example of the Junior and coUege life will be purified and
college boys will be men.

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT.

J. E. Carruth, Jr., Editor.

The last issue of the Mississippi College Magazine is better
than usual. The departments are almost complete, and the
editors are aHve to their work. "Bunny" is a fairly good story,
that might have been improved by being better written, as the
plot, though simple, is sufficient for a complete story. Far
above the ordinary is the essay on "Solitude," and by its study
one plainly sees the importance of such hours, as the writer
so forcibly presents it. The best attempt at verse it contains
is "Going Back to the Farm." In connection with this we look-
ed for acknowledgements to a better known poet, as there was
such a likeness in form, wording, and thought.

Here's to him, winner!

Here's to her, won!
But think of me, loser.

Poor Son-of-a-gun! — Ex.

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1^ One of the most attractive journals that comes to us is.
the Emory Phoenix, from Oxford, Georgia, and especially is
this so of the Christmas number. This is one of the few
magazines that seems to represent nearly completely the differ-
ent phases of college life. This is heightened by the strong and
active character of the editors as they press the claims of their
distinctive features of the work.

The Phoenix is full of excellent stories that rise easUy
above the mediocre, and contains the best story seen in our
exchange, "Genette." The plot and style of this story is es--
pecially good, and the writer also manages to give a distinct
personahty to the characters, as far as the limit of the story
will allow. "The Two Extremes" is a creditable piece of verse.
Its writer is quite successful in presenting the perfect analogy
between the tiny brooklet and the sturdy oak, and the two
extremes in man, and in the truth that he would present. But
with all its pleasantness for reading, this paper lacks the decided
and important weight and force that might have been given
it by an essay, such as is found in some of our exchanges that
are less complete as a whole.

A kiss is the meeting of two souls, but when a third sole —
on the foot of the girl's father — mixes in, it is more of a collision.

—Ex.

Another of our most attractive journals is the Whit worth
Clionian, ranking among the best, for cover, form, and arrange-
ment. While appearance is not all by any means, yet it counts
for much and cannot be neglected. The Clionian is not at-
tempted on a large scale, but usually contains about two
stories and essays, and a piece or two of verse, besides the
material from the various reporters. The December issue,
however, is considerably inferior to the former ones. The only
story, "Aunt Mandy 'Seed the Difference' " in a fau-ly true
way depicts the old negro's style of expression, reveals the great
difference between the old and new Christmas, as felt by all

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who knew both, and especially by the old time negroes. And it
also shows the characteristic delight by them in telling this
difference. The essays, while they are good and well written,
are too limited to treat as they should the subjects.

The Olive and Blue comes to us weekly, showing that the
students are so full of zeal for every interest of their school, that
one immediately learns to admire it as their true representative.

For solid matter. The Review and Bulletin, from Greens-
boro, Ala., is our best exchange for the month. The articles,
"Compulsion or Inspiration" and "America means Opportuni-
ty," especially the first, show splendid strength of thought, and
precision in choosing words and presenting his work. We
mention "America's Altruism" and "Education Visionary and
Real" also as creditable productions; but the only story it
contains is hardly above the average. The two poems, however,
add to, rather than detract from the worth of the magazine.

"Have you seen the new dance called automobile?"
"No, sort of breakdown, I suppose." — Ex.

It is a pity that when people reach the age of discretion
they do not stay there. — Ex. -^

A K. U. girl has the following classic lines attached to a
broom she anticipated giving as a wedding present:
"This small gift accept from me.

Its use I recommend;
In sunshine use the brushy part,
In storm the other end."
• — ^The Transylvania.

There's never a rose in all the world

But makes some green spray sweeter: ^

There's never a wind in all the sky , ^ f ^

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But makes some bird wing fleeter;
There's never a star but brings to heaven

Some silver radiance tender,
And never a rosy cloud but helps

To crown the sunset splendor;
No robin but may thrill some heart,

His dawn-light gladness voicing,
God gives us all some small, sweet way

To set the world rejoicing. — Ex.

The Three Waves from the Sea.

I.

The fisher's child played in the white sea sand.

And he cried to the shining sail far from the land;

And the wavelets danced 'neath the sun's bright gleam;
For the land was bright and the sea was fair,
And the child knew nothing of sorrow or care,
And its life was a playful dream.

II.

The fishermaid sang to the morning spray.

And she laughed as she sang, for her heart way gay,

For what was her sorrow, or why should she mourn?
For the land was bright and the sea was fair.
But her lover was out on the sea somewhere,
And she longed for his safe return.

111.

The fisher's wife wept through the raging storm,

And she knelt as she wept o'er a lifeless form.
And the storm fiend laughed through the hissing foam;
For nothing but heaven is bright or fair,
And the world is full of sorrow and care,
* And heav'n is the longed-for home.

— Vox Wesleyana.

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Grab Her I

G. — "Quite a clever girl, isn't she?

M. — "Clever? Why she has brains enough for two!"

G. — "Marry her, old fellow! Marry her as quick as you

cam

If somehow you fail to see the joke
Don't frown and call the thing a poke.
Put on a grin, try to laugh some, do,
And say it's all just utterly "too too." — Ex.

We will never buy your dry goods
We don't hke you any more,
You'll be sorry when you see us
Trading at some other store.
You can't sell us any sweaters,
Four-in-hands, and other fads,
We will never trade at your store,
If you don't give us your "ads." — Ex.

We wish to acknowledge receipt of the following maga-
zines: Emory Phoenix, University of Mississippi Magazine,
Blue Mountain College Magazine, The Whitworth Clionian,
The Olive and Blue, Monroe College Magazine, The College
Reflector, The Observer, The Hillman Lesbidelian, Mississippi
College Magazine, The Emory and Henry Era, The Hendrix
College Mirror, The Journal, Randolph-Macon Monthly, The
Mansfield Collegian, The Columbia Collegian, The Deaf Mute
Voice, The Oracle, The Spectator, Review and Bulletin, and
Vox Wesleyana.

The Millsaps Collegian.

Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., FEBRUARY, 1905. No. 5.

A PIONEER STORY.

It was a night in January, during one of those cold spells
that so suddenly sweep over the southern part of Mississippi,
ond Uncle Robert Walton drew his chair up in the corner
of his cabin, now and then shoving the pine logs closer together
to make them burn brighter. Uncle Bob, as he was fondly
called, was a great favorite with the boys of the settlement.
He used to bring them candy, peanuts, tops, and things like
that, and besides this he used to tell them stories about the
sea and foreign lands. And on this night a half dozen of the
youngsters had gathered around him in his cabin to hear him
talk. Uncle Bob seemed to be lonely, as if he was thinking
of bygone days, and one of the boys, growing impatient that
Uncle Bob should be so slow, spoke up and said, "Uncle Bob,
we have come for a story."

"Yes, a story, a story," they all said,

"Well," said Uncle Bob, "I was just thinking of one,
but it is the saddest story ever told. Shall I tell it?"

"Yes, yes," they said.

"Well," began Uncle Bob, "many years ago a company
of settlers pushed their way tlirough the wilderness and settled
here on the banks of the Pascagoula. In that company
among others were my father and I, a young man named
Walter Hamlin, John Hallam, and his daughter Gertrude.
Hamlin soon rose in favor with the settlers and was recognized
as the leader of the settlement, while Gertrude was the idol
of all hearts. It soon began to be rumored that Gertrude
and Hamlin were to be married, but she had always been a
great friend of mine and I did not believe that she loved him.

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I strove time after time to tell her of my love, but Hamlin
and I had Aever been friends and the thought of him would
choke my words.

"One Sunday while she and Hamlin were returning from
church, a shower of arrows rained upon them from out a
cane-brake. Gertrude fell to the ground wounded by an arrow,
and Hamlin took to his heels. I saw her fall and determined
to rescue her or perish in the attempt, so rushing to where
she had fallen, I took her in my arms and ran off as fast as I
could. Then another shower of arrows came down upon us,
then shower after shower was rained upon us from out the
cane-brake, then the terrible war-whoop of the Creeks broke
the stillness. I finally reached the settlement and although
wounded by tliree arrows, I got my gun and returned to fight.
We fought as we had never fought before, brave men died
at their posts of duty, and when the moon rose that night
almost a score of the settlers and many an Indian lay motion-
less, gazing up into her face. During the night, the Indians
recrossed the river and retreated toward the north. The
next morning I found my father severely wounded on the
field. I took him to the settlement where I found that Ger-
trude's wound was slight.

"We then proceeded to gather up the dead and to bury
them in the little church-yard. It was the largest and saddest
funeral the little settlement had ever witnessed. No one
could keep from weeping for the brave men who had died
that the settlement might live. Gertrude was there. It
was a sad scene, but seated beneath a spreading rose bush
I told her of my love, and she, although weeping for the brave
dead, told me that my love was returned. We finished burying
the dead as quickly as possible and returned to our houses,
for by this time it had grown late.

"The next morning my father received a letter from a
prominent lawyer in London stating that his uncle had died
and left him an estate valued at fifty thousand pounds.
My father's wound was very severe and it fell to my lot to go
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to allow my slight wounds to heal, I set out for London. It
took me more than a month to settle up the estate. Mean-
while, I had become attached to some gay friends; but at last
I had gotten everything in readiness to sail for New York.
I had engaged passage on a ship bound for New York, and as
I was walking down to go on board, I met one of my gay
friends and told him that I was off for New York. But he
told me that there was going to be a grand ball there that
night and that I must stay and attend it. I told him that
my ship would clear that evening and I could not stay. He
told me that there was another ship that would sail in a week,
and besides that it was a faster sailer and I would get to New
York sooner by waiting than I would if I sailed then. Stay
I did, but the other ship never sailed.

"It was a stormy time, war was declared, the ports were
closed, and I had to stay there three long years more. When
peace finally came, I took passage on the first ship that sailed
for New York. When I went on board the ship, something
seemed to say to me, 'All is lost, the ship that would have
carried you safely home long ago has sailed awa>.' It tor-
mented me day and night during the whole voyage and when
I reached New York it troubled me more than ever. At New
York I took passage on the first ship bound for New Orleans.
Wlien I reached New Orleans, I hired a carriage and started
through the country for the settlement on the Pascagoula.
We drove all night, all day, and all the next night and reached
the church-yard just at sunrise. The same feeling came over
me more strongly than ever, 'All is lost.' I told the driver
to drive by the church yard. I went to the rose bush where
we were engaged and its twigs and leaves were all drooping
as if they were weeping and saying 'All is lost.' I glanced
down at the ground beneath the bush and there I saw a little
mound of earth, and looking more closely I saw a white marble
slab with 'Gertrude Hallam' written upon it.

"We drove on to the settlement and there I learned that
Gertrude had been very sick with brain fever. A report had
reached the settlement that I had been killed in battle; the

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shock was more than she could stand and her soul fled to the
great beyond. I went to sea, visited foreign lands, and traveled
far and wide, but nowhere could I be content. At last, growing
weary of this, I returned to the settlement here on the Pasca-
goula in order that I might be near where Gertrude sleeps."

By this time the pine logs had burned up and the last
ray of light faded away as the story was done and the boys
all left.

Now there are two little mounds of earth beneath the droop-
ing rose bush.

0. Backstrom, '07.

4

College Meditations.

(with apologies to I CORINTHIANS, 13.)

1. Though I speak with the tongues of Sophomores
and Seniors, and have not brass, I am become a green Prep,
or a verdant Freshman.

2. And though I have the gift of a Junior, and under-
stand all maidens, and young rich widows; and though I have
much love so that I could write volumes of rhyme, and have
not brass, I am nothing.

3. And though I can translate all ancient languages,
and though I can solve all mathematical problems, and have
not brass, it profiteth me nothing.

4. Brass lasteth long and is beneficial; brass keepeth
not quiet; brass vaunteth itself, is ever evident,

5. Doth behave itself most proudly, seeketh her own,
is not easily overcome, thinketh no defeat;

6. Rejoiceth not in humility, but delighteth in display;

7. Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all
things, endureth all things.

8. Brass never faileth: but whether there be high grades,
they shall fail; whether there be great speeches, they shall
cease; whether there be college honors, they shall vanish away
and be forgotten.

9. Fornow we work in part, and we play in part.

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10. But when the time of all work is come, then the
time of play shall be done away with.

11. When I was a Prep, I spake as a Prep, I understood
as a Prep, I thought as a Prep: but when I became a Senior
I put away prepish ways.

12. For now I look at life with one eye; but after com-
mencement I shall stare it square in the face: now I live on
grits and beef-steak, but then I shall live on my kinfolks.

13. And now abideth promissory notes, hope, and brass,

these three; but the greatest of these is brass. P. S. M,

4

THE ADVENTURES OF LING CHUNG.

"Well, Ling, I have selected a wife for you," said old Mr-
Chung to his little boy of ten. 'Twas very little Ling cared
about his future wife, as his mind was on other things, and
he therefore made his father no reply. Ling, having been
aroused by the Chino-Japanese war that had just closed, was
filled with an enthusiastic desire to travel, and so he decided
to run away from the little dirty hovel in Shanghai. The
idle boys of the city were usually found at the port, and es-
pecially when a steamer was due. There it was that they
could see the boats unloaded of cotton, opium, and fruits,
and loaded with rice, tea, and silk for Europe and America;
there they could also see strange people from all parts of the
world and great numbers of their own soldiers coming home
from the war. They would watch the steamboats as they
disappeared in the distance, wishing that they were on board
bound for another country. This eagerness at last ended in
action on the part of one of the boys; for one pleasant evening
Ling Chung, without even bidding adieu his aged mother
and father whom he looked upon that afternoon probably
for the last time in his life, boarded the Eastern Star, bound:
for Yokohoma. This was a sad day to his parents; he was;
the only boy and the idol of the family. Great rejoicing-
was had when he was born, great lamentation when they
thought he was lost and could not be found in the city.

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Shanghai if there had been a convenient way, but as there
was none, he was allowed to stay on board. When they
reached Yokohoma, Ling disembarked, and making his way
through the crowd at the wharf, went up into the city. There
were strange sights of every description open to his view.
It seemed to him that everything was different from what
it was at home; the streets were wider, the people were busier;
but what surprised him most was the custom of girls being
allowed on the streets, a habit that was not tolerated in Shang-
hai. His attention was so occupied tlu*ough the day that he
never once thought of home, but when the sun sank behind
the jagged mountains, casting its rays over the beautiful
blue sea, he for the first time had serious thoughts about the
little dirty hovel back in Shanghai. He made his way to
the suburbs of the city, and coming to a graveyard, had fallen
down upon one of the mounds and begun to cry, when he
was heard by a missionary lady who was passing nearby.
She spoke to him, for she knew the Chinese language as well as
the Japanese, and asked him to go home with her. As they
were the first Chinese words he had heard spoken during the
whole day, he readily responded to her kind and hospitable
request.

The next morning one new student was added to the roll
of the school the lady was teaching. All eyes were turned
toward Ling Chung, who studied at the top of his voice, and
persisted in turning Ms back to the teacher when he recited.
This caused the school children to laugh at him; but their
laughter was tmiied into praise sometime after that, when
he pulled a large boy off a smaller one whom the larger one
was beating most unmercifully, and offered to fight Mm if
he touched the little fellow again. The little Jap was very
gi'ateful to Ling Chung, and told his sisters and brothers about
the occiu-rence, but no one paid much attention to him except
Ms friend's little sister, that accompanied him to school every
morning, and who, to show her appreciation of the kind deed,
sent Ling a present the next morning. From this time on.
Ling Chung and Sing Zu became more and more intimate.

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and although the boys and girls were not allowed to play
together at recess, yet they cast glances at one another, wrote
notes, and did every thing possible to show their affection.
As months passed, their love for one another grew stronger;
for years they were sweethearts, and up to the time of their
graduation from the missionary school they remained much
more than true friends.

About this time the Government sent Ling Chung to the
military school at Tokio, and before leaving, he and Sing Zu
promised to correspond. Ling wrote to her soon after his
arrival at Tokio, but never received an answer. In the mean-
time, the dreadful disease of cholera had spread over the city
of Yokohoma, causing the deaths of hundreds of people, and
among them were the mother, father, and younger brother of
Sing Zu. She was in great trouble; her parents and younger
brother were dead, her older brothers had decided to be sailors,
and had left home; and she herself had not heard from Ling
Chung whom she thought was the only true friend she had.
Thinking that probably he had written to her while the city
was quarantined, she wrote to him, but not receiving an answer
immediately, she gave up the idea of marrying, decided to be
a professional nurse, and soon after left for Osaka.

Four years had passed since Ling's departure from Yoko-
homa. Sing Zu's letter to hiin had been in some manner
delayed, and though he had both answered the letter and
personally sought for his sweetheart, as yet his search had been
of no avail. Having graduated from the military academy,
he went to the front with his Japanese friends, as Japan had
now declared war against Russia. Through > ice and snow
they waded over Korea and Manchuria, sometimes being
defeated, but more often gaining sweeping victories over
their foe.

Ling Chung distinguished himself in many battles, and at
the siege of Lio Yang was promoted to Lieutenant. After
the fall of this place, his regiment was sent to Port Arthur,
where they remained for months, besieging the fortified city.
On Christmas day after a desperate effort, one of the Russian

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forts was carried by the Japanese, not however without the
loss of a whole Japanese regiment. The captain of Company A
having been killed, Ling Chung took command, only to be
crushed soon afterwards by a shell that exploded near him.
The surgeon soon ministered to the wounded, and found that
the most critical case was that of the yoimg Chinese Lieutenant;
for both his body and his face were badly bruised and much
disfigured. When the surgeon had dressed his wounds, his
face was so entirely covered with bandages that he could not
be recognized by any acquaintance. This young Lieutenant
was placed in ward No. 1 of the mihtary hospital at Osaka,
and was given for a niu-se a young Japanese girl who had been
there for some time. She gave him every attention necessary.
He became conscious on the morning of the first day of January,
and having informed him of his whereabouts, the nurse pro-
ceeded to remove the bandages from his face.

Just then a newsboy passed by the hospital crying at the
top of his voice, "Port Arthur has fallen!" Upon hearing
this, Ling attempted to leap from the bed, but finding himself
unable, and being satisfied with the results of the war, he
became resigned to death. As the nurse proceeded to dress
his wounds, she for the first time recognized him and called
him by his name, while he, having almost arrived at the point
of death, could but answer with a smile of recognition, and as
he breathed his last, Sing Zu fell down by the bedside and wept.

Ben Tindall.
4

JIMMIE'S TEST.

Several years ago, those few men who chanced to notice
the exceedingly dirty and grimy newsboy of whom they
purchased their morning paper, were impressed by the honesty
and sincerity that beamed out from under that outer coat
of dirt covering his face. The name of this newsboy was
Jimmie — merely Jimmie, though his fellows had suffixed to
this the appropriate title of "The Wind," in consideration of

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the quickness with which he disposed of his papers, and the
general energy that characterized all his work.

