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For Catalogue address % 

W. B. MURRAH, President. | 


College Directory. 


President W. B. Murrah, D. D. LL. D. 

Secretary J. E. Walmsley, Ph. D. 

Librarian A. A. Kern, Ph. D 

Students' Organizations. 

Editor-in-Chief of The Collegian B. F. Witt 

Business Manager of The Collegian W, A. Welch 

Editor-in-Chief of Bobashela T. L. Bailey 

Business Manager Bobashela A. B. Campbell 

Editor-in-Chief of Purple and Wliite R. H. Ruff 

Business Manager of Purple and White M. L. Neill 

President Galloway Literary Society T. A. Stennis 

President Lamar Literary Society R. J. Mullins 

President Athletic Association J. M. Guinn 

Representitave to M. I. 0. Contest T. L. Bailey 

Representative to Crystal Springs Chautauqua... J. W. Crisler 
Representative to Hattiesburg Chautauqua... A. B. Campbell 

Anniversarian for Lamar Literary Society T. L. Bailey 

Anniversarian for Galloway Literary Society B. F. Witt 

Millsaps-Southern University Debaters, 

R. H. Ruff and R. J. Mullins 

President Y. M. C. A W. A. Welch 

Base Ball Manager T. A. Stennis 

Track Team Manager W. A. Welch 


M VoL 10. Jackson, Miss., October, 1907. No. 1. H 


(*Speech delivered by W. F. Murrah in the Mississippi Ora- 
torical Contest, Columbus, May, 1907.) 

In an age when everything looks to change, when the 
fundamentals of religion, and, even of family life, are brought 
into question, it is not strange that problems of democratic 
government should attract our attention. Nor is it a 
misfortune that we are called upon to study the underlying 
principles of our Constitution. The very essence of self-gov- 
ernment consists in a thorough knowledge of the methods and 
purposes of government. To rest content with the idea that 
our Constitution is so perfect that it needs no intelligent care 
is suicidal. It is true that "to live is to change," and "to be 
perfect is to have changed often," but if we do not have a clearly 
formed idea of the tendencies already existing, mere helpless 
change is but another name for disintegration arid decay. 

Since the time when our forefathers drew up that Con- 
stitution called by Mr. Gladstone, "the greatest single pro- 
duction ever struck off by the brain and purpose of man," a 
change has come over the spirit of our government. We 
still print in our text books the same Constitution that Mad- 
ison formed and Hamilton defended, but neither of these old 
school statesmen would feel at ease in a constitutional dis- 

* It is provided in the Constitution of the Mississippi Oratorical 
Association that the representatives of the Colleges shall have their 
speeches pubUshed in their respective College journals during the year 
succeeding the contest. 


cussion in the cabinet of Cleveland or Roosevelt. The di- 
viding line, so clear in the last century, between Federal and 
State power is vanishing in the wake of policy and expediency. 
No feature of the original Constitution is more distinctive 
than the emphasis laid on the power of the several states. 
To the men who undertook to mould a nation from the thir- 
teen vigorous, hardy, and intensely patriotic common- 
wealths, there was ever present the fundamental truth that 
the only way to create and maintain a vital and successful 
government is to make the people partakers in all official 
actions. With this in view, a dual form of government was 
devised, and so perfect was the division of powers, that though 
all the parts of the two inter-acting political machines were 
driven by the same motive power of popular control there 
was the most complete harmony between state and nation. 
While the individual citizen took an equal part in the state 
government and in the Federal, yet it was his state that was 
his native country, that roused in him the passionate devotion 
of local patriotism. It was to accept a position as state 
governor that Robert Y. Hayne resigned his seat in the United 
States Senate, and the first Chief Justice of the United States 
Supreme Court felt it an honor to retire from Federal service 
and become governor of New York. These early patriots 
had not overlooked the fact so fatally forgotten by the men of 
Recontsruction days, that the central government was created 
by small independent republics and that it could never be 
older than its parents. 

It is not difficult to trace the steps by which the power 
and dignity of the state was undermined. For only a few 
years could our nation maintain its policy of "splendid iso- 
lation"; and in 1812 while the giant contest between the "man 
of destiny" and the "mistress of the seas" was at its height, 
we threw our weight into the trembling balance, and from 
that day no political calculation in Europe has been complete, 
which has not taken America into account. International 
relations were thus estabhshed, and as a result of these the 

Jackson, ftiiss. 


treacherous desire for national expansion, to which we can 
trace the downfall of the great nations of history, has year 
by year grown stronger. Naturally these foreign questions, 
which attract our people and which must be dealt with by 
Federal authorities, have served to transfer popular interest 
from the politics of the state to that of the nation. 

The state has become too small for our large business 
enterprises. The sphere of these industries has widened from 
localities to state and from state limits has spread abroad over 
the whole nation. Questions of financial interest have begun 
to absorb our legislative bodies, and policies of vast corpora- 
tions usurp the attention that is due the welfare of the people 
of the state. Every step in our progress has been made at 
a fearful cost. The very instruments that have been used to 
build the greatest nation on the face of the earth have become 
sources of corruption from which have arisen conditions 
altogether unknown to our fathers. 

These new conditions have tended to degrade the character 
of our law-making bodies. Our ablest men are attracted to 
Federal office on account of the greater interest and prom- 
inence of the questions at issue, and the vastly more important 
matters of state legislation have fallen into the hands of men 
who are either helplessly ignorant in framing statutes or are 
willing tools of the vast corporations that are chartered and 
regulated under state supervision. 

From such causes can come but one result. The interest 
of the people has been withdrawn from the selection of state 
legislators and centered upon the more spectacular affairs 
of a nation that says to the warring hosts of Europe and Asia, 
"Thus far shalt thou come, and no farther." And thus it is 
that while we have been speaking peace to rival powers, we 
have at the same time been losing respect for the third-rate 
politicians who consume their time in corporation legislation. 

And with this loss of interest has come a change of attitude. 
It has been remarked by the most acute critic of American 
politics that our people have not ceased to care for their state 


— ^far from it. They are proud of their states — even where 
there is little to be proud of. That passionate love of com- 
petition which possesses English-speaking men, makes them 
eager that their states shall surpass the neighboring states 
in commercial interest and that their particular star shall 
shine at least as brightly as the other forty-four in the national 
flag. But these commonwealths do not mean to their citizens 
what they did in the days of the Revolution; they do not 
command an equal measure of loyalty, nor do they have so 
large an influence on the individual welfare. The truth is 
the state has shrivelled up. It retains its old legal powers 
over its citizens, its old legal rights as against the central 
government. But men no longer say, as Ames in 1782 or 
Quincy in 1811, that their state is their country. 

It is useless to rail against this state of affairs. Only 
by removing the causes can we change the effects. Our great 
nation cannot and will not allow matters of vital interest to 
be continually neglected, nor can crime and graft continue 
to flourish in high places. These flagrant evils will be cor- 
rected, if not by state legislation, then by Federal action. 
Not as an unfriendly threat but as a timely warning have our 
executive officers proclaimed what historical students have long 
taught, the power irresistibly centers where it is exercised — 
that the unused arm loses its strength. 

We must frankly recognize the evils of our present state 
government. We must clearly see that if we resist the strong 
and well-oi^anized movement of a few able and honest men for 
a centralization of power, it must be done by removing the 
necessity for placing upon our Constitution an interpretation 
that makes for centralization. When our people are throttled 
in the grasp of trusts chartered and controlled by state, when 
the hope of our nation is blasted by child-labor legalized 
by states, when marriage becomes a mockery and divorce 
is a question of geography because of varied state laws, when 
"state rights" has become the slogan of financial interests 
and corporate greed, then it is folly to talk of the sacredness 


of state sovereignty. For the states to be preserved they must 
be worth preserving. 

To revivify the state we must recreate the legislature, 
the palsied arm of an omnipotent people. The timid, time- 
serving politician must be replaced by the courageous states- 
man, trained to know his duty and strong to perform it. For 
this service there is demanded all over the land a general 
revival of a knowledge of the Constitution and of the theory 
of government. We must reaUze thart the first great duty 
of every man is to be a citizen, that all education is but pre- 
paratory and looks to the fitting of the man for civic duties, 
that of all forms of training that in political and social service 
is the most vitally necessary. The man versed in all other 
learning but ignorant of state-craft is only a dead weight of 
useless knowledge and needs the enlivening touch of a coal 
from the altar of pohtical duty. 

There is needed again the voice of one crying in the wilder- 
ness of political decay. We have had too much of iconoclasm 
both in religion and in law; we are dominated too much by 
the spirit of expediency and opportunism; we show too little 
regard for the outcome of our legislation. We have long 
suffered from the pernicious fallacy that public service re- 
quires no especially trained faculties, that in the discharge of 
official duty one man is as good as another. Our state legis- 
lative bodies must attract and then must secure our ablest 
men, those men who are today shaping the commercial destinies 
of the world. 

But this cannot come till every educated man realizes that 
there rests upon him a God-given responsibiUty which only 
the traitor can surrender. There never was made by man 
a form of government so perfect that its operation did not 
demand a skillful brain and an honest heart. The safety 
of our individual state rests on all of the people — not on a 
part of them; and there never was a time when the absence 
of the scholar from politics was so ominous of evil. 


I know it has been said that the knaves have taken the 
honest men in a net and have contrived machinery which 
"grinds only the grist of rascals." This it is that has given 
rise to the agitation of today with its strident calls for cen- 
tralization and for whatever Hes beyond, possibly monarchy 
and ruin. But to give up our politics and our country to 
rogues is to deny the evolution of history and to despair of 
the laws of justice. 

Shall our educated men sit idly at home, not knowing 
their duty nor caring to know, nursing the sickly feeUng that 
polities is tiresome and dirty, half despairing of a repubhc 
and half cherishing a fond delusion that "somehow good will 
be the final goal of ill." 

Should our independent states ever fall under the control 
of corporations and deserve the fate that their historic boundary 
lines be wiped off the map of a centrahzed nation, it would 
not be a case of government mastered by ignorance but of 
government betrayed by intelhgence; it would not be "the 
victory of the slums but the surrender of the schools." 

But our states and our people will r^ rouse to their oppor- 
tunity before it is too late. The interest of an educated 
nation will once more center in a purified legislature. Already 
the dawn is breaking. The youth of tod^y are learning lessons 
of political wisdom, and the light of an awakened public 
sentiment is turned on recreant officials in great states. Nation- 
al patriotism and state pride are moving together to rid 
our government of corruption, and wh'u in the conflict of 
contending forces other nations have fallen in the mad race 
for supremacy, then shall the world point to us as a people 
who have withstood the shocks of war, because we have con- 
quered the evils of ambition and corruption, and have inspired 
our citizens with a holy enthusiasm for a nation in which 
freedom. Phoenix-like, shall be reborn to the end that this 
"government of the people, by the people, and for the people 
shall not perish from the earth." 



Co-ed, co-ed, looking sweet. 
On the campus all so neat, 

What immortal hand or eye 

Framed thy lovely symmetry? 

Who the workman, on what morn. 
Planned thy beauty and forged thy form; 

From what distant deep or skies 

Came that love within thine eyes? 

When the stars threw down their spears 
And watered heaven with their tears — 
Smiled He twice His work to see. 
For He Who made the rose, made thee! 

"Prep." '90. 


John Wychffe had said that if he lived he would have a 
college education. The neighbors and his mother, however, 
discouraged the idea, for at that time it was thought the 
the rich alone could obtain that higher development; and 
since his father had died and left a family of four for him 
to support they hardly thought it probable that he would 
ever become wealthy. But he worked hard, all the time 
saving a little money, and after many years it became possible 
for him to realize his "dream." 

The day for his departure came. His mother gave as 
her parting admonition that he should not be discouraged^ 
"You are not going to be able to wear fine clothes like the 
other boys," she said, "and they may laugh at and scorn 
you, but endure it all!" 

The good-byes were then said and John started upon liis 
way to the railroad station, rejoicing as no one can rejoice save 
those who have persistently striven and at last have received 
their reward. 


He arrived at College in due time. He noticed that he 
attracted a good deal of attention and could not imagine 
why until one fellow remarked, "Wonder where he got the 
pattern." Then he knew that they were talking of his home- 
spun jeans. It was on account of this attire that he was given 
the name "Rustic." — by which he was ever afterward known 
He now began for the first time to realize the meaning of his 
mother's words. 

Although he did not impress the boys as being good 
authority upon fashions, they concluded that he was "a pretty 
good sort of a greener." The professors, too, were surprised 
when he presented himself for examinat on, for he was much 
better prepared than the average student. Their surprise 
was even greater when inquiry concerning his preparatory 
school brought the reply, "I prepared myself." 

The boys who had decided that he was a "pretty good 
sort of a greener," and that there was nothing more to him 
were considerably surprised when they reported to class, for 
they soon saw that he was unusually well developed. It soon 
became evident that Will Johnson, the scholarship man, was 
now to have a rival worthy of his consideration. 

"Rustic" grew in favor with the boys and was fast becom- 
ing a recognized leader in the Literary Society, as well as in 
other phases of the college work. At the close of the first term 
his grade was two points better than Will's. 

The second term examinations came and passed. "Rus- 
tic" again;led lliis class, this time by a greater number of points 
than before. It now became evident to Will that he was 
beaten, and fearing that he might lose his standing with the 
boys should "Rustic" get the prize, he set himself to thinking 
of some way by which he might injure his rival's reputation, 
and if possible, get him expelled from school. 

