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VoL 8. Jackson, Miss*, November, I905* No. t*

THE ANGLO-SAXON AND WHY.

(Speech delivered by M. S. Pittman in the Mississippi
Oratorical Contest, Brookhaven, Miss., May, 1905.)

This is a day of progress and prophecy. Almost every
author and statesman, politician and priest, has his theory
as to the final solution of all future problems, and with fault-
less language and infallible logic suggests an ideal method
for the adjustment of all succeeding exigencies. As for me,
I care not to unveil the mystic future and prophesy the destiny
of all; I prefer to cast a backward glance over the path trodden
for a few centuries by the Anglo-Saxon race, to note the steps
by which it gained its supremacy, and try to find the real
secret of its great success.

Every nation has a time that it acknowledges as its birth-
hour and a man that it confesses as its father; France and
Germany had their Charlemagne, and Russia her Peter the
Great; even so, England, her Alfred, the West Saxon. It
was he who sounded the bugle blast that called together the
men of his own blood, inspired by a common patriotism, and
repulsed a heathen invasion. That conflict was not only a
conflict between Danes and Saxons; it was a death grapple
between Thor and the "White Christ." It was a rude chal-
lenge which came from the warrior god, disputing the empire
of the Prince of Peace. Right prevailed, Christianity conquered
and England became a nation.

It is provided in the Constitution of the Mississippi State Oratori-
cal Association, that the representatives of the colleges shall have their
speeches published in their respective college journals, at some time dur-
ing the year succeeding the contest.

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To every nation, as to every individual, must come "times
that try men's souls," times when men must grapple in a life
and death struggle for all that Ufe holds dear. Such a time
was it when the chivalric Howard and the "hoary sea dogs
of the Spanish main" led the yoemen of England to combat
with the proud aristocracy of haughty Spain; when they
crushed the ponderous Armada, the last resource of mediaeval
despotism in its struggle against the rising tide of Anglo-
Saxon liberty. When the morning sun shone on the rocky
shores of England, strewn with the bodies of thousands of
Spain's bravest soldiers, and disclosed to view every crest of
the waves covered with the wreck of Spanish galleons, his
beams fell on an England which was henceforth to be not only
the mistress of the seas, but the mother of mighty nations of
kindred blood in parts of the world then unlmown.

Another day dawned for Anglo-Saxon blood and civiliza-
tion, when on the rugged Plains of Abraham, two of nations'
noblemen battled for the supremacy of the New World. It
was not the fate of Quebec which was the issue between Mont-
calm and Wolfe — those two men who incarnated the highest
ideals of chivalrous manhood, and whom history delights to
paint as equally grand in life and glorious in death — not the
possession of the New World, but the success of the policy
planned by Pitt in England, and executed by CHve in India,
by Frederic the Great in Europe, by Rodney on the sea, by
Wolfe in America. Well could Wolfe say, "I die in peace,"
for his work was done. Three continents acknowledged the
sway of the Anglo-Saxon, and he had won the dominion
"o'er palm and pine."

Once again "the timiult and the shouting dies," the smoke
of battle hfts, and from under the heavy clouds of a June day,
the sun shines on the wreck of the Old Guard. That sun
which had been seen to rise at Austerlitz was now setting at
Waterloo, and once again the fate of future ages was fixed by
Anglo-Saxon arms. The "Man of Destiny," who had domina-
ted European thought and action for fifteen years, who had

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threatened to crush the last remnant of self-government, was
at last overthrown, and glad huzzas went up from the liberated
nations of Europe, and it was reahzed that the leadership of
the world was entrusted to Anglo-Saxon hands and hearts.

To the casual and unthinking student of history, these
great battles seem to have caused the change in the history
of nations. They were, indeed, but results of causes more
fundamental and far-reaching.

The first cause that I would assign for this world-suprem-
acy of the Anglo-Saxon is his ability as a colonizer. Wherever
he goes he makes his resting place a home, not a camping
ground; a local habitation upon which he bases his affection
and in which he places his confidence, not a place held through
political greed, financial avarice, or mihtary pride. The
Pilgrim Fathers with axe and plow, spelling book and Bible,
and a thirst for freedom, landed upon the barren shores of
New England and ere the decline of many suns a thriving
colony was founded; DeSoto, with a strong Spanish army,
royally regaled, with martial music and abundance of supplies
disembarked upon the fertile and friendly shores of Florida,
and at the end of two years he and all of his splendid army
had perished in the wilderness without building a single hut
or clearing a single field. Dupleix, France's greatest genius
in a foreign land, saw a vision of India as a vast military pos-
session of France, but had not the colonizing power to perfect
his empire dream; Clive, with personal initiative, strength of
character, practical ideas, and Anglo-Saxon ability, appro-
priated every advantage, overcame every obstacle, conquered
two hundred and fifty millions of people, and permanently
established in the Asiatic domain an English stronghold.
Spain, for three centuries the sole possessor of the Pearl of the
Antilles, contented herself with holding official position and
governing the political and military poUcies of the island;
the United States in eighteen months surrendered those
privileges to the natives and actively entered agriculture,
commerce, and industry. The steadfastness and final success
of Anglo-Saxon colonies depends not upon the crushing of

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existing creeds, but upon the elevation of racial principles;
not upon with-holding from the people the truths of Ufe, but
upon freeing the mind and unfettering the soul by giving to
them the benefits of the printing-press, the school-room, and
the open Bible.

Freedom and independence are the watch-words of the
Anglo-Saxon race. "It is liberty under law that the English-
speaking people desire; it is liberty, not hcense; civilization,
not barbarism; it is hberty clad in the celestial robe of law,
because law is the only authoritative expression of the will
of the people." The Anglo-Saxon race was the first race to
win a Magna Charta from a tyrannical king, to free a nation
from the rashness of an absolute democracy by establishing
a representative government. It was the first to establish
trial by jury and habeas corpus, and the first to abolish the
practice of slavery, to grant liberty of speech, freedom of the
press, and independence of thought.

This ability to adapt himself to circumstances and to use
every difficulty as a cornerstone upon which to build his colony,
and this high appreciation of individual rights and of personal
responsibilities is greatly the result of the Anglo-Saxon's edu-
cation. Every nation has its characteristic education, and
its method of education mirrors the ideal held by the race;
Sparta developed the physical being of her men, and ruled
her provinces by sheer brute force; Athens educated her poets
and statesmen, and left to following ages a lasting literature;
modern France trains the memory of her men, and leaves them
prepared only for tame, automatic officials; Germany forces
education upon her people, and demands a term of military
service; but the Anglo-Saxon nations inspire personal desires,
hopes, and ambitions; arouse independent action, thought, and
purpose; and above all teach self-confidence and individual
initiative.

The reason for the phenomenal success of the Anglo-Saxon
over all other races of men in colonizing, the cause of his
appreciation of justice, and the element which characterizes
his educational methods, is the granite strength and liquid

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transparency of his character. Character, with the heroic
courage of a CMve, the rehgious fervor of a Washington, and
the untiring energy and individual action of a Frankhn, is the
cause of Anglo-Saxon superiority.

Do you ask me where is the fountain from which flows
the purest, crystal character? Do you seek for the foundry
which moulds the noblest and strongest type of manhood?
Would you know the real secret of the perpetuity of English
principles and the spread and success of English ideas? If so,
I point you to the world's greatest institution, the Anglo-
Saxon home.

It is there that the race has its strength; it is there that
the nation must look for safety. Obedience to law and respect
for its natural officers are first learned in the home. The
principles of liberty, protection for all, partiality to none,
are first taught around the fireside. The family hearth-stone
is the nursery of honor and honesty, and the school of courage
and patriotism. Alfred was daily taught by a Christian mother,
and became the founder of the world's greatest race; Pitt was
reared in a pious English home, and ere his death planned this
history and shaped the destiny of continents; Washington as
a child nightly lisped the name of God at the knee of a widowed
mother, and in manhood became America's greatest soldier
and statesman, and the father of a vast republic; and Rhodes
breathed the reverent atmosphere of an English rectory and
waked to civilization and thrust into action the sleeping nations
of the Southern hemisphere.

In our own country, pessimists and politicians point with
prophetic finger to the passing of the republic. They cry out
against the usurpation of powers by the President and the
reckless legislation of Congress, and see in every governmental
change immediate and irrevocable ruin. But to me these
are not causes for national uneasiness. National destruction
comes not from a single act of legislation or presidential tyranny.
It rests not upon the political chicanery of Tammany Hall
or the financial speculation of Wall Street, but upon the social
and moral condition of the home. So long as the Anglo-Saxon

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home keeps its purity, it will retain its power; and so long as
the home perpetuates its power, the race will increase, its
possessions will multiply, and its principles will spread till they
shall dominate the world.

Do you ask what it is that makes the Anglo-Saxon home
such a mighty bulwark? Can you not see that it is the great,
silent, and never-ceasing influence of wife and mother? The
strength of every nation is in direct proportion to the strength
of its homes, and the strength of its homes depends directly
upon the position of its women. France has no homes, there-
fore her citizens are moral weaklings. The ancients discredited
their women and their nations soon decayed. The Anglo-
Saxon recognizes woman as the highest ideal of virtue and
Christian gentleness, and he continues to prosper above all
others in the march of civiHzation.

The imperative duty of our race is obvious. Let it make
a home of every house where mortal man finds shelter. Let
it free the mind and unshackle the soul of every creature in
the image of God. Let it insure the privileges of Christian
education to every child of earth, and free its people from the
curse of ignorance and the bane of superstition. Character
must be instilled, home-life must be preserved, and the honor
and virtue of woman must be sacredly protected. For if there
is to be that ideal time of which racial optimists and poets
tell us, when there shall be a cessation of the war-drum, a
"parliament of man and a federation of the world," the Anglo-
Saxon must be the agent, character must be the involved
principle, the home must be the fountain-head, and womanly
gentleness and Christian virtue, the inspiration.

ELEANOR WHARTON.

Robert Nelson had just returned from the Philippines
on account of his health. He had decided to spend his vacation
with his cousin, who was the manager of the mines at Silver
Creek. He had been disappointed, to find that his cousin
was not in Trinity to meet him; instead, there had been a

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telegram saying that there was a strike on at the mines and that
the men were in an ugly mood; that he had better wait in
Trinity for a day or two, to see how things would turn out.
He was sitting that evening on one of the rustic settees on the
porch of the small hotel. On one side was a corn field; on the
other, an orchard, and in front, a dusty grass plot. His glance
wandered to the strip of bottow-land, to the cedar-covered
railway embankment, and the bare, ugly little station.

Suddenly, a small girl dashed out of the house, and she
soon came back and with her a tall girl dressed in a pink cotton
frock; there was a dainty grace and the indescribable stamp of
good breeding about her slender figure. As she passed through
the door. Nelson noted that she had a clear, pale skin and soft
black hair. The small girl, in what she believed to be a whisper,
said, "There's a traveller come." "Another patent-medicine
drummer," came the answer in cool, contemptuous tones.

Just then the speaker raised her eyes — very pretty grey
eyes. Nelson thought as they looked into his; her look of aston-
ishment after a moment changed to a broad smile, and, with
a haughty little jerk of the head, she swept past Nelson into the
house.

When Nelson entered the dining-room promptly upon the
ringing of the supper bell, he found no one there but Mrs.
Allen, the land lady. She was a tall, gaunt woman, with
false teeth, and a knot of hair the size of a walnut at the back
of her head. Presently the tail girl entered following a nervous,
middle-aged woman and a man whose kindly face attracted
Nelson at once. They were introduced by Mrs, Allen, as
Mr, and Mrs, Wharton and Miss Eleanor, Mr, Wharton was
in Trinity on State affairs.

Miss Nelson and Wliarton were thrown much together,
and she evidently believed in accepting the gifts that fell to
her. At first he was impressed and rather flattered by her
disposition to converse. After awhile he realized that any one
would serve for an audience in the town of Trinity,

Her moods were numerous and varied; Nelson felt that
there was something uncertain, something shifting about her,

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that he could not place reliance upon her sympathy or even
her attention. But there were other times when he found her
simply charming; when they sat on the river bank, from which
could be heard the monotonous click of the mill, and the swash
of the mowing at the farm just across the river, he liked her best.
They talked of everything, from the mountain woman to the
way the American officers danced. It seemed that she and her
mother had hved much abroad; indeed she had been studying
ten years. "Music," she said briefly in answer to Nelson's lazy
"What, if I may ask?" She added, in response to his look
of surprise at her brevity, and the fact was that there was
nothing they had not touched upon. "I am a little tired of it,
I want to get away from it for awhile."

Nelson determined to solve it as he would one of the
puzzles that had always fascinated him.

To his surprise. Miss Wharton understood this and took
the greatest pleasure in spreading her mind before him. She
said suddenly, after a lazy pause, "You like me intellectually.
You are not quite sure whether I appeal to you in any other
way or not."

She smiled at him audaciously. "I could love if I would,"
she added, half sadly, "but I must not."

Soon after. Nelson went to Silver Creek for a few days. On
his return he found Trinity unusually excited over the prospect
of an entertainment. Miss Wharton was to play on her violin.

After supper. Miss Wharton appeared with a battered
violin case, which she refused to let out of her hand for a mo-
ment. Nelson was to accompany her to the entertainment.
Miss Wliarton walked along with a tripping step and chatter
of a small girl expecting a treat.

The entertainment was to be in an old store. There was
a large crowd awaiting her. She advanced to the front of the
platform with an easy confidence, and while the first bars of
the accompaniment were being played, stood with her violin
loosely held in front of her. Her slender figure in the clinging
white frock was outlined against the back-ground of palms,
with here and there a touch of yellow gleaming through. Her

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dark hair waved softly back from her face, her eyes shone,
her Ups and the coral around her throat were vivid touches of
color.

She tucked her violin under her chin with professional ease
and swung into the "Polish Dance." She played with dash,
vigor and sureness of touch, but Nelson lost sight of that in the
indefinable and indescribable artist charm and it came to him
with a little shock that she was an artist, by training and
temperament; it revealed her to him, made him understand
her, and yet he felt that it removed her from him.

When she came down from the platform, she said to him,
"Let's go;" and when they reached the door, they turned almost
unconsciously toward the old place on the river bank.

Miss Wharton walked silently along for a few minutes,
then touched Nelson's hand with her finger tips; they were icy
cold. "It always makes me like that," she said.

A vague jealousy kept Nelson from responding. Miss
Wharton did not notice his silence. They had reached the
river and seated themselves on the bank. Miss Wharton
leaned against the tree; her eyes gleamed in the dusky light,
her lips parted in a happy smile. He watched her silently.
He wanted her more than ever he had any other woman, but
in his feeling there was something of the desire for mastery.
After a moment he said, "You have not told me what my
fate is to be."

Their eyes met and were locked in a long glance. "You
cannot stay here."

"Why?" Nelson asked fiercely.

"My art is my life."

"And what of love?" he asked.

"It is not necessary," she answered. "You wiU go away
and you will forget. You do not love me so very much. You
see, I know — other men have loved me. Love is not for me,
at least, not yet awhile."

They walked silently back to the house, and stood for a
moment at the gate.

"I love you," Nelson said.

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She looked up at him, her lips quivered a little. "I cannot
escape my fate," she answered.

He held out his hands. "I shall not see you again," she
said, and with one sad look she left him.

L. R. O'B.

AN EXCITING WEEK IN ODEN.

In the hustling little town of Oden, in southern Alabama,
I began my career as book-keeper. I had engaged myself to
the firm of James & Co., and for several months had been kept
very busy, owing to the immense amount of business the firm
transacted.

Among my few acquaintances in the town was a young
lawyer, Harry Hardy, who for two years had been practicing
law in Oden. But the six years before taking up the profession
of law. Hardy had been in the employ of the U. S. Government,
as a detective. Resigning this position, he had entered into
the profession for which he seemed best suited, and the one
which he had always desired to follow.

Hardy was a man of large stature. He possessed a mild
disposition and was very attractive and handsome as well as
brilliant. In the short time he had been in the town he had
won for himself many friends as well as built up an extensive
law practice. It seemed that everything to which he turned
his hand proved a success. For he had not only succeeded
in building himself up in his profession, and in the hearts of the
people in general, but had been succeessful in winning the
love of one of the most beautiful and accomplished young
ladies in Oden. He was soon to be married to Miss Hattie
Phillips, the daughter of the Mayor.

Often "Harry" — as I had learned to call him — would come
into my office and talk for hours with me about his affairs.
One day just as I had finished posting my books, and was seated
for a little rest, Harry came into my office. I greeted him as
usual and offered him a chair, but noticed that he looked
different from what he had before. I coromented on the cool-

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ness of the weather, but Harry answered nothing,as he sat there
puffing from his mouth the fumes of a cigar. He looked excited.
The expression on his face told me that something serious had
come into his life. Always before he was cheerful and had
some pleasant word to speak to me. But now it was different.
He scarcely spoke as he entered. No smile was on his face,
and his whole body seemed to be undergoing a great strain.
I expected every moment that he would say something, but
not a word did he utter, as he gazed excitedly at the red-hot
stove in front of him.

On inquiring as to the cause of all this, he told me how
that he had been painfully insulted, and refused entrance into
the mayor's house; that being falsely accused of murder the
entire town had lifted a hand of opposition against him.

The facts in the case were, that on the night before Harry
came into my office he called, as was his custom, to see Hattie.
On entering the house he had been met by a painful sight.
Hattie, with eyes filled to overflowing with tears, rushed out
and plead with him not to enter the house, telling him that her
father had threatened his life if again he should enter his door.
It was an awful scene to Harry — the girl who had always
received him kindly, now begging him to leave the house, and
the home that had ever thrown its doors open to him, now
closing them in his face. Harry was perplexed. His whole
mind was in a whirl. His inquiries as to the cause of trouble
were only answered by the faint sobs of his once cheerful
sweetheart, and his demands that he should be allowed entrance
until he should know the trouble were only met by earnest
pleadings that he go away. The painfulness of the scene was
only heightened by the appearance of the Mayor himself.
Hattie no longer plead with her lover, but in an instant had her
father wrapped in her arms and his ears filled with pleadings
that Harry would soon go away and that he should not treat
him with such contempt. But all to no avail, for Harry was
urged from the house at the point of a pistol.

Harry Hardy, a detective, four years previous, had killed
a laborer in a milling camp iij the edge of town, and it was

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attested by a number of the laborers, that this was the same
"Harry Hardy." These laborers had reported the matter to
the Mayor and Harry was arrested on the following day. He
was thrust in the city jail to await his trial which was to take
place on the next Wednesday.

Harry's downfall seemed certain. He who only a week
before was enjoying life, was now spending his time in the cell
of a jail. His career as a lawyer once so prosperous, was now
at an end. Those who a few days before were his friends
were now his enemies. Few were left to sympathize. Although
public sentiment was against him, I could not help but Iiave
faith in those earnest denials which came from his lips. Among
his few sympathizers was Hattie, who had never faltered in her
devotion to him; often she had said to me that she could never
be made to believe that Harry was a criminal. But the fates
were against us; we were powerless in the hands of our many
opposers.

The trial day was fast approaching, but still we could get
no proof that Harry was innoccent. His father had come to
his rescue, and was making every effort to disclose the matter,
but thus far had nothing except Harry's statement that he was
in the West at the time of the murder of which he was accused,
and the more we worked to clear up the matter the more
opposition we met with. There seemed no way to arrest the
rumors which were floating from one to another. Since the
laborers had made the accusation a number of the citizens
of the town were now ready to swear that they remembered
this same man to have been in the town at the time of the
murder. The condition was a critical one for Harry.

Just one week from the time that Harry came into my
office to relate the sad story, his father and myself were seated
there discussing plans for the defense. No progress had been
made. As our last resort, we had decided to have the trial
continued, until further evidence could be secured.

Amid these meditations, a tap was heard on the door,
and a very poorly clad old man entered the office. He looked
excited, and seemed to be very nervous. But despite all this

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the very expression on his face told us good news. We were
filled with hope when he told us that he had come to disclose
the matter of Harry's imprisonment and if possible to bring
the prosecution to an end. And it was with eager ears that we
listened to his story: How, that Harry Hardy, the murderer,
and Harry Hardy, the lawyer, were different men; that the
prosecution thus far had been conducted on false accusations;
that the whole matter was a plot, and had been traced to John
Griffin, a young physician at the milling camp.

The facts were, that this John Griffin was a rival of Harry's
and in hie suit for Hattie, had met defeat at the hands of Harry
Hardy. Griffin had learned of the murder of the laborer and
seeing the close relation of Hardy, the murderer, and Hardy,
the lawyer, had set upon this plan to secure the downfall of
Harry. He had employed these laborers to make the accusa-
tions against Harry, but when they were brought to realize
the condition of affairs, they sent this old man to us to correct
the fault.

We had no trial. Harry again resumed his law practice,
and immediately regained his place in the hearts of the people.
But best of all, Harry was made to know truly that, through all
his afflictions, Hattie's devotion to him had never faltered, and
that now he was restored to all his former relations.

C. Lamar Neill, '07.

THE MUTINY OF THE "BETTY LEE."

"Maria, I don't see why you don't let me take up that
there bet of Hiram Jones. This old craft needs a new sail,"
said Ben Williams, slowly shifting the helm of the "Betty Lee."

"No, Ben, there ain't a bit o' sense in yer tryin' to race
with sech old riggin' as this. You know you can't beat Hiram,
and I ain't goin' to risk my neck on here with you. So jest
hush," answered the real captain of the little schooner.

The crew of the "Betty," Ben and his wife, were well
known all along the coast, Maria being a born commander,
Ben the commanded. Ben was a man of few words, Maria,

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a woman of many. For thirty years she had been giwng
orders, he obeying without question. For thirty years Ben
had not rebelled against his petticoat government, but today
this long subjection was brought to a climax when old Hiram
Jones, skipper of the "Jersey" had laughed tantalizingly at
the "Betty," and added to the insult by challenging Ben to a
race to the bay for a new set of sails.

"I've got to get dinner now. You won't need these to-
morrow till you go ashore anj^ways, so there ain't no hurry
'bout patchin' 'em. Don't git no crazy notion while Fm
gone, but sail easy and don't strain that 'er jib," ordered
"Captain" Maria as she disappeared down the narrow stairway.
"Fll be keel-handed," muttered Ben, taking a fresh quid of
tobacco, "but Fd jest like to show old 'Jersey' the way into
the bay, and that the 'Betty' ain't so old and worn-out ez
she looks." He was thinking of the time when the "Bettj^"
broke the records in all the races, and how he would like to
have her redeem the thirty years of slurs against her "lazy
saihn," and his subordination. "Why shouldn't I?" he ex-
claimed, throwing back his head rebelliously. "Mutiny?
Well! Yes, the 'Betty I^ee' must have new sails! Think of
taking the conceit out of old Hiram Jones, too!"

The more he thought of it the more convinced he became
that the sails should be won. A clatter of tinware came to
his ears from below, and as he suddenly let out the sails the
cabin door swung to with a bang. The padlock snapped into
place and then "Captain" was locked in! Chance had done
more for the race than Ben would have dared.

A volley of questions and demands came up from below,
but it was all Ben could do to manage the schooner with her
sudden increase of speed in the stiff gale. He well knew all
hopes were lost if he unfastened that door, and, besides, he
could explain to Maria better afterwards.

Ben's attention was fLxed on the "Jersej^" just ahead,
whose skipper was making a desperate effort to hold his own
since he had observed that the wager must have been accepted.
The "Jersey's" lead was slowly slipping from her, for the old

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weather-beaten "Betty" was plunging recklessly ahead, her
dingy black sails creaking in the wind. As he caught up with
the other boat Ben shouted excitedly, "Hi, thar! We wants
that set o' new sails for the first one in the bay."

Hiram nodded, grinned, and called in reply, "Yes, and I'll
be blowed if I don't throw in a coat o' paint, too. The 'Betty'
sure needs one."

Ben glanced up at the old patched-up sails and hoped
that they could stand the strain, and he also noted the strong
ones of the "Jersey." So pleased was Ben with his success thus
far, and so well was the "Betty" bearing herself, that he fastened
the tiller and slipped down to the cabin door and called out,
"Say, Maria, what ye' doin'?"

"What under the sun air ye a doin' with this boat?" was
the retort.

"I'm goin' to win that bet, Maria, and you'll be glad I — "

"Just open this door, Ben Williams, an' let me out o' here
an' I'll put a stop to this here foolishness pretty quick now,
I tell ye. D'ye hear me?" shouted the deposed captain.

"You couldn't stand on deck fer the rockin," Maria, so
what's the use o' comin' up? I'm goin' to have new sails and
paint fer the old 'Betty' or know the reason why."

The old schooner lunged, and Ben flew back to the helm
to steady her and urge her forward. It was dusk, and as Ben
peered out he could see the "Jersey" lagging behind, and just
ahead the lights in the bay.

Five days later the "Betty Lee" sailed back into the home
port in a coat of dazzling white paint, and with a set of snowy
sails above. Clearly the mutiny was forgiven, for Ben stood
at the helm serenety puffing his pipe while Maria sat beside
him busily engaged in sewing a great patch in "Captain Wil-
liams" shore trousers.

A. Junior.

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THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

Vol. 8. Jackson, Miss., November, J 905. No. U

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College.

J. A. Baker Editor-in-Chief

W. A. Williams Associate Editor

R. B. Carr Local Editor

Frances Park — Literary Editor

E. C. McGiLVRAY Alumni Editor

L. E. Price Business Manager

J. C. Neill, J. C. Rousseaux Assistant Business Managers

Remittances and business communications should be sent to L. E. Price.

Business Manager. Matter intended for publication should be

sent to J. A. Baker, Editor-in-Chief.

Issued the 1st op Each Month During the College Year.

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

t EDITORIALS. t

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With what feelings of pleasure and hope do
Welcome! we begin a new scholastic year! The famiUar
faces of the old students awaken pleasant mem-
ories of the past session. In some we see our hopes realized,
in others we are disappointed, yet for all have we a pleasant
word and greeting. To the new students, our greeting is no
less sincere.

On us all rests a great responsibility, a responsibility that
will materially affect our future life. We are here in search
of knowledge — that "sesame" which opens unto you and
reveals the hidden secrets of the past. What is it that the past
does not conceal? The future is no less uncertain to us than
the present was to the past. All of life is an uncertainty.
We live today and know not what tomorrow may have in store
for us. Our optimistic minds may lead us to dream of a

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golden future, to bufld our hopes and aspirations and to in-
struct our lives according to its whim. The pessimist dreams
of a past glory that cannot be ours — so he thinks — and pictures
the future as dark and distrustful. Yet in both of these beliefs,
or views, there are dangers to be reckoned with; in the one,
excessive faith and trust will lead one to discredit evil in-
fluences and cause him to plan his future in accordance with
his hopes; in the other, disbelief and distrust robs hfe of faith
and contentment, making it a hermitage.

Thus, all of these are uncertainties; the past is the only
certainty in so far as we may know its secrets, that we are
enabled to rightly judge. The present holds nothing in its
grasp. Each second finds its grip relax on the past and tighten
on the future, it is the parting of the two. If the past is full
of instruction, is it not the heritage of us all? Why, then, do
you not take advantage of present opportunities to come in
closer touch with what was, what is, what is to be? Knowl-
edge is but the expression of facts grouped together. It is
not subject to the changes of fashions and customs, it is a
constant quantity. We can have no knowledge of future
events and workings; they are only hopes and beliefs based
upon knowledge of past attainments. The inventor may
have every faith in his work and know almost to a certainty
the perfect workings of the structure before he constructs it.
Yet his knowledge of its utility is based upon established
laws and principles which he has followed in its construction.

It is always an advantage to begin work honestly
College and with a determination to succeed. But some
Honor. of us are less fortunate in that we will let ourselves
be influenced to do things that will detract
greatly from our moral character. "Cheating," "jacking,"
or by whatever name it may be known, is the greatest evil
that confronts the college man. It saps him of all moral
courage and manhood. By stealth and deception he grasps
honor that rightly belongs to another. He is a stranger to
honesty and fairness, his mind and body ahke are slaves to

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this disgraceful practice. Encouraging laziness and indifference
by its misplaced conception of right and wrong, the evil in-
fluence is not easily estimated. The mile stones along the
college highway, have on each a history written. Some are
memorials of temporary success through dishonesty, ending
in disgrace; while there are others, though they may have
failed at times, their life was successful, since it was honest
and sincere. It is not the millionaire nor capitalist that makes
life a success, it is the man with a clear conscience and honest
dealings that makes true success.

According to an unwritten custom in vogue at
The this institution, the Collegian passes from tried
Collegian, hands to an inexperienced staff. With what
success the former staff met is well known, its
able management and publication won worthy praise at our
commencement. With this as an incentive to our lack of
experience, we hope, with the hearty co-operation of the student
body to make this the most successful year in the history of
our college organ. How much depends upon the students is
readily recognized when the purpose of the magazine is under-
stood. It is not published with an idea of pecuniary reward,
but to voice the sentiments of the student body. Your pride
of college, and college life, causes you to feel an interest in the
magazine, but does it interest you enough for you to try by
your own efforts to make it a success? If not, your interest
amounts to nothing and is only misleading.

In the interest of the Collegian and to encourage story-
writing, Prof. Kern, of the Chair of English, has generously
offered a prize of ten dollars to the one contributing the best
story to the Collegian during the year. But aside from this,
if you do not win the prize — and only one can — the benefits
derived from such an undertaking will more than compensate
you for the time and efforts expended.

The following are the rules and regulations governing the
contest:

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1. All contestants must have at least two contributions
in the current volume of the Collegian,

2. A contestant who has won a prize shall not be eligible
to the same prize a second time.

3. The contest is open to none but bona fide students of
Millsaps College.

4. The contributions in the May number of the Collegian
are not eligible to the prize.

We are glad to note that our professors were not idle
during the summer, but have kept apace with the times.
Professor James Elliott Walmsley, of the Chair of History
and Economics, has been engaged in connection with the
Mississippi Historical Society. A reprint from their publica-
tion discloses some very interesting letters relating to the
imprisonment and release of Jefferson Davis, by Prof. Walms-
ley. M. W, Swartz, Professor of Latin and Greek, has written
a "Topical Analysis of the Latin Verb." This book is of great
value to the Latin students, as it is a classification of Latin
Syntax. It is now in use as a text book and gives perfect sat-
isfaction. Both publications are of interest to the public;
the one as a historical fact, the other, as a help to students.

t LOCAL DEPARTMENT. t

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R. B. CARR.

After a delay of six weeks, caused by the presence of yel-
low fever in the state, Millsaps began its Fourteenth Session
on November 2. The prospects are for an increase over
last year.

Among the prominent visitors present at the opening
exercises were Bishop Chas. B. Galloway, Maj. R. W. Millsaps,
Rev. Dr. LaPrade, Rev. H. M. EUis and Mr. J. C. Cavett, of
Jackson; Rev. W. S. Lagrone, of Durant; Hon. W. A, Belk, of
Holly Springs; and Dr. John B. Howell, of Canton. Dr. La
Prade led devotional exercises.

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Read the ads this month! Boys, you should trade with
our advertisers. They will save you money.

Prof. Walmsley, J. A. Baker and D. B. Huddleston were
elected as the Executive Committee of the Tennis Association.
The Co-eds were elected as honorary members of the Association.

Miss M. H. Robertson has been appointed assistant hbra-
rian for the year '05-'06.

Dr. T. B. Holloman, of Vicksburg, led the devotional
exercises on the morning of Nov. i:nd. We are always glad to
have the Doctor with us.

D. C. Enochs, of Brandon, visited club mates on the cam-
pus this month.

On Friday night, Nov. 3, the Young Men's Christian Asso-
ciation entertained the entire student body in their parlors
at the main building. Delightful refreshments were served
and much credit is due the reception committee, Messrs. L.
E. Price, W. F. Murrah, and C. C. Applewhite.

Millsaps has more Co-eds this year than usual. There
are five in the Freshman class. Of course this is what makes
the class so attractive.

At a meeting of the executive committee of the Athletic
Association held Nov. 8, Mr. Gieger was appointed manager
of the Basket Ball team.

On Nov. 1, Dr. E. H. Galloway, an honored alumnus of
our College, was married to Miss Mable Johnson, of this city,
Bishop Chas. B. Galloway officiating. After the wedding a
reception was tendered them at the residence of the bride's
father, Mr.J. S. Johnson. Dr. and Mrs. Galloway left imme-
diately for their bridal tour, visiting several nothem points.

Among the old students present at the opening of school
were: Rev. W. W. Holmes, '00, who also received his B. D.
at Vanderbilt in 1903, and is now stationed at New Orleans;

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Rev. W. A. Terry, '04, who is pastor of a large and flourishing
church at Vicksburg; M. S. Pittman, '05, Professor of Science
and Mathematics in Monroe High School, Monroe, La.; Rev.
J. W. McGee, '05, now a resident of the city of Jackson; L.F.
Barrier, '05, a promising merchant of Rolling Fork; Rev.
J. S. Purcell, '05, pastor of the Methodist church at Thomasville.

Subscribe for the Collegian!

"Port" Mohler, after spending the summer writing life
insurance, is back at College, telhng yarns as big as ever. He
should do well as an insurance agent — he is so gifted.

Prof. Morrison of Belhaven and Dr. Swartz of Millsaps
have arranged for a joint lyceum course for the two colleges.
The course arranged for the j^ear '05-06 is as follws: Chas.
Lane, Thos. McCleary, Humorists; Geo. R. Wendling, DeWitt
Miller, Lecturers; and the Odeon Male Quartette. This is
a new undertaking for Millsaps, but we are confident that it
will be a scucess. Boys, you should buy a season ticket
now, as they are much cheaper than if you should buy them
separately.

The Kappa Sigma Fraternity was the host at a very
enjoyable smoker at their chapter house on the evening of
the 11th.

Be sure that you join one of the Literary Sosieties.

The members of the faculty enjoyed their summer at
various places. Dr. Kern, at Pt. Comfort and Shawnee Springs,
Va., the latter part of the summer he spent in special work
at Vanderbilt; Prof. 0. H. Moore, at CarroUton, Mo.; Dr.
Sulhvan, at Sardis, Miss.; Prof. Walmsley, at Bedford City,
Va.; Prof. Huddleston, at Harpersville, Miss.; Dr. Murrah,
Dr. J. A. Moore, Prof. Ricketts and Dr. Swartz remained in
Jackson.

At the first business meeting of the Y. M. C. A. about 40
new members were received.

The Athletic Association held its first meeting on Nov. 3d.

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The principal business of the meeting was to decide whether
Millsaps ; would accept the offer to play a series of foot
ball games with Jackson, The first of these games will be
played during the Industrial Exposition, Mr. J, L. Neill was
elected manager of the Varsity Eleven, The class teams
will begin practice at once, so that the Varsity team may be
selected from them as soon as polssibe. Dr. A, A. Kern will
act as coach, Millsaps won the game from Jackson last year
by a score of 10-0, and there is no reason why she should not
win this also.

The first regular meeting of the Galloway Literary Society
was held last Friday night. The following officers were
elected: J. L. Neill, President; 0. Backstrom, Vice-President;
J. C. Rousseaux, Recording Secretary; S. 0. Carruth, Assistant
Secretary; C. B. Godbold, Corresponding Secretary; F. F.
Flint, Treasurer.

The Lamar Literary Society at its first meeting on Novem-
ber 10th, elected as officers and speakers for the anniversary
of the society, which will be held sometime in April, the fol-
lowing men: W. A. Williams, Anniversarian; L. K. Carlton,
Orator; J, W. Frost, President; W, F. Murrah, Secretary.
As its Commencement debaters, the Society selected the two
following able men: C. H. Kirkland, First Debater; S, I.
Osborne, Second Debater, Messrs, Jeff Collins and A, L.
Rogers were elected as the Literary Editors, and J. L. Berry,
as Assistant Business Manager of the Bobashela.

LITERARY DEPARTMENT.

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FRANCES PARK,

Students in Latin are finding the labor of looking up Gram-
mar references much lessened by the use of a "Topical Analysis
of the Latin Verb," by Prof. M. W. Swartz, Chair of Latin and
Greek. It is a classification of all the Latin Syntax bearing
on the verb, and a great aid to undergraduates, for it is only

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through classification that we grasp a scientific knowledge of
any subject.

A most interesting and valuable addition to the history
of our State comes to us in "Some Unpublished Letters of
Burton N. Harrison," by Prof. J. E. Walmsley, of the Chair
of History and Economics. Harrison was Jefferson Davis'
private secretary, and his letters relate to the attempts to
secure the release of the President and to his actual liberation.
Not only are they noteworthy as being narrated by an eye-
witness, but we are at once touched by the constant sohcitude
of the secretary and by the profound regard expressed in that
loving tribute — "the chief."

Foot Ball for Player and Spectator.

By Fielding H. Yost, The University Press, Ann Arbor,

March, 1905.

Of especial interest to college men at this season of the
year is "Football for Player and Spectator," by the great
"Hurry-up" coach of the premier University of Michigan team.
Football literature up to the present time has been rather
scarce and of doubtful quality, having been confined chiefly
to articles, guides, booklets, and "dope" in general, with here
and there a real book on the game. Mr. Yost's volume not
only belongs to the latter class but also takes rank as among
the best of them.

The author was well qualified for his work, having had that
best of recommendations, successful results — the goal line of
the maize and blue has not been crossed since Mr. Yost took
charge of football affairs at Ann Arbor. As the "get there"
man of the game, as a strategist without a peer, and above
all as the most successful coach that ever wore the mole-skin,
he occupies a commanding position upon the gridiron. And
it is worthy of note for us in the South that this season four of
the leading Southern teams are being coached by his pupils,
one of them, Dan McGugin, having hfted Vanderbilt far above

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any other college in the S. I. A. A. and forced her to seek else-
where for elevens worthy of her skill.

Mr. Yost has solved in an excellent manner that most
difficult of problems in the writing of a text book — to treat the
subject scientifically and techincally, and yet make it clear
and interesting — and as the title implies the volume may be
read with profit by all football enthusiasts, from the Thanksgiv-
ing "rooter" to the head coach.

Only a few of the topics discussed can be mentioned here.
The origin and development of the game and its relation to
college life are first traced, followed by a description of a
contest from the spectator's point of view. After a brief
sketch of the style of play in vogue at the large Universities,
the game is taken up in detail and valuable suggestions are
made as to passing the ball, starting, catching, kicking, the
method of playing the individual positions, etc., as well as
points upon training, team work, signals, and the like. Over
sixty photographs of actual plays and players made under
Mr. Yost's personal supervision serve to illustrate clearly the
points made in the text. The work closes with what will
probably prove to be its most valuable feature, the formations
and diagrams with full explanation of more than fifty of the
plays which have made the Michiganders invincible for the past
four years.

We quote a few of the famous "Hurry-Ups," which have
given the coach his name:

"Hurrp up!"

"Hurry up and fine up. The next play cannot start until
you are ready."

"Hurry up and follow the ball. No one can play the game
unless he is with the ball all the time."

"Hurry up and learn the signals. You cannot play a fast
game unless you know them instantly."

"Hurry up and tackle the nmner. Do not expect any one
else to do it. See to it that j^ou throw him toward his own goal."

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t EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT. t

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W. A. WILLIAMS.

We enter upon our work with feelings of embarrassment
and incompetency. This department has been filled by our
strongest men and we cannot without considerable exertion
maintain the standard they have set. Still, we take up with
pleasure, too, the work that will acquaint us with the students
of other institutions. We say "acquaint" for by their
work we shall know them. Through their magazine the in-
tellectual powers and college spirit of student bodies can well
be judged.

We send greeting to all the college journals and wish them
a successful year.

On account of quarantine regulations that were in force
in this state for several months the opening of our school was
postponed until November, hence the omission of our October
number. We hope now, however, to take our place among the
other journals. We are anxious to receive all former exchanges
and to add new ones to the list. We regret that we have
received so few exchanges up till this time.

Castle Heights Herald is one of the few exchanges that
has reached us. The mechanical features are good and the
editors are ahve to their work. "Newspaper Reading" is a
forcibly written essay in which the writer convincingly points
to the evil tendencies of the current newspaper, for example,
in its inferior quality of fiction, slangy writing, sensational
articles, and to undue prominence given to murders and other
things that constitute the dark side of life. He concludes
rightly, we think, that newspapers should be read with careful
selection, and eloquently appeals for the selection of the better
class of periodical literature.

The Ouachita Ripples is one of the most enterprising pub-

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lications that has reached us. Wliile it contains some medium
verse and a number of fairly good essays, it is the business
managers who are most worthy of commendation. They are
patriotic enough to offer two gold medals in the interest of the
magazine, on.e for the best prose article of the year, the other
for the best poem.

We acknowledge the following October journals: Monroe
College Monthly, The Baylor Literary, Castle Heights Herald,
The Ouachita Ripples, The Columbia Collegian, The Review,
and Bulletin.

Sufficient.

Once upon an evening dismal,

I handed her a paroxysmal

Kiss, and spoke her name baptismal,

Spoke her name — it was Lenore;
Ah, she was a scrumtious creature,
Glib of tongue and fair of feature,
But, alas! I couldn't teach her.

For she had been there before —
And she winked at me, and murmured.

Murmured the one word: "Encore!"

Only that — and nothing more. — Ex

They say that opposites should wed;

Too much alike, you'll clash;
And so I'm looking for a girl

Possessed of lots of cash. — Ex.

A Proof of Darwinianism.

Monkey and a Freshman

Sitting on a rail.
Couldn't tell the difference

'Cept the monkey had a tail. — Ex.

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A Change.

With her he used to sit up nights,

He doesn't do it now;
He used to woo her with a vim
Within the curtained parlor dim,
For she was all the world to him,

He doesn't do it now.

He used to praise her hair and eyes.

He doesn't do it now;
And hsten for her low replies,

He doesn't do it now;
He used to wish he had the sand
To try a hug, and kiss her, and
Ask her to let him hold her hand;

He doesn't do it now.

And she — she used to frizz her hair.

She doesn't do it now;
And list for his step on the stair.

She sometimes does that now;
She used to greet him every night
With hair and dress and ribbons right,
And her two eyes with love alight;

She doesn't do it now.

He came at early candle light.

He doesn't do it now;
She sang aloud, her heart was light;

She doesn't do it now;
Ah, no; things are not as they were.
They sit not side by side and purr,
It's different twixt him and her;

They're married now. — Ex

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Went to college,

Joined the 'leven,
Played one game,

Went to Heaven. — Ex.

Love's Power.

To love is sweet, if love for love is given,

'Tis joy supreme when hopes by naught are riven,

But ah! 'tis hard when love is unrequited;

When hopes are snapped, and life remains unlighted.

He loved her true. His heart for her was yearning,

As day by day the lesson he was learning;
The lesson sweet of love for one so wininng.
Though weal or woe, it had a bright beginning.

He needs must speak, his heart compelled the telhng
Of love so pure that, in his heart upwelling.

Made hfe, apart from her, scarce worth the living;

For love is not complete in only giving.

His tale he told: that love would crush or make him.

With her he'd rise; else fortune would forsake him;
For love gives hope, and hope gives strength for action.
But love unloved makes all dissatisfaction.

We often know, but hear no message spoken,

That love is true, or in a moment broken.
A song, a word, a sigh oft tells the story
Of doubt and grief; of happiness and glory.

A mocking-bird its nightly song was singing;

Within his heart a song of love was ringing.
As softly toward the gate his way he wended.
And with his heart all nature smoothly blended.

A. T. Hind, in The Emory Phoenix.

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t ALUMNI DEPARTMENT, t

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G. C. MCGILVRAY.

The Alumni Department of the Collegian should be of
great concern to the present student body as well as to Millsaps
graduates, for here it is that we learn of the fellows who have
met, faced, and overcome the problems which we are now
meeting with. Boys, you have won! A hundred and twenty-
six almnni! How am I to give a regular biography of each?
Simply by the co-operation of every alumnus. If you know
anything about yourself or anybody else, write to me and let
me know all about it, for you should want this part of the
Collegian to come up well. In fact, if you could see me
racing wildly around and tearing my hair, trying in vain to
think of something to say about all of you, you would send in
an account of yourself, or some friend that you wish puffed.

Dr. J. B. Howell, '02, our jolly quarter-back of 1900, was
here at the opening. John hasn't lost any of his athletic en-
thusiasm, for he says that he and the Canton boys will play us
any time. Dr. Howell has a good practice in his home town.

Rev. W. W. Holmes, '00, attended the annual reception
of the Y. M. C. A. Mr. Holmes is a B. D. graduate of Vander-
bilt, and is now pastor of Carrollton Avenue Church, New
Orleans.

It was gratifying to learn that Rev. A. H. Shannon, '98,
is President of Columbia College, Milton, Oregon. Columbia
College is the property of the M. E. Church, South. Professor,
we wish you much success and perfect health.

"Pitt" came to see us the other day. May be struck by
one of "Cupid's" most dangerous darts — will it prove fatal?
In fact, "Dan Cupid" has been quite busy since last session
any way. W. N. Duncan and E. B. Allen, '05, got married
within two months after graduation. But the blind god did not
stop with two; he hurled his darts at three more of the alumni.
B,. E. Eaton, '01, was married to Miss Helen Simpson; Dr.

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"Bert" Galloway, to Miss Mable Johnson; and L. P. Wasson,
to Miss Murphy. Cupid, this is encouraging to the class of 1906 !
The College boys were delighted to receive a number of
old friends back to their Alma Mater, among whom we mention
Rev. W. A. Terry, of Vicksburg; J. S. Purcell, of Thomasville;
0. W. Bradley, Braxton; and T. M. Bradley, Pinola.

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

Vol. 8* Jackson, Miss*, December, 1905. No. 2.

"CABINET" vs. "COlViailTTEE" LEGISLATION.

The representative bodies of all countries where such
exist, have found it impossible to dispose of legislation as
a body, with any degree of expedition and satisfaction. Hence
they have invented several means of hastening their work,
at the same time endeavoring to secure for the subjects of
legislation the greatest practicable amount of attention and
talent. The two principal forms which these devices have
taken are the Cabinet of the English Parliament, and the
Committees of the United States Congress. Their purposes
are the same — to dispense with legislation without unnecessary
friction and delay. Parliament seeks this end by a concen-
tration of powers and responsibilities in the Cabinet. Con-
gress, on the contrary, seeks it by a division of the labor of
of legislation and of responsibility among several bodies
instead of entrusting it to one. Both have arisen from
exigency, and not from Constitutional provisions, and it is
a debatable and very interesting question as to which form
of government is the better.

A comparison of the two methods may afford inferences
which will help us to decide which works best, not in theory
but as a matter of fact.

There is really no leader in Congress. The Speaker of
the House weilds more influence than any other individual,
but it is indirectly through his power of appointing the Chair-
man of Committees. These are the real leaders, so there
are as many leaders as there are committees. This division
of power must tend to lack of unity. There can never be that
force and direction in committee government that there is

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in Parliament, where power is concentrated and made effective
by vesting in one committee with a singleness of purpose.