Born of obscure parentage in New Orleans, at a very
tender age — so far back, in fact, that he remembered nothing
before it — he had been thrown upon the cold world, and had
been forced to shift for himself. Despite the fact that this
had deprived him of all educational advantages, yet, during
the seventeen years of his turbulent life, the austere world
had not been utterly negligent in developing its young pupil,
and had taught him many things, some of which were even
more valuable than any that could have been acquired in the
school room. One of the greatest of these early lessons was
that of relf-reliance. Constant competition, and struggle
for his very existence, had made him stern, sober-minded,
and very grave.

The principal amusement of Jimmie, and practically
his only one, was swimming in the Mississippi River; and
sometimes in Lake Ponchartrain. As in the selling of news-
papers, there was sharp rivalry in this, so Jimmie became
very dexterous in the art of swimming, even so skillful that
he was commonly given the honor of being the most expert
swinuner of all the newsboys. Often, too, Jimmie could be
seen at the wharf, intently watching the great steamers as
they Were arriving at the city and departing thence. Naturally,
this interest manifested in ships betokened some phase of his
character. Indeed his whole dreams of the future centered
in these great transporters of commerce. Ever since child-
hood he had desired to be on the river, and this desire seemed
to increase with his years.

But in oiu" hasty glance at the character of Jimmie we
are apt to inadvertently place him in that class of ragamuffins
that infest the streets of our large cities and are to be found
in our juvenile courts. If any of my readers have taken up
this mistaken idea, they had best immediately dispel it from
their minds, for Jimmie's character deserves a more just crit-
icism from them.

As I have before said, Jimmie had little chance for educa-

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tion; yet, in some miraculous way lie had not only learned
his alphabet, but had acquired considerable knowledge in
both English and Mathematics. During his younger days
he had pondered much over the mysterious letters on his
newspapers, and with great energy had determined to solve
these wonders; thus he had learned to read. The explanation
of the manner in which he had learned to figm-e offers a more
complex problem. The beginning is probably found in the
necessity for some knowledge of arithmetic that he incmred
when settling for his newspapers. Add to this desire to read
and necessity to figure the unusual brighntess of his mind,
and it is easy to understand how at the age of seventeen he
possessed so unusual an amount of practical knowledge.

It was with beaming eyes, as if the realization of his long
dream to be on the river had already taken place, that one
morning he sees in the "want" columns of one of the papers
an advertisement for an assistant mail clerk on the steamer
"Helena."

A few minutes later he was standing at the entrance to
to the private office of the steamship company's President,
the third in a long list of applicants. After much waiting,
he at last stood face to face with the President, with no recom-
mendations whatever for the position. But the directness of
his appeal, the forcefulness of his speech, no less than that
same earnest look which had attracted whoever chanced to
notice him when buying a paper, soon settled the fact that
he was to be the assistant mail clerk on the steamer "Helena."

It is six months later when we again take up the story of
Jimniie. During those six months he had not only been
transacting the business of assistant mail clerk between New
Orleans and Natchez, but at the same time by much reading
had been familiarizing himself with the general postal business
of the United States. He did not know that an important
postal position in Washington was at that time vacant, and
that the Postmaster General of the United States had com-
municated to the postmaster of New Orleans as to whether
the latter knew any unusually apt young man to fiU the place.

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and that he himself had been reconunended. Neither did he
know that the mail clerk had ordered the porter to apparently
by accident drop into the river the mail-bag, at this little
landing in the woods that they were now making.

"Tell the porter to be ver.y careful with this bag," the
mail clerk instructed Jimmie as the latter picked up the mail-
pouch preparatory to taking it to the porter, "for it is of un-
usual importance."

Jimmie nad communicated to the porter this order and
was standing on the lower deck of this boat, watching her make
the landing. It was a warm night in June. From the heavens
myriads of stars besprinkled the waters of the placid Missis-
sippi; and the moon, just now sticking her head above the
thick foliage on the banks of the river, made the water in her
path appear as if studded with millions of diamonds. The
frogs in the woods, too, by their discordant cries, furnished
harsh music, well suited to the wild surroundings. Another
few minutes , and the shipping clerk, with his book and pencil
in hand, and the porter, carrying that mail-bag, which was to
play so important a part in the after life of Jimmie, were rapidly
crossing the gang-plank. But ah! that bag was never to reach
the shore! Wlien the porter was about midway of the plank,
the bag was seen to slip from his hands, and to fall into the
dark waters below, where it was rapidly borne down stream by
the current.

Jimmie could hardly believe his eyes. After such special
orders, why should the porter be so careless? But it was done:
there was no time to search for a cause. A remedy must now
be sought. With blank countenances, all that had seen the
incident looked at the little black object on the water's surface,
that was every moment becoming less visible. No one seemed
to exert himself in the least toward saving the bag, thought
Jimmie; why should he, a mere boy, be held responsible for its
safety? Then that fearful word, "Important," rang in his
ears. Probably he was the onlj' one that knew the bag was
so important. It was this thought probably more than
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and coat, and swim towards that little object now so far in
the distance.

Quickly his skillful strokes bore him down stream, but
equally rapid the mail-bag appeared to be carried by the
■cm-rent He was mistaken in this, however, for in ajfew minutes
he had leached the bag, and had tiu^ned around to return tb
the boat. But the big steamer that he had so lately left was
now a long way off. Already slightly fatigued, with broad
expanses of water on all sides, for the first time he felt his own
weakness. But the brave heart of Jimmie was not to be daun-
ted by these obstacles. With manful courage he set out on
the return trip, holding with his left arm the mail-bag, with
his right swimming.

Stroke by stroke he came nearer the boat, but each stroke
was also making him more exhausted. He had proceeded
about half way, and was so tired that it was as much as he
could do to keep his body above the water, when the dark
outline of one of the boat's skiffs was seen bearing down upon
him. Another minute and a hand had reached out and seized
him by his wet shirt. This was all he knew.

An hour later, when through his dimmed eyes he first
took any notice of his surroundings, Jimmie found himself
in a small state-room, which a second look sufficed to show
was his own private one on the steamer. The mail clerk sat
by him on the bed. "Take this," said the latter, as he handed
to Jimmie an official-looking document, "and my congratula-
tions along with it. You have stood the test."

King H. Pullen, '08.

T.HE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAIN.

Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., FEBRUARY, 1905. No. 5.

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College,

A. P. HAND Editor-in-Chief

J. E. CARRUTH, Jr. Associate Editor

M S. PITTMAN Local Editor

W. N. DUNCAN Literary Editor

S. M GRAHAM Alumni Editor

W. A. WILLIAMS Business Manager

L. E. price, D. T. ruff Assistant Business Managers

Bemittances and business communications should be sent to W. A.
Williams, Business Manager. Matter intended for publication should
he sent to A. P. Hand, Editor-in-Chief.

Issued the 15th of Each Month During the College Year.
Subscription, Per Annum, $1.00. Two Copies, §1.50 Per Annum.

EDITORIALS.

The relation of public schools to colleges is
Public fundamental. The primary school is the base
Schools, upon which all higher l;raining is founded. Its
end should be the college's beginning. Where
it fails in this a gap is left that must be filled by some intermediate
institution. In towns the high schools accomplish this func-
tion. But ninety per cent, of our people live in rural distric^^s
and have not access to this advantage. Because our free
schools fail by two years in preparing pupils for admission to
a first-class literary college, the majority of our population
are prohibited from entrance to college and acquisition of any

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higher education. Because of this most colleges are forced
to maintain a large preparatory department. This is not only
a menace to the college but is most inadequate and ill accom-
plishes its purpose. Less than ten per cent, of the men in
college have come up tlirough the preparatory department.
This means that over ninety per cent, of college men come
from high schools. Only one-eighth of the educable children
of the state live in separate school districts and can attend
high schools. This one-eighth sends nine men while the seven-
eighths in the free schools send only one.

What causes such a difference? The training the children
get in our free schools is not such as will inspire a desire for
more education. Few children naturally love study. They
have to be educated to the point of liking ; text-books. Their
first experience in education is not such as would induce them
to make sacrifices to obtain more. The teachers are paid
on an average $186 a year. The crude field-hand gets as much;
the day laborer twice the amount. The inevitable consequence
is teaching is only a stepping stone to something desirable,
or a residuum for all failures. With a hope of S186 a year,
who of merit could be induced to choose it as a life work or
spend thousands in adequate preparation? If a teacher does
get more than a free school education and prepares himself
to teach, he gets a better salary, leaves the free school, and
nine-tenths of our educable children are still in the hands of
make-shifts. In most cases the school house is a disgrace
to the community, dingy, ugly hovels, looking m^ore like a
forsaken negro cabin than where we expect to be sown the
germs of a future life, a life that shall beautify and ennoble
the world. Arc we surprised that the pupils become disgusted
with school and education? Yet in the midst of such revolting
circumstances we expect them to acquire a love for learning
and form a determination to go to college.

The training they get is not such aswolud fit them for higher
education were they to desire it. We spoke of the lack of
competent and deserving teachers. Ne requirement is made

LOCAL DEPARTMENT.

M. S. PiTTMAN, Editor.

There can be but two conclusions to draw about this
weather. One is that the weather man has lost his conscience,
the other is that he is letting his ten year old son experiment
with his business.

A Senior, after sweating over a math lesson and a review
for a Geology "exam," wrapped his robe around him and lay
down to pleasant dreams; but the weather changed before
morning and when he waked he was a petrified man, a pure
icicle.

The faculty and students were given a rare treat on the
evening of 3rd inst., in the form of a lecture by our Bishop
Galloway. The lecture was given for the first time and under
the auspices of the Lamar Literary Society, since the subject
of the lecture was L. Q. C. Lamar. This is perhaps the Bishop's
masterpiece of the kind. Though the weather was bad and
the audience medium from that cause, the lecture was a great
success. The Bishop was full of his subject and every listener
was anxious to hear. When the lecture was over the Lamar
Society extended to Bishop Galloway a unanimous vote of
thanks.

On the evening of February 4th, Alpha Mu chapter of
the Kappa Alpha fraternity gave an alumni reception to the
urban members of the order. A number of interesting speeches
were made, both by members of the alumni and by active
members of the chapter. After the speaking was over, the
"fraters" retu-ed to the parlors where fruit, nuts, punch and
cigars were found in abundance. The occasion was entirely
informal, fraternity reminicsences were recounted, and the
event was one of much pleasure for all present and was an.
epoch of much importance in the history of the chapter. As
a souvenir of the occasion the chapter gave a neat and tastefully
arranged calendar, made of the fraternity colors, with the name

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of the chapter, the date of the reception, the name of the order,
and badge and coat of arms stamped upon it.

Bro. Hall says he knows why the weather has been so
cold recently. He says it is because the wind is coming from
the direction of his girl's house, and that everything up that
way is like an iceberg.

Sam Osborne was recently heard to say while asleep:
""Frances, there are too many boys up here in Jackson for me
to leave you here, won't you go to Norfield with me?" Psychol-
ogy teaches, I believe, that as a man thinks while awake, so
will he in his sleep. Is that true, Sam?

At the last business meeting of the Y. M. C. A., the officers
for the next college year were elected. The Association has
made a marvelous gains dm-ing the last year. Dm-ing the
present session more than $200 has been paid into its treasury;
ninety men are taking Bible study; ninety-two are enrolled
in mission study, and a number of other improvements have
been made. The Acssoiation has succeeded under its present
administration as never before and it is believed that this is
but an earnest of what is to be accomplished by the next."
The newly elected officers are: C. L. Neill, President; J. A.
McKee, Vice-President; 0. Backstrom, Secretary; C. H. Kirk-
land, Treasurer.

The literary societies recently elected their officers for
the third term. The following gentlemen were elected: of
the Lamar — L. F. Barrier, President; C. H. Kirkland, Vice-
President; J. L. Carlton, Secretary; W. F. Miirrah, Treasurer;
S. I. Osborn, Corresponding Secretary; C. W. Bailey, Chaplain;
Ben Tendall, Censor; J. B. Ricketts, Critic. Of the Galloway —
'S. M. Graham, President; J. L. Neill, Vice-President; E. D.
Lewis, Recording Secretary; J. M. Hand, Assistant Secretary;
O. B. Eaton, Corresponding Secretary; C. R. Nolen, Treasurer,

Miss Mary Moore was the charming hostess of a St. Valen-
tine Party on the evening of the fourteenth. Miss Moore's

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guests on that occasion were Misses Bertha Ricketts, Bessie
Huddleston and Susie Ridgeway; Messrs. Bradford, Eaton,
Ricketts and Pittman.

Rev. Mr. Bachman conducted chapel exercises for us one
morning recently. Mr. Bachman is from Paducah, Ky., and
is in our state in the interest of inter-denominational Sunday
School Conventions.

M. S. Pittman was recently chosen by the faculty to repre-
sent Millsaps in the Intercollegiate Oratorical contest.

Prof. Olin Moore, of the chair of Modern Languages, after
a visit of some weeks to his home in Missouri, has returned to
us much restored in health.

What would you think is to be the profession to be fol-
lowed by these young men, when judged by the investments
that they are now trying to make?

Purcell is trying to purchase a small Lott in Jackson.

E. B. Allen is trying to secure a large quantity of Psalms.

J. N. Hall is trying to trade for a great amount of Comforts
in Kosciusko.

Mr. Graves is thinking of contracting for a Coffin.

Mr. W. S. Pettus was with us recently and gave a very
fine address to the students in the Y. M. C. A. Hall in the
interest of missions. This was the cause of many of the boys -
taking up mission study.

T. M. Bradley is. now the "sport" of the campus, since he
has set the new style of pressing his trousers with the wrong
side out.

Cook received a telegram Friday night. The dispatch
was an injunction from the Trans-Siberian Nail way Co.
Nothing serious' however.

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Yielding to an earnest entreaty, we will not make any
mention of Fikes and his bald head in this issue.

Just as we go to press the announcement is made by the
college faculty that Mr. S. M. Graham has been chosen to repre-
sent Millsaps in the oratorical contest to be held between the
representatives of the first class colleges of the state during
the Gulf port Chautauqua. This new contest has just been
arranged for and will come off in the middle of the month
of July. Millsaps will be well represented on that occasion;
through Graham we predict foi Millsaps a glorious success.

[ALUMNI DEPARTMENT.

S. M. Graham, Editor.

We have|visiting us Mr. George Lott Harroll, who took
his B. S. in '99, and afterwards took his M. A. He then spent
two years in Chicago University and only lacks a part of a
year's correspondence of having finished his Ph. D.

Mr. Harroll has won the highest esteem of all those who
know him and now occupies the chair of Mathematics and
Astronomy in Epworth University. He reflects credit upon
his Alma Mater, and on his present visit was received with a
cordial welcome, especially by Dr. Moore, as all alumni are
who always knew their Math lessons.

Mr. HarroU's return to the state was occasioned by the
death of his father. The Alumni Association extends to him
its deepest sympathy in his bereavement.

Mr. T. E. Mortimer, '04, was on the campus recently,,
having come to the city on legal business. He has offered a
gold medal for excellence in the Law Department, which not
only shows very great interest in the institution, but is calcu^
lated to arouse more interest in the department and result in-
more efficient work.

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Our representation in Vanderbilt, is by the entrance of
Mr. 0. S. Lewis, '03, in the Thelogical Department.

Rev. J. M. Lewis, '04, was a very welcome visitor to Mill-
saps campus recently. He was all smiles, as usual and was
very proud to see the boys; but, really, we think there was
another attraction in the city of long standing which was the
occasion of his return.

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT.

J. E. Carruth, Jr., Editor.

One thing is noticed by exchange editors, perhaps more
than any others, but also by all who are interested in college
papers, is their appearance. Of the separate features of a
magazine, this stands very prominently at the front. The
contrast of their effect is as great as that produced by a well
dressed gentleman of manly bearing and a street ruffian, lost
to all sense of decency and respect. This great defect is often
due to a lack of exertion on the part of the managers, who
sacrifice the good appearance of the publication at entirely too
dear a cost in the vain hope that they may produce a cheaper
issue. A cheaper one indeed it is, and its patrons, both sub-
scribers and advertisers, realizing it, discount its real value
accordingly.

The magazine is also rendered much less presentable,
by a lack of proper taste in the arrangement of matter. Some
of our exchanges crowd the articles upon each other until
there is barely room left for a dash between them. Others
heap their masses of ponderous thought and logic so inces-
santly upon you, that you long for a chance for free breath.
Most people admire the pearl after it has been polished and
richly mounted, caring little for it in the depth; and if the gem
is of less real value, by so much the more we should not detract
from its worth by placing it in unattractive setting.

During an examination in Astronomy a student after

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writing awhile left the room. The professor looked, and read:
"Sun, moon, and stars, forgot, upward I fly." — Ex,

0, for a man who can address college students on some
other theme than "Your most glorious opportunities"! — Ex.

The best matter of The Journal is its essays, and, these
form the principal part of the issue. The "Hidden Meaning of
History" is evidently only a fine introduction of the theme.
"The Language Presentiment" is the best of the essays. In
it there is claimed in a hopeful way, and with good reasoning,
an established and bright place and prospect for the English
language.

Whatsoever a man seweth that will he easily rip. — Ex.

"A Mathematical Definition" attributed to the Millsaps
Collegian, was a clipping from The Observer, but tlirough
mistake was not so indicated.

The first article in the Ouchita Ripples, some lines of verse
on "Then," are well worthy of reprint. The best essay it
contains, on "The Statesmanship of Augustus" is both instruc-
tive and pleasingly written. "What the Smart Set Accom-
plished One Leap Year" is a creditable story for any college
paper. In it the personages are especially suited for the roles
they are to play, and the incidents and scenes conducive to the
desired effect. But the simple statement about the girl, that,
"She Smiles," seems rather less than would have been expected,
if not demanded. The editorials are forcible, but some of the
subjects chosen are more suited for our great dailies or a popular
monthly, than for a college paper.

The Polytechnian has for its first article a strong oration
on "Henry W. Grady." The style is not that of the too usual
bombastic eulogy, but rather of an amateur master of expression

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*'Hainlet's Sanity" is above the ordinary for an essay that
reasons well for that point of view. The arguments are clear,
and the quotations well chosen. But this number of the maga-
zine lacks entu^ely in stories.

Clippings.

Little grains of powder,
Little dabs of paint,
Make a girl's complexion
Look like what it ain't. — Ex.

The Flame and the Ashes.

We sat by the fire, she and I,

On a winter's night of the long ago;

In the shifting maze of the crackling blaze,

We sought the image of coming days.

Bright and wild from the dancing flame,

Castles of fame and of glory came;
And soft as the music of angels' wings.
As still as the song love's own heart sings,

Love sang her name in the flame.

Tonight but one dying ember

Bids the gloom of my soul depart.
As I sit in my lonely chamber.
In life's bleak, grey December,
I pray but just to remember.

Though the memory breaks my heart.

— Dartmouth Magazine.

Malus puer, passing by,
Vidit apple hanging high.
Bulldog, autum, vidit lad,
Canis chaseth puer bad.
0 Temporal 0 Mores!

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Puer runs cum might et main,
Fugit, tamen, all in vain,
Tandem concedit on his chin,
Et canis bites his trademark in.
0 Temporal 0 Mores!