He accordingly took his closest friend into his confidence 
and after much plotting, they decided to remain quiet until 


the third term examinations, and then to slip some trans- 
lations into "Rustic's" desk. They knew that cheating on 
examination was punished by expulsion, so they had every- 
thing ready when the third term examinations came. 

The examination was up and all the pupils had begun to 
write when Will arose and advancing to the teacher's desk, 
infomied him that "Rustic" was cheating. The teacher ex- 
amined "Rustic's" desk and to the surprise of all found the 
translations. "Rustic" explained that he knew nothing of 
their presence, and the teacher would have believed it, had 
not another fellow spoke up and said that he had seen him 
cheat in a former examination. This convinced the Professor 
that "Rustic" had cheated, so he went to the President and 
recommended immediate expulsion. This was done and "Rus- 
tic," disgraced and discouraged, started for home. 

When he arrived at home he told his mother the story of 
his being expelled, and how the boys had managed to crush 
him. His mother believed his story and did much towards 
dispelling the gloom which had cast itself over him. He vowed 
that he would have revenge for the wrongs done him, little 
dreaming how soon the opportunity would come. 

Will's father, who was a very wealthy man, had several 
plantations. It became necessary for him to send a message 
to one of them, and since it was away out in the country, 
the manager got his mail only once a week; so it was decided 
to let Will ride through the country— a distance of thirty or 
forty miles — and deliver the message. 

Will arrived safely at the farm late on the evening after 
he left home, but he was not to make the return trip so suc- 
cessfully, for he was scarcely three miles away from the farm 
when his horse suddenly jumped and threw him against a 
tree. He tried to walk, but discovered that his leg had been 
broken, so he lay down and began to crj^ out for help. He 
had not been lying thus but a few minutes when he heard 
someone coming. Twisting around he was startled to see 


"Rustic" approaching. What would he do since he now had 
an opportunity to have revenge for the shameful way in 
which he had been mistreated? While he lay thus thinking, 
"Rustic" approached and spoke to him as pleasantly as if 
nothing had ever happened between them, at the same time 
asking the extent of his injuries, and how long he had lain 
there suffering. 

"Rustic" took Will upon his shoulders and started for his 
home which was about a quarter of a mile away. When he 
arrived he put him to bed and immediately started for a 
doctor. The doctor came, dressed Will's wound and told 
him that it would be several days before he would be able to 
return to his home. 

During his stay "Rustic" remained with him and read to 
him. Will had hoped that Rustic would say something of 
his college experiences but they seemed to have been forgotten. 
So Will concluded to bring up the subject, confess his guilt 
to "Rustic." He told him that he was afraid that he might 
lose his "standing" with the boys if he got the medal 
and that for that reason he had slipped the translations into 
his desk. He asked forgiveness, and "Rustic," 
ever ready to do a noble deed, foi^ave him and agreed to forget 
the past and be his good friend even afterward. 

When Will returned home, his mother and father noticed 
that he was a changed boy; for instead of the gay boy of former 
days he was now sad and melancholy. They wondered what 
could be the cause but they were not to conjecture long, fof 
he told them the whole story. His father had him go to the 
faculty and have them rescind the order expelling "Rustic.'' 
The faculty immediately sent "Rustic" notice of what they 
had done and stated that they regretted that the mistake had 
occurred. They insisted that he return the following session. 

In the meantime Will's father had not been idle, for he 
had sent for "Rustic" to come to see him at once. When 
"Rustic" arrived he offered him employment in the bank, and 
a home for his mother and her family free of charge. "In 
addition," he said, "I am going to educate you as if you were 


my son. The world needs such men as you and I could do no 
better than to equip you for useful service." 

"Rustic" and Will graduated in the same class, with 
highest honors, "Rustic" won the much-coveted medal, and 
no one was more delighted than Will. They then studied law 
and began practice together. 

Their firm soon came to be regarded as one of the ablest 
law firms in their native state. "Rustic," whose ambition 
ran along political lines, soon went to Congress, while Will 
stayed at home to look after the rapidly growing practice. 



What joy in early spring to roam 
The woods, the rising sun's slant rays 
Piercing the myriad budding boughs. 
Splotching with gold the trunks of trees, 
The leaves of shrubs, the blades of grass. 
Filtering in streams of white through mists 
That gather in those woody shades; 
Far from the busy haunt of man, 
Where all is still, serene and quiet, 
Save for the call and counter-cry 
Of blue- jays, now and then the bark 
Of cautious, curious squirrel there, 
The swish of branches as he leaps 
From tree to tree, and mosquitoes 
Singing their song of blood and war; 
The crickets having chirped themselves 
To drowsy sleep, the frogs sung hoarse, 
The owl silent, hooting no more, 
His eyes now closed in slumbrous rest. 
And other night-waked creatures stol'n 
From light of day to their dark holes; 
Here one can hear the vibrant song 
Of Nature pulsing through the air — 


Take great deep breaths made wondrous sweet 

By fragrant flowers and night dews, 

Pure, clear, fresh- washed, pleasing cool, 

Delicious with the sense of life 

And growth, so real, distinct it seems — 

See Nature in her purit5% 

Her innocence and careless freedom — 

Get near to Life's strong heart and feel 

Its helpful throb; have stir within 

Longing desires — oh, passionate — 

To live as true, to be as pure, 

Ennobled with inspiring thoughts 

Purer and higher, yearning now 

To be more worth, to better know. 

To love his God, to have the quiet 

And peace that perfect goodness brings. — C, '07. 


Roy Gilmore lived with his parents in their out-of-the-way 
farm home, several miles from the railroad in southern Louis- 
iana. But at the age of sixteen, when a boy first begins to 
feel the "man" coming into existence within himself, Roy 
began to feel a desire for freedom, to "be his own man," and 
to earn money for himself. He longed to get away from the 
quiet and monotonous farm life and to Hve in a city. He 
knew nothing of city life, except what he had seen when he 

went with his father in their ox-wagon to B , fifteen miles 

away, to market their farm produce. He had gotten the 
idea that it was an easy life of fun and enjoyment for boys, 
so he had decided to try it for himself. 

He knew that his father and mother would never consent 
to his going away, and he decided to slip away without men- 
tioning it to them. One Sunday night, after his parents had 
retired, he rolled up some extra clothing in a bundle, put a 
few cakes from the pantrv in his pockets and started out for 


B . He was not afraid of the night and of ghosts as most 

boys of this age are, for he had been hunting several times at 
night with his father, and thus became familiar to darkness, 
but he could not keep from imagining that some of the shadows 
of the tall swamp trees were living beings and were following 
him. However, he was determined in his purpose, and pushed 
forward, arriving at the city just about daybreak. He had no 
thought of turning back until he reaUzed his utter loneliness 
when he reached town, tired and wornout from the trip. Never 
before had the little farm home seemed so dear to him as it 
did while he stood, unnoticed on the corner of Market Street, 
as the busy populace hurried by to their places of business. 
He thought of how his parents were then probably sitting 
around the little family table, and of how they would miss his 
presence, and of the usual daily boyish fun he would miss that 
day. Still that determination was in his heart and he decided 
to hunt some work to do. 

He went to several places of business and asked if he 
could get something to do and everywhere he received the 
same gruff reply, "No, we don't need you." Late in the 
afternoon he was getting very hungry, as he had eaten his last 
cakes jut before entering the city, and he did not have a cent 
to buy anything to eat. He had almost begun to despair and 
thought of returning home. But, somehow, almost invol- 
untarily he walked down the L. R. & N. Railroad, which was 
then under construction, to the camp of the grading crew 
just outside of the city hmits. 

As he passed by the tents of the workmen someone spoke 
to him, "Hey, kid! Where are you going?" 

There was a ring of kindness in this man's voice, and as 
these were the first friendly words that had been spoken to 
him since he left home he stopped and said, "Just walking 

"Come by this way," continued the man who had inter- 
rupted him. 


The man, who was Mr. Wlson, the manager of the crew, 
soon found out Roy's condition, and as he was in need of a 
"water-boy" out on the works, employed him at once. The 
next morning at six o'clock Roy went out to work with a crew 
of rough men. 

The work he had to do was not very hard, such as carrying 
water and doing in general what the men called "flunking," 
but the workmen were all gruff and wicked, and this did not 
suit Roy at all. He had never known what profanity was 
and every word of it stung him to the heart. He did not 
mind his work, but before night he had become so tired of their 
ceaseless cursings that he was almost ready to run away again 
and go back to his home. 

Mr. Renshaw, foreman of the works, was at times a very 
reckless and dissipated man. He had been in several shooting 
affrays, at gambling houses and other places, and rumor had 
it that two men had gone down to their graves as a result 
of his good marksmanship. However, the men under him 
liked him, for when he was sober he was good-natured and 
seldom got on one of his "spells" while on duty. 

It was with this man that Roy was constantly thrown, 
carrying orders to the men and running other errands by day 
and occupying the same tent at night. Roy was very small 
for his age and Renshaw treated him with a kind of tenderness, 
as if he regarded him as being more of a child than a man, 
and Roy soon found himself liking the man. It was as much 
Renshaw 's influence as anything else that kept him from 
returning home before Saturday which was pay-day in the 
grading camp. Roy's wages for the week amounted to about 
three dollars, which was more money than he had ever had 
in his pockets before. He felt like a young Rockefeller as he 
rattled his first earnings. All thought of returning home was 
now gone. 

Back at home his parents were very much troubled about 
him at first, but they had an idea where he had gone and 
thought he would return in a few days. When after several 


days he did not show up they thought of hunting for him, and 

were ready to start for B , when poor old Mr. Gilmore 

sorrowfully said, "No, we will not go to look for him. We have 
raised him up and done all we could for him. Now, if he 
don't care any more for us than to run away we'll let him go." 
It hurt the old fellow much to know that his only child, whom 
he loved so dearly had treated him thus, and as he said this 
large tears of grief came into his eyes. His wife threw her 
arms around him and in her gentle and consoling way said, 
"Don't worry, John, Roy loves us yet, and will come back 
sometime. You know he will. The Lord will take care of 
our boy and will send him back in safety." There was some 
comfort in this for the old man, and he tried to believe his 
son would be back in a few days. He loved the boy more 
than parents usually do, he was their only child; and it was 
not possible, he believed, for the boy to forsake him. But, 
alas, how often loving parents are brought to sorrow by a 
careless son! 

Roy continued all the next week at his work, and was 
beginning to get familiar with the profanity of the men, in fact, 
he was using a few curse-words himself. He thought less of 
his parents, and the little cabin out on the farm; his mind 
was fully taken up with the thought of becoming "a rich man." 
He still loved his parents and his home, but his thoughts were 
of what he considered larger things. Often, in the stillness 
of the night, thoughts of the sweet pleasures of that dear old 
family fireside would return to him, as it does to every boy 
away from home, and he would think that he ought to be at 
home, but he would cast the thought aside, saying to himself, 
"I'll go back sometime, not now." 

On Saturday of the second week after Roy entered the 
railroad camp, on account of its being "pay day" the men did 
not work in the afternoon, and he and Renshaw passed the 
time away, lounging about in their tent. Just as it was getting 
dark Renshaw asked Roy to take a walk with him. As they 

walked down the railroad toward B , which was hardly 

a half mile away, Roy noticed that his companion was unusually 


silent. They passed by an old car and Renshaw picked up 
an iron rod about three feet long. 

"What are you going to do with this?" Roy asked. 

"Wait and see," was the gruff reply. 

They walked on a little farther to some box-cars, where 
Renshaw told Roy to stay with him for awhile. They were 
there only a few minutes when Roy saw a man coming down 
the road from town. He recognized him at once as being 
Mr. Wilson, who had been to get money to pay the men. As 
soon as he came in sight, Renshaw told Roy to get behind the 
car and stay there until he told him to move. Perhaps Wilson 
saw Roy step behind the car but did not pay any attention to 
him, and as he walked directly by it Renshaw struck him with 
all force with the iron bar, wliich laid him senseless on the 
ground. He then grabbed the bag which his victim had carried 
in his hand, put the money in his pockets, giving Roy a few 
bills, and started on towards town. Roy did not intend to go 
with him, but Renshaw turned and told him to follow or "get 
some of the same dose." 

They arrived in town just in time to catch the west-bound 
S. P. train which was pulling out for Texas. Here Roy was 
shrewd enough to dodge his now undesirable companion by 
jumping off on the opposite side of the train, which was soon 
moving too fast for Renshaw to get off. In this way he was 
able to escape the desperate criminal who intended to force 
him to go along, and thus make him an accomplice of the crime. 

When Roy was alone he was so frightened over what had 
happened that he could scarcely control himself. He knew 
he would be suspected of being a partner in the crime, but it 
never occurred to him that he could tell the facts and thus 
clear himself. His one thought was to get away, and with 
this in view he started down the road which leads out into the 
river swamps. 

As all the workmen were at the camp waiting for Mr. 
Wilson to return and pay them, they did not remain long 
before they began to suspect that something was wrong. A 
search was started and they found him lying dead by the car. 


Roy and Renshaw were suspected at once as being the guilty 
parties, for they were gone and had been seen walking down 
the railroad just after dark. Officers were sent in search of 
them. Roy had been seen by someone when he left town, 
and in less than three hours he was brought back and put 
in jail, but Renshaw was never caught. 