Another serious defect of committee government is that
the individual member of Congress, as such, has compar-
atively no influence, no opportunities to make himself known
and felt. He cannot advance a step in legislation, nor exercise
any influence save through and by consent of the committees.
In Parliament, it is different. Of course the Cabinet has the
initiative in legislation, but the friend or foe of a measure
has full opportunity to make himself heard with regard to it.
More than this, committee government stifles discussions.
Popular governments have always arisen and must always
be maintained largely throughout argument and discussion. In
a representative government this must be largely confined
to its legislators. To kill discussion here is to lose the ben-
efits of pitting mind against mind, which is recognized as a
most salutory thing in all questions, and especially so in
questions of government. Hence, to restrain argument
is to check a force which has partly made, and the lack of
which may largely contribute toward the unmaking of popular
government.

Moreover it is sometimes uncertain as to which one of
the committees a bill should go, hence, this is another place
for vascillation in policy which never exists in Parliament,
for in Parliament there is one general committee, the Cabinet
composed of skilled leaders in political questions, and fitted
and expected to cope with all questions of legislation which
can arise. Committees are at best an indirect form of gov-
ernment, and hence must be slower and more cumbersome
than legislation initiated by a cabinet, and thus placed directly
before the House to stand or fall on its merits. Very few
of the bills committeed are ever favorably reported on. In
fact a great many are never reported on at all. What op-
portunity have the representatives of the nation to know
of the worth of a measure? A small body like a committee
is much more easily influenced than a large one. Who knows
what deals may take place in committee room? The influence

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of lobbyists has often disgraced Congressmen. How much
greater is the influence than the people ever know about!
The men who shaped our government, and set its machinery
in motion, were very jealous of concentrated power; on the
theory that concentrated power is irresponsible power.

But the theory has been reversed by the practice of Con-
gress. Distributed and delegated power has become irre-
sponsible power. A committee is not responsible to the
people, for it does not represent the people, but Congress;
it is not responsible to Congress, for Congress has left the affairs
of legislation on a particular subject fully in its hands, without
any restrictions on its powers.

Besides this, the proceedings of committees are private
and their discussions are not published, so the nation cannot
be informed nor instructed, nor public opinion properly
trained. This is one of the most serious faults of committee
government. Public opinion must be the ultimate arbiter
in all the gravest questions of national import. If a people's
legislators prove untrue or inefficient, they should know it,
and bring them to task.

If an important question arises in the course of leg-is
lation, public opinion has a right to be informed thereof,
so that the sovereign people may make their wishes known.

Another advantage of Parliament — any procedure over
Congressional is the fact that in the former body discussion
attracts the attehtion and directly confronts the Ministry
by the opposition, the majority by the minority. An
overwhelming majority is the most absolute tyrant on earth,
and only the persistence of the minority can dethrone it. If
the minority has no opportunity to make itself felt, its force
is lost, and any system which does not pay due regard to its
minority is so far a failure. In the House of Commons, every
important vote means defeat for one party and triumph
for the other; and thus, probably at least means the triumph
or defeat of a general principle.

In Congress, on the contrary, a defeat or triumph is not
that of a party or a principle, but only the defeat of a minority

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in a committee, and thus it is impossible consistently to carry
out the policy of either party. But practical politics dem-
onstrates the fact that it is highly desirable that legislation
should directly represent the action of parties as such, when
these parties can be made responsible to the people. Indeed,
here is a mode of "check-and balance" on which the makers
of the Constitution did not reckon, for who could then see
the lines along which men would arrange their views into
two opposing parties which should alternately check the
excesses of each other? There is great probability that the
party system, necessarily arranging its views along more
distinct lines of policy, would have been a means of checking
any dangerous tending of legislation without the elaborate
"set offs" of power that retard and endanger legislation as
often as they insure it.

As we study our system of Congressional government
more closely we become more and more convinced that is it
not that ideal of perfection which we have been taught to
worship.

We see, too, that its most successful methods and prin-
ciples are derived from English precedents. Drinking deep
from the political philosophy of the eighteenth century, the
founders of our government built up a political structure
which reminds one of an old English palace, which has been
added to from age to age, and represents Roman, Greek,
Moorish and Gothic architecture with a strictly modern addi-
tion. The structure is beautiful, but the modern addition
adds little to it, and the whole, while apparently fitted for
all uses, proves unsatisfactory to the dweller. The functions
of our government have been so elaborately discriminated
and disturbed, that the very means by which responsibility
to the people was sought to be effected has proven the de-
struction of such responsibility. According to a prevalent
theory of the time, the legislature was made entirely indepen-
dent of the executive, and thus an advantage which has proven
one of the most effective schemes in English government
was lost.

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But even granting many failures in our system, it is
still contended that we have the best system for Americans,
I accept cannot even this view without the further significant
qualification that it was the best that could be secured when
it was organized.

At that time, the English government was what it is now,
in name only, and the workings of its system hardly worthy
of imitation. Moreover, we could not wait for government
to grow, so the best that could be done was to imitate what
was thought best in the governments of other countries.
But we are Englishmen by race and largely by institutions,
and nothing in race or custom differentiates us so much that
we would not find their methods of government best for us
after the first rude shock of adaption. The genius of the
Anglo-Saxon feels an inner spirit of rebellion against a system
which is made to order, and prefers still, as he has always
done in the past, to make his policies and determine his actions
as he goes, prompted not by theory but only by exigency
and expediency.

J. H. P.
^ .

AN OLD DARKIES PRAISE.

One day this summer an old darkey, called by the white
people "Uncle Charlie," came into my father's store.
^r< "Good morning. Uncle Charlie," said my father. "How
are you feeling this morning?"

^■? "Poly, poly, boss. I ain't much dis mornin'. If it
wan't for you good white people, I doan know what dis po'
ole nigger' d do."

"ril declare, boss, you's jist de best white man in dis
whole country. You sho is a good white man, boss. Dis
ole nigger'd do enythin' in dis wurl' for you, boss."

"Well, Uucle Charlie, what do you want?" said my father.

"I doan want nuthin', boss. I jest likes to tell you
what a good white man you is."

Turning to me, he continued: "I knowed yo' pa long
time fo' you's bawn. Me an' him wus boys together. He

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ain't like a heap's other white men. He doan beat and cuss
de po ole nigger."

"Speak up, Uncle Charlie, I know you want something,"
said my father. "What is it?"

"No, sir, boss, I declare I doan want nothin'. I doan
know where eber I did see as good a man as you is, A — a
say, boss, loan me er dollar."

L., '07.

♦

AT THE MERCY OF THE WAVES.

After being in the tropics for several months, I became
restless for want of something to do. Many things came
to my mind, and at last I decided that a fishing trip on the
ocean would be the best thing to satisfy me. When I men-
tioned it to two other boys, we all decided on getting a small
sail boat and making our trip last for several days. Now
came the question of where we should go. After some argu-
ments, we decided to go to a small key, which lay about thirty-
five miles to the northeast of us.

We made our preparations one evening, and the next
morning, to our hearts' delight, there was a fresh land wind
blowing. The sea was comparatively smooth, but there were
a few waves beginning to break along the beach.

After loading our boat, we all got on board and set sail
for the key. For a while we made fine progress, but after a
little the breeze began freshening up, and we could see white
caps on almost every wave. The wind continued getting
stronger, and the waves larger until our little craft had as
much as she could hold up to. At last, to our great delight,
we reached the key at about 3 o'clock that afternoon. During
the rest of the afternoon we were kept busy preparing for
our stay on the key. There was a vacant house there, of
which we took possession, and by night we were comfortably
fixed.

We remained on the key four days, enjoying ourselves
fishing, swimming and diving. It is needless to say that
we had good luck in the line of catching fish, for there has

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never been known a time that a person could not catch in
those waters from twenty-five to fifty fish in three or four
hours, We ate as many of them as we could and salted the
rest to carry back home with us. When we had gotten as
many as our boat could very well hold our thoughts were
turned homeward.

We left the key at about twelve o'clock on the fifth day
of our arrival. The morning was exceedingly warm, and
there were several clouds floating overhead, but we did not
dream of anything like a storm. There was a fresh sea breeze
blowing, and when we had weighed anchor, our craft plunged
forward beautifully, although the sea was very rough. The
waves, however, were from our stern and helped us along.

After we had run two or three hours, the wind died down
and left us at the mercy of the waves and current. We now
saw what was in store, for a black cloud was coming up from '^
the mainland.

What were we to do? The closest land was several miles
away. By night the whole heavens were black. The sea
was still tossing us in every direction. We had been pulling
at our oars with all our might, but with little success. We
could now see lightning, and hear the distant thunder, as
if a mighty battle was being fought ashore.

The lightning and thunder increased and the night grew
dark as Egypt. The only sign of civilization was a light
house of which we could get a glimpse as the craft would
mount the waves.

The storm kept getting nearer, until the sea looked like
a ball of fire, and the thunder was deafening.

A stiff wmd from the land began to blow, and the rain
began to fall in torrents. Our only hope was to steer for
a key that we had passed before the calm caught us. In a
few minutes we found that our craft would not stand her
sails, but before we could get them down a gust of wind had
wrenched the mast out and left us to be blown in what direction
we knew not.

Our hearts were in our mouths, and we could hardly

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hear each other speak. The waves were tossing us in every
direction, and it was all we could do to keep the craft from
filling with water.

All at once one of the party cried "Land," which made
us all look, and when another flash of lightning came we
saw that we were almost ashore. A large wave carried the
craft several feet in the air, and landed it on a rock. The
next thing we knew we were all in the water. With desperate
struggles we reached the beach, and found ourselves on the
key we had hoped to reach before the storm caught us.

After spending a very unpleasant night, we were picked
up by a large boat, which had anchored behind the key to
get out of the storm.

H. W. P., '07.

A JOURNEY.

" 'The Forest of Life.' What a queer name for this beau-
tiful place. And you are Age and I am Youth. How funny!
I am so different from you. Why look! Your haggard
brow is fringed with gray; your form is stooped; your voice
broken, and your step less sprightly than mme. And Time
has caused it all. What a strange old fellow he must be!
Did he plough those furrows on your face?"
^tjs "Ah, my child, you do not understand now! You are
in the twilight of youth; the morning dew has scarcely left
your cheek, while I^I have passed the noontide of my journey,
and am now tottering thru' the evening shades of life. Like
the flower which, with bowed head, turns in the evening
to face its Cod, man must bend to his. We are marching
through this Forest — you just beginning your passage, and
I am about to end mine. Soon I shall reach the end of my
journey here, but you will continue yours.

"0, you almost scare me! But why should I become
frightened in this beautiful place? Everything is so bright
and sunny in this forest, where the trees even glimmer with
golden fruit and the rippling, silvery waters dance to the music

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of the melodies of the Forest," chatters Youth, his love-Ht
eyes beaming brightly.

"Yes," sighs Old Age, "your path is radiant now, while
across mine many shadows fall; some places are dark and
dreary. You are now sipping from the necterean cup. That
fruit which looks so beautiful often loses its intrinsic bril-
liancy and turns to chaff in one's grasp. 0, pity, that you
should ever know one tinge of sorrow! But you, too, must
enter the "Mansion of Achmg Hearts." What seems to you
now so beautiful will soon pass like a phantom in the face of
the real. Just a little further on and the way divides. I
will soon leave you — leave you to choose for yourself, but
remember, there is a way whose brilliance excels that of all
others, and in it are contained the real verities of life."

Thus Age and Youth, locked arm in arm, wander through
this mysterious Forest — the one weary and footsore from
the journey, the other, enraptured by the outward beauties,
just awakening to realities.

"Cheer up. Father Age. Siu-ely amid such loveliness
one could never sorrow. But see! He faints; he falls! Ah,
I am alone. Hush! Here it is all darkness! Shut out from
this gloomy spot the sun seems never to cast a single ray.
But listen! Strains of sweet music reach my ear. What
enchanted choir! A glimmer of light! I shall see what it
all means; Fm so tired of this gloom."

Youth, hurrying curiously on in search of some new mys-
tery sees a wonderfully brilliant light just ahead, like a city
afire. As he approaches his gaze is met by the view of three
handsome buildings, one to the right, and immediately opposite
this there is another; while a little further on, and directly
in the centre is still a third.

"My Youth, here the pathway separates. Here you
must make your choice. Above those waxen columns of
joy are written the words, "Beauty and Pleasure." I am
the god of that palace, and for those who enter, the curtains
of sorrow are rolled back. It is my province to make all
supremely happy who come within my threshold; sorrow

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can never dim their eyes. In my palace you will find all
there is in life. What more could one desire than the com-
panionship of Beauty and Pleasure through life? The bloom
of youth never vanishes from the cheek of those who kneel
at Beauty's shrine, nor gladness from him who clasps the
hand of Pleasure."

Youth was about to enter, but as the curtains were brushed
aside the sight of frantic, fragile forms within met his view.
Almost sickened by the sight, he scurried across to the palace
on the left. Here he was met by the stern, grim-faced god
of Wealth and Power. In a cold, authoritative voice he
addressed Youth.

"Those glittering letters of diamonds above the jeweled
entrance of my palace bespeak for those who enter all that
Wealth and Power can command. By means of this you
will have every material pleasure; by bowing to me, you
may have nations do your bidding; the world will kneel to
you, and make you its monarch. Riches, strength and pleas-
ure will crouch at your feet, if you will only follow and wor-
ship me." '

"Ah, no, your majesty! Behind your shimmering doors
I see your victims; I see the grim, care-worn, visages of your
subjects; I hear their awful moans; on their brow I see the
prints of deep sorrow.

Youth turns sadly away with a feeling of disappoint-
ment that he has not yet found that which satisfies. But
as he approaches the central palace, the loveliest of them
all, his sadness melts into joy. The tall towers seem almost
to pierce the sky. Above the columns no inscription marks
its name; everything bespeaks truth and Love. The Goddess
does not descend from her throne of Purity to seek the en-
trance of the wandering traveler, but sits smiling on those
who come within her presence, softening their griefs into
gladness. Poised above the crowned Goddess of Truth and

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Love is the Angel of Peace; embodied in this castle are real
Pleasure and Beauty, Wealth and Power.

Youth enters in and receives a crown of Truth and Love,
acclaiming, " 'and in it are contained the real verities of life.' "

J. W. F. '07

— — 4

THE GHOSTS OF ANANDALE.

"Extra! Extra!" shouted the newsboy. "All about
the great Milbury Bank Robbery — copj^ sir?"

Tom Bafford gave the nickel and soon became absorbed
in the story. The robbers had smoothly slipped away, leaving
no clue beyond the empty bank vaults.

"Hello, Tom," exclaimed a familiar voice. "What's the
news?"

"Eh, Hoop, is that you?" Then in answer to the question,
"Oh, nothing but the robbery, you know. Rather a slick
game. But how did you happen to be here?"

"Gray — you know him; he's Professor of Botany at
Standiford. Well, he persuaded me to accompany him on
a botanical expedition somewhere around here among the
hills. He said he knew of an ideal place for a few days' camping
out; in short, he presented such a pleasing prospect, I finally
consented," responded Hoop.

"Well, I wish I had seen you first. We have had a house
party this week — Aunt and I — and you would have helped
in making up the number. Some of them are old acquant-
ances of yours — Jack Bentley and Sid Harrel. Then, besides,
Nell and Ellen Tyndall and Mary Gray, Professor Gray's
cousin. We are taking in the country. I sent them to Clear
Stream to fish and came into town on a little business. If
you pitch your camp near us, drop in on us sometime;" and
Tom getting into the waiting buggy, drove away.

H.

Tom Balford and Mary Gray had wandered from the
rest. The party had been on a picnic excursion and had
driven back in the late afternoon by Anandale, which was
at one time the wealthiest country seat in the state. The

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broad acres that stretched for miles around were then tilled
by hundreds of slaves. The house itself, now worn by age,
was then a palatial mansion. As it now stood, it resembled
a feudal castle fallen into decay; even yet the impress of
grandeur stamped its massive expanse; it was magnificent
in its simplicity. For years it had been uninhabi ed, and the
sUence of those years had wrapped the lonely mansion m a
romantic mystery.

"Now, Mary," said Tom as they entered the spacious
drawing room, "I want you to see the view from this window.
Have you ever seen anything to rival this?"

Before them stretched a grassy lawn sloping down to the
margin of a lake and of a stream which wound its silvery
length into the woodland just beyond. In the distance rose
the massive peak of Moimt Olympus, behmd whose brow
the sun was just sinking. The parting rays painted the
surface of the lake a warm rose color, which grew dimmer as
they gazed. From farther down the valley came the muffled
sound of falling water that sang in a sparkling treble as it
dashed against the rocks of the lower bed.

As she gazed, Mary drew in a soft breath and then in a
low voice quoted:

" 'The shadow falls on castle walls,
And snowy summits old in story,
The long light breaks across the lake,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.'

"This scene is the proper setting to those words," she
concluded.

"Yes," responded Tom. "Sometime, when the others
are present, I'll teU you the story of the 'Lady of the Lake.'
It is something of a ghost story."

Just then the rest of the party came up.

"You're a nice pair," said Sid. "Much obliged, Tom,
for the information about this gloomy old house," he ironi-
cally continued. "We explored every corridor, ran up and
down every winding staircase, and are at last gratified by

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gazing again on your countenances. What are you two
mooning over, any way?"

With an impressive gesture, Tom exclaimed:

"Stop your jabbering, Sid, and if there is any artist
soul in you, feast on this scene."

A low murmer broke from the assembled group.

"All observe carefully each detail. Do you see that
white marble shaft standing on the bank of the lake? That
is the gloomy finale of a story I shall sometime treat you to."

"But not now, Tom," entreated his aunt, Mrs. Tyndall.
"We shall scarcely reach home by supper time."

"Let's stay here and go home by moonlight," proposed
Jack Bently. "We have enough left from dinner for a lunch,
and hearing the story here will kind of enhance our interest."

This appeared to be the unanimous wish, and Mrs. Tyndall
gracefully acquiesced.

Luncheon over, Tom reassembled the party in the drawing
room and said: "Seat yourselves Jap-fashioned." And then
in a mock-serious tone added: "If ye have tears, prepare
to shed them now."

Sid Harrel immediately searched his pockets, and pro-
ducing several handkerchiefs passed them around.

"Now, Tom, the story," Mary demanded.

"Well, imagine j^ourselves back in ante-bellum days.
This room was then furnished in magnificence. From the
centre of the ceiling was suspended a golden chandelier; massive
candelabras stood on the marble mantle and every appointment
was elegant and costly.

"On this particular evening the room is thronged with
guests, for the Master of the mansion has lately brought
home his bride. She stands by his side just under the chandelier
and her glittering jewels flash in the light. She seems a picture
of loveliness and happiness.

"As she receives her guests a sweet smile lights up her
face; but as the evening advances a sign of disappointment
dimly grows in her eyes. Suddenly it lightens as the tall
soldierly form of a man advances down the room. The hus-

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band receives the guest politely, but the lady extends her
hand and allows it to rest for a perceptible moment in that
of the new comer's. He bows again and passes on.

"Now, the strains of music invite the guests to the dancing
hall, and the drawing room is almost deserted. The hours
Hit by; the husband mingles among his guests, but the lady
for a moment disappears.

"To go back a Kttle," said Tom. "As we said, the lady
was very beautiful, so of course, she had many suitors, among
whom were the master of Anandale and a poor army officer.
She had favored the officer, but ambition led her to accept
the richer suitor. At the opening of the story they had been
married about a month, and the husband has always been
jealous."

"Oh, yes," exclaimed Sid. "Now we are getting where
it is interesting. Enter both the villian and the green-eyed
monster."

"Do be quiet, Sid," Ellen entreated. "Go on, Tom."

"I've lost the thread of the story now — let me see," he
pondered.

"Here you are," again Sid broke in. "The army officer had
wandered in, the lady had wandered out, and the master
of Anandale was wandering around."

"Thanks, old man," Tom said, and takmg the cue con-
tinued: "Well, the Master of Annandale was mingling with
his guests. He passed from the drawing room to the con-
servatory and as he entered his eye fell on a scrap of paper,
crumpled. Mechanically, he stooped and picked it up, and
smoothing it out, read these words: 'Meet me by the lake
at twelve. I must see you once again — and then an eternal
farewell."

The jealousy in his heart prompted a true interpretation
of the case — his wife was to meet his old-time rival. He
glanced at his watch; the hands were five minutes past twelve.

"Making his way to the trysting place, he paused when
almost there, as he saw the leave-taking between the two.
Deep distress was in the lady's voice as she exclaimed: 'Oh,

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for my freedom again!' The jealous husband, maddened
by the cry, rushed into their presence, and challenged the
officer to a duel. They agreed to meet at daybreak.

"Morning brought with it the death of the officer. The
husband, indignant with his wife, did not return that day.
When he came, she was not to be found. Growing alarmed
he searched for her everywhere. iVs a last resort, the lake
was dragged and her body found.

"The husband, miserable at home, travelled, and while
away died. He requested that he should be buried by his
wife's side near the lake.

"There is the shaft that marks their graves. On it is
no inscription, save this:

" 'Ralph Morrison and Vivien, his wife.'

The sequel of the story is this, and is believed by many
superstitous people: On bright moonlight nights there is
to be heard a muffled sound of music in the gloomy mansion
and some, who have been venturesome enough to go, have
even claimed to see the white-clad figure of a woman rise
mist-like from around the waters of the lake and float around
its bank wringing her hands. Sometimes on quiet nights,
the footsteps of some man wanders along the corridors, as if
in quest of something. It is thought that it is the master
searching for the lady."

Tom finished and thanked his audience for their close
attention. As he did so a door slowly opened and then closed.
There was the unmistakable sound of footsteps advancing
down the hall. The girls grew white with a superstitious fear.

To add to this was the indistinct murmer of voices.

"It's my belief," said Tom, "that there is something
behind all this. Suppose we investigate it, boys?"

"Not unless you want to drive me wild," exclaimed Nell.

"No, indeed," begged Mary. "Let's leave this horrid
place. I can see the jealous husband, the lady and the
old army officer walking all around."

"But think what a distinction it will be to solve the
mystery of the Ghosts of Anandale," Jack ventured.

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"Yes, you girls hug each other down here while we ga
above," said Sid.

Mrs. Tyndall asserted herself. "You will never leave
us down here to be murdered; we go, too."

Ill

"First, boys, let's get some kind of light," said Tom.

"Here's the very thing," said Sid, and walking over
to the mantle he picked up a small piece of wax candle. "I
guess this one did not quite burn out at that grand ball, Tom,
and was left here for that very purpose."

"Very probably," responded Tom.

The light manner in which the boys were considering
the affair partially reassured the girls, yet they started at
every sound. An odor of burning paper was wafted to them
from the end of the long corridor. They accordingly made
their way in that direction. Arriving there, the boys exploring
the room at the end of the corridor. There was some paper
lately burned on the hearth, and more curious still, the end
of a rope, secured to the window sill.

"This grows inteserting," said Tom. "It occurs to me
suddenly that this house, being deserted, may be a rendezvous
for robbers. It may be the Milbury Bank Robbers are hidden
here."

"0, gracious, Tom!" exclaimed his aunt. "How can you
stand there and talk in that uncanny way?"

"Hush!" he exclaimed, and at the same time blew out
the light. "I hear voices just down that line of elms. Aunt
take the girls outside, and we will sift this to the bottom."

"Never," she stated quietly but emphatically. "Wild
horses could not pull me out there in the dark. If we are
to be murdered, we'll die together."

"Listen," Mary whispered.

A voice floated up in the stillness to the listeners in the
north room.

"Our work is almost done," the voice was saying, "and
then, haunted house, you will be left again in sohtude. We
collect our booty tomorrow and slip back into the busy world

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again. This is a capital hiding place, old fellow, isn't it?"
"The Millbury Bank Robbery," Tom whispered.
There was a tightening of the rope. The three boys

stationed themselves in front of the window. A form was

silhoutted against the moonlight outside, and then caught

and gagged with Tom's handkerchief inside. The next comer

was dealt with in the same manner.

"Now," said Tom triumphantly, "strike a light."

Th yellow flame gave out a flickering glimmer. The

company gathered at a respectful distance to survey their

capture.

X X X

Before them stood Hoop and Professor Gray, at whose
feet lay the mangled specimens they had been so arduously
gathering.

It was with mingled feelings of astonishment, dismay and
resentment that they regarded the other. Then Mary's rip-
pling laughter floated out on the night air. Every one joined
in. Amid general rejoicing the prisoners' hands were loosed.

"Now tell me. Cousin George," Mary demanded, "what
you meant by 'booty?' "

Professor Gray cast one rueful glance at his mangled
specimens.

"We were here a short while ago," he said, "and I dis-
covered we had left these," waving his hand over the treasured
collection. "We went to find them, and returned to be kid-
napped."

"We thought you were the bank robbers," Sid informed
him.

Hoop turned and surveyed the company in surprise,
and then said: "Did you not know that they had been cap-
tured? I walked into town early this morning and heard
the news."

"Yes, while I was preparing things for our lunch," Pro-
fessor Gray spoke up, "Hoop went to town and brought the
news back. Now I have a short confession to make. For
the past ten years I have come to Anandale for a few days quiet

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freedom. I knew the old superstitions people entertained
toward the place, and selected it for that reason. In fact,
it may be partly due to my visits here that these reports have
grown. Several times I have heard people conversing, as
I did you this evening when I first returned, but these persons
lacking the courage you young giants possess, left me in un-
disputed possession, and went on to spread the report of the
mysterious sounds."

"You're what I call an iconoclast," exclaimed Sid.
"Yes," added Mary, "you have shattered my ideal of
a thoroughly true ghost story."

"Yet, no one can say that we have not solved the mys-
tery," said Tom. "We have solved forever the mystery
of the Ghosts of Anandale."

X. Y. Z.

♦

IN MEMORIAM.
"And there the weary be at rest."
Whereas, Our Heavenly Father, in His
infinite goodness and mercy, has seen fit to take
from our midst our friend and co-laborer, William
Woodard Bowles, that he might join the ransomed
of the Lord,

Resolved, That we, the members of the
Young Men's Christian Association of Millsaps
College, by the death of our friend and brother,
have lost one whose devotion to God never
faltered; whose life was blameless, and whose
fidelity was unquestioned.

Resolved, That such a life, although cut
off in the bloom of youth, was one striving to
attain the higher plains of Christian usefulness,
to make himself a greater blessing to humanity,
and his influence has been a blessing to those
with whom he associated.

Resolved, That we extend our deepest
sympathy to his loved ones, and commend them

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to the grace and comfort of Almighty God.

Resolved, That these resolutions be writ-
ten in the minutes of this Association, published in
the Collegian, and a copy be sent to the bereaved
family.

James A. IMcKee,
Oscar Backstrom,

Committee.

f

Carried His Point.
'Twas in a western court room;

The "bad man" did appear
To wish to speak unto the judge,

Who would not lend his ear.
At length he grew quite angry,

And raised a row. Report
Remarks that when things cleared away,
He had the ear of the court.

— Exchange.

Cupid's Way.

Cupid and I a compact made:

"When yonder maiden passes here
You shoot her with your bow," I said,

"That to my pray'rs she'll lend an ear."
The sly young fox swore he would,

That she could not his arrow 'scape.
Then soon in the gentle grass I stood,

And for her opened the garden gate.
I trembled when she looked at me.

With dimpled cheeks, lips cherry red.
Sir Cupid laughed from out the tree —

Traitor — he pierced my heart instead.

— Shearon Bonner in Cumberland Weekly.

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THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

VoL 8. Jackson^ Miss*t December, 1905* No. .2

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College.

J. A. Baker _ - .Editor-in-Chief

W. A. Williams Associate Editor

R. B. Carr - Local Editor

Frances Park Literary Editor

E. C. McGiLVRAY Alumni Editor

L. E. Price Business Manager

J. C. Neill, J. C. RoussEAUx Assistant Business Managers

Remittances and business communications should be sent to L. E. Price,

Business Manager. Matter intended for publication should be

sent to J. A. Baker, Editor-in-Chief.

Issued the 1st of Each Month During the College Year.

Subscription, Per Annum, $L00 Two Copies, 11.50 Per Annum

t EDITORIALS. t

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What is education? And what influence
EDUCATION does it exert in the field of action? Is it
a knowledge ol classical literature, sciences
and history; a familiar association with accumulated facts?
These are questions that confront the college student, and
to a great extent, must be settled by them individually. Their
conception of it will be in accordance with their view of Ufe.

Education is the training of the intellectual and moral
man. This training begins with perception, or more accu-
rately, when we can distinguish between two distinct and
opposite forms. There are different stages in education as
in any other attainment. In cultivating or improving our
knowledge we have some end in view. This end is not that
we might know something about everything, but that we
know everything about something. If every one, in seeking
an education, should undertake to learn a little of everything,

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their knowledge would be imperfect and disconnected. It
Is not only beyond the grasp of a finite mind to master such
an undertaking, but what would be his reward if he should
intelligently follow this course? Surely old age, with its
weaknesses would have overtaken him ere a fair beginning
had been made.

Education is not intended to perfect social attainments
alone, nor to be treasured solely for the power or honor it
grants to the possessor, but to a great extent it is to be appre-
ciated as an invaluable possession to the man of business.
I do not refer to the collegiate training exclusively, for some
of our greatest commercial magnates have succeeded without
having attended college. Yet they did not lack education,
for they were close and attentive observers, and their minds
were inventive. It was more difficult for these men to attain
such excellence without a collegiate education, not that such
advantages makes it easier to be attained, but that you are
better prepared to undertake and carry through such respon-
sibilities.

It is a lamentable fact that so many of our young men
attending college should leave before thej^ graduate. A large
per cent, leave after finishing the Freshman year, and only
about 20 per cent, ever graduate. Many of these men think
they have the cream of the college course when they finish
the Sophomore year,but there is a fallacy in all such reasoning.
They are not able to appreciate the advantages offered by
the higher classes; not that they may not be able representa-
tives of their classes, but they lack the broader and more
thorough knowledge of their respective courses which is offered
in the upper classes.

You have not completed your education when you leave
college. You have only laid the foundation, and this founda-
tion is constructed well or poorly accordingly to the merit of
your work. If you fail in your obligations as a student, your
work is defective, and consequently the ground work of your
education lacks stability. Too many of us do not see the
need of this earlier training until we have wandered too far

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to redeem entirely our lost opportunities. Should we repent
our folly when our life's work is opened before us and endeavor
to build wisely on such a foundation, we would see with morti-
fication that our structure needed firmness and endurance.
I do not mean to say that in case you find this to apply to you
that you should give up all hope of succeeding, but I mean
that your success is not what it could have been made if you
had followed strictly in the path of duty. No success is
permanent unless it is the conscientious work of a worthy
individual, and this success will conform to your ability as
a worker, and the faithfulness with which you attend to your
work.

We cannot well eliminate morals from education, since in
all highly perfected attainments, morals play an important
role. If we could conceive of education without a moral
back ground, would it not decrease its value? Could a highly
organized society where education is a ruling factor, retain
its influence if the immoral pervaded its recognized sphere?
In the world of action you learn more accurately, and with
a less degree of difficulty, for experience is our greatest instruc-
tor, and you not only can distinguish between the moral and
immoral, but your choice is made with a certain end in view.

We are fortunate in securing a good
The Lyceum Lyceum course for this year, and especially
Course. as the greater number will be held in the

Belhaven Chapel. The pleasure in attending
these lectures will not be questioned by the student body,
for aside from the lectures, they will reap a no less agreeable
benefit. Having heard one lecture we are prepared to say
with conviction that it was thoroughly enjoyable and enter-
taining, and we now look forward with pleasure to the succeed-
ing numbers. It was not only enjoyable in itself as pleasing
the humorous side of our nature, but it was a diversion from
the monotonous routine of study and recitation.

The characteristic features of this course, aside from
its purpose to entertain, is to cultivate in one a higher apprecia-

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tion of literature, whether it be serious, comic or epic. This
has its advantages in education as it presents to the mind
in a most gratifying manner, an important lesson or truth.

It has been the custom at this institution
Clark Essay for some years back to offer a medal for excel-
Medal. lency in composition. Much honor is attached

to this prize as the winner must show an unusual degree of
literary skill. No prize offered here is more coveted than
this, and we look for a fair number of contestants.

The subject in the Clark Essay Medal contest for the
present session will be "Sidney Lanier." There are no re-
strictions as to the manner in which the theme may be treated
the only rules in the contest being as follows: All essays
upon the assigned subject must be handed in on the first
Saturday in May, at which time an impromptu subject will
be assigned upon which the students are allowed three hours
in which to complete their essay. Different pseudonyms
must be used by each contestant in both the prepared and
the impromptu contest. Both sets of papers will be sent
to the same committee, and their estimate will be indicated
by grades. The grades for each man will then be averaged,
the prepared effort counting sixty per cent, and the impromptu
forty per cent. And the person having the highest average
wins the medal.

t LOCAL DEPARTMENT. t

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Bright (observing the moon with the aid of the telescope) —
"Say, Doctor, what are those promotions on the moon?"

Dr. W. T. Boiling, pastor of the Central Methodist Church
of Memphis, conducted the devotional exercises for us last
week. He also made a very interesting talk.
Junior and Senior
Walking down the street,
Couldn't see the senior
For the junior's feet.

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Prof. D. H. Bishop, formerly occupant of the Chair of
Enghsh, now at the head of that department at the University
spent Tlianksgiving in Jackson.

The Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity enterttained their student
friends at an informal smoker Saturday night, December 9.

"He unconsciously kissed her." — Sophomore story.

The Freshman election last week resulted as follows:
J. B. Huddleston, President; Miss Ricketts, Vice President;
Miss Easterhng, Secretary; Miss Fields, Treasurer; Miss Spann,
Historian; Lankford, Poet; Cooper, Sport; Waugh, Liar.

Dr. Murrah returned last week from the North Mississippi
Conference, at Grenada. While there he succeeded in raising
about $6,000 of the endowment fund.

The first class meeting of the year was held by the Junior
class Tuesday, December 5. The officers elected are as follows:
J. L. Berry, President; Miss Susie Ridgway, Vice President;
L. K. Carlton, Secretary; Miss Bessie Huddleston, Poet;
G. C. Terral, Historian; S. I. Osborne, Treasurer; J. W. Weems,
Prophet; H. W. Pearce, Sport; A. L. Rogers, Liar.

Mr. J. S. Purcell, '05, has been over to see us several
times this month. We don't know whether he likes the boys
so well, or that there is another attraction. Mr. Purcell
goes to Vanderbilt after the Christmas holidays. He will
be accompanied by Messrs. 0. W. and T. M. Bradley.

Mr. W. W. Bowles of Kosciusko, Miss., died Novemebr 17.
He had been in college only a few weeks, but had made many
warm, personal friends and who will miss him very much.
His remains were carried to Kosciusko for burial.

Several of the old boys came over Thanksgiving to witness
the foot-ball game between University and A. &. M. College.
Among these were S. M. Graham, Superintendent of the Gloster
school; H, M. Harris, first assistant at Gloster; A. P. Hand and
W. L. Weems, of Shubuta; J. M. Kennedy, Professor of Math-

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ematics and Latin in Montrose High School; L. D. Reed,
L. R. O'Brien, Ben Tindall and J. K. Young of University.

The following new books are among those received in
the Library this month: "In Great Waters," by T. A. Janvier;
"The Red Axe," by S. R. Crockett; "Sir Mortimer," by Miss
Mary Johnston; and "The Light of the Stars," by Hamlin
Garland. Messrs. Piircell, Hand, Barrier, Ricketts and
McGee have contributed magazines. The additions up to
the present time are: "McClures," "The Arena," "The Inde-
pendent," "Nation and Classical Review." Prof. 0. H. Moore
has placed in the reading room "La Maitre Phonetigue,"
"Berlinen Illustrate Zietung," and "L'Ecole de Deux Monde."
Mr. R. A. Tribble has contributed the "Commercial Appeal
and Rev. W. H. Foote a large number of religious works.

At a meeting of the Bobashela staff, Mr. W. F. Murrah
was elected to fill the place of Humorous Editor. The staff
now consists of the following: L. E. Price, Editor in Chief;
Jeff Collins, Literary Editor; A. L. Rodgers, Art Editor;
W. F. Murrah, Humorous Editor; J. A. McKee, Organizations;
0. Backstrom, Classes and Athletics; J. L. Neill, Business
Manager; J. L. Berry and J. C. Rousseaux, Assistants.

The following men have been selected to represent the
Galloway Literary Soceity on the occasion of its anniversary:
Anniversarian, L. E. Price; Orator, E. D. Lewis; President,
J. A. Baker; Vice President, James Blount; Secretary, C. R.
Nolen; Literary Address, Hon. C. H. Alexander. The society
also selected as its Commencement debaters the following:
First debater, J. L. Neill; second debater, C. L. Neill.
■ f

After many delays and disappointments Millsaps succeeded
in meeting the Jackson Athletic Club upon the gridiron at
the ball park, Dec. 9, and as was the case last year, with the
odds greatly against them both in weight and experience,
overwhelmed their opponents by superior team work. Al-
though witnessed by a small crowd the game, in many respects,
was much better than that between the University of Missis-

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sipps and the A. & M. College, the work of both teams being
quicker and snappier, and not marred by frequent delays.
The result came as a great siu-prise to many, since Jackson,
profiting by last year's game, had strengthened her team
materially, and had been training steadily for the past month.

As was expected both teams proved to be stronger upon
the offensive than they were on the defensive, Millsaps inter-
ference moving off with a dash that was almost irresistible.
Jackson lost because she was unable to stop the end runs by
McGilvray and Kittrell upon tackle back formation, and
because of her frequent fumbling — she also came near winning
on account of Millsaps one fumble. At a conservative esti-
mate, Millsaps was out-weighed ten to fifteen pounds to the
man, but notwithstanding this handicap the line not only
held like the conventional stone wall, but could usually be
relied upon for a gain of from two to four yards whenever called
upon. The game was free from any disagreeable feature,
and no substitutes were used.

Shields proved to be the star player for the team, and
succeeded several times in aiding the ends for a run of thirty
five yards. Meyers at full and Manship at end also put up
a good game. For Millsaps the best work was done by Cooper,
McGilvray,Murrah and Kittrell, all four being in the game all
the time. Mc. proved to be the best ground gainer, and fre-
quently passed all the back save the fuh; Kittrell hit the line
like a young battering ram, and several times broke through
the interference, throwing the runner for a loss. Captain
Murrah not only saved the game by kicking the goal, but
his tackle of McKee just as the latter crossed the goal line
was probably the cause of Meyer's failure to kick the goal;
he also ran the team well and twice downed Shields when the
latter had a clear field ahead of him. Millsaps lost the ball
on fumble once, was held down once, was penalized for off-side
play once, and was forced to kick once; the tackle back and
tandem plays were used almost entirely.

The game in detail was as follows: Captain Murrah
the toss and chooses to defend the north goal. Meyers kicks

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to Murrah, who advances the ball ten yards before he is downed
by Manship. Terrell, Kittrell andMcGilvray advance the
ball fifteen yards in four downs. The ball is fumbled on a
tandem and falls into the hands of McKee who, aided by ex-
cellent interference, runs thirty-five yards for a touch-down,
being tackled by Murrah just as he crosses the line. Meyers
fails to kick a difficult goal. Score: Jackson 5; Millsaps 0.

Meyers kicks of! to Kittrell, who returns the ball fifteen
yards. Jackson loses five yards for off side play. Millsaps
carries the ball to the centre of the field, but is forced to
punt. Davis boots the pigskin forty yards and it is Jackson
ball on her twenty-five yard line. Shields skirts the end for
thirty-five yards, being downed hy Murrah; after several small
gains Meyers goes over left tackle for ten yards; Shields adds
five more and time is called with the ball in Jackson's pos-
session on her opponent's thirty-yard line.

Davis kicks to Meyer who is downed by Cooper before
he has gained three yards. Jackson carries the ball to the
forty-yard line, fumbles, and Neill falls on the ball. By
means of short dashes and a couple of seven-yard runs by
McGilvray, the ball is placed within a half foot of Jackson's
goal. Two attacks are made upon right tackle without gain,
but on the third down Kittrell is pushed over the line on a
tandem on left tackle. Murrah kicks goal. Score: Millsaps 6;
Jackson 5.

Meyers kicks to Terrell who fumbles upon the ball outside
of bounds. It is brought in and Millsaps carries it to Jackson's
thirty-yard line, where they are held for downs. Shields
circles the end for twenty-yards. Time is almost up, and the
play is fast and furious. Jackson fumbles and Shields is
thrown for a loss of two yards; Meyers is thrown back two
yards. On the third down the ball is fumbled again, Watson
falling upon it; but the umpire declared Millsaps off-side
and the ball goes to Jackson. Meyer kicks thirty-five yards;

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Miirrah returned the ball to the forty-yard line, and time is
called:

The following was the line-up:

Neill Centre Stevens

Jaco — - - - Right guard Snodgrass

Terrell Right tackle Harris

Watson, H. D. -....Right end McKee

Walden .Left guard Hallam

Adams Left tackle Bums

Cooper Left end Manship

McGilvray _ Left half Meyers, C.

KittreU .....Right half Shields

Murrah, C ....Quarter... Mayes

Davis Full back Jolmson

Substitute — Millsaps: Berry, W. Watson, Kahn, Catching,
Welch. Jackson: Spengler, Voltz, Hilzim and McCleskey.

Touchdowns — McKee, KittreU.
Goals — Murrah.

Referee — Professor A. A. Kern.
Umpire — Mr. Jack Thompson.
Linesmen — Watson, E. L. Meyers.
Timekeepers — Weems, Smith.
Fifteen minute halves.

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t LITERARY DEPARTMENT. t

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FRANCES PARK.

"THE FOOL ERRANT."

Being the Memoirs of Francis Antony Strelley, Esq., Citizen
of Lucca, by Maurice Hewlett.

With the exception of a brief review of his early hfe,
Francis Strelley of Upcote, England, begins his reminiscences
with his arrival in Padua, Italy, where he is to attend a Uni-
versity. He boards at the home of the selfish and eccentric
Dr. Porfirio Lafranchi, with whose young and lovely wife
he falls in love.

Thus begins his folly. As reparation he starts forth on
a pilgrimage to the childhood home of Donna Aurelia, there
to pray her pardon, and, if possible, effect a reconciliation
between husband and wife.

It is this journey on foot that makes up the greater part
of the book. Francis meeting with a vicious and cunning,
old Capuchin friar, who shadows his life until he kills him; the
finding of the peasant girl, Virginia Strozzi, whose honor
he protected and whom he teaches, in return for which she
not only becomes his servant, but gives him so pure and
enduring a love that for his sake she is willing to sacrifice
all that she has or is.

Among the minor characters who give action and variety
to this tale are Count Giraldi, the gentlemanly rascal who
leads Aurelia astray; Marquis Semifonte, the phlegmatic
scoundrel from whom Virginia is rescued by Francis; and
Belviso, the noble young actor of a dream-like countenance
who gives his life for Strelley.

That Francis Strelley is a fool cannot be denied. The
mission on which he goes, and the risks run there by him
might have been avoided; the latter at least lessened. We
have little patience with his idealistic worship of the illusive
Aurelia, while beside him, ignored, is the patient Virginia,

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loviiig him with all her passionate heart. It was during his
brief experiences as actor that he himself said: "If it was my
business to look a fool, God knows I played better than any."

Yet because he is a fool, he is none the less a true knight
and a champion of virtue. Even when his fortunes and
spirits are at the lowest ebb, he does not deviate a hair's
breadth from his ideal of honor. His spiritual and high-
strung nature convince us that his sins were not those of the
heart. Finally he ceases to walk with his head in the clouds,
and learns to appreciate and love the girl who was worthy of
more than he could give or do.

This was Virginia, piu-e of mind and soul. Of the char-
acters, Mr. Hewlett has drawn, Virginia is the masterpiece.
She wins our hearts from her first appearance in the forest,
a proud and handsome peasant girl, calm and clear-eyed, a
bundle of fagots on her head.

Childish, yet womanly; proud yet tender; at times fierce
at others subtle — all these she is. Between her and the en-
chanitng little Aurelia there exists from the first a wide gulf.
When at last Francis Strelley's eyes are opened, and he passes
over the gulf, then his folly ends. He becomes a true man,
the mask of the Fool falls and we see a knight in all truth.

Mr. Hewlett is exceedingly frank in dealing with delicate
situations. Yet if he offends, we are soon lost in the rapidly
succeeding scenes, and carried along by the swing of the story
What charms us in the setting of this Italian tale of the
eighteenth century is "the great out doors" in both forest
and city.

Then we have a feeling of contentment that out of the
vice and sordidness surrounding them, into their peacefid
home in Lucca, have risen the pure Virginia and the noble
Fool Errant.

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t EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT. t

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W. A. WILLIAMS.

Of the typical college magazine the exchange department
is, perhaps, the least attractive. This is not a matter for
surprise, for of all the departments the exchange is the most
difficult to make attractive, The editor is at the disadvantage
of knowing that his department is seldom noticed by the stu-
dent body, and thus misses whatever inspiration is to be de-
rived from the knowledge that one's productions will be widely
read. Unless he is ingenious or has acquired a wide vocab-
ulary, his reviews must necessarily he of a monotonous same-
ness. For these reasons, we believe that the exchange de-
partment should be judged liberally. But making due allow-
ance for the difficulties with which the exchange editor has
to contend, our exchange departments are not so good as
they should be. They betray lack of work. The reviews
are imperfect. Few exchanges seem to have been read at
all, or else read to no purpose. Some of the criticisms might
have been as well expressed if the journals criticised had never
been opened. Let us, if possible, display some literary taste
in the expression of our criticisms, but if this is beyond us
let us at least read our exchanges and be conscientious in what
we say concerning them.

There is quite a difference of opinion among us as to the
method we shall pursue in our criticisms, varying from those
meekly disposed, who declare that they shall refrain entirely
from severe criticism and seek out only that which is good
to those who have entered the arena in plumes and war paint
believing that they have a great work to do in driving
from the field of college literature all contributions that do not
reach a high standard of excellence. There do appear occa-
sionally, if not frequently, Sophomoric addresses and plotless
stories that detract from the worth of the magazine rather
than add to it. These, we believe, should not be permitted

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to pass without comment. But we should refrain from scath-
ing criticism. The habit of tearing down may be quickly and
easily acquired, to construct is far more difficult. If a con-
tribution contains any feature at all worthy of commendation
it should be commended. The men who most endanger the
good name of their magazine are not those given to writing
sophomoric addresses and jingling doggerel, but those who
refuse to contribute at all.

The Sentence.