— Maryville College Monthly.

To You.

I.
Sweet love to me has brought a balm
Unbought, — a restful, peaceful calm;
Nor to my heart a sweeter psalm
Could angels sing!
II.
Since love for you my soul hath bound.
How sweet to me hath hfe been found;
In toils and cares souUstirring sounds

Forever ring.
Nor can there be for me e'er sweeter melody.

— Emcr''" Phoenix.

Then.

BOYHOOD.

How each day drags! The years seem never ending.
It seems the time will never come

When
1, step by step, fame's ladder high ascending
Shall see my fellow-men in homage bending.

Ah, then!

MANHOOD.

Gone are my boyhood days, how swift their fleeting'
And now I long for that sweet time

When
The maid I love each day shall give me greeting

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What need of fame when hearts as one are beating!
Sweet then!

OLD AGE.

'Tis winter now. How cold the wind is blowing!
'Twill not be long. Soon conies the time

When
This frame, the paths of men no 'onger knowing,
Shall sleep beside my love 'neath flowers growing.

What then? — Ouchita Ripples.

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Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., MARCH, 1905. No. 6.

ELIXIR VITAE.

I was always possessed of an extraordinary passion
for adventure. Anything to lessen the tediousness of a
commonplace existence appealed to me to a degree very
strange to a man content to fill out life's monotonous
routine. It was this characteristic that was especially
assertive tonight. The steady patter of the rain upon the
roof of my boarding-house was the only sound to inter-
rupt the oppressive silence of the deserted streets. Not
a belated pedestrian could be seen making his way home
in the steady downpour of rain upon the pavement
below; not a single hansom could be -heard rattling
along the cobblestones. To my heated imagination it
seemed as if the whole world were dead and I the only
survivor. In desperation I snatched up a romantic
novel, hoping to find something in its pages to allay
the lonesomeness that was oppressing me. But the
book seemed only to increase my desire for activity, for
excitement. Its characters and actions were far too
commonplace to interest a nature such as ,my own.
Throwing it down, I began glancing vacantly around the.y
room. It all seemed only to increase my sense of oppres-
sion; and in desperation I threw on my coat and hat,
bursted through the door, and after bounding down a long
flight of steps found myself in the cool night air.

The rain had ceased; only the dripping roofs and
running gutters were left as reminders of the heavy
shower that had just passed over the city. A breeze

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setting in from the south had driven away the lowering
clouds of awhile ago, and had replaced them with a myriad
of stars that shone with a brightness that they display
only on a summer night. The fresh atmosphere was
especially soothing to my nerves; and, delighted at the
change from the closeness of my room, I walked several
blocks, meeting onh^ two or three sleepy policemen.

I had now reached that part of the city dedicated to
poverty and shame. The streets were ill-paved and
worse lighted. By the glimmer of the few street lights
I could see something of the miserable brick, hovels on
each side of me. Practically all of them had long since
been given over to bats and owls, but in some few there
were signs of human habitation. The broken window
panes of these relics of a forgotten past cast over me a
peculiar feeling of awe. I could, in my imagination, almost
see through the shattered panes of glass the ghosts of
a departed people come back to the scenes of their earthly
existence, only to find their former abodes filled with rats
and flying creatures of the night. Disgusted with these
thoughts I was about to turn back, when from the dark
mass of crumbling brick and stone just in front of me
came two blinding flashes, accompanied by an equal num-
ber of muffled explosions. At the instant of the last flash
I thought I saw through the window the spectral outline
of a man standing upright with hands rung over his head
as if in the last agonies of despair; and the next instant
I heard the sound of some heavy substance fall with a dull
thud on1»ejfiQor.

Overcome by this sudden interruption of the death-
like silence of the street, I stood perfectly still for some
moments, hesitating what course to take. Certainly
something very unusual had just taken place in that old
shack which had now resumed its quietude of a moment
before. And then the thought of that man — that appari-
tion— which was it? Was it possible that a place so quiet

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and peaceful now could have been the scene of such strange,
fantastic phenomena a moment before?

Hesitating- no longer, I sprang up the crumbling steps
and tried to open the door. It was locked. I next tried
two windows which were both barred, but through the
third I was able to torce my way into a deserted room. I was
almost stifled by the fumes of burning chemicals. By the
scant light of the street I was able to make my way into
the hallway and through two rooms without meeting a
soul or having a single sound to interrupt the awe-inspir-
ing silence, save the noise made by innumerable bats
flying hither and thither. The door of this second room
was left slightly ajar, and through this opening I was pre-
pared for the ghastly spectacle that was to meet my view
in the adjoining apartment.

The burning chemicals in this room cast just enough
light over the objects to make the scene one to strike awe
in the heart of a man. All about the floor was the glass
scattered by the recent explosion. In the center of the
room was a table covered by a multitudinous array of
chemical liquids spilled one into another, and dripping off
on to the floor. In the corner lay a man. His thin,
emaciated body told of privation and hunger. Coming
closer and striking a match, I could see a face that was
more like that of a ghost than of a human being. The
sunken cheeks had already taken on the pallor of death.
I spoke to him, but it was some moments before he
turned that death-like face up to me and managed to get
sufficient strength to tell me the sad story of his later life.

He had formerly been in the chemical department of
the government, but becoming charmed by the idea of a
life-sustaining fluid, he devoted his time to this to the neg-
lect of his other duties, and so brought about his dis-
charge. Unable to shake off the spefl of this attractive
idea, he had continued the search. When almost penni-
less and unable longer to support himself in respec-

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table society, he had chanced to run across this de-
serted house and here took up his abode. Always seeing-
success just ahead, he had refused to seek other work.
He had "spent his last penny some days ago for a crust
of bread, and since had been feeding his starving
body with the coming" plenty of a near future. Tonight
he had success surely within his grasp. Summing up
energ-y for this one last effort, he had joined together the
various compounds that were to bring him fame and
wealth. Only one remained to be added. In his imag-i-
nation he could picture the roseate future in store for hrni
— the bounteous table, the fame, the applause of a thankful
world eager to do honor to the man among men. Alas,
how different was the reality! That wealth and plenty
was but the remembrance of the last crust of bread now
long since gone; that fame was but the obscurity of a
pauper's grave !

His story so inconherently related was now finished.
The lips that had so lately opened to tell me of a disap-
pointed life were now closed by the iron hand of the Grim
Reaper. '"The limbs stiffened, the sunken cheeks took on
the hue of death, and with a last convulsive movement he
turned over on his back and fastened those glassy eyes on
me in a gaze I shall never forget. All was now stillness.
The flickering- light cast tne shadows of the room into a
thousand fantastic shapes. The rays of the moon coming-
though the broken panes of the adjoining- room threw over
the objects such a paleness that my excited imagination
could easily picture them as creatures of the spirit world.
Unable long-er to stand these death-like objects, that still-
ness, and the g-aze of the dead man at my feet, I made my
way as quietly as possible through the deserted chambers
and out of a house so fitting-ly dedicated to poverty and
death. King H. Pullen, '07.

Strive on, Oman, with your great brain
To reach the greatest goal —

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To do still better thing's again
With all your princely soul.

Think on, O man, with your g^reat mind

In all the problems broad;
For you will solve them some g-rand time,

Since you are led by God.

Strive on to reach the ideal state.

Where true perfection reig-ns —
Where heart in heart are joined the great

With honors on their names.

Strive on, O man, to live and g-row

In all the broad and wise;
Leave all the narrow thing's below

And mount into the skies!

J. C. ROUSSEAUX, '08.

I

THE PROPOSAL A LA MODE.

One of the most faithful tenants on the Stanford
plantation was Jud Henderson, who, with his sister, lived
on one of the best farms. Jud was a hard, patient worker
and was about as prosperous as any of his fellow-tenants.
He was very timid around women and seldom had any-
thing to say to them when they came to seehis sisteron Sun-
day afternoons. Instead of staying in the house and talking
to them, he would go for a walk through the crops ^r stay
about the barn with the stock. After several months, his
sister Martha married, and Jud was left all alone to "take
care of things." There was no one to feed the chickens
nor milk the cow, and he had to cook enoug-h each morning-
to last through the entire day. This state of affairs con.
tinned for two or three months, but soon grew very tire.,
some. As a housekeeper Jud was not an unqualified success.
After sitting up for a long time one night and thinking

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•ov^er his situation he determined to go over and ask Liza
Bartlett to share his home with him.

On the following- Saturday evening- he greased up his
boots, put on his best clothes, g-ot on his old horse and
went over. They sat on the porch in the moonlig-ht and
talked of the weather and crops till Jud ran completely out
of something- to say. He then sat for a long- time looking
up at the moon and saying nothing. Finally a cloud came
ov^er the moon whicb darkened it for several minutes.
Now was'the time of all times for him to tell her what was
in his mind. So after swallowing several times, he leaned
over near her and said:

"I'm er great min' ter bite yer."

"What fer yer wanter bite me?" she asked.

"Bekase yer won't have me," answered Jud ner-
vously.

"Bekase you ain't never axed me," she said.

"Well, now I ax yer," he said with a great effort.

"And now I has yer," she replied.

In a day or two Jud and Miss Liza went to the Justice
of the Peace, who soon put a welcome end to Jud's house-
keeping days.

COLLEGE YELLS.

Boom! Get a rat trap!
Bigger than a cat trap!
Boom! Get a rat trap!
Bigger than a cat trap!
Boom! Cannibal! Cannibal! sis boom bah!
TMillsaps, Millsaps, rah, rah, rah!

Millsaps, rah! Millsaps, right!
We are the boys of the purple and wliite.
Millsaps, rah! Millsaps, right!
Mllsaps College is out of sight!

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Boomer-ranger! Boomer-ranger!

Rah, rickety, re!
Miljsaps! Millsaps!

Hot rocks are we!

Speaking of medals, we get one -

Every time we try it, jnst for fun.
Millsaps has won six times straight: ;

All other colleges had better quit the State.

University, University, she's all right;
Mississip, Mississip, 's out of sight;
A. & M., A. & M., she's all cream;—
But Millsaps, Millsaps, is leader of the team.

LUNAR INFLUENCE.

"You have kept me waiting," Helen said as she met
him at the door.

''It was because I wished to be alone with you," he
said. "If I had been on time we should have had all the
crowd with us on the way over.''

EngL,ged couples are usuall}' sufficient unto them-
selves. He pulled lazily at the oars and they floated out
over the drowsing waters. Monte Santo lay on the hill-
side whence they had come, almost hidden within the foli-
age of the trees. Few sounds were borne to them from
its streets, and these served only to vary pleasantly the
monotony of the evening silence. As the boat passed
farther from the shore, the mountains eastward beyond
the city rose swiftly on the horizon. All about them the
lake lay in level calm, dark and mysterious, except where
the tremulous path of the boat reflected the beauty of the
moon.

Ray looked at the calm water and then toward the
sky, at the serene loveliness of the moon. Then a long-
ing for something that he could not explain seemed to

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pass over him. He dropped the oars and moved toward
Helen.

"I can't steer if you don't row, " she said.

"But just look at the moon," he began.

"Pshaw! The moon is dead and out of the world,'*
she interrupted.

"Anyhow, it seems to be a live issue just now," he
insisted.

"It's really only a ghost," Helen continued, "and for
a ghost it is too frivolous. Somehow one associates with
it all sorts of silly love makings and straw-rides and such
things. Byron said he was in the moon."

"Byron was in the moon?" he asked.

"Stupid ! No, he was in it, the-er-er, O the devil."

"What!"

"I mean the devil is in it. Do you understand at last?
Byron said, 'The devil is in the moon for mischief.' "

"Oh, not at all," he answered. "It's not the moon, or
the devil in it, either; it's something else."

"You mean it's me?"

"Yes, you," he agreed .

But Helen only laughed and said, "You think so, but
you are quite mistaken, it's the moon. And somehow it
makes one somewhat foolish, just enough moon-struck to
be silly."

"Not me," he said.

"Oh, you ! Perhaps you are not so sensitiv^e to its
influence. But any how, it's an awful big moon to-night;
you'll feel it before the evening is over. Mark my words.
You'll do something foolish very soon."

"Then I had better do something sensible while I
can," he said, as he kissed her.

"Not so silly yet?" he asked.

"Oh, not yet, "she said and smiled.

"That was quite the proper thing to do under all the
circumstances."

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"Including- the moon?"

"Including- the moon. Now if it had been another
g-irl, under all the circumstances, including the moon — "

"Absurd!" he cried." "As if I would kiss another
girl!"

"O, I think you could kiss another girl, if you tried.''

"But I wouldn't. "

"I should think not, indeed !" she exclaimed.

Then they sat silent until they joined the others of
the party on the opposite side of the lake. There was a
score of them, all young, even the chaperons.

From the beach a smooth lawn, varied by trees and
shrubberies, ran back a hundred yards or more. Beneath
the trees the shadows made mysterious darkness, an
abundance of romantic corners in which to murmur ten-
der vows. From the ball room floated the strains of a
Strauss waltz. Ray's partner for the next dance was a
pretty little brunette, all dimples and smiles, and full of
joy. As they paused for a moment in the shadows, her
eyes, darkly Hashing-, attracted him. His face was close
to hers; he kissed her, only once. Then she fled from
him. Suddenly he became sane and sorry; for he loved
Helen, and her only, and he cared not a bit for any other
g-irl. That act ended his pleasure for the evening-, tho'
the dancing continued until late in the night.

On the way back he rowed his best until their boat
was far ahead of the others; and then, for his conscience
would give him no peace, he turned abruptly toward
Helen.

"Do you believe I love you?"

"Why, yes," she answered, much surprised, "why?"

"I wish you to remember it, to keep it in mind just
now, remember, I love you — you — and nobody else ! "

"Well, what of it?"

"I kissed another girl to-night."

He had meant to tell it more skillfully, but now he
realized that it had been almost more than he could do to
tell it at all.

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There was silence. Helen sat motionless, her face
turned from him. At last he could endure it no longer.

"Helen !" he cried humbly.

"Do not speak to me !" she exclaimed, and her tone
was so bitter that he uttered not another word, till he
said "good nig-ht, " as he left her at the door.

For two days he thought the matter over. Then as
Helen had steadily refused to see him when he called, he
wrote her a letter, confessing the affair in full and humbly
asking for forgiveness.

The next afternoon he met her at a lawn party. She
smiled as he approached her, and held out her hand; he
took it gladly and said: "Then you — you ?"

"Yes, I what?"

"Forgive—?"

"O, that ! Of course," she answered, "You see you
confessed."

"I — I confessed?"

"Otherwise, I would never have forgiven you; for I
saw you kiss her."

"The dev — that is— I — thought you were merciless —
for a week now,"

"This is the third day," she corrected him sweetly.
"But you deserved all your punishment, even though you
confessed."

"I understand," he said soberly.

"And so, you see, I was right," Helen declared, tri-
umph in her voice.

"Eh ? right ?" he asked in astonishment.

"Yes I told you, he was in the moon; I said you'd do
something silly that night, and you did."

"Yes," he agreed gladly, "'he was in the moon that
night. I was silly — it was the moon."

But he searched his own mind with a question: Was
it the moon or the girl? And we leave our readers to
decide the question.

H. S. McClesky, '07.

T.HiE MILLSAPS COLLEGlAtN.

Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., MARCH, 1905. No. 6.

Fublished Monthltj by the Sttidents of Millsaps College.

A. P. HAND Editor-in-Chief

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EDITORIALS.

Most college publications persist in competing
College with our great newspapers and magazines. The
Stories. country is already surfeited with the groundless
opinions of mimic political prohpets, and college
men almost in vain seek a magazine of college men for college
men. In the daily paper we read of war with Russia; in the
novel, of a sentimental love affair; in text-books, a criticism
of the poets; in history, the theory of government. But to
find all in one we look to the average college publication.

Judging from their productions, story-writing must be
very unnatural to college students. The best are about life
and conditions wholly unknown to the writer. They treat of
love, of knights, and of battles. The hero must be good and

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brave and stoically slay at least one man. A lovely lady and
a love scene also are essential. As to the filling in, it matters
-not how, when, or where.

Have we not in actual college life experiences rich enough
to warrant the telling? Cannot we deal with conditions we
know better than with those of unguided imagination? Is
college life so immaterial as to refuse a groundwork for treat-
ment? In all our colleges characters richer than Hawthorne's
are awaiting to be delineated in cameos as exquisite. Around
oiu" college halls lurk legends capable of being wrought into a
mosaic as beautiful as Hiawatha. They wait the crystallizing
touch of the storj'-teller. i\nd yet the college man, heedless
of this rich mine of undeveloped resources, wastes his time in
unprofitable toil and loads his magazine "with the dross of
foreign strands.

Some one is alwaj^s pointing out to us our
College defects and in a cln'onic pessimistic spirit saying
Spirit. "things did not use to be so bad." They tell

us we have no spark of college spirit, that there
is no unity among the student body. The athlete and those
predisposed to finding irremediable faults, attribute it to our
lack of inter-collegiate athletics; a very pronounced "goat"
attributes it to the fraternity, and the frat man to the
"goat"; the noisy mischief-making "prep" says it is the "giind-
er," and vice versa. Wlien a senior leads and lower classmen
refuse to follow, they have no college spirit. When one-half
of a class want to "cut" recitation, and the rest refuse, the
refusers are "goody-good," afraid of consequences and totally
devoid of college spirit. When the student-body of then' own
accord run a man away for violating a rule of the college, does
that show lack of college spirit? Wlien we all meet as one man
and denounce the man who "jacks" on examination, is that a
lack of unity? Such spirit is not expressed in noise, because
it lies far deeper than the surface. No great show has been
made because no show has been necessary. At the State

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Oratorical Contest and our games in the city we have shown
we are surpassed by none in college spirit.

Yet, we do lack organization of the student body. Forced
to act in concert by our newly-adopted honor system, we should
meet together oftener. To promote such meetings we have
collected some of our college yells, which appear on a former
page. We have no practice in yelling; we usually meet just
before a great event to practice; we yell miserably out of time,
and can hardly speak for a week afterward. We hope that
every student will learn these yells and the student body will
have frequent meetings to practice them. We will need them
at a day not far distant.

From time out of memory, so long it has become
Monday ingrained in our very nature, we have been
Holiday, accustomed to school holiday on Saturday. If

we ask why should our weekly holiday be on
Saturday, no one can answer except that those before us have
had it on that day. All respect to our time-honored customs,
but past cutsoms should not be allowed to conflict wiih present
interests.

Every school boy is acquainted with the difficulty of
Monday's lessons, and many have become inured to a cln-onic
Monday failure. No one is disposed to study on Saturday
after a hard week's work. Few college men are provident
enough to prepare a lesson two whole days before recitation
If they do prepare it, all but a dim outline is forgotten by
Monday. The college man, for preparing Monday lessons,
has three choices: Saturdaj^, Sunday, or not at all. Many
choose that last, and what is worse, a great many more take
the Sundaj^ opportunity. We shall not go into any discuss-
ion of the right or wrong of Sunday study. Every one knows
and accepts the moral and physical phrase. We shall merely
say there is a great amount of it done in our college, considera-
bly more than most people imagine. Over 50% of our
students on Sunday take down their text-books witn as good

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a grace as their Bibles, to say nothing of those who study in
occasional "tight places". And we must also say that cir-
cumstances, while. not in the least excusing them, favor their
action and_ tend to make Sunday study more common.