Roy would tell nothing of the affair at first, but his actions 
and the bills found on his person were sufficient proof that he 
was implicated in the crime. He was arraigned before a court 
as soon as possible on the grave chaise of murder. 

When on the witness stand he told the straight facts of 
the case, but circumstantial evidence was against him, and he 
was convicted and sentenced to the farm for twenty years. 

Imagine the feelings of his parents when they learned that 
their son was connected with such an affair. The boy they 
had loved so tenderly, the boy they had tried so hard to bring 
up in the right way, their only son, in whom all their hopes 
had been placed — a criminal! How hard it does seem for the 
innocent to suffer for the wrong-doings of others; how sad for 
gray hairs to be brought down to the grave by the thoughtless- 
ness of a reckless boy. 

Roy was carried to the state prison and after being fitted 
with a suit of convict stripes was put to hard labor in the 
fields. He still asserted his innocence and told everyone how 
he was connected with the affair. He soon saw there was no 
chance of escape, so he went to work and soon won the confi- 
dence of the officials, and was made a "trusty." 

He had been on the farm about three years when a young 
clergyman named Gilmore came from Texas to preach to the 
convicts. This young man heard of Roy and learned the 
particulars of his case, and also on talking to him found that 
they were distantly related. This aroused his interest in 
Roy and he began to work to secure a pardon for him. After 
due consideration by the state officials it was granted. Roy 
was once more free — ^but what was this freedom to him? 
He knew that his sowing of "wild oats" had almost driven his 
mother insane and had helped to send his father to an early 

M., '09. 

I The Millsaps Collegian | 

X Vol. 10. Jackson, Miss., October 1907. No. 1. ^ 

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College. 

C. Hascal Kirkland Editor-in-Chief 

J. C. RoussEAux Associate Editor 

Thos. L. Bailey Local Editor 

Bessie Huddlbston Literary Editor 

Jeff Collins Alumni Editor 

R. M. Brown Y. M. C. A. Editor 

W. F. Murrah Business Manager 

R. J. MuLLiNS, W. p. Moore Assistant Business Managers 

Remittances and business communications should by sent to W. F. 

Murrah, Business Manager; Matter intended for publication 

should be sent to C. H. Kirkland, Editor-in-Chief. 

issued the fifteenth day of each month during the college year 
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There has been much talk of late concerning the 
COLLEGE cause of dishonesty as well as other maladies 
HONOR. that afflict man. There can be little doubt that 
an operation for brain pressure is the only suf- 
ficient remedy in some cases, but there is such a number of 
milder attacks which express themselves in such multifarious 
and unheard-of ways as to cause the surgeon much trouble 
in determining just what section of the skull to raise. For the 
present, at least, it seems that we will have to deal with these 
unfortunates in the same old way. 


The seriousness of the situation is hard to realize. Ob- 
servation and inquiry seem to point out dishonesty in one 
type or another as a universal evil in college. It is unfair to 
chaise that the college men have less honor than other people 
but the fellow that claims his college untainted with this 
crime, is branded either a poor observer or so depraved as to 
conceal the truth. 

Every boy who enters college has heard the same sermon 
from the pulpit, and the same lecture from the Sunday School; 
previous to every examination, the professor rehearses the 
penalties for each one known to be guilty of "jacking." In 
the Young Men's Christian Association he hears the same 
ideas reiterated even with greater earnestness. The man 
caught cheating is "shipped," labeled with burning anathemas 
from faculty and student body. Such a course has been 
followed for years and "cribbing" continues to sap the lives 
of college men. 

A wave of the college "honor system" has spread especially 
over the South in the past few years and seems to have worked 
very satisfactorily. As a "system" it is doubtless better 
adapted to the growth of honor men than the old method of 
faculty-inspection, but we have by no means reached the goal 
of perfection. Dishonesty is lurking in the back-ground and 
though it may mean the surgeon's "knife and gimlet," we can 
not say that we have finished the fight. 

In truth the solution of the problem does not depend on 
building up "systems," however perfect they may be, but an 
all-pervading "spirit of honesty" is what we need most of all. 
The spirit is the life and the system is the means of expression 
for that life. The "honor spirit" is to the system what steam 
is to the engine, and until we have an "honor spirit," we need 
a "system" no more than the ancients needed steam engines. 
We have a "system" and it is possibly more than we can 
perfectly manipulate. The most imperative need is for us to 
grow a genuine "spirit of honesty." We have heaped ven- 
geance on the heads of those found guilty, we have cried out 


against it from the desk and pulpit, we have depended on the 
Faculty, we have appealed to the "honor system," — yet dis- 
honesty abides. The merits of all these methods needs no 
defense, and we must conserve the good results they have 
produced; but in the meantime, let us turn our forces toward 
the development of the healthy, sensible and strong spirit 
of honor. 

But this is the problem which has perplexed our best wit 
and defied our most earnest efforts. We have shifted our 
forces, stressed one phase, then another, and still we see many 
fellows capable of great things, fall into the meshes of this 
deplorable habit which converts them into mental weaklings 
and moral cowards. They first "jacked" for the novelty of 
the thing, but — ^more's the pity — they later cheated because 
they had lost their mental fiber, or didn't have the courage to 
meet a "bust" if it were caused by some unavoidable circum- 

The average fellow comes to college ambitious and ready 
to do what will make him more able to battle with the problems 
of life. He is more than willing to follow the foot-prints of 
those gone before, to pay the price of success, no matter what 
the cost. Therefore, if he finds his lessons hard and knows 
that the other fellows passed, fairly if possible, but passed, 
then he if not wiser than many will count it nearer akin to 
success to pass — even dishonestly — than to "bust," and save 
his honor. To him "nothing succeeds like success," and a 
failure before his fellows, the Faculty and his parents is much 
less pardonable than a "pass" gotten with the stain of dishonor. 

We must really convince the student that to pass on 
examination, desirable though it may be, is not the highest 
goal of college life, that each mile-stone unfairly attained has 
been reached at fearful loss to his mental strength and moral 
stamina, instead of the increased skill and double courage 
that each honest triumph inevitably brings. The great 
criterion of education is not the grade book, but the prepara- 
tion for citizenship in this stem and complex age of ours. The 


purpose and keenest mind for analyzing the many-sided prob- 
lems that present themselves in the discharge of liis social 
duties. The man who can think the clearest and strongest 
thoughts will master the elements of hfe. It is the breadth 
and depth of observation, analytic accuracy, ready adaptability 
to circumstances, together with this exceeding moral courage 
that enables the college man to dominate the society to which 
he belongs. 

Should a man wishing to strengthen his mind by higher 
training, to increase his power of thought by intense appli- 
cation, start out by diffusing his attention? Why should 
he attempt to develop strong thoughts, the product of con- 
centrated attention by keeping one hand on his paper, the other 
in his desk; one eye upon the teacher, the other on the help 
he nervously tries to obtain? May he expect the ideas in his 
sub-conscious mind to arrange themselves into well formed 
thoughts at the call of the will when his whole consciousness 
is beclouded by an infernal purpose to cheat? His will power 
being dethroned, allows ideas to flit through his mind in no 
more order than if he were dreaming, and his paper is sure to 
reflect and record this deplorable mental state. The teacher 
can scarcely determine from his papers, though they may 
contain statements sufficient to warrant a pass, whether his 
mental powers are developing in proportion to the information 
he is gathering or whether he is becoming a mental dyspeptic 
on account of the accumulation of linassimilated facts. 

He may deceive the professor, and his fellows, but he can 
not deceive himself. He knows that he is losing that perfect 
control of his mind, that his ability to think clearly and ac- 
curately is weakening. He knows that he has les self-confi- 
dence, and feels no longer free to work and welcome the test 
as before; but that he has become a slave to the habit. He 
is no longer conscious of increasing mental power and the 
thrill of a genuine triumph but slowly falls behind the pace of 
his fellows. He has so weakened himself that he no longer 
has the vision and courage to imitate the fellow who even with 


no better preparation, has a conscience clear as a crystal, 
with his determination set upon a victory, able to concentrate 
his attention on his work and martial every intellectual force 
into the position of greatest efficiency. Such a fellow may 
fail at first, but he does not surrender all; he has not exchanged 
the ability to think clearly and continue the struggle for one 
dishonorable pass which unhorses him for the greater battles 
to come. 

If a strong honor spirit is ever the leaven which will per- 
vade and control the whole student body, there must be a 
change in point of view. The idea that a "pass" is only a 
plum whose flavor is not efi'ected by the method used in the 
getting, must be eradicated before the average student can 
really feel like interfering in case his fellow prefers deception 
to honesty and genuine effort. The college man is not suffi- 
ciently selfish and revengeful as to do anything that will 
prevent his neighbor from getting any good thing and whether 
or not he has gotten his "plum" he has no desire either to 
crush or pull down the other fellow as the case may be. As 
long as the prevalent idea is predominant, the man who wishes 
to "cheat" will do so if he dares and only the exceptional 
student will enter a protest because it is known that the per- 
vading spirit would consider it a deed done to harm a fellow- 
student. To build an adequate honor spirit we must make 
less of dishonesty as a crime against the Faculty or the honest 
student and more of the devitalizing and suicidal effects on 
the guilty. 

We deem it unnecessary to remind the old 
The Student boys that our magazine is published by the aid 
and our of those pubHc spirited citizens of Jackson who 
Advertisers, advertise with us. This co-operation between 
men in the city and the student-body is most 
helpful to both parties. The presence of Millsaps College brings 
no less than $50,000.00 each session to swell the circulating 
fund of the Capital City, to say nothing of its value in bringing 


distinguished scholars to furnish the leaven of culture which 
attracts the best citizens, thereby rendering Jackson the most 
popular city in the state. There is hardly a man in town who 
is not directly or indirectly benefitted in a number of ways by 
the presence of the college. 

In our active student hfe the Collegian is indispensable 
and deserves the heartiest support of every student. Not only 
by subscription and contribution does your magazine expect 
your help, but also in helping us make it profitable for a busi- 
ness man to advertise with us. The Collegian advertisements 
are most helpful in finding any desired article and a satisfactory 
man with whom to deal. So, boys, remember to help those 
who help us and show your college spirit by letting them know 
that their support is appreciated and reveal to them the fact 
that we do turn our trade toward those whose advertising 
deserves our patronage. 




^ T. L. BAILEY, Editor. 

NOTE. — The Editor would gratefully appreciate anything of interest 
so please don't hesitate to report the news to him. 

Howdy ! 

Let's pull for more athletics! 

Messrs. J. W. Frost, S. L Osbom and M. S. Pittman 
visited friends and club-mates on the campus recently. 

New man — "Say, Mister, what's the admission to that 
Y. M. C. A. exception?" 

"Prof." J. H. Holmes, to the delight of his many friends, 
is back from A. & M. College where he has been doing post- 
graduate work. 

The Annual Y. M. C. A. reception was held on Friday 
evening, September 27th. This is one of the most important 
events in the opening part of the session, and was largely 
attended by the student body and friends of the College. All 
seemed to have enjoyed themselves to the fullest extent, and 
it is no longer "Mister," but "ole pal," etc. 

The distinguished Georgia lecturer, Chas. Lane, in an 
address to the student body recently, used the following il- 
lustration in urging the students to study well their mother- 
tongue: Said he, "A young man in meeting a lady friend would 
hardly say, 'Good morning, Miss Mary, let's work a sum,' but 
would speak of the delightful weather, the neighbors and other 
interesting topics." Mr. Lane is evidently not acquainted 
with the custom in vogue here last session, for "Good morning. 
Miss Mary, will you please work a sum," was the introduction 
to the majority of the conversations begun by the members 
of that allwise class. 

While enroute to New Orleans, Dr. A. B. Wise stopped 
for a day or two. Dr. Wise is exceedingly popular with both 
faculty and student body, and they are always glad to have 
him visit the college. 


Dr. Sullivan — Mr. Johnson, can you tell me what acid 
it is that makes makes biscuit dough rise? 

Johnson (very confidently) — Yes, sir. It's carbolic acid. 

The vacancies in The Collegian and the Bobashela 
staff were filled by the following appointments: Boboshela: 
W. F. Murrah, business manager; J. C. Rousseau, editor-in- 
chief; Collegian: R. M. Brown, Y. M. C. A. editor; W. P. 
Moore, assistant business manager. 

C. E. Allen (to Bishop Andrews) — Sport, are you going 
to see the Clansman to-night? 

Allen "skiddooed." More anon. 

In no institution can be found a more enthusiastic faculty 
than the one at Millsaps. They are ever alert and eager to 
more thoroughly equip themselves for their respective de- 
partments. Dr. SulUvan and Prof. Swartz, instead of taking 
a much needed vacation, did special work at the University 
of Chicago this summer. 

New man (seeing "Prep" Welch with his two weeks-old 
whiskers, standing in the G. L. S. door) — Boys, I believe 
the Galloways have got the best show. 

Dr. A. A. Kern is back again after a years' absence. Dr. 
Kern completed his doctor's degree at Johns Hopkins in the 
early spring, and spent the summer in Europe. With Dr. 
Kern at its head, Millsaps presents one of the strongest Eng- 
lish departments of any college in the country. 

Will some one please put Denham wise as to what De- 
partment holds forth in the spire of the main building? 

Mr. R. J. Mullins is receiving congratulations over his 
recent marriage. May no tempest ever trouble the now tran- 
quil matrimonial sea. 