The Fates — "You are charged with the crime of poverty.
Are you guilty or not guilty?"
The poor Man— "Guilty."
The Fates— "Hard labor for life." —Ex.

Pope and Miss N.
'Twas Pope who first the silence broke.

"Miss N., I'm like a tree,
Because I have a heart, you know."
"It's 'cause you're sappy. See?"
"And you are like a tree also,"
(He her response ignored) —
'Because you're wooed (Wood) by me."

"No, no! because I'm bored (board)."
"Now, Pope, you may be like a tree."

(He couldn't quite perceive.)
"Trees leave sometimes and make a bough,
And you may also bow and leave."

— The Gamilacad.

Of the few November exchanges we have received, the
College Reflector, Castles Heights Herald, and the Baylor
Literary, the editorial departments are creditable. The editor
of the College Reflector expresses himself in clear, dignified
language, and writes upon those subjects which unquestion-
ably come within his realm, viz., the literary societies, the
college band and the Lyceum Course. In Castle Heights

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Herald the editorial, "The Personnel of Students," is quite
an appropriate subject for the beginning of the year, and the
editor's observations of the personnel of the new students
are far more pleasing than any sage advice he could give them.
This editor is also fortunate in the selection and treatment
of his other subjects. The editor of the Baylor Literary,
in his editorial on "College Men in Newspaperdom," forcibly
sets forth the power of the press and the work that the college
man may do through the press. He connects his subjects
more definitely with the affairs of college men by suggesting
that only those be elected to the staff of college publications
who intend to follow journalism as a life's work.

Flo was fond of Ebenezer —

Eb for short, she called her beau;

Talk of "tides of love" — Great Caesar!
You should see 'em — Eb and Flo.

— High School Echo.

+ ALUMNI DEPARTMENT, ^
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G. C. MCGILVAY.

Did you ever meet an old Millsaps man whom you had
never met before? Did you ever have them to give you a
cordial, hearty old-fashioned hand-shake, and welcome you
to their homes? When you meet one, you know you have
met a friend. You feel that you have something in common.
You have a general interest in each other; if you do not know
each other, you know something about every one connected
with the college that your friend knows, and you feel like
you ought to know your new friend. In fact, you do know
a whole lot about him. You know that he "Busted" recita-
tions; you know that he did just what he had to do and
no more. You know that he blessed out some member of
the faculty to himself; you both know the nicknames for t\ve
faculty. The greater part of your conversation is about
the fun and the play. There is nothing like the good old col

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lege days. This causes me to say that all of college advantages
are not in books.

Success is and should be the watch word of Millsaps stu-
dents. This has been very deeply impressed on the general
public by our Alumni and students. For it is upon the success
of our students that the rank of our college in the college world
is based. Forthis reason the college and its alumni are to a large
degree inseparable. The college depends on its students to mani-
fest the kind of work put forth. And the former students look
to their Alma Mater to hold its own among other institutions.
This is the only real and permanent policy upon which a col-
lege can build. Let the work advertise itself through the
students. In so doing the workman need not be ashamed
of his labor. So it is the duty of every Millsaps students to
show in the best way possible what Millsaps is. This the
Alumni can do best.

Mr. T. M. Lemly, 1900, gives up a promising law practice
to do Y. M. C. A. work. We have two reasons for predicting
great success for Tom in this work. One is that he gave up
a good law practice, and the other is because he took an active
part in the Young Men's Christian Association while in college.

J. H. Penix and C. R. Ridgway, '04, are associated in
the legal profession in the city of Jackson. They have a
handsome office on Capitol Street. This promises to be, in
the course of a very few years, one of the leading law firms
of the city. This makes the fourth law firm established in
Jackson who received their training at Millsaps law school.

Dr. E. H. Galloway, 1900, is rising very rapidly. With
hardly two years practice he has been made health officer of
the city of Jackson. Dr. Galloway stood the state examination
after finishing his second course of lectures.

We are glad to learn that J. S. Purcell, Jr., '05, is going
to join the Mississippi Conference. The people of Thomas ville
Circuit gave good reports of his work this year. "Puss" was
out to see us last week — and went to prove his real estate — C?

We were glad to have with us Thanksgiving A. P. Hand and
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a rest this year. "Chunch" Weems has gained thirty pound
since he graduated in June. Boys, he is a big "Chunck" now.
Will is in business with his father— I believe he is helping
the boys — he is too fat. Albert is working in his father's
drug store.

S. M. Graham, '05, and E. 0. Whittington, '01, of Gloster,
Miss., visited the college while in Jackson. Mr. Whittington
is doing a nice business in lumber and merchandise. Mr.
Graham is principal of the Gloster Graded School. Sam is
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THE NEW SOUTH DEBTOR TO THE OLD.

To ignore or underestimate the past is a manifest tendency
of the times in which we Hve. In no other period of the
"^orld's history has it been deemed so important to be in
sympathy with existing conditions. Wonderful discoveries
and startling events so rapidly succeed each other that we are
in danger of forgetting that the proud place we occupy has
come to us quite as much by inheritance as by our own ex-
ertions. Especially does this appear in what is said and writ-
ten about the New South in contrast with the Old.

Following the lead of alien or prejudiced writers and speak-
ers, we are coming to look upon the civilization peculiar to
the South before the war as that of a rude and undeveloped
people. Because some of the institutions which formerly
existed here ended with the civil war, it is unjustly concluded
that the social and political ideas prevalent at that time were,
even then, not practical and are now altogether obsolete.
It cannot be denied that many of the customs which existed
mider the old regime were so incorporated with the insti-
tutions of slavery that they could not long survive its passing.
Yet there is a difference between customs and principles;
and a closer study of that time will show that the New South,
wherein it is better than the Old, is not a new and independent
creation, but a survival and a natural development of the
Old.

In order that we may realize the influence that the Old
South has had upon the New, it is essential that we fully
understand what the old conditions in our section were.

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A just comparison of the past with the present would discover
wherein this influence, silent and yet not less powerful be-
cause silent, pervades every institution which, in more recent
times, has promoted the welfare of our Southern people. It
is not uncommon for writers on ante-bellum social and polit-
ical conditions to dwell upon the defects of the old system,
giving to them such prominence as almost to obscure its merits,
and thus to make it appear that all progress among us in this
section of our country had its beginning with the abolition
of slavery, or Lee's surrender at Appomattox.

To establish this contention they proceed to show the
vast advance made in industrial conditions during the last
forty years. Pointing triumphantly to the large increase
in the cotton crop, to the hundreds of new manufacturing
enterprises, and the thousands of miles of railway where there
were none before the war; they claim that none of these
things would have existed without the utter over-throw
of the old regime. The fallacy of such reasoning, as regards
natural development, will appear when we apply it to other
sections of our country. If we consider the progress during
the same period of the western, the middle or the New Eng-
land states, we will discover changes equally as great in every
department of industry.

In the state of Massachusetts in 1875, the work done by
machines was equal to the hand labor of two million men,
but in the year 1902 the work of machines was found to be
the equivalent of the labor of fifty millions of men. At the
close of the Civil war there was no transcontinental railway,
but now the Rocky Mountain system is threaded by more
than a dozen of these great arteries of commerce, and time
from New York to Boston to San Francisco has been reduced
from months to as many days.

In 1861 there was scarcely a single labor organization
in the United States and the factory hand was virtually a
slave to his employer; now in most of the great manufacturing
centers the health and comfort and happiness of the employees
is a peculiar care of the management, and when this is not

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willingly accorded, organized labor has learned how to com-
pel it. But does any one speak of a New North or New West
as a thing apart from the old, or claim that these improve-
ments owe nothing to the character and labor of the men
of two generations ago?

i But, admitting all that is claimed for the superiority
of the present in the way of material prosperity, we must
not forget that in comparing the state of a people at different
periods of their history, we must take account of something
more than dollars and cents. Civilization is not measured
in bales of cotton and miles of railway. Taking this larger
view of the subject, we are led to inquire into the intellectual
culture of our section then and now. There is no respect
in which more extravagant and unfounded claims are made
on the part of the new order of things than in the matter
of education.

Before considering the subject, however, it is well that
we should fully understand the condition of the country
at the time in question, and the character of its people. There
were three distinct classes in the south at that time. First,
there was the ruling class, consisting of the aristocratic planters,
wealthy merchants and professional men. This class, not
large, assumed, on account of its superior administrative
ability and its broader and more statesman-like culture,
almost complete control of affairs of government. The second
class was composed of the ignorant and shiftless whites who
owned no slaves, and were so indifferent concerning their
own advancement that members of their class seldom rose
to places of importance. The third, and lowest class, was
composed of slaves, who, being merely the property of I the
planters, had, of course, no voice in determining matters of
government.

To meet this situation, and to organize out of these dif-
ferent and naturally discordant elements, a stable and pro-
gressive society, required of the dominant class the exercise
of no ordinary ability. It is clear that when such condi-
tions existed, the population must have been small in number

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and too far apart for any school system, like that of the present
day, to have been practicable or useful. In the towns, how-
ever, where population made it possible, free schools were
provided, either by the state or through individual effort
and enterprise. That, even the poorer classes, were not neg-
lected in this regard, we have the authority of Painter in his
history of education; that, for those imable to pay the cost
of tuition a public fund was provided. At the same time,
private enterprise secured the establishment of numerous
flourishing secondary schools, while denominational zeal mul-
tiplied the number of Christian colleges.

Granting all that is said of the former school system
as regards to extent and organization, the character of education
furnished then will bear favorable comparison with that
which is prevalent now.. On this subject a recent writer,
who was himself part and parcel of that order, has said: "The
day of the ancient academy and college as source and inspi-
ration of an incomparable culture will never be surpassed
by latter day educational systems, however widely extended
and beneficent these may be. There was something intensely
stimulating in the spirit and method of the old classical school;
a sharp, yet generous, competition and rivalry of scholarship;
a thoroughness that reached the very foundation of every
subject traversed; and above and through it all, there was
the sure development of a sense of honor and pride of schol-
arship that lifted even the dull student into an ambition
to succeed.

But industrial development and individual training is
not the only factor of a people's civilization. The student
of the period of which we are speaking, must take account
of social, political and religious conditions which prevailed.
There is a disposition, in some quarters, to hold up to generally
good natured ridicule the business habits of the typical south-
ern planter who, from his prominent position in society and
in public affairs, so largely dominated the opinions and de-
termined the character of the people. This is notably the
case in that once popular novel, "Colonel Carter, of Carters-

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ville," and others which undertake to present, with the hcense
of fiction, the landed gentlemen of the olden time. Fallen
on evil times, he is described as being, where money was con-
cerned, simple and careless as a child, basing his credit upon
visionary schemes or the possession of estates covered over
with mortgages, and rich only in memories of the past. Sim-
ilar characteristics appear, to some extent, in the stories
of Page, Harris, Read and others.

That these pictures are overdrawn, does not admit of
question. It is true that the typical Southern gentleman
often carried sentiment into business, and put too large a value
upon his promise to pay, but we would do well to be sparing
of criticism when we reflect that in our day, in the mad rush
of business competition, little attention is often paid to the
higher sentiments of humanity and of honor, and that to perfect
a deal or corner on a market, men trample, without scruple,
upon the interests of others whenever they are found to con-
flict with their own.

Admitting that there was sometimes a great deal of ar-
rogance in the speech and manner of the "Southern Colonels,
by Courtesy," as some one has called them, yet associated
with it there was, among all classes of people, as has often
been said, "a fine sense of honor and a large and cordial hos-
pitality that, in spite of the rough experiences of
recent times, still lends its charm to our southern life."
There was that high sense of honor which caused a man,
when he had given his word, to keep it faithfully, even though
it cost him his life — such a sense of honor must have largely
atoned for the lack of business abihty, and certainly the
spirit developed was of a higher quality than that which
prevails in this day of trusts, graft, and business gambling
of every kind.

In politics, also, the standard of the old life was high.
The ancient classics, to the reading of which the ruling classes
so often devoted their leisure, created in them a power and
clearness in thought and expression that made them at all
times interesting talkers and fitted them in public life to be-

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come leaders of men. With the old Greek philosophers,
they dreamed of the perfect republic, and with the imperial
spirit of the Roman, they aspired to extend its laws and its
power to the ends of the earth.

The Constitution was to them a sacred compact, and
their devotion to the Union, as they conceived it, was strong
and steadfast. The politician of the Old South was not wholly
a dreamer, but proved on occasion to be a far-seeing statesman.
That this ability was recognized and made use of by the people
is apparent, when we consider that almost every policy which
proved of lasting benefit to our country was carried through
by Southern men, and that out of the seventy-two years
which elapsed between the close of the Revolution and the
beginning of the Civil war fifty were passed under presidents
who came from Southern states.

The close of the war left our people face to face with a
tremendous problem. Their farms had been devastated,
their credit was gone; their slaves set free, and the govern-
ment of their once proud commonweafth committed to the
freedman and carpet-bagger to be plundered at their will.
But out of the ruin and desolation which everywhere con-
fronted them, the survivors of the war nerved themselves
to the task of rebuilding their fallen fortunes, and if they
are remembered for their bravery amid the smoke and din
of battle, they should much more be remembered for their
courage in enduring the hardships of defeat. The indomitable
spirit of freedom which led on the soldiers of the South in time
of war and enabled them to pass through the fiery trials
of the Reconstruction, lives today in the hearts of their
descendants.

But, whatever may be thought of the old southern life,
as compared with the new, however extravagant the claims
made for the former by those who cannot forget, it must
be admitted that the men and women who faced the tre-
mendous issues of the Civil war and bore so grandly the bur-
dens that followed it, were a product of which any civiliza-
tion might well be proud. 'No other people," says

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a recent writer, "ever entered upon a war in which
a prudent estimate of its chances, offered so Httle
hope of success. Without army or navy, with no mihtary
equipment except the brave hearts and strong hands
of her citizens, dependent largely on other sections for her
food supplies, and everywhere confronted by the danger
of servile insurrection, the Old South practically met the world
and its resources in a four-years' conflict, which more and
more, as her part in it is studied, commands the wonder and
admiration of the world."

To pay this tribute to the past is not to discount or to
despair of the future. There is a new, and it is no disloyalty
to the Old, to say a better South; but it is new only as it has
reahzed upon the investment of the past, and better only
as it has shared in the progress which has made the whole
country better now than it was fifty years ago.

Therefore, we have good reason to assert that for all
the essentials of true civilization, a large and liberal view
of education and its uses, a lofty idea of the public service,
a keen sense of personal honor, a chivalrous respect for women,
a jealous guardianship of the purity of the home and the
fireside, a simple reverence for the Word of God, and a passion-
ate love of liberty, the New South is, in a peculiar sense, debtor
to the Old.

"INDEBTEDNESS OF THE NATION TO MR. CLEVELAND."

In 1884, for the first time in a generation, a Democratic
candidate was elected to fill the chief executive chair of the
United States. Grover Cleveland, the man whom the Nation
saw fit to honor, had distinguished himself by the ability,
integrity and success of his administrations as Mayor of
Buffalo, and Governor of New York. As a lawyer he held
high rank on account of the simplicity and directness of his
logic, his power of expression, and his complete mastery
of his cases. In his public career he was straightforward
and honest, the difference between his opinions and those
of some of his party alone giving excuse for criticism.

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Eight years after his first inauguration, he was again
chosen chief magistrate of the Nation. His first adminis-
tration was one of almost uninterrupted quiet, as no mo-
mentous questions disturbed the pubKc; but in sharp con-
trast is his second, in which the country was agitated by grave
and important issues which cried for early settlement. The
manner in which Mr. Cleveland settled some of these has been
severely criticised. My belief that a love of fairness still
abides with our people leads me to attempt a discussion of
several of these events to show how greatly Grover Cleveland
served his country m his treatment of them.

Soon after Mr. Cleveland entered upon his second ad-
ministration, the country was ravaged by a long and distressing
financial panic. It has been said that this panic was caused
by Mr. Cleveland's mismanagement of national affairs. Such
was not the case. This state of affairs was the
result of an act of Congress, known as the Sherman
Act, passed in the previous administration, requiring
the Secretary of the Treasury to purchase a specified
amount of silver bullion, and to issue United States
notes in payment, redeemable in either gold or silver coin,
and these notes were to be legal tender in all debts, public
or private, except where otherwise stipulated in contract.
It further stated the government's determination to keep
gold and silver on a parity, and gave the Secretary of the
Treasury authority to redeem the notes in gold or silver
at his discretion. The Act amounted to a declaration for
the free coinage of silver since the amount purchased was
the average production of our mines. Knowing this, spec-
ulators attempted to raise its value, and though they succeeded,
the rise was spasmodic. In a short time silver had sunk
to an even lower value than before. The country was flooded
with silver; capitalists began to doubt the nation's ability
to fix the value of its fiat. They made haste to exchange
their silver for gold, thus creating a run upon the treasury,
which made the issue of bonds necessary.

Foreign investors followed their lead. The result was

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inevitable; there followed a season of severe financial depression,
which distressed all classes of our people.

Mr. Cleveland, and many other prominent men of the na-
tion, as well as the Democratic National Convention, be-
lieved that only the repeal of the Act would relieve the strain.
In accordance with this opinion, the President, in a special
message to Congress, recommended its repeal. It was re-
pealed, and with its repeal there arose such a storm of abuse,
invective, and criticism directed at the President as few
other of our public men have had to brave. For the rad-
ical wing of the Democratic party believed that the only way
in which finance could be again placed on a sound basis was
to permit the free and unlimited coinage of silver. They
disregarded the fact that such a course had always been fol-
lowed by disastrous results when pursued by other nations;
they ignored the fact that silver can be kept upon a parity
with gold only when silver is coined in quantities sufficient
for the ordinary needs of trade; that when silver is floated
in quantities greater than gold, the gold is placed completely
at its mercy and ultimately driven from the channels of
trade; and that when gold is driven from circulation, the nation
loses its financial standing.

The decision of the question concerned the individual
and national welfare. Mr. Cleveland had the foresight to
see the evils which would result from free coinage, and de
daring himsel, opposed to it, he placed himself in the ranks
of the opposition party. Many of his own party denounced
him as a traitor and an impostor. But the storm of adverse
feeling did not abash him; he never flinched from what he
conceived to be his duty to his countrj^ He met the issue
squarely and with characteristic boldness.

Now, years after, people can look calmly back and can
see that Mr. Cleveland took the right position. Men who
opposed him fiercely have seen their error, and have come
over to his way of thinking. They see from what a terrible
disaster Mr. Cleveland's indomitable will, unfliching courage
and remarkable foresight have saved the country.

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In the campaign of 1896, the leading issue was the free
coinage of silver. For a time it seemed as if Mr. Bryan, the
candidate representing the free silver faction, would be our
next President. But at the crucial moment the common
sense of the people reasserted itself, as it has ever done when
a measure involving our national life was to be finally settled.
Mr. Bryan was defeated and the question of free silver was
forever settled. In our last presidential election it was not
even mentioned in the platform of either party. Mr.
Cleveland has the pleasant reward of knowing that his
course was the right one; of seeing his views accepted and
adopted by the mass of our people; and of knowing that he
has not run the gamut of public disapproval in vain.

Mr. Cleveland possessed singular power and showed
great decision of character and courage in taking the initiative
in great and momentous questions. This is demonstrated
by the action which he took in settling the Chicago strike,
and the Venezuelan controversy.

In 1894, the employees of the Pullman Car Company,
Chicago, organized a strike, and in their violent efforts to
prevent the cars from running, they threatened great dam-
age and destruction of property in no way connected with
the Pullman works. John P. Atgeld, the Governor of Illi-
nois, was in sympathy with the strikers, and refused to take
any action to check their violence. President Cleveland,
taking upon himself the responsibility of restoring peace and
good order, sent troops to the scene, and by their presence
dispersed the strikers. A long and bitter attack was made
by Governor Atgeld upon the President; he contended that
the President had no constitutional authority to interfere, and
that, therefore, his act was illegal. The President contented
himself with the statement that the strikers were interfering
with the United States mails and retarding interstate commerce.
In that case, it was his bounden duty to interfere. His action
brought out the fact that our government is a strong one,
and that it will not suffer the petty quarrels of business men
to interfere with the national interests.

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Another of his official acts which has been both much
applauded and criticised, was the part he took in the settle-
ment of the Venezuelan boundary question.

Great Britian and Venezuela had been disputing over
the boundary of British Guiana for more than half a century.
As Venezuela had declared herself willing to submit the matter
to arbitration for settlement, and had invoked the good offices
of the United States, our government had, in a disinterested
way, sought to persuade Great Britian to arbitrate. But
England was willing to submit only a part of the disputed
territory to arbitration. In 1895, the affair seemed to be
approaching a crisis. Mr, Cleveland, therefore, determined
to make a more strenuous effort to effect a settlement and
in accordance with this purpose, he sent a message to our
minister in London to be communicated to the British Gov-
ernment. The message set forth clearly our position in re-
gard to the dispute. The chief conclusions reached therein
were, that the traditional and established policy of our gov
ernment is opposed to the forcible increase by any European
power of territorial possessions on this continent; that the
United States is bound to resist the enlargement of British
Guiana against the will of Venezuela; that considering the
disparity in the strength of Great Britian and Venezuela
the dispute between them can only be settled reasonably by
friendly and impartial arbitration; and that the resort to ar-
bitration is not satisfied if one of the powers draws an ar-
bitrary line through the disputed territory and refuses to sub-
mit the whole of the disputed claim to arbitration."

The British government denied the application of the
Monroe Doctrine "to the state of things in which we live
at the present day." It was then that Mr. Cleveland sent
his celebrated message to Congress and thereby plunged
the whole world into intense excitement. In the course
of the message he said that he regarded the Monroe Doctrine
"as important to our peace and safety as a nation," and that
"it was intended to apply to every stage of our national life,
and cannot become obselete while the republic endures;"

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that nothing remained but for us to accept the situation and
deal with it accordingly. He recommended to Congress
that a commission be appointed to investigate and deter-
mine the divisorj^ line, and that, should its report be accepted,
it should be the duty of the United States to uphold its de-
cision and resist the appropriation of any lands which we
had decided belonged to Venezuela. Congress acted promptly,
authorizing the appointment of the commission. If we are
to judge from the tone taken by English newspapers, it would
seem that war was imavoidable, but from subsequent events
it is clear that the English government had no such thoughts.
Diplomatic negotiations were continued, and in the end all
of the questions was submitted to arbitration. A treaty to
that effect was drawn up and ratified by both powers.

The Monroe Doctrine is respected by all the nations of
the globe, but if Mr. Cleveland had not asserted its right
so vigorously, would it occupy the place it now does?

The men who fight the physical battles of their country
are great, but greater are those who lead their country safely
through crises; those who serve their country in other capac-
ities and whom opposition or public disapproval fails to turn
■from the path of patriotic duty. We justly honor and revere
the memories of the heroes who have risked or sacrificed
their lives for their country, but they are not the only heroes.
The man, who, by sheer will-power and intellectual strength,
pilots the nation safely through the rough and storm-tossed
sea of national life is no less a hero. Both are necessary
to the life of a nation; the one to protect it from within, the
other from without. The nation is indebted to both ahke.

The leader of a people may not always enjoy the same
measure of glory and admiration that a great warrior does.
He may even lead his followers safely over a rough and per-
ilous way, and yet his ability remain unappreciated until
he is incapable of enjoying the fruits of his renown. Some
prejudice may blind the people to his worth when he most
needs their co-operation. But after Time has smoothed
away the rough edge of their dislike, they can see what a stay

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in time of trouble he has been. Mr. Cleveland has already
begun to be regarded as one of the great figures of American
history, and his name will go down with the certainty of fame
to future generations as one who has served his country, as
surely as those who have won its great military victories.

— L. C.

THE MURDER OF GEORGE CLINTON.

I was accustomed to spend my evenings, after office hours,
in the office of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, and chat
with a friend of mine who was a veteran in the service of these
well known detectives. His stories of his life as a detective
were interesting, and I was a good listener; so we became
the very best of friends. The man to whom I refer was
Richard A. Mallard, He had a keen, quick eye and was of
a nervous temperament. He saw and heard everything
that happened around him. This, I suppose, was from force
of habit. He was about sixty years of age, and in the very
best of health, robust and hearty. He no longer engaged
in the active business of chasing down criminals, but was
retained as an advisor.

One afternoon we were discussing the first years of his
life as a detective.

"Speaking of stumbling upon a reputation," he said,
'T remember it was about my fourth year as a detective
that I was sent down to Louisiana to run down a negro who
had a very disreputable character, and who was wanted
on the charge of stealing a very fine and valuable horse. Now,
running down horse thieves was nothing to me; I had been
successful in a number of cases like this, but it was there
that I stumbled upon the case that made my reputation."

Handing me a cigar and lighting one himself, he con-
tinued.

"Well, the horse had been stolen from a man near Baton
Rouge, and I learned that the negro had crossed the Mis-
sissippi at that place. I crossed the river and took up his
trail on the other side. I trailed him almost as far as Alex-

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andria, but he was always about two days ahead of me, still
riding the horse he had stolen.

"About thirty miles from Alexandria, I lost the trail,
and about ten miles further on I turned in at a farm house
and as night was coming, I asked permission to stay there
all night, which was granted. They were a very hospitable
people, and belonged to that class of people that were re-
fined and somewhat educated — a class that was limited in
that part of the country at that time. The family consisted
of four persons — Mr. and Mrs. Willoughby, Miss Maude Wil-
loughby, a very pretty young lady of about twenty-two
years of age, and Jack Willioughby, a strappng youth of
twenty. I noticed that Miss Willoughby seemed a little worried.
Her father said she was a little ill from a cold she had taken.
However, Jack was taunting her about the non-appearance
of her beau,' who ought to have been there a day or two
before. Then I knew what the trouble with her was.

"The next morning I was up early taking a walk around
the place before breakfast. On my return to the house, a
little negro boy who had gone for the calves, came running
toward the house, all out of breath and excitedly exclaiming:

" 'Marse Will'by! Marse Will'by!'

"Mr. Willoughby hurried out of the house to see what
was the trouble. 'What's the matter, Zeke?' he called.

" '0, Marse, Marse! Dead man down yonder,' cried
Zeke.

" 'Pshaw, Zeke, you've gone crazy,' said Mr. Willoughby.
'You know there's nobody dead down there.'

" 'No, I hain't, Marse,' replied Zeke, a little calmed.

" 'Well, where is he then?' asked Mr. Willoughby.

" 'He's down de road dar, by de new groun'.'

"By this time the whole family had come out to hear
Zeke's brief but startling piece of news.

" 'I wonder if anything could have happened to George!'
exclaimed Miss Willoughby, with fear in her voice.

"Her father told her she was foolish, and told Jack to
saddle the horses. Directly Jack led three horses around,

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and we went down to the scene of the discovery, leaving the
women very much upset and excited. Zeke led us about
a mile down the road, and pointed out a spot about a hundred
yards from us. Under no circumstances could we induce
him to go nearer. Sure enough about twenty yards from
the road we found the dead body of a man in an advanced
stage of decomposition. Mr. Willoughby and Jack both
identified the body as that of George Clinton, Miss Willoughby 's
lover. About ten steps from the body was the dead body
of a horse.

"Mr. Willoughby dispatched his son to summon the
neighbors and the coroner. That was about 7 o'clock. Jack
rode fast, and had some of the neighbors to help him as the
people there lived generally four or five miles apart. By 10
o'clock however, there were enough men gathered to form the
coroner's jury, which was immediately impaneled; so they set
to work. They looked around for signs, etc., but found noth-
ing except an orange, as there had been a heavy rain since
Clinton had been killed. The dead man had evidently been
robbed, as his pockets had been turned inside out, and there
was nothing of value left about him. The body was formally
ordered removed for burial, and the coroner's jury adjourned
to meet at Mr. Willoughby 's that afternoon.

"Before they adjourned, however, I asked permission
to take the orange and the bullet which had killed Clinton.
The bullet had gone through the right lung and had
been stopped by the dead man's coat. Opening his coat,
I had no trouble in finding the bullet, which I at once recog-
nized as the one used by the first models of the 38 cal, S. and
W. revolvers.

"The evidence brought out at the coroner's jury that
afternoon revealed the following facts: That Clinton had
no avowed enemies in the world; that he and a young lawyer
named Casswick were rivals for the hand of Miss Willoughby;
that Clinton had been the preferred man; that Casswick
had had some hot words with Clinton about a month before
the killing, and had said that he would win out yet; that

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Casswick had a 38 cal. S. and W., and had been seen in that
neighborhood about the time it was supposed Clinton was
killed. A pretty strong case, you see, especially as there
was no one else upon whom to lay the blame.

''Accordingly, the verdict of the coroner's jury was that
Clinton had met his death at the hands of Charles Casswick.
Casswick was immediately arrested and placed in jail to await
the action of the grand jury.

"Well, it looked to me that Casswick stood a mighty
good chance of not being the guilty man. In the first place,
Casswick would not have robbed Clinton, as the only motive
he could have had, had he done the work, would have been
revenge; second, from what I could learn of Casswick's char-
acter, he was not the man to stoop to such a low deed; third,
the man who killed Clinton also killed his horse, and did that
in order that he might escape before it was discovered that
Clinton was missing.

"Then I began to reason thus: 'This orange is a large
fine, sweet one, with skin of a peculiar yellow; grown in only
one place in the world, on one farm in Central California;
sold in New Orleans only; not likely to be many in this part
of the country; Clinton had come from New Orleans and must
have brought this orange, also others like it; whoever killed
Clinton took the rest, having accidently dropped this one.'

"Then I set out. The road for a few miles was without
one leading into it. But I finally came to where it forked,
and then I did not know which way to go. While pondering
which road to take, I noticed that the guide board had several
holes in it. I was very much gratified to find that the bullet
I had, just fit the holes in the guide board. I took this road
as the one most likely the villian had taken. I was confirmed
in my belief when, about a quarter of a mile further on, I
discovered some orange peel scattered along the road. On
examination of the peel I found that it was exactly like that
on the orange which I carried with me, and was dry, being
about two daj^s old, so I judged.

"Three or four miles further on I came upon a white

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man riding the very horse for which I was looking/Good
evening, my friend,' I said. 'Where did you get that horse?'

" 'I don't l^now tliat that is any of your d busi-
ness,' he rephed.

" 'Well, pard,' I said, 'may be you are right, but that
horse is stolen property, and I have papers to take him back
to his owner, and if j^ou don't tell me where you got him,
I'll have to arrest you for buying stolen property.'

"He talked freely enough, then and told me that he had
traded for the horse from a negro who lived about a mile
back in the woods. We went down there to see how long
he (the negro) had had the horse. We found that he had
traded for the horse with a negro who left there in the morn-
ing of the day before and who had stayed there the previous
night. The negro whom he described answered the descrip-
tion that I carried in my pocket.

"As we were leaving, I noticed some orange peel lying
about the doorsteps. I picked up a piece and on comparison,
I found that it exactly resembled the peel of the orange that
I had. I asked the negro where it came from, and was told
that the negro who had stayed there had given an orange
to one of the children. Therefore, I at once connected my
horse thief with the murderer of George Clinton.

"I gained the information from the negro that my horse
thief was making toward a logging camp about thirty miles
up the country, and about twenty miles from Natchitoches,
on the Red river. Though it was now dark and my horse, as
well as I was tired, I set out for the logging camp. After
traveling until about 4 o'clock the next morning I reached
the camp, tired and sleepy. I turned my horse loose to graze,
while I myself stretched out under the spreading branches
of an oak and went to sleep. When I awoke the sun was
a good way up. My horse was feeding about a hundred
yards off, so I caught him and tied him to a bush. Then
I went up to the camp. All the negroes were gone except
the cook, who was clearing away the breakfast. I got him
to give me someting to eat, for I was very hungry. While

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I was eating he took out a gold watch, and remarked that
it was 8 o'clock. I asked him to let me see the watch. I
then asked him how much he would take for it, as though
I wished to buy it. I began to examine the watch, and on
opening the back, I found engraved in it: To George Clinton
FROM M. W., Dec. 25, 18—.'

" 'Where did you get this watch?" I asked.

" 'I'se been had dat watch long time, boss. Bought
it in Naw 'leans two years ago,' he answered suspiciously

" You're a liar,' I replied. 'You got that watch from
a great big, black negro who wore a brown suit and a slouch
cap.' And then making a broad guess, 'And he stayed here
last night.'

" 'I reckon I did lie 'bout dat, boss. You'se correct.
But say, how did you know all dat; is you a mind reader?'
" 'Yes,' I said. 'Now tell me where he was going.'

" 'Well, boss, he's gotta 'nuncle lives 'bout fifteen miles
'bove here. He left 'bout a hour ago. Said he was goin'
dar.'

"I gave the cook $25.00 for the watch, and set out at
a pretty good gait in pursuit. I did not expect to overtake
him before he got to his uncle's, but I wanted to get him as
soon after he got there as possible. When I arrived there
a horse was hitched at the front gate. I got down and went
in, and on my knocking at the door, it was opened by a negro
woman. As it was opened, I saw the man I wanted inside.
I promptly threw my revolver upon him and then handcuffed
him. I found a 38 cal. S. and W. revolver and a small gold
locket with the picture of Miss Willoughby in it.

"I took him to Natchitoches and turned him over to
the sheriff. I stayed there a day and got some much needed
rest. A deputy sheriff and I carried him back to Alexandria,
and the same grand jury that indicted Casswick, indicted
this negro for the murder of George Clinton. At the trial
it was developed that this negro was seen passing that way
about the time Clinton was killed. But with this and my
evidence the jury failed to bring in a speedy verdict. While

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the jury was deliberating, however, the negro broke down
and confessed that he was the murderer of Chnton.

"He said that he overtook Chnton and attempted to
ride with him, but Chnton told him to ride either ahead or
behind. He dropped behind, and an insane desire possessed
him to kill Clinton. He then rode up behind him and shot
him. Then he dragged him, not yet dead, to the place where
we found him. Then he took the horse out there and cut
his throat with a knife."

— L., '07.

A PERSONAL ADVENTURE.

Tallahola swamp was very dense near my home, yet I
knew every part of it very well, since I had often gone hunting
in it, or had been sent by my father to feed his hogs that used
it as a pasture. Our house was in sight of a small creek which
emptied its water into Tallahola at a mile's distance from
our house. At the confluence of these two creeks, the swamp
was unusually dense. The hogs, finding this the best feeding
ground, were more easily collected here than elsewhere, so
it was at this place that I always called them to their feed.

One Saturday afternoon, as a drizzling rain was falling,
I took my gun, put on my rain coat, saddled my mule, and
started out to kill a turkey for my Sunday's dinner. It was
my intention to go to an old field higher up the creek, but
my father asked me to take some com and feed the hogs
on my way back. Accordingly, I swung a wallet of corn
across my mule's back and started in search of game. I
hitched my mule in the edge of the swamp, and proceeded
on foot to the place where I thought it would most likely be
found. The turkeys were there, and by creeping a hundred
yards, I was able to kill a fine young gobbler. I hastened
back to my mule with my game, and after tying it firmly
to my saddle, set out to feed the hogs.

Before I had gone far, I heard a cry unlike anything I
had ever heard before. It was far distant, and not thinking
that I would ever hear it again, and not dreaming that it

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meant danger, I continued on my way with a light heart.
I reached the confluence of the two creeks, called the hogs,
poured down the corn, and was sitting with one leg over the
pommel of my saddle, watching the hogs eat, when I heard
a rustling in the leaves. Before I could look around, my mule
gave a leap that caused me to lose my gun, and almost my
seat in the saddle. A shrill scream pierced the air. My mule
trembled under me, and clenching the saddle I glanced back,
and saw that it was a blood-thirsty panther upon my trail.
He was gainiig at every leap. I put spurs to my mule without
avail. He had only a few yards more to gain. My gun was
gone; I had no protection. He was almost at my mule's
heels. My empty wallet dropped. What a blessing! He
stopped short, pounced upon it as if it were the choicest prey
and tore it into shreds.

By this time I had gained several yards. He screamed
more fiercely than ever. His leaps seemed longer and quicker
than before. I pulled off my rain-coat to give him when
he came up with me again. But before he had gained the
distance he had lost, I had emerged from the swamp, and
he dared not approach the house. Though it was the wounded
game that he was after, I had not thought of my turkey during
the entire race, not did I think of it until my father rebuked
me for being so foolish as to risk my life to save my game.

— C. H. K.

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

Vol. 8. Jackson, Miss., Jantjaryt J 906. No. .3

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College.
J. A. Baker .Editor-in-Chie

W. A. Williams - Associate Editor

R. B. Carr Local Editor

Frances Park Literary Editor

E. C. McGiLVRAY Alumni Editor

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J. C. Neill, J. C. RoussEAUX Assistant Business Managers

Remittances and business communications should be sent to L. E. Price,

Business Manager. Matter intended for publication should be

sent to J. A. Baker, Editor-in-Chief.

Issued the 1st of Each Month During the College Year.

Subscription, Per Annum, $L00 Two Copies, $L50 Per Annum

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"Know thy opportunity, and let no mo-
OPPORTUNITY. tive or thought make you swerve from
that duty." It has been said, and I think
truly, too, that opportunity knocks at every man's door.
Whether we take advantage of it at the time or not is due
mainly in what respect we may regard it. Should we be
disposed to think seriously over it, and have determina-
tion, we would more than likely take a thorough hold of it.
We often hear men lament their ill luck; tell how for-
tune's wheel never turns to them. Yet these very people,
nine out of ten, do nothing to add to their happiness or pros-
perity. They are the first, however, to give advice, and will
not fail to tell you how well they profited by the same. It
is not well to take such advice, but it is well that you think
seriously over their conditions, and form your own conclus-
ion as to the cause. They are unfortunate in that they lack
mental and moral perseverance, and have no stability.

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But especially is this noticeable in large gatherings, where
they are thrown together for any length of time, and have
a common cause or end in view. Take, for instance, our
legislators, who assemble for the express purpose of making
laws and repealing those that are ineffective or bad. A large
number or majority of these men are careless or utterly in-
different to their respective duties, throwing the weight and
responsibility of legislation on the minority. Yet we do not
have to go there to find that class, but in looking over any
student body we find boys careless as to their conduct, and
entirely without moral and mental understanding, shirking
their duty to satisfy some baser passion for pleasure or gain,
and their evil influence may be great. I have known
of some instances where the loving mother or father
had worked hard, and denied themselves in order
to give their sons the advantages of a collegiate training, and
the boys would squander their money foolishly and spend
their time in idleness. There is no hope in this world, or the
world to come, for such gross ingratitude.

The greatest opportunity which presents itsel, to the
American people is that of education. Without this accom-
plishment the average man is forced to rely upon a very lim-
ited sphere of work for subsistence. At the present time,
education is offered to all ahke, and is denied to none. The
poor and the rich, the influential and the non-influential
mingle together to form one grand unity. There are only
a few, who by circumstances and providential hindrances,
are denied this field of training; yet in many cases they are
richly endowed with other faculties to compensate for their
lack of this broader training. Yet there are many men, some
who have come into national prominence by sheer strength
and force of will power, who discredit educational training.
The simpler of this class, with conscious pride, tell you that
education ruins the average boy by instilhng in his mind a
dissatisfaction with existing conditions. But is that not es-
sential to this age of progress? Can a highly organized gov-
ernment, where the doctrine of democracy is taught and prac-

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ticed, progress without change? It is not only a principle
of Sociology, but also of Psychology, that the young men
are radical in their views while the older men are more
conservative.

When you miss this opportunity to acquire an educa-
tion, you are unprepared to cope successfully with the world
in obtaining distinction or reward. But how unfortunate
are those who pretend to use their opportunities and appear
to take an education, when in truth, they are only impos-
itors, sailing under false colors. Have they a right to enjoy
the rewards of the faithful? They may bluff their way for
awhile, but sooner or later they will be found out, and great
will be their fall.

It is not likely that opportunities come to all in the same
form or at the same time, but it is true that the opportunity
of your life will come to you sooner or later. If you are not
prepared to cope with it, you are the loser, and no exertion
on your part will ever compensate fully for the loss you have
sustained. But some may ask, "What is opportunity? and
this question is not to be despised, for there are many views
and explanations. To a great extent, you must make your
own opportunities by hard work and a close and appreciative
understanding of the nature of the work.

Success is a development of opportunity, and to attain
success, you must apply yourself diligently and conscientiously
to the task set before you.

What should a college magazine publish?

This is a question hard for the editor to an-

Contributions. swer, or one he does not like to answer. He

knows what he would like to publish, but he

also knows that it is next to impossible for him

to secure the coveted articles. It is not that there are not

good writers on the different subjects we would like to secure,

but there is a marked tendency for them to put you off by

saying they will do what they can to help you. But when

the time comes for you to receive the contributions, they will

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tell you they didn't have time to write, or they couldn't do
the subject justice.

If this is the case with other editors, I can heartily sym-
pathize with them, and am in no position to pose as a critic.
But I would be glad to see in the magazines more essays,
poems, articles on current topics, short college stories, and
a less number of sentimental love stories. If the student
looked at the matter as they should, understand that they
are improving their knowledge and efficiency as a student
and writer, they would be more desirous of obtaining a few
pages in the magazine. But unfortunately, they do not
care to exert themselves, and consequently they are not aware
of their power. The students in History, Sociology and
Economy, and other sciences are better able to produce a
true, if not an exhaustive treatise on these subjects. And
such questions, when justly handled, are of interest to col-
lege students as well as to the outer world. There is no better
way of mastering a subject than to write on it. Points that
seemed to you at first of little moment, may be of great im-
port, for it is of small things that great things are accom-
plished.

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Dr. Murrah — Mr. McKee, what is an affirmative propo-
sition?

McKee — (Junior Logic) — One that affirms.

Rev. Mr. Whitt, of the Mississippi Conference, conducted
chapel services Jan. 4.

Dr. J. M. Sullivan attended the meeting of the Southern
Scientific Association in New Orleans December 30.

Judge J. A. P. Campbell will address the Galloway Lit-
erary Society on the occasion of its anniversary.

The Sophomore class held its election the latter part
of December. The officers are: J. C. Rousseaux, President;
J. L. Sumrall, Vice President; H. F. Magee, Treasurer; L. B.

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Robinson, Jr., Secretary; W. F. Murrah, Historian; R. A.
Tribble, Poet; W. S. Ridgway, Janitor.

L. Q. C. Williams, of Leaksville, a former student of Mill-
saps, was married Dec. 28, 1905, to Miss Josie McDonald,
of Beech Springs. Mr. Williams was a member of the class
of '05.

Rev. W. D. Weatherford, of Atlanta, Ga., Traveling Sec-
retary of the Young Men's Christian Association, addressed
the student body in he Y. M, C. A. hall on the night of De-
cember 11. Mr. Weatherford also led the devotional exer-
cises the following mornmg.

The subject for the debate, which will take place Com-
mencement, between representatives of the two literary
societies is: "Resolved, that the present position of the
United States as a world power demands a larger navy on our
part."

The Athletic Association met in Dr. Kern's lecture room
December 11. The new constitution, drawn by Dr. Kern,
Mr. McGilvary and Mr. Murrah was read and adopted. Mr,
O. P. Adams was elected Vice President of the Association.
Messrs. Collins and Kirkland were appointed to select basket
ball teams.

The result of the election of Senior class officers is as fol-
lows: E. C. McGilvary, President; Miss Park, Vice Pres-
ident; H. E. Brister, Secretary; J. E. Heidelberg, Treasurer;
L. E. Price, Historian; J. A. Baker, Prophet; E. G. Mohler,
Poet.

The business manager of the Bobashela announces that
the Annual for the year will contain 160 pages, 8x10 of assorted
paper. Bound the square way, with black flexible Litho
Linen leather. The title an Indian head to be stamped in
white on outside of cover. To be dehvered May 15. Price
$2.00 per copy.

On Thursday morning before the Christmas holidays
the foot-ball squad presented Dr. Kern, the coach, with a
handsome oak, upholstered office chair. It was quite a sur-
prise to the student body and faculty, especially to Dr.

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Kern. Professor Walmsley had been asked to make the pre-
sentation. In a few simple and chosen words he presented
it to the doctor, and amid much applause, Dr. Kern arose
and in a most graceful manner, replied to the presentation,
heartily thanking the team for their kindness, and assuring
them it was not he but the team that deserved the credit.

The officers of the Lamar Society for the second term
have been elected: W. A. Williams, President; J. B. Ricketts,
Vice President; McGahay, Secretary; J. W. Frost, Critic;
W. S. Ridgeway, Treasurer; Bowman, Censor.

Quite a treat was in store for the boys who remained
in Jackson during the Christmas holidays. On the evening
of December 25, the co-eds, assisted by Miss Robertson, the
Librarian, gave a reception in their honor. The pleasures of
the evening were added to by the sweet music rendered by
Mrs. Dr. Hutton and Mrs. J. E. Walmsley. Delightful re-
freshments were served, consisting of fruit, nuts, hot choc-
olate and cake.

The Galloway Literary Society has challenged the Lamar
Society for a public debate, to take place on the night of
February 17. The question and the judges are to be selected
by the debaters. The Galloway debaters are E. C. McGilvary
and R. E. Jackson. The Lamar: J. B. Ricketts and Jeff Col-
lins. Orator J. C. Rousseaux of the Galloway Society.

The Mississippi Historical Society convened in Jackson
Thursday and Friday, December 4 and 5, 1905. Dr. Bev-
erly W. Bond, of the University, was the guest of Dr. Kern
Dr. Bond read a very interesting paper before the Society
on "Monroe's Services in Securing Navigation of the Mississippi."
Prof. J. E. Walmsley also read a paper upon "The Campaign of
1844 in Mississippi."

In addition to magazines in the Reading Room last year,
the following have been added by the Librarian this year:
The Classical Reviews, The Clarion Ledger, Current Liter-
ature, the Independent, Cosmopolitan, Journal of Geology,
The Classical Journal, Berhner Illustrate Zeitung, and L'Echo
de deux Monde. Mr. J. B. Ricketts, '05, has presented Mc-

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Clure's Mr. S. M. Graham, '05; The Nation; Dr. J. M. Sulli-
van, Science; Rev. W. L. Duren, The North American Review.
The Seniors class, Popular Astronomy; and Professor Walmsley
has given the Daily Evening News, The National Geographic
Magazine and the American Historical Review. Besides
these periodicals contributions have been made by Messrs.
J. E. Carruth, J. W. McGee, M. S. Pittman, L. F. Barrier,
A. P. Hand, and J. S. Purcell, of the class of '05 Dr. C. H.
Kenney, of Oxford, England; and Rev. M. M. Black, of the
Mississippi Conference. Mr. J. L. Neill, 1906, has com-
pleted the set of publications of the Mississippi Historical
Society, and Miss Frances Park, 1906, has completed the
set of Jane Austin's works. The most noticeable addition
to the Library is the Everly Shakespeare and the portfolio
of Shakespeare prints; but new volumes have been added
in every department of college work.