Students have not an innate desire to study because
it is Sunday, they study for the morrow in spite of today's
being the Sabbath. To many of us it is immaterial when
our holiday should come. Monday recitations are inconven-
ient but not enough so to rouse us to vigorous action on our
own behalf. Yet it is such a temptation to others, and the
number of yieldings show how pressing the trial must be,
we should take some action and do all in our power to
remove its cause.

LITERARY DEPARTMENT.

W. N. DUNCAN, EDITOR.

The Clansman.

Tlie events narrated in "The Clansman" happened
during the Reconstruction period, that darkest hour in the
history of the South. The scene of the book is the cit}^ of
Washington, D. C, and tne foot hills of South Carolina. Its
theme is the development of the true storj ofthe "Ku Klux
Conspiracy" which overtm-ned the Reconstruction Regime.

"The Clansman," like "The Leopards' Spots" is planned
on the Race conflict. The events of the book are grouped
into four distinct parts, viz.:

(a) The Assasination.

(b) The following Revolution.

(c) The Reign of Terror.

(d) Tne Ku Klux Kian.

Ben Cameron, a brave, young Confederate Colonel, severe-
ly wounded in battle, is placed in a hospital in Washington
City. After his recovery he is to be hanged as a guerrilla.
His mother and sister Margaret, on reaching his bedside with
the intention of conveying him to his Southern home as soon

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as possible, learn with horror of his death sentence. Elsie
Stoneman, the nurse in the hospital who has tended Ben Cam-
eron, moved by an interest that she feels in her patient and by
the tears and prayers of his loved ones, goes with his mother
to President Lincoln and makes a personal plea for his pardon.
Elsie is the only daughter of the wealthy and influential Radical
Leader of Congress, Austin Stoneman, and she is the favorite
of President Lincoln. The President, touched by the strength
and justice of their plea, grants Mrs. Cameron a pardon for her
son. The asssassination of Lincoln occurs shortly after.

In the "chase of blind passion" following the assassination
of Lincoln, Austin Stoneman, Elsie's father, exerts all of his
powerful influence to have the Southern States blotted from
the map of the Union. This plan opposes in every point Lin-
coln's plan of binding together the Lhiion. Stoneman succeeded
in establishing the Reconstruction Regime.

Then comes the reign of terror in the South. Mr. Stoneman
being ordered South for his health, at the insistence of his
cliildren, Elsie and Phil, settles upon Piedmont, S. C, the home
of the Cameron's. The double love story of Ben Cameron and
Elsie, and of Phil Stoneman and Margaret Cameron relieves the
mind of the reader at times from the heart-rending scenes of
these stirring times so well portrayed here. First one insult
after another is inflicted on the white inhabitants of Piedmont
by their former slaves who are encouraged by the carpet-baggers
and, finally, a criminal assault upon a Southern girl, Mar-
ion Lenoir, by one of Dr. Cameron's quondam slaves, fans
into a mighty conflagration the mouldering flame of out-
raged innocence and wronged womanhood.

The negro brute meets his deserved fate at the hand
of the Ku Klux Klan. This Klan now takes things into
their own hands. "Suddenly from the mists of the moun-
tains appeared a white cloud the size of a man's hand. It
g'rew until its mantle of mystery enfolded the stricken
earth and sky. An invisible Empire had risen from the
field of death and challeno-ed the visible to mortal com-

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bat." Austin Stoneman is not convinced of the error of
his radical measures till his son, Phil, a true friend of the
Cameron's and a noble young- fellow, is at the point of be-
ing- executed, a result of a plot aimed by his father
against Ben Cameron who, as the leader in the movement
against the Reconstruction Regime, had incurred the
hatred of the radical unionist. The danger he has brought
on his son brings the old man to his senses. Only by the
skillful maneuvering of the Ku Klux Klan is the execu-
tion of Phil Stoneman prevented till his pardon arrives.
The father, all broken in heart, confesses the error of
his way and gives his consent to the marriage of his son
and daug-hter to Margaret and Ben Cameron. By the Ku
Klux Klan "civilization was saved and the South redeemed
from shame."

As we read it is interesting to note how some of the
characters in the book are developed and transformed by
the experiences through which they pass. The leading-
characters fall into four g-roups: first the prominent poli-
tical leaders, viz; Abraham Lincoln, U. S. Grant, Andrew
Johnson, Austin Stoneman and Charles Sumner; second,
the four characters who play the leading- part in the double
love story, viz: Ben Cameron, Grand Cyclops of the Ku
Klux Klan, and Elsie Stoneman, Phil Stoneman and Mar-
garet Cameron; third, those inhabitants of Piedmont most
closely allied by family ties and ties of friendship to the
lovers, viz: Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, Mrs. Lenoir and Mar-
ion, and Jake, a faithful family servant; fourth, the tools
in the hands of the scheming- politicians, viz: Howie, a car-
pet-bagg-er, Silas Lynch, a negro missionary, and Augus-
tus Carson, of the Black Guard. It is fitting tn pause here
to note the striking contrast drawn between Lincoln, in
whose expression is blended goodness, tenderness and
sorrow, and Austin Stoneman with his grim, eagle look
and cold, colorless eye. In an interview between these
two persons Stoneman says, "The life of our party de~

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mands that the negro be given the ballot and made the
ruler of the South. This can be done only by the exter-
mination of its landed aristocracy that their mothers shall
not breed another race of traitors. * * Such is the poli-
tical genius of the people that unless you make the negro
the ruler of the people the South will reconquer the North
and undo the work of the war." Lincoln says in reply,
"If the South in poverty and ruin can do this we deserved
to be ruled. The North is rich and powerful, the South
a land of wrecks and tombs. I greet with wonder, shame
and scorn such ignoble fear ! The North can not be
healed until the South is healed. Let the gulf be
closed, in which wel bury slavery, sectional animosity
and all strifes and hatreds. The good sense of our
people will never consent to your scheme of insane
vengeance." Again as a mystic light clothes his tug-
ged face, calm and patient as destiny, Lincoln slowly
repeats, "With malace toward none, with charity for all,
with firmness in the right as God gives me to see the
right, I shall strive to finish the work that we are in and
to bind up the Nation's wounds."

There are some striking incidents in "The Clansman"
well worth mentioning. There is an unspeakably tender
pathos and strength attached to Ben Cameron's declara-
tion of love for Elsie Stoneman. They are out in a skiff
just at sunset, drifting slowly with the tide. On the mor-
row Ben is to return to his Southern home and Elsie is to
go still further North to continue her study of music.
She IS fighting her love for him because of the great
chasm between them — she is the daughter of Austin
Stoneman, the South's bitterest enemy, and he is one of
the most enthusiastic champions of the Southern cause.
"Bending near her, he gently took her hand and said, 'I love
you.' A sob caught her breath and she buried her face on
her arm. 'I am for you and you are for me ! Why beat your
wings against the thing that is and must be? What else mat-

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ters? With all my sins, my faults, my land is yours, a land
of eternal harvest and song-, old fashioned and provincial
perhaps, but kind and hospitable. Around its humblest cot-
tage song-birds live and mate and never leave. The winged
ones of your own cold fields have heard their call, and the
sky tonight will echo with their chatter as they hurry
Southward. Elsie, my own, I too have called, come; I love
you !' She lifted her face to him full of tender, spiritual
charm, her eyes burning her passionate answer. He bent
and kissed her. 'Say it ! Sa}^ it !' he whispered. 'I love
you' she sighed," Other incidents that appeal strongly to
the emotions of the reader are the assasination of Lincoln,
the assault upon Marion Lenoir followed by the awful
leap of herself and mother from the precipice, the myster-
ious ceremony of the Ku Klux Klan in punishing the per-
petrator of this awful crime, and Phil Stoneman's narrow
escape from death.

The reader feels as if he himself were living through
these exciting ordeals so strongly are they portrayed. It
is safe to say that the effect of "The Clansman" will be to
revive and strengthen the feeling of reverence for Abra-
ham Lincoln who, had he lived, would have dealt kindly
with the South; also it will help this generation to realize
as never before something- of the hardships endured by
their parents and grandparents during the dark period of
the Civil strife. Doubtless it will implant in us all more
respect and love for the heroes and heroines of that
period.

LOCAL DEPARTMENT.

M. S. PiTTMAN, Editor.

In the Spring- a greener green beams from out the Fresh-
men's faces;
In the Spring- the verbose Sophomores spread themselves

and spoil more places;
In the Spring the jolly Juniors with sporty clothes them-
selves bedeck;
In the Spring the "busted" Seniors write their pas for
"just one more check,"

Mr. T. M. Bradley has been selected by the faculty
to represent Millsaps in the Crystal Springs Chautauqua.
Mr. Bradley is perhaps the most natural and forceful
speaker in the College. His ability as a debator was
manifested last commencement when he won the Galloway-
Lamar debaters' medal. We predict for him equally as
good success in the field of oratory.

The recital given by Mrs. Svvartz, assisted by the
Glee Club, on the evening of the 4th inst., was a splendid
entertainment. It was perhaps the most enjoyable of the
kind ever given at the colleg-e. It was given by Mrs.
Swartz in the interest of the College library. By many
capable critics Mrs. Swartz was declared to be the best
elocutionist that they had ever heard. It is probable that
an entertainment of similar nature will be given again later.

Mr. K. P. Faust has recently returned to school.

The work on the annual is progressing nicely, and
the success of it is no longer a matter of doubt. All of
the expenses of it are in sight. Editor-in-chief Hand and
Manager Ricketts and their faithful assistants are to be
commended for their good work. Every boy will be mad
at himself if he does not get a ''Bobashela. "

Simmons — Young man, you should be like me, have a
clear record in love affairs.

Prep — Yes, I could have a clear record too, if it was
a blank one like yours.

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A prize has recently been offered by the faculty to
the member of the Sophomore class who shall have made
the highest average grade during his Freshman and
Sophomore years. The funds for this prize were con-
tributed by a number of Sunday Schools in the N. Miss.
Conference as a memorial to the late Rev. J. S, Oakley.
It was gotten up by Mrs. J. R. Bingham, of Carrollton,
Miss., who has done so much in the interest of the College
library. This prize will be some books purchased each
year with the accrued interest on the amount. This
should do much to stimulate scholarship in the lower
classes and certainly a large number will contest for the
honor and work for the books.

Miss Bessie Buckwater, formerly of Winchester,
Ky., now of Hattiesburg, Miss., is the charming guest of
Mrs. Walmsley. Miss Buckwater will be with Mrs.
Walmsley for some time, to the delight of the whole fam-
ily, and some of the Seniors considered among the number.

Dr. Murrah — Who was the principal pre-Socratic
philosopher?

Duncan — Spencer.

Central (as Hall takes the receiver down) — Number,

number, number, why don't the fool call for his number?

Hall — Why-y-y-a, I -I-I-a, he didn't want any number.

A large number of the Freshman class spoke before
the Faculty recently for places on the Commencement
program and the following were selected: V. W. Barrier,
W. F. Murrrh, J. M. Hand, C. H. Kirkland, Jeff Collins,
J. D. McGovern, O. E. Donnell, J. C. Rousseaux, Sively
Rhodes, C. W. Cook, T. Wilkinson, W. S. Ridgeway.

One of the school boys received a letterfrom a preacher
alumnus and judging from the tone of his letter we would
decide that he is truly in earnest about the moral condi-
tion of the people on his work, for in his letter this sentence

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occurs: "I am preaching hell-fire and brimstone to them^
and am trying- to scare the Devil out of 'em."

An inter-collegiate debate has been arranged for"
between our sister college, Mississippi, and Millsaps,.
Millsaps will be represented in the debate by Messrs. J.-
W. Bradford and T. V, Simmons. These young gentle-
men are both splendid speakers and will make it inter-
esting for their competitors.

The Y. M. C. A. revival will begin on March 24th.
The Rev. Mr. Dobbs, of Birmingham, will conduct the
revival.

Mr. C. W. Cheek, of Montrose, Miss., was a visitor"
on the campus recently.

The law class this year is exceptionally good. The
Law Profs praise it by saying that it is better than any
other. The class recently elected its annual officers.

If you want to win a good friend, just get a Bobashela;
if you want to insure a maiden fair of your true friendships
just send her your card accompanied by a Bobashela.

Willie Murrah says that he worked thirteen hours orr
Saturday morning before the examinations began. That-
must have been a long day.

Brass is alright in its place, but it won't pay board,
nor buy books, nor get clothes where you're well known,
nor settle for a Dip. Will the home-folks see the point
and be inspired to check up?

He who does not secure a Bobashela, verily I say unto
him he shall be minus one "good friend."

h

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT.

J. E. Carruth, Jr., Editor.

The Mississippi Colleg-e Mag-azine is full, and contains
some excellent reading-. Two of the stories are above the
ordinary, for while they follow the old trend for worn
plots to some extent, they are fairly well written. The
third, in which the person relating- the incident made a
^'flying-" trip to Saturn, is to be mentioned if only for its
oddity. It furnishes a pleasing- departure and relief from
the common "love story" plot.

The Review department has an excellent paper on
"The Newcomes". The writer seems free and familiar
with his material throug:h the whole of it. His criticism
appears just and especially apt, and is so written as to be
interesting-, though one has not read the novel. The
Athletic department prints an extract (?) — six or eig-ht
pages — from a lecture before the University of Pennsyl-
vania that was doubtless excellent in its place, but we
doubt if its place was in this Magazine. To have re-
printed only two or three paragraphs from the latter part
— that alone seems directly suited — would have been
better for the department.

"The Study of King Lear and Cordelia" in the Baylor
Literary, and "Exploration of a Cave" are the best fea-
tures of the February number. The first gives a good
synopsis of the play, and presents the points to be noticed
in an impressive way. The story is not an equal of the
essay, if they might be compared, but the plot and expres-
sion are interesting and pleasing. The other articles —
stories and essays — are too short to discuss fully their
subjects and do justice to the writers and readers, for
they lack in some way the real strength and force that it
appears might have been given them.

The Andrew College Journal contains in "Hidden
Springs of Character" one of the best essays we have read

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for the month. It is not too long-, and the salient points
are presented forcibly, but not obtrusively. "The Beg-
gar" is a fairly good poem for college mag*azines; but
"Molly", its only story, is a simple narrative told in ordi-
nary g-ood neg-ro dialect. While the contents are rather
meag-er, yet the issue is attractive as a whole.

The best exchange that has reached us during the
month is Emory and Henry Era, in the form of a com-
bined number for January and February. This we regret
to see, for we feel that it means a sacrifice both to the
student body and to their friends, to have their represent-
ative appear only bi-monthly. While the double issue is
larger and better than the old form, still we do not think
the increase justified the change.

Its best contributions are stories — four very credita-
ble ones, of which we consider "A Mistaken Report" the
best. The writer has an easy natural expression, and
studies his characters sufficiently to keep the interest well
going. Perhaps the next best is "My First Outing," but
all add much to the issue. There also appears several
pieces of good college verse, among which "Father Time"
holds first place with us. The range of the measure of
time passes from "seconds" through "years" to "eternity,"
and there is secured a grouping of words that to some
extent represent the increased movement through the
poem. Scarcely less meritorious than this one are the
other pieces of verse.

The Columbia Collegian contains little that is of inter-
est for a college paper. "The Mum Party" — all that is to
be mentioned — is rather a poor attempt at verse.

At nine o'clock they sat like this

(He was not long in learning)
At ten o'clock they sat like this.

(The gas was lower burning.)

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Another hour they sat like this.

Still, I'd not venture whether
At twelve o'clock they sat like this —

Allcrowdeduptogether. — Ex.

Clippingrs.

A poet sighed for gentle spring,
When the meadow lark would soar;

An editor who read the stuff
Sighed too and softly swore.

We grope blindly in the darkness

For the light;
Loving, laughing, singing, sobbing

Through the night;
Dreary-hearted, tear-stained, weary

With the strife
Till we stumble o'er the margin

Into life.

"Now what do you think?" asked the little boy's
mother after she had given him a severe box on the ear.

"I don't think; my train of thought has been delayed
by a hot box," he answered.

He — "Do you return my love?"

She — "Certainly, sir, I have not the slightest use for
it."

Prof. — "Which of your parallel readings helped you
most?"

Student— "My pony."

Evening Prayer.

For all Thy gracious goodness, O, my God,

Which Thou hast shown me through another day;

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For all Thy tender love that stooped to guide

My erring feet along- life's rugged way;
For all Thy kind protection, mercy crowded;

Thy mighty arms that kept me folded in,
A shield from danger and from foes without, and powers
of sin;
For all these mercies which Thou hast bestowed,
I thank Thee Lord.

For all Thy loving kindness, great and free,

The share of strength Thou givst me day by day;
Thy Father's love that draws me close to Thee,

And bids me cling to Thee, my strength and stay;
For good and ill; for joys and sorrows too;

For wondrous leading which I could not see.
But which I know full well, O, faithful guide, were best
for me;

For all these blessings which Thou hast bestowed,
I thank Thee, Lord.

And when in heaven I stand with the redeemed.

And take my station 'mid the blood-washed throng.
And hear the angel choir around Thy throne

Give praise to Thee in everlasting song;
And when amid the holy Trinity,

My glorified Redeemer I shall see
Whose precious blood on Calvary's sacred cross

Was shed for me.
For full redemption through the living Word,
I'll praise Thee, Lord.

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gian, The Columbia Collegian, The Deaf Mute Voice,
The Oracle, The Spectator, Review and Bulletin, Andrew
College Monthly, Maroon and White, Ouchlta Ripples,
Emory and Henry Era, The Crimson-White, The Lime-
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Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., APRIL, 1905. No. 7.

A DUEL.

"We must take him down somehow," Fields was saying
to the group of students who had disposed themselves in
various ways about his room on the third floor, "but it's not
enough for one of us to reach out and stand him on his head
when he is making one of his big brags. Any of us could do
it, for he's as beefy as he's big, and his bravery is still an
undemonstrated proposition; but we want to cure him for all
time. What we need is to take him up in one of his big lies
and turn it inside out on him and make him wear it tliat way.
It's—"

"By the way, have you heard of his latest accomplish-
ment?" interrupted "Billy" Fox. "He was telling me today
what a fine shot he was — said he could manipulate any kind
of firearms — musket, Shot-gun, pistol, rifle, anything, in fact;
why he was as much at home with a gun or pistol as he was
with a knife and fork — could shoot 'em with one eye shut."

In the general laugh which followed "Billy's" account
of Walter Connell's most recent boast, "Marcus Tullius" Mason,
a small and not very strong-looking Sophomore who had been
sitting astride the window-sill, slowly drew up the leg which
had been dangling outside, and placing it by its mate, faced
the company.

"Friends and fellow-citizens," he drawled, "I have an
idea."