Prof. 0. H. Moore, having secured a leave of absence, is 
now completing his graduate work at Harvard. In the ab- 
sence of Prof. Moore, the Modern Language Department is 
exceedingly well provided for in the person of his brother, 
Prof. Henry Moore. 

The Sophomore Class has elected the following officers: 
President, Miss CUngon; Vice-President, C. G. Terrell; Sec- 
retary, Miss Hoover; Treasurer, W. L. McGahey; Historian, 
Miss Saums; Sport, 0. G. Andrews and Poet, Fitzpatrick. 


At a recent meeting of the Y. M. C. A. Mr. W.P.Moore 
was elected President, and J. A. Beasley, Secretary. Messrs. 
Moore and Beaseley are workers, and we predict for the Y. M. 
C. A. a profitable year under this administration. 

Dr. Kern (making announcements with reference to cer- 
tain text-books) — I was not aware of the co-operative skin 
game, and have had Mr. Eyrich to order the books for my 

One of the most noticeable improvements on the campus 
during the summer months, was the painting of the cottages. 
They now look very neat and attractive. 

At a recent Business Meeting of the Y. M. C. A., when 
the President called for the initiation of members, Messrs. 
G. C. Clark, Boutwell and Sheppard seized their hats and 
rushed for the door with the remark: "No more initiations 
for us! We've been to the Dormitory." 

With the coming of each session Millsaps grows in quan- 
tity, quality, and variety. On the College roll will be found 
Lords, Savages, PC Smashers, Koons, Shepperds and Fousts. 

The beautiful new Camegie-Millsaps Library has been 
finally completed, and the formal dedication will take place 
November 1. We are looking forward to an interesting 
program. (After the building has been presented to the 
Board of Trustees by the Librarian, Dr. Walmsley, it will be 
accepted and dedicated by Bishop Charles B. Galloway, the 
President of the Board. The principal address of the day 
will be made by Dr. Dunbar Rowland, the Director of the 
State Department of Archives and History. We expect 
many of the friends of the College from a distance, and the 
day should be made an opportunity for re-union by the "old 

The library building itself is both an ornament to our at- 
tractive campus and a means of education in artistic taste 
and refinement. As a piece of architecture it is probably 
the most perfect in the State, and the only fault we would 
find with it is its provision for a separate reading room for 
the co-eds. 




Bessie; HUDDLESTON, ;Editor. 


With The Traitor Thomas Dixon finishes what he calls 

the Trilogy of Reconstruction, the other two members being 
The Leopard's Spots and The Clansman. As the term trilogy 
implies, the books are dramatic and are separate and complete 
stories, but deal with one historical period, the dark period 
following the Civil War and known as the Reconstruction. 
The same types of people figure in the three books, particu- 
larly in the last two. There is the same loyal, hot-blooded 
young Southern hero, rebellious against the existing state of 
affairs; the same Southern father with broken will, and in 
the "Traitor," a broken understanding; the same loyal Southern 
girl who loves the hero only to see him fall passionately in love 
with a beautiful Northern girl who has no mother and whose 
father's poHtics force a violent enmity between himself and 
Southern blood; and there is the same political scum of scala- 
wags and carpet-baggers striving among themselves to control 
the votes of the recently-enfranchised ignorant mass of negroes. 
This very element of sameness has made the book rather a 
disappointment to the readers whose interest is centered in 
the story rather than the historical facts and meaning of the 
dissolution of the Invisible Empire. 

The plot of the story depends upon this disbanding of 
the Ku Klux Klan and its reorganization under an unscrupu- 
lous local leader. John Graham, the hero of the story and 
the Grand Dragon of the Klan in Piedmont Carolina, says of 
it the morning after its formal dissolution under General For- 
est's order, and proposed re-ogranization under Steve Hoyle: 

"The Klan was the only way to save our civilization. I've 
sowed the wind and now I begin to see that somebody must 
reap the whirlwind. I realized it all in a flash last night 
when that scoundrel called the men to re-organize. The 
fools will follow him and there are thousands outside clamoring 
to get in. I've kept the young and reckless out as far as pos- 
sible. Steve Hoyle .... hasn't sense enough to see 
that the spell of authority once broken, he wields a power no 


human hand can control. It will be faction against faction, 
neighbor against neighbor, nian against man — the end martial 
law, prison bars and the shadow of the gallows." 

His words are prophetic. Under cover of the mystery of 
the Klan, robberies are coimiiitted and murder done. Internal 
feuds arise and the end is betrayal by Steve Hoyle and punish- 
ment at the hands of the Federal government of thousands of 
patriotic men of the South whose only crime is the protection 
of their land from Negro rule. The fact that these men are 
released from prison and pardoned before they can be tried 
by the Supreme Court of the United States does not lessen 
the reader's impression of the danger which was combined 
with the protection afforded by the singular order of the Ku 
Klux Klan. 

The "Tratior" is a milder story than either the "Leopard's 
Sopts" or the "Clansman." There is much spirit and plenty 
of violent love-making; the story^ is interesting to the last; 
our indignation undoubtedly rises high in the scenes of the 
Republican County Convention and of the trial of John Graham 
for murder by a jury composed of eleven black negroes and one 
dirty scalawag; but there is no scene of soul-sickening horror 
as in the other two books. There is some objection to the part 
Susie Wilson is made to play in marrying Ackerman, the de- 
tective, and the epilogue has been criticised by some for its 
resemblance to certain well-known fairy tales; but we should 
hardly like to see the beautiful and lovable Susie become an 
"old maid" because she could not marry John Graham; and 
as for the epilogue, there are those who like to know exactly 
what becomes of the hero and heroine and their friends. The 
"Traitor" is a very readable book. 






It is with a great deal of embarrassment that I assume 
the duties of Alumni Editor of the Collegian. I suppose 
it is my duty to say something of x41umni and of Alumnae 
So, Alumni, do not be offended if I should fail to choose words 
when I speak of you, or if I should be so cruel as not to mention 
your name in these columns. Alumnae, do not feel the least 
bit embarrassed, should I on all occasions "butt" into your 
sweet presence and without previous warning talk to you only 
of your Alma Mater. I shall endeavor to treat each Alumnus 
with due respect for his dignity and be considerate enough 
towards the abominable bachelor who still prowls around 
and claims admission to that august assembly. I shall strive 
to treat the Alumnae with ample regard for their beauty and 
grace, and shall heartily commend the skill with which any one 
of them may manage the fiery dart of dangerous cupid. 

I have always felt an immeasurable amount of awe and 
resignation for even a Senior, and have regarded them as mortals 
of great wisdom and dignity, but to go even beyond the Senior 
and deal with Alumni and Alumnae, the latter of which I 
confess my total lack of a skill in managing, is for me to take 
a Idng and dangerous step in absolute darkness, by which step 
I may accidentally flounder around and unconsciously get on 
the toes of some Alumnus or fall at the feet of some Alumna. 

It seems that the general trend of the Millsaps Alumnus is 
to delve into politics. The fact that the next legislature of 
Mississippi will have on its roll seventeen Alumni, confirms the 
above statement without enumerating the countless number 
of minor offices held by Alumni. 

Among the surprises of the August primary may be 
mentioned the election of 0. Backs trom as Superintendent of 
Education of Greene County. Mr. Backstrom not only de- 
feated his opponent but succeeded in convincing him several 
weeks before the election that it was entirely useless for him 
to continue the race, and hence he withdrew from the race. 


The surprising fact of it all is that Mr. Backstrom would even 
consent to enter the race for Superintendent with a man who 
had held that office for several years; but once started Mr. 
Backstrom is invincible. 

Another surprise of the Primary was the complete de- 
molishing of the District Attorney of the Second District by 
an Alumnus of Millsaps — Mr. East, the dancer. 

We could go on and enumerate many other instances of 
Millsaps Alumni entering politics, but those mentioned are the 
most surprising and the most recent Alumni. 

Hon. Sam Graham is now a most frequent and most wel- 
come visitor on the College campus. Mr. Graham is a member- 
elect of the next Legislature, and expects to take a law course 
in 'connection with his official duties. He is one among the 
few Alumni who has been fortunate enough to secure for him- 
self a better-half. Mr. and Mrs. Graham are now in Jackson, 
where they will remain until next summer. 

Now, every one who knows "Old Pitt" can imagine how 
much the boys of Millsaps were delighted to have his old bones 
exhibited on the campus last week. The Lamar Society with- 
out "Pitt" is like a mighty locomotive without an engineer. 
'Pitt" has also assumed the air of a politician, but claims 
'o be honest, since he was appointed Superintendent of one 
tf the Parishes of Louisiana, and not elected by the people. 
The excuse, however, is questionable. 

Jim Berry was among the few Alumni who were here on 
the beginning of the session. Well, if Jim is any better, any 
prettier, or any nearer the bliss of matrimony than he was 
while here, it is so little that you can scarcely tell it. Jim is 
making "good money" so he says. I therefore recommend 
him to some poor girl. 

No one ever thought of Jack Frost as other than one of 
us, since he so tenderly cares for us and so regularly visits us. 
Jack is going to make an eye specialist — we judge by his punc- 
tual attendance at the Blind Institute. 

Mr. Lamar Neill, one of the class of '07, is now holding 
the best position ever held by 'an Alumnus of one year's age. 
Mr. Neill is principal of the Hattiesburg High School. The 
last we heard of Mr. Neill he was in great trouble. He took 


the position on the contract that if he remained single he should 
be paid S1200, but if he got married, he should be paid $1500. 
For awhile Mr. Neill told it around that he was going to get 
$1500, but now he tells it that he is going to get only $1200. 
Who can guess what happened to Mr. Neill? 

It is impossible to mention in this issue all the wonderful 
things that Millsaps Alumni are doing. We therefore ask those 
whom we have not mentioned to send us a concise statement 
of their financial affairs together with their chances at matri- 





^ J. C. ROUSSEAUX, ^Editor. 

By the interchange of ideas comes a broadening of the 
mind as by no other means. It has frequently been the case 
that students at college could study to the best results only 
as they worked together. If each individual do his part and 
not wait to be led by the others, no better method of study 
could be pursued. It is true that the text-book is the corner- 
stone upon which the building of an education should be 
begun, but the expression in study room or in lecture room 
of the different conceptions acquired from the text causes the 
ideas of the others to be either changed or confirmed. It is 
the association, the comparison, the intermingling of ideas 
that sharpens the intellect of the Hstener. 

Now, this is precisely what the exchange department in 
the college publication should do. When the different maga- 
zines are exchanged and the thought of the different colleges 
is compared and the college spirit of the student world is 
commingled, the result should be the amehoration in magazine 
arrangement, in thought products, and in college enthusiasm 
of the individual institution. Thus it is that the colleges form 
a quasi-brotherhood, each one contributing his share, not to 
lower the standard, but to raise it higher and higher. Just as 
no individual can live to himself alone, but must Hve with a due 
consideration for others, so the college should never build a 
fence around its campus and refuse or neglect to communicate 
with the others. Long since has the idea of the hennit's cell 
metamorphosed into that of constant contact with conglom- 
erations of people. To a large extent this neighborly feeling 
that we sustain towards the other colleges is instigated by inter- 
collegiate games, debates, and contests. But we should never 
forget that the exchange departments in our magazines 
accomplish the identical result. 

The duty, then, of the college student is plain. Let him 
visit the library and there read the magazines from the other 
colleges. Let him read his own magazine, and let him read 
its exchange department. He will thus see two things: First, 
in the foreign magazines he will see whether the home pub- 
lication has been of sufficient worth to have received favorable 


comment, or of grave enough faults to have received severe 
criticism. If it haply be the former let him work to keep 
up the standard, but if it be the latter, let him blush with 
shame and strive to make his own magazine the best. Secondly, 
he will see what his home editors think of the others. If he 
read that department he will see clippings of note that may be 
both amusing and beneficial. 

To the associate editor the first issue of the Collegian 
is always embarrassing. As soon, however, as the magazines 
begin to come regularly to our desk, the department will have 
criticisms and clippings. 



^ Y. M. C. A. DEPARTMENT. ^ 

W ;r.5m:.IBROWN, Editor.]; ^ 

At a call meeting of the Young Men's Christian Association 
on the 25th of September, Mr. W. P. Moore was elected Presi- 
dent, and Mr. A. J. Beasley, Secretary. The Association is 
in safe hands. These two men are fully qualified to fill these 
important offices and not only that, they are men of fine moral 
character, and are in sympathy with every department of the 
work. Men, let us stand by our President; let us not place 
this responsidility upon him and then leave him to bear it 
alone, but let us co-operate with him by doing whatever is 
assigned us to do the very best we can, thus helping to make 
the Association all it should be. 

Professor Ricketts and Professor Sullivan were present 
at the devotional meeting of the Y. M. C. A., Sunday evening, 
and the words they spoke were helpful and inspiring to both 
new and old students. We are glad to have Professors Ricketts 
and Sullivan with us; they have always shown a great interest 
in the Association work and their heart to heart talks will be 
remembered by the boys long after they have passed out from 
the college walls. 

The Bible Study Rally was held on Friday evening, 
Oct. 11th, in the Y. M. C. A. Hall. Professor Ricketts ad- 
dressed the student body on The Value of Bible Study. After 
ward the Bible Study Courses were explained, and the stu- 
dents had an opportunity to enroll in one of the Courses. 
The privilege of enrolling is not limited to members of the 
Association but extends to the entire student body. 