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THE MAN ON THE BOX.

By Harold MacGrath. Dramatized by Grace L. Farniss.

"The Man on the Box" met with success at the Madison
Square in New York. Aside from the merits of the book'
this is at least a proof of its popularity.

The story is well adapted for the footlights both in plot
and action. The author even gives us the Dramatic Personae
as if we were really to see this "little comedy-drama," as it
is called in the opening pages.

Time — Within the past ten years. Scene — Washington,
D. C, and its environs.

A dialogue forms the greater part of one chapter, and
others would give the playwright no great amount of revision.
The hero, Robert Warburton, is an army officer with the fever
of adventure in his vems. After several months in Europe,
he returns to W^ashington, and it is on the home-bound ship
that he meets the principal "Dramatis Personae" — the heroine,
Miss Betty Annesley, her father Col. Annesley, retired from

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the army, and the viillan, Count Karloff, a Russian diplomat.

Arriving in the capital city, Warburton receives a cordial
welcome from his brother, of the War Department, and his,
sister. That night there is a ball at the British embassey
but instead of attending he freakishly exchanges places with
his brother's groom — a "lark" which costs him more than
the immediate loss of his beard.

Unluckily (?) he gets the wrong carriage number, and
being unacquainted with the city, is arrested for fast driving,
to find that he has been on the box of Miss Annesley's car-
riage. She will accept no explanation, and under the as-
sumed name of James Osborne, he is tried in the police court.
Secretly Miss Annesley pays the fine, and being in need of
a groom, employs "James."

Desperately in love, and declaring to his best friend
(who tells the story in the first person) that he must have
change and adventure, "The Man on the Box" begins his
service.

Betty, who recognizes him from the first, puts him to
numerous tests — making him serve as butler, and humil-
iates him without mercy when he forgets for the moment
that he is "only a jehu."

The climax is reached in the final interview between
Colonel Annesley and Count Karloff, when the former, first
entrapped at Monte Carlo, has drawn up a map of the coast
defenses of the United States to give in exchange for the
redemption of his estate by the Russian diplomat. It is
then that we see Betty's true nature in her self-sacrificing
loyalty to her father as she begs that he allow her to earn
bread for them both by her violin, rather than compromise
with the desperate Count. Before any of the tragic group
could recover their surprise at the entrance of the groom,
M'Sieu Zhames had picked up the packet of plans and dropped
it in the fire. Having come into the house the day before
for a book on veterinary surgery, he accidentally saw the
plan, and his duty as a former soldier told him to destroy it.

Through the agency of his friend, Warburton redeemed

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the Annesley estate, and soon became both master of the
fine stables and fiance of the lady whom he had served.

We laugh at the idea of Warburton's secret being kept
so long, when his sister and Miss Annesley are such frequent
visitors. Yet inconsistences are in a large measure overlooked
in our sympathy for "the jehu's" trials and humiliations,
and our admiration of his mettle as expressed by the author's
quotation on the title page:

"He either fears his fate too much,

Or his deserts are small.
Who dares not not put it to the touch,
To win or lose it all."

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W. A. WILLIAMS.

The Nov.-Dec. issue of the Whitworth Clionian comes
up to its usual standard. The covering, type, grade of paper,
all the mechanical features reflect credit upon the manage-
ment. "Sophomores at Home" is an interesting story very
cleverly told. The plan which Dolly Maynard is made to adopt
to cool the ardor of St. Clair's attachment for her sister is
ingenious. In her personation of the illiterate old grand-
mother a critical reader might, in points where the type of
the ilhterate, garrulous old woman is perhaps overdrawn,
detect, beneath the mask, the school girl in imita-
tion. But the personation, on the whole, is good
and the story is above the average. "The Relation
Between the Novel and Politics" is a well written
article in which the writer discusses the importance
of the novel as an agent in social and political reforms.
The discussion is good and convinces one that the poUtical
novel in America, already important, will become much more
powerful. While the editorials are well written we regret
to see a tendency to discuss world events. The great papers
and magazines of the country are able to treat of the affairs

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of nations so much more intelligently than the college editor
that we are convinced that the province of the college editor
is in those things connected with college life.

The Mississippi College Magazine is rather late in its first
issue but compensates, to some extent, for its tardiness, in
both the quality and quantity of its work. "The Contest
of Rumford and Sandridge" is the most literary production
of this issue. The style is unique and appears to be that
of an experienced rather than an amateur writer. In "The
Elevating Influences of Pure Ideals," the writer hfts one above
the sordid atmosphere of grosser things into the realm of the
ideal. He shows in a clear, forcible style that pure ideals
do have a strong elevating influence, and the speech itself
is calculated to have a wholesome effect. As a contribution
to the magazine it is an excellent article; as an oration, how-
ever, it merits the criticism that in places it approaches a
sermon more closely than an oration. The editorials are
well written, in fact all the departments are creditable. The
Alumni Department especially shows signs of work; it is not
surpassed by the same department of any of our exchanges.
The one story the magazine contains is its weakest point.
The plot is unreasonable, and the writer makes the mistake
of attempting to handle the love problem — a prodigious
task for any young writer, and which seems utterly beyond
the power of this one. Had the writer directed his talents
towards a different type of story his efforts would probably
have met with better success.

The Blue Mountain College Magazine is rather a disappoint-
ment. It seems that a school with the prestige that Blue Mount-
ain has ought to give us more than twenty-two pages of reading
matter, especially when four pages of the twenty-two are
taken from the Cosmopolitan. The departments are not
up to the standard, and the articles contributed by the stu-
dents are not above the average. "Grandmother's Story"
is fairly well told, and the outcome of grandmother's love

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affair is pleasingly revealed; too many subjects, however,
are discussed which are unnecessary. The literary society,
for instance, had no connection with the story. The "Life
of a College Girl," while an old subject, is well written. While
there is no original poetry, that which is selected is proof
of good taste, and the joke department promises to be good.
The inexperienced editors were doubtless at a great disad-
vantage in their first issue, and we expect an improvement
in the next.

The most striking feature of the Spectator is the college
spirit which is manifested throughout its pages. The editor
announces that it is the purpose of the editors to make the
magazine larger and better, and class yells and society songs
abound. After reading the announcement of the editor,
however, the magazine is hardly so good as one would expect.
Some of the departments are good, some otherwise. The
local and alumnae editors make a good showing for those
departments, but the Athletic department might well be im-
proved and surely the exchange department, with two editors,
ought to be able to devote more than half a page to the crit-
icism of our magazines. The magazine would be improved,
too, if more of the contributed articles treated of live subjects.
Too many of them resemble class papers.

«;..,

The December number of the University of Mississippi
Magazine, with the possible exception of the Emory Phoenix,
surpasses any we have received. The departments are well
gotten up, the editorials are unusually well written, and the
magazine is well balanced. Especially is this issue to
be commended for the quality of its verse. "Some
Rubaiyat of Campus Life" is excellent because of its
humor, and its imitation of the style of Rubaiyat. "Only
One," though verse of a different kind, is none the less deserv-
ing of praise. It is not only rhyme but poetry. The char-
acter sketches are good and the stories are far above the

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average. "The Mystery Solved" is an admirable imitation
of Poe, both in style and plot.

Latin in the study haU

I pluck you out of my studies;

I hold you here, hard and tight in my hand;

Horrid Latin! But if I could understand
What you are, rules and all, and all in all,
I should know what joy in a "pass" is. — Ex.

As a maid so nice.

With steps precise,

Tripped o'er the ice.
She slipped — her care in vain;

And at her fall.

With usual gall

The school-boys call:
"The first down — two feet to gain."

-Helios.

"I'll cast my bread upon the waters," said the young wife.
"Have you no feeling for the poor fish?" chuckled the
brutal husband. — Ex.

Professor in Latin — "Caesar si dicat an der cur, egessi
lictiem."

Student's translation — "Caesar sicked the cat on the
cur, and I guess he licked him." — Ex.

"I trust, Miss Brown, that we shall become better ac-
quainted. May I be permitted to call?"

"'Why, yes, Mr Green," she replied; "you may come up
tonight. I won't have anything on."

He told me afterwards that either he must have mis-
understood, or she changed her mind later. — Ex.

Albertson — Eugenia says I'm the apple of her eye.

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Upchurch — Tell Eugenia if she ain't careful such green
fruit will make her sick. — Gamilacad.

"I'll try to steal her heart," quoth he,

"And win her sweetest smile."
"I'll try to steel my heart," said she,
"Against love's subtle wiles."
So both in steel began to deal,

And as you may opine.
Love soon declared a dividend
And started a combine. — Ex.

A young Freshman bought some Pajamas
Made from the wool of the Llamas,

They fit him so bad,

That it really was sad,
And the folks all thought they were Mama's. — Ex.

A Question.

(an imitation of SWINBURNE.)

If life were always play time.
And skies were always blue,
If flowers were ever springing,
And birds were ever singing,
If all the year were May-time,
I'd spend my life with you.

We'd roam the distant far lands,

And sail the sun-lit seas;
We'd revel in the moonlight,
And dream away the noon bright.
We'd wreathe our brows with garlands.

And drink life to the lees.

But play lasts not forever;

Blue skies must change to gray,
Bright flowers soon must shatter,

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Sweet birds must cease their chatter,
And youth gone, comes back never.
No heart is always gay.

When faded are the roses,
V When dimmed the eyes of blue.
When white the golden sprinkles.
When alabaster wrinkles.
When soul to soul discloses.
Will soul to soul be true?

— The Green and Gold.

We gratefully acknowledge the receipt of the following
December magazines: Emory Phoenix, Castle Heights Her-
ald, The Olive and Blue, The Reveille, Blue Mountain College
Magazine, The Academy Girl, Mississippi College Magazine,
The Spectator, Monroe College Monthly, The Randolph-
Macon Monthly, The Review and Bulletin, The Colleg Re-
flector, The Tattler, Ouachita Ripples, The Andrew College
Journal, The High School Banner, The Columbia Collegian,
The Hillman Lesbidelian, The Whitworth Clionian, Univer-
sity of Mississippi Magazine.

X ALUMNI DEPARTMENT. t

± ±

G. C. MCGILVAY.

^f In the first issue of the Collegian, there was an appeal
to Alumni of Millsaps to send in information as to their where-
abouts, but it seems that they have forgotten, or that they
are so busy with their present vocations that they have ig-
nored the troubles of the Alunrni editor. I think these men
some of whom have had experience along this line, should
do all in their power to relieve the embarrassment into which
the editor is about to enter. So he would appreciate any
and all information sent to him concerning the Alumni of Mill-
saps College.

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN 39

Among the Alumni who visited the college since the
last issue are: S. M. Graham, principal of Gloster High
School. J. E, Carruth, principal of the Leakesville High
School. Dr. Walter Merritt, of Vanderbilt. M. C. Henry,
of Tulane; 0. W. and T. M. Bradley and J. S. Purcell, who
were on their way to enter the Theological department of
Vanderbilt.

Rev. J. M. Lewis, 1904, decidmg that he had lived in
this world long enough in single blessedness, has taken unto
himself a better half. On December 27, he and Miss Rhodes
were unitd in the holy bonds of matrimony. We extend
our most hearty congratulations and wish them a happy
life. They will make Oakridge their home, where he is pastor
of the first church.

B. Z. Welch, '04, who is now taking his third year in
medicine at the Menjphis Medical College, stopped over only a
short time while en route home to spend the hohdays. From
what we can learn, "Buzz" is making a fine record.

C. M. Simpson, '02, has finished his B. D. degree and is
now taking his M. A. degree at Vanderbilt. We feel sure
that Claude will make a success, as he was never known to
fail in anything that he undertook.

Dr. Walter Merritt will finish his M. D. degree at Van-
derbilt this year. Walter is an all round man, and we feel
sure that he will make a fine record in his chosen profession.

E. B. Allen, '05, and his charming wife, spent Christmas
holidays in Jackson. Allen is principal of the Auburn High
School.

A. S. Cameron, '03, will finish his Theological course
at Vanderbilt this year.

We make another appeal to the Alumni to aid us in our
work, and in this way make this department what it should
be. Do not hesitate to let us know where you are and what
you are doing. Write immediately as to your whereabouts,
and rest assured that it will be very much appreciated.

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VoL 8. Jackson, Miss., February , 1906. No. 4.

THE B E B'S LUCK.

The sun was sinking low in the west, painting the sky
a beautiful pink. A partridge called from the edge of a wooded
hill to its mate in the briar-thicket on the creek bank. A
horseman was riding rapidly along the old river road between
Natchez and Vicksburg. His mount was a large sorrel, which,
though not at all pretty, carried his master easily and swiftly
along the road.

The rider himself was tall, with broad shoulders sur-
mounted by a frank and open face, one look into which con-
vinced one that his was a strong and admirable character.
He rode with the easy and natural grace of an accomplished
horseman, his head now bent forward, apparently lost in
thought.

Ben Morris, for such was his name, had entered the great
struggle between North and South at the beginning of the con-
test. He now belonged to General Forrest's little band of
rushing fighters where he had earned a reputation as a faithful
and daring soldier. To this reputation he owed his present
important and dangerous mission — to deliver messages to
the commander at Vicksburg with the Union lines drawn close
about the city.

Misinformed as to the position of a Federal camp, he had
all but ridden into it before discovered. He escaped capture
but not pursuit. All afternoon some ten or more Yankees
had been following hot upon his trail. Every trick to throw
them off had failed. In his endeavor to shake them off he

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had been able to face again towards Vicksburg. Evening
found both horse and rider almost exhausted, but the now
gathering night would make it easier to outwit his foes.

As he rode towards the willow-lined bank of a creek, he
saw some one move into a clump just ahead.

"Halt there! Hands up!" he cried, grasping his rifle.

"Come out here," he ordered. The growing dusk made
close observation almost impossible at that distance.

"Lawd, Marster, I thought shore one ob dem Yanks had
meh. I sho' did," said the man, an old negro, low and bent,
whose white beard scantily covered his time-seamed face.
Evidently he was very glad that it was no "Yank" who hailed
him.

"Well, Uncle, you don't like them, eh?" Morris asked.

"Naw, suh, dat I dont. Dey done took a'mos' ebery-
ting dat we done had," answered the old man. After viewing
him for a moment, Morris asked, "Uncle, do you know where
I can put up for the night? I have been riding all day and
my horse needs rest. Don't j^ou, old fellow?" leaning forward
to pat his horse as he spoke.

The slave stood for a moment before speaking, and then
his manner was that of one speaking to himself rather than
to another: "I mought, I reckon I mought. I know jis
what Miss Mary'd say, but I tell yo', Masrter, 'taint lak it uster
be. Dat it ani't, an' I'se mos' 'shamed ter take anybody up
dar now, but Nance an' me, we dus de bes' we kin ter take keer
ob Miss Mary."

As he ceased speaking the old negro turned off into an
obscure path which led into the wood and they began to ascend
a gently sloping hill. They soon passed over the brow of the
hill and out of the woods. They could see in the distance the
twinkling of a light. A little while later they came to a spacious
barn, where Uncle Ned offered to put Morris' horse, but Morris
said that he would rather tie him out, away from the house.
His quick eye took in the whole of his surroundings — a large
silent house, with only one light to be seen; a yard full of un-
kept shrubbery, surrounded by a dilapidated picket fence;

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here and there a great oak with wide-spread branches; the large
gloomy barn and behind it a large grove; the deserted quarters
where no light shone, no song, accompanied by the banjo or
guitar, swelled on the breeze.

After hitching his horse, the slave showed Morris into the
house. He passed through the hall, where hung some bat-
tered pictures, and in which there were a few pieces of fine
furniture now battered and bruised by rough usage in freqeunt
raids of the Federals. Before a door they paused and Uncle
Ned knocked. At once a cheery voice told him to enter.
Cap in hand, they went in.

Before a cozy fire stood a young woman. She seemed
surprised when she saw behind the negro, a stranger. But
Uncle Ned said, "Mis Mary, here am one ob ouah boys whut
wants to stay heah ternight." Mary (as we shall now call her)
came forward and greeted him with a smile and words of wel-
come. "I am glad to do anything for one of the boys in gray,"
she told him. After introducing himself and apologizing
pleasantly for his intrusion, he added, "But since I must stop
somewhere, I thank the gods for sending me to the goddess."

They sat and talked for a while and became acquainted.
Morris gave her a brief history of himself and she told that
she had a brother fighting for the Southern cause, she had no
parents but lived here with the two faithful darkies to take
care of her. She soon found that he had no supper and called
to Aunt Nancy to fix him something. They whiled the time
away pleasantly enough till Aunt Nancy announced that
Morris' supper was ready. He sat down before a humble
table which, however, needed no apologies, for then the wealth-
iest could only spread a common table.

As they sat there eating, a loud knock was heard at the
front door. They listened intently and heard the clank of
steel in the yard. Morris held up his hand and whispered,
"Yankees! Where can I hide? I must not be caught!"
Before he had finished, Mary was up and beckoning him to
follow her. She led him to the kitchen stairs and up into a
small unused bedroom.

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"Be quiet, and I will see if I cannot send them away,"
she told him and was gone.

Morris began to fortify himself. He rolled the bed up
against the door and took his stand near the wall opposite,
a revolver in each hand. As he stood there a sudden thought
seemed to strike him. He quickly took some papers from his
inside pockets, looked searchingly about the room, then stepped
silently to the fireplace and thrust them underneath the small
heap of ashes. He could hear the loud tramp and the clank
of spurs below and occasionally a gruff voice. He feared that
they might not treat his hostess with due respect but he was
unable to do anything. Duty conflicted with chivalry and was
triumphant.

Someone began to ascend the stairs, and he could hear
Uncle Ned's excited voice saying that no one was up there.
But the steps came nearer. They paused before the door,
someone tried the knob, and a gruff voice called out, "Hey!
you in there, do you surrender? You're caught!" Morris
made no reply. Then, "Here, boys!" and feet came running
heavily up the stairs, and a number of voices asked, "Where
is he?" They too tried the door and after failing to unlatch
it, they rushed at it with the intention of breaking it in. After
several attempts it began to give. A panel fell clattering to
the floor. There was now an opening and Morris spoke.

"Look out, boys," said he, "I will shoot the next man that
moves toward that door."

They all, with one consent, rushed forward. Morris'
revolvers spoke for him this time. One of the foremost men
reeled and fell. The others rushed against the door and it
burst open. Again Morris spoke through his weapons, but
one of the Federals saw him silhouetted against a window,
and another report echoed through the house. Morris fefl,
face downward, a great bleeding hole in his breast. The
soldiers searched him but found nothing. A close search of
the room revealed nothing. They then went down, bearing
a dead comrade and their unconscious foe. As they came into
the kitchen they were met by Mary. She was pale and agitated.

THE MILLSAPS CEOLLGIAN 9

When she saw them with Morris in their arms, she seemed to
become very angry. Her blue eyes shot fire and she cried:

"You are a set of cowards! All of you against one man
and then you kill him! Shame on you!"

She told them to leave him there, saying that she wished
Morris had killed all of them. They placed Morris upon a
bed and retreated precipitately from the house. A woman's
wrath abashed them.

After the soldiers left, Mary sent Uncle Ned for a doctor
and she and Aunt Nancy staunched the wound and dressed
it. Before the doctor arrived, Morris regained consciousness.
He called Mary and asked her if she were loyal to the South
and when she answered, "Yes," he told her of the hidden papers
and asked her to send them on, saying that his own horse could
be ridden. He then sank again into unconsciousness. He
knew not when or how he was put to bed, nor that the doctor
came and examined him. All was dark, and strange shapes
surrounded him; some cold, heavy weight was upon him.
He could not move, but through it all he heard angels' voices
singing.

When he awoke it was late in the evening; the spring sun
shone through the window and cast long shadows upon the
wall. Mary was standing by the door talking earnestly to
an old genial faced man, whom Morris heard say, "I think he
is out of danger now, child, but you must take some rest; you
are worn out. Send Aunt Nancy in here for awhile." And
they passed out.

Morris turned his face to the wall and closed his eyes. He
must have been sick a long time and here these good people
had been tending him. He felt a deep gratitude for these
almost unknown friends and resolving to pay the debt, he sank
into a deep sleep.

It was several weeks before he could persuade the doctor
to let him get out of the house. But an active desire to be up
and doing, a strong constitution and an attentive and pretty
nurse worked wonders in a short time. He and Mary took
many strolls about the buddng farm in those early spring days.

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A sweet companionship sprang up between them. That
which would happen to any two congenial spirits thrown con-
stantly together, happened to them.

In May when Morris rode away to join his company he
carried a picture of Mary both over and in his heart, with a
promise to come again and claim her after the war.

X X X X

Again a horseman rides along the old river road, no longer
dressed in uniform, no rifle hangs from his saddle; gone are
the marks of care and fatigue. Both horse and rider seemed
to be animated by the mere joy of living.

The man looks with interest about him, doubtless think-
ing of the different circumstances attending his former ride.
At the willow-thicket he pauses as if he expected to see that
same old negro who led him to his life's greatest happiness.
As he waits a partridge comes out of a hedge and looks about
her. Apparently concluding the way clear she clucks and goes
forward ; a number of half grown chicks follow her. The scene
is beautiful but Morris does not wait longer. He seems to be
in a state of restless expectancy. He gallops through the long
stretch of wooded hills and emerges to see a large farm house,
surrounded by large barns and other buildings. The same
place! Perhaps a little more weatherbeaten and dilapidated,
but he would always know it. As he gallops up to the hitching-
post and dismounts, a young woman comes out upon the porch,
hurries down the steps, and flings herself into his arms.

L. C, '07.
f

A KNIGHT OF THE GREEN CLOTH.

The scene of this story was a small town in Colorado
called Leadville, noted principally for its mining industries.
The time, immediately before the declaration of war between
the United States and Spain. When Bob Kirkpatrick, known
as "Handsome Bob," first made his appearance in Leadville
it created quite a stir in every class of society. Among the
young ladies on account of his personal appearance; among the

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young men, on account of his amiable ways and congenial
manner, and especially among the mining class on account of
his knowledge of cards and the adroitness with which he handled
the dice.

It was said of "Handsome Bob" that in personal appear-
ance, he could give Adonis a royal flush and then win out.
He was very tall, lithe and graceful and had the bearing and
symmetry of an Apollo. All of this, combined with the fact
that he was always attired in the most fashionable manner,
gained for him the name of "Handsome Bob." When it came
to the drawing and handling of a revolver, he was simply
wonderful, there was none quicker than he. It was said,
correctly so, that he had three notches on his gun barrel, each
one counting for a soul he had despatched to eternity. In
each case, however, he was provoked into it, or it was in self-
defense.

When Senor Don Jose Valera, one of the wealthiest mine
owners of Leadville, saw that war was inevitable between
the United State and Spain, he called his two children, Don
Juan and Senorita Maria Luisa, who were in college at Madrid,
to return home immediately. Senor Valera was a native
Espanol, but he had been naturalized and had married an
American girl. Furthermore, his business interests, and in
fact all his earthly ties, were in the United States.

When "Handsome Bob." first arrived in Leadville he took
apartments at the Hotel de Leadville and immediately set
about to get acquainted with the principal ones of the town,
so that in a few days he was very well known. It was at this
time that Don Juan and Luise Valera returned to Leadville.
And very soon after their arrival they made the acquaintance
of "Handsome Bob." Louise was very agreeably impressed
with him and their friendship grew warmer, but Don Juan
disliked him from the first. One cause for this enmity was
that "Handsome Bob" would very often go with Don Juan's
sweetheart, Florence. "Handsome Bob," as a matter of fact,
regarded Florence only as a friend, but in this Don Juan was
deceived. Then, too, he did not like the way in which "Hand-

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some Bob" was regarded by Louise. The enmity grew more
and more bitter from day to day, and on several occasions
would have come to open conflict had it not been for the respect
"Handsome Bob" bore Louise.

While Bob was well known and liked by the young ladies
of the town, he was especially known by the members of his
fraternal order, "The Knights of the Green Cloth." Not only
was he well known, but was well liked by all, for he possessed
that charm of personality that at once wins friends. The
members of this order would assemble each night in the back
room of the Red Top Saloon to discuss the matters of interest
to all and to enjoy a few social games. But on this particular
occasion they were discussing President McKinley's message
declaring war against Spain.

"Handsome Bob" was at the time engaged in a game of
draw poker with three strangers, greasers from all appearances,
as they would often converse in Spanish. He watched them
closely all the time, for he always suspected such characters.
The first two games were decidedly uninteresting, but in the
third the excitement was intense. Two of the strangers put
their |hands on the board, leaving the betting to "Handsome
Bob" and the remaining stranger. "Handsome Bob" started
off with a light bet, but the stranger was excited and placed
all of his money on the table. "Handsome Bob" covered it,
remarking that he had another hundred. The stranger's
eyes fairly sparkled as he pulled a handsomely set ring from
his vest pocket and asked if it was satisfactory to value the
ring at one hundred. As this was satisfactory they prepared
to show their hands. The stranger was very excited and
was continually addressing his two friends in Spanish. "Hand-
some Bob," who understood some Spanish, overheard him
use the words, perder, matar, robar — lose, kill, rob. The
stranger showed his hand first, he held three kings and two
aces. "Handsome Bob" then showed his hand, — he held a
royal flush!

When the stranger and his two friends saw this they made
a play for their revolvers, but "Handsome Bob" anticipated

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this move and quickly shot out the Hghts. He then seemingly
began to shoot at random. After the firing had ceased and
the lamps were relighted some one asked how many were
wounded, but the significant reply was, " 'Handsome Bob'
never wounds." It was discovered that the stranger and
Don Juan had disappeared, while the stranger's two
friends were found dead. This, of course, was very puz-
zling to the crowd.

The next morning all was excitement at the Valera home.
Don Juan had disappeared and not a trace of him could be
found. It so happened that "Handsome Bob" met his friend,
Florence, who began telling him the cause of all the excite-
ment. "Handsome Bob" listened attentively until she had
finished; then he told her the secret of Don Juan's disappear-
ance. He told her all about the game of cards in the rear of
the Red Top Saloon, and how he had recognized the ring of
the stranger as the one given to Don Juan by his mother
just before her death, and how after close scrutiny he had
recognized the stranger as Don Juan in disguise. Also of the
threats uttered against him in Spanish. He explained to her
that it was for the love he bore Louise that he spared Don Juan's
life and spirited him away, and that he would not have shot
the two strangers if he had not heard their threats against the
"dog of an American." "Handsome Bob" then gave the ring
to Florence, asking her to give it to Louise and explain all to
her and not to suffer any further uneasiness concerning Don
Juan.

When Florence gave the ring to Louise and explained all
to her she, Louise, cried for very joy. And when Florence
asked her for her secret opinion of "Handsome Bob" she replied
that he was all in all to her, and that despite the protests of
her brother it was agreeable to her for him to visit her. Flo-
rence at once communicated this to "Handsome Bob" and so
on the following evening he called on Louise. It did not take
them long to come to a mutual understanding as Dan Cupid
was the arbiter.

They next turned their attention to Don Juan, who had

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again made his appearance, and after talking and explaining
to him, finally convinced him of the folly of sowing wild oats.
Don Juan, after he learned the true state of affairs, was truly
penitent. He explained to them that it was the misunder-
standing relative to Florence that caused him at first to dis-
like "Handsome Bob" and that this dislike was intensified
by the thoughts of Louise ever countenancing the attention
of a gambler, but since he had found out that instead of being
a common gambler, with all that the name implies, "Hand-
some Bob" was a man of sterhng worth; he was now quite
willing to be friends — perhaps, even brother-in-law.

BiRT, '08.
f

A VISIT TO HIS BROTHER.

It was a cold winter evening. The day's work had been
done, and farmer Wells and his family were sitting around
the hearthstone, tired from the toil of the day. There was
Charles, the tall, slender youth sitting in the comer with one
leg crossed over the other, and his foot encased in a big
brogan shoe, hung before the fire steaming there; for he had
been on a cow hunt that day and had come home not only
tired and hungry, but with wet feet. His sister, Sally, sat
near by doing some of the fancy work that she had learned
in the city while visiting her cousin there. Mrs. Wells sat
close to the table whereon was the lamp and she was reading
from the weekly newspaper. Mr. Wells himself sat in his
easy chair, with his head thrown back and his feet resting upon
a small stool.

Thus they sat until the low roar and crackling of the fire
produced upon them a sleepy effect. Already Charlie had
thrown back his head, closed his eyes and opened his mouth.
From this it can be supposed that he was hunting cows again
and that too, in his dreams. The paper fell into Mrs. Well's
lap. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. And Sally, seeing
that it was nearing bedtime, folded up her work and arose to
retire.

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With this drowsy feeling upon them it is no small wonder
that they failed to hear the thumping of the gate latch. The
stranger had given up his efforts in that direction and his
knock now upon the door aroused farmer Wells to his senses,
and he called out, "Cholly, git up an' go to 'er door, Thar's
a body a kickin' at it, wus'en a pighted mare." But Charlie
must not have heard; for he did not move. Whereupon, he
started to get up himself, but Sally interposed with, "No, pa,
you jes' set still." and turning to the door, "H'lo, stranger,
who's you?"

"It's I," came back the voice, and Sally immediately
threw open the door; for she knew the voice to be none other
than that of Uncle Billy.

At the sound of his brother's voice, farmer Wells arose
and embraced him. "Well, well, well," exclaimed farmer
Wells, "to think Bill's come back 'gin! Bill, hit's bin a coon's
age sence I seed ye! Thar ain't ary nuther man so welcome,
as you. Well, I declare!"

William Wells was a writer who had gained considerable
renown in a distant state. In his success he had not forgotten
his brother, even though he was an illiterate old farmer. So his
custom had been to pay him frequent visits, when they would
talk over the things of their boyhood together on the old
homestead. The long journey on this occasion had been made
by rail, and feeling tired on account of having been seated so
long, he had walked out to the farm from the station which
was not more than six miles — and as we have seen, he had made
the walk successfully.

"Yes, I am heartily glad to see you, dear Tom; I could not
entirely forget you and the good old days together. Hence,
I have come again to see you and talk over old times."

The door had been closed and the family were again seated
around the fireside. The new comer was warming his feet
by the old burning log. Charlie was still snoring in the corner,
and Uncle Billy would not awake him, saying that what he
was going to tell about his walk from the station, would pretty
soon awake the whole family. And he proceeded to tell.

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"Tom, I had a novel experience on the way out. For
strangeness of feehng which it caused me I have never been
through anything to equal it."

"Ahem, Sal, you thear hat? I bet me hat Uncle Billy's
he-ard the ghosts a-mekin' a storm in the old hanted house.
Eh, Bill?"

"I suppose you are right, Tom, and I want to tell you
what happened in the old house on the hill. I am sure that
any outlandish name would express what I heard and
felt. I was walking along whistling and thinking about
the glad surprise that I would give you, It was just
getting dark and I quickened my pace that I might get on as
far as possible before it was too dark. Soon I came to a very
large, old-fashioned house, which from what I have learned,
you all know as the 'hanted house.' I stood a moment to
admire its granduer and the majestic appearance that it af-
forded, silhouetted there against the sky; for it is on a very
high hill. And I was just thinking about the people who must
have lived in that old house in the long ago — gentlemen, with
powdered wig, frock-tailed coat, knee pantaloons, silk stock-
ings, and ribbon-laced slippers; ladies with their great hoop
skirts and huge fans — all these I saw in my mind, when suddenly
there came forth from the old mansion such a thumping
against the walls and such grating sounds as I have never
heard before. Outside everything was apparently still; inside,
it was the same, except that I imagined that there were the
fluttering of spirits and a confusion stirred up in the air by some
unseen power. Again, those awful shrieks would come forth,
which I am not ashamed to say, well nigh made mj'' blood
run cold. Then would come the thumping and bumping,
which echoed and re-echoed in the old hall and sounded like
the roar of distant thunder — a sound which brought into my
mind the picture of some giant pounding upon some poor
human being and missing him now and then, thus hitting the
walls.

"What the mind cannot readily understand will induce
a man to investigate it. The things which are hid, man

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takes a rare delight in discovering. We pass by the things
that we know and say, '0, pshaw, I learned that yesterday.'
Hence, my desire to know what was causing these unearthly
noises that I have mentioned led me to mount the stone stairs
and go into the half -open door. What I found was a region of
darkness. I struck a match, but it seemed as if the wing of
some demon extinguished it. I confess that I was feeling
very queer, and 0, such a sense of loneliness! So great was
my emotion that my hand went involuntarily up to my hat
that I might keep it in its place. I ventured in farther, deter-
mined to find out what all that I had heard meant. But no
sooner had I got a dozen steps into the old hall than innumerable
fists, it seemed, began buffeting me and pouncing upon my
head. The air was in vast confusion, and I felt the currents
as they whirled round and round. This was enough to make
me leave, but I didn't. I never had beheved in ghosts and I
meant to find out the meaning of these terrible things. So
I took out some more matches and struck them one by one
and peered into the darkness. What was it that I saw? A
house brimming full of leather- winged bats getting ready for
their roost!"

CUDE.

— — — ♦

STORY OF ADVENTURE.

In the northern part of Mississippi, in the heart of a
swamp, is an Indian mound, which a few years ago was very
large. It has since been almost dug away by relic-seekers,
but there is a legend of peculiar interest connected with this
mound which has been handed down since the days of the
Choctaws.

The legend runs as follows.

Many years before this mound was built, Uncas, a young
chief, had erected his wigwams on the banks of a small stream
near the spot where the mound now stands. He was noted
for his bravery on the war-path and for his skill and cunning
in the chase. And of all the young chiefs of his tribe, he was
the most admired by the Indian maidens.

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He loved the daughter of a chief who had been a great
warrior in his youth, and who now wielded a great influence
at the council lodge. As soon as Uncas' power and influence
had been firmly established, he took this Indian maiden to
his tepee, and by this act incurred the enmity of an old witch
who lived in a cave not far from his lodge. The witch had
a daughter whom she had wished to become the wife of Uncas,
and because he had chosen another, she had become his sworn
enemy.

Uncas was very happy with his young wife, and his
happiness would have been complete when Palila was born,
had his wife survived the birth of the babe. Uncas was at
first inconsolable over the death of his wife, but as Palila was
a child of such rare beauty, he soon centered all his affection
upon her.

Palila soon grew into a true child of the forest. She
found her chief pleasure in ministering to the wants of her
father (who had begun to grow old and infirm) , and in ramblmg
through the woods.

One day when Palila was about eighteen years of age,
she took her bow and started for a strofl through the forest.
As she was walking along thus, she heard an angry growl
close to her, and looking around, she saw an old she-bear
with two cubs at her side, standing a few yards away. She
quickly fitted an arrow to her bow, and taking steady aim,
fired. The arrow, however, fell short of the mark and only
sMghtly wounded the bear. Palila had given up all hope of
ever seeing her father again, and she thought of how grieved
he would be at her death. She had not time to fit another
arrow to her bow and as she had no knife, she was helpless.

The bear reared itself on its hind legs in order to close
with her, and in a few moments it would have been all up with
the maiden, had there not sounded the twang of an arrow
from a bow and the bear fell dead at her feet with an arrow
in its heart. A young brave came running out of a thicket,

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and Palila saw by the color of the feathers in his headgear
that he was of a hostile tribe of Indians, who lived in a far off
countr}^ Palila was greatly surprised and could say nothing
at first, but they grew quite friendly in a Kttle while, for she
found it not in her heart to be unfriendly to him after he had
saved her life, even if he were of a hostile tribe. She tried to
persuade him to go back at once to his wigwam, for she knew
he would be killed if found in this part of the country, but he
would not consent. He told her that he had been following
for many moons a vision clothed in white, which had appeared
at the door of his wigwam one night and beckoned to him to
follow. He had seized his bow and little thinking of where it
would lead him had followed on and on until he came to this
forest. He had sometimes fitted an arrow to his bow in the
hopes of shooting this white form, but each time it had van-
ished. This morning it had vanished completely.

Just at this moment, Uncas, who was hunting in the forest,
passing along this way and hearing the sound of voices, stopped
to see from whence they came. He was astonished to see his
daughter standing by the side of a brave whom he recognized
to be of a tribe with which he had long been at enmity. Stead-
ilv he fitted an arrow to his bow and his hand was as steady
as in the days of his youth. He aimed full at the breast of the
Indian brave. The arrow however, glanced on some unseen
twig, and swerving aside, sank quivering into Palila's breast.
With a moan she sank to the ground.

Just at this moment, out stepped the old witch from a
nearby thicket and uttering a shrill cry of delight, said to
Uncas, "I have obtained my revenge at last. I have been
waiting these many years for it and at last it has come." Ut-
tering these words, she disappeared into the forest.

Palila was buried in the mound in which her mother had
been buried, and a few days afterwards Uncas, who died of
grief, was laid to rest in the mound, and the old witch at last
triumphed in her revenge.

K. D. Brabston.

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AN ADVENTURE IN THE JUNGLES.

It was during the fall of '87 that my father sold his little
farm on Pelee creek in Georgia, and we set out on our journey
through the country to found a home in the jungles of Louisi-
ana. We settled in a very remote district on a little farm
surrounded by a dense swamp. The nearest settlers within
ten miles of us were an old man with several grown sons and
a young man who had recently moved into that neighborhood.

Mother was averse to the move and soon became tired
of our new home, because she said it resembled the place where
we had lived several years before, when our house was pillaged
of several articles of dress and some jewelry, among which
was my mother's diamond ring.

We had not been hving there long until we became
acquainted with the old man who lived just three miles across
the swamp. Mother then found another reason for not liking
our new home, for the old man was continually telling of how
a foot peddler had mysteriously disappeared while on his way
between the settlements, leaving nothing save a small bundle
which had been found on the way. To make the story more
creditable, he had even shown us some of the contents of the
bundle.

It was a still clear night in June. The moon was casting
its long glimmering rays over the narrow landscape between
our little cottage and the swamp. Everything seemed to be
wrapped in the deep slumber of the night. The only sounds
to be beared was the occasional hoot of an owl or the melan-
choly note of the whippoor-will. Suddenly we were alarmed
by the clattering of horses' hoofs, and in a moment a "Hello"
in a deep masculine voice was heard at the gate. Father went
out and after quieting the howl of the curs, found that the
alarm was given by one of the old man's sons. He quickly
told the purpose of his unusual errand.

The old man had been to the market some twelve miles
away on that day and on returning that evening had found
on the roadside traces of blood and a man's hat. The young

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man had come for papa to go over and go with the old man,
his boys and the other young man whom another of the old
man's sons had summoned, on a search for the man. Mother
being unwilling to stay at home with only me, made it neces-
sary to carry her over to stay with the old man's folks.

We were soon there. After taking practically every wea-
pon of an offensive and defensive nature, we set out. When
we came near the place, the dogs seemed to become alarmed.
We reached the place where the old man had found the signs,
and there we found as the old man had reported, the hat and
traces of blood. The trail led directly toward the swamp.
We followed it to the edge of the swamp, again and again
trying to set the dogs on it, but in vain. We knew that it
must have been something unusual, for papa's dogs seldom
saw anything that they would not catch, and the old man had
two large bull dogs that had never been known to fail.

On entering the swamp we found a handkerchief hanging
on a briar. A little farther on we found a bloody dirk. We
looked for tracks, but found none. The blood stains, which
led straight forward, were sufficiently plain to be traced.
The old man now took the lead, proving himself to be the hero
of the crowd. On approaching an unusually thick place, the
trail turned aside a little until it reached a path leading into
a thicket. After going fifty or a hundred yards into the thicket,
we came to the mouth of a cave. Here were tracks in abun-
dance and of a strange kind, resembling those made by a man,
except that they showed signs of nails. Signs of blood led
straight into the cave.

The old man looked around a little, trimmed his light,
and said, "Come, boys!" We followed. After going down
for a few feet the cave broadened out. In fact, the ground
proved to be hollow for several yards around. We could
still see traces of blood, and as we went deeper and deeper
into the cave, every minute expecting to be torn to pieces, we
suddenly came upon more fragments of clothing and a huge
puddle of blood. We now found more of the strange tracks,
the like of which no one of us had ever seen before.

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We were startled by a groan as if some one was in dis-
tress. We strained our eyes to see. Again the groan was
heard and following in the direction, we saw in one corner of
the cave a sight frightful indeed. There in a huge bed sat a
grim-looking animal somewhat resembling a man, with his
claws set around the throat of a man. He sat there as we ap-
proached, not even moving, with his chin reclining on the man's
head. We were now within four or five feet of him. With
another groan he fell over, loosing the man. Now, this was
something that we could not understand. On examining him
we found that he was dead. Turning him over we found that
he had several deep wounds which proved to have been made
with a knife.

I remembered having seen in my geography the picture
of an animal that resembled this one very much. I suggested
it to papa and the idea struck him at once that it was a gorilla.
Then the old man remembered having heard of a gorilla es-
caping his master many years before we had moved into that
country. Thus the mystery was explained.

On the person of the man we found papers which seemed
to prove him a detective who was in search of a burglar.
Among the old rags and clothes of the bed we found a pocket-
book and a diamond ring.

Jeff Collins.

¥

PETE.

Evelyn Hunt was a dignified young lady. She possessed
a lover and, incidentally, a little brother named Pete. Like
the proverbial small boy he often proved a difficult problem.
No one knew what to expect of Pete. He had the deplorable
habit of revealing family intrigues at the most critical periods,
and kept his sister on the verge of nervous collapse.

In the story now to be related, Pete eff"aced all memories
of former achievements in one glorious record-breaking tri-
umph.

He developed a fondness for Evelyn's friend, Charles

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Morris. Like his elders, he was expectantly awaiting the
day that was to give him this jolly young man for a brother.
In Pete's imagination he beheld a future when pocket money
would be no consideration, if the dimes that now found their
way into his possession were any argument to reason from.
Of course, as a real brother he would be far more generous.
It is then no surprise that Pete should be deeply concerned
when his sharp eyes discovered that the course of true love
was not running smooth.

How he came by this knowledge, Pete should have blushed
to tell — perhaps he would have had he told; but he never
did. The important part is, he did discover it, and it caused
his anxious spirit much unrest. If only he could hit upon
some plan for smoothing out the tangled knot of contention
and send the couple of his constant thoughts safe through
the illuring portal of matrimony ! Perhaps he would not
have expressed his desire in just such terms; he would
probably have said: "Charles is a 'brick,' and I'd like
jolly well to have him for a brother." If he had given
a thought to his sister, it was merely that she was the neces-
sary means for producing the desired result. As yet,
girls possessed no attraction for Pete. They were to be
tolerated, but not received on equal terms with his sex.
When no other sport was attainable he enjoyed teasing them,
and was regarded by them as an especially obnoxious little
boy. He knew this, but he passed the knowledge by with
his calm indifference.

x x X x

Pete was in an angelic mood all the afternoon. He
went to Evelyn's room and confided some of his troubles,
for Pete was never free from them. In his repentant mood
he sought sympathy from Evelyn, who was remarkably for-
bearing with the young scape-grace. But these moods rarely
lasted long; as on this occasion. His keen ej^e detected on
Evelyn's desk a daintily addressed envelope, which, on closer
investigation, he found to bear the name of Charles Morris.
At a favorable moment he adroitlj^ conveyed this to his pocket.

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Later he would return the letter and receive as ransom any-
thing his fancy might dictate.

During the remaining moments of his visit his conscience
must have smote him. The maid appearing with a card for
Evelyn furnished honorable means for retreat with his stolen
property. While Evelyn prepared to meet her caller, a bright
color flushed her cheek. After all she need not have written
the repentant note to Charles. He had come of his own accord,
repentant, of course. At first she would be graciously polite,
and then generously forgiving.

In the meanwhile Pete had gone below to investigate,
A hasty survey of the hall and parlor from the upper landing
disclosed the fact that the caller was a gentleman; Pete saw
the hat on the rack and heard a restless sound of footsteps.
Without doubt the caller was impatient. This fact lured
Pete to a closer range. He slipped down the stair and then
quietly behind the portiers drawing its folds about him.

Soon Evelyn came liesurely down the stairway and entered
the parlor. There was no way for retreat without being seen,
so making the most of his situation, Pete lent a half -unwilling
ear to the conversation in the next room.

Pete gathered from this conversation these facts: Mr.
Charles Morris had come, as had Evelyn, to grant but not to
sue for pardon; both Evelyn and Charles had lost their tempers,
and Evelyn had returned the ring.

When the certainty of the disagreeable fact thrust itself
upon him, Pete at first accepted the news with resignation.
Then as he heard Charles make his adieus in a cold, offended
tone, Pete resolved to lend a hand in this crisis. He cast
about for some means for averting the catastrophe of a broken
engagement. Suddenly he remembered the letter in his pocket.
It was addressed to Charles; then it belonged to him. It was
unsealed. For a moment Pete debated the point of honor,
then decided that all was fair in love and war and unblushingly
read the note. It sent a beam of light across his little freckled
face, and a sparkle of merriment into his eyes. If Evelyn
thought so much of the chap, he should have the note.

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Pete started out on his mission. In the distance through
the interlacing branches he caught occasional glimpses of a
broad pair of shoulders. How Charles did walk to be sure,
and try as he might, Pete did not overtake him until he had
almost passed through the grove that divided Charles' home
from his.

"Hold on," he shouted. "I have been chasing you till
I am 'blowed.' " Charles stopped, wondering, while Pete
regained his breath.

"Here's a note," he quoth. "Evelyn wrote it a while
ago, but you must promise to give it back to me, or I won't
give it to you. Promise?"

"It's a strange request, old man, but as those are the terms,
I agree,"

Pete's grimy hand gave the note.

One hasty reading of the words produced a remarkable
effect. Charles looked around as if doubting, and then seeing
the repentant words, convicting belief settled upon him.

"You say you want my note?" Charles inquired.

"You promised," Pete quoth, uncompromisingly.

"Then, here old fellow. But say, you'll not show it to
any one, and you will return it some day? I am willing for you
to have it under those conditions, but not otherwise."

"Who said I'd show it?" and closing his hand upon the
coveted letter, he started homeward. He would take the
letter straight back and put it where he found it. Charles
accompanied him, but each pursued an uninterrupted course
of thought.

It was very forgiving of Evelyn to write such a note after
his dictatorial demands that she should apologize. But it
was strange; she had such spirit! They were nearing the house;
in a garden chair on the lawn they saw Evelyn. She was
reading and did not hear them approaching. Pete slipped
on ahead and disappeared suddenly and mysteriously. A
slight stirring led Evelyn to glance up. Her astonished
gaze fell on Charles. He was looking so happy. How very
strange that he should return.

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"My dear Evelyn," he began; "I never before knew
what an angel you are, and what an undeservmg wretch I am."