Immediately all attention was directed to the window
and to ^'Marcus Tullius;" for this insignificant-looking youngster
was by no means considered insignificant by his mates. On

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the contrary they regarded him as a most excellent combi-
nation of intelligence, manliness, and humor — though they
would perhaps not have expressed it this way — , and he was
as popular as any student in the college. In his Freshman
year he had been dubbed "Marcus Tuilius," because, though
he was a true pedestrian, he read his Cicero so well that one of
his mates suggested that he was that writer reincarnated.
His "ideas" were always original and practical, and all were
eager now for the one upon the business in hand — that- of
correcting the views of Walter Council, concerning himself.

"I'll challenge him to a duel," he announced.

And then he proceeded to give the plans and specifica-
tions of his scheme.

"Come in!" called Walter Connell in answer to a knock
upon his door

The door opened, and "Billy" Fox and Nathan Fields
entered.

"We have a communication for you, Mr. Connell, from
Mr Mason," said Fields gravely, handing him a paper. He
slyly winked at Billy as they stood waiting for the contents
of the communication to "soak in."

"Wliy, why," stammered Connell, turning very white,
"why, they don't fight duels now-a-days."

"Oh, you haven't been here long," answered Fields in
a tone that implied that he had carried many challenges
before. "Probably you have'nt had any differences to settle.
But that's the way we do here, settle 'em by duel. I'm sur-
prised that you haven't heard of the custom."

"WTia — what does he want to fight about?" asked Connell.

"He says you called him 'sickly-looking' the other day,
and if there's anything he's sensitive about it's his health."

"Why, I-"

"See here, Connell, there's one thing a man can't do
here, and that is take back anything he has said; it is con-
sidered next to the most cowardly thing he can do — the most

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^cowardly is to decline a challenge to fight. It's too bad you
didn't know about his sensitiveness, but you can't afford to
back down now."

A happy thought came to Conneil.

"Why, I can't fight that little fellow," he said, drawing
himself up to his full six feet in a would-be magnanimous
fashion. "Give me somebody nearer my size."

"Oh, I don't think you need have any compunctions
about that," said Fields carelessly. "Mason is quite noted
for his skill with the sword. Anyway he won't accept that
as a reply, for he's even more sensitive about his size than
about his health. Of course if you are afraid — "

"Oh, no, no!" iinterposed Conneil hastily. "It's not
that at all. I only—-"

"As you're sucli a fine shot," said Fox, "I should advise
you — though you're, of course, under no obligation to take
my advice— to select pistols as weapons, for Mason is not
so good with pistols as with the sword."

"As to place," said Fields, "there is not much choice
for the dueling ground has been for years down in the meadow
back of the college ,in the part enclosed by the horse-shoe
bend, which the creek makes there; and as to time it is cus-
tomary to fight on the same day the challenge is given if pos-
sible. How would this afternoon at five do?"

Conneil, despairing of avoiding the duel, finally wrote
out his acceptance of the challenge. The time was fixed
at five o'clock that afternoon; the place the Horse-shoe Bend,
and the weapons pistols. Fields remarked that it was not
the custom to employ seconds.

"Two is enough to risk expulsion for one row," he added.

"Wliy, shall I get expelled for this?" asked Conneil

"Well, such a fine shot as you are is not likely to get
killed, is he? I reckon now, Mason would like to know he'd
live to be expelled,"

"'Fraid, is he?" For the first and only time since he had
received the challenge, Connell's tone took on its braggart

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note."Well, let him beware. He has pushed this thing on me.''

"So long, then," said Fields as he left. "I'll be after
you about foiu--thirty. A sad affair, I'll see you through it."

^lien, at the appointed hour Fields again knocked on
Connell's door, he half expected to fmd the room empty. But
Connell had been too frightened to think of escaping by flight.
His attitude when he rose to accompany his friend was one
of absolute dejection. Evidently the thought that Mason
was 'fraid"" had not long bouyed up hi^ courage.

"You say Mason can't shoot?" he asked drearily, as they
proceeded toward the Horse-shoe Bend.

Fields laughed. "A crack shot like you needn't shy at
a duel with Mason," he said. "Oh, you're dead sure to nail
him at the first pop — a man who never misses like you."

"'Twon't help me any to put daylignt through him. These
fellows who can't shoot are forever killing somebody by acci-
dent. Say, you think an apology wouldn't do any good?"
he asked wistfully.

"Not a bit."

Then they arrived at the dueling ground, and Mason
was waiting for them. A score or so of the students stood
around in silence with solemn countenances. Occasionally
one would covertly wink at another, but the general atmos-
phere was apparently that of tragedy.

Fields stepped off the twenty paces' distance and assigned
Connell and Mason their places. Then he took their weapons
from Fox and handed them to the duelists.

"Ready," he said. "One"—

He got not further, for Connell could stand it no longer.
Throwing down his pistol he took to his heels, regardless of
onlookers, and iieaded directly for the creek.

"Catch him, boys!" shouted Fields. "Don't let him
escape. A star marksman to miss his glory this way!"

But Connell craved. no glory just then — he refused even
to wait for it, and was "making time", when just as he reached

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the slender foot-log spanning the creek he tripped over a
dew-berry vine and pitched headlong into the water.

And he appeared to be willing to stay there. The boys,
though, unkindly insisted on fishing him out.

"I-I didn't want to kill him," Connell declared.

At this the boys howled and Mason was seen to be ap-
proaching, still armed.

"Don't let him kill me," Connell began to beg. "You
boys didn't do fair; you gave him lots the biggest pistol."

At this they showed him the pistols. His own was not
even loaded, and Mason's was — an old-fashioned candle-stick!

Bessie Huddleston, '07.

HIS WATERLOO.

Norwood Berwick was a Norwegian by descent, but a
Canadian by birth. He was a trapper in the wild woods of
Saskatchewan, living in a snug little cabin on the north bank
of Buffalo Lake, one of those numerous little bodies of water
in which that terriotry abounds. Six feet four, broad-should-
ered, active, keen of eye and ear, reared in the midst of danger,
he seemed well able to face and overcome the dangers and
difficulties with which the early trapper's life was fraught.

It was one bitter-cold day in December, the wind whistled
through the trees in icy gusts, the lakes were frozen over and
the ground covered with hard, crusty snow, when Norwood
discovered that he had nearly exhausted his supply of am-
munition. To replenish his wasted stock, he would have to
go to the village nearly twelve miles to the south. As he
had nothing especially to do, he decided to go to the village
that day. A great fire roared cheerily up the chimney, and
standing before it, he bound a warm woolen scarf about his
neck, drew his coon-skin cap low over his ears and then pulled
on his great fur coat. He then took his rifle from the rack
and loaded it, strapped on his skates, slung his pack of skins

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over his shoulder and went out, latching the door behind him.
He started off with the swift, easy swing of the practiced skater.

He had been skimming along for perhaps three-quarters
of an hour, when, to the south nearly half a mile ahead of him,
he saw a swarm of black figures, which he instantly recognized
to be a pack of wolves. He could faintly hear them howling.
He slackened his speed, uncertain what course to pursue —
he had only a few bullets and a little powder; the wolves were
between him and his destination; his home was now far behind
him. He might turn back and gain the shelter of his cabin
before the wolves could overtake him; or it was possible that
he might outwit them and get past their line. This last he
determined to attempt. He gripped his rifle tighter and
started directly towards them with long quick strides. The
wolves widened out and formed a sort of semi-circle; howling
loudly and ferociously, they bore down upon their intended
victim.

Just when they seemed most sure of their prey, Norwood
suddenly wheeled to the left and went beyond the end of the
line, while the w^olves, unprepared for so sudden a move, rushed
past, unable to check their speed and to turn so quickly. It
was, however, only a few seconds before they were in hot
pursuit, but Norwood had made good use of his time and was
now some thirty yards in advance. It was a fearful race,
for neither seemed to gain upon the other; one fleeing for his
life, pursued by a pack of howling fiery-eyed demons. For
awhile they raced thus, then the leader of the pack, a great,
gaunt, long-legged fellow, began to creep ahead of the others.
He was gaining upon Norwood! Norwood glanced back over
his shoulder and what was his dismay to see the distance les-
sening between him and one of the beasts! He put forth
his reserve strength and gained a few yards, but could not hold
the pace and began to fall back. His breath was coming
in short, quick gasps, and his legs began to move like parts
of a mere automaton. The wolf was fast proving himself
the better and swifter of the two.

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Norwood could hear the wolf's labored breathing behind
him. If he could only kill this one he might have some chance
to escape; he would try, if he failed death could be no worse
than if he did not make the efli'ort. He half turned, ready to
fire, but sank to the ground with a groan. He had wrenched
his ankle severely, but nevertheless had presence of mind
enough to fire upon the wolf only a few feet away. The animal
turned a somersault and lay still. The pack were now catching
up and in another moment he expected to be torn to pieces.
But that moment never came. From somewhere in the
shadows came a shot and one of the wolves gave its death-
yelp, and fell dead, attacked almost instantly by the others.
Norwood looked in the direction whence the report sounded
and soon saw a flash followed by a loud report. The wolves
began to be frightened and retreated a short distance. Another
shot sent them yelping helter-skelter. Then from out the
shadows of the trees stepped a young girl, rifle in hand, a smiling
face looking at him from under a large fiu- cap. To say that
Norwood was surprised would be putting it but mildly. He
was astounded. That his rescuer was a woman was the last
thought which would have entered his mind. For several
seconds he stared at her in astonishment, then blurted out
in tones of admiration, "You! Well, Fll swannee! You!"

"Well, why not?" she retorted.

His surprise quickly changed to gratitude as he thought
of the death from which she had saved him. He attempted
to rise but fell back with a suppressed groan. Darting quickly
forward she inquired, "Are you hurt?"

"Not much — just sprained my ankle," replied Norwood,
trying to smile.

"You must let me help you. Lean upon me and Fll take
you home. It is not far." Norwood at first demurred, but
she soon persuaded him, saying:

"It is all you can do. You cannot get there alone and I
must go home now. Are you coming?"

"I guess I must," he answered.

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They made slow progress towards the house. On the
way they became very well acquainted. Her name was
Gertrude and she lived alone with her father, who was a hunter
and trapper. He explained how he happened to be in such a
predicament and she told him that she had heard the wolves
howling and from mere curiosity had taken her father's rifle
and cap and gone out to see what they were chasing.

At the cabin her father seemed very much surprised and
delighted to have Norwood as a guest; to quote his own words
he "was very much sot up to have some 'un to talk to. ' He
bathed and bandaged the sprain. They had a pleasant time
together — Norwood was a good talker and willing listener.
Several weeks elapsed before he was able to use his foot and
they were happier days than he had thought it was possible
for him to have. He found himself wishing he could lengthen
his stay. But the day came when he could stay no longer.
So he took leave of his new friends and, with many promises
to come again, he returned to his lonely little cabin by the lake.

It is now six years since Norwood's exploit. The little
cabin is now a three-roomed log-house. Let us enter. There
in the chimney-corner sits an old, gray headed man, dancing
a child upon his knee; bending down before the fire, is a sweet-
faced woman, preparing the frugal supper; on a stool, looking
on in perfect contentment, sits Norwood. Yes, it is he. He
won the pretty little hunter-girl, and as "Father" was getting
old and weak, he was soon persuaded to live with tnem. Theirs
is a happy contented life.

Landon Carlton, '07.

A COLLEGE STORY.

"Why don't you play baseball?" she asked him as they
strolled by a beautiful green meadow where several of the other
college boys were engaged in that sport. As Jack Landon
looked into those bewitching blue eyes, he scarcely knew what
to answer.

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"I do tliink it is such an ideal and manly sport," she con-
tinued, "and do like it so much." Jack could have kicked
himself for not having taken any more interest than he had
in baseball, because it was uppermost with him, that, in any
and every particular, he should meet with the approval of
Marie Ellsworth. He had played a little in practice with the
boys and gave promise of making a fairly good amateur player.
The manager of the college team had repeatedly urged him
to try to make the team, but in vain. But now he inwardly
resolved that he would practice every opportunity that he got.

"Why — er — er — I'm hardly large enough," he stammered
at last, trying to make some kind of an excuse. As those
enchanting patches of blue turned on him again, he really felt
that he would be a little man among the Lilliputians.

"You're as large as many of them that play," she replied.
As a matter of fact. Jack was about five feet, eight inches tall
and weighed about one himdred and forty pounds. He was
well developed, and dissipation and late hours had not branded
their marks upon him. He had entered college in the Freshman
class of the year before, and was a favorite with the Faculty
and the student body because he was frank and honest and
led his classes. He had met Miss Ellsworth at a reception
given by his fraternity, and from that time they had been
real good friends. Jack persuaded himself that he did not love
her, for he thought he was too young for such as that. He
loved to think of her only as a very agreeable young lady
with whom he was accustomed to spend an enjoyable evening
now and then.

Miss Ellsworth was a pretty girl with deep blue eyes,
luxuriant light hair with just a golden tinge, and cheeks that
blushed so delicately as to put to shame the beautiful red rose
that she wore upon her breast. More than all this, the beauty
of a sweet disposition and a lovely character was indelibly
stamped upon her face.

In the afternoons now when school was out, Jack could
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after evening he sweated and sweated. He made fine progress
and easily ranked among the best players. In baseball lan-
guage he had quite a great deal of speed for an amateur. He
could throw a curve and began to train for the position of
pitcher. He soon acquired a fine control and several games
were won chiefly through him.

At last the great day came, as great days will. His college
was to play against the state university. The university
had a strong team and had beaten his college in a previous
encounter. This game was to decide the inter-collegiate
championship of the state. Both teams were about evenly
matched and both were confident of victory. The college
team took the field while the university went to the bat. As
Jack trotted out to the pitcher's box, he searched the grand-
stand with his eyes. Amid the vast throng he saw her waving
his colors and looking intensely at him.

It was the first inning and two men were out. One man
was on second base and one on first. The man at the bat
hit to short, who threw wild to first and one man scored. The
next man at bat struck out. Jack's team now went to bat.
The first man struck out. The second hit to left field for two
bases. He stole tnird, but the next two men up were caught
out on flies. Thus at the end of the first inning the score stood
one to nothing in favor of the university. In the second
inning the college team got down to work and neither side
scored. In the third inning Jack hit for one base, stole second,
and was sacrificed to third, but the next man up struck out
and the next man was thrown out at first.

And thus the score remained one to nothing for the uni-
versity till the ninth inning. In the first half of the ninth
the university had tliree men on base and none out. The
man at the bat hit to second who threw to home. He tlirew
a little wild and the umpire called, "Safe all around!" Things
were getting decidedly bluer for the college team. The uni-
versity "rooters" were shouting themselves hoarse, but Jack
remained calm and began to let himself out. The next tlu-ee

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men to face him struck out making twelve in all, and only five
hits allowed, establishing an intercollegiate record.

It was an almost hopeless case for the college team, but
they began now to "get busy." The first man up hit safe
to fh'st and the next man hit fortwo bases. The college "rooters"
began to take heart and to yell with all their souls. The next
man hit to first and was out. Then came Jack's turn. As
he went to the bat he glanced quickly in the direction of the
grandstand and saw Marie waving the colors and looking at
him expectantly. He dared not dissapoint her. He must
win the game. But how? There was a slim chance indeed
of a home run but he would try for it. There were three balls
and two strikes on him. The pitcher threw a swift straight
ball that would have gone squarely over the plate. But when
half way over it met Jack's bat going in the opposite direction
with all the strength that he could muster. The ball shot
far out over the fence— it was a home run. Pandemonium
reigned supreme in the Grand Stand. Men and women, boys
and girls fell over each other in the excitement. The university
boys turned and walked from their places with the sad picture
upon their faces of victory turned to defeat. Jack's college-
mates quickly hoisted him upon their shoulders and carried
him with shouts of triumph tlirough the town.

When the excitement and noise had died away and Jack
found Marie she asked with a bewitching smile, "You feel real
big, now, don't you?" And perhaps he did feel that he
could hold his own with giants. Lock, '07.

TIHE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., APRIL, 1905. No. 7.

Piiblished 3Ionthly by the Students of Millsaps College.

A. P. HAND Editor-in-Chiep

J. E. CARRUTH, Jr. Associate Editor

M S. PITTMAN Local Editor

W. ISI. DUNCAN Literary Editor

S. M. GRAHAM Alumni Editor

W. A. WILLIAMS Business Manager

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Bemittances and business communications should be sent to W. A.
Williams, Business 3Ianager. Matter intended for publication should
be sent to A. P. Hand, Editor-in-Chief.

Issued the 15th op Each Month During the College Year.
Subscription, Per Annum, §1.00. Tioo Copies, §1.50 Per Annum.

EDITORIALS.

We can hear among the students no
Is the voluntary discussion of our honor system

Honor System that so suddenly sprang into life. Some
Dead? fear has been expressed that its appearance

was too sudden and cosmopolitan to last;
that it was founded not upon calm, deliberating reasoning
and determination, but a reactionary excitement and a not-
objecting spirit. In every class, except one, it passed easily,
almost without discussion. Many signed the resolutions not
knowing what thej^ meant and many more cannot now tell
their requirements. Though we fear many were not educated
to the necessary point, we cannot but believe there were those

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in each class who reahzed the momentous step and when the
time calls for it will stand unfaltering by the resolutions.

Some of the class systems would be worse than useless
if under the present conditions anyone should try to put
them into execution. One contains the requirement that
all classes shall act in concert; another with equal force states
they will act only as a separate and distinct class. Planned
and worked out separately the system as a whole is full of such
incongruities. Lack of co-operation is at present our greatest
drawback. Many men are irregular and, out of their own
class, are not bound by any requirement. Making it to embrace
the whole student body is the only way to insure permanence.
A class system with the class will cease. One class pledged
themselves to perfect plans to overcome this obstacle by bring-
ing the student body into closer organization and raising the
system from class to school. But as yet nothing has been
done. To do this, class organization will have to be made
more than a name, and committees witli full judicial power
be appointed by each class. It has been proven that a mass
meeting is unfit for a thing. Anything that will in a serious
light keep the system before the students ^^ill be of inestimable
value. For an honor system must finally, if not at. present,
rest upon the education of the many and not the resolutions
of a few. One thing is certain, if it is forgotten, it will die.
It has not yet a firm hold and will not have for several years
to come. Until the present students have gone and those in
college been brought up been under the system and come to
look upon it as the natural order of affairs, we will have to
watch our system and strengthen it at every point.

Our success in the Intercollegiate Oratorical
Brookhaven. Contest has been greatly indebted to the
' presence of the student body en masse. It
not only inspires the speaker to do his best to have before him
those who will be greatly affected by his success or failure,
but so many known faces relieve the feeling of a stranger and

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gives mm confidence in himself. We liope this year the whole
student body, as usual, will accompany our representative.

LITERARY DEPARTMENT.

W. N. DUNCAN, EDITOR.

Music and Other Poems.