Quite a large number of new students and a few of the old 
ones joined the Y. M. C. A. Friday night. That's right, men. 
The way to start right in college is to join the Y. M. C. A. as 
soon as you have a chance and the way to stay right is to keep 
the morning watch. 


The Bible Study Campaign and Millsaps Students. 

You may not be aware that the students of the North 
American Colleges are entering upon the most notable cam- 
paign ever waged for Bible Study among college students. 
The campaign calls for the enrollment of 50,000 college men 
in Bible Study. 

It does not take prophetic vision to see, at least in part, 
the results of this great forward movement. Already a prom- 
ise of a deep wave of evangelism through Bible Study is be- 
coming evident. Think of it! 50,000 of the thinking young 
men of our country spending from 20 to 30 minutes every 
morning in honest, earnest Bible study and communion with 
God. We hope that our ^Association will catch the spirit of 
this great forward movement and that each man will aid in 
enrolling this number by joining one of the Bible classes. 

Y. M. C. A. Reception. 

On the night of Sept. 27, the Young Men's Christian As- 
sociation gave its annual reception to new and old students. 
This was an occasion of handshaking and hearty good cheer. 
Quite a crowd was present and the evening was pleasantly and 
profitably spent. All formal introductions were discarded. 
Every one was tagged with a slip bearing his name, and after 
this reception each student is supposed to be acquainted with 
everj'' other one in school. 

We are glad to welcome the new men into our midst, and 
trust that they will fall into line, catch the spirit of Association 
work, and help in the fight for right. Don't delay in identify- 
ing yourself with the Association. You will be saved many 
temptations by starting out on the right side. 

Come to all the meetings and take an active part in the 
work. There is much to be done this session and we must 
each do our part. Every one has his work to do, and unless 
he accomplishes it the Association must suffer. 

The prospects for this year are very auspicious. We 
have some efficient and effective officers and a number of 
loyal and active members. 

Let us do all in our power to make this session the best 
in Y. M. C. A. work, and we may feel confident of success. 

W. P. M. 



Soda and Ice Cream 

Cor. Capitol & President 




Soda and Cigars 



One of the Sights 

Of otir Establishment is the Magnificent 
Display of Decorated China^ Fancy Bric-a- 
Bract ToySt Dolls, Glassware, Lamps and 
Hotise Fttrnishings to be seen here. It is one 
of the features of an art exhibition to which 
all visitors are cordially invited TO WALK IN 
AND LOOK AROUND. :::::::: 


R. W. MILLSAPS, Pres. Z. D. DAVIS, Vice-Pres. 

W. M. BUIE, Cashier 


Capital $25,000. Surplus Earned, $4,000. 


Interest Compounded Semi- Annually. 






VoL 10. Jackson, Miss., November, 1907. No. 2. 


Excepting Niagara, all the great scenic features of our 
country are beyond the Mississippi. Tlie National Yellow- 
stone Park not only excels anything of its kind in the United 
States but outranks the world for scenery and beauty. Its 
animals are better and its flowers smell sweeter than any of 
the rest of those in this land of ours. The Great Salt Lake' 
the only inland sea in the United States, is surrounded by the 
Unitah and Wasatch— the most picturesque mountain ranges 
in America. It makes one tremble to look from the top of 
the Grand Caflon of the Colorado upon the apparent rippling 
brook six thousand feet below. However, an investigation 
shows that what one saw from yonder precipice as a small 
brook is one of the grandest of rivers running between the 
highest banks of any river in the world. Observe, next, the 
Sierra Nevada mountains, of whose beauty the poet has never 
sung, and whose grandeur has never been proclaimed; on their 
western slope nestles the valley of the Yosemite, where the 
mirror lake reflects the beauty and grandeur of lofty Elcapitan, 
whose granite walls rise perpendicularly to a height of over 
three thousand feet. From the neighboring cliffs dash streams 
lik^ silver thread, forming the highest and most beautiful 
natural falls in the known world; bubbling from their unseen 
sources over the mountain tops, sparkling in the sunlight, 
they mingle with the verdure of the valley— "a carpet of flow- 
ers", that dot the landscape with colors of never ending fasci- 
nation and shed their fragrance on every passing breeze — 


and then as purling brooks, they go loitering along between 
their shady banks, murmuring sweet music as they flow, 
while merry birds hidden amid the foliage of the trees pour 
out their sweetest notes and flood the air with their melody. 
It would be needless for me to dwell upon that wild and 
wooly region of song and story that existed in that West 
forty years ago, but let me place before j^ou the conditions of 
another West — not another country, but the same country in 
another age. Then, there were barren and fruitless plains 
considered of little value save for the thousand of cattle tliat 
roamed over the treeless plains; to the south, where lay the 
desert of the Colorado, given over to the sage brush and the 
howling coyotes, not only were the people ignorant of the 
many methods that are today in vogue in the upbuilding 
of that land, but the wealthy ranchmen with the thousands 
upon thousands of acres had little incentive for the economic 
measures. But under American occupation our Government 
has apportioned this land in plots of one hundred and sixty 
acres. Since then it has been necessary to inaugurate new 
methods to get profitable returns from the land. Long before 
the white man's foot tread upon the American soil, the red 
man had dug ditches to convey water to his crops. The 
western farmers of today have interlaced the country with 
canals and ditches, and the Government taking up the work 
now is completing the greatest system of irrigation that the 
world has ever known. As a result, the time has come when the 
desert "blossoms as a rose" while land that was practically 
worthless forty years ago is now being sold at prices of one and 
two hundred dollars per acre. 

• • We have all heard of the Nile and its valley as being the 
grandest in the world; and yet the parallel between the Colo- 
rado and the Nile is most remarkable. Both rivers rise among 
snow-covered mountains at a great distance from their mouths 
and traverse semi-tropical and almost rainless districts. Both 
empty into the great land-locked arms of the sea at nearly 
the same longitude. Each has deposited a great Delta at its 


mouth, and has vast alluvial deposits along its lower length. 
Both overflow in the summer at a time when irrigation is most 
needed, and the crops of the Mojave and the Yuma Indians 
fail when the flood is liglit, just as do those of the Nile farmers 
when similar conditions prevail there. Finally, the minimum 
flow of each river is more than equal to the irrigation of its 
border lands; and the Colorado will prove, as has the Nile, 
the means of rendering productive and habitable its adjacent 
rainless regions which otherwise would be worse tlian waste. 

The barbarous Indians which were placed in this section 
by the United States Government wandered over these hot 
plains ignorant of the fact that nature, prodigal of her wealth, 
had placed vast quantities of oil beneath those plains to await 
a discoverer. However, in 1892 when this oil was accidentally 
discovered, the people were not ready for it. They had no 
reservoirs in which they could store this vast quantity of oil. 
So great was the pressure of the abundant store that pipes 
were bursted when an attempt was made to confine it. Vast 
pools of crude petroleum ran ofi' from the wells like water. 
Now it has all been utilized and the discovery of oil has brought 
about many other improvements which are beneficial to the 
world at large. One of the railroad managers found that he 
could run his trains better and much cheaper by using oil for 
fuel instead of coal. It was from this that the oil burner 
was invented for the locomotive, and is being used to a great 
extent in the West and North. 

Since the discovery of gold in Alaska, the Klondyke has 
until last year been the greatest source of gold in the United 
States. At this time, however, there was discovered in Ne- 
vada a gold ore which surpasses even the gold of Alaska in 
richness. The famous Bull Frog and Tonopah are so rich that 
they bid fair to become as proverbial as Ophir and Golconda. 

In all ages people have flocked to sections so well favored 
by nature. Since the West has more than doubled its popu- 
lation in the past forty years, we clearly see that history has 
only repeated itself. From the back yard the West has become 


the front yard of our Nation, and the Oriental has already 
come to regard San Francisco as the Golden Gate of Oppor- 
tunity open to all nations. The west has indeed been the "land 
of opportunity" since Horace Greelj' said, "Go West, young 

Little need of be said the climate of the Pacific slope, 
particularly California, where the varied climate makes possible 
the production of all varieties of citrus and deciduous fruits, 
whose exports bring millions of dollars into her coffers. Cali- 
fornia is the Italy of America, the land of perpetual summer 
and flowers, with none of the discomforts of the tropics, for 
the heat is seldom oppressive, and in some parts frost is never 
seen. Tourists have gone there seeking the fable Eldorado 
and have been so well pleased with the climate that they have 
chosen it for their permanent place of abode. All southern 
California has become the Mecca of the rich, and Pasedana 
is little more than a colony of millionaires, many of whom 
formerly lived in the east. 

W. R. Applewhite. 


Ah, Friend of mine, it is to Thee I speak 
These words, though thej' be few and weak 
To voice the thoughts that, loving, stirring, well 
Within, as if my heart they'd larger swell! 

Friend, it is Thou that makest the life I live 

So pleasant, Thou that most comfort dost give 

When most I need an understanding ear, 

'Tis Thou that makest my world to smile and cheer I 

Oh, Friend, it is the beauty of Thy soul. 
The boundless limits of Thy heart. Thy whole 
Pure, kind, noble self, that doth make me aspire 
To be Thy fit comrade in pure desire! 

C, '07. 



One day as I was standing on the massive wall of the city 
of Soochow, and wondering at this immense structure, my 
friend who stood beside me patted my shoulder and said, "Do 
you know the events which led to the building of this wall?" 
I told him that I did not. Then he told me the following story: 

Ages ago, the "Middle Kingdom" was divided into many 
states and each state was governed by a feudal lord. These 
lords exercised their unlimited power for more than half a 
century, until the Emperor, Zin-Sz-Wang under whom the 
Great Wall was built, consolidated these states. 

About three hundred miles south west of Woo-king, there 
was a powerful state called Tsoo. During the reign of the 
Grand Duke Sung, Tsoo was a very powerful state, but when 
his son, Koo, ascended the throne the court was filled with 
treacherous officers save Ho who remained loyal to his state. 
His two sons were minor officers in the state, the younger son 
was also a musician of a high order. 

The loyalty and honesty of Ho could not mingle 
with the treachery of these officers, nevertheless they devised 
many skillful plans to make the Duke Koo believe that Ho 
was treacherous. So by the order of the Duke Ho was instantly 
imprisoned. Meanwhile, the Duke who was afraid that his 
sons might take vengeance compelled the poor officer to write 
a letter to his sons teUing them to come to the court. 

The letter was received by Ho's sons and after reading 
it over they knew that there must be some trick in it, for they 
heard that their father was imprisoned; but the elder son real- 
izing that it was his father's order went anyhow, while the 
thoughtful younger son refused to perish with them. 

Thus Ho and his elder son were beheaded for the charge 
of treason, and spies were sent all over the state to catch 
Ho's other son called Tse-see Where was Tse-see by this 
time? He had fled — whither no one could tell. However, 
tradition tells us that he disguised himself as a peasant and 
wandered about in the Duke's very domain. He appeared 


only at night, otherwise he would likely have been caught. 
His picture and a description of him was printed in large 
letters and hung on the gate of every city in that state, and 
a reward and high honors were offered to those who would 
bring Tse-see's head to the court. 

One night wliile he was in a lonely country, where the 
news of the outside world was entirely shut out, he paced up 
and down in a little room and meditated his flight. It was 
said that his long black beard and hair turned white during 
that night. 

The next night he managed to make his escape through 
the city gate which closed later than usual, for the people 
crowded into the city during that night to see a great procession 
which was to go through the streets the next morning. The 
guards being much confused in keeping the robbers and ill- 
dressed men from entering the city and being unable to recog- 
nize this gray-bearded beggar pushed him out of the gate. 

Tse-see, overwhelmed with joy, came in front of a 
canal which surrounded the wall. There was a ferry-boat — 
but many people who were pushed out of the gate were waiting 
to cross over. Thinking it was better for him to wait until 
the next morning, Tse-see retired to a bush and lay himself 
behind it and thus passed the night. 

Early in the morning he awoke and began to search for 
the ferryboat and after waking the ferryman, he stepped into 
the boat. When he found that there were only a few pieces 
of silver in his pocket, he said, "Ferryman, I cannot pay you 
in silver, but take this precious sword which you might need 
some day in your life." Then he took the sword out of his 
robe and presented it to the ferryman. But the worthy man 
replied, "Sir, I don't want anything from you, for by this 
seven-starred sword I know that you are Ho Tse-see, and that 
the Grand DukeKoo would give me a reward and high office, 
should I bring him your head." Neither spoke again, except 
on reaching the other side of the bank, the ferryman saidr 
"You are safe now, farewell!" 


On passing through a village one evening Tse-see saw a 
stout man fighting with another man. Just as the stout man 
was about to knock the other fellow down, a woman from a 
house close by cried out: "Tsang-Szl You nrust not do 
that." Tsang-Sz instantly stopped and let his man go. Tse- 
see after making some inquiries, found that this man was called 
Tsang-Sz and the woman was his mother. 

After a long and hard journey, he reached Woo, which 
was a hostile state to Tsoo. However, a dispute of succiession 
to the throne took place between a nephew and a cousin of the 
deceased Duke, and the former by the support of his kinsmen 
ascended the throne. 

That this opportunity might not be lost, Tse-see decided to 
find his way to the service of the cousin of the late Duke. So 
he went to play his fiddle in front of the residence of Chow. 
The nobleman on coming home, seeing a crowd of people 
gathered in front of his house, began to investigate the matter. 
On finding that an extraordinary musician was present, he 
invited him to enter the house. Tse-see played his master- 
piece which pleased Chow so much that he asked him where 
he came from. Tse-see told the nobleman who he was and 
of his father's and his brother's death, and his purpose of 
revenging their enemies. The nobleman told Tse-see to stay 
at his home, and promised to help him if he in turn was willing 
to help him. 