Then upon his humble speech, and Evelyn's wondering
amazement, a clear boyish voice broke in from a neighboring
branch overhead:
"My dear Charles:

"Of course you ought to know I meant nothing by allow-
ing Hugh Campbell to put my picture in his watch; but since
you do not, I guess I must humor you and tell you so. What's
a picture, anyway, when the original is your own Evelyn?"

Pete's voice quavered and trilled. The situation was
dramatic. Evelyn sank helplessly in to her chair, and gasped
out: "0, Pete, how could you?"

"But you wrote it, Evelyn?" Charles inquired puzzlingly.

"Yes," she faltered. Then her old spirit asserted itself.
"I never meant to send it after your visit."

"You will forgive me, though?" he begged.

"0, yes, if for nothing but that lovely compliment you
paid me just now."

"Come down, you blessed Pete, and be forgiven."

"But how did you plan it, you horrid boy?" Evelyn de-
manded as he descended in triumph.

"It just planned itself," he condescended to explain.

"Hand over that note if you are through with it, Pete."

He did so. A bright silver dollar was smuggled into
his hand.

Pete felt that his reward was sufficient, and that his
vision of the future was justified. As Pete passed from their
hearing, Evelyn remarked: "Pete is a trial sent to keep
me humble."

And Charles replied: "He is an interesting study, and
I find myself infinitely happier by the world holding that
blessed Pete."

"Pete."

IN MEMORIAM.

Whereas, God in His wisdom has seen fit
to take unto himself the father of our class-
mate; therefore, be it

Resolved, 1. That we, the Senior class of
Millsaps, extend our sincerest sympathy to our
fellow student and co-worker in this, his hour
of affliction.

Resolved, 2. That a copy of these resolutions
be sent to the bereaved family, and that a copy
be published in the Collegian.

L. E. Price,

F. V. Park,

E. G. MoHLER, Jr.,

Committee.

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

Vol. 8. Jackson^ Miss., February, 1906. No. 4.

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College.

J. A. Baker _ Editor-in-Chie

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Business Manager. Matter intended for publication should be

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t EDITORIALS. t

At no time has there been a greater demand
The Demand for college men who have a highly developed
for moral character as well as mental proficiency.

College Men. This demand is not confined to any one pro-
fession or trade, but in all business and other
occupations this requirement must be met. The man seeking
a position has not only to give satisfactory credentials as to
his fitness, but has also to give proof of moral standing. The
demand for men increases with the competency of the individual
and his qualifications.

Such being the case, it is a practical question for us to
find the means of fitting ourselves for filling such positions
as we may desire, and to do this with the best results and ad-
vantage to ourselves, we must cultivate at the same time both
our moral and intellectual faculties. It is hard to conceive
of the one as distinct from the other for both are natural and

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essential constituents of the progressive man. Should we
desire to cultivate one at the expense of the other, we would
find that we were unprepared to cope successfully with the
conditions and demands of life. The business or professional
man no longer takes in his employ an individual without good
references as to ability to fill the position with credit to him-
self and employer. With the addition of each year, stricter
and more thorough is the test you must submit to in order to
secure good positions; and when secured, the real test has just
begun, for you must now show your abiUty in executing the
orders of your superiors, or in giving directions to those beneath
you in position. Should you show aptitude and readiness in
grasping the details and nature of your work, together with a
high degree of competency in making plans, then advance-
ment and success will reward you for your efforts.

We can find no objections to this system, since it tends
to cultivate and encourage honesty and honor among the
employes and employers and to place the business world in
general upon a higher plane of usefulness and proficiency. At
this day, while graft and corruption pervades the most sacred
sphere of business relations, if it were not for a counteracting
influence, the business world would be thrown into a state of
chaos. But with the American people, who have such a high
degree of vitality and stored-up energy, and the majority of
whom, on all momentous questions decide rightly, it would be
hard to conceive of such a disorganized state of affairs. And
especially is this true at the present day when the demand is
for better men. The business world is continually weeding
out the morally weak and supplanting them with stronger
characters.

With such a progressive people as we are, with advanced
ideas as to government in its broadest sense, the ignorant or
unpractical can have no place, but are left to themselves to
work out their own ends with but little hope of final success.
This applies in a general sense to the college man, but his
prospects are far greater in proportion to the uneducated.
All college men are not practical, nor are they all intellectually

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moral, but their opportunities are grand and their ideals should
be correspondingly high. With the advent and increase of
denominational colleges and schools with Christian environ-
ment and influence, the per-cent. of morally educated men
has increased. The weakling is not to be feared, for his in-
fluence is infinitesimal; but it is the cunning man whose views
are not in accordance with the spirit of right, and when such
men turn their energies with hostile intent against the integ-
rity of business obligation, a shock or disturbance is felt in
that circle. No less true is it, that the college man should he
be educated or instructed in vice or cunning, could exert a
great influence for the worse on the average college boy, for
the average boy in college is at that age where he is easily
influenced for better or worse; but happily these men are
in the minority and their proportion is on the decrease.

The increase of this higher class of college graduates
and the positions to which they have risen have worked a
wonderful change in the social activities of the country, and
have caused men to think seriously on these subjects. Their
thoughts soon matured, and we now see the results — an in-
creased demand for better men, men of integrity and ability.
The railroads refuse to employ drinking men, because drink
dulls the mind and drunkenness robs one of responsibility.
If we take for granted that these great corporations have no
soul, but refuse to employ men who have bad habits because
these habits make them less efficient in both mental and physi-
cal work, they are not to be criticised, but commended for the
steps they have taken.

A man who prepares for his life work, knowing what is
required of him before he is qualified to undertake its respon-
sibilities, and fails to meet and master these requirements,
works under great disadvantages. The system of education
has changed in some respects from what it was, but the same
principles and truths must be mastered. Life is too short
and time too precious to spend too much time on subjects
that will aid you but little or not at all in the great conflict
of life. The boy when he enters college should specialize upon

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some one subject and give this subject his greatest attention,
but in doing this he must not lose sight of his other studies.
Let him be thorough with this subject and have an inteUigent
understanding with others. But in choosing the special sub-
ject let your choice be in unison with your profession. The
man that devotes his entire time and energy to mastering a
subject becomes narrow minded, as he lets his mind dwell
only on it without thinking on other and different matters,
and should he fail to make a special study of some one thing,
he is liable to fall into that class of people who are not able to
think intelligently upon any thing, but have a confused idea
.of many things.

On Feb. 7th the Faculty appointed Mr. W.
The A. Williams to represent the college at the

Intercollegiate State Oratorical Contest to be held in May,
Contest. at some place not yet made known to the
public. Mr. Williams has made a good record
as a student and we feel confident that he will make a fine rep-
resentative and do honor to himself and the institution.

The students as a whole have never failed to back up their
man and show their interest on the occasion by giving the
college yells with a heartiness and vim that leaves behind no
doubt of their sincerity. The students that question our
college spirit and patriotism are surprised to see such a display
of college pride when the occasion demands it. All we desire"
is an excursion train and permission from the college, and we will
be there en masse.

t LOCAL DEPARTMENT. t

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R. B. CARR, Editor.

Mr. J. L. Neill has been appointed by the Faculty to rep-
resent the College at the Crystal Springs Chautauqua.

The officers of the Lamar Literary Society for the third
term were elected Friday night, February 9: President, J.

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W. Frost; Vice-President, L. K. Carlton; Secretary, L. B.
Robinson; Treasurer, T. L. Bailey.

Dr. Murrah is very busy at present in raising the endow-
ment fund. So far he has been very successful. He hopes
to have raised by Commencement, the amount asked for by the
Board of Trustees.

The Y. M. C. A. elected officers Friday night, February
9th, for the following year: 0. Backstrom, President; J. R.
Bright, Vice-President; J. C. Rousseaux, Secretary; W. F.
Murrah, Treasurer.

We have a new student in school now who is attracting
much attention. He is a Russian Jew, a Mr. Strom, originally
from Odessa, but was forced to leave his home on account of
the Russian mobs.

On Friday night, February 18th, the debate between the
Galloway and Lamar Societies, will take place. The question
is: "Resolved, That the United States Congress should
have full control of railroad rates." The Galloway debaters
are, E. C. McGilvray and R. E. Jackson; the Lamar repre-
sentatives, Jeff Collins and J. B. Ricketts.

Kantaro Shivi, a young Japanese gave a lecture in the
College chapel Friday night, February 3rd. His subject
was the "Russo-Japanese War." During his lecture he gave
stereoptican views of the principal seaports and battlefields,
also of Admiral Togo and his fleet.

Baseball is livening up a little at Millsaps now. A team
has been selected with Paul Waugh as captain. To hear
Waugh talk one would think his team is going to play the New
York Americans. But, no! Conference says the game is
entirely too rough for the tender boys.

The most interesting event of the past month was the
oratorical contest, February 7th, before the Faculty, between
eleven representatives of the Junior and Senior classes. Mr.
W. A. Williams, of Sallis, Miss., was selected by the Faculty

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to represent the college at the State Oratorical Contest. We
are confident that we will win this year, as Mr. Williams is a
good speaker as well as an excellent writer. The subject of
his speech will be "Graft."

The library continues to be supplied with good reading
matter. Recently Professor Walmsley received from Rev.
I. L. Peebles a "History of the Plymouth Plantation," by
William Bradford. It is a fac simile copy of the old manu-
script written in the days of the Plymouth settlement. This
is a very valuable as well as interesting book. It is valuable
not only on account of its rareness, there being only three
copies in the United States, but also from a historical stand-
point. In it one may find everything that happened to any
of the settlers or to the colony as a whole.

t LITERARY DEPARTMENT. t

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FRANCES PARK, Editor.
THE HOUSE OF MIRTH.

By Edith Wharton.

So many and varying have been the criticisms on "The
House of Mirth" (what irony in the name!) that it is hard to
glean from them a true estimate of the weakness or worth of
the novel.

It is the tragedy of the life of a New York society girl,
Lily Bart. With little or no income and taught by heredity
and environment to despise poverty, she comes face to face
with the fact that she must marry — money or a man. Her
better nature tells her that happiness will not come from the
former course; an innate love of luxury and a wavering of
purpose prevent the latter.

Desperate over losses at bridge whist, she borrows money
from Gus Trenor, the husband of her best friend. A train of
evils follow this act — the unjust suspicions of her friends, the
loss of an aunt's legacy, and finally ostracism from that "inner

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circle" within which she has so long revolved. The personal
enmity of Bertha Dorset cost her the loss of a wealthy match.

At last when she realizes that she might have had true
happiness in the love of Lawrence Selden, pride will not let her
show him she has relented. Misunderstandings arise, and
when "he had found the word he meant to say to her," she
could neither hear it nor answer with that word she had re-
peated in her delirium. By mistake she had taken an over-
dose of chloral.

Gertrude Parish, gentle and full of charity, is alone faith-
ful to Lily. Self-sacrificing and of an altogether lovely char-
acter, she at once renounces Selden to the claim of her friend.
The author might have given Gerty a much larger place in the
story, were she not so fully occupied with the fortunes of the
beautiful and fascinating Lily.

Of the heroine's friends in her small "set," not one pos-
sessed the qualities of true womanhood or manhood. Bertha
Dorset is a heartless unbalanced creature; her husband melan-
choly and aimless; Gus Trenor is a selfish rascal; his wife, whom
Lily at first believed a true friend, a cold schemer; Mrs. Penis-
ton, the aunt, "an insufferable example of brownstone-front
respectability"; and the Jew, Rosedale, is kind hearted at times,
but fit for no true friendship.

The portrait of Selden, who was not properly of this sphere,
is sketched only with light touches. We know simply that
he is intelligent, yet worldly; and that he has the essentials of a
strong character — worthy of Lily's love.

Our national wealth since the sixties has given us a class
who, with the very poor, are non-producers and who have
erected false standards in our American life. We know that
in this class are those who, like Lily Bart's set, sacrifice all
finer and higher qualities to the passion for "keeping up"
in the race of display. But for this novel to be hailed as typ-
ically American rouses our democratic patriotism, and we
applaud the sentiment of the Saturday Evening Post in saying,
"We venture to believe that it is not great; to hope that it is
not American."

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN 35

As regards structure, a majority of critics declare Mrs.
Wharton's book almost faultless. Harmony of setting and
unity throughout the plot hold our attention. Her clear style
and true, even strokes never let our interest flag. Especially
marked are these characteristics of style in the last chapters.

Fault has been found with the conclusion. Perhaps
it is a feeling that Lily should be rewarded for living down the
temptation to marry for monej^ and our sympathy for her
pathetic struggles. Yet the conditions of life that separate
her from Selden seem to demand some such end. So it is with
silent pity and awe that we watch him at her bedside, barely
striving td gain some comfort from the thought that "at least
he had loved her — had been willing to stake his future on his
faith in her — and if the moment had been fated to pass from
them before they could seize it, he saw now that, for both, it
had been saved whole out of the ruin of their lives."

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT f

W. A. WILLIAMS.

For both mechanical get up and literary excellence the
Emory Phoenix stands at the head of our exchanges. In the
January number, which may be taken as a fair sample, the
departments are well edited and the contributions are good.
The name at the head of the exchange department recalls a
familiar face and pleasant associations. It is not, however,
because we are influenced by former ties and associations that
we place Mr. Bo wen's department at the head of all our ex-
changes, but because it belongs there. From the style of his
criticisms one may readily understand that he is not striving
to organize the exchange departments into a mutual admira-
tion society but at the same time his criticisms are fair, and
thorough. The most valuable contribution to this issue is
the letter from the Rhodes student at Oxford. This letter,
coming from such a source, could not be otherwise than well
written, and the information given concerning the English

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students at the great university, the comparison of the Enghsh
students with the students of American colleges, the descrip-
tion of the University life and the general surroundings is in-
teresting and valuable information to the i\merican student.
The magazine is especially superior in the amount and quality
of its verse. There are quite a number of short poems, all
of which are good. Mr. A. T. Hind must be of invaluable
service on account of his continued contributions of this nature.

In the Academian the chief thing worthy of mention is
the debate on the negative of the question, "That trusts are a
greater menace to America than grafts." The speech is forcible
and shows careful study and preparation.

The Hillman Lesbidelian for January is an improvement
on the preceding issue. "How Women of Today Give" is an
article written in an attactive style and the writer shows a
comprehensive knowledge of her subject. "The Lost Diamond"
is an interesting short story with a good plot, and is well told.

The Tattler apparently has a limited number of depart-
ments or rather it has no departments; it seems to be run on a
different plan from the majority of college magazines. To
say this, however, is not to imply that the magazine is inferior,
the contributions are excellent. "The New Year" is creditable
verse, and the stories are superior to any we have read in college
publications. "As is the Way of a Maid with a Soldier," while
a love story, is admirably handled, and will compare favorably
with the stories of our national magazines.

"Uncle Remus at Randolph-Macon" is an excellent short
story written as the title would suggest in the negro dialect,
about animals.

In the Oracle the contribution most worthy of attention
is the oration, "The Demand of the Times." The orator
devotes himself to an exposition of the evils of the day and
appeals for reform.

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The name of the managing editor of the Columbia Col-
legian, had it no other attractions, would make it welcome at
this institution. It departs from the rule of college magazines
in having members of the Faculty on the staff. We suppose
that this is absolutely necessary to the existence of the maga-
zine and therefore shall offer no criticism. The editorials are
thoughtful and well written, and the locals are spicy and well

gotten up.

Clippings.

REJECTED.

Unto the chamal Hall of Fame

The dead alone should go;
Then write not there the living name

Of Edgar Allen Poe.

— Georgetown College Journal.

BACK NUMBERS.

The bald headed man in his family pew.

Leaned back on the cushions and slumbered.

And he dreamed that the preacher these words had proclaimed,
"The hairs of your head are all numbered."

The bald headed man awoke with a start

From his weekly devotional slumbers.
Then he sank on his knees and fervently prayed,

"Oh, Lord, send me down the back numbers!" — Ex.

APPLIED MATH,

"My daughter," and his voice was stem,
"You must set this matter right.

What time did that Sophomore leave the house
Who sent in his card last night?"

"His work was pressing, father dear.

And his love for it was great;
He took his leave and went his way

Before a quarter of eight."

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Then a twinkle came in her bright blue eye,

And her dimples brighter grew;
" 'Tis surely no sin to tell him that,

For a quarter of eight is two." — Ex.

Miss Sweetness — "Oh, Mr. Nocoin, how lovely of you to
bring me these beautiful roses. How fresh they are! I do be-
lieve that there is a little dew on them yet."

Mr. Nocoin — "Well — yes — there is; but I will pay it to-
morrow."— Ex.

"There's one thing about you, my pretty maid,
That I'd hke if it were no harm."

"Do tell me what 'tis, kind sir," she said,

And he softly responded: "My arm." — Ex.

Umpire— "Foul."

Freshie — "Where are the feathers?"

Umpire — "This is a picked team, you idiot." — Ex.

"A night of cram,
An angry Prof.
A tough exam.,
A busted Soph."

—Ex.

Mary had a little lamb,

'Twas good beyond all question;
But then she went and had some more.

And then had indigestion." — Ex.

Lemuel — "Paw, what is a talking machine made of?"
Father — "Well, the first one was made out of a rib." — Ex.

We gratefully acknowledge the receipt of the following
January magazines: Emory Phoenix, Castle Heights Herald,
The Olive and Blue, The Reveille, Blue Mountain College Mag-

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN 39

azine, The Academy Girl, Mississippi College Magazine, The
Spectator, Monroe College Monthly, The Randolph-Macon
Monthly, The Review and Bulletin, the College Reflector,
The Tattler, Ouachita Ripples, The Andrew College Journal,
The High School Banner, The Columbia Collegian, The Hill-
man Lesbidelian, The Whitworth Clionian, University of Mis-
sissippi Magazine, The Oracle, The Academian.

t ALUMNI DEPARTMENT. t

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E. C. McGILVRAY, Editor.

Expediency is a guide suitable to promote any desired
end. This motto has characterized every advance taken by
the college. For the first three or four years we had no col-
legian; but when the time was ripe, the two literary societies
took in hand the publication of the Collegian, which needed
some support in its infancy. But this subject was necessary
only for a short time, for it was soon found that with the co-
operation of the students at large that the Collegian could go
without further security being given by the societies. The
magazine has been a reasonable success. And, as the op-
portunity grew, the Faculty and students two years ago, at the
suggestion of Prof. D. H. Bishop, planned for the publication
of a college annual. Though Prof. Bishop was not with us last
year to see his plans accomplished, the students got out an
annual that compares with credit to any other of its kind. This
year we are planning for an annual with not less than one hun-
dred and sixty pages. All of the advances made by the col-
lege has been timely and good. The Law Department was
established after the college had been running for some years.
With advancements on every hand it behooves the alumni
to make some showing.

What prevents the alumni meeting at Commencement
from being one of the most interesting features of that occa-
sion? It can not be for the lack of a sufficient number of grad-
uates to take part in the program. This was a reasonable

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excuse until now; for our alumni is young and have not had time
to mature. But as our graduates are old enough and large
enough, ought we not make the alumni meeting what it ought
to be? Last year there were not in all over fifty people at the
alumni meeting, and the meeting was held in the Y. M. C. A.
Hall. The Association succeeds in holding its meeting at
every Commencement, but the meetings are not interesting
to the members of the Association, much less to the public.
This should not be the case. It should be attractive to its
members and interesting to the public. It should have an
hour for its program, and should have on that program some
of the strongest men of the Association. Other institutions
of no larger nor higher standing than ours has made this one
of the most prominent features of the Commencement exer-
cises. Then can we afford to be surpassed by every other
feature of our own college, and by the alumni of other institu-
tions? Now is the time to begin to plan for larger things. Let
us strike while the iron is hot; for it is left with the alumni
and not with the students. It is purely a matter in the hands
of the alumni. Even the Faculty assumes no authority over
it. If the alumni association would arrange to have their
program come out in the Commencement invitations, and each
member take personal interest in the Association, the Asso-
ciation would soon stimulate an interest that would make it
a success. Let us see to it, that the alumni meeting at the next
Commencement is better attended, and in fact better in all
respects.

Mr. B. C. Eaton, 1901, of Laurel, Miss., was a pleasant
visitor on the campus last Friday night. Barney made distinc-
tion whOe in College and is taking high rank as a lawyer now.
Mr. Eaton has been a success as a student, as a teacher, and as
logical and forceful lawyer. Above all, he has won the hand of
an accomplished young lady of Memphis. Barney will draw
an audience at the meeting of the alumni.

We were glad to find this write-up for one of our boys
in the Monroe papers: "Dr Dillard of Tulane spent an hour
going through the city school yesterday during his stay in

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Monroe. He was especially pleased with the science work, and
asked that copies of the 'Laboratory Manual' gotten out by the
class under their teacher, Prof. Pittman, be sent to Tulane
University for inspection. The class has just completed its
work in Zoology and will take up Botany. In this class com-
plimented by the Dean, are Misses Iris Newton, Clara Wetzel,
Clara Goodson, Daisy Strong, Olivette Broadway, Mabel James,
Addie Gladden, Ed Terry and Travis Ohver."

"Monroe and Homer are the only two cities in the State
possessing a complete laboratory. Shreveport has one but
it is incomplete as yet and cannot turn out as high grade work
as Monroe."

Dr. Dillard said that it was a pleasure and an inspiration
to him to see the kind of building in which the Monroe children
are taught to witness the kind of work going forward in that
institution?"

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VoL 8. Jackson, Miss,, March, 1906. No. 4.

COMMENCEMENT DEBATE, 1905.

Resolved, That a flexible constitution such as that of
England would be preferable to our rigid one.

The term, good government, is relative. What is excel-
lent for one people may be disastrous for another. For en-
lightened England or America, nothing surpasses democracy;
for the ignorant Turk nothing could be more demoralizing.
So, while the question from the wording may mean that a
flexible constitution such as England's would be preferable
for any and all countries, as well as it may mean that the flexi-
ble constitution would be preferable to our rigid one for America
only (since the first interpretation would involve a discussion
of the character of every nationality on the globe), we are
compelled, if we discuss the question with any satisfaction to
ourselves or to you, to argue from the latter interpretation.
Therefore, I shall endeavor to define the flexibility and rigidity
of the two constitutions, to discuss the temperament of the
people for which each is preferable and to show that the tem-
perament of the American people is best suited for working
the flexible constitution.

The flexibility of the English constitution lies in the sov-
ereignty of Parliament, and since the Commons are ulti-
mately supreme, the sovereignty of Parhament may be modified
to the expression, the sovereignty of the House of Commons.
The Lords are no longer co-equal and at some point must
yield. The veto power has long since slipped from the hands
of the monarch and were Edward's death warrant sent him by
Parliament, he would have no alternative but to sign it.
Though a monarchy in name, England is the most democratic
of nations. The Commons, the direct representatives of
the people, are omnipotent. When acting in harmony with
the will of the people, no power can stay their course. They
can abolish the throne and the House of Lords, and so long as

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England retains a throne and a House of Lords, we may-
conclude that it is the wish of the people that they be retained.

This is all that need be said of the English constitution.
We believe that it approaches perfection more nearly than
any other polity but whether it be perfect or very imperfect
does not enter largely into the discussion. Because it is as
nearly perfect as a majority wish it, and when a majority
think that a change will be beneficial they can make the
change immediately. Neither does the condition of English
local government affect the discussion. The question deals
with the national constitutions only and our nation might
have a flexible constitution and the states retain their rigid
ones.

The rigidity of our own constitution lies, first in the non-
sovereignty of any single branch of government, in the non
sovereignty of all branches combined, and at times because
of the difficulty of amendment, in the non-sovereignty of
the people themselves. The election of our president, sena-
tors and representatives, either directly or indirectly, by the
people does not insure the harmonious working of the three
branches. Any important measure to become a law must
be incorporated in the policy of one of the great parties. And
against a majority of the important measures in
the poHcy of one party, the other party is
arrayed in opposition. Not infrequently it occurs
that the democrats have a majority in the House
of Representatives, while the republicans control the Senate.
Neither party can have what it wishes, but contents itself
with thwarting the other, while the ship of state can pursue
no steady course, but merely turns round in the water. The
refusal of the Senate a few months ago to pass the bill pro-
viding for government regulation of extortionate railroad
rates furnishes an example of lack of harmony between the
two houses, even when both were controlled by the same
party.

The rigidity of our Constitution lies, secondly in the
restrictions placed upon Congress. A limited number of

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topics is enumerated upon which Congress is empowered
to legislate, and powers not granted to Congress are reserved
for the states. And this restriction is one of vital import.
There have been tremendous changes since the birth of the
Constitution. The states which at first were paramount
have grown less and less, and the nation more and more.
The subjects upon which Congress can legislate, while they
were sufficient for the youthful repubhc, have become in-
adequate for the expanded nation of today. Already a num-
ber of questions have arisen which Congress alone can suc-
cessfully manage. The tendency of all federal systems, says
Mr. Woodrow Wilson, is to drift into the unitarian govern-
ment; centralization is already our national policy, and the
more this becomes true, the broader should be the field of
legislation for Congress. That the same man may be a law-
abiding citizen in Iowa and a bigamist in South Carolina
is illustrative proof that Congress before now should have
controlled divorce laws. The recent struggle between Kansas
and the Standard Oil Company proves that a state is unable
to cope with the great corporations.

One might naturally but erroneously consider the restric-
tions placed upon Congress as a species of rigidity to which
there can be little objection. For if new and imperative
questions arise, upon which Congress is not empowered to
act, the door of the Constitution has been left open and two-
thirds of both Houses of Congress and the Legislatiu*es of
three-fourths of the states may amend it and give Congress
the necessary power. This is true in theory; in practice
it is no more true than another theory we have — that the
president is chosen by a select few, the state electors. It
is indeed lamentable that the representative bodies of the
nation cannot act harmoniously in passing amendments,
when it is obvious to all that the amendments are needed.
But it is a fault of human nature and exists in us no more
than in other peoples. It is natural for bodies of men to
wrangle. Even in ordinary legislation, a measure rarely
passes through both houses without being different when

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it leaves the second from what it was when it left the first.
This trouble is aggravated thirty-five times in passing a con-
stitutional amendment. Two houses of congress and the
legislatures of thirty-four states, because of the perversity
and disputatiousness of bodies of men, will almost never, agree.
Party organizations which increase the rigidity in ordinary
legislation tend also to make the constitution more difficult
to amend. A party amendment cannot be successful because
neither party controls three-fourths of the states. An amend-
ment that is not a party amendment must depend upon the
efforts of all. And falling under the head of everybody's
business, it becomes nobody's business and fails. The fact
that there have been so few amendments indicates the dif-
ficulty. There are but two deserving the name. The first
ten came immediately after and are really a part of the origmal
draft. The last three came when the country had been torn
with civil war and were really forced upon a conquered people.
Notwithstanding the value of the eleventh and the pressing
need of it, it was nearly three years being adopted. The
people today are desirous of electing their United States
Senators; the House of Representatives have almost unan-
imously proposed such an amendment; but the Senate prefer
not to be elected by the people, and the amendment has never
reached a state legislature. There is another method of amend-
ment, but as it is even more impracticable than the one men-
tioned and has never been used, it needs no discussion.

By the theory of our constitution the people are sovereign.
But it is not always true. In the election of sentators and
in other cases where the people wish to alter the constitution
but because of the difficult mode of amendment they are three
years in making the alteration or fail to make it at all, then
for those three years or whatever length of time it takes to
make the change, the people are not sovereign, or rather it
is the dead people of 1787 who are sovereign and not the
living people of 1905. A free people should have their destiny
in their own hands, upon questions which directly concern
the people, as for example, the income tax law, the discussion

THE MILLSAPS CEOLLGIAN 9

should be among the people or among the people's repre-
sentatives, upon the merits and expediency of the measure
at hand, and not among seven or nine men as to the meaning
of a passage that was written a century before.

Whether it is better for a people to possess a constitution
that provides for swift legislation and can itself be as swiftly
changed, whether it is better for the people to be able to exe-
cute their wishes swiftly through their chosen representatives;
or whether it is better to have a constitution that provides
checks, and restrains the people against themselves, and can
itself be changed only with extreme difficulty; in other words,
whether it is better to have a flexible or rigid constitution
depends upon the chartacer and intelligence of the people
in question. If a people are ignorant, if they have little
genius for politics, if they are of an impetuous and radical
nature, likely to form hasty and rash conclusions, if there is
danger that they will take a step that will seriously impair
the welfare of the state — a step which they themselves will
afterward regret — it is well that such a people should be
restrained against themselves and they should have a con-
stitution that abounds in checks and safe-guards. But for
an enlightened people, who possess a genius for politics, a
people not given to hasty and radical movements, and who,
when acting upon measures that vitally concern th^ state,
do so only after due deliberation — such a people need no re-
straining against themselves and for them rigid checks are
not only unnecessary but harmful.

Since the English are conceded to be such a people, there
is no question as to the constitution best suited for them.
We contend that Americans are also conservative and equally
as capable of deciding upon all questions that may arise.
In all steps that have been taken in which the welfare of
the nation was involved the common sense of our people has
always prevailed. Those measures which would have en-
dangered the republic, the people themselves have killed,
and they have urged their representatives to take those im-
portant steps that have been taken only after due considera-

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tion. The war with Spain was not demanded in a moment
of excitement because Spanish authorities were suspected of
wrecking the Maine; but the people demanded it after they
had grown weary of watching the oppression of Cuba and
they had already reached their conclusions before the Maine
was anchored in Havana harbor. The strong sentiment
today against combines and trusts and the demand for their
regulation is not an opinion the people have formed in a few
weeks stirred by demagogues and low-bred politicians, but
it is a sentiment that has been years in developing and has
its roots deep in the minds of the people. In 1896 when the
people were suffering from a great business depression and
a most brilliant orator declared throughout the country that
free silver would restore prosperity, many of the great busi-
ness men feared the result. But when the issue was tested,
the majority against the radical movement was the greatest,
until that time, ever polled in a presidential election. It is
a custom of some to despise the ability of the masses of our
people; they say that the people are not always right. But
the history of our country bears out rather the statement of
him who said, "The people are seldom wrong." The Amer-
icans have shown a genius for politics scarcely equalled by any
other people. This is why the merits of the constitutions
cannot be determined by comparing the prosperity of the
two nations. For the prosperity of a government depends
more upon the merits of the people who work the constitution
than upon the constitution itself. Would any people not
having a genius for politics have settled the disputed election
of Hayes and Tilden as judiciously as did the Americans?
(But it is useless to multiply examples along this line.) The
genius of Americans for politics has excited the admiration
of other countries. Mr. Bryce, the greatest perhaps of modem
English statesmen, says: "The American people have a prac-
tical aptitude for politics, a clearness of vision and a capacity
for self-control never equalled by any other nation." Com-
menting further, he says: "Tlie American people can work
any constitution. The danger for them is that their reliance

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on their skill and their star may make them heedless of the
faults of their political machinery, slow to devise improvements
which are best applied in quiet times."

Let us suppose for argument's sake that America is radical.
We have admitted that for an ignorant radical people the
rigid constitution is best. But for an enlightened people,
even though they be radical, we hold that a flexible consti-
tution is preferable. Because a constitution like the English
among an enlightened people tends to produce conservatism.
It tends to produce conservatism because it throws respon-
sibility directly and undisguisedly upon the people, and the
people's representatives, and responsibility ever begets a
thoughtful and sober temperament. That responsibility might
at first confuse an enlightened people does not argue against
throwing responsibihty upon them. "If a man is brought
from a dungeon, the light blinds him; but the remedy is not
to remand him to the dungeon, but to let him grow accustomed
to the light." So the remedy for a radical people is not to
remove power from them, but to let them grow accustomed
to its use.

In reality we are already making our constitution as
flexible as any of earth. But we are doing it in a way that
is alarming to those who have seen the evils of such a course
in the history of other peoples. We are making it flexible
by overriding and disregarding it. The supreme court may
by distorted interpretations make legal, measures that are
unconstitutional. But view the matter as we may, we cannot
deny that the supreme judges have interpreted the constitu-
tion to mean that which the framers of it never intended it
should mean. The first clause of the eighth section which
in the judgment of all candid men, and which Jefferson expressly
said, gives Congress power to lay and collect duties and im-
posts in order that it may promote the general welfare, has
been construed by the court to mean that Congress shall have
power to do anything that in the judgment of the court will
promote the general welfare. If this be true, no constitution
can be more flexible than our own. For by this distorted

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interpretation, any legislation may be pronounced constitu-
tional. By this method, it makes no difference whether the
constitution be easy or difficult to amend, for the constitution
will never need amending. But the danger of such a method
is obvious. This judge-made welfare clause already confficts
with the restrictions on congressional legislation and as con-
ditions change it must conflict more. As a result, the Amer-
ican people — acknowledged the most law-revering people on
earth — will behold the supreme law of the land over-ridden
in place after place. And when they see their supreme law
violated, they will lose their respect not only for that law,
but for all law. They will come to regard law as something
to be obeyed when it pleases, as something to be violated
when it thwarts them.

This over-riding of our constitution has already led to
a lack of respect for it which is clearly visible in our statesmen
today. Three years ago. Senator Beveridge declared in the
Senate, that "The Declaration of Independence and the Con-
stitution have had their day and served their purpose. The
Declaration is now a lot of glittering generalities, and the
constitution has become the swaddling clothes of the nation."
True, few — perhaps, none — of his colleagues approved of so
sweeping and radical an assertion. But that he was permitted
to retain his seat in the senate after such an utterance concern-
ing the constitution he had sworn to defend, shows a marked
decline in the reverence with which it was formerly held.
Fifty years ago, he would have been impeached.

Then at last we are confronted by this dilemma: our
constitution so restrains action of Congress that there is no
question of a need of greater freedom. We must either stay
cramped within the narrow bounds of constitutional limitations,
or break these bounds. In either case what is the remedy?

In conclusion, we have proved that our own constitution
is too rigid. That conditions change and no set of laws can
stand for aU ages and all conditions. That at times it is neces-
sary to change swiftly, and at such times we must suffer from
delay on account of the difficulty of amendment, or the con-

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stitution must be over-ridden and that the over-riding of the
supreme law will lead to a disregard for all law. We have
shown also that under a rigid constitution like our own the
people are not always sovereign because of the diflEiculty of
changing laws that were made a long time before. We have
shown by definition that the English constitution may be
changed as swiftly as conditions may demand; and supple-
mentary to this, we have shown that Americans are a people
having a genius for politics, and that they are less likely to
suffer from taking a hasty and rash step than they are to suffer
from the delay caused by changing a rigid constitution; we
have shown that a flexible constitution like the English tends
to produce conservatism; we have shown that the flexible
constitution of England is more democratic than our own,
because under it the people may accomplish quickly what
seems best for them and are not delayed by men who lived
generations before and who could not foresee all the con-
ditions that must arise. Therefore, we hold that a flexible
constitution such as that of England would be preferable to
our rigid one.

(Second on Affirmative.) W A, Williams.

ANOTHER USE OF COTTON.

June first was a bright day. The sun in glorious splen-
dor had arisen and the birds were singing their wonted songs.
Despite the congenial atmosphere there was no little sickness
on the college campus. Already could be seen groups of
fellows lying under the trees and undergoing the last stages
of Spring fever; for the last examination would be held at
noon and then would come Commencement on the next day.
But this Spring fever, although it created laziness, was, never-
theless, the means of begetting the plot of this story. Then
we must remember that sickness does not always disable; they
say that Scott wrote often while he was suffering much — how-
ever, not with Spring fever.

Let us especially notice a group of fellows under a hickory

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tree. They seem to have found a panacea for their ailment,
— for they are talking eagerly, yet now and then low laughter
can be heard, and sleepy eyes once again sparkle, as a fellow
slaps a friend on the shoulder.

"We'll take him down tonight," says Nick Broomfield,
always ready to play a trick on some one who needed it.

"Good, Nick, and you be sure to put that cotton in your
pocket!" replied Jack Marshall, a big, square-shouldered foot-
ball player.

The bell rang and students began pouring into the class
rooms to take the final examination which would last from
two until five o'clock in the afternoon. This, of course, caused
our group to scatter, and soon they were all hard at work.

Jim Lamey had always been what the fellows call "scary."
He was of low stature and was rather heavy for his height.
It was easy to see that his was of a nervous disposition. When
he spoke in reciting or conversing, his eye-hds would blink
incessantly. For him to stay in a room at night-by himself
was a thing that he could not endure. And when he went
down in town to see his girl, it was always with someone whom
he could trust.

The hours passed away and the examination was over.
One by one the fellows had come out and some of those who
came first were less fortunate than those who came last. Mar-
shall and Lamey came out last, and the former slapped the
latter on the back and said: "Say, old man, let's go to town
tonight. You haven't seen your girl in a long time. Some of
the other fellows want to go also."

"Just the ticket, Marshall," said Larney. "She told me
to bring a crowd of you fellows along and she would have a
crowd of girls. We'll go on the car and walk back; what do
you say?"

"What suits you tickles me to death," was Marshall's
answer, and he further said, looking grave, "but remember
this, old man, when we get to the cemetery, you must pull
your hat down over your eyes. Before that, by all means

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keep j^oiir hat upon the back of your head! This will be the
law of our company tonight."

It was a merry scene in which our group of fellows mingled
that night. It was in a spacious parlor in town, and a number
of the town girls were entertaining the college boys. Marshall
and Broomfield and Larney with their friends were enjoying
the evening. Larney never once though of the long cemetery
through which he must pass on his way back to the dormitory;
he knew that he was with his crowd, and he trusted them.
Nor did his crowd forget the purpose of the evening, as was
evident to any close observer who could see something unusual
in the laughter that was not produced by the games of the
evening, and in the un-called-for nudges given by the boys to
each other.

The time came to go. Larney and his college friends
bade their fairer friends a good night and departed. The
word was again remembered and spoken, that all in the crowd
should keep their hats on the back of their heads until they
should reach the cemetery, when they should one and all pull
their hats over their eyes and quicken their pace.

The white stones were visible in the pale moonlight ahead,
and Larney walked closer to Marshall. All laughing and talking
in the crowd had ceased, and the boj-s became silent and sober
as they approached the city of the dead.

The grave-yard had been entered. The boys had pulled
their hats over their eyes and begun to walk faster. But
Larney 's hat was still on the back of his head; he had either
disregarded the watchword or forgotten it. When the boys
glanced at him, they saw him trying to look fearless, but
they also saw his eyelids blinking. They knew that if he
did not pull his hat over his eyes, their purpose would be
defeated. They began to be impatient. At length, while
they were entering the middle of the grave-yard, Marshall
thought of a plan. In hasty words he cried, "Behind the
stones, each one of you!" Immediately the crowd scattered.
Larney stood in the middle of the walk not knowing what to
do. He was scared now sure enough. As was natural his

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hand went up to steady his hat which was fast moving from
its position. He gave up the idea of trying to look bold
and pulled his hat down over his ej^es. He had decided to
run. But as he pulled his hat over his eyes, there loomed
up before him a great white monster! He turned to run the
other way, but lo, it was again confronting him! Backward
and, forward, this way and that, he would try to go, but each
time this monster would float before him! He determined to
get away from it or die in the attempt. He threw off his
coat upon the ground; he grabbed his hat and tlirew it
upon the ground— then he saw the white monster no more.
But out of the cemetery he ran as hard as he could.

At midnight the mischief was over and silence reigned
amid the old grave stones. The next morning the college
boys were still sleeping when the sexton, while taking his
morning walk, found a coat, and a little farther on, a hat with
a wad of cotton pinned underneath the front part of the brim.

CUDE.

A MIDNIGHT FEAST.

Twelve loud, long strokes of the hall clock broke the silence
of the corridors; simultaneously doors opened noiselessly and
silent figures glided to the staircase and went swiftly up.
The door of the little French teacher's room had opened also
and she stood irresolute; from the opposite side of the hall a
tall, dignified figure came quickly to her side, firmly grasped
her arm, and led her up the stairs after the phantom-like forms.
Swiftly they went up stair-case after stair-case until they
stood before the door of a small, vacant room; cautiously
the door was opened and they filed in and then, as if by common
consent, all began to whisper.

At first the little French teacher was nervous and ill at
ease, but she was young and had not forgotten her school-
girl frolics, and soon the gay girlish merriment banished every
scruple of the impropriety of her presence at a mid-night
feast of the Senior class.

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An old wardrobe stood in the corner and from its depths
odd shaped, brown paper packages were brought forth.

"Where are the oHves?" suddenly asked Louise. "I
am sure I saw Ethel bring them up."

"0, I left them on my table," answered Ethel, "and my
room is way down on the first floor next to Miss Smith's."

"I can get them without any trouble," said Mabel, and
was gone before any one could protest.

Newspapers were spread on the floor and the work of
spreading the feast began. Salmon cans, sardine boxes, pickle
jars were laboriously opened by means of pocket knives; olives
were fished out with hat pins, and crackers and fruits were
scattered lavishly over the board; at last everything was
ready and everyone prepared to enjoy it to the fullest extent.
But suddenly foot-falls were heard; they drew nearer, and near-
er; the little French teacher's face grew deathly pale —
what if she should be caught!

"Get in the wardrobe," whispered Louise; no sooner
said than done; the door was shut and aU candles blown out.
The steps were coming up the stair; they paused at the head
of the last flight, then came slowly on; a hand was placed on
the door-knob, it turned, it was given a vigorous shake, but
yielded not an inch. The girls, who had expected the door
to fly open and the wrathful face of the matron to peer at
them in the dim light, were much astonished that the door
did not open. After another angry shake the hand was
removed from the door, the footsteps retreated down the hall
and died away into the distance; for a full three minutes
not a word was said; then some one sighed deeply and whis-
pered:

"Why on earth didn't that door open; are we locked in?"

"I guess so," said Mabel. "When I came back with
the olives I bolted the door, because I thought if Miss Smith
did try the door and find it locked she would think nothing
of it, this being a vacant room."

"You saved us," said several as the candles were lighted
and the feast began again.

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"Girls, do let me out," came a smothered voice from
the wardrobe.

"How could we have forgotten her," said Louise as she
hastened to open the door, but it stuck fast and it took the
combined efforts of the girls to get it opened.

"If ever I get forgiveness for this, I promise you will
never see me at another mid-night feast," she panted.

The teachers at the Senior table wondered why the girls
had no appetite for breakfast the next morning; but the
little French teacher smiled knowingly, and whispered to
the nearest senior: "The night-mares I had about being
shut into dark cells and seeing little fish snapping at me were
enough to turn one grey."

— S.
4

A TRA^IP'S VIEW OF OUR SOCIAL ORGANIZATION.

A few years since one, of the young professors of Sociology
in Princeton University spent his summer vacation in trying
to live the life of a tramp, and afterwards collected his ex-
periences into a small book.

One is struck in reading this book, A Day with a Tramp,
with the marked and yet seemingly correct distinction be-
tween country and city life. In the city the supply of labor
is greater than the demand, while in the country the condi-
tions are reversed. The whole cry in the country is more
laborers, more work, and higher prices for raw products.
The people are absorbed in the problem of obtaining suf-
ficient help to till the farms and to harvest the crops after
they have been made.

This demand for more laborers has caused the country
people to appreciate their fellows more, and has opened the
way for a higher social development of the socius. The
country shows more signs of development of the conscious-
ness of kind than the citj^ But in saying this, it should
be remembered that the conditions for the development of
the socius in the city has some advantages in the way of ed-

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ucation and rapid communication, and that the city has
in many respects outstripped the country in its developement,
but it is lacking in the fundamental principle of brotherhood
which must be at the basis of all forms of social organization.
For without fraternity there can be no permanence in social
progress.

In the city the social constitution is so rigidly formed
and so unyielding that it becomes coercive, and retards the
development which, from the natural advantages of the cities,
ought to be attained. For "the forms of social organization,
whether pohtical or otherwise, in their relation to the individual,
are necessarily coercive if, in their membership, there is great
diversity of kind and great inequality."

This condition is more noticeable in the cities than in
the country. There is a more fraternal feeling existing among
country people than among the people of the city. No country
man is ever so busy with his farm but that he is willing to
meet a stranger and hear what he has to say. The country
folk speak to the passing stranger who passes by unnoticed
in the city. This readiness to communicate with any and
all people tends to educate the lower class, and to elevate
them to a higher social position. With this growing mental
and moral equaUty of the people, the country's developement,
socially, seems to be more enduring and stable. For "the
institutions or other forms of social organization can be lib-
eral, conceding the utmost freedom to the individual if, in
the population, there is fraternity and back of fraternity,
an approximate mental and moral equality."

The city people have more sympathetic and formal like-
mindedness which seems to predominate over rational like-
mindedness.

The failure in social organizations of any kind is due
largely to the inability to appreciate the other man's position.
Under such conditions hke-mindedness can never exist. It
seems that the man in A Day with a Tramp came as near
learning to appreciate the other man's position as any one
could; but there seems to have been all the while in his mind

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a consciousness that he could better his condition by finding
other work to do. The common laborer knows how to do
only one or two kinds of work and has but little adaptibihty
to learn to do anything else. So it was impossible for the
man to live in the universe of the tramp from a mental and
spiritual point of view. He shared in a perfect way with
the tramp in his physical troubles, but this was of minor
importance when compared with the mental and spiritual
part of the beggar's nature. This failure to understand
and inability to sympathize is the one great barrier to all
social progress.

Communities are prevented from developing their social
institutions more by the lack of a mental and moral equahty
than by a lack of fraternity. These elements all go to make
up like-mindedness, and if a community is without any one
of these, it falls short of true hke-mindedness, the primary
factor in all social organization, and it can never exist as it
should without an equally developed mental, moral and fra-
ternal sense or feeling among its components. Upon the
whole our nation is developing its social institutions; but
some sections are in better condition to make permanent
and lasting development than others. Though the cities
have made more progress, the country population with its
fraternal feehng and readiness to sympathize shows more
signs of permanent social development. The west, with its
dominant spirit of democracy and its newly developed insti-
tutions, is open to a much more satisfactory social evolution
than any other section of our country. It has the same
opportunity here that it has always had to profit by the mis-
takes of the east and northeast. So the west in developing
its natural resources, has an opportunity to develop its social
institutions in an ideal way. This advantage is due principally
to the equal development of the three requisites, the fra-
ternal, the moral and the mental— all of which make up Hke-
mindedness.

E. C. McGlLVKAY.

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DUMMY.

It was on the fourteenth day of September, nineteen
hundred, that I first started off to college. I had no idea
what college life was and what it meant. I had kissed the
home-folks good-bye, and was on the train which would carry
me a thousand miles from home to a college I knew nothing
about.

