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The Millsaps Collegian. 

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


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. 


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 

Jackson, Miss. 


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 

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 


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 

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 


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 


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 


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." 



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 


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 


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 


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, 


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 


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. 


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. 


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. 


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 


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- 

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 

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 


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 

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 


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 


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 

"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 


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- 

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! 


"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 

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. 


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. 


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 


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 

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- 

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 


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, 

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 


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 


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 


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 

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 


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. 


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 

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, 


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. 


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 

8 The Millsaps Collegian. 

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 

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. 



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. 


"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 

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. 




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^ 


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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. 



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. 


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

Published Monthly by the Studenta of Millsaps College. 

A. P. HAND Editor-in-Chief 

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

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

Snbscription, Per Annum, fl.OO. T\eo Copies, fl.50 Per Annum. 

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. 




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. 


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 

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. 


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 

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. 


"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. 


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. 




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, 


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. 



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.) 


(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 — 
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, 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. 


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

Published Monthlij by the Students of Millsaps College. 

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

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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 


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. 


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. 


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. 

p . . The Millsaps Collegian. I 11 

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." 


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 

28 The Millsaps Collegian 

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 

(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. 


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. 


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 

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 

The Mills APS Collegian 9^ 

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." 


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. 


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 


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. 


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 


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 

36 The Millsaps Collegians' 

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 

Prof. Walmsley recently stated in his lecture on Sociology 

38 The Millsaps Collegian. 

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- 

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. 


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. 


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 

42 , The Millsaps Collegian 

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. 


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. 


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. 


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. 

44 The Millsaps Collegian. 

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 


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. 


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 
over and attend to the estate. So after waiting a few days 

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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. 


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, 



"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. 

The captain of the steamboat would have sent him back to 

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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 

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. 


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 

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 
anything else that caused him to so quickly take off his shoes 

16 The Millsaps Collegian. 

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. 


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. 


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 


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 

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 

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 

The Millsaps Collegian 27 

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. 

28 The Millsaps Collegian 

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. 


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. 


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 

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 

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 

The Mills APS Collegian 31 

*'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. 


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. 
Temporal 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. 
Temporal Mores! 

— Maryville College Monthly. 

To You. 

Sweet love to me has brought a balm 
Unbought, — a restful, peaceful calm; 
Nor to my heart a sweeter psalm 
Could angels sing! 
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. 



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

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

Ah, then! 


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

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! 


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

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. 


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 — 

The Millsaps Collegian. 

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. 



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 

10 The Millsaps Collegia]?^ 

•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- 

"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. 


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. 


"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 

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 

"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 

"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." 


"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 

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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 

"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 

"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. 

14 The Millsaps Collegian. 

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?" 


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

"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 

"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. 


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

Fublished Monthltj by the Sttidents 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 

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

IssuKD the 15th of Each Month During the College Year. 
Snbsci'iption, Per Annum, $1.00. Two Copies, §1 .50 Per Annum. 


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 


16 The Millsaps Collegian. 

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 

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 

18 The Millsaps Collegian. 

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. 



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 


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. 

24 The Millsaps Collegian. 

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 

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 

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." 



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. 


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 

Prof. — "Which of your parallel readings helped you 

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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Vol. 7. JACKSON, MISS., APRIL, 1905. No. 7. 


"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. 

"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 

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 

"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. 


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 

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. 


"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 
be found upr ^ the ball-ground hard at practice. Evening 

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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. 


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 

L. E. PRICE, D. T. RUFF Assistant Business Managers 

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. 


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. 



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 

"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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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 

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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M. S. PiTTMAN, Editor. 

In the Spring when a pretty maiden gets herself a brand new 

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 


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. 



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. 


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. 


"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 

"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] 

"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 

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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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 

"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 

"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! 


4 4 


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 

Ben Tindall. 
♦ ♦ 


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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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 

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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. 

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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. 



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 

20 • The Millsaps Collegian. 

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! 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!" 

2Z The Millsaps Collegian. 

— 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 

"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. 

24 The Millsaps Collegian. 


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 

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! 

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. 


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. 


"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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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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