As a private secretary of Chow, Tse-see won the confidence 
of his superior who entrusted him with important affairs. 

One evening he told the nobleman that the Duke Lee 
was going to celebrate his birthday in a few months, and he 
secretly whispered to Chow his plan, which was afterwards 
executed during the feast on the Duke's birthday. 

Then Tse-see went to Tsang-Sz's home and held a private 
interview with the hero and his mother. It was said that 
Tse-see sent Tsang-Sz to Tai-Ho where the people made a 
specialty of cooking fish. So Tsang-Sz stayed there for three 
long months in order to master the art of cooking. 


Time passed on very rapidly, when the Duke Lee's birth- 
day came. The palace was beautifully decorated and there 
were all kinds of music. The feast was held at night, and all 
the nobles were present on that great occasion. During the 
middle of the feast, when many nobles were drunk, there 
entered Tsang-Sz, the cook and waiter, with a delicious buf- 
falo fish, which was attractive both by its scent and by its size. 
As soon as the dish was placed on the table in front of the Duke, 
Tsang-Sz drew a dagger out of the fish in which the weapon 
was concealed and stabbed it into the heart of the Duke. 
The guards who were close by immediately caught this mur- 
derer and killed him instantly. But Chow's soldiers had 
already surrounded the palace and thus it was taken. 

The dukedom soon fell into the hands of Chow and his 
followers. For a time disturbances were prevalent in that 
territory, but under Tse-see's wise administration it soon 
became one of the most prosperous states. Tse-see advised 
Chow to pay homage to the king. Having received Woo- 
King district as a reward for his service to the king. Chow 
built a wail around his new dominion and removed his palace 
to this new capital which is known as Soochow toda^. 

Soon after, an enormous, well-equipped army under the 
leadership of Tse-see crossed the boundaries and entered the 
territories of Tsoo with very little resistance. The capital of 
the state was captured and in spite of desperate resistance the 
palace was taken. However, the Duke Koo had recently died 
and his son the young Duke had fled. 

Tse-see was in great despair, for after a great deal of 
inquiry, he could not find the tomb of the late Duke. Finally 
an old man came who said that he was the only survivor to 
esignate the place, since a spell of sickness had saved him 
from being beheaded with the other builders of the tomb. 

Thus Tse-see, guided by the old man, arrived at the spot 
and put his soldiers to work. After having driven the water 
out of the pond under which the tomb was built, they found 
three coffins, each above the other, one of lead, the other of 


sand, and the third the corpse of the Duke. On openmg the 
last coffin Tse-see ordered his men to take the corpse oui and 
bum it. The order was obeyed. 

On the way to the captured city tiie conqueror met the 
benevolent ferryman who requested him to make peace with 
Tsoo. So peace was declared between Tsoo and Woo after 
the former had paid an enormous indemnity. 

Sing Ung Zung. 


"Now, Miss Peggy, you knows dey aint nuthin' go'n ter 
happen ter dis heah plate. So you jes' stop wurryin' and gib 
dem chillun dey dinnah. Cose ev'ybody's kitchen's boun' t' 
git to' up sumtimes an' hit looks lak de pots an' pans is piayin' 
hidin'. Dem folks down at de jail is goin' ter be so glad t' 
see dese greens an' bread dey aint gwine t' know ef de plate's 
tin er chiny lak de gov'nah o' Miss'ippi eats off'n. But I'se 
gwine t' keep my eye on dis chiny plate an' you'll see hit 
comin' up dis hill again fo' a yeah." 

With this Tobe picked up from the kitchen table a large 
tray containing several tin plates and one china one, each 
bearing a portion of coarse food for one of the county prisoners. 
As he shuffled across the sanded floor and out into the sunshine 
where the jail-keeper was waiting for him, the woman turned 
with relief to see after dinner for her own family. "Wash 
days" were always confusing, for then Tobe's wife had to leave 
the kitchen for the tubs at the spring and her mistress had to 
take her place. 

Down the hill towards the village went Tobe and his master 
till they reached the little brick jail. Then, while the jail- 
keeper unlocked the main door Tobe drew a pailful of water 
from the well nearby and filled a tin cup to accompany each 
plate. This done they entered the jail and crossed the hall 
to the room containing the prisoners' cells, the white man 
going before with the keys, Tobe following with the tray. 


As the keeper turned the key in the lock of the second 
door the door itself was suddenly thrown open and six des- 
percte men who had esc^^ped from their cells rushed into the- 
outer room, the foremost one knocking the keeper senseless 
to the floor. Poor Tobe was behind his master and he and his- 
tray and dishes were deposited with a loud clamor upon different 
parts of the floor. The escaped prisoners naturally did not 
stop to beg his pardon and by the time he was able to stand they 
had taken advantage of the quiet noon hour and were out and 

Tobe looked dazedly upon the floor where lay his stunned 
master and the wreck of food and tinware. Then as his upset 
mind realized the true state of affairs he shook his fist at the. 
open door and with bulging eyes exclaimed, 

"Now, now, you done broke Miss Peggy's plate!" 

E. L. N. 
— — f 


"Father, give me a plot for my story," I said, as he laid 
aside his book and turned his chair about to face the fire. I 
had been sitting ever since supper, pen in hand and paper 
before me but not a word had I written. I was waiting for 
inspiration, but I had waited in vain. As I spoke, father 
looker over across the table to me with a smile and said : "Why 
I don't know, child, Fm not very much of a plot-maker. But 
what sort of a story do you want — love story, war story, ghost 
story, or what?" 

"0, anything would do. I just have to write one, and I 
haven't one single idea. But tell me the ghost story, anyway. 
I want to hear it whether I write it or not — ^just wait a minute, 
till I look under the bed. If it's going to be 'ghosty,' I don't 
want anything in here I don't know about." 

"Well," father began after I had taken my seat again, 
"I don't know but one ghost story that I could be positive was 
true, for I never had any experience with ghosts but once,. 


and though I've heard of a great many, I never could quite 
bring myself to believe the stories. But this really happened 
to me, about forty years ago. I was just eighteen years old, 
and it was the second year of the war. My company had 

been sent to B , which was about sixteen miles from my 

father's plantation. I knew we were likely to rfemain there 
several days, so I got leave of absence for three days to go 
home. I had intended to le-ave early in the afternoon, and 
get home in time for supper, but I was delayed by several 
things: my horse, I found, had to be re -shod, and that took 
longer than I expected, but various other things kept me, so 
that it was nearly five o'clock in the evening when I started. 

"I wasn't very well acquainted with this road, we always 
went to town the other way, but I knew I had to cross two 
creeks and a lonely bit of swamp which extended to within 
two miles of our house. I had crossed the first creek just 
before dark, and was trotting along on a level stretch of road 
when a clap of thunder called my attention to the threatening 
clouds that had gathered overhead. It was in April, and we 
had been having heavy rains, so that the creeks were swollen, 
and I was anxious to cross the next one before the rain began, 
so I put my horse into a gallop, and got to the usual crossing 
before a drop had fallen. However, I found the water high 
over the bridge, part of which was washed away, and I had to 
go two or three miles up the creek to the ferry to get across. 
This put me out of my way considerably, but I hurried on, 
hoping I might get home before the rain, although the lightning 
was flashing and the clouds looked black. I was just well into 
the swampy wood when big drops began to fall. I remem- 
bered that there had once been an old church somewhere 
along that road, and though it was almost too dark to see, I 
caught a glimpse of something darker back among the trees 
and turned my horse in. 

"Sure enough, it was the church, almost fallen to pieces, 
but a good enough shelter to keep off" the rain. I put my 
horse where he would be comparatively protected, and ran in 
the open door. It was pitch dark inside and I stumbled over 


a pile of benches, but managed to find a place far enough from 
the windows to be dry. 

"I remembered to have heard about this church when I 
was a child. Some of the darkies on the place had told me 
stories of how a woman had hanged herself from one of the 
rafters, and the old church which had not been used in twenty 
years was said to be haunted. None of our servants would 
ever go by the church. Old Uncle Jim would go two miles 
out of the way to keep from passing there, when my father 
sent him to town. 

"Now, I never was superstitious at all, but I couldn't help 
thinking about those things and how Uncle Jim's eyes would 
get wide at the recollection, when he told of how he had passed 
the church once and seen through the open door a white 
something hanging from the rafters — he did not wait to in- 
vestigate. The rain was still pouring in torrents and I knew 
I would have to content myself to stay till the storm was over; 
and my thoughts turned back to the ghost, and I wondered 
if there was any bit of truth in the stories, if something really 
had happened to start the darkies talking. At any rate, I 
found the thing was getting on my nerves, and I began to 
think I might be more comfortable out in the rain. I strained 
my eyes to see, for I began to feel that there was some other 
human being inside the old church besides me, but it was too 
dark to see my hand before my face. So I just sat and waited. 

"Directly there came a flash of lightning that lasted just 
long enough to show me the old benches scattered about, the 
skeleton-like frame of rafters over the pulpit, and to the 
right a gleam of something white, and it was dark again. I 
sat staring it that direction hoping for another flash, but 
when it came I only saw the black beams and the sagging 
walls. 'Pshaw,' I said to myself, 'It's nothing at all, what a 
fool I am,' and began to whistle 'The Girl I Left Behind Me,' 
with variations and a vim that made it sound above the noise 
of the rain. I was just in the middle of the second line of that 
song when there came a vivid flash and I saw distinctly thig 


lime for my face was turned that way. Sitting high on the 
rafters was a ghastly white figure, with one arm thrown around 
an upright beam, and the other stretched towards me. In the 
moment of light I saw that it was the figure of a woman, wild, 
unkempt, hair streaming, and face haggard and fierce, and wide- 
staring eyes that seemed to be looking right through me. 
It was dark again, and I sat motionless, looking up into the 
blackness, waiting terrified, for another flash. Directly it 
came and I saw the thing again, this time slowly but with 
exceeding cunning beginning to climb down, eyes still fixed on 
me as if it could see me in the dark as well as in the light. 

"You may imagine I did not hesitate any longer, but 
left in something of a hurry. I don't know whether the rain 
had stopped or not, but I know I looked for my horse and he 
was gone, not a trace of him anywhere, and I didn't wait to 
make a very extended search, for I looked back and saw 
that white thing coming after me, and my one thought was 
to get away, and that as quickly as possible. I ran, and kept 
on running down the road, looking back when I dared, only 
to see that horrible white thing almost at my heels. 

"It was only two miles from home, I was a strong young 
fellow, and I ran all the way, without a stop — with that same 
figure close behind me. Panting and puffing and almost 
exhausted I ran up the drive-way, sprang over the rose bushes, 
up the steps, and without stopping burst in the front door 
and fell just inside, and as I fell, felt cold hands clutching my 
throat — the thing had me at last. My father and the whole 
family, including several of the servants, were down stairs and 
to me in a minute, and just in time, too, for I would have been 
choked to death in a very few minutes — " 

"But what was it — what was the ghost?" I interrupted- 

"Why, it was a crazy woman who had escaped from the 

asylum at B several days before. Slie had gone to the 

old church to hide, probably, and my intrusion had maddened 
her so that she was determined to kill me. Of course we notified 
the authorities and she was sent back to the asvlum the next 



day. My horse came up in the evening, I never did know 
how he got loose, for I had tied him tight. But any way, I 
made a pleasant visit home in spite of my experience on the 

"Now, go write your story, if you can make anything out 
<)f what I've told you." 

Bertha Louise RicKETT^t 

The MillsapsCollegian 

Vol. 10. Jackson, Miss., November 1907. No. 2. 

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College. 

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is it always pleasant. The editors are inexperienced and 
naturally feel like making little variation from the tried and 
true paths of those gone before. The Business Management 
complains loudly of the burden upon them, and the Editors 
of the Departments have their peculiar problems. 


But it is not to their woes that we are now calUng attention. 
The Editor-in-Chief finds himself in a position pecuharly related 
to the faculty, student body, the writers who contribute and 
the staff upon whose good will he is truly dependent. The 
College rightly expects a magazine which will do credit to the 
institution. Therefore he must see that the character and 
genercl tone of the publication is not inferior. To do this he 
must determine what to publish and what not to publish, a 
task made extremely difficult by the literal absence of all matter 

After deciding what he needs, he starts in search of it, 
whether it be a particular type of short story, an essay, or a 
poem. He is haunted by the ever present fear of wounding 
the tender feelings of some young and promising writer by being 
forced to admit, or otherwise make known the fact, that the 
article so kindly offered is not suited for the place. He finds 
those who seem to think that he should pledge himself to pub- 
lish anything, even from an untried pen, before it is placed on 
his desk. He comes in contact with those whose stifling mod- 
esty denies their productions a chance of publication. He 
finally runs upon the "very thing" were it not marred by care- 
less and indifferent touches. He makes an effort to have 
these faults corrected, and receives the reply, "I haven't time, 
use it as it is, or let it go" — revealing the fact that literary 
pride lies low and that college spirit is none too strong. 