When I entered the sleeper I noticed an old man sitting
in the place which was saved for me. I sat down by him,
and soon engaged in conversation with him. He told me his
name was Andrew Howard, and that he was going to New
York to see his son-in-law. He asked me if I were going to
school, and to what place. After I told him that I was on my
way to school and that I was going to Williamsburg, Va.,
he said that he wanted to tell me a story about his college life.
The weather was very warm, so we went to the rear end of
the sleeper. After rolling some "Cut plug" in the palm of
his hand, he filled his old cob pipe and lighted it. He pulled
his chair up close to mine and started his story:

"Just forty years ago tonight I was on my way to the
same college that you are going to now. There were no
railroads then; at least there were none through this section
of the country. So my father, mother and sister were trav-
eling in a cloth covered wagon. My father had bought a
tract of land forty miles north of Williamsburg, and was
moving his family there so as to be close to a school for his
children. We traveled all day and part of the night for thirty-
eight days before we reached Williamsburg. School had al-
ready opened; so my father stayed with me three days to get
me started, and then went to his future home near a village
called Cloth.

"Before I left home I shpped grandpa's old horse pistol
in my box with some powder and caps. I didn't need it,
but I thought it would be safer if one in the family carried
a gun on such a journey. I had been at school about two
weeks when several boys came around and said that they

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had been appointed by the secret order of 'Hyenas' to 'buck'
all 'rats' or new boys that came to college. Well I always
have had a high temper, and when they told me to strip off
and take twenty-five licks with a chestnut paddle, I grew
wild with rage and said that I would not take it. They told
me that I had better take it without any trouble, or it would be
twice as hard. About that time I thought about the old horse
pistol, and told them to get out or there would be trouble.
They thought that I was joking until I threw that old cannon-
mouth pistol in their faces. They fairly flew down the steps;
didn't take time to close the door.

"Next morning I found a note tacked upon my door
saying that the 'Hyenas' would attend to me the next night.
That made me madder than ever, so I stayed in my room
all day waiting for them. About 8 o'clock some one knocked
on my door and I asked, 'Who's there?' They said, 'Hyenas.'
I said that the first 'Hyena' that put his head in that door
would get shot. I stood over in one comer with the pistol.
They didn't come in at first, but after a httle the door opened
and a man came in. I fired and he dropped. I loaded my
gun and waited for another, but no other came. I went
over to examine my dead man, and found that it was a 'dummy.'
I felt better after I found out that I had shot a 'dummy' in-
stead of a man.

"The 'Hyenas' didn't try to 'buck' me any more after
that night, but they always tried to get even with me for
shooting the 'dummy'. They all called me 'dummy' as long
as I was there, and that reminds me I got a postal the other
day addressed to 'dummy' from an old school-mate of mine
who lives in Italy.

"It is getting late, so we had better retire. I wanted
to tell you this tale so you can tell Professor Martin that you
saw the man who shot the 'dummy'; he will know all about it."

J. B. Catching.

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THE RUBY RING.

It was just twilight and that strange lull which always
comes at that hour was over all; in a little old-fashioned sitting
room an old lady sat before the fire lost in reverie; her sad
grey eyes had a dreamy look as though she were living again
the days of the long ago.

"Well, dearie, you are late tonight," she said as a slender
young girl entered the room. "Did you almost forget to
come?"

"Forget to come!" echoed Lois. "No indeed! I had
to help father for awhile, and have just finished. You know
I love this hour better than any other in the day."

"I am glad you do," said her aunt, "it is dearest to me
also."

Lois took her accustomed seat on the low stool, and
as her aunt looked into the fair young face, around which
the auburn curls clustered almost childishly, she sighed.

"Lois," she said, "this is the night of your eighteenth
birth-day, and I am going to tell you a story. Do you care
to hear a sad one tonight?"

"Yes, please," said Lois. "I am always ready to hear
your stories."

Her aunt arose and took a small velvet case from her
desk, and returning to her place, she began:

"It is a long, long time since I was eighteen. We were
living about fifteen miles from a settlement, and it was very
lonely, but the autumn before I had met Robert Leigh at my
cousin's, and since then he had been a frequent visitor at our
home. He was there on my eighteenth birth-day, and as we
sat together in the moonlight we were engaged, and he placed
this ring on my finger; it was an heirloom in his family and
highly prized."

She opened the case and showed Lois a large ruby in a
richly wrought setting.

"We parted, each thinking of the bright, golden future
before us, little dreaming what sudden blight would come

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to chill our rapture. About midnight a loud ring at the door
bell echoed through the silent house, excited voices were heard
at the door, and in a moment the house was in confusion.
My hands trembled so I could scarcely dress. At last, when
I hurried into the hall, father told me that a band of hostile
Indians were coming towards our home from the north.

"In a short time the carriage was at the door and we
were ready to start; John drove and father and the boys rode
horseback. I shall never forget that ride. We went through
the thick woods; not a sound could be heard save the low
murmuring of the night breeze through tbe tree tops, and
the far-away call of the whip-poor-will. The moon hung
low in the clear blue sky, and filled the woods with its wierd
light. I watched so closely to see a tall Indian spring from
the shadows that the whole woods seemed filled with dusky
forms.

"At sunrise we reached the settlement in safety, and
at noon a hunter who lived near us came in and said the In-
dians had burned our house and were camping on the grounds.
The Governor of the settlement was an old friend of my father's,
and he offered him a position in one of the settlements on
the banks of the Mississippi. Father accepted this offer,
and we set off immediately on our long journey.

"Our departure had been so hasty and unlooked for that
I had not been able to send my lover a message, not knowing
where he was. I have not seen him since."

The soft voice ceased, and as Lois looked into the gentle
face above her a tear rolled down the furrowed cheek and
fell on the ruby, making it gleam brighter than before.

"Lois," she said, "I am going to give you this ring, be-
cause I love you better than any one else, and I know you
will keep it sacred."

She placed the ring on Lois' finger, and Lois rose, kissed
her and left the room.

Almost two years had passed since that evening. It
was a bright Sunday morning and Lois sat in the little country
church so busy with her own thoughts that she did not notice

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the dark haired young man who had entered the same pew.
She moved to make room for her aunt who was just coming
in, and dropped her glove. The stranger picked it up, and
as he went to hand it to her his eyes fell on the old ring she
wore; he started and said:

"I beg your pardon, but did that ring once befong to
Miss Lois Gordon?"

"Yes," answered Lois, much surprised, "it was hers."

The young man took a card from his pocket and handed
it to her; on it was the name, "Robert Leigh, Jr."

At the close of the service she introduced him to her
aunt, who invited him to dinner. He went with them, and
as they sat together on the cool porch he told them the story
his father had told him just before his death; how he had
searched for his lost swweetheart many years, and finally
despairing of ever finding her, he bad married another. He
told him of the ruby ring, and that was why he had recognized
it so quickly.

Robert Leigh, Jr., was often at their home after that,
and it was no great wonder that Cupid found a mark for his
arrow ere many months had passed.

— L

IN MEMORIAM.

Whereas, We have been brought to lament
the death of a class-mate, Robert P. Jordan,
which sad event occurred on February 22, there-
fore, be it

Resolved. 1st, Thatjwe, the Freshman Class,
while bowing in submission to God's will in this
matter, hereby express our admiration of the
worthy traits of character of the one taken from
us.

Resolved 2nd, We extend our heartfelt sym-
pathy to the family so deeply bereaved by his
death.

Resolved, 3rd, That a copy of these reso-
lutions be sent to the bereaved family, and that
a copy be published in the Collegian.
M. I. Moore,
W. F. Holmes,
W. A. Welch,
J. B. Huddleston,

Committee.

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

VoL 8. Jackson, Miss*, March, J 906* No. 5,

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College.

J. A. Baker Editor-in-Chief

W. A. Williams Associate Editor

R. B. Carr Local Editor

Frances Park Literary Editor

E. C. McGiLVRAY Alumni Editor

L. E. Price Business Manager

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t EDITORIALS. t

How foreign is the word, and how inadequate to
Athletics, express the true nature of outdoor sport! But
when the term is restricted in its apphcation, how
limited must be the real opportunities! The name, athletics,
recalls to our mind an interesting and bright past, but we
can neither see nor conscientiously predict a future as bright
and instructive in athletics. Some may censure us and rightly
too, for not taking more interest in campus sports, but how
can we work to the best advantage when we have no athletic
grounds?

A few years ago the College authorities forbade our playing
inter-collegiate games, and we submitted as best we could.
They told us to play among ourselves, but not even to enter-
tain the idea of playing with other colleges. It was' a hard
blow to our spirits to sacrifice such pleasure, but we took it
philosophically and applied ourselves to our studies with

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unabated zeal. Since inter-collegiate games have been taken
from us, little interest has been taken in athletics. The reason
is plain and logical; we have no grounds to play on. Since
the College was founded we have played baseball on private
property. The erection of houses on the old ball ground
has forced us to hunt for another place. We have plenty of
ground if it was only fixed. But college boys do not like to
spend their money on improving property that they can
have no interest in after a few years. If you will fix us a good
ball ground, we could better afford to forego the pleasures
of inter-collegiate games in the less attractive class games;
yet they are none the less beneficial and attractive in so far
as they go.

In order to be permitted to take part in any of the games,
we must pay a fee. Though this fee is small in comparison
to the advantages one derives when he is an active member,
yet the thought of paying — no matter how little — shuts out
a large per cent, of the students who would otherwise take
an active part. We have a fairly well equipped gynmasium
where good work can be done, but the membership is small,
and very little interest is taken in it. The students are not
free from censure; they could encourage athletics, should they
take a proper interest in them, but as I have said, they are
confined within too small Hmits, and those that are denied
them are too unfavorable to attract the students as a whole.
Should those in authority take an interest in the College's
athletics, they could not help but see the need of better grounds
and act accordingly.

The day has not yet arrived when athletics can be elim-
inated from college life without serious and permanent hurt
to the institution. The mental and physical faculties must
be trained together and in unison. When the one develops
at the expense of the other the perfect man (in a limited sense)
is lacking, but when the two are in perfect harmony the best
results are attained. Too many of us are apt to forget this,
and consequently are unable to appreciate our position. If
athletics are to be argued as a good rather than an evil, why

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confine them to the campus? I readily admit that they can
be carried to an excess hl\;e any other good thing, but by proper
and wise regulations this evil — if an evil — can be remedied.

One of the chief objections to inter-collegiate games, so
far as I could learn, was the brutal features connected with
them, especially in foot ball. The new game has ehminated
these rough features and no serious objection can be raised
against it now. As to the objection raised by some that it
takes the student's mind off his studies, I can only say that
it is more of a popular belief than a reality; instead of de-
moralizing the student it edifies him.

It may not be encouraging or even pleasant to the college
man to insinuate that he was influenced to a great extent to
attend college where athletics were encouraged, but it is never-
theless true. The boy, as a general rule, chooses from a
number of colleges the one he would like best to attend, and
he usually has his choice if his parents have no special ob-
jections. If he is inclined to athletics, like most boys, he
will select the school which gives the greatest opportunities
in this line. All of which goes to show that the boy must
have athletics in some form. Then why not give them a
fair showing, give them suitable grounds to play on and let
them try their strength and skill with the boys of other in-
stitutions? You do not fear the outcome, do you? If you
do, you certainly have no reason to fear, for have they not
shown their ability and won the name of "clean players"?

You may think the games are rough, and that your deli-
cate son, or your friend's son, will get his rosy face scratched
or his lily fingers twisted— but if this is your idea of protecting
such feminine specimens, you had better send them to some
girls' seminary or place them in some private school where
the rough boys will not hurt them. The college, where manly
boys go is no place for them and their absence or presence will
not affect in the least the college standing. There is nothing
more refreshing and exhilarating than a game of ball or tennis.
But when you take away from the players the right to play
with boys of other colleges, half the pleasure and interest

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in the game is gone. This is a natural and true feeling, for
there is nothing more conducive to the interest or spirit with
which a boy takes hold of a thing than competition.

Since we are denied the pleasure to play games with col-
leges, do not lose interest in the games and let your spirit
droop, but let each do his part in developing athletics here,
and a certain amount of interest will attach itself to these
games. If you are not inclined to play baseball, you can
join the tennis club and see what the boys have done in im-
proving the court. Grieving over what might have been will
not help matters any; on the contrary, it will make you more
dissatisfied with what is. Let us improve the opportunities
we have and may be before our energies are exhausted and our
enthusiasm dies out, those in charge will come to our rescue
and give us what we desire.

The Annual this year is going to be a great
The College improvement on the one gotten out last year,
Annual. both in quantity and quality. This is not meant
as a reflection on last year's issue, for it will
compare favorably with those of other institutions that have
equal standing. We were new or unfamiliar with the work
last year, but we have that experience to begin with, together
with a competent and efficient staff. The plans have been all
made and a large per cent, of the work done.

The Annual can only be made a success by the hearty
co-operation of the entire student body. Do not thmk because
you are a lower class man you cannot aid in the accomplishment
of its end. Your aid is just as real and as essential as that
of the higher class men, and it is the duty of us all to do what
we can for each will be judged to a great extent by its success.
Some of us may be able to contribute in several ways, and
all of us can in one way.

The cost of publishing the Annual will be a great deal
more this year than last, but the price will be only fifty cents
more. None of you can afford to leave here without carrying
one or more copies with you. It wiU make a handsome and

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appropriate present and would be appreciated by anyone. In
thus subscribing to the Annual you are making the publication
possible. You cannot get out an annual without money, and
plenty of it.

T LOCAL DEPARTMENT. T

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R. B. CARR, Editor.

Exams! Exams! ! Exams! ! !

Dr. A. A. Kern, J. L. and C. L. Neill, J. A. McKee, H. F.
Magee, 0. Backstrom and J. C. Rousseaux attended the In-
ternational Students Conference held at Nashville the first
of the month.

The Freshmen will speak on March 21 for representative
places on the Freshman contest, which will take place some-
time during the commencement exercises.

(Prof. and Mrs. Morrison, of Belhaven, entertained the
Senior classes of Belhaven and Millsaps at a Valentine party
on the night of February 14.^ It is useless to say tlie Millsaps
boys enjoyed themselves, as they always enjoy such events
at Belhaven.

Joe Baker is sick at present. It is not known whether his
sickness was brought about by the late examination in Geology
or by the approaching examinations.

On Saturday night, March 3, the members of the Kappa
Sigma fraternity were entertained in a most delightful manner
by Miss M. H. Robertson.

Mr. R. P. Jordan, a member of the Freshman class, died
on February 20 from an attack of pneumonia. Mr. Jordan
had been sick only a few days and his death was quite a shock
to the student body. His remains were carried to Enterprise
for interment.

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Thirteen members of the Sophomore class spoke before
the Faculty on March 7. Although an unlucky number, eight
of the thirteen were selected to represent the class at Com-
mencement. They are, Jeff Collins, C. H. Kirkland, W. F.
Murrah, J. M. Hand, W. S. Ridgway, C. R. Nolan, B. F. Witt
and J. C. Rousseaux.

t LITERARY DEPARTMENT t

FRANCES PARK, Editor.
The United States in the Twentieth Century.

By Pierre Leroy-Beaulieu.
(Translated by H. Addington Bruce.)

A brief outline of the contents will best show the vast
range of this "masterly exposition of the forces which have
co-operated to place the United States first among the world's
nations."
The Country and the People — Characteristics of the People,

Immigration, The Negro Problem, Increase in Population,

etc.
Rural America — Natural Conditions, Ownership, Agriculture,

Irrigation, Distribution of Products, etc.
Industrial America — How American Industry is Organized,

Leading Industries, etc.
Commercial America — Railways, Foreign Trade, The Merchant

Marine, Commercial Relations, etc.

Comparison naturally arises between this author, Byrce,
and De Tocqueville.

Bryce was a statesman. Leroy-Beaulieu is an economist
and he shows a remarkable understanding, not only of the
economic, but of the social and political resources of our
country. He differs from De Tocqueville in that the latter
had a theory to prove — democracy — and looked at every-
thing from that point of view. Leroy-Beaulieu, on the other

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hand, is a scientific observer, and as such has given us a most
valuable volume of facts and statistics.

More than one critic has pronounced his book the most
noteworthy work on the United States since the publica-
tion of the well known Bryce's "American Commonwealth."

One of the most interesting chapters is the one dealing
with trusts. As their hurtfulness to our industry is brought
out, some might think the author pessimistic. Yet much
hope is given us by the statement that "combinations" do
not, nor will in future, play the role in American industry
attributed to them. And although in the preface, it is ac-
knowledged that new ones have been formed since the book
was written (in 1904), we are told that the attempt to monop-
olize a great industry and control prices will fail unless it
receives direct or indirect governmental aid.

As to the race question the writer says: "How shall
the question raised by the presence of these 9,000,000 negroes,
and especially bv their concentration in the extreme South,
be answered?"

His answer is that, doubtless, education can assist in
solving the problem, but it is vain to hope that the negro
will be raised in a few years, or even generations, to the culture
which our ancestors required centuries to acquire. If this
could be done, it would prove the inferiority, not of the black
race, but of ours — which we should not willingly admit, and
which would assuredly seem paradoxical. And that in truth,
there is no definite solution of a problem which doubtless
must cause much trouble. "Its existence," says Beauheu,
"is a barrier to immigration into one of the richest sections
of the country, and shackles progress. It is the punishment
of slavery."

He considers the railroad so important a factor in our
development that if it did not exist, three-fourths of the
United States would be little more than desert and scarcely
more influential in the economic life of the world than was
Siberia before the construction of the Trans-Siberian railway.

After many statistics on freight and passenger rates,

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he says the prosperity of the American railway system and
the excellence of the service is undeniable. That if one wished
model railroading methods, "it would be wise to turn to those
practiced under the free American system, not to those illus-
trated by a system operated under the debilitating control
of the state."

After reading this history of twentieth century America,
we see that its author is not only an economist and scientific
observer, but also a pronounced anti-socialist.

The preface is modest and very complimentary to our
country. He says that moral worth has contributed fully
as much as our great resources to the brilliant success of
America. That the most impressive of our qualities is untiring
energy, the development of which is accomplished only through
liberty. "Every restriction on liberty, with however good
a purpose, diminishes the sentiment of individual responsi-
bility and initiative. Yet we often hear mooted in America,
as elsewhere, measures which, under the pretext of correcting
abuses, would immeasurably extend the state's sphere of
action and reduce the liberty of the citizens. It is the author's
earnest hope that the American democracy will reject such
enervating proposals and will remain true to the virile and
liberal traditions that have ensured the United States so
wonderful a growth."

^ EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT* ^

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^ W A. Williams, Editor. ^

The "Randolph Macon Monthly" has just come to our
desk. In it we find some excellent stories. The writers have
their plots well in hand, and develop them finely. "Lindys
Repentance" is a very good story, although its plot is not
very deep; it is well written, and shows that the writer is
well acquainted with that dialect. The aritcle "American
Student Life in Germany," is very interesting and instructive.
I think that more of our college magazines should edit more

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of these articles. If this were done, we would reap more
benefit in reading them. As a whole, this magazine is credit-
ably written and deserves honor.

"The Emory and Henry Era" is a well arranged mag-
azine. It contains several poems, and one especially deserves
credit, viz.: "To a Derelict Friend." But the others are
short and breezy. The plots need to be developed more fully.
The Exchange department, although it is the most difficult
to supply, is well edited.

In reading the "College Reflector," I find it to be the
best that we have received this session from them. It con-
tains some well written stories. The author of "Elder George,
the College Eccentric," shows her power of description, which
is the principle part in story writing. There is also an edito-
rial on "Jacking" in the magazine which deserves credit.
The writer has the right view upon this. It lies only in the
power of the whole student body to abolish this low and
degrading practice which has infested so many of our colleges.
There are other articles in this magazine that deserves mention
but we will not discuss them now.

"The Blue and Bronze" is a very interesting mag an e
this month. The contributions are well developed though
very short. The Editorial department is among the best
that has reached our desk this season. We congratulate
"The Blue and Bronze" on having such an excellent editor.

We are glad to welcome to our desk the "Kendall Col-
legian." This is a very good magazine, but it is lacking in
some of its departments.

No game was ever worth a rap

For rational man to play
Into which no accident, no mishap,

Could possibly find its way. — Ex.

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CLIPPINGS.

Little Minutes.
Little minutes, idly spent,

Why do you moan so sadly?
Crying, crying, all the time.
Preventing thought, or word, or rhyme.
You ever remind of my awful crime

In murdering you so gladly.
In the dark of the night,
In the dawn, or the glow
Of the sun's fading light,
You ever remind of my awful crime

In murdering you so gladly.

-Ex.

If Eve had been as

'Fraid of snakes.

As women are

Of mice;
We'd not have had to
Pull up stakes

And move from

Paradise. — Ex.

'Sambo, what's you doin' these daj^s?"

'Vse an oculist in er hotel."

'You don't mean it?"

'Yes, I cuts the eyes out of the potatoes." — Ex.

Perhaps these little jokes are old,

And should be on the shelf.
If you can do it better.

Send in a few yourself. — Ex.

A daring theft Jack wrought last night

On darling little Rose;
He stole the thing he wanted

Beneath her very nose. — Ex.

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Tommy — "Mamma, if a boy is a lad and has a stepfather,
is the lad a step-ladder?"

Tommy — "What is the guest of honor at a dinner?"
John — "He's the fellow what gets both drumsticks of
the chicken." — Ex.

'Tis better to dig and bust
Than never to dig at all. — Ex.

We gratefully acknowledge the receipt of the following
February magazines: Emory Phoenix, Castle Heights Herald,
The Ohve and Blue, The Reveille, Blue Mountain College
Magazine, The Academy Girl, Mississippi College Magazine,
The Spectator, Monroe College Monthly, The Randolph-
Macon Monthly, The Review and Bulletin, The College Reflector
The Tattler, Ouachita Ripples, The Andrew College Journal,
The High School Banner, The Columbia Collegian, The Hill-
man Lesbidelian, The Whit worth Clionian, University of
Mississippi Magazine, The Oracle, The Academian, The Ken-
dall Collegian.

t ALUMNI DEPARTMENT* t

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E. C. McGILVRAY, Editor.

Responsibility involves every rational being. Though
often ignored, it is ever present, making its presence man-
ifest to the individual conscience. By it men and nations
are induced to act and do as they would never have done
had they been left unrestrained to pursue their own personal
desires and ambitions.

Responsibility is equally binding on the rich and the
poor, on the high and the low, on the genius and the mediocre,
on the learned and the unlearned. But it is far more reaching
in its consequences when applied to college men and women.

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Some one has said that of the college graduates, one-third
never reached to any degree of prominence; one-third
died from overwork and ill health, and that the other third
ruled the world. This being the case, the responsibility
of the college man is a great one. It might seem at times
that there is too much expected of college boys. But, when
viewed from the right standpoint, it is but natural and right.
For they are at the right age to do something. They can
work with greater ease while their ideals are high and their
hopes are great. This is a time when boys will do their best.
They are willing to take the risk of failure in order to shun
the taking of their turn in the old routine way for position and
honor.

Together with the various obligations of church, state
and home, there is an obligation which all students owe to
their college. This is overlooked to a great extent by some
students. They overlook the fact that their Alma Mater
expects to keep pace with the times. They even fail to keep
in touch with their college after they go out into active life.
College life and college questions do not seem to interest
them at all. They loose tliemselves, especially when there
is a new movement on foot which is liable to call on them.
So the movement is for a ball ground. Now is the time for
us and all our friends to make our appearance. The need
of an athletic park can not be questioned. There has been
some plans made to grade a part of the campus for a ball
ground. But in order to prepare the ground as it should be,
it would detract from the beauty of the campus. So it is
almost necessary that the college should have some addi-
tional land for a park. This should be the next issue before
us. So let every Millsaps man plan for a park while there
is some available land. For it is but a question of time until
it will be practically impossible to secure any ground outside
of the campus. Every one expects the college to grow, and
nothing will add more to the college at present than a good
athletic park. To get it, it is necessary for the old men,
new men, alumni, faculty and all concerned to get into the

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movement. This is the only way to get the ball park, and
a ball park will stimulate athletics at Millsaps more than
anything else that can be done. Then let me add, this is
the work of the alumni and students. They are RESPONSI-
BLE for it.

The Alumni had better lay low if the places marked
"spot" in their old books are not what we need on the exam-
inations next week.

0, just to be in school again,
And in a careless way,
Drop one or two short lines to pa,
And get a check next day.

0. S. Lewis, '03, came through the other day on his way
to Nashville. Osborn has charge of the Braxton High School
in connection with his ministerial work at Mendenhall. Some
wonder why he goes to Port Gibson. He answers all questions;
will he answer this one?

T. V. Simmons was a pleasant caller last week. He
is still resting on laurels won in his Sophomore >ear. He
aimed to spend an hour or so with us, but stayed until eleven
the next day. He says that he is rushing the girls, but he
is just trying to fool us. Voltaire, you are indeed happy
and free. So take life easy.

Happy am I; from care I'm free;
Why aren't they all content like me?"

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Vol. 8. Jackson, Miss., April, J 906. No. 6.

A RAILROAD "AFFAIR D'AMOUR."

In the spring of '98 there was, as perhaps every one re-
members, a great overflow in the delta section, which resulted
very disastrously to all. Farms were destroyed, houses
washed away, and in many instances human lives were lost.
Transportation and communication of every kind were prac-
tically impossible except by water. The government, how-
ever, kept up the mail service by means of boats, and the
railroads made heroic efforts to resume operation, but were
successful only in places. They kept "extra gangs" working
day and night. At this time one of the "gangs" in charge
of Foreman Thomas was located at "M. C," a small station
on the V. Y. R. R. They were at work on a trestle that spanned
what was usually a small stream, but was now a torrent.
The water threatened to wash the trestle away at any time,
thus cutting off the weekly relief train that carried supplies
out of "X. N." over that part of the road.

Foreman Thomas was a married man, and kept his family
on the camp cars with him, and being a favorite of the Road-
master's, he was allowed an extra car for their convenience.
As Mrs. Thomas was a well educated woman, their daughter,
Hilda, a beautiful young girl of perhaps seventeen, did not
suffer materially for want of educational training.

Hilda was quite a favorite with the "gang," and the
flower of her father's heart, and she, being of a romantic dis-
position, was thoroughly fascinated with this mode of living.

It chanced that the operator had to be relieved from
duty for a few weeks at this time, and as the company was
unable to secure another man, they took Walter Reynolds
off of his run as flagman and sent him to "M. C." Walter
had learned telegraphy when a youth, but had never followed
it as a profession, preferring the transportation department
instead. When he was asked to go to "M. C." he readily con-
sented, for he was an ardent admirer of Hilda, and knew

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that her father's camps were located there. Walter and
Hilda had never had a formal introduction, but knew each
other by sight. She would often tantalize him by throwing
kisses at him when he waved at her from his train.

As there was no other convenient place in town Walter
took his meals at the camp cars, and in this way he was thrown
with Hilda a great deal. However, he was not with her as
much as he would have liked, for Mr. Thomas not only re-
garded him unkindly, but also looked with suspicion upon
any one that he thought was in love with Hilda. However,
he made good use of his time, and in a very short while had
won her heart and the conditional promise of her hand.
Hilda told him that, although he was very dear to her, she
could not marry against her father's wishes, and that he would
have to win the good will of her father.

It was just at this time that the regular operator returned,
which served only to complicate matters. Walter did not
wish to leave just yet, nor did Hilda want him to go. So
the two evolved the plan of Walter's disguising himself as
a day laborer, and applying to her father for work, and to
make it safe he decided to go on the night shift.

This worked effectually for awhile, but soon the night
work and exposure began to cause Walter's health to fail,
and they decided to disclose their secret. Hilda went to her
mother and explained all, but Mrs. Thomas told her that she
had, with womanly instinct, guessed the secret. She prom-
ised to try to win Mr. Thomas over, but in this she failed,
for when the subject was mentioned to him he became very
angry, and threatened to send Walter away. He finally
relented on this point, however, but forbade him ever speaking
to Hilda again. Though he disliked Walter perosnally, he
could not help admiring him for his ability and willingness
to work. The water was gradually washing away the embank-
ment around the trestle, and Walter had on more than one
occasion devised plans to keep it from immediate collapsing.

On a certain afternoon after the disclosure of their secret,
Walter requested of Hilda a private tete-a-tete for that night,
to which she readily consented, for despite the protests of her
father their meetings were as frequent as ever. At the ap-
pointed time she met him in front of her car door. They
sat down on the end of the "X-ties" and Walter, taking her
hand in his, began to plead with her to elope with him, ex-
plaining to her that it seemed utterly impossible to win her
father's approval of their marriage. His plan of elopement

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was this: They could board the relief train that was due
at 10 o'clock and go to "X. N." making connection with the
main line in to "D. S." But Hilda would not agree to this,
and reiterated her wish of not marrying against her father's
will. Walter then told her of his intention of returning to
his run as flagman, and after a formal leave-taking reached
over and kissed her.

It so happened that Mr. Thomas appeared on the scene
just at this time, and he was in a very angry mood, for he
had just left the presence of his wife, who had been trying to
persuade him to give his consent to Hilda's marriage. When
the above spectacle met his" eyes, he flew into a perfect rage
and giving vent to his anger, was about to hurl himself on
Walter when one of the men on the night shift ran up and
told him that the trestle had washed away. For a time
this filled him with consternation, and railroad man that he
was, his thoughts immediately flew to the approaching train
that was due in a few hours. The thought of a probable catas-
trophe almost maddened him, and jerking up his lantern, he
hurried off to the washout.

Meanwhile, Walter, who had conceived the idea that
perhaps if he could avert a catastrophe, Mr. Thomas might
yet give his consent to Hilda's marriage, had gone by the
depot, forced the door open, and tried for several minutes
to "raise" the operator at "H. S.," but being unsuccessful,
he went down to view the washout. After carefully noting
the situation he very soon realized that whatever was done
must be done quickly and alone, for the crowd was too ex-
cited to render any assistance. Numerous schemes suggested
themselves to his mind as to how he could cross this raging
torrent. He finally adopted the following plan:

After a close examination he observed that a few yards
below the washout the main current ran diagonally across
instead of following the middle of the stream. This, of course,
was caused by the debris of the fallen trestle. He then threw
several small sticks into the water at this point and discovered
the fact that the current, in its diagonal course carried them
within a few feet of the opposite bank before they turned
back to the middle of the stream. He reasoned that if this
were true with the sticks, two or three "X-ties" fastened
together would, since their weight was much greater, be car-
ried close enough to the opposite side to allow him to jump
off on the bank.

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No sooner was the plan conceived than he prepared
to put it into execution. In a very short time he had the
"X-ties" tied together and placed in the water. He first
fastened them to the bank unitl he was prepared for the ven-
ture. Then, after securing a red lantern and placing himself
on the ties, he cut them loose. It was a perilous undertaking
for the current bore them across the stream with tremendous
speed, and the least mishap would mean death. But soon
the crowd, which had been breathlessly awaiting the outcome,
gave a cry of triumph: "He is safely across."

The moment the "X-ties" touched the opposite side
Walter jumped off on the bank, and hurried down the track
to flag the approaching train, while the "X-ties" were borne
down stream.

He had gone only a few hundred yards before the train
rounded the curve, but he had ample time to flag it, thus
averting a wreck. Walter at once was the hero of the hour,
and when the officials of the road were apprised of his deed,
they wired him their thanks and congratulations, and in-
structed him to report for duty as local conductor. Walter
served efficiently in this capacity for a number of years. His
highest hopes were realized when his charming little wife
Hilda, meeting him at the front door one afternoon, handed
him a letter instructing him to report at once for duty as pas-
senger conductor.

Bert, '08.

WHEN TIM "PERFESSED."

Last summer while refugeeing from the yellow fever,
I came in contact with a phase of negro nature that amused
me greatly.

The crops were all "laid by," and there was nothing to
do except a few odd jobs around the place at morning and
night. This left "Tim," a young negro with too much idle
time on his hands, and the result was he got into mischief.
What he did doesn't matter, but he knew he had laid himself
liable to the law; therefore, one of their protracted meetings
being at hand, he thought it behooved him to get religion.
The sherift' was usually lenient towardfe new converts. Up
to this time Tim's part in these meetings had consisted in
banking some thicket crap game and playing the good Samar-
itan to his "thirsty" brethren by means of exilir carried in jugs.

Now Tim realized that he had reached the limit of this

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sort of activity; the authorities had "caught on to" his double
role. He felt the need of the cloak of religion. Early in
the course of the meeting mourners were called and to the
surprise of all Tim pressed forward among the first. This
sight brought "Hallelujahs" from the "perfessors" and groans
of wonder from the ungodly. In the frenzy of excitement
Tim's mother, a great fat woman, threw herself shouting,
into the arms of the "Sliding Elder," who, being a small man
and not braced for such an encounter, was instantly eclipsed.
This catastrophe only helped to inspire the congregation to
further and louder expressions of their emotions.

Tim did not choose to "mourn" long, and soon responded
with a yell to the interest in his case; louder than his mother's
rang out his "Hosannas."

But merely to profess was not enough for Tim. He
courted the notoriety of a trance. Falling forward he at
once lapsed into rigidity. He might have been a wooden man
so motionless he lay. Now to have experienced a religious
trance distinguished a country negro for all time. By some
he is regarded with veneration, and by others with jealousy.
Tim's mother foresaw that even she would hereafter be a fa-
mous woman, and Tim, deep in his trance, was aware that
he was pleasing her.

"Old Cabe," Tim's father, however, was built of other
stuff. He did not shout much, but for several years he had
been held in high esteem by his white neighbors by reason
of his genuine conversion. It was Cabe's theory l:hat a big
sinner must be longer in "comin' through" than Tim had been,
and he went forward to investigate.

"Son, "he said, leaning over Tim, "is you sho' got de
blessin'?"

No answer from Tim.

"Don't 'suit de Sperrit, bruder," solemnly interposed the
preacher.

"His eyes is seein' de glorj^ ob de Lawd," put in the
"Shding Elder."

Cabe grunted, for no one knew better than he how wicked
his son had been. But he said no more.

After the service Tim's devoted friends carried him out
into the open air, and proceeded to sing, pray and rejoice
over him, after which they expected to carry him back into
the church. As a motive for excitement, Tim would thus
last some time, and excitement is the life of a negro revival.
After a time the religious element, being wearied with their

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exertions, withdrew to refresh themselves. This gave certain
of Tim's incredulous mates a chance to investigate the real
bodily state of their erstwhile boon companion. They threw
water on him, twisted his kinky hair, and belabored him
generally, but Tim remained as inert as a log.

"I knows what'll fetch him," said one.

"Talk fas' den," some one answered. "Dem shouters'll
be back terrectly, lessen dey got mo' grub dan what I tink."

After a hurried consultation they picked him up and
carried him into a near-by thicket.

"Is yo' sho' dat hornet nes' is loaded? Ef tain't, I know
whas deys a was' nes' bigger dan my hat," said one.

His mother arriving at this instant, viewed with aston-
ishment the empty spot where she had left Tim.

"De Lawd hav' sho carried my boy off lak Elijah—
I wisht I cud a seen dat fiery cha'iot." Then remembering
herself, she gave a loud shout and fell over in a dead faint.

The afternoon service found a solemn and subdued con-
gragetion. Never before had a person in a trance been trans-
ported. Emotion was running so high that there promised
to be a fine crop of trances. The perspiring preacher called
for mourners without the preliminary of a sermon.

Things were getting just warm when out of the woods
issued a dreadful howl, and Tim burst into the church covered
with an enormous bunch of hornets! The nature of his ad-
vent startled the mourners and it needed but that Tim should
shake off a few of his assailants among them to create a real
stampede. Louder than ever rang Hosannas in that church
were the yells and execrations of the congregation, among
whom the angr^^ hornets liberally distributed themselves.
That congregation dispersed without any benediction, and
Tim's glorv was gone forever.

J. B. H., '09.

AN OLD VIOLIN.

A cold November night. The falling snow rapidly covers
the street and like a magician, changes the black ground
to a dazzling white. The strong northern wind blows fiercely
and produces an unpleasant whistle among the naked trees,
which stand stretched out in a straight line along the street.
Not a living soul can be seen on this cold, dark and dreary
night! Only the lighted windows of the beautiful stone build-
ings, which border the streets on both sides show that there

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is life inside, and the human beings enjoy the warmth and
comfort of their fire-sides, not caring at all for the single passer-
by who has just appeared on the corner of the street.

He is an old man, and his large, white beard is full of snow.
Slowly he walks on, trying to protect his poorly clad body
from the violent wind by keeping close to the walls. Some-
thing which is carefully wrapped up in a black cloth, can be
seen under his right arm. More close attention will tell you
that it is a violin — yes, it is his old and truest friend — his
violin. Together with him it has been wandering through
all his life, experiencing the sudden and various caprices of
his fate. Together with him it has been enjoying the days
of his fame, and together with him it has been sharing the days
of his poverty and misfortune. And yet it is more reliable
and true than any human friend.

A fierce gust of wind which penetrates the ragged clothes
of the old man, brings him to a halt. He stops for a moment
to catch his breath, and then walks on further, but the fierce-
ness of the wind increases and the weary, frozen limbs of the
old man refuse to serve him. A few more staggering steps,
and the sufferer sits down on the ground, turning his back
to the wind. He unbuttons his coat and with much care
and love, puts his violin against his heart. It seems to him
that the nearness of the violin sends a pleasant warmth through
all his veins. He closes his weary eyehds and an old by-gone
scene vividly arises before him.

He stands upon a stage, and before him stretches a large
over-crowded hall, which is covered by a haze. The signal
bell rings, telling him that it is time to ,begin. Slowly he
lifts up the bow and plays. The violin produces heavenly
tunes, which hypnotizes the audience, and fill the air, soon
floating away and giving place to new tunes and melodies.
He closes his eyes, trusting all to his violin. He performs only
the mechanical part of the playing, moving the bow up and
down the strings. He himself listens attentively with all
his soul to the wonderful melody of his viohn. It is an old
experienced violin, and it feels that tonight the musician
must either win or lose the love and praise of the audience,
and it plays wonderfully. And when the last sound had
died away, and the crowd before him had loudly expressed
his success by cheers and applause, he knew that it was not
his success, but the success of his violin. Since then he became
the most intimate friend with his violin. Now they were
both old, worn out and tired of life, but their friendship is

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still young. 0 , how he loves his old friend — his violin ! Tighter
and tighter he presses the violin to his heart; lower and lower
bends his head upon his chest.

X X X X

On the next morning the old wandering musician was
found dead under a pile of snow. His stiff, frozen arms
were tightly embracing a violin and pressing it to his chest.

M. Strom.

NICK COOPER'S MISTAKE.

Nick Cooper had gone from the gulf to enter the college
at the Capital of his State. Now it seems that inter-colle-
giate games had been unknown in that college, save at one
time in the long ago. He had found everything in the College
active but athletics. The Conferences, he had learned, had
long ago voted down the proposition of games with the other
colleges. Debates and oratorical contests had always been
favored. Athletics had long been in the tomb — as if men
are not just as liable to become over-enthusiastic after an
intellectual victory or over- despondent after an intellectual
defeat, as they are after a physical victory or physical defeat.

But Nick's freshman year was destined to witness a great
change in the management of the College — a change that
was destined to make history for it, to increase its growth,
and give it a wider fame. One Friday night the students
had drawn up in the Literary Societies a petition to the two
Conferences owning and operating the College, that they con-
sider this proposition again, and that only college men among
the preachers vote on it; "for," reasoned the students, "how
can men know the advantages or the disadvantages or inter-
collegiate games when a great many of them are not college
men and have not experienced what college spirit is?" This
appeal had been sent to the Conferences; the voters had de-
cided it in favor of the petitioners. The glad tidings had been
announced in the Chapel. Two hundred men had gone wild!
No orator had ever been cheered as that decision had been.

As a result of this, great plans had been arranged. The
gymnasium had been enlarged. The athletic field had been
leveled off as if by the power of Aladdin's lamp. Enthusiasm
was great. The foot-ball season was over when the petition
had been sent to the Conferences. Therefore preparation
was made to play baseball.

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As soon as the College nearest by had learned that the
College over the way had been given new privileges, they
forthwith sent a deputation— a challenge by mail was not
sufficient — and that deputation presented the challenge to
the manager of the gymnasium while he was smoking his
meerschaum. A meeting of the leaders accepted the challenge
and the first Saturday in May was the day set.

Nick had gained the esteem and the friendship of Jackson,
the manager. He had worked hard to get on the team and
had denied himself many things. But it was soon revealed
to him that he could not make the team — this year, at least.
And as Jackson had often slapped him on the back with,
"Never mind, old man, you'll get it next year!" he was con-
tent to be classed as a "Sub."

The Friday before the game Jackson was walking around'
for a little recreation and passed along the row of "shacks"
back of the Science Hall. In the fifth one was Nick's room,
and the manager turned into it. He came stamping up
the steps, and long before he had reached the door, he said:
"Open up. Prep! what you doin'?" The friends were soon
talking about the game of the morrow, and when the man-
ager arose to go, he said in a sort of careless way: "Say, I
want you to be at the depot in the morning at eight. My
little brown-eyed cousin is coming to see the game."

In every heart there are ambitions unspoken; what the
soul feels most in times of critical moment it hugs to itself,
and is satisfied with trying to see visions become real in the
future, and with imagining itself exulting in its victory and
success. Within the sacred precincts of man's mind at this
time let no one enter. He is alone with himself, though
he may be in the midst of confusion. He bears his own bur-
dens. There may be, however, possible exceptions to this
rule. One of these is when the man has some very dear friend
in whom he can confide. To that one he may, if very san-
guine, tell his hopes. But where men are strangers to him,
he keeps his secrets to himself. This was the situation of
Nick before the game on that Saturday afternoon. There
was one in that great crowd to whom it would have been
a joy for him to tell what he wanted to do, and to ask her
sympathy. It was the manager's cousin who had long been
a friend to him in his home town and whom he had seen for
only a moment at the station.

In the first part of the game a man had been injured
on Nick's side. A man was sent to size up the ability of

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the substitutes and he finally called to Nick to get ready
for work. He looked back over his shoulder upon the vast
sea of faces in the grand stand in search of the manager and
his cousin who had come to see the game. But his search
was in vain. So he went forward in a run to take the place
assigned to him.

It is not my purpose to describe minutely the great
game that was played that day before so many enthusiasts.
The die had been cast. Nick was in for the whole game.
He set his teeth and began in earnest. Wliat seemed to be
done so easily was really the work of skilled and tireless work-
men. Two great teams were contesting, whose skill and
swiftness were practically equal. It was the first inter-col-
legiate game that one of the colleges had held in many a session.
Their men were especially anxious to win, for they wanted
to start out with a good beginning. The other college was
animated by the victories of the past. They would not for
the world permit their opponents to win. This first game
was a very hard one for Nick's college. With the very high-
est enthusiasm the men yelled and waved their penants.
But Nick's team lost! What a shock it was to the fellows
who had won so many times in oratory. Wliy could they not
win on the field as well as on the platform? With depressed
feeling they saw the victors borne from the diamond.

But the men from Nick's College were not weighed com-
pletely down with their sacks "of meal" and they gave their
old yells once again. However, there was one of the nine
who hfted not his voice, raised not even his head from his
bosom. It was Nick! He had played earnestly, but he had
been the cause of the defeat of his team. Men had pointed
the finger at him and told him so. He was conscious himself
that he had made blunders. And he was glad now that
he had not seen Jackson and his brown-eyed cousin when he
had looked for them in that crowd in the grand stand.

Without a word to any one he made his way through
the tlirong of people and went rapidly as he could to his room.
He divested himself of his athletic suit and was soon in his
college attire. He sat down upoii his trunk and thought.
And what sore thoughts they were! "To think the game
might have been ours had I been able to play better! Now
at the first we have lost! Wliat will my friend, the manager
say to me? Alas, how disappointed will be his brown-eyed
cousin!" Nick arose and paced up and down the floor. What
could he do to drown his disappointment and remove the

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regret gnawing at his heart! Unconsciously he began fum-
bhng through the leaves of a book which he had taken from
the table. It was a volume of Poe's poems, and his eyes
fell upon the repeated word of the Raven, "Never more."
He thought that he should never more have the opportunity
of proving his loyalty and raising the athletic standard of
his College. He felt sure that the manager would advise
him to leave the field. And now was the time, above all
others that he desired some one to cheer him.

Hardly knowing what he was doing, he placed the book
back on the table, and taking his hat he left the room. Let
us follow him as he goes in the direction of the old head-stones
across the gully to the Jewish cemetery. He recalls the night
when he was forced by the Sophomores to sit upon that high
slab and tell ghost stories. That, to be sure, was against
the grain. But now in his disappointment, he would take
a score of such midnight hours in exchange for the hour in
which the great blow had fallen upon him. He throws him-
self into an old rustic seat and bends his head upon his bosom.

For hours he sat thus. No one saw him to disturb him.
The other men had forgotten their dismay amid the soft
music of feminine voices. The men of Nick's college dis-
cussed the game; they had become reconciled to their fate.
Nick's persistent efforts to save his team from defeat had
been the subject of conversation the whole afternoon. In
fact there were two factions — one had believed that Nick
was not to blame for the defeat; the other had believed that
he was. Did Nick have any friends in the former of those
factions? Jackson, the manager of the gymnasium, was one!
And somehow, it cannot be said just exactly how it came
about, he and his friends succeeded in convincing those op-
posing Nick that be was not to blame, and that they would
have lost anyhow.

Jackson went to the boarding house whither his cousin
had gone to make her toilet for the evening They were
soon on the campus again and strolling over the hills. They
passed along the "shacks" and looking over to the left across
the gully they saw the white marble slabs of the Jewish cem-
etery not far away. They agreed to visit the graves of Israel.
Home had been the subject of their conversation. She was
telling him messages that his sweet-heart at home had sent
to Mm. He was careless of his surroundings. And as those
words came from the mouth of his cousin — words of his true

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love at home, his feehngs were aroused and there shone in
his eyes a great deep Hght. Could she fail to notice tliis?
For her own experience had caused her to give earnestness
to her words. That experience had been encoiu-aged when
she had found some one else besides her cousin at the station
to meet her. And how could the conversation keep from
drifting to Nick?

The two cousins had been late to the game, but had
gotten in just after Nick had been called to duty. They
had watched him with earnestness, and had cheered liim
on. They had also noticed that towards the last of the game,
when there was no chance for their victory, there had settled
upon Nick's features a sort of grim despair. They knew of
his regret and of the harsh things said about him after the
game. Tliey had watched him go in silence to his room.
And now it was agreed that Jackson should seek Nick after
supper and bear the glad tidmgs to him of how the fellows
were praising his efforts where hitherto they had criticized
his actions.

The two turned a corner of the graveled walk. Upon
the seat where Nick was when we left him there they
found him still. He had thrown his hat upon
the ground; his hair was tangled and disordered. With
his knife he was digging into the old seat. The sun was setting
and its golden rays were glancing over his broad shoulders
and tlirough his dark, brown hair. They stood and watched
him in silence. When they advanced a few steps a twig
was broken, and Nick became conscious that some one was
near him. He raised his head slightly, thinking that he had
heard a voice. It seemed strange, and he hesitated to look
in the direction.