In Henry Van Dyke's collection of Odes, Sonnets, Legends,
Lyrics and Greetings, quite recently published under the title
of "Music and other Poems," we find expressed the noblest
sentiment and highest ideals of this gifted mind. Herein
there are four odes. The Odes to "Music" and to "God of
the Open Air" are characterized by sublime rapture and beauty
of transition; the Odes to "Peace" and to "Victor Hugo"
are characterized by tender pathos and ease. Of the eight
Sonnets, "Work," "Life" and "Love" appeal most strongly
to the reader. Of the two Legends "The Legend of Service"
is especially beautiful both in conception and manner of ex-
pression. The thirteen lyric poems portray the emotions
of the poet's own soul. They find ready response in the inner
self, for they "keep close to human hearts " "A Mile with Me,"
"Love's Nearness," "Two Schools," "A Prayer for a Mother's
Birthday," "One World," "Dulcis Memoria," and "Reliance"
are the lyrics which strike deep into hearts that know what it
means to rejoice, to weep, to love, to fight life's battles — ^to
live in the truest sense.

From the group of "Inscriptions and Greetings" with
which the volume closes, the greeting "To James Whitcomb
Riley" and "A Health to Mark Twain" especially please us.
"Inscriptions for a Friend's House" embodies the ideals which,
if striven for by the home makers of our land, would make
this earthly abode a Heaven.

As we read the Ode to "Music," so rythmical are its
measures, now dreamy, then gay, now mirthful and fantastic,
then stately and triumphant, ever changing with each change

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of sentiment, that we hear sweet strains of music coming from
some "choir invisible." The invocation to "Music, Daughter
of Psyche, Child of Amor," closes with these words:

"I pray thee lay thy golden girdle down,
And put away thy starry crown;
For one dear restful hour
Assume a state more mild.
Clad only in thy blossom-broidered gown
That breathes familiar scent of many a flower,
Take the low path that leads thro' pasture green;

And though thou art a Queen,
Be Rosamund awhile, and in thy bower.
By tranquil love and simple joy beguiled.
Sing to my soul, as mother to her child."
Then comes the "Play Song", the closing words of which
are:

"The world is far away;
The fever and the fret,
And all that makes the heart gi'ow gay,
Is out of sight and far away;
Dear Music, while I hear thee play
That olden, golden roundelay.
Remember and forget."
The "Sleep Song" now wafts gently over us, leaving us
the soothing thought that:

"Life is in tune with harmony so deep
That when the notes are lowest
Thou canst still lay thee down in peace and sleep,
For God will not forget."
Out of the "Bower of Rest" we are called to run the
chase of the early morning "Hunting Song:"

"Leave all your troubles behind you,
Ride where they never can find you
Into the gladness of morn.
With the long , clear note of the hunting horn,

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Swiftly o'er hillock and hollow,
Sweeping along with the wind,
Follow, you hunters, follow.
Follow and find!"

After which we are made ready for the "Dance Music" by:
"Now let the sleep-tune blend with the play-tune,
Weaving the mystical spell of tne dance;
Lighten the deep tune, soften the gay tune.
Mingle a tempo that turns in a trance."

"Semiquaver notes,

Merry little motes.

Tangled in the haze

Of the lamp's golden rays,

Quiver everywhere

In the air

Like a spray.
Till the fuller stream of the might of the tune.
Gliding like a dream in the light of the moon,
Bears them all away, and away, and away,
Floating in the trance of the dance.
Then begins a measure stately.
Languid, slow, serene;
All the dancers move sedately.
Stepping liesurely and straightly,

With a courtly mein;
Crossing hands and changing places,

Bowing low between,

While the minutes inlaces
Waving arms and woven paces.

Glittering damskeen."
The strains of thi? "Dance Music" change into a glorious
"Symphony" and we hear:

"Thou lendest wings to grief to fly away,
And wings to joy to reach a heavenly height;
And every dumb desire that storms within the breast

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Thou leadest fortii to sob or sing itself to rest.
All these are thine, and therefore love is thine.

For love is joy and grief,
And trembling doubt, and certain-sure relief.
And fear, and hope, and longing unexpressed,
In pain most human, and in rapture brief

Almost divine.
Love would possess, yet deepens when denied;
And love would give, yet hungers to receive;
Love like a prince his triumph would achieve;
And like a miser in the dark his joys would hide.

Love is most bold;
He leads his men like armed men in line;
Yet when the siege is set, and he must speak,

Calling the fortress to resign
Its treasures, valiant love grows weak.
And hardly dares his purpose to unfold.
Less with his faltering lips than with his eyes

He claims the longed-for prize;
Love would fain tell it all, yet leaves the best untold."
As we draw near the close of this beautiful Ode we are
ready to sing with the poet:

"Music, in thee we float,

And lose tne lonely note
Of self in thy celestial ordered strain,

Until at last we find

The life to love resigned
In harmony of joy restored again;
And songs that cheered our mortal days
Break on the coast of light in endless hymns of praise."
'Tis difficult to say which of the Sonnets is best; they
all are good. "Work "exemplifies the noble strain that is
found in them all:

"Let me but do my work from day to day.
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market places, or tranquil room;

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Let me but find it in my heart to say
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,
This is my work, my blessing, not my doom;
Of all who live, I am the one by whom
'This work can best be done in the right way.'

"Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,
To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
Then shall I cheerful greet the laboring hours,
And cheerful tm^n, when the long shadows fall
At eventide, to play and love and rest."

A "Legend of Service" which has already increased the zeal
of many aspiring souls is found here with freshness and new
beauty. In the city of Lupon there dwelt three Saints "re-
nowned above their fellows" for good deeds. Asmiel, "the
Lord of the Angels," asked the Master which of the Saints
in Lupon loved Him best. The master to satisfy Asmiel's
mind, sent him to Lupon with a message of service for each
of the three Saints:

"Tell each of them that his Master bids him go
Alone to Spiran's huts across the snow,
There he shall find a certain task for me;
But what, I do not tell to them nor thee.
Give them the message, make my word the test.
And crown for me the one who answers best."
On reaching Lupon, the Angel first went to the Temple
where he found thousands thronging to hear the inspired
words of Bernol, one of the Saints, and said:
"The Master bids thee go
Alone to Spiran's hut across the snow.
To serve Him there.' Then Bernol's hidden face
Went white as death, and for about the space
^f ten slow heart beats there was no reply;
Till Bernol looked around and whispered, 'Why?'
• But answer to his question came there none;

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The Angel sighed, and with a sigh was gone."
Next the Angel went to Malvin, "the saintly sage immersed
in thought profound," who was weaving with patient toil
and willing care a web of wisdom, wonderful and fair."

"Then Asmiel touched his hand, and broke the thread
Of fine spun thought, and very gently said:
The One of whom thou thinkest bids the go
Alone to Spiran's huts across the snow
To serve Him there.' With sorrow and surprise
Malvin looked up, reluctance in his eyes.
The broken thought, the strangeness of the call
The perilous passage of the mountain wall,
The solitary journey, and the length
Of ways unknown, too great for his frail strength,
Appalled him. With a doubtful brow
He scanned the doubtful task, and muttered, 'How?'
But Asmiel answered, as he turned to go.
With cold, disheartened voice, 'I do not know!'
Then Asmiel, "with fading hope," turned "scarce twenty
steps away and met

"Fernon hurrying down the street.

With ready heart that faced his work like play,

And joyed to find it greater every day!

The Angel stopped him with uplifted hand.

And gave without delay his Lord's command:

'He whom thou servest here would have thee go

Alone to Spiran's huts, across the snow.

To serve Him there.' Ere Asmiel breathed again

The eager answer leaped to meet him ''When?'

The Angel's face with inward joy grew bright,

And all his figure glowed with heavenly light;

He took the golden circlet from his brow

And gave the crown to Fermor, answering, 'Now!'

For thou hast met the Master's bidden test.

And I have found the man who loves him best,

Not mine, nor thine, to question or reply

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When He commands us, asking 'how,' or why?"
He knows the cause; His ways are wise and just;
Who serves the King must serve with perfect trust."

In the Lyrics we eatch frequent ghmpses of the poet's
soul. We feel that he realizes the worth of true friendship
when we read "A Mile With Me." "Love's Nearness" assures
us that the yearnings of true love are not strangers to his
heart. In "A Prayer for a Mother's Birthday," he gives ''
expression to the noblest filial devotion. That he can "weep
with those that weep" is felt as we read "Dulcis Memoria,"
and "Autumn in the Garden." His strong faith in Immor-
tality is expressed in "Light Between the Trees." Will
you hear "Reliance," the last of the lyrics?

"Not to the swift, the race;

Not to the strong the fight; i

Not to the righteous, perfect grace; 1

Not to the wise, the light.

But often faltering feet |

Come surest to the goal; >]

And they who walk in the darkness meet
The sunrise of the soul.

A thousand times by night

The Syrian hosts have died;
A thousand times the vanquished right

Hath risen, glorified.

The truth the wise men sought

Was spoken by a child;
The alabaster box was brought

In trembling hands defiled.
"Not from my torch, the gleam.

But from the stars above;
Not from my heart, life's crystal stream,

But from the depths of Love.

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As we turn to the closing pages of the book where are
found "Greetings and Inscriptions," we smile as we read:
"Time is
Too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
To6 long for those who grieve.
Too short for those who rejoice;
But for those who love
Time is not."
The "Inscriptions for a Friends' House" are impressive
because of their sacred significance:
The House.
"The corner stone in Truth is laid.
The guardian walls of Honor made.
The roof of Faith is built above.
The fire upon the hearth is Love;
Tnough rain^i descend and loud winds call,
This happy house shall never fall.
The Doorstead.
"The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride;
The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside;
The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend;
This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend."

"What is the secret of the charm of this rare collection
of poems?" we ask ourselves as we close the book. The an-
swer comes to us in the poet's own words — words that he
used in a greeting to James Whitcomb Riley — the words we
now use in accounting for Henry Van Dyke's power:

"This is the reason why all men love you;

Truth to life is the charm of art;

Other poets may soar above you.

You keep close to the human heart."

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ALUMNI DEPARTMENT.

S. M. Graham, Editor.

The time is rapidly approaching when the Alumni chain'
must be broken for the admission of new links. We are
very glad indeed that the Alumni are true to those ideals
which are peculiar to Dixieland, in selecting an alumna
who is one of jMillsaps brightest co-eds, to represent the Asso-
ciation at their annual reunion commencement. Rev. R. P.
Fikes has been chosen by the class of '05 to respond to Miss
Louise Crane's address.

We have been very much delighted recently to receive
quite a number of old friends back to their Alma Mater, among
whom we might mention Rev. C. N. Guice, of Gloster, Miss.;
John B. Howell, who has returned from Vanderbilt with his
M. D. John used to be our jolly quarter-back; Mr. W. D.
Merritt, who is taking lectures at Vanderbilt; Miller C. Henry,
from the Medical Department at Tulane; Mr. Robt. C. Ridgway,
from the Law Department at Oxford, Miss.

We sincerely hope to see a very great number present at
the Annual Aiunuii Reunion. It seems that every alumnus
is due it to himself to return to his Alma Mater once a year
to mark its progress and to gi'eet the new members of the
Association.

I am sure that there is some change in the way of ad-
vancement since you left College, for there is no danger of
your falling off the walk with your girl if it happens to be dark,
like you used to do; and when you enter the various halls
you will see that the old dirty oil lamps have given place to
beautiful electric chandaliers. May such improvements con-
tinue till Millsaps shall have all the modern conveniences.

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LOCAL DEPARTMENT.

M. S. PiTTMAN, Editor.

In the Spring when a pretty maiden gets herself a brand new

dress,
It gives some boy a lonesome feeling, he dreams in daytime,

studies less;
In the Spring when paint and powder does its work on cheeks

and brows,
It aids Kid Cupid in his mission, inspires love-songs and

marriage vows.

Once again the fraternity "William goat" has invaded
our dominion and has borne to the land of the Greeks a number
of reputable barbs. The Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity was
installed on Friday night, the 7th inst., and the following
were the initiates: Dr. M. W. Swartz, S. M. Graham, 0. W.
Bradley, E. G. Mohler, E. D. Lewis, C. L. Neill, J. L. Sumrall,
G. C. Cook, T. E. Pegram, R. H. Townsend, C. H. Kirkland,
L. K. Carlton, J. H. Bullock, and Jeff Collins.

A contest has been established by the Manager of the
Gulfport Chautauqua, in which all of the law schools of Mis-
sissippi, Louisana, and Alabama will be represented. Mr.
T. E. Pegram of Ripley, Miss., was chosen to represent the
Millsaps Law School.

The Kappa Sigma and Kappa Alpha fraternities were
the hosts of enjoyable informal receptions during the month.

One of the most enjoyable events of the session was the
visit of Dr. Tilbett, the Dean of the Theological School at
Vanderbilt, to Millsaps. His lectures to the students, "Chris-
tian Education and Citizenship," was one of the most inspiring
utterances ever delivered in the Chapel of Millsaps College.

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Fikes says that he wants to hve such a hfe that he will
hand down to his ancestors to follow a good name.

Dr. Kern — Mr. Roiisseaiix, on what American novelist
did you write your composition?
Rousseaux — Shakespeare.

The Lamar Society held its Twelfth Anniversary on the
14th inst., and the following interesting program was rendered:
Orator— J. B. Ricketts...."The New South Debtor to the Old"
Anniversarian — M. S. Pittman, "The Anglo-Saxon and Why"
Address Hon. T. U. Sisson

The charming feature of the occasion were the solos sung
by Miss Manning.

The Galloway Society will hold its Anniversary on the
28th inst., when Mr. E. C. McGilvray as orator will speak on
"The Passing of the Old Republic"; Mr. A. P. Hand, as Anniver-
sarian, on "The Aristocracy of Merit." Prof. D. H. Bishop of
the State University, will deliver the address.

Athletics is no longer dead at Millsaps. With five baseball
teams, a tennis club, a basket ball team, and a full gymnasium,
there are games to suit all from the Prof, to the Prep.

The Y. M. C. A. was fortunate in securing the help of
Rev. Mr. Dobbs in the revival held recently. Mr. Dobbs is
a strong preacher and a splendid mixer. The boys will remem-
ber Rev. Dobbs fondly.

Mr. J. L. Neill will run an excursion train to Brookhaven
on May the 12th.

Among the visitors to the campus recently are: Steven
L. Burwell, D. J. B. Howell, Clarence Godbold, T. E. Mortimer,
"Buz" Welch, "Rankin" Shaw Enochs, J. F. Robinson, all
of whom have been students of Millsaps.

We are glad to report Mr. L. F. Barrier fully restored

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to his health and he proudly acknowledges that he is well
enough to walk to see his girl again.

Hall and Lewelling say that they are going to have direct
assurance from the weather-man that there will be no rain
before they offer to bring another girl to an anniversary. A
cab costs heavy, does it, boys?

A good friend of our Gulfport Chautauqua representative,
S. M. Graham, saw in a paper an announcement of the honor
conferred upon Sam and wrote him a letter in which occurred
these words: "I am proud of you, and to prove my statement,
buy you a fine suit of clothes to be worn when you deliver your
speech and send me the bill." Sam was born under a lucky
star.

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT.

J, E. Carruth, Jr., Editor.

We are glad to see the Blue and Bronze among our ex-
changes. It is one of the best Journals we receive from female
institutions. Neat and well arranged, it contains some good
poems and a story, besides its splendid departmental work.
"The Legend of La Fitt" or "The Spirit Boat" is a very inter-
esting story of specially good plot. "Mother Nature" is a very
creditable essay, while "Cloud Thoughts" is easily the best
piece of verse.

A pair in a hammock
Attempted to kis?,
In less than a jiffy

For our much discussed "neat cover" the Limestone Star
is characteristic. This is among the best of girl's school papers,
but the March number is a falling off from the previous issue.

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The essay, "The Rise and Growth of Novel," is too incomplete
to merit much praise, with twice the space given it and more
earnest effort the article could have been much improved.
The stories are rather common and trite. "A Tale on the Fault
of the Age" contains in its few lines soiue true philosophy, given
from the mouth of the spider. The editorials deserve special
mention; but the article, "Idealism and Truth in Art," is
decidedly the best contribution^ to the magazine.

"Your teeth are like stars," he said,
The maiden's face grew bright.

"Your teeth are like stars," he said,
"They all come out at night." — Ex.

We welcome another exchange to our table again in The
Kendall Collegian. Though it is exceedingly poorly printed
and confused in the arrangement of its matter, yet some
of the material is good. The best article is the story of adven-
ture and heroism that has the ring of the true heroic and
Missionary spirit about it. The essays on "The Jew" and
"Edmond Spencer and The Elizabethian Literature," deserve
some special credit, though the writer of the latter seems hardly
to justify his subject as he discusses in general terms only
the work of the poet.

Here's to lying lips we meet,
For truthful lips are bores.

And lying lips are very sweet —
When lying next to yours. — Ex.

The last number of The Spectator is the best yet published
by the board of editors. Each issue shows marked improve-
ment over the preceding ones. The debate is interesting and
strong, and the other articles, though too short, are well wTitten.
The departments are especially well conducted.

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Devoe: "After your son leaves college, I suppose you will
take him in business with you?"

Dye : "No, I do not carry a line of sporting goods." — Ex.

Clippings.

Tact.

I went to a party with Janet

And met with an awful mishap,
For I awkwardly emptied a cupful

Of chocolate into her lap.

But Janet was cool — ^though it wasn't;

But none is so tactful as she,
And smiling with perfect composure,

Said sweetly, "The drinks are on me." — Ex.

"The Eternal Question."

0, you lovely violet.
Can you tell me why I let
Maiden's eyes beguile me?
Modest, dew-washed violet,
I would ask you why I let
Maiden's lips beguile me,
Vain and foolish lover style me;
Whisper softly why I let
My heart yearn, sweet violet.

— University Virginia Magazine.

Tomorrow.

Smiles and sorrows so closely blend
We never know where either doth end.
Today's the cloud, the storm, the sorrow:
The joy, the light, the peace tomorrow.

Oh, dry those tears.

And calm those fears!

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Life was not made for sorrow;

Twill come, alas!

But soon 'twill pa"S —
Clouds will be sunshine tomorrow.

— Ouachita Ripples.

The Singer.

Down through the autumn forest,

To the sound of the vesper chimes,

There rode in the ebbing twilight
The master maker of rhymes.

The birds were still in the woodland
What time his lute strings rang,

And the dream folk trooped to the dancing.
For joy of the songs they sang.

The maiden leaned from the casement
To glean of the singer's store.

And she blew him a kiss in passing.
And the rhymer sang no more.

One rode in the winter twilight
That carried a voiceless lute.

And cherished in silent wonder

A love that had struck him mute. — Ex,

We wish to acknowledge receipt of the following magazines:
Emory Phoenix, Blue Mountain College Magazine, The Wliit-
worth Clionian, The Olive and Blue, The Hillman Lesbidelian,
Mississippi College Magazine, The Hendrix College Mirror,
The Journal, Randolph-Macon Monthly, The Mansfield Col-
legian, The Columbia Collegian, The Spectator, Andrew
College Monthly, Ouachita Ripples, Emory and Henry Era,
The Crimson- Wliite, The Limestone Star, The Polytechnian,
Kendall Collegian, The Blue and Bronze, University of Va.
Magazine, Monroe College Monthly, and The Reveille,

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Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., MAY, 1905. No. 8.