The Editor-in-Chief finds troubles sufficient within his 
own sphere when others are doing their part. When he is 
burdened with the difficulties which proper support and co- 
operation on the part of the student-body would remove, the 
magazine must suffer. His primary duty should not be col- 
lecting material, but selecting material. His time should be 
spent in determining the fittest among the great number of 
contributions that should come to his desk by purely voluntary 
action on the part of those who are hotly contesting the honor 
of furnishing the best production. But how often is an Editor 
forced to use just what he can get, instead of having a col- 


lection of stories, poems and essays to furnish a reserve to 
strengthen and balance the issue. 

The Editor would be very much relieved and the Col- 
legian greatly benefitted if the students could fully realize 
what we mean when me say that the Collegian is their maga- 
zine. With a proper appreciation of this, ever^ student would 
take pride in his own and strive to further its interests. We 
seem to forget that the Collegian goes all over the South, and 
that it is the one thing by which we are known in the college 
world. Then, is it not of first importance that we make it 
worthy to go forth as our representative? The Business 
Department has a right to claim your support, but this claim 
is no more binding than your obligation to do all possible to 
add to its literary worth. It is your duty no less than your 
privilege to do your part. It is a pernicious fallacy to think 
that effort expended in this work counts for nothing. We are 
here for work, training which will render us more effective 
when we enter the "Great Campus" with its difficulties and 
varied duties. Those who support the worthy enterprises 
on the campus are the ones who successfully meet the besetting 
problems in this stern world of tremendous undertakings. 
There can be no reason why a student should be unwilling to 
contribute when there is abundant assurance of the highest 
appreciation from the staff, the faculty, and students, and no 
chance of getting returns elsewhere. Let us hope that no 
article will be held back on account of a super-abundance of 
modesty on the one hand, or indolent indifference on the other. 

There are those whose interest has prompted them to con 
tribute in the past, and they can testify to the fruits of their 
labor. It is encouraging to see an improvement in this respect, 
and our thanks can not be too heartily given to those who have 
done their part. But it is our desire to increase this number 
until the Collegian will correctly and adequately represent 
the work we are doing. "Thou art the man, do thy duty!" 


Many are the honors offered to those who strive 
MEDALS for distinction at Millsaps. The oratorically 
and turned have a chance at one or more medals during 

PRIZES, each year — the Millsaps Declamation in the Fresh- 
man, the Oscar Kearney Andrews Medal of the 
Sophomore, and the Carl von Seutter Medal in the Senior, 
The Junior year offers no class contest, but plenty of impetus 
should come from the Lamar- Galloway Debate (with medal 
offered), the Southern University-Millsaps Debate, and the 
honor of representing the College in the Chautauqua and M. 
I. 0. A. contests. 

To those who think "the pen mightier than the sword" the 
Clark Essay Medal, the Daughters of the American Revolution 
Essay Medal, Senior History Essay Prize, and the Col- 
legian Story Prizes (one for eachhalf session), are offered. 

For those who intimately associate with their "best friends 
— books," there is a chance during the Freshman and Sopho- 
more years for the Oakley Scholarship, Latin and Greek Schol- 
arship, and in the Senior year a Chemistry prize it offered. 
Among the many other prizes worth capturing might be men- 
tioned honors in the Literary Societies and places on the staffs 
of the Collegian and Annual. 

It is well for each new student to know of these honors and 
ta form a proper conception of the place they should fill in 
College life. These medals and prizes, offered by the friends 
of the College, are not for the purpose of placing on the one 
adjudged most worthy a badge marking him off as the superior 
of his fellows. The fundamental object is much deeper than 
this. In recognition of our purpose in coming to College, they 
are offered to stmiulate effort which will result in the highest 
training. There is little concern about who captures the prize, 
but much interest is felt in the training which the contest will 
bring about not only to the winner but to the losers as well" 
Prizes are offered for us to strive for and not for some one to 
get without a struggle. We, both the gifted and the less fortu- 
nate, are expected to make our best effort at least to enter 


these contests. It is an easy thing for those who think they 
have a good chance for the prize, to enter, but the fellow who 
feels that he has no show, finds much greater difficulty in 
inspiring courage sufficient to make the fight. To him it is a 
losing battle and no one save the best are expected to derive 
any benefit from such a source. He looks upon a contest as a 
method of showing off the best in contrast to the inferior. 
Thus he forgets that the main purpose is the stimulation of 
labor, honest effort, which will inevitably bring its reward — 
maybe not in gold or coin, but in development, a thing of 
higher worth. 

Let everyone remember that these contests are not for 
show, but for work, the prize is in truth not a mark of talent, 
more than a badge of labor. If you are here for work and its 
legitimate fruits, then it is you to whom the call is directed. 
If your rank is not high it only means that your future lies 
open before you, and that the call is more urgent on account 
of the extra work you have to do. Men on the campus often 
rise from nonentities into the highest places of honor by sheer 
force of industry. There is all to gain and nothing to lose. 
If you are willing to take an opportunity for increasing your 
power, begin early to lay your foundation broad and deep, in 
order that you may do your best when the crisis comes. See 
to it that the prizes offered do not fail of their highest purpose 
by entering every contest possible. Do your best to win and 
then if defeated, feel that you have fought a good fight. Leteverj^ 
one do his part earnestly at all times, and our campus will grow 
rich in men of merit trained by experience. Get at the work 
early and make the most of such excellent opportunity, avail 
yourself of this privilege and fulfill your duty to yourself and 

your college. 

What is known as the Clark Essay Medal is 

CLARK ranked as one of the rarest honors offered the 
ESSAY students of Millsaps College. It has not only 

ME DAL. rewarded the successful one but it has been a strong 

incentive toward literary effort among the student 

body. It has brought forth essays whose high literary merit 


would warrant their publication in the best college magazines 
in the South. This contest has steadily gained favor since the 
beginning and we hope that it will be heartily entered into this 
year. It offers to every one the hope of a medal, certain and 
very valuable literary training Lnd at least the chance of 
making the "lucky one" truly proud that his production was 
given first rank. No one is denied the privilege of trying and 
the medal is given to the best literary talent, the regulations 
governing the contest being admirably arranged for determining 
the most worthy. Dr. Keni Iils already announced a most 
satisfactory subject and we feel sure that ever>' one who pos- 
sibly can will make the most of such a rare opportunity. The 
subject this year is "Edgar Allan Poe's Contribution to Literarj' 
Criticism" — a more fitting subject would be difficult to find. 
Those who wish to work on a live question, to show originality 
of treatment, and to contribute to a theme of very keen interest 
in literary circles, could nowhere find a more fruitful field than 
is here offered. 

The rules governing the contest are as follows: All essays 
must be submitted on the first Saturday in May, when the 
impromptu contest will take place. Three hours will be allowed 
each contestant on the impromptu essay. Different pseudo^ 
nyms must be used in the impromptu essay from those used 
in the prepared essay, no true signatures will be allowed on 
either. Both sets of papers will be graded by the same com- 
mittee, the prepared essay counting sixty per cent, the im 
promptu, forty per cent. The contestant with the highest 
average thus determined will be awarded the "Clark Essay 

We take pleasure in announcing that Dr. Kern 

STORY has kindly consented to give a ten dollar prize to 

PRIZES, the author of the best story pubhshed in the 

Collegian during the first half session. The 

Staff offers a similar prize for the best story contributed during 

the second half-session. This is to be a free-for-all contest. 



The only special regulation is that the best story for the year 
will take the prize for the hi If-session in which it occurs, and 
renders its author ineligible for the contest of the other half- 
session. After the fifteenth of May, the Chair of English will 
appoint a Committee of judges to decide the' contest, who will 
announce the result during Commencement, when both the 
prizes will be awarded. 


^ T. L. BAILEY, Editor. ^ 

NOTE. — The Editor would gratefully appreciate anything of interest 
so please don't hesitate to report the news to him. 

Who said holiday? 

It seems that the Glee Club is about to be cast into outer 

"It am not I."— Applewhite. 

Messrs. George Morris and J. 
the campus recently. 

L. Haley were visitors on 

The three fraternities entertained their student friends at 
informal smokers during the past month. 

We are glad to see Dr. J. A. Moore able to resume his 
College duties. The Doctor was quite sick for more than two 
weeks and considerable anxiety was expressed as to the outcome. 
During his absence, the Department of Mathematics was well 
cared for by Dr. SuUivan and Prof. Ricketts. 

It was not the influence of a narcotic that made one of the 
Millsaps boys think that the Y. & M. V. depot at Vicksburg 
was a battle-ship. 


Boutwell (slaking his thirst at the dormitory well) — I'U 
tell you boys, this water is a great improvement on that hy- 
drogen (hydrant) water. 

We are informed that Dr. Swartz has purchased a farm. 
He's going in the collard business, we presume. 

Prof. Moore — Mr. Shepperd, can dog be compared? 
Shepperd— Yes, sir; Dog, more dog, dog-gondest. 

It seems to us that the gentlemen to whom Prof. Preston 
(of Belhaven) propounded that question on Hallowe'en night 
are taking undue time in which to answer. 

Dr. Murrah (to Senior class just after the Vicksburg trip) 
— Well, how did all seem to enjoy themselves? 

Sumrall — It was the gayest crowd I've ever seen with the 
exception of the President. 

"What was the matter with the President?" 

"Cook didn't go." 

Rev. J. T. Murrah and Dr. Sullivan, Sr., were distinguished 
visitors on the campus recently. 

Important! Keep your eyes open! Geiger has found a 
street that buts into the Methodist Church. There may be 
other butting streets — so be careful! 

(At a recent meeting of the faculty, it was decided to return 
to the former custom of two examinations a session instead of 
three. This is generally appreciated among the students, for 
they regard examinations in "holy terror." 

Dr. Kern — Can you give me an example to illustrate the 
brevity of the dream period? 

Blushing Co-Ed — "How like a dream thou art." 

One of the most enjoyable occasions in the list of events 
thus far was the trip to Vicksburg. It was a great trip and 
there is no doubt but that the day was profitably spent. The 
man who said that "it was worth two-bits to see 'Teddy' " 


expressed the sentiment of all who went, and besides seeing 
Teddy, there were many other interesting sights on the hillsides 
and in the hollows of the historic old city. The student body 
went en masse. 

Dr. A. A. Kern was absent several days the latter part of 
September in attendance upon the marriage of his brother. 
It is needless to say that the members of his English classes 
regretted that there was no one to take his place, for Old English 
is so delightful! 

Freshman — I guess I'd better go to Latin. 
"Prep" — It's past time. 

"Right there's where you are off. Latin under Dr. Swartz 
is no pastime." 

The Junior and Senior classes have selected the following 
officers: Junior — President, R. M. Brown; Vice-President, W. 
C. Leggett; Secretary, Miss Bertha L. Ricketts; Treasurer, J. 
H. Brooks; Historian, W. A. Welch; Poet, C. C. Hand. Senior: 
President, W. P. Moore; Vice-President, M. Geiger; Historian, 
Miss Bessie Huddleston; Prophet, Jeff Collins; Poet, G. P. Cook; 
Secretary, James Matthew Hand. 

Football enthusiasm runs high despite the fact that the 
Freshmen and Sophomores are the only ones who have organ- 
ized. There have been two games played. The first was 
between the Sophomores and a town team; the second, between 
the Freshmen and Sophomores. Both games were spirited 
contests and it seems that nothing but hard luck could have 
kept the Sophomores from winning one of the two. Especially 
is this true of the game with the town team, for they hit the 
line hard and fast. However, they have plenty of time in 
which to redeem themselves, for there still remains four games 
to be played. There is some fine material on these teams and 
we'd wager that a team picked from them would make an 
interesting proposition for the Mississippi State University. 


Jake Bingham has at least one thing in common with the 
Missourian, for he has to be sighted. Not long since he pre- 
sented his classification card to Dr. Moore. The Doctor took 
the card and in the proper column wrote "Mathematics" and 
handed Bingham the card. He looked at it a moment and 
returned it with the explanation, "I've got Algebra, too. 

We are anticipating a great time on Thanksgiving, for the 
A. & M. College and the U. of M. are going to play football 
here on that day. There is usually as much excitement over 
these games as if we were directly connected with them. 

The Glee Club has elected the following officers: President, 
W. F. Murrah; Vice-President, C. H. Kirkland; Secretary and 
Treasurer, Marvin Geiger; Manager, R. R. Norquist; Assistant 
Manager, J. L. Sumrall; Director, Prof. Henry Moore. It is 
through the untiring energy of Prof. Moore that this Club 
has been organized and the student body is not insensible of 
the gratitude due him. 

Friday night, October 26th, was election night in both the 
Galloway and Lamar Literary Societies.' Much earnestness 
was manifested in the selection of officers and there is little 
doubt but that the members selected for the various places 
will do honor for themselves as well as the society. The 
following are the regular quarterly officers: Lamar — President, 
G. P. Cook: Vice-President, D. E. Zepemick; Secretary, R. 
J. MuUins; Treasurer, W. L. McGahey; Critic, J. L. Sumrall; 
Corresponding Secretary, Jeff CoUins. Galloway — President, 
J. C. Rousseaux; Vice-President, W. A. Welch; Secretary, S. 
E. Williamson; Treasurer, R. D. Wasson; Critic, D. T. Ruff; 
Corresponding Secretary, B. F. Witt. 

The following speakers and debaters were elected: Lamar 
— W. F. Murrah, President of Anniversary; C. H. Kirkland, 

Anniversarian; W. S. Ridgeway, Anniversary Orator; Jeff 
Collins, Southem-Millsaps Debater; Thomas L. Bailey and D. 