Jackson walked up, and in a college fellow's way jerked
Nick upon his feet. Roaring sounds passed through his dis-
turbed mind, and in a dazed manner, he thought that the
boys had come to settle with him for the loss of the game
So he looked upon the ground and said without a quiver*
"Boys, I know it was my fault! But why, oh why did they
call me, if they knew I couldn't play?"

"Man, come to your senses," cried Jackson, slapping
Nick upon the back. "Who said it was your fault? We
should have lost anyhow. The boys are not displeased
a bit. They were mistaken; they told me so." And then
after a pause: "Listen! They are coming now from town,
and they are yelling, tool"

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They listened. Nick raised his head. The boys were
giving nine "rahs" for each player. Nick waited in silence.
Would they yell for him? The sounds came nearer, so much
so that the names could be distinctly heard. Again the spir-
ited shouts arose. Then heard Nick a Senior's great voice
shouting: "Nine 'rahs' for Nick Cooper, the Freshman sub."
Nick threw his arms around the manager' Strong as were
both, there was moisture in the eyes of each, caused by the
sympathy of one and the gladness of the other. They turned
to go, but a vision confronted them. Nick's heart beat faster;
he knew that the gladness of this moment would be com-
plete with the presence of the manager's cousin. They looked
into each other's eyes for only a moment. Then she held
out her little white hand to congratulate him. He felt that
somehow he would always remember this hour. That look
into the depths of her eyes seemed to reveal to him that there
would be a blissful future for them together. He hesitated
what to say. It may be that the presence of the manager
kept him from saying all that he desired to say. And as
he took her hand, it was merely with, "I — thank you, Miss
Jackson, for your cheer!" C. Ude.

JACK STUART, THE INDIAN FIGHTER.

It was in the early forties that my father, a wealthy
Memphis merchant, failed, and soon afterwards di'^d, leaving
me, at the age of fifteen, with $1000 with which to commence
life.

After winding up the little business I had, I left Mem-
phis for Richmond to work in the office of a Mr. Edwards,
a close friend of my father's. The welcome I received from
this kind old gentleman was genuine and sympathetic. I
entered upon my duties with a noble determination to please
my employer. He was pleased with my efforts, and told
me if I stuck to my work I might hope to be a great bus-
iness man like my father.

Miss Annie Shaw, my employer's niece, came to Rich-
mond to attend school. She stayed at Mr. Edward's, and
consequently I was thrown with her a good deal. Soon
we were devoted lovers; she fourteen and I sixteen years old.
For two years our happiness was complete, and well do I
remember the morning of her fifteenth birthday, when I shpped
a beautiful little ring on her finger, a sure token of our mutual
love and engagement.

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But when her next birthday came, I received back the
ring with this cruel message: "This will inform you that our
engagement is broken." After this, I soon lost interest in
my work, and my grief soon told on me. I attended to my
work indifferently — taking no special interest in anything.
I determined to see Annie that very day, and fortune favored
me in this instance. I had not long to wait, for as I came
out of the office we stood face to face. She colored and
made as if to pass me, but I detained her.

"Annie, if you wish to prevent a scene, you must listen
to what I have to say."

"Well, be brief; you Imow how I feel."

"I know how you should feel."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"It is not for me to answer, but what did you mean by
sending back my ring?"

"Oh," she said, "I thouglit the message fully explained
it," and with that she left me.

I asked Mr. Edwards for a settlement the next morning,
and he didn't seem much surprised, but lead me back to his
desk, giving me a check for my full salary. I thanked him
for his kindness, and with a choking voice told him goodbye.

After six months wandering I fell in with a company
of soldiers who were returning after a short but bloody skir-
mish with Indians to Fort Washington. I joined them,
little thinking what experiences would, in the near future,
present themselves to me. I soon won the love and admi-
ration of the whole fort by my reckless passion for fighting
Indians. During this time Bob Skinny and I had become
sworn friends. For two years this friendship had grown;
we were attached to one another by a mutual understanding.
One morning I saw Bob coming toward me with a meaning
look, his eyes dancing with merriment.

"Say, Jack, old boy, have you heard the latest news?"

"No. Are we to have a skirmish with the red men?"

"Not that, but I wish it was, for we haven't had a brush
with them for a month, and I fear I will get out of practice."

"But what about the news?"

"Well," he says, "you know Col. Shaw has a daughter
named Annie. They say she is a beautiful girl and has been
at college for the past four years, leading her classes, and — "

"Say, here. Bob, cut this short and tell me the news,
if you have any, without all this introduction."

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"Well, if you will have it so, Miss Shaw arrives at Panes-
ville today, to spend some time with the Colonel at the fort,
and he wishes to speak with you. I presume he will send
you to escort her here."

"Heaven forbid!" I muttered. But he only glared at
me, disdaining to heed such an exclamation. How could
he sympathize with me, not knowing my position?

I soon repaired to the Colonel's headquarters to receive
his orders, and wasn't surprised to learn that I, with ten
picked men, was to go immediately to Panesville, a distance
of 80 miles or more, to escort his daughter to the fort. I
felt keenly the honor conferred upon me, but would have
given anything to be left out of this deal. Yet I could not
ask to be relieved without offending the Colonel, and of course
could not explain. I must face it out like a man. Three
years of active service had browned my skin, and I had no
fear that she would recognize me.

We made the trip without danger, arriving at Panes-
ville on the second day. That evening I waited on Miss Shaw,
telling her to be ready to start by early morn. She turned
a little pale when I introduced myself as Stuart, but recovered
herself instantly, not dreaming I was once her lover. Every-
thing would have been well, at least until we reached the
Fort, if it had not been for Bob's loose tongue. I had ridden
ahead with the advance guard, when it occurred to him to
relate to Miss Shaw my advent into the fort.

He is the most daring and reckless chap I ever saw,"
said Bob. "He thinks no more of danger and exposure than
an Indian brave. I think he must have had a great sorrow
in his life, but he won't talk much on that score.He told me
he was left an orphan at 15, and went to work in Richmond
with an old friend of his father's."

"What is his name?" asked Miss Shaw.

"Jack Stuart," said old Bob, and his face lighted up
with enthusiasm.

Just as he finished his narrative, I rode up and the change
in the lady's face was a study. Surprise and I think pleasure
was written on it, but that may have been my fancy.

Wlien we reached the Fort I reported to the Colonel,
who thanked me for my services. I soon retired to my quarters
to lie awake thinking of our embarrassing position, and finally
to fall asleep dreaming of happier days.

A month had passed since Miss Shaw entered our busy
little town, and once more the social functions of the town

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were to be renewed by a grand ball given by her. I received
a little invitation penned by her own hand. The ball was
on the night of her nineteenth birthday, and a grand success
it was, but I could not enjoy myself for thinking of her. I
was dancing with a pretty little brunette, trying to make
myself agreeable, when I caught Annie's eye, and I must
have looked my dejection. I had sworn that I would not
ask her for a dance, although it was a breach of etiquette.
So what must have been my feelings, when she laid her hand
on my arm saying, "Jack, will you dance with me?" I was
thunderstruck at her asking me, but managed to mumble
my thanks. I do not remember much of that dance. I
was oblivious to all about me, dancing to the mad music of
love. My awakening was rather rude and unpleasant.
Annie and I were seated under the old oak tree, and
holding her hands while we talked of those happy days spent
together in Richmond. I put the old engagement ring on her
finger; she kissed it with a loving tenderness that made me
forget everj^thing but that she was all to me. Such happiness
was too real to last, for the Colonel was before us, white with
rage before we could collect our thoughts.

My feelings then I cannot explain. I have fought with
fierce delight, hand to hand with Indian braves, but this
one man unnerved me completely. I was helpless while
he lashed me with burning words.

Annie was the first to gain composure, and said:
"Father, are you not pleased with our engagement?"

The old war veteran was a little disconcerted by her tactics.

"Engaged, indeed!" said he. "What will you do next?"

"Get married, father," was her prompt reply, "and with
your blessing."

The old fellow roared and swore; said he would have me
court-martialed if I ever spoke to her again. I became des-
perate, fearing I might lose my darling after so many years
of separation.

"Oh, sir, do not blast our happiness by your refusal."

He walked off with Annie, disgusted with me. He would
not give his consent, but I was not court-martialed when next
he saw me talking to her.

X X X X

The next spring the Indians began to give us some trouble;
several of our boys were shot by roving bands of warriors.
Late in May we took up the trail of a band of warriors who
had stolen horses and cattle on a stock farm only five miles

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away. We were gone two days before we caught up with
the marauders. Giving them a thorough thrashing and re-
capturing the stolen horses and cattle, we turned home-
wards.

I was despatched ahead with the news, a full twelve hours
ride ahead of our little band. When I reached the fort I
saw the bodies of slain Indians piled upon one another about
the entrance. Then I looked toward the gate, but thank
God it was closed and I saw old Bob keeping watch.

"What means this, Bob?" and I pointed to the dead
Indians.

"Ride in, Jack," and old Bob opened the gate. "Twelve
good men killed and Miss Annie gone."

"Gone where, man," and I leaped from my horse.

"She was riding to the farm yesterday to see about a
horse her father was going to buy for her, when down swooped
three Indians on their ponies. When she saw them she turned
her horse toward the fort, and such a race I never saw before
in all my life! Her hair was flying in the breeze, and she was
riding for dear hfe! She was circling around them, and I
believe she would have gained the fort, but just then she
was surrounded by a whole band of saveges. They took her
away yesterday evening after we had beaten them off."

I thought over this while my horse was eating, and made
up my mind to rescue her or leave my bones to bleach on some
barren waste. I know the trail they would follow, so had
no fear of not coming up with them, but effecting her rescue
was what puzzled me.

At last it was dark, and I rode through the gate in silence,
while Bob with a "God help you, Jack," closed it behind me.
I rode on till day break, but could neither see nor hear of
any Indians, and I was beginning to fear I had lost the trail
when I noticed a large pile of fresh ashes where they had
camped the previous night. I knew it would be unsafe to
go further yet awhile. I turned my horse loose to graze,
and lay down for a few hours sleep.

It was late in the afternoon before I awoke, nearly fam-
ished; I built a little fire and broiled a piece of venison. Hav-
ing satisfied my appetite, I saddled my horse and began the
search. I soon came to a little creek where I noticed they
had crossed that very day. My heart beat high with hope
and expectation. As I neared the sleeping village everything
seemed quiet. I hid my saddle and bridle where even the

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keen eye of an Indian could not find it, and led my horse to
a dense thicket so he would escape their notice.

I approached the tents with great caution, circling around
them so as to have some idea as to Annie's tent. At last
I noticed a large tent further separated from the others than
usual, and I concluded that it must be the one that she oc-
cupied. I crawled along through the weeds to one side of
the tent and listened. I heard a soft sob near me, and at
first thought it must be on the outside. I pushed aside the
deer skins and in a low whisper called to Annie; she heard
me and answered in a glad cry, "Jack."

I placed my hand on my heart for fear the sleeping de-
mons would hear its beatings and waken. I told her in as
few words as possible that we must leave immediately. She
said her horse was to the south of the tent and that she would
meet me there in half an hour.

I found my horse, saddled him, and repaired to the place
of meeting. My heart beat violently as I approached, fear-
ing she had been detained or captured. My fears were ground-
less on that score, for I saw her as she straightened up to
leap on her horse, and a crouching form, unmindful of my
presence, sprang to catch her bridle rein. I knew the game
was up or we must ride for it. I shot him as his hand caught
the rein, and his shout with the report of the pistol aroused
the village.

A mad ride for life or death of fifty miles lay before us,
and our pursuers only two hundred yards behind. Annie
bore up well under the excitement of that dark ride. As
day began to break, our horses were tired out, but they did
their best. When the sun rose we were only two miles from
the fort, but our pursuers were upon us. There was nothing
for me to do but fight for it, so I told Annie to ride on,
and I would beat back the savages. I turned upon them
with no hope of final victory, but with a determination to
have as many lives as possible for my own. I knew she would
reach the fort in safety, for there were only two in the lead,
and I disposed of them in short order.

^ ■. I had fired my last ball when I saw my enemies turn and
flee. Glorying over my victory and watching their flight,
I was surprised to see my old comrades in hot pursuit.

During those long days of delirium (for I was severely
wounded) her face was ever before me. Sometimes she would
lead me through beautiful avenues into some quiet, secluded
spot, and there all cares and pains would leave me, and my

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soul would feast upon her beauty. If only such deep love
and happiness could last through life, what a paradise this
old earth would be!

How can I ever forget that transition from the delirious
to the conscious state. A fine morning it was and the sweet
perfume of the flowers filled my room with a fragrance that
only the sick can fully appreciate. With my eyes closed,
dreaming of the delight and pleasure in store for me when
I should open them and behold that vision of perfect love-
liness that I had raved about in my madness, she touched
my lips ever so lightly, and my heart swelled with love and joy.

When she saw such pleasure written on my face, and
felt that she was caught she could not deny me an explanation
of our broken engagement.

"When I sent back your ring my heart almost broke,
for I loved you with all my heart and soul. I cannot now
understand why I sent it back, except that my pride and
jealousy were aroused when I saw you paying so much at-
tention to little Kitty Lewis. I didn't expect you to keep
it, but thought you would give it back, and — and beg my
forgiveness. And when I met you on the street it was such
a sudden surprise and you left so soon afterwards that I did
not have a chance — "

"Make no apologies, for I have been to blame. I was
too young and hot-headed to see my mistake then. After
all, may be it has turned out for the best, for who can say
that we would be together now if it hadn't been for that es-
strangement?"

Nix."

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

VoL 8. Jackson, Miss*, April, J 906. No. 6.

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College.

J. A. Baker... Editor-in-Chief

W. A. Williams Associate Editor

R. B. Carr Local Editor

Frances Park Literary Editor

E. C. McGiLVRAY Alumni Editor

L. E. Price Business Manager

J. C. Neill, J. C. RoussEAUx - Assistant Business Managers

Remittances and business communications should be sent to L. E. Price,

Business Manager. Matter intended for publication should be

sent to J. A. Baker, Editor-in-Chief.

Issued the 1st of Each Month During the College Year.

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

J T

i EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT i

± . £

It would indeed be a difficult undertaking
Writing, to estimate the influence and power that is
an Educator exerted by the man of letters. All subjects
and questions are treated by him. No phase
of life has not been touched on. In short, his field is not
limited but is boundless. No other profession or vocation
in life has such material to work on, nor can they attain such
exalted greatness and power as are attained by the great
writers. The name of a patriot or conqueror may live on
the pages of historj^ and in the hearts of the people for a few
centuries, but the memory of a Shakespeare will never die.

Some may refer me to an Alexander or Caesar and say
that their names have lived and will continue to be cited
as examples of greatness. But these men failed in the ac-
complishment of their purposes. Alexander undertook to con-
quer the world and failed. With his death all his power

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fled, and his magnificent structure crumbled and fell. The
idea of uniting the world in one grand empire was not only
the hope and ambition of Alexander, but Rome came nearer
in realizing such an undertaking. With Shakespeare it was
different. Whether it was his ambition to win such fame
as is now given him, I cannot say. But it is true that his
influence is widely felt, and that he has given to the world
works that will stand.

But what has that to do with the college student? Can
he hope to be another Shakespeare? The higher your ideals
and the harder you strive to attain these ideals the greater
will be your success. In college you have every advantage
to improve your efficiency as a writer, and should you fail
in this your education would be incomplete. There is none
to deny the great advantage of a clear and forcible statement
and this is acquired only by writing. The opportunities you
have to improve your ability as a writer are many. The
editor of the Collegian has so often appealed to you for
your contributions that he feels a delicacy in even mentioning;
it now. But your patriotism and the pride and interest
that you should feel in the publication of the college magazine
if for no other reason, should induce you to write for it.

When you understand the nature of the Collegian;
know that it is published solely by the students and for
their interest, you might be induced to exert yourself a little
and make it a greater success. The college's standing is in
your keeping, and largely is it judged by the quality of our
publication. Our professors feel the truth of this statement,
and have made inducements to the students — offered a prize
for the best contribution.

In thus writing for the Collegian you are not only raising
its standard but you are improving your education and make
ing possible a greater success in life.

A good library is a valuable possession,.

The New and when it is a part of the college, its val-

Library uableness increases. But in order to have

a good library, good taste must be shown

in the selection of books and periodicals together with an

endowment sufficient to cover expenses. To meet the

first demand, Professor Walmsley, who is intimately associated

with the college and thoroughly acquainted with the demands

of the librarj', has charge of this department. And by the

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liberal donations of Mr. Carnegie and Major Millsaps, we are
enabled to erect a library building and increase its endowment.
The plans for the building have been selected by Mr.
Carnegie and will be completed at a cost of $15,000. This
will be constructed out of gray stone, and suitably finished
on the inside. While the location has not yet been decided
on, we are confident that it will be selected where it will show
to the best advantage.

\- By the liberality of Major Millsaps the endowment has
been increased $15,000, which with the books and funds
we have, places us in possession of a very valuable library.
We already have a very good collection of books and mag-
azines, but feel that their number can be increased with great
benefit to the students.

ATTENTION, TEACHERS!

Only a few more weeks now till the great meeting of
teachers in Jackson. The city promises to take care of all
who will come, but in order to save inconvenience it will
be well to drop a postal to E. L. Bailey, Chairman Local
Committee, to have room reserved for you. Rates $1.00
to $3.00 per day. All railroads have promised rate of ONE
FARE plus 25 cents. See that your local agent has tickets
on hand. Tickets on sale May 2, 3 and 4.

Respectfully,

T. P. Scott, Secretary,

Brookhaven, Miss.

-♦- LOCAL DEPARTMENT* -♦-

± ±

The following young men were appointed by the fac-
ulty to represent the Freshman class in the contest for the
Freshman medal. Commencement: Messrs. Flint, Griffin,
Williams, Mullens, Huddleston, Cooper, Keith, Zung, Beraud,
Brooks, Ruff and Bowman.

Wanted. — Big words. — GrifBn and Mohler.

Being the occasion of the anniversary of the installation
of their chapter at Millsaps, the Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity
entertained their friends on the night of April 7.

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Lost, Strayed or Stolen. — A translation of Horace.
Return to Dr. Swartz and receive reward. — A. L. Rogers,
and E. C. McGilvray.

The latest development in the social circles of Millsaps
originated with the co-eds. The other clubs, organizations,
feats, etc., have taken down their sign, and left the stage
of action clear for the Gigglers club. When in session it re-
minds one of a flock of blackbirds in a beech tree in October.
At the first meeting, as is always a girl's failing, they decided
to let the secrets be known to a few boys, and elected C. C.
Applewhite as Chief High Giggler, with Minor Frogs as fol-
lows: John Carlton, tenor; C. L. Neill, alto; and Prof. G. W.
Huddleston, Old Frog, bass.

On Friday night, April 6, the members of the Kappa
Sigma fraternity gave their annual spring reception.

Our annual revival closed Friday night, March 30. It
was conducted by Rev. Paul Kern, of Nashville, brother
of our Dr. Kern, of the chair of English. Mr. Kern, as an
orator has few superiors, and as a preacher he is earnest and
forceful; as a result his appeals did not fail to reach those
who heard him. There were fifteen conversions. Taken as
a whole the meeting was by far the best ever witnessed by
the student body.

Dr. Murrah appointed two members of the faculty,
Professors Walmsley and Kern, and three members of the
student body, Messrs. Mohler, Neill and Williams, to draft
a set of resolutions showing our appreciation for the gen-
erosity of Mr. Andrew Carnegie in giving the college $15,000
with which to build a magnificent library on the campus
Major R. W. Millsaps for $15,000 endowment for the library,
and our life long friend and president of the Board of Trus-
tees, Bishop Charles B. Galloway for his activity in securing
the donation.

The resolutions were drafted and unanimously adopted
by the faculty and students and were ordered published in
both of the Jackson papers, and the New Orleans Advocate
and the Millsaps Collegian, and also copies to be sent to Mr.
Carnegie, Major Millsaps and Bishop Galloway. Work on
the building will be begun at once, and will be completed
by the beginning of the next session. It will be used exclus-
ively for libarry purposes. The only extra rooms will be
for the offices of the librarian.

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Mr. J. L. Neill, the business manager, states that the
interest continues to grow in the Bobashela. The material
has all gone to the engraver, and he states that the proofs
for zinc etchings and half tones are arriving in ever^' mail,
and that he will have it out by May 15. The general make-up
of the annual is far better than last year's, and when we recall
the fact that the one published last year was among the best
if not the best published in the South, we can look for some-
thing this year which not only will be a credit to Millsaps
College, but also a great advertisement to the city of Jackson.
The Art department is to be the leading feature with sixty
pen drawings, cartoons, etc., made by the students of the
college. All phases of college life from "first prep" to "Senior"
will be illustrated. The faculty has not escaped the eye of
the artist, and some of their characteristics which they have
never seen will be portrayed vividly. The price of the Boba-
shela will be $2.00 the copy. tThe business manager has
already secured 215 subscriptions from the student body,
and expects to make it 250 when he has received the subscrip-
tions from our Alumni. Give him your name and the number
of annuals you want at once.

At the recent International Students Convention, held
in Nashville, Tenn., the delegates from the nine colleges of
Mississippi, seeing the need of missionary spirit among the
students throughout the state, met and elected one student
from each college and they are to compose a committee for
the promotion of this work among the students. The com-
mittee is as follows: J. W. Willis, A. & M. College; Walton,
Universitj^; Canna, ^lississippi College; Miss Byrd, Meridian
Female College; Faulk, Meridian Male College; J. A. McKee,
Millsaps College; Miss Smallwood, 1. 1. & C; Miss May, Grenada
College; Miss Cooper, Whitworth College; and Miss Sumrall,
Blue Mountain College. Mr. J. W. Willis was elected chair-
man; Miss Smallwood, Secretary; J. A. McKee, Treasurer.
As a basis for work, and a plan which has met a hearty response
from many to whom it has been presented, the committee
has undertaken to raise six hundred dollars, the cost of sup-
porting an active missionary in the field, by June 1. This
links almost the entire student body of the state in one com-
mon cause and should certainly meet a hearty response from
every one. So far as we know, Mississippi has taken the
lead in spreading the work of the Convention. Every one
should rally to the cause and help this commJttee to make
success of its undertaking.

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LITERARY DEPARTMENT

t

.Frances Parkj^o^

"SIDNEY LANIER"
By Edwin Mims.

There is now for the first time an adequate Hfe of Sidney
Lanier, by Edwin Mims, Professor of Enghsh Literature in
Trinity College, N. C.

As student, teacher. Confederate soldier, lawyer, mu-
sician, lectures at John Hopkins University, poet and essay-
ist—in each of these callings we follow with intense interest
the account of the struggles and achievements of one of the
first "princes of American song."

The biographer does not fix Lanier's rank as a poet.
The time has not yet come for a final valuation. His defects
are frankly pointed out in these words:

"He never attained, except in a few poems, that union
of sound and sense which is characteristic of the best poetry.
The touch of finality is not in his words; the subtle charm
of verse outside of the melody and the meaning is not his
— he failed to get the last 'touches of vitalizing force.' He
did not, as Lowell said of Keats, 'rediscover the dslight and
wonder that lay enchanted in the dictionary.' He did not
attain to the perfection and the precision of the instantaneous
line."

Yet if Lanier lacked in power of expression and in time
for revision of his work, we are left in no doubt that he is
entitled to a place among the genuine poets of America. That
no American anthology would be complete that did not con-
tain a dozen or ccore of his poems, and no study of Amer-
ican poetry that did not take into consideration twice this
number.

Professor Mims questions the right of Lanier to be placed
among the dozen best American critics. He says that he
did not have the learning requisite for a great critic, and
consequently has a tendency to indulge in hasty general-
izations. He vigorously expressed his dislikes in literature
in the same degree that he excessively praised some men.
Yet he had remarkable insight into literature, in spite of his
strong prejudices and lack of great learning. He was a great

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admirer of Chaucer (in fact all Anglo-Saxon writers) and
spoke of his works as full "of cunning hints and twinkle-eyed
suggestions which peep between the lines like the comely faces
of country children between the fence bars as one rides by."
As with Keats', so with Lanier's name there will always
be associated the "glory of the unfulfilled life" — a glory that
far exceeds the actual work of such men. The biographer
quotes the poet's own words: "I know, through the fiercest
tests of life, that I am in soul, and shall be in life and utter-
ance, a great poet." It goes without saying that the founda-
tion for this confident ambition was laid in his musical genius,
his reverence for science and scholarship, his appreciation
of nature, and his great love of man. Professor Mims says
that perhaps there are no two single lines in Americaa (poetry
which expresses better the deeper meaning of love than these:

"I marvel that God made you mine;
For when he frowns, 'tis then ye shine."

They were addressed to his loyal and heroic wife, and
the place given her in this biography links her fame with his
as is Clara Schumann's with that of the great German mu-
sician. She has shown herself worthy of his praise in educating
her young family, despite poverty and sickness.

She must have sustained him greatly in the bouyant
spirit with which he held off that consuming disease, as an
intimate friend said: "Like a true knight errant, never dis-
heartened by difficulty, never despondent in the face of dan-
gers, always brave, full of resources, confident of ultimate
triumph."

The poet's letters to members of his family and intimate
friends are appropriately used in the story of his Ufe. He
was an excellent letter-writer, and in no other way could
we be made to feel so strongly the qualities of one of the rarest
and finest personalities we have yet had in America.

The biographer says that if one relied on a single poem
to keep alive the fame of Lanier, he should select "The Marshes
of Glynn," "with the assurance that there is something so
individual and original about it, and that, at the same time,
there is such a roll and range of verse in it, that it will surely
live not only in American poetry, but in English. Here the
imagination has taken the place of fancy; the effort to do
great things ends in victory, and the melody of the poem cor-
responds to the exalted thought."

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"And now from the Vast of the Lord will the waters of sleep
Roll in on souls of men,
But who will reveal to our waking ken
The forms that swim and the shapes that creep
Under the waters of sleep?
And I would I could know what swimmeth below when the

tide comes in
On the length and the breadth of the marvelous Marshes of
Glynn."

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT.

W A. Williams, Editor.

The "Randolph-Macon Monthly" is one of the foremost
college publications in the entire country. The editors ex-
press themselves in the experienced style of veterans and
the contributions are all meritorious. The March number
contains sixty seven pages of reading matter, of which there
is not a contribution but is a credit to its writer. Poetry,
stories and essays abound in the right proportion to form a
well balanced magazine. "College Training" is one of the
articles of a heavier nature, and though an old subject, is
admirably treated. The best thought that the writer brings
out is, that of the two chief purposes of college education,
the training of the mind and the strengthening and develop-
ing of character, the latter is by far the more important.
In the tribute to "General Nathan Bedford Forrest," the
writer devotes nearly half his time to generalizations before
arriving at the subject of his paper; these generalizations
however contain thoughts so well expressed that the reader
does not regret that so much of the paper is given to them.
The portion given to the treatment of General Forrest is largely
narrative history, well written and containing information
that will interest the student of history who has not heard
Bishop Gailor's lecture on the same subject. "Alas, too
Late," is a story that evidently was not written to draw a
moral, but it contains humor of a fine kind, is true to life
and is to be complimented both for style and diction. "The
Ways of Man" is a short story, excellent for its humor; how
Moses and his father got the "old 'oman's" order confused
is extremely ludicrous, and the plan the old darky devises

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to escape the reproaches of his "discomverted" partner by
teUing her he "cod'n' fin' none of dem things she specified
on dat meranda," is remarkably true to negro character.

"The Review and Bulletin" is one of the best edited
magizines that comes to our desk. In the last issue is a strong
editorial on honesty in college papers. The editorial is written
with reference to commencement exercises and other con-
tests rather than with refenerce to examinations. The ed-
itorial is timely, coming as it does when students all over
the South are making preparation for such contests. All
the departments are creditable, and there is some good orig-
inal verse. The magazine is deficient in stories, however;
this issue has but one short story and it does not rise above
the mediocre.

We are glad to welcome "The Polyteclmian." It con-
tains a number of readable articles, the most instructive of
which is "Harvard University." In this article the writer
discusses Harvard's elective system, the opportunity to obtain
a degree in three years, and the University's splendid equip-
ments. "A Heroic Deed" is a typical college story; the point
at which Mary takes her little sister and risks both their lives
to save her sister's is intensely exciting and the reader is held
in suspense until they are rescued.

"Castle Heights Herald" is one of our most appreciated
exchanges. It always contains some well written stories and
essays, and has the best joke department that comes to us.
The exchange editor also deserves praise. He has the power
of summing up a in very few lines the strong and weak points
of his exchanges and his brief criticisms enable him to review
a large number. In his editorial the editor makes a very strong
appeal for a moral reformation. We hope that the editor
does not mean for us to infer that jealousy exists among
the members of the editorial staff, or that the students at
Castle Heights really "cuss." And yet the editorial implies
as much. The four orations of the Washington's Birthday
Contests published in this issue are all on old subjects, but
are very good. In the oration, however, on Benjamin Franklin
if the omission of quotation marks from the closing parargaph
be not the fault of the printer, the writer is guilty of a grave
offense; for with the exception of a single sentence the entire
paragraph is taken from Graves' Eulogy on Grady.

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN 33

The last issue of the "Blue Mountain College Magazine"
shows a marked improvement both in the covering and con-
tents. "When Greeks and Romans Meet" is a well written
story and holds the attention of the reader throughout. "The
Reconciliation" and "How this Turned" are love stories, both
of which are well worthy of mention. The series of poems
on Christmas are all good. Both the local and the joke de-
partments are commendable; the editorial and exchange
departments need more attention. On the whole this is a
creditable issue and comes up to the magazine's old standard.

♦ ♦ ♦

I had von leedle pony

E'es name was Handy-lit;
I lent him to a Senior

To get e'es Latin mit.
He trotted him. he galloped him,

He rode him all the night;
I would not lend mein pony now,

To save a Senior's life. — Ex.

♦ ♦ ♦
NOT ELECTIVE.

We may live without cities, gyms and frats,
We may live without racquets, baseballs and bats.
We may live without chums, and live without cronies.
But "Varsity" men cannot live without ponies.

We may live without debates; what are speeches but grieving?
We may live without co-eds; what are girls but deceiving?
We may live without shows, and live without hacks,
But "Varsity" men cannot live without jacks.

— Tom Riley, in Review and Bulletin.

♦ » ♦
TRULY LOYAL.

A book agent in St. Louis,
Who had traveled long and far,

Said: "Can't I sell you Shakespeare?"
To the man behind the bar.
And the "bar-keep" answered, "Neffer,"

For I know already yet.
Dot our Busch's beer and our Lemp's beer,
Beats your Shakes-beer! Can't you bet." — Ex.

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Here lie the bodies of
Obediah Wilkinson
and
Ruth Wilkinson,
his wife.
Their warfare is accompUshed. — Ex.

Mr, Jones — If I should die, pet, would you follow me
to the grave?

Mrs. Jones — I might, my dear, but I wouldn't care to
follow you further — Ex.

The Sophs saw something green, 'tis true;

They thought it was the Freshman class;
But when they closer to it drew.

They found it was a looking glass. — Ex.

Little Jack Homer sat in a corner

Eating concentrated lye.

When his mother came in

He had emptied the tin —

And they will meet in the sweet bye and bye. — Ex.

"This is a grave mistake," exclaimed the man when he
found he was weeping over the wrong tombstone. — Ex.

LET ME DREAM.

BY JAMES R. LAUGHTON.

When the surging billows swell,
I am dreaming, Clarabel,

Dreams of thee;
And the visions come and go
Like dim shadows to and fro,

Ever free.

For my heart is ever thine.
And I worship at thy shrine,

Clarabel.
Though the seas between us roll
With their never-ending dole.
Yet I feel upon my soul

Love's strong spell.

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Stay, oh stay thee, happy hour,
With thy soul-enchanting power.

Heavenly gleam!
Bid Time falter on his pinion
At the prayer of sweet love's minion.

Let me dream.

— Randolph-Macon Monthly.

ALUMNI DEPARTMENT.

E. C. McGILVRAY, Editor.

We sincerely hope to see a very great number present
at the Annual Alumni Reunion. It seems that every alumnus
is due it to himself to return to his Alma Mater once a year
at least, to mark its progress and to greet the new members
of the Association. Commencement is rapidly approaching.

We feel somewhat slighted in not having an occasional
visit from our Alumni who live in town. There are only four
of their kind, and we think they ought to show their appre-
ciation of this fact. The lady member of the class of 1906
is loyal and true to every feature of college life. No one
questions her loyalty next year.

No one would have thought that W. C. Bowman, a former
Alumni editor, would visit the college without giving us a
lot of Alumni notes. Mr. Bowman knows how hard it is to
write up the notes when he knows nothing relating to the
Alumni.

Every member of the Alumni is glad to note the success
of Wynn HoUoman, who graduated in 1900. He is now a
partner in one of the strongest law firms in Louisiana. He
is also Superintendent of the Sunday School in the First
Methodist Church in Alexandria.

Rev. J. W. McGee was a welcome visitor to the campus
recently. He was all "laughs" and smiles, as usual, and
was very proud to see the boys. It seems natural to hear
Brother McGee laugh. He is doing more this year for the
Library than any other member of the Alumni.

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his chosen profession of law.

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THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

VoL 8. Jackson, Miss., May, 1906. No. 7,

"THE CHILD SPY."

By Alphose Daudet.

(translated by a MILLSAPS STUDENT.)

He was called Stenne, the little Stenne. He was a child
of Paris, sickly and pale, who might have been ten, perhaps
fifteen, years old — one never knows about these urchins.
His mother was dead; his father, a former Marine, guarded
a square in the Temple quarter. The babies, the nurses, the
old ladies with their camp-chairs, the poor mothers, all the
slow walking people of Paris who come to take shelter from
the carriages in these gardens bordered with foot-paths, knew
Stenne's father and worshipped him. They knew that under
this fierce looking mustache, terrible to dogs and loafers, was
hidden a good tender smile, almost maternal, and that, to see
this smile, one had only to say to the good-natured man:
"How is your little boy?" ....

He loved his son so much, this father Stenne! He was
so happy, in the evening, after school, when the little fellow
came to get him, and then they took together a turn in the
walks, stopping at each bench to bow to the frequenters, to
acknowledge their kindness.

With the siege unfortunately everything changed!

Father Stenne's square was closed, they put petroleum
in it and the poor man, compelled by an incessant watch,
passed his life alone in the abandoned and overthrown blocks
of masonry without fretting, no longer having his son until

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very late in the evening in doors. Then too, one should have
seen his mustache, when he spoke of the Prussians! Little
Stenne himself did not complain too much of tliis new life.

A siege! It is so amusing for the urchines! No more
school — hoUdays all the time and the street as crowded as a
iair ground.

The child remained outside imtil evening, running about.
He accompanied the district battalions that went to the
rampart, selecting in preference those which had good music;
and on that, httle Stenne was very well informed. He told
you very easily that the band of the 96th was not worth much
but in the 55th they had an excellent one. At other times, he
watched the soldiers drill. After that, there was the dis-
tribution of food to the people, who formed themselves in rows
at the public stations. With his basket under his arm, he
joined these long rows which were formed in the darkness
of the winter mornings with no gas to hght them at the gate
of the biitchers and bakers. There, with his feet in the water,
he made some acquaintances, he talked politics, and as he was
Monsieur Stenne's son, each one asked him his opinion. But
the most amusing tiling of all was this famous game of "ga-
loche," that the Briton soldiers had made fashionable during
the siege. When little Stenne was not at the rampart nor
the bakeries, you were sure of finding him at the game of
"galoche" in the square of the Chateau-d'Eau. He did not
play, to be sure; it required too much money. He was con-
tented to watch the players!

One especially, a tall man wearing a blue linen coat, whose
stakes were always silver dollars, excited his admiration.
When that one ran one heard the coins ringing in the bottom
of his coat pocket. One day, while picking up a piece that had
rolled under little Stenne's feet, the tall man said to him in
a low voice: "You look with amazement at my money, do
you not? i\h, well, if j^ou wish I will tell you where one finds
it."

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN 7

The game finished, he led the boy to a comer of the square
and proposed to him to come with him to sell papers to the
Prussians. He had thirty francs for the journey. At first
Stenne refused, very much infuriated; and in consequence
he remained three days without returning to the game — three
terrible days! He no longer ate, he could sleep no more.
At night he saw piles of money arranged on the foot of his
bed, and very bright dollars that were spun flat sided. The
temptation was too strong. The fourth day, he returned to
the Chateau-d'Eau, allowed himself to be persuaded.

They set out on a snowy morning, a bag of coarse cloth
on the shoulder, the papers hidden under their blouses. When
they reached the gate of Flanders, it was scarcely daylight.
The tall fellow took Stenne by the hand, and, approaching
the sentinel — a good looking private who had a red nose and
who looked kind — he said to him in a pitiful voice: "Let
us pass, my good sir. Our mother is sick, father is dead. We
are going to see if they will let us pick up potatoes in the fields."

He wept. Stenne, quite ashamed, hung his head. The
sentinel looked at them a moment, cast a glance over the road
deserted and white with snow.

"Pass quickly," he said to them, turning aside; and
there they are on the way to Aubervilliers! It was the tall
one who laughed! Confused, as in a dream, little Stenne
saw some factories transformed into barracks, deserted bar-
ricades hung with wet rags, mounted with long cliimneys
which penetrated into the sky, far away and broken off. From
distance to distance, a sentinel, some ofiicers with their heads
in hoods who looked over there with field-glasses, and little
tents soaked in snow, melted before fires which were dying out.
The big fellow, acquainted with the roads, went through fields
to avoid the stations. However they did not reach their
destination without escaping an outpost of sharp-shooters.
These, with their water-proofs on, were crouched at the bottom
of a ditch full of water, all along the railroad of Soisons. It

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was in vain that the big fellow commenced his story this time,
they did not want to let them pass. Then, while they were
lamenting, from the gate-keeper's house there came out across
the way an old sergeant, very pale, very wrinkled, who resem-
bled Stenne's father: "Come, urchins, do not weep any
more," said he to the children, "they will let you go there
for your potatoes; but first come in and warm up a bit — ■
that child seems to be frozen."

Alas! it was not from cold that little Stenne trembled,,
it was from fear, he was ashamed. Inside the camp, they found
some soldiers grouped around a poor fire, a real widow's fire,
in whose flames they were thawing some biscuit on the end
of their bayonets. They drew nearer to make room for the
children to whom they gave a few drops of coffee.

While they were drinking, an officer came to the door,,
called the sergeant, spoke to him quite low and went away
very quickly.

"Boys," said the sergeant, returning, radiant, "we shall
have some fun tonight, we have overheard the watch-word
of the Prussians — I believe that this time we will take back
from them this cursed Bourget (suburb of Paris)!"

There was an outburst of "Bravos" and laughter. They
danced, sang and cleaned their sabres, and taking advantage
of this tumult, the children disappeared. The trench passed,
there was no longer anything but level country, and in the
background a long, white wall perforated with loop-holes. It
is towards this wall that they directed themselves, stopping
at each step to pretend they were picking up potatoes.

"Let us go back — let us not go there," said little Stenne
the whole time. The other one raised his shoulders and kept
ahead. Suddenly they heard the clicking of a gun.

"Lie down!" said the big fellow, throwing himself on the
ground.

Once down, he whistled. Another whistle answered over
the snow. They advanced, crawling. Before the wall, nearly

THE MILLSAPS CEOLLGIAN 9

level with the ground, appeared two yellow mustaches under
a greasy, woolen cap. The big fellow jumped into the trench
near the Prussian:

"That is my brother," said he, pointing to his companion.
■ Stenne was so small, that seeing him, the Prussian began
to laugh and was compelled to take him in his arms to lift him
over the breach.

On the other side of the wall there were high piles of earth,
trees lying down, some black holes in the snow, and in each
hole the same greasy cap, the same yellow mustaches that
laughed, seeing the children go by. In a corner was a gardener's
house casemated with logs. The lower part was full of soldiers
who played cards and made soup over a big, bright fire. That
smelled good, the cabbages, the bacon. What a difference
between that and the camp of the sharp-shooters! Upstairs
were the officers. One could hear them playing on the piano
and uncorking champagne.

When the Parisiens entered a shout of joy welcomed them.
They gave way their papers; then there was poured out for
them something to drink and it made them talk. All of the
officers looked haughty and wicked; but the big Parisien amused
them with his suburban liveliness and his caddish vocabulary.
They laughed, repeated his words after him, reveUing with
delight in this meanness that he brought them from Paris.

Little Stenne would have liked indeed to talk, to prove
that he was not a block-head, but something embarrassed him.
Opposite him and separated from the others was seated a
Prussian, older, more serious than the others, who was reading,
or rather pretended to because his eyes did not leave them.
There was in his glance tenderness and reproach, as if this
man had in the country a child the same age as Stenne, and
that he might be saying to himself: "I would rather die than
see my son have such a calHng."

From this moment, Stenne felt as if a hand were placed
on his heart and prevented its beating. To escape this suf-

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fering he began to drink. Soon everything turned around
him. He heard vaguely, in the midst of coarse laughter, his
comrade who was making fun of the national guards, of their
way of drilUng, imitating a capture of troops at Marias, a night
alarm on the rampart. Then the big fellow lowered his voice,
the officers drew nearer and their faces became serious. The
miserable wretch was about to inform them of the sharp-
shooters' attack —

Just then, little wStenne, somewhat sobered, raised up,
furious: "Not that, comrade — I am not willing."

But the other one only laughed and continued. Before
he had finished, all the officers were on their feet. One of them,
pointing to the door, said to the children: "Begone!"

And they began talking among themselves, very animated,
in German. The big one, went out, proud as a king, jinghng
his money; Stenne followed him, his head down. And when
he passed close to the Prussian whose gaze had so disturbed
him, he heard a sad voice which said: "That is not nice
work." Tears came to his eyes.

Once on the plain, the cliildren commenced to run and
returned rapidly. Their sack was full of potatoes that the
Prussians had given them; with that they passed without
difficulty the trenches of the sharp-shooters. They were
getting ready for the night attack. Some troops arrived
noiselessly, massing themselves behind the walls. The old
sergeant was there occupied with placing his men, looking
so happy. When the children passed, he recognized them and
sent them a kind smile.

Oh, but that smile caused little Stenne pain! For a
moment he wanted to cry: "Do not go over there, we have
betrayed you!" But the other one had told him, "If you speak,
we shall be shot," and fear kept him from it.

At the Courneuve they went into a deserted house to
divide the money. The truth compels me to say that the
division was made honestly, and that to hear those beautiful

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN 11

coins ringing under his blouse, to think of the games of "ga-
loche" that he had in view, little Stenne no longer found his
crime so horrible.

But, when he was alone, the unhappy child! When,
beyond the gates, the big fellow had left him, then his pockets
commenced to feel heavy, and the hand that was pressing his
heart clenched it tighter than ever. Paris no longer seemed the
same to him. People who passed looked at him severely, as
if they knew from where he was coming. The word "spy,"
he heard in the noise of the wheels, in the beatings of the
drummers, who practiced along the Canal. At last he came
to his home and quite happy to see that his father had not yet
returned, he went up quickly to their room to hide under
his pillow those coins which weighed so heavily on him.

Father Stenne had never been so kind, so joyous as on
returning that evening. He had just received news from the
province. The affairs of the country were going better.
The whole time that he ate, the old soldier looked at his gun
hanging on the wall, and he said to the child with his kind
smile: "Hey, boy, how you would go for the Prussians if you
were big enough!"

Towards eight o'clock, the cannon was heard. "It is
firing from the fort of Aubervilliers ; they are fighting at Bour-
get," said the good-natured man, who knew all his forts.
Little Stenne became pale, and pretending great fatigue, went
to bed, but he did not sleep. The cannon continued to thunder,
and he pictured to himself the sharp-shooters arriving in the
night to surprise the Prussians and falling themselves into an
ambuscade. He recalled the sergeant who had smiled on him,
saw him lying dead over there in the snow, and how many
others with him! The price of all this blood was hidden there
under his pillow, and it was he— the son of Monsieur Stenne,
of a soldier. The tears suffocated him. In the room near by,
he heard his father walking to open the window. Downstairs,
in the square, drums were beating to arms; the soldiers were

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numbering themselves before setting out. Decidedly, it was
a real battle. The miserable child could not keep back a sob.

"What in the world is the matter with you?" said father
Stenne, coming in.

The child, no longer able to stand it, jumped down from
his bed and came to throw himself at his father's feet. By
the movement he made, the coins rolled on the floor.

"What is that? You have stolen?" said the old man
trembling.

Then, all in one breath, little Stenne told how he had gone
among the Prussians and what he had done there. As soon
as he spoke, he felt lighter hearted, that relieved him from
accusing himself. With a terrible face, father Stenne listened!
When it was finished, he hid his head in his hands and wept.

"Father — father," the child tried to say; the old man
thrust him away without answering and picked up the money.

"Is that all?" he asked.

Little Stenne made a sign that it was all. The old man
took down his gun, his cartridge-box, putting the money in
his pocket.

"It is all right," said he, "I am going to return it to them."

And then, without adding another word, without even
turning round again, he went down to mingle with soldiers
left in the night. He was never seen again after that.

THE GOLD WAS NOT ALL!

Last summer I had the pleasure of a two weeks' stay in
the thriving little village of Carona, Ala., situated on the
Southern Railroad, in the midst of one of the most important
mining centers in the state. I had not been there long when
I found that one of the most important and conspicuous figures
in the httle town was that of Capt. Trimble. I naturally
began to inquire who and what about this Capt. Trimble.
My first Sunday revealed to me that he was, what villagers
sometimes call, and rightly too, the "post and pillar of the

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church." It was a Methodist church and the pastor could
give only one Sunday a month, but this grand old man seemed
to be more than a pastor, because he had spent the greater part
of his life there, one of purity and righteousness before them,
whereas the preacher could, by the law of his church, only
stay four years.

There was a peculiarity or a personality about him, if I
may choose those terms to express it, that caused me to want
to know more of him, for indeed this seems to be a part of the
social organization of the human race — to penetrate and find
what there is within the very life of those whom we meet!

To make a long story short, Capt. Trimble had a large
share in the coal mines, not only there, but three other places;
he had retired from active life, and his extensive business
was run by his only son, who seemed to have inherited a great
deal of the ability of his father. The patriarch* had served
his day and generation well, and having passed his allotted
days was only waiting to be called up higher.

I had finished my work for the day and returned to my
room to find a note from this Capt. Trimble, saying that it
was his pleasure for me to take tea with him that evening in
his private room. I had met the old gentleman at Sunday
School, for he never let a stranger go without knowing some-
thing of him, and when he found that I was a college boy he
was greatly drawn to me and let my hand go with a "God
bless you, my boy."