«'LA NOVIA"

"Aboard, and haul away the gang planks," shouted the
captain, and with waving of hats and fluttering of handkerchiefs
the steamer "Charlotte" pushed ofi" from Savannah. This
bright April morning of about the year 1850 found the harbor
calm and still, save for the swishing of the water as the trim
vessel skims out toward the ocean. The songs of the crew at
their various duties are answered by shouts from the neighboring
"smacks" of the fishermen.

An hour's sailing, however, found groups of passengers on
deck, some disposing themselves comfortably in steamer-chairs,
others promenading. Conversation flowed freely, aided by the
exhilirating motion of the boat.

One of the most interesting groups stood near the deck-railing,
Mrs. Fannie Alexander and her nieces. Miss Margaret Owen,
well enough advanced in years to have earned the title of "old
maid," and Elizabeth Reynolds, a young girl of eighteen.

"Oh, Aunt Fannie," exclaims Elizabeth, "do look at that
peaceful flock of lambs hy the little white cabin on the left shore!
How picturesque!"

"Geese," says Mrs. Alexander calmly, with a hearty laugh
from Miss Owen.

"And the fields of snowy cotton!" continued the girl, nothing
daunted.

"Rice fields, my dear," answered her aunt, and this time
all three join in the peal of merriment,

"We shall not fail to bring you hereafter, Beth, on any of
our trips to New Orleans, if only to have you comment on the
scenery," said Miss Owen.

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Elizabeth, somewhat quenched by her observations land-^
ward, thought to avoid the need of a spy-glass by turning her
attention to the promenaders aboard. Before long she caught
sight of two gentlemen approaching from the far end of the deck.

"Oh, there are General Lopez and his secretary, aunt, do you
suppose they are coming up here?"

"Yes, I think so, the General and I were discussing a subject
last night before we left the hotel, which he promised to renew
today, I have never met a more charming conversationalist.

This seemed not "the only group int^erested in the two men
in question, for as they paced slowly along the deck, the eyes
of all the passengers followed them, and questions and bits of:
gossip were heard on all sides — "A brave fellow to defy the
government as he is" — " 'Filibusters,' I hear? They should be^
careful to encounter no government officials" — "The Cubans
will be his debtors, even if he fails in his purpose." These anc
many more remarks were directed toward the two, the youn^
girls giving the greatest share of their attention to "the goodj
looking secretary."

And indeed they were a striking couple.

Lopez, a native Cuban, was large and of a rather heavy!
build. Yet his step was firm, his form erect, his intellect strong]
and clear, his face classic, serene, dignified, conunanding, and)
his manners courtly.

His companion and secretary, De Gourney, was tall, witl
the olive skin and dark eyes of his Spanish forefathers, his voice
musical — fascinating. By birth a Cuban, he had been educated]
in New Orleans. Before returning to his old home, he had met!
General Lopez and with the impulsive patriotism of youth joinedj
his fortunes with the man whose purpose it was to free his strug-j
gling brothers from the despotic rule of Spain.

The two men at first were talking in their native tongue!
and in low subdued tones, no doubt of the subject nearest the!
General's heart. In a moment, however, the young secretary]
said:

"Let's put aside duties for the present, senor, and talk with!

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our North Carolina friends. There are all three of the ladies.
I'll tell you frankly, I admire the youngest more than any Ameri-
can lady I ever met — and there are many beautiful women in
New Orleans."

"She is indeed of a peculiar type, blue eyes and black hair,"
answered the General.

"And as fair as an oleander," continued the younger, "so
unlike our brown-skinned, black-eyed senoritas of Cuba. But
her chief attraction, I think, is her lack of what the Americans
call self -consciousness . ' '

By this time they had reached the ladies. As soon as greet-
ings were exchanged, Mrs. Alexander and Miss Owen engaged
in conversation with Lopez, who enjoyed the originality of the
former and the humor of the latter, and whom they found in-
tensely interesting, not only because of his patriotic plans, but
for his striking personality and clear judgment. De Gourney
gladly seized the opportunity to talk to Elizabeth alone, and
the young Cuban found himself fascinated by this innocent
and wide-awake girl. And no wonder, for she was just passing
eighteen — that year when the heart of the maiden still beats
quickly, while with gentle dignity her brow accepts the coronation
of womanhood. She was a typical Southern girl. Her complexion
was almost of perfect whiteness. Yet no "waxen white" or
"shell-like pink"; but beneath the loosely bound hair was a face
in which strength of purpose and energy were somewhat in
contrast to the large dreamy eyes, where the openness of child-
nature mingled with the mysteries of maiden thought.

The two parties found that they were to be together for
several days, the General to go to New Orleans for more recruits,
and the ladies to end their pleasure trip there by a visit to a near
relative. Many were the discussions and arguments which Mrs.
Alexander and Miss Owen held with the General as to the slave
laws, the admission of California as a state, known as "the com-
promise of 1850," and other questions of the day. Lopez learned
that Mrs. Alexander's former husband had been a friend in his
early youth, and so he had confided to her many of his future plans.

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During these warm discussions and reminiscences, De Gourney'
and Elizabetli were sure to be in some deserted corner, he asking
about her home life in Carohna, she eagerly listening to his accounts
of his travels in Spain, and then of his devotion to his friend
and leader. Often they visited old Jack, the first mate, to listen
. to his long sea-yarns and laugh at his nautical expressions. "Blast
my main top-sails, if them two ain't goin' to drop anchor by
fallin' in love," he declared one day to the captain.

And his prophecy proved true.

One morning the first mate brought Elizabeth a huge bunch
of magnolias bearing the secretary's card. They had been brought
aboard from the last station where the steamer stopped. She
sat smiling and enjoying their fragrance, when suddenly she
noticed the leaves of the largest and most perfect flowers were
brown in many places — Letters! Looking closely she saw there
were lines of poetry on each leaf. Needless to say what their
message was! Never was more ardent love declared on the
costliest of parchment.

But has "true love" ever "run smooth"?

Soon news came that officers with authority of the govern-
ment were out in search of the General and his secretary. Mrs.
Alexander pleaded with them to leave the ship at the first landing
place. Lopez said he realized the danger, but was waiting for
important news from some of his followers.

Ehzabeth was distressed beyond measure. Once De Gourney
begged her vehemently in Spanish to come with him to Cuba.
Wlien he had translated she shook her head — she was too young —
her aunt would never allow it — he might come to see her at home.

The clouds grew darker and more threatening. A stern,
resolute look was on the General's face, his lips set in a hard
white line.

They were well past Tampa Bay, and news came that the
officers' ship was in close pursuit. It was a black night and
Elizabeth and De Gourney were talking beside the deck-railing.

"I heard you speaking to the General a short while ago, in

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your musical native tongue. I wish I ls;new more of Spanish,"
Elizabeth was saying.

"I should be content to teach you only two words."

"And those?"

"Te quiero" (I love you).

"Eight bells and all is well," shouts the watchman.

"Elizabeth!" calls Mrs. Alexander, and at the same time
a whistle summons De Gourney.

"Adios, my senorita,'' and disappearing he waves his white
Panama to the figure going down the stairway.

Next morning consternation reigned among the passengers.
"The General and his secretary have disappeared," they said.
And to only one party does the captain tell that the gentlemen
left the ship at Cedar Keys, just before the officers boarded the
ship.

Two months have passed — dragged by to Elizabeth. She
is in New Orleans in her room overlooking Lafayette Square.
On her desk lies a tear-stained letter, half completed, and the
sun, streaming through the open window, bathes the black hair
fallen over her shoulders, and in the depths of the dark blue eyes
is an undescribable look of sadness. Her maid has just handed
her the evening paper containing the headlines, "General Lopez
and Secretary Captured and Killed in Spain."

Elizabeth now tells this story to her grand-children, and
says she never reviews the old chapter that she does not think
of those lines of Tennyson —

"0 sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done
The voice, that now is speaking, may be beyond the sun —
Forever and forever with those just souls and true —
And what is life, that we should moan? why make we such ado?"

Frances Park.

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THE MOUNTAIN FIDDLER.

Tom and I had started early in the morning. We intended
to take one more bear hunt before leaving the West. So
having bought provisions and ammunition to last several
days, we had set out without a guide. We had already traveled
many miles and were in a desolate, hilly region. No sign of
game had yet been seen.

"I'm getting tired of this," said Tom. "I don't believe
there is a bear in a hundred miles of us."

"Then suppose we pitch out tent here and rest."

"Suits me."

We rested awhile, then ate dinner.

"Now, we must find something to shoot," said Tom, "or
I will load my gun full and empty it into a tree."

"You will find a bear to shoot at soon enough," I told him.

We now took a narrow, rocky path up a mountain side.
Pretty soon we came to a brooklet, which ran down the moun-
tain with a roar.

"Look there," I said, pointing to huge tracks in the white
sand.

"A big turtle, wasn't it?"

"As big as a bear," said I.

"You don't mean that those are bear tracks, do you?"
said Tom, looking bewildered.

"That's exactly what I mean. See where he went to the
water's edge, and then came back. I'll bet he has just eaten
a deer and came to quench his thirst. It hasn't been long,
either. We'll find him."

We followed the tracks along the small stream, until
they suddenly ceased.

"He must have fallen through the earth here," said Tom.
"Merely crossed the stream."

So there we crossed too, and took up the trail on the other
side. It led through what seemed an interminable path.
Then we came to a narrow gorge and that seemed the end

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of our journey. The path was closed in on all sides with
impassable clifTs, except where we came into it.

"Now, Where's your bear," said Tom smiling.

"There he is," and a huge, shaggy, grizzly appeared not
a hundred feet in front of us. He seemed to come out of
solid rock. We were botli taken by surprise. He gave a
savage growl, and started toward us.

"Make sure of your mark," I said to Tom. "We will
both shoot at the same time."

On he came, rising on his hind feet. In another moment
there were two simultaneous clicks — but no reports. We
had not thought to load our rifles! And in another minute
the bear would certainly have one of us in a death embrace.
We stood paralyzed.

Just then a faint strain of music echoed through the gulch.
It grew louder: we stood still. The bear halted, turned and
retreated!

"By the Holy Mary, if this don't beat any ten cent opera
I ever saw," said Tom.

"Let's go closer and find out about this thing."

We walked up as far as we could go, there was no bear to
be seen. We turned to go back and there, not a pace behind
us were several bears. An exclamation of surprise escaped
our lips. Just then there appeared in the midst of the bears
a small, weird looking human, wearing bear skins for clothes.
He began playing a violin; we at once recognized the tune.
What followed was indeed a show. The bears crouched,
then leaped over their master's head, one after another until
there seemed to be at least a hundred bears circling and turning
in the air over the little fellow's head. Not one touched him,
and we stood dumbfounded.

The music stopped — so did the bears. Then they crouched
about their master in a circle.

"Say, Cap," said Tom, "I'd like to buy j^our fiddle!"

The little man shook his head.

"Then won't you lend it to us to hunt bears with."

Again he shook his head.

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Tom now pitched a gold coin at him. Then the weird
looking human — if he was a human — turned and pointed to
a cave under the hill. The bears at once retreated. Then he
motioned for us to follow him. This we did. He led us on in
silence for about a mile, then began playing on his violin.
Suddenly, as if by magic, bears appeared on every side.

"Say, I don't like this much," said my friend.

The little man pointed as if to say, "Shoot." Then we
began shooting bears. We used up every shell we had, and
killed a bear every shot. When we had finished shooting,
there were at least a hundred dead bears lying about us.

Again -the little man began playing his violin in a different
strain. At once all the bears that we had not killed flew for
dear life. They ran as if Satan were after them. While we
were watching these proceedings in wonder, we forgot the
little man, and lo! when we looked about for him, he was not
to be found!

J. W. SCHOOMAKER.

4 4

FREEZOMAGISTON !

Having gone to college and gotten some instruction in
chemistry, my friend and I decided to expand our knowledge
in this branch of study Our Professor informed us that,
although there were now only eighty elements known to exist,
that new ones were being discovered all the time, and it was
probable that some day, some of us might be so fortunate
as to discover a new element We were overjoyed at this
probability and began to make a special study of chemistry.

We were very much struck with the properties of Sodium
while in our laboratory work. The peculiar property
it exhibited, when water was poured upon it, caused us to
think it was accompanied by some evil spirit, for never before
had we seen anything take fire when water was poured upon
it, but on the other hand we thought that fire and water were
the two opposing forces in the world. But, as there are

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exceptions to all rules, we concluded to make the best of this
exception. We reasoned this way: That if Sodium burned
with a brighter flame when brought in contact with water,
there must be some element that when it came in contact
with cold would become warmer and would warm whatever
surrounded it, and also, when brought into the presence of
darkness, would become exceedingly bright. After several
years' hard work, we at last discovered such an element,
which we, for reasons unexplained, named "Freezomagiston."
This element was obtained from a well known compound
which we do not care to mention just here. It might be well
to relate, before going further, that the time taken up with
our experimenting caused us now to be in a very critical financial
condition, for we were but little better than paupers, and
strange to say, although we were greatly wrought up over the
discovery of this element, we knew of no special use it would
be to the world. However; a certain friend made a suggestion,
the results of which we will continue to elucidate.

We' learned that several unsuccessful attempts had been
made to discover the North Pole. The reason for this was
the extremely disagreeable climate together with the great
icebergs that infested those i^egions. Feeling assured that
Freezomagiston would overcome the 6bstacles, we prepared
a sailing vessel, supplied it with the necessary provisions and
set sail for the north pole. After several weeks we reached
the frozen regions of the North; however, the cold weather
never affected us in the least because our clothes and the
beak of the ship were coated with freezomagiston. The ice
melted before us and the enormous current produced at the
beak of our ship turned the icebergs from 'our course.

We were not in great haste to reach our destination, but
desired rather to make friends with the natives as we went
along, for we thought their frienship would be of worth to us,
as our food supplies were about exhausted and we were in need
of help in many other ways. When we reached Sleetland,
the delightful season of day had just ended and a night of

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several months had begun. The hght, produced by the freezo-
magiston on the beak of the ship aroused the Esquimaux from
their ice huts, and they came down to the coast to see what
evil spirits were molesting their shores. However, when they
came near us such a strange warmness enveloped them that
they began to think that we were accompanied by divine power;
but we informed them better than this because we wanted
to lower ourselves with them that we might learn something
of their habits.

We began an intimate association with the Esquimaux
at once. The only great disadvantage we were to them was
that their ice houses quickly melted away when we approached
them. On the other hand we assisted the natives in so many
other ways that this could be overlooked. We were a great
help to them in chasing the white bear, in hunting the eidder
ducks, in fishing and catching the walrus and seals. When
they would go on a great hunt or a long journey, one of us
would go in front on a sled drawn by dogs, using the freezo-
magiston as a headlight, while the other one would go behind
in the same manner. This element proved very useful in
hunting as well as in journeying. One pound of it put into
a lake would bring all the seals and walrus to the bank. This
attracted the white bear, which came in great numbers from
their dens, which in turn attracted us and gave us an oppor-
tunity to both kill the bear and capture the seals and walrus.
A small quantity of this element placed upon a mountain cliff
would cause thousands of eider ducks to hover around it, which
oftentimes gave us a chance to entrap the whole drove. We
remained with the natives for several months, but when
the day dawned upon that region we continued our journey,
taking with us, many of the Esquimaux to pilot us as far as
they had ventured, and also to furnish us with whale oil and
blubber when we reached the colder regions.

As before, we had no difficulty with the ice and since we
used the freezomagiston the temperature of the weather
did not trouble us. After traveling for several days, we

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discovered that there was an unseen force pulling us in a north-
erly direction. This force became so strong that we found
we had no need for sails because the ship was piercing the
ice so violently that the beak of the ship was rapidly wearing
away. The Esquimaux on board became disheartened, after
journeying for some thing more than a week, and would have
turned back but this was impossible for even the winds blew
in a northerly direction. We were greatly alarmed at this,
but the secret was soon revealed. In our presence now stood
that great magnet, the North Pole, that had stood so majesti-
cally for ages unhaunted by the sight of human eye! And as
Balboa was the first one to discover the Isthmus of Panama,
so we were the first ones to look upon that great magnet,
for which many explorers had sought, some of whom had given
their lives to the cause.

We had accomplished a great deal in making this grand
discovery, which, however, we found to be of very little im-
portance to the world, but now the question was: How
were we to separate ourselves from this pole? For the magnetic
force was so strong that it seemed impossible to overcome
it, but by using the means, that was suggested by one of the
Esquimaux, we succeeded in overcoming this force. Having
accomplished this, we began to retrace our steps.

A full account of this will be given at a more convenient
season.

Ben Tindall.
♦ ♦

A FISH STORY.

According to my usual custom I started out last summer
on an annual tour of the eastern states, more, I might sg,y»
for pleasure than for business. My route led through a small
town of East Tennessee at which place I was compelled to '
lie over for some few hours on account of bad connection
between trains, and I am quite sure that mine was the heartfelt ,
sympathy of all who have experience^ similar trials. :,,:

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The place afforded as shelter for travelers a small, dingy-
looking building, which might be in an extreme case, classed
as a hotel, and it was in the office of this structure that I was
stretched in an old arm chair, lazily puffing away at a cigar
and chatting with the proprietor when I noticed in a large,
glass case on the counter, a very tempting and beautiful
trout of enormous size.

"Beautiful fish," said I.

"Yes," he replied, "and one of the gamest I ever had
the luck to catch. He pulled my boat clean from one end of
the lake to the other, before I landed him."

He was soon after called out and an old inhabitant of the
village came in. I called his attention to the fish and commen-
ted quite favorably on its appearance.

"0, yes," he said, "I caught that fish when, I was a mere
boy. He came near drowning me, its true, but by hard work
I got him, finally."

Wlien this old man had gone and I was turning the some-
what tangled matter. over in my brain^thinking of what a
wonderful and vicious sea-wonder I was gazing upon, an old
negro preacher, arrayed magnificently in his high beaver and
frock-tailed coat, passed by as he was relating some exciting
personal experience to a companion. I chanced to overhear
him say, as he pointed in the direction of the hotel fish:

"Yas, and dat scudder wuz a ram. Why man, he got
his fin kotched in the end of the boat and wuz goin' right on
to de holy Ian' wid it, wlieri I lassoed him."

I could merely surmise that he was giving an account of
the time he landed the famous trout.

After this three successive men came in and told me their
different experiences while catching that fish.

Some minutes later, the proprietor returned, and as we
sat discussing matters, a hunter entered and swung his gun
good naturedly at the landlord. Unfortunately (?) it struck
the glass case, which contained the trout, and sent it crashing
to the floor, shattering case, fish and all.

The fish was glass! J. K. Williams, '05.

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T.HE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., MAY, 1905. No. 8.

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College.