Eight o'clock found me seated at a little table in the
large double-room given over entirely to him, for this was his
custom at times and all others gave way to him. Supper
ended, the table was cleared, and some rather lengthy con-
versation about our college and its work having come to a
close, the old man drew his chair a little closer, his mind be-
came very active, and there in the quiet stillness of the summer
night, as the gentle breezes floated across the little range of
mountains on the north, and whispered notes of peace and
comfort through the lattice, it became very evident that there
was a volume of history opening up before me.

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"At seventeen," he continued, "my father sent me to
Southern University, Greensboro, Ala. I entered the fresh-
man class. Through the freshman and sophomore years no
extraordinary events took place in my life, but passing from
the Junior into the senior year, it became very apparent
to me in some way, somehow, there was a real change in my
manner of life. Life to me seemed to be a sphere, 360 degrees
— 180 degrees backward was my field of thought; the 180
degrees forward was vague. I could sit and for hours meditate
on the Archaean time — the period when geological investiga-
tion begins; the earth a soUd globe — yes, farther back than that,
when the earth was a part of the nebula. Mountains, rocks,
and coal formations were subjects of constant study. Even
at this age, having been connected with coal mines more
than twenty years, it is a fascinating as well as instructive
study. In short, the earth was my realm of thought.

"But returning to my college Hfe: I became, in part, a
recluse. I sought the company of no one and in turn no one
sought mine. I attended to my college duties as best I could
and the time I should have spent in a social way was given up
to walking alone, meditating upon the past and the why and
wherefore of the things the Creator had placed aroimd us.
One who has not drimk deep of the fountains of loneliness and
estrangement, knows nothing of the mysterious effect it has
on the conscouis soul.

Commencement was near and soon I would have my
A. B. degree. There was to be a reception for the Senior class;
it was to be given by a member of the faculty and several
young ladies were to be present. Robert Wilson, my best
friend, if I could speak of having one, came around, slapped
me on the shoulder and suggested that we go over together.
On our way to Prof. Smith's that night, Bob told me some of
his life plans, how he expected to take unto himself a 'better
half,' a phrase common among school boys of that day, about
a year hence. 'By the way,' Rob interrupted rather bluntly,
'Miss Watts of Florence, Prof. Smith's niece, will be there
tonight, and now is the time for you, old boy, to make your
mark! She's great, I declare to you she is, and a boy of your
talent should have his eyes open. You know my town is only
four miles north of Florence, and I have seen her a number
of times.'

"The reception was over and we were on our way back
to the campus, but the world seemed stranger to me than ever

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN 15

before. It was indeed a pleasure to have Rob talk to me.
We sat on the stile and talked for an hour or more, and then to
our rooms! Sleep had gone from me; I was not living in
a world of reality — the one that had been real to me for more
than a year."

* > * *

"Commencement was over! I was in my twenty-first
year, 1848. This was the year, you remember, that Marshall
with a band of Mormon workers, discovered gold while digging
a mill race on the American River, near New Helvetia, Cal.
On Jime the fourteenth, ten days after commencement, the
'California Star' published something to this effect: 'The
whole country from San Francisco to Los Angeles, from the
coast to the Sierra Nevadas, resounds to the sordid cry of
gold! gold!! GOLD!!!' Everybody rushed to this land of
glittering gold. Indeed King Midas had waved his magic
wand over the Pacific slope! By July the population of the
territory had risen to 40,000. The first of January, 1850,
saw 120,000 Americans and Europeans in the territory, and
nearly $12,000,000 worth of gold placed in the U. S. mint, and
$30,000,000 in private hands.

"I could resist the temptation of going no longer. The
first of February I was westward boimd. By the way, I stopped
two days at Florence. On the twentieth day I arrived at the
little mining town, then called Benton, in the picturesque
valley of the American River. I soon took in the siiuation,
and like all others who enter the gold field, was eager to find
my first piece of gold. But what was it that disturbed my
mental equilibrium and caused the world to seem so strange
to me? At last, I had solved it. It was not altogether my
change of location, not the few lumps of gold I had discovered!
I had taken my first real glass from the hands of the Goddess
of Love! Cupid, as some young people now call it, had done
his work well! My dreams were none other but bright and
golden. Little thought I of what was soon to befall me. I
wrote five letters — and no reply; two months had passed and
not a word. I received my first lesson in doubts and fears.
I kept busily at work and my mind as busily engaged as pos-
sible to keep my imagination from running wild. I had good
success as a miner and day-laborer. Four months had ended;
I had written four other letters in the meantime, and no
reply. Could she have proven untrue? Almost persuaded to

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believe it, like Doctor Mannette whom Dickens describes
so truly, returning to his old trade as shoe-maker, I took on
some of my old habits of life again.

"Few things are ever lost in this world! The time I had
given to geological research and to close observation of the
rock and earth formation now served me well. Many soon
left the field, impatient and disheartened, only to become
ramblers. This work had now become a pleasure to me
and I saw my way out clearly. I formed few associates and
hardly anyone knew me, and so much the better, for I was
now in the old ruts carved at Greensboro in my senior year.
At times, however, I could see mirrored in the thin sheets of
gold faint gleams of hope for the one I loved and then they
would die out forever.

"Three years had rolled by and not a word from my native
state except from my father and mother. There is a registered
package at the postofRce for me! Wliat could it be? It was
from Colorado Springs — who could have thought it? Could
it be real?"

Here the venerable old man turned to his desk and brought
forth a package of old letters. "I have the original — a keep-
sake— I will read it to you:

'Colorado Springs, Jan. 3, 1853.

'David Trimble, Esq. — Please hear and give heed to these
words from the lips of a dying man! I have been untrue, yes,
a hundred times false to a sacred trust! I would fain take
leave of this life, go in the shame and disgrace of a traitor,
but for the fact that two other lives would be blighted and
my own conscience forbids it. I got in league with the post-
master at Florence, got each of your letters, kept them, and
now return them in this package. Could any one believe
that an old classmate could treat another as I have you? I
saw that love had sprung into your very being that night at
the reception. I *'saw also a like response from her — I loved
her myself, and now my whole soul turned to a pang of jealousy.
I kept up with your several visits after commencement and well
do I remember the summer afternoon you spent with her
boat-riding at Lake View, the day you left for the West. What
a terror the next day to see your ring placed on her finger!
Mother Evil gathered all her forces and put them to work in me.
Who knows the evil influence of an ill-fated love? She is
rightfully yours, she loves you as no other to this very day and

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has been true as steel. In the near future let her tell you all.
I am too weak to write much longer. For heaven's sake, for-
give me! I have been here three months and am dying of the
dreaded disease — consumption; will, in all probability, be dead
before I can get an answer from you. Tliis revival of past
mental experiences has served as a stimulus that I might record
these final words. A strange feeling is coming upon me —
eyesight grows dim — shadows are creeping aromid me — shades
are floating — is it death? Have mercy, have mercy, on your
old classmate! — Robert Wilson.' "

The old man folded the letter and package. A great calm
came over his soul. He brushed his hand through his silvery
locks, took a long breath, arose, walked across the room,
rolled back the great white curtains from the window, took a
long gaze down the valley, and then beckoned to me. I was
at his side in a moment. The moon had risen over the little
mountain range at an angle of about 40 degrees, her Ught
had flooded Carona Valley, and was creeping far up the moun-
tain-side. I looked and far down the roadside, along the base
of the mountain I could see a little city of the dead. He
pointed to a tall pyramidal structure in one corner of the
cemetery, and then in a low melancholy tone of voice, as if
to himself, I heard him say, "For the touch of a vanished hand,
the sound of a voice that is still!"

Nothing disturbed the stillness. What could be so crueiv
A gentle breeze brushed back his flowing locks, I glanced up-
ward and saw moistened eyes. I sHpped my watch from my
pocket, it was twelve. I put my hand through his, bowed
and was gone to my room. What a strange drama had been
played before me! Had I had a picture from real hfe or a
mysterious dream in the night time? The next day at eventide
I walked down by the cemetery and there was the pyramidal
structure I had seen the night before and on it was this in-
scription: "Mary Ehzabeth, daughter M. E. and F. N. Watts,
bom Dec. 20, 1830; married to David Trimble March 4, 1853;
died Nov. 14, 1897.'

J. A. McKee.

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A LEAGUE OF PEACE.

(A Review of Mr. Carnegie's Address to the Students of the
University of St. Andrew's.)

Mr. Carnegie begins his rectorial address to the students
of the University of St. Andrew's by congratulating them that
they live in a better ege than their forefathers did. He says
that polygamy, duelling, slavery, and such Uke barbarous
practices have been discontinued; war alone remaining. He
denounces war as the foulest blot that ever disgraced the earth,
but adds that it is a known evil, and that it, too, will soon be
abohshed.

By quoting extracts from prominent men of all ages since
Homer Mr. Carnegie shows that war has always been recog-
nized as an evil by the better class of people, and that it has
been decried against.

Mr. Carnegie next traces briefly the history of some of the
reforms in warfare. At first war was entirely without rules:
poison, treachery, and the basest deception were freely used,
and no mercy whatever was shown. Some three hundred years
before Christ the Ampliictyonic Coimcil adopted certain
rules in regard to warfare, however, and Hellenes were exhorted
"to quarrel as those who intend some day to be reconciled."

Gratius wrote two books condemning war, and it is to
him that the modem movement is cliiefly due. He was the
first to lay down the principles of modem Intemational Law.

The Treaty of Paris in 1856 abolished privateering, ruled
that a blockade to be recognized must be effective, and es-
tablished the doctrine that an enemy's goods in a neutral
ship are free, except contraband.

The Treaty of Washington in 1871 settled the Alabama
Claims, and in so doing defined clearly the duties of neutrals
respecting the fitting out of ships of war in their ports, or the
use of their ports as a naval base.

The Brussels Convention, which met in 1874, declared that
"a town taken by storm shall not be given up to the victorious
troops to plunder."

In summing up what has been gained in mitigating the
atrocities of war Mr. Carnegie says: "Non-combatants are
now spared, women and children are no longer massacred,
quarter is given, and prisoners are well cared for. Towns
are not given over to pillage, private property on land is ex-

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empt, or if taken is receipted to be paid for. Poisoned wells,
assassination of rulers and commanders by private bargain,
and deceptive agreements, are infamies of the past. On the
sea, privateering has been abolished, neutral rights greatly
extended and property protected, and the right of search
narrowly restricted." He maintains, however, that a back-
ward step was taken when the long established practice of
formally declaring war by the challenge was abolished.

Mr. Carnegie next rapidly reviews the history of Peaceful
Arbitration, and takes up The Hague Conference called by
the Emperor of Russia to meet May 18, 1899. The proposals
of this Conference were promptly ratified by all the powers
represented, and Mr. Carnegie says, "at last there is no excuse
for war."

The Hague Tribunal first settled a difference between
the United States and Mexico, and other powers followed
the example of these countries. This tribunal has nothing
compulsory about it, and it depends on its merits to win its
way. Some of the weaker states, however, have agreed to
submit all questions to it for settlement, while most have
agreed to submit all questions that do not involve their inde-
pendence, honor, integrity, or vital interests. Mr. Carnegie
regrets very much that any exceptions should be made, and
especially questions of "honor."

Mr. Carnegie speaks of the refusal of the United States
to adjust their quarrel with the Filipinos by arbitration, and of
England's refusal of the offer of the Transvaal Republic to
arbitrate. He also mentions the fact that neither Japan nor
Russia suggested arbitration, and while he regrets these re-
fusals to arbitrate, he says we need not be discouraged on that
account, as arbitration is still in its infancy.

The speaker fixes the Jay Treaty of 1794 as the birth of
modem arbitration, and he says that since that date no less
than five hundred and seventy-one international disputes
have been settled by arbitration. He estimates that one in
ten of these disputes would have resulted in war, so that fifty-
seven wars have been averted. He remarks further that
twenty-three International Treaties of Arbitration have been
made in the last two years.

Mr, Carnegie mentions the enormous costs of wars, and
he says that as a means of producing peace between nations
it is futile, for it embitters the contestants and sows the seed

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of future struggles. He says further that it is the crime of
destroying human life by war which must be most strongly
emphasized.

A plan for a Peace League is outlined somewhat as follows:
Let any three of the five nations that co-operated in quelling
the recent Chinese disorders form a League of Peace, agreeing
to submit all differences to arbitration and to declare non-
intercourse with all nations not complying. Mr. Carnegie
thinks that the weaker nations would jump at such an oppor-
tunity and that the larger ones would be forced to enter the
league. He admits, however, that "notwithstanding all the
cheering signs of the growth of arbitration, we should delude
ourselves if we assumed that war is immediately to cease."

Mr. Carnegie believes that the shortage of officers and re-
cruits for the army is a hopeful sign for peace. He believes
that as men become more educated and civilized they cease
to regard war as an honorable profession, and quotes from
eminent men who hold to this opinion, among them being
several great military commanders. He thinks that if the
government should carry out its idea of enfisting men from the
Universities it will find them to be poor recruiting ground.

In conclusion, Mr. Carnegie urges the formation of Leagues
of Peace all over the country, and in the event of an intema-
nional quarrel these leagues are to demand that their government
refer the matter to arbitration, even though it should cause
a break with a pohtical party. He says: "Refusal to
arbitrate makes war, even for a good cause, unholy; an offer
to arbitrate lends dignity and importance to a poor one."

Mr. Carnegie urges further that the women should demand
arbitration, and not wait till war has actually begun and then
organize societies for making and sending necessaries to the
front, or join Red Cross societies and go themselves to the
field. He believes that if this plan were followed arbitration
would soon supersede war and a Universal Peace would follow.

Mr. Carnegie closes his address with the story of Lincoln's
resolve to hit slavery hard if he ever got a chance, and urges
us to "resolve like Lincoln, and select man-slaying as our foe,
as he did man-selHng."

Mr. Carnegie's address to the students of the University
of St. Andrew's is undoubtedly a strong speech for Arbitration.
But I think he is rather too optimistic, and some of his rem-
edies seem a little unpractical. For instance, he says: "At
last there is no excuse for war. A tribunal is now at hand to

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judge wisely and deliver righteous judgment between nations."
There may be no excuse for war, and this tribunal may be at
hand, but war will not cease entirely, nor the decisions of
this tribunal be accepted on all occasions, until all the world
is civilized. So long as there is an undeveloped and uncivilized
district on the earth there will be a contest among the great
powers for it. This contest might be decided by arbitration,
but even then the successful power would find itself engaged
in war, for it is certain that the people of that district would
not surrender their liberty without a struggle. If this second
question were submitted to arbitration the interests of civ-
ilization would demand that the uncivilized district be brought
under the control of the civilized state. Such a decision
would mean war. Arbitration may be all right where only
civihzed nations are concerned, but it is not entirely practicable
when un civihzed nations are involved. When war cannot be
abolished among all nations it may not be abolished among
any.

I believe the time is coming when all the world will be
civilized, though it will be several centuries before all nations
reach such a stage of civihzation, and arrive at such a perfect
understanding, that war will be entirely abolished.

I believe Mr. Carnegie is right in his denunciatiors of war
and in his plans for arbitration. War is certainly a terrible
curse to the world, and a Universal Peace would certainly
be a great blessing. But I do not believe the time has yet
arrived when three of the great powers can form a League of
Peace and invite all the others to join them, and then by de-
claring non-intercourse with all who do not co-operate with
them, force arbitration on the world. Mr. Carnegie thinks
the smaller states would jump at such an apportunity and the
larger ones would be forced to fall into line. This might be
so if the League were once organized, but not all the great
powers are yet ready to lay down their national jealousies and
animosities and join hands in proclaiming a Universal Peace.
And even if the leaders could be found, many of the weak
states are so under the influence of the larger ones that they
would not join the League without the permission of the larger.

Mr. Carnegie speaks as if war were already almost a thing
of the past. He mentions the fact that since the Jay Treaty
five hundred and seventy-one international disputes have
been settled by arbitration, and estimates that fifty-seven

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wars have been averted. I do not question these figures, but
since the introduction of rapid transportation and commun-
ication many more disputes naturally arise, and on the whole
we have about as many wars as formerly. We would undoubt-
edly have more, however, were it not for arbitration, so that
relatively, war may be said to be decreasing, and this is a
tiopeful sign.

Mr. Carnegie's idea of Peace Leagues over the country
is good. The best interests of civilization demand peace, and
any movement towards a Universal Peace is certainly an ad-
vance in the right direction. The influence of these Peace
Leagues would certainly spread, and they would go a long way
toward bringing about arbitration.

L. E. Price.

THE EXODIST.

It had been Cecil Fawnpore's custom to take his little
friend, Irene Lamb, into the Park in the afternoons. At
first, while they were very small, their nurses would take them.
Then, as Cecil grew large enough to take care of himself, he
did not forget his little companion, but always took her out
to play under the trees. After more than six years of such
association, it was natural that there should be quite a com-
panionship between the two. No matter how much the others
might tease them, they would always call each other "sweet-
heart."

One bright, sunny afternoon they were together under
the big trees. Something on this afternoon restrained them
from playing the usual games with the others. They talked
to each other alone. To any close observer, the appearance
that these two presented was charming indeed. Those who
had been spending their afternoons in the Park had long been
noticing this little brown-eyed boy and his playmate, the
little violet-eyed, golden-haired girl. It was but natural
that every one should look upon them as little lovers. Es-
pecially did they seem so today. As they sat side by side under
an old oak tree, there was a yearning expression far beyond
their years on their countenances. It seemed as if a sense of
sadness had come upon them. With their young minds they
were trying to look into the great future— Cecil had been
telling Irene his ambitions. With his boyish imagination
he had pictured his success as a doctor in a distant city. Irene

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could bear up no longer; she threw her head into Cecil's lap
and cried, passionately, "0, Cecil, don't say that we must be
separated! Tell me, now; you won't go away, will you?"

"Well, now, don't cry so hard, dearie," and he petted her
gently. "How would you Uke me to be a doctor here at home?"

"0, that would be fine!" she exclaimed, drying her tears
with her little white apron.

Alas, there comes into human lives unlooked for disasters!
We know not what an hour may bring forth; today the physical
man may be all aglow with the joy of life — tomorrow may find
him smitten, stricken with some dread disease. Many a beau-
tiful flower, ere it has had time to "shed its fragrance on the
desert air," is crushed down by the trampling herd. Little
did Irene know that, when the morrow's sun should arise,
there would come into her young life a grief ineffable.

The sun was sinking behind the buildings of the city.
Thinking it time to return, Irene and Cecil, hand in hand,
started homeward under the trees. A pufl' of wind carried
off Irene's sailor hat, and Cecil ran to get it. Soon the wind
increased with such force that they could proceed only with
difficulty. The dust was being taken up and hurled down
the streets with tremendous velocity. It was almost a mile
to Irene's home, and Cecil, seeing the storm clouds in the
dark heavens, and being terrified by the lightning, which had
by this time reached the height of its fury, hurried Irene along
as rapidly as he could, hoping to get her home before the rain
should descend. But it was well that a mile did separate
him from home; for there was where the main storm was raging.
He was not conscious that he was barely on the outside of
the storm-path. The wind that was whirling about him was
only a current, tired of its work of destruction, that had broken
away from the main storm. Be it said with sorrow, the main
destruction was being wrought in the very vicinity of Cecil's
and Irene's home! These two, however, were as ignorant of
it all as their souls were innocent. All they knew was that
they were in a terrible wind, and they could hear the crashing
of buildings and the shouts of the men all mingled with the
roar of the storm.

As is always the case, God gave His protection to the
innocent. A lady while closing her window, noticed our little
boy and girl, and kindly took them in. When ten o'clock
came, the storm had passed. Many of the city's lights had

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been destroyed; but the pale moon shone over the terrible
ruins. News that both the home of Mr. Fawnpore and of Mr.
Lamb had been completely destroyed reached the kind lady
who had sheltered the playmates. It was learned that Mr.
Fawnpore and his wife had been out riding at the time of the
storm; hence they were safe. But the lady knew that the
parents must be wild with excitement trying to find their
little boy. So she sent her son to the scene of the devastation
in search of them. When he reached the Fawnpore home, he
saw a man gazing in sorrow upon the ruins. "Are you Mr.
Fawnpore, sir?" he asked.

"Yes," he replied and asked with a wild look in his eye„
"My boy — have you seen him?"

"He is safe with his little pla\Tnate in our home!"

"Thank God!" cried the troubled man. The two started
in the direction of the kind lady's home.

It would be too horrible to tell how poor, dear, little Irene's
parents were found the next morning, so mangled, so ghastly,
that their nearest friends could scarcely recognize them. They
were laid side by side in the family tomb. Irene was too young-
to realize the significance of what had befallen her. But her
young soul knew how much the love of a mother meant; and
now she would sob herself to sleep and dream that all was well
again. Then would come the dreadful waking, when her
little hand would reach out for her mother, only to find that
she was gone to be seen no more in this world. Indeed, she
would have grieved her life away, had it not been for the con-
stant comfort of Cecil. Wlien not at school he was ever with
her and cheering her.

But the saddest day of all had not yet come to Cecil. One
morning not long after the terrible storm Mr. Fawnpore sent
Cecil to bring Irene to spend the day with them. Once again
her little heart was light. All day long these little companions
had played together. But as the sun was nearing the end
of his day's journey, again a sense of sadness came over them.

When Mr. Fawnpore came home from his work, a dark-
faced, stern-looking man came with him. He was Irene's
uncle, with whom she had been living after the storm. It
was an awful moment. Cecil heard the man tell Irene that
she must go with him, and that they must leave the city to-
night. Despite her own tears and sobs; in the face of Cecil's
hot invectives; and regardless of the entreaties of both Mr.

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and Mrs. Fawnpore, Irene's cruel uncle took her away. It
was afterwards learned that the man had fallen into serious
trouble; this had unbalanced his mind, and was what had
caused his strange, cruel action.

* * *

The years rolled by. In counting twenty-five eventful
years Father Time had made no mistake.

From the Convent of the Sacred Heart in the City of
Paris, came forth a nun so heavily veiled that no one, unless
the wind were kind enough to blow her veil aside for a moment,
could see her countenance. The fast-falling snow, which
had at first melted because of the trample of so many feet,
was now beginning to freeze with the result that the walks
were becoming very slippery. Just as Sister Agnes reached
a certain corner, a newsboy came running with his papers.
When he got directly in front of the nun, he tried to make a
quick turn out of her way, but his foot slipped and a collision
followed. In an instant they were both lying upon the pave-
ment and trying to get upon their feet.

No one had noticed the dark-eyed gentleman, in his high
top-boots and long, brown overcoat, who had been walking
at a close distance behind the nun ever since she had left the
Convent; but now many saw him as he ran quickly forward,
and with tender care gently raised her to her feet. It was
natural for her to thank the one who had been so kind to her.
And as she did so, she caught the light of his dark ej^e, and
noticed that his lips were tightly pressed together as if to crush
down some emotion. She noticed his straight dark hair as
he took off his hat, and she fancied that here and there it
was gray. Nor did he fail to see her face; for a puff of wind
blew her veil aside.

Sister Agnes sped upon her mission of love. For some
time she had been visiting a young woman who had been for
a year confined to her bed. It seemed as if the maiden had
once had a lover who had been called to fight for his country.
Report had said that he had been killed. When the maiden
had heard this, she had fainted, and although time had passed
away, nothing could be done to reconcile her to her fate.
She was fast wasting away her young life in grief. The flowers
which Sister Agnes had brought for her today fell carelessly
upon her pillow; for what she craved was her long-lost lover.
Sister Agnes thought of the great grief in her own soul which

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many years ago she had tried to suppress, her own spirit groaned
within her; the memory of a dreadful storm with her play-mate
lover trying to hurry her home, the remembrance of her parents'
destruction in that storm, and the recollection of her separa-
tion from her playmate not long after that storm — these things
crowded her mind. Then she started; for the incident of her
walk arose abruptly in her mind, and she saw again the sor-
rowful face of the kind gentleman. There seemed to be placed
upon her an overwhelming weight; she was conscious of a
great, deep yearning in the depths of her soul. She, too,
sighed — there were two sufferers in that room!

A knock at the door aroused Sister Agnes, who opened
to the stranger. A tall form entered. In a moment the
suffering girl was in his arms. She gave a cry of joy — for he
was her returned lover. Sister Agnes saw their gladness and
left the room for the Convent.

She hurried along the familiar street, deciding not to tell
the Mother Superior any thing of what had occurred. Like
Mary of old she "kept all these things and pondered them in
her heart."

In the south end of the Convent on the fourth floor was
Sister Agnes' room and she could look from it far south over
the city's buildings. When she had performed her sacred
duties, she sought the solitude of what to her was her only
home. The sun had long sunk behind the houses of the city.
Sister Agnes took her seat nearer the window than usual and
was soon lost in thought. A great question, the vital im-
portance of which she had not known before, demanded thor-
ough attention. She had been placed in the Convent when
only a child, and had grown to the woman that she was without
knowing tangibly the actual things of the great world in which
she was living. This day things had happened which had
created new feelings, or else aroused old ones, within her
bosom.

The remembrance of her play-mate lover; her longing
for the relations of her home; the wondrous happiness of the
suffering maiden when she threw herself into the arms of her
long lost lover — was it possible for Sister Agnes to banish
these from her mind? According to her sacred duty it was
wrong for her to think even in a casual way of such things.
Enough resistance cannot be placed against the water far
beneath the earth's surface to keep it there: the vast pres-
sure in the mountains above will eventually cause it to burst

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forth as springs. In like manner, no force can successfully
resist the greatest passion, and yet the grandest element of
human existence. Love cannot resist love. These things
dismissed would have come back to Sister Agnes in her slumber.

I said she sat there and thought. She had defined divine
love and she knew that she had experienced it; she had at-
tempted an explanation of human love. She knew that she
had an intense yearning for those relations born of love. The
pipes had heated her room too much; she opened the window
to let the icy breeze bathe her throbbing forehead. She was
startled by a fluttering of something outside in the air. Then
a long paper came whirling through the window upon the
floor. She looked from her window just in time to see a
tall form in high top-boots and long overcoat disappear around
the street corner. Then she took the missive from the floor
and eagerly devoted herself to its contents. How strange
that the salutation should be the name by which she was
called when a little girl! The first part of the letter was taken
up with reasons abundant that God and humanity can best
be served not behind the walls of a convent, but in the midst
of men. Marriage had never been prohibited by the Christ.
Indeed, at a certain wedding He had wrought a miracle for
the happiness of those present, and He had even likened
His Church unto a pure, spotless bride. Then came tne closing
paragraphs with a most passionate plea that Sister Agnes
remember the days of the past and the playmate of her girl-
hood. "Even if there were no other reason, why you should
come to me," the letter ran, "you should come because we
were lovers once in the long ago!" With many touching
scenes of the past reiterated, and with the plea that when
Sister Agnes should again see the man who had helped her in
the newsboy accident, she might recognize him as none other
than her playmate lover, the letter closed. But long continued
were the thoughts of Sister Agnes.

It was nearing midnight. For some reason the city's
lights had gone out, but the silvery moon was high in the
heavens, and its soft, white light sought to thrust itself into
every corner where darkness was crouching. Sister Agnes
came to herself and sighed, satisfied that God's creatures can
serve Him as well, yea better, in the home than behind the
convent wall; for the Christ had not come to be isolated from
humanity, but to be one in their midst.

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The next morning as the sun arose, the city was all alive
with the roar of activity. When Sister Agnes made her toilet,
it was with a broader and grander conception of her duty, and
a conscious presence of the Spirit of Trtuh.

Nor did the memory of the preceding day depart from her.
So when she again passed the place where the dark-eyed
gentleman had chanced upon her way, she permitted herself
to think of him. Somehow, it seemed as if she remembered
him from some far-distant day. As she had seen him standing
there in his great, Wgh top-boots and his long, brown overcoat,
her momentary glance revealed nothing to her. But now,
as she saw him again with her mind's eye, he seemed to be
nearer to her, and she knew that he was her playmate grown
to manhood.

The reader will not be mistaken in supposing that he of
the high top-boots was Cecil Fawnpore. For twenty-four
years he had not heard of Irene — save only that she was in
some convent in far-away France. He had grown to man-
hood with a determination to seek until he should find the
sweetheart of his boyhood, and now the only love of his soul.
Her violet eyes had ever been before him inspiring him to duty.
For years he had prayed that he might find her and fold her
to his bosom.

Thus led by these hopes he had wandered to well-nigh
every convent in France, and had lingered near its walls. At
last, fate had favored him; he had found the convent whose
walls were imprisoning the one being dearer to him than all
life. With his observant eyes he had seen much since his
arrival nearly a year ago. He had upon many occasions seen
her long-loved face, but he had known how sacred she con-
sidered the ties which bound her to the isolated life which she
led. He could not, he would not intrude upon her solitude.
"If she will only recognize me," he would think, "all will be
well."

A month passed away! Cecil Fawnpore still took his
usual walks along the streets surrounding the convent. One
day Sister Agnes was walking hurriedly from the neat little
home of the once-suffering, now happy girl to whom God
had sent back the lover. As she reached the place where the
dark-eyed gentleman with his high top-boots had shown her
a kindness, she slackened her pace and looked back. As if
in answer to an unuttered prayer, Cecil Fawnpore was close
behind. He quickened his pace and was soon walking by her

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side. Many a curious eye looked in amazement at the nun
walking with the man, but Sister Agnes cared not for it. She
took off her veil; Cecil saw once again the violet eyes of his
long lost Irene! His great chest fairly swelled with emotion.
He could not wait until they should reach a secluded spot.
He walked closer to her and told her about their childhood
days together, of his undjang love for her, and how he had
planned all through the past to find her. Memory had put her
skillful fingers into the entangled meshes of the confused by-
gone. Sister Agnes remembered her girlish love for him, and
her great grief at their separation. And what was this new,
strange feeling but that same old love which she had had for
him when but a child?

"All so vivid!" she murmured so low that he could scarcely
catch it.

"And true," he said.

She turned her eyes upon him to compare him with the
playmate of her girlhood. He saw them fill with tears like
violets in the early morning.

"Are you a preacher, Cecil?" she asked.

He said that he was. Then she smiled as she remembered
how theology not many days since had come fluttering tlirough
her window to help her in her decision.

The next morning Sister Agnes bade farewell to the Con-
vent walls to serve in a lovlier and better way the humanity
of earth.

« C. Ude

THE MILLSAPS COLLEGIAN.

Vol. 8. Jackson, Miss., May, 1906. No. 7.

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College.

J. A. Baker... Editor-in-Chief

W. A. Williams Associate Editor

R. B. Carr Local Editor

Frances Park — Literary Editor

E. C. McGiLVRAY Alumni Editor

L. E. Price Business Manager

J. C. Neill, J. C. RoussEATJX Assistant Business Managers

Remittances and business communications shoidd be sent to L. E. Price,

Business Manager. Matter intended for publication should be

sent to J. A. Baker, Editor-in-Chief.

Issued the 1st op Each Month During the College Year.
Subscription, Per Annum, $1.00 Two Copies, $1.50 Per Annum

This college year has almost ended and what
The Last have we achieved? Some of us have squand
Chance! ed our time and money foolishly, have grossly
neglected our duties; the greater per cent, of
us, however, have done only fairly well, while some have done
remarkably well and their work was conscientiously and hon-
orably done. A few of us will go home with a falsehood upon
our lips and tell our loving mother and father how ill we were
treated by both teachers and students. Such boys have no
place in such an institution, and should be forced to leave.
But, I am glad to say, I think that there are but a few who would
be lost to all sense of truth and honor, as to be guilty of such
a dishonorable deed.

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Two terms have been finished and the end of the third
is almost here. We have been laboring under most favorable
auspices, good health and willing instructors have attended
us in our labors, and our achievements should be above the
average. Some, I know, have slept on their rights, and now
that the final examinations are staring them full in the face,
and with their past record before them, they have almost
despaired of making a higher class. Yet there is hope for some
of these if they would only do their work well. You have
one more chance to redeem yourself and should you fail in this,
you must pass over the same road next year. You have
nothing to gain by being indifferent to your work, but every-
thing to lose. In this age of progress, time is too precious
to be lightly taken, you must be up and doing to keep in
touch with the times.

In every walk of life, there are two ways in achieving an
end; one, by honest, the other, by dishonest means. In col-
lege, both ways are common. If you do your work honestly
and conscientiously, final success is assured. But should you
try to attain success by dishonorable means, you will fail.
A temporary success may be won, but the gilt and varnish
will soon wear off and only the stain is left. Do not wear
false honors, they are not lasting; but rather lead a humble
and unpretentious life and be happy, than be false to yourself
and to the world. I had rather see a man make an honest
failure on an examination than pass by "jacking." To a great
extent, a man's after life will be influenced by his work while
in college. ,

It has been customary among a certain class of boys
to leave just before the examinations commence. They forget
that before they can again enter school they must be examined,
and this test will be harder when they have had several months'
vacation. An entire year may be lost in this way should they
be unable to stand a satisfactory test.

After the wear and tear of the examinations one of the
most enjoyable parts of college life begins. The pleasures
of commencement are many. We are no longer worried
by the prospects of a zero on recitation, but our heart and
mind are at ease. Why so many boys leave before com-
mencement, I am unable to understand. Five days more
away from home will not be felt, but would be enjoyed. We
should be more patriotic and make the different features of

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commencement a greater success. Stay here until it is over
and you will see how much our combined efforts have succeeded.
Don't let it be said that there were none left to enjoy the com-
mencement, and that the town people were more loyal than
the college students.

How hard it is to say good-bye! Many faces that
Adieu! were unknown to us when school opened will be
remembered by us for many years. Some, we will
never forget; while there are others that are soon to be for-
gotten. We part with our dearest friends this commencement,
and some of them we may never see again. We have enjoyed
and profited by the friendly words of encouragement or maybe,
by that closer bond, that of friendship.

When we part it is not farewell that we speak, but good-
bye. Necessity forces us to part thus, but our hearts will
continue to hold such friendly feelings uppermost. We are
conscious, not only of the friendship that exists among the
students, but also of that of the student to the teacher, and
that of the teacher to the student. This feehng of mutual
likes has influenced the boy to aspire to nobler achievements.

But before we part I must express a part of what I owe to
this institution, and to the professors and students. I have
enjoyed the little I have done while here, and my only regret
is that I didn't do more. This year has been one of the most
pleasant, and at the same time, the most instructive; besides
reaping the benefits of the recitation, I have received a most
valuable training from my connection with the publication of
this magazine. I have endeavored — though to what extent
I have succeeded, you yourself can judge — to make this year's
publication a success. In doing this, I have learned much that
was valuable, and unlearned a good deal that was erroneous
and of little use. And not least of all, I have found much
pleasure in thus helping the little that I did in publishing the
Collegian for your pleasure and benefit.

But I must resign my position, now, in favor of one, let
us hope, that will attain the end we have striven so earnestly
to secure. May he profit by my mistakes and partial success!

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LOCAL DEPARTMENT.

At a recent meeting of the Senior Class, Miss Frances V.
Park was elected to respond to the welcome address from the
Almnni Association to the Class of 1906.

Prof. John C. French, M. A. (Harvard), Ph. D. (Johns
Hopkins), Professor of Rhetoric and Narration in Johns
Hopkins University, has consented to act as judge in the
Collegian contest this year. The magazine is to be con-
gratulated upon securing so competent a judge.

On May 1, the Senior Class in Geology, with Dr. Sullivan,
enjoyed a trip to Flora. Through the kindness of Mr. A. H.
Bradley, they were furnished with horses and buggies with
which they could go out to the petrified forests. All seemed
to have a good time and felt fully repaid for their trip.

The two Literary Societies celebrated their Anniversaries
during the past month. The Galloways on the night of April 13,
and the Lamars on the night of the 27th. E. D. Lewis was
orator for the Galloways; L. E. Price, anniversarian, and Rev.
Mr. Carpenter, of Meridian, delivered the annual address.
For the Lamars: L. K. Carlton, orator; W. A. Williams,
anniversarian, and Rev. Mr. Wilkinson, of Monroe, La., as out-
side speaker.

On Friday night, April 20, from 9 to 12 p. m., the Kappa
Alpha fraternity entertained their friends at their chapter
house. The hall, library, and reception rooms were decorated
in the fraternity colors, crimson and old gold. Dainty re-
freshments were served during the evening. They had as
their guests the Senior classes from Millsaps and Belhaven, the
Kappa Alpha Alumni in the city, two members of each of the
other fraternities, and their young lady friends in town. Prof.
Pitard's band furnished delightful music throughout the
evening.

Millsaps is to be congratulated in having another medal
offered this year. The D. A. R. Chapter of this city, through
their regent, Mrs. C. M. Williamson, has offered a medal to the
member of the Junior class who will write the best paper on

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some subject connected with the American revolution. The
subject of the paper this year is: "The Boston Tea Party and
Its Effect on the American Revolution." The judges of the
contest will be selected, one by the D. A. R. Chapter; one by
Dr. Murrah and one by Prof. J. E. Walmsley. Several have
shown their interest by entering the contest as soon as the
announcement was made and it is very likely that others will
enter during the next few days.

After a long illness, Mrs. G. W. Huddleston, the wife of
Prof. Huddleston, died on May 5th. The funeral services
were conducted by Dr. LaPrade and Dr. J. A. Moore, and
interment was made in Greenwood cemetery, the faculty acting
as pall bearers. Her loss will be widely felt in the entire
college community in which Mrs. Huddleston was known and
loved for her brightness and unceasing kindness. Her father,
Dr. J. H. Bruner, was for many years the President of Hia-
wassee College and Mrs. Huddleston inherited much of his
ability and originality of thought, as was evident in her con-
versation and her contributions to the current magazines.
But it was her sympathy and loving kindness to those in sorrow
or sickness that endeared her most to those who knew her;
it was never failing and almost with out end, as many a student
and neighbor can testify. Though ill herself, she was constantly
in attendance upon Mr. Bowles last fall, doing all that could
be done to lessen the patient's suffering. The sympathy of
the entire student body goes out to Prof. Huddleston, to our
classmates. Miss Bessie and Bruner, and to the entire family.

LITERARY DEPARTMENT.

I

"Lay Down Your Arms."

(By Baroness Bertha von Suttner.)

Although written ten years ago, Americans reader are
just now discussing Baroness von Suttner's famous novel,
"Lay Down Your Arms," which won for her the Nobel Peace
Prize of $40,000.

The author herself in an article in the "Independent"
tells how she wrote the book: About 1880 there came to her
the conviction that war was a barborous institution, and
that it should be destroyed by the advance of civilization.
She wrote to a peace and arbitration organization and obtained

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much information. Determined to write something on this
peace question, her first plan was to tell the story of a young
woman who had lost her husband on the battlefield, and be-
cause of the tragedy suddenly awoke to a realization of the
horrors of war. In research for the novellette, her material
increased so that a two-volume novel was the result.

The book went the rounds of the leading German pub-
lishers, who thought it was too radical and would offend the
public. Finally a Dresden publisher accepted it, and success
followed. There are two American editions, one called,
"Ground Arms," the other, the authorized one, by Messrs.
Longmans, called, "Lay Down Your Arms."

The foundation of the plot, as the title indicates, is the
ardent condemnation of war. Beginning with her girlhood
days as the young Countess Martha Althans, this Austrian
woman tells the story of her life. Often quoting from her
diary, she carries the story up to fifteen years after the death
of her second husband. We are told in a thrilling style and
in vivid detail of the days of the Austro-Italian, the Schleswig-
Holstein, the Austro-Prussian, the Franco-Prussian, and the
Franco-German wars. Although her father is a soldier, and
she both times marries a soldier, Martha believes and never
hesitates to acknowledge that war is repulsive in every way
and belongs to the barbaric past. She believes that with the
progress of society, not only war itself, but the love of war,
will be found to diminish.

The two most thrilling and horrible scenes in the book are
during the Austro-Prussian war when the heroine journeys
over the Bohemian battlefields in search of her husband, and
afterward the description of her experiences during an epidemic
of cholera and the sad death of almost the entire family. One
passage when she is on the battlefield, although harrowing is
realistic and well illustrates the style of the author:

"And again the patrol goes on, nearer to the battle.
In ever thicker swarms wounded men are tottering on, painfully
creeping forward, singly or together. These are such as can
walk. The contests of the field-flasks is distributed amongst
these, a bandage is applied to such wounds as are bleeding, and
the way to the ambulance pointed out to them. Then for-
ward again. Over the dead — over hillocks of corpses! Many
of these dead show traces of horrible agonies. Eyes staring

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unnaturally, hands grasping the ground, the hair of the beard
staring out, teeth pressed together, lips closed spasmodically,
legs stiffly outstretched — so they he.

"There is not halting on the way, although on the right
hand and on the left resound slirieks of woe and cries for help;
and although also maey bullets fall among those who are thus
hurrying on, and stretch one and another on the grounds —
only onwards and over everything. Over men writhing with the
pain of their wounds, men trodden down by horses, tearing
over them, or crushed by guns passing over their limbs, and
who, seeing the rescue corps, mutilated as they are, rear them-
selves up for the last time. Over them, over them!"

Through similar scenes and experiences, the last of which
is her husband's unjust execution, the sword of Damocles
seems always suspended over the head of the heroine, and it
is almost incredible that insanity did not follow so much sorrow
and suffering. fM f^;

As to the value of the novel as a work of fiction, all readers
must be impressed by its strength and general merit. True,
there is the objection that all through the book we are reminded
of its purpose — we are not left to see or find the moral for our-
selves. Without doubt, better than a formal treatise could
do, "Madame Suttner's vivid pages will enable those of us
who have not seen anything of the ravages of war, or felt the
griefs and anxieties of non-combatants, to realize the state
in which people live on the Continent of Europe, under the
grim "shadow of the sword." m^:W^.

As the awarding of the Peace Prize testifies, it influenced,
more than anything else, the Hague Conference.

The book is gradually gaining in America that fame
which it already has in Europe. Critics will perhaps agree
with a Vienna paper, which in speaking of the peace question,
said, "On this question, no authority is higher than that of the
author of 'Lay Down Your Arms.' " Yet it is only the optimist
who, I think, wUl agree with Baroness von Suttner's partisan
view that: "Then novels and the forming of peace societies
were important factors toward the advancement of the move-
ment. But today it is has reached such a point and is associated
with such high and decisive political problems, that the acts
of the individual, in letters or societies, have been pushed
into the background. It has become the question of the hour,
and neither the energy of its originators nor the pleadings of
its followers are now essential to its final triumph,"

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I EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT. |

The'class tree^ number of the',,"Emory Phoenix" surpasses
all preceding issues. The departments are not so creditable
as[usual but the contributions more than make amends for the
shortcomings of the editors. The Senior Class History, though
very lengthy, deserves unstinted praise. The description of
the jindividuaL members, the narration of the incidents, real
and invented, connected with their college careers are written
so well that the history has a charm even for those not in-
terested in the class. The class poem is verse of a high quality
for a college publication.

^vvp "The Kendall Collegian" if judged by the same standard
as the^ Emory Phoenix, would deserve unfavorable criticism,
but the college of which it is the organ is a school of different
standard from the Emory College and hence the magazines
should not be judged by the same standard. The article on
Poe, though the style is far from smooth and flowing, contains
some good thought and shows study and knowledge of the
man. "A Conquest" is a story devoid of plot but fairly well
written. The class prophecy is also well written and charac-
teristics attributed to the members of the class are doubtless
of interest to them and their friends. In "Greatness" the
writer brings out a very old but also a very excellent thought
as to what constitutes true greatness.

"The Spectator" for April, maintains its usual standard.
The local and exchange departments mark an improvement
and reflect credit upon their editors. The editorials are
somewhat neglected. The papers on Hamilton and Nuncomar,
especially the latter, are worthy of mention. A thorough
understanding of the disposition and character of the Bengalers
is shown in this latter paper and the discussion is clear and
simple. "A Didatic Poem" is verse of a humorous nature
worthy of commendation. "A Mistaken Identity" is an in-
teresting story written in smooth and easy style.

The April number of the "Guilanian" is an excellent issue.
Don Alessandro O'Reilly, for a historical paper, surpasses
anything published in our exchanges for the year. It is
a masterly and exhaustive discussion of the deeds and incidents
connected with the life of that soldier of fortune. The style is
clear, mature and strong, and the paper is proof of extensive
research on the part of its author in its preparation. The paper

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on the "Fugitive Slave Law" throws light on the condition of
affairs just prior to the civil war. Incidents are cited showing
the non-enforcement of the law at the North, and the writer
points out that the law was doomed to fail since it exasperated
the Northerners because its enforcement was attempted, and
enraged the Southerners because it was not successfully en-
forced. "The Tragedy of a Bow of Blue Ribbon" is a short
story cleverly told and very amusing. The Newcomb girl's
being mistaken a second time for some one else springs a sur-
prise on the reader and thus gives strength to the plot. "The
Princess and the Page" is a carol that has a quaintness and a
charm about it that are indescribable.

"The Ouchita Ripples" for appropriate covers, good paper,
and clear print is one of our best exchanges. The article on
the "American Navy" deserves to be complimented for thought,
style and diction. "Fifteen years after" is a story fairly well
written but the conversi6n of the lover should have been
accomplished in a more subtle manner and not have monopo-
lized so much space of a love-story whose denouement was
to be the marriage of the lovers. "The Outlook of the South"
is an instructive discussion of the resources and development
of the South, and impresses one with the belief that our future
is bright. Of the various departments the literary depart-
ment reflects most credit upon its editor.

CLIPPINGS.

There was a professor in college.
Who covered a corner in knowledge;
He oozed Latin roots
From the head to the boots,
And used a Roman doxoledge. — Ex.

A lady, from out Iowa,
Was taking a stroll one day;

Her mugget was lost,

At a very great cost,
And it made the poor girl trist-e. — Ex.

She said: "Give us our daily bread,"
Then heaved a little sigh
And said: "Tomorrow night, mama,
I'm going to pray for pie." — Ex.

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A BOARDING HOUSE BLESSING.

0, power of love, come down from cibove,
And bless this skippery ham;
And bring us some meat that's fit to eat,
For this ain't worth a d . — Ex.

Why is it that the tomcat
Makes discord when he sings?

Because the horrid tomcat

Is filled with fiddle strings. — Ex.

Owen Moore came to town one day,
Owen Moore than he could pay;
Owen Moore left town that day,
Owen Moore. — Ex.

RECANTATION.

I shall arise and go down to the East;

There shall I offer in the light of morn

A sacrifice that I may be re-born
To a new life, and from the old released.
Too long have I held place at Circe's feast,

No more will I with crowns her hair adorn.

The while she hold an honest heart in scorn.
And values it among her booty least,
For me the morrow calls, I shall obey;

And from me cast the glamour of her spell —
The false enchantment of her drowsy eyes.
In morning's light I see the fairer way.

Whose paths turn from the open Gates of Hell,
And I will follow it; — I shall arise! — Ex.

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