A. P. HAND Editor-in-Chief

J. E. CARRUTH, Jr Associate Editor

M S. PITTMAN Local Editor

W.'N. DUNCAN Literary Editor

S. M GRAHAM Alumni Editor

W. A. WILLIAMS Business Manager

L. E. price, D. T. ruff Assistant Business Managers

Bemittances and business communicntions should be sent to W. A.
Williams , Business Manager. Matter intended for publication should
be sent to A. P. Hand, Editor-in-Chief.

Issued the 15th of Each Month During the College Year.
Subscription, Per Annum., §1.00. Two Copies, §1.50 Per Annmit.

EDITORIALS.

At Brookhaven Millsaps did her best, and
Intercollegiate has nothing of which to be ashamed. We
Oratorical were beaten and in our period of long success
Contest. we have not forgotten how to take defeat

like a man. One thing upon which wt look with especial
pride is the fact that we won on Manuscript. Manuscript does
not as we understood in former contests count three-fifths,
but is put on par with delivery. ~^~~Millsaps, as a rule, always
gets first place in Thought, Originality, and Rhetoric, but
falls off in Delivery. This has been so marked that there must
be a reason, a deficiency in one line of our college training.
Our literary societies furnish a training in thought that cannot

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fail to make its men victorious. But they almost totally
ignore the manner of delivery. If a member has anything
to say he conveys his thought in some way, little caring how.
A debator makes as fine argument as a more pretentious ever
dared; yet he reads his speech and in a dull monotone. He is
working for the question, and the decision committee does
not take delivery into consideration. There is no inducement
for him to make a pretty speech. It would be much better
for our societies, far better for our men and the college, were
more attention paid to delivery. It could not well enter into
a decision of a debate question, but we might have competition
in other lines. We have only one oration per week. There
can be no rivalry under such an arrangement. Miniature
oratorical contests, where delivery would receive at least
some attention, would rouse our latent eloquence and show
us its importance. It is not that too much attention is paid
to thought, but too little to the rest. Let us bend to our work
in earnest and next time success will certainly be ours. Millsaps
may be beaten once, but her invincible spirit knows no defeat.

With this issue Volume 7 closes and the management of
the CoLLEGL\N passes to other hands. It has been a pleasure
to edit your magazine, to feel we had a part in representing
to the college world some of the laudable sentiments and
lofty ideals that inspire the students of Millsaps College. Yet,
as we glance over the struggle of the past year, a struggle
sometimes for bare existence, and see the broken plans, the
dissappointed hopes, the baffled high ambition, we cannot
but feel a pang that we have fallen so short. In the trying
struggle we have often thought of the responsibility the faculty
placed upon us, of the trust of the student body and their
reputation at stake, of the kindly interest of our friends who
rejoice at any success the College may achieve and are equally
grieved at its failures. We have done so little where we
purposed to do much.

Yet success or failure does not depehd altogether on the

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board of editors. A good board can do much in arousing
enthusiasm and directing other's efforts to the best advantage.
They can shape and mould the efforts of the students but they
cannot create. The students are in a far greater measure
responsible for their publication. Without their support
their magazine will never be more than an empty excuse.
But many still insist that time is wasted in working for their
college publication. Others argue it is the staff's business
and they have no part in it. The Collegian at present has
what we may call genuine support from too small a per cent,
of the student body. Until they are all interested it cannot
be complete, not merely that interest evinced in subscribing,
like the tithes the Pharisee gave while locking the soul of
religion, but an interest to do all in their power for their paper's
success. For such an interest we sincerely thank those who
have contributed articles. We wish also to thank the business
men for the support they have rendered us. Without them
a magazine would have been impossible, and we hope their
investment may prove profitable in more ways than as a com-
mercial deal. The staff wishes to express its sincere gratitude
for all the interest and forbearance shown by the faculty, the
students and all our friends.

LITERARY DEPARTMENT.

W. N. DUNCAN, EDITOR.

The Ravanels.

The events of the first few chapters of Harris Dickson's
new novel, "The Ravenels," occur during the chaotic period
just following the Civil War. , Then the scene shifts to the
present time. In and around Vicksburg, Mississippi, the stir-
ing events of the story take place. The mysterious circum-
stances which gives young Stephens Ramond opportunity to
revenge the murder of his father forms the theme of this novel.

Major Stephens Ravenel, a prominent citizen and highly

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respected by all, is basely murdered by Powhatand Rudd, a
pretended friend and the accepted lover of Ghlondia Ravanel,
the sister of the murdered man. Owing to the looseness of
justice during this stormy period the murderer is not punished
Being unable to meet the reproachful glances of his former
friends he, coward like, leaves his home in the Delta. The
love which Claudia Ravanel once had for him turns into bit-
terest hate. She makes her home with her brother's widow
and spends her life in instilling into the minds of her brother's
older son the one thought that when he gets to be a man he
must avenge the murderer of his father. Years pass. And
Stephen Ravanel, Jr., completes his college education, and
having taken a special coures in law, is offered a partnership
in a leading law firm of Vicksburg, the senior member of which
firm was a bosom friend of Stephen's father. Stephen ac-
cepts his oft"er, but his brother John remains at home to care
for the plantation and to protect the home. Stephen reaches
Vicksburg early one Sunday night and goes at once to Nago-
les Inn where he is assigned a room. Soon his father's old
friend and some of his college chums learn that he is in the .city
and unitl late that night he enjoys their hospitality. As the
crowd is breaking away Stephen accepts an invitation to spend
the night with Robert Warfield. ' It is after one o'clock when
they return to Nagales Inn for Stephens valise. Robert waits
below while Stephen goes to his room. Suddenly the inmates
of the .hotel are aroused by frightfid screams and the sound of
scuffling in a certain part of the building. Several excited
traveling men rushing to the room whence come the screams
become witnesses to an awful murder. The murderered man
proves to be Powhatan Rudd who had years ago murdered
the father of Stephen and the murderer is Stephaen Ravanel,
Jr. Stephen at once surrenders and to the surprise of all pro-
claims himself as the murderer. Public feeling runs so high
against him that he is hurried away to jail to prevent his being
mobbed. Even Stephen's best friends can see no excuse what-
ever for his deed. Robert Warfield, his faithful college chum,

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and Capt. Grayson, the friend of Stephen's father knowing
that there mnst be some cause for the awful deed , heartily agree
to undertake to clear him in the approaching trial. Ste-
phen's friends are untiring in their efforts to collect evidence
for his defence. At the trial, after the witnesses for the State
are heard, a large portrait of Stephen's father in army uniform
is produced. The faded coat is put on the defendant and
the striking resemblance of father and son is noted. The
counsel for the State objected to this procedure, but the
counsel for the defendant, assuring the Court that this and
every other resort of theirs, bore directly on the murder itself,
were allowed by the Judge to proceed. Next an old man
testified that often he had been a guest in the home of Powhatan
Rudd, and every night without exception during his stay
in that home, his slumbers were disturbed by the host calling
out in his sleep: "Stephen! My God, Stephen!" He said
that Rudd's family had become so accustomed to tliis that
they paid no attention to it whatever. Yet to him it had
meaning. Then followed the testimony of Stephen himself:
"I ran upstairs for my satchel; the room was dark. I tried
to light the gas, but found I had no match, and fumbling
around succeeded in turning on an incandesent light. I re-
placed some small articles in the satchel, turned off the light
and left the room. I had already locked the door behind
me when I remembered my umbrella, and went back to get
it. I felt around in the dark, knocked against something
and made a noise, then I noticed a strong odor of gas and
supposed I must have turned it on by accident. I was just
in the act of reaching up for the jet when I heard a cry from
the next room. It was not loud — more like a moan. An-
other cry followed immediately somewhat louder. And
then some one in that room called out, "Stephen! 0 Stephen!"
It startled me, but as I had no friends in the hotel I thought
it could not be meant for me. The voice was unfamiliar.
I was still trying to find the gas jet when I very clearly heard
the words: "Stephen Ravanel, for God's sake Stephen!"

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— the appeal of a man in mortal fear. I rushed to the door
between the rooms, but it was locked. Then I burst the door.
There was a table on the other side; it fell and broke. I
stopped ; the glare in the room dnzzled my eyes ; I could see
nothing. I was beginning to see a little when there came
another scream: "My God! it's Stephen!" A man in his
night clothes bounded out of bed and sprang on me. I saw
the glitter of his knife; it ripped me here, and here, and here,
and here before I could catch his arm. We grappled; we
fought; we fell to the floor. I tried to take the knife from
him, but he was a strong man, and jerked away from me.
As he came at me again, I struck him with a chair and knocked
the knife from his hand. It flew into a corner, and we fell-
together on top of it. It must have been there that I cut
him first; I do not know how, but I saw the blood on his shirt.
We fought on the floor, then struggled to our feet. He bit
my shoulder; I dropped the knife; he writhed out of my arms,
steadied himself against the bed, crouched and sprang on
me again. I can scarcely tell you what happened then; I
only know that we fought on the floor, on the bed, around
the room, everywhere. The next thing that I remember
clearly was that I had the knife myself, and was driving it
into his breast. I felt it strike a bone. He trembled and
sank into my arms. We were standing then directly beneath
the chandelier; everything was deadly still, and the court-
house clock struck one — two. That was the first time I had
ever heard it. Some people burst in from the hall; I paid
not atention to them; the man in my arms was dying. I
felt his legs give way, and had to hold him up. Then I looked
at him and saw that he had only one eye. I knew then that
I had killed Captain Pawhatan Rudd, the man who mur-
dered my fathet. "

In spite of the vigorous argument by the counsel for
the State, this testimony of Stephen, with the evidence that
had preceded it, cleared him. The mutual love of Stephen
Ravenal and Marcia Grayson, and the one smooth course of

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this love, adds much to the interest of the book. We are
pleased when Marcia's cousin Gray, a merry girl who "scatters
gloom from every face," selects the sturdy John Ravanel
as the choicest of her admirers.

The characters of this book are remarkably well drawn.
They are natural, for there is nothing stilted about what they
do or say. The young Stephen Ravanel is by far the strongest
of the male characters. The deepest impression of 'his
childhood days was the cold still face of his father, and that
impression lived with him day and night. He came of a
proud, passionate race, and in him were shown the charac-
teristics of this race. Old Captain Grayson's kindness to
the son of his old friend, the veneration given him by the
young lawyers of the community, his patience and unflagging
zeal during his bodily affliction, and his calm joy over being
restored to health, directly appeal to the reader. We love
Marcia for her untiring devotion to her invalid father, and
for her lofty ideals of womanhood which her life so beauti-
fully exemplifies. Little Gray Poindexter at once and for
all time secures the admiration of the reader.

There are in "The Ravanels" many striking occasions.
The arrival at home of the corpse of Maj. Stephen Ravanel,
the murder of Powhatan Rudd, the trial of young Stephen,
Stephen's avowal of his love for Marcia, this reconciliation
after long separation are a few of the many striking scenes
which hold the reader from the beginning to the end of the
story.

"The Ravanels" is a novel which creates a strong inter-
est that increases with every turn until the finish of the book.
The love story is one of unusual strength and beauty. It is
a novel of cleverness, capital plot, and surprising climaxes.

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LOCAL DEPARTMENT.

M. S. PiTTMAN, Editor.

Heigh Ho, Merry June! Heigh Ho, Heigh!

Now for final exams! Then, yes, then Commencement,
speeches, buggy drives, banquets, a dip, home-going, mother,
sweetheart, a position, marriage — and hfe.

The most pleasant surprise of the session was the visit
of the senior class of Grenada College to Millsaps. Inop-
portune as it was — they came on the day that the Millsaps
senior class were to give their graduating orations before
the faculty. The boys blushed as they spoke, and the young
ladies "grinned and endured it." The two classes went to
the observatory on a star gazing trip that night. It is useless
to say that the visitors were the only ones that were charmed
by the astronomical orbs, for the entertainers were attracted
by orbs with more wooing features than the belts of Jupiter,
the rings of Saturn, or the imaginary circles of Mars. After
the star gazing was over, the two senior classes were entertained
informally by the Kappa Alpha Fraternity at its cozy little
Chapter house. The seniors of Millsaps unanimously voted
this occasion the crowning feature of their college course,
and two or three of them are hoping that this pleasant event
will be productive of a great result, viz: The culmination
of a bachelor's life. Kid Cupid did his work. Here's to the
class of 1905 of Grenada College — to declare the result.

Mr. 0. W. Bradley was recently selected by the faculty
to represent the college at the Sam Jones Chautauqua to
be held this summer. Mr. Bradley will finish his collegiate
course at Millsaps in June, but his work for the college will
not be completed till he has won the prize at the Chautauqua.

The faculty chose the following members of the senior
class of the literary department to represent the class on the
Commencement jtrogram: 0. W. Bradley, S. M. Graham,
A. P. Hand, M. S. Pittman and J. B. Ricketts. Messrs.

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Robinson and Merrill will represent the law department on
that occasion.

During the last month J. T. Lewis, Frank Gray, Dr. Harvey
Hunger and Dr. Sproles have visited club-mates on the cam-
pus— the Kappa Sigma.

Dr. Moore entertained the senior class on the evening of
the 5th of May. Dr. and Mrs. Moore, aided by their charm-
ing daughter, Miss Mary, and Misses Huddleston, Ridgeway
and Ricketts, made the occasion one of much pleasure to all
present.

The Juniors were given a pleasant evening on the 9th of
May by Prof, and Mrs. Walmsley.

After all brass is not good without brains to use it. Brains!
Brains!

Mr. 0. B. Eaton, a prominent member of the class of
1906, has recently been appointed as a cadet to West Point
Military Academy for the fifth Congressional district. We
regret to lose Mr. Eaton, but we feel that he will reflect much
honor in his new school. Mr. Eaton will enter the academy
about June 15th. For five years a Mississippian has lead
the class at West Point. We are not fearful that the record
will be broken with Mr. Eaton there to represent the state.

To speak complimentary of the reception which was
extended to Millsaps by the Whitworth College girls on May
the 12th, would be modest. The girls treated us right, and
any one who wishes to get in a fight, just let him dispute
this in the presence of the local editor or any other boy who
wears the purple and the white. He would not last as long
as tender beef at a boaridng house. That Whitworth is
ALL RIGHT, two hundred voices at Millsaps proclaim.

Alpha Mu and Jackson Alumnae Chapters of the Kappa
Alpha Order will unite in giving a very elegant banquet at
the Hotel Norvelle on June the 6th. There will be present
a large number of the members of the Order from all over
the state, and it is probable that the principle toast of that

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occasion will be responded to by one of the prominent mem-
bers of the Order, Pres. Craighead, of Tulane, John Temple
Graves, or Gov, Joseph W. Folk of Missouri.

With this issue of the Collegian my duties and pleasures
as editor of the local department come to a close. It has
been a duty which I have cheerfully done because of the pleasure
it has afforded me. It is the duty of the local editor to show
to the college world the real life of the college which he repre-
sents; to give every department of college life; the Y. M. C. A.,
the athletics, the Literary Societies, Fraternities and mis-
cellanies, their just share in his colunms. He should not be
partisan, or prejudiced, but should tell the news of the CAMPUS
in the most attractive manner possible. His department
should be something more than a chroncile of dry facts, and
a sheet of oft repeated campus jokes; it should be a bright,
newsy collection of college events, told so as to sparkle with
wit, and originality, and so that the reader can feel the per-
sonality behind the pen. If I have fallen short of the standard
which I hold, it is not because of prejudice or lack of interest,
but lack of ability.

I wish to thank the entire student-body for the interest
which was manifested by each and every student in the State
contest. To win a gold medal would be an honor, but I deem
it a much rarer honor to be heartily supported by the student
body in whose behalf I spoke. I thank each and every one
most cordially for the Inspiration you gave. Let us accept
our defeat like men and hope for the future.

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT.

J. E. Carruth, Jr., Editor.

We are glad to acknowledge receipt of the following mag-
azines for the month of April. Most of these come regularly
to our table and have become as pleasant, agreeable friends:
Emory Phoenix, Blue Mountain College Magazine, The Whit-

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worth Clionian, The Ohve and Bhie, The HiUman LesbediUan,
Mississippi College Magazine, The Journal, Randolph-Macon
Monthly, The Mansfield Collegian, The Columbia Collegian,
The Spectator, Andrew College Monthly, Ouachita Ripples,
The Crimson- White, The Limestone Star, The Polytechnian,
Kendall Collegian, Monroe College Monthly, The Reveille
and Maroon and White.

The work of the exchange editor is, notwithstanding
the tediousness of a certain degree of repetition, verj^ pleasant
and instructive, and certainly at times amusing. You know
already the wits and philosophers who are to soothe the troubles,
and treat and relieve the ills of the coming age. True bits
of real life are portrayed, as in the troubles and pleasures of
school life; and absurdities galore, from one class appropriating
another's desigfi for their class pin, or using a worn joke from
another magazine without the familiar and accustomed "Ex.,"
to inserting a stanza from Tennyson, Longfellow, or Harris,
as though it came from the mind of the school boy. Surely
it must be a good study of what we meet in real life.

Clippings.

"Sir, you have insulted my mother-in-law!"

"Is there anything else I can do for you, old chap?"

Argument on continuation of present system of exami-
nations— "Further, most teachers have their hobbies and
pet questions, which they especially emphasize, as a result
of which their personality constitutes a larger part of the exam-
ination than does the course. To pass, to suit such an examiner,
the student must be of his type, and even nossess his peculiar-
ities."— Randolph Macon Monthly.

I chatter, chatter as I go.

And join the laughter ever;
But when in class I'm called upon,

My lips refuse to sever.

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By a Freshman.
"I stood on the bridge at sunset,

And in the water I saw
Wliat I thought to be some tadpoles,

All fighting as if in war.
As it seemed to be interesting,

I slowly raised my glass.
And on closer observation

They proved the Senior class."

The Unspoken.

The forest holds a subtle secret close

Behind the maple trunk and needle pine;
The violet sighs the secret to the rose.

And lifts it upward in the clambering vine.
The stream confides it softly to the trees,

The clouds are silent witness to the thought;
It pours its rapturous spirit on the breeze.

From wave to peak, from peak on high is brought.
'Tis throbbing on the brow that meets my kiss,

'Tis rustling in the haloed mesh of gold
That crowns the glance that is all human bliss.

And lives the word that needs not to be told.

To a Bore.

My prosing friend, I sometimes sigh
To read of merry days gone by —
Days when the "bore's head" used to be
Served on a dish of Rosemary.
Some men are born an age too late —
Some dishes being out of date.

— Punch.

"I am afraid, Johnie," said the Sunday School teacher,
rather sadly, "that I shall never meet you in the better jland."
"Why? Wliat have you been doing now?"

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Violets.

Sweet little woodland flowers,

Kissed by the morning dew,
What is the sweet, fond message

That I receive from you?
Long ere the other blossoms

Awoke from winter's sleep,
You pretty little elfins

Out from your hiding creep
Gathered in one sweet cluster.

Arranged by the fairest hand —
Tell, fair angel of Spring time.

What is it you demand?
Though crushed and bruised, dear violets,

I treasure you the more;
So in my eager nostrils

Your dainty perfume pour,

— Randolph-Macon Monthly.

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