E. Zepemick, Commencement Debaters; J. L. Sumrall and 
W. L. McGahey, Mid-Session Debater; Art Editor Bobashela, 
Miss Willie Anderson; Assistant Business Manager Boboshela, 
A. B. Campbell. Galloway — President of Anniversary, M. 
Greiger; Anniversarian, J. C. Rousseaux; Anniversary Orator, 
H. F. Magee; Southem-Mill^aps Debater, J. A. Blount; Com- 
mencement Debaters, W. P. Moore and W. A. Welch; Mid- 
Session Debaters, R. M. Brown and J. M. Hand; Mid-Session 
Orator, W. R. Applewhite; Literary Editor of Boboshela, D. 
T. Ruff; Assistant Business Manager, Boboshela, J. A. Blount. 

The Co-Ed's Lament. 

Where, oh where are the jolly Juniors? 

Where, oh where, are they? 
Alas! They're Juniors now no longer — 

And have not been for many a day : 
The President's turned them into Seniors; 

They sit in "Section One"— 
And since they left our "Section Two" 

Their love for us has gone. 
But what care we for such as they, 

When we are Sophomores? 
We'll give them their diplomas now 

And turn them out of doors. 

Millsaps-Carnegie Library Dedicated. 

Saturday, October 26th, was a red letter day in the history 
of Millsaps. The new library building was dedicated and 
Millsaps has thus entered a new epoch in her marvelous career. 
Few colleges have ever, at such an early age, had a building 
used exclusively for a library. 

The dedicatory exercises were very interesting. After 
the rendition of some very delightful music by the Glee Club, 


Dr. J. E. Walmsley, the Librarian, in a very happy and eloquent 
address presented the building to the Board of Trustees. Bishop 
Galloway, acting in behalf of the Board, accepted the 
building, and after earnestly urging the students to make 
books their closest companions, dedicated it to "truth, virtue 
and knowledge." 

The dedicatory address was delivered by Hon. Dunbar 
Rowland, and it is needless to say was replete and with ennobUng 
sentiments. He, too, emphasized the importance of a closer 
companionship with books. After Mr. Rowland's address, 
the faculty and students gave an informal reception and the 
guests were shown through the magnificent building. Truly 
it was a great day and the audience dispersed rejoicing that 
Mississippi's greatest institution of learning had made another 
mighty stride towards the topmost round of collegiate per- 

The following ditty has mysteriously come into the pos- 
session of the editor and in the hope that it may prove of interest 
we shall publish it: 

Distinction fair is won at last — 
Long was it sought by the Junior Class, 
For we fain would make some records fine 
'Ere we graduate in naughty nine. 

In the grid-iron chaise we sadly failed, 
Since many 'mid its dangers quailed, 
And little could the others do — 
That remnant of the faithful few. 

Our baseball — tho' we hold our own — 
Will ne'er for that disgrace atone; 
And basket ball, though bravely played, 
Departing glory has not stayed. 

Some claim we've let our standards fall — 
But look, we have surpassed them all! 
Renew your courage, >€, who feared. 
Behold Mr. Prep Welch's fiery beard! 

C. L. 




^ BKSSIE:h:UDDLESTON, ^Editor. ^ 


"Ann Boyd" is a book of contrasts. Against the back- 
ground of a little nortli Georgia village are pictured all the types 
of moral and social life that can be brought together in such 
a place; and the types are contrasts in tliemselves in that 
within the course of the story they are shown acting under 
changed conditions, and with opposite purposes. The motives 
and emotions laid bare in the story are as far from each other 
as the east is from the west; and yet just as one may go east 
by traveling westward, we observe hate suddenly merged 
into love, malice into generosity, shiftlessness into thrift, or 
we are present when the opposite changes take place. In the 
life of the village we have in contrast to the aristocratic Chesters 
rapidly deteriorating in fortune, social standing and character, 
the stolid, shiftless family of Mark Bruce, brought down from 
their shanty on the mountainside and ensconced in the ten- 
thousand-dollar Dickerson place, bought with Luke King's 
first savings. The difference between Luke King and Langdon 
Chester, the sons of the two families, is equaled only by the 
dissimilarity between Ann Boyd and Jane Hemingway, and 
between each mother and her daughter. Throughout the 
book the reader half expects to find, impossible as it is, that 
sweet-spirited Virginia Hemingway is the child of comely Ann 
Boyd and that malicious Jane Hemingway' is really the mother 
of Nettie Boyd, the homely, shrinking girl who frets for the 
pretty clothes her father cannot give her, but fears public 
opinion too much to accept them from her mother. 

The story deals with the misunderstanding, the social 
ostracism and the persecutions of a good woman who is guilty 
of one great mistake; with her desertion by a husband too weak 
to stand the gossip generated and kept alive by Ann's enemy 



Jane Hemingway; with the bitterness of Ann which never 
quite crowds out the impulse to do good, though she is forced 
sometimes to do it by stealth; with her final triumph through 
her love for a mountain boy, Luke King, whom she has edu- 
cated and sent into the world to become a leader of men. In 
rescuing the daughter of Jane Hemingway from the very mis- 
take of which she has been found guilty, Ann performs a deed 
which is a surprise to herself and which brings about Jane's 
repentance and attempt at restitution, so far as restitution is 
possible. The end of the story is the marriage of Luke King 
and Virginia Hemingway, and the return of Ann's husband to 
her, the greatest woman in the village. 

The style of the book is intensely interesting, although 
the story is not a pleasant one in all of its details. As a char- 
acter study it is excellent. The local color is true local color 
and is characteristic of Will N. Harben's work, while the humor 
is hardly equal to that of at least one other of the author's 
books, "Abner Daniel." The mountain freshness and purity 
of the latter is lacking in "Ann Boyd," but in both there is a 
naturalness that shows Mr. Harben well acquainted with the 
North Georgia folk of whom he writes. 

M Alumni department. 


Since none of the iVlumni responded to the challenge made 
in the last issue of the Collegian, we judge that they intend 
to treat us with silent contempt. We refuse to be the victim 
of such treatment. Hence, our Alumni columns will, for this 
issue, contain the following: 

No man of ordinary intelligence or of mediocre ability is 
an alumnus of Millsaps College. Under the present manage- 
ment and with the same advantages, it seems almost certain 
that Millsaps will continue to equip and send out such men as 


already fill the ranks of Alumni. Millsaps men almost in- 
variably get the best salaried and the most honorable positions 
of any men from any other college with equal advantages. 
Millsaps Alumnae are record-breakers in never having made 
a mistake in choosing for themselves a companion for life. 
No alumna has ever married a man whose bank book did not 
call for a million dollars, and whose chance for the presidency 
of the United States was not a moral certainty. 

It matters not what profession the Alumni m.ay choose, 
whether law, they rank first in legal ability; whether commercial 
life, they are among the most thriving business men; or whether 
teaching, they are most worthy of this sacred trust and most 
devoted to their profession. I was struck by a remark made 
a few days ago by a prominent educator of Mississippi concern- 
ing the Alumni of Millsaps College. He said, "Millsaps men 
are in great demand all over the state as teachers, because they 
are thorough and because they are not the victims of narrow 
thinking." We have reasons for being proud of such a repu- 
tation as this, and hope that the standard will never be lowered, 
nor the good name marred. It is unnecessary to verify the 
above statement concerning the lawyers who are Alumni of 
Millsaps. Anyone who knows anything of the bar of the State, 
is thoroughly convinced that the lawyers who are graduates 
of Millsaps fill the very highest positions of honor. 

If Millsaps men make politicians, they are skilled in the 
beginning in all the mysteries of that profession and make 
almost invincible opponents. This phenomenon is easily 
explained by those who are acquainted with the conditions 
which obtain at Millsaps. The secret of the matter lies in 
the fact that our literary societies offer the most thorough, 
the most practical, and the most subtle course in politics that 
is to be had anywhere. Here it is that politics is taught first 
hand. Political schemes are concocted solely for the pleasure 
and practice in this art and in order to test one's strength as 
a leader. Hence, every man who gets a diploma from 
Millsaps College can without further investigation be branded 
as a skillful politician. 


Men educated at Millsaps and entering the practice of law, 
can be sure of their grounds, for they have had practice in all 
sorts of suits — from the seer-sucker to the evening dress. They 
have plead in all kinds of criminal cases from the frightful 
arraignment before Dr. Murrah to the unhappy trial at the feet 
of some fair maiden. 

If an i\lumnus chooses the ministry for his life work, he 
has had training in the art of preaching and sometimes at 
the expense of logic. Boys who intend to be preachers can, 
within four years with the advantages afforded here, get a 
right voluminous collection of second-hand sermons. They 
can go out feeling sure of their ability to deliver these excellent 
literary productions, for why were they practicing them at 
Y. M. C. A. meetings? 

If a man aspires to be a musician, he can have his vocal 
chords so well trained that the likelihood of his missing a note 
or making the slightest discord in "The Bull-Dog on the Bank" 
or in "Bingo" would be as improbable as for a rabbit to miss the 
hole in the ground. 

In other w^ords, it may be said that Millsaps College turns 
out from its walls practical men. — men who have had the most 
real practice in the various walks and professions of life. 

There is no excuse for a Millsaps Alumnus failing in busi- 
ness. If a man does not learn how to do without money and 
to live without food during his four years of duns and receipts, 
he is simply not cut out for a business man, and will either be 
an inhabitant of pauperdom or reside in the land of mummies. 

But woe is the man who aims at medicine, for he too has 
suffered the malady of his patients! The action of the organ 
most affected may be felt between the seventh and eighth 
ribs. Among all remedies offered there has not yet been found 
a quicker relief than the bantering eyes of Jackson's belles. 

Since all these things are true, it should be the aim of every 
youth seeking to get the best training for the least money and 
in the shortest time, to come to Millsaps, and some great day 
be an Alumnus of Millsaps College. 






So another month has elapsed, during which the colleges 
have all entered into the heart of work, offering up their foot- 
ball teams to Mars, settling the studious thinkers in thought, 
and launching their magazines as weak or durable barks upon 
the sea of college literature. 

I wonder how many thoughts have been attempted since 
the session began — how many times the aspiring writer has 
had come to him some literary plot which he thought to have 
the exchange editors notice, and how often this plot in the 
end has turned out to be but an hallucination. If thought 
were a tangible thing, how many of them do you suppose we 
should find all crumpled in the waste baskets or waving as 
light as ever on the top of some bed of glowing coals. Yet 
such work as this is the only way to succeed as a writer. Poe 
and Tennyson were especially fond of changing, pruning here 
and adding there until the result was a symmetrical whole. 
And although some material may lie crumpled and forgotten, 
yet it is no disgrace; for the magazines during the first month 
each one does splendid credit to its mother institution. 

The first magazine that came to us was "The Black and 
Gold." If the writer had submitted the other divisions as 
well as the third, the production on the drink question would 
have been strong. We like his contention that drink is a social 
evil. The stories are too short and without plot. The "Leg- 
end" as a legend is ver>' good — ^not failing to leave an impres- 
sion, but we think that the writer may well afford to give more 
attention to his meter, of which there is often a trip which 
spoils the smoothness of flow. In describing the warrior, 
it was forgotten that in all good description the broad, general 
outline is first noted, and then the specific If we had been 


told at first something of the posture of the man, we might 
have better appreciated the paint, the feather, the eye. The 
sentence, "Legends are cruel and often are heartless," is entirely 
too flat; it would seem that the feeling here runs into more of 
an exclamation, and the sentence should begin with some 
strong words like, "But, ah!" The best part is the conclusion^ 
where no one knows what has become of the warrior and the 
maiden's spirit is the cause of the desolation. 

"The Emorj^ Phoenix" presents a splendid apappearance, 
with gilt letters, smooth paper, and a two-columned page. 
The publication contains good reading matter. A charming 
love story is "Orphan Anne," but while the writer has a good 
command of English, he uses a somewhat ordinary plot. With 
more clear-cut descriptions than the word, "beautiful," he 
could have greatly improved our image of his characters. 
The ever-recurring "I dunno, dunno," of Sol Sykes is probably 
the best stroke in the story; we can see perfectly a bearded 
man with his hand on his chin. Some good attempts have been 
made at poetry. The poem dedicated to Dr. Allen's memory 
is a splendid production. In the poem, "Praise of Emory," 
we would offer the criticism that no matter how much love 
there may be for the Alma Mater, some persons would not 
probably sing her praise throughout etemit>^; a saint would 
praise God, an impenitent would gnash his teeth. The word 
"eternity" is too strong. 

The "Eatonian" hitherto a stranger, we now gladly welcome 
as one of the most scholarly of our exchanges. In "The 
Religious Revival" the writer discusses present-day "isms" 
and making use of some valuable thought, is convinced that 
other agents, and not the church, are the reformers. In "The 
Sphere and Power of Woman," the writer, although giving some 
interesting facts pertaining to woman in history and in home, 
fails to follow his title in defining the sphere of woman. Where 
she has made the greatest success would naturally be her 
sphere — the home. Although the magazine has a good bit of 
humor, yet in the absence of a single short story, and also of 
poetry, it does not come up to the ideal college pubhcation. 


"The Southwestern University Magazine" replete with 
poetry, historical and descriptive essay, short story, and 
humorous matter, is up to its usual standard of excellence. 
"The Brook" is good poetry, if we disregard the technical 
criticism that minnows and perch could hardly live in a shallow 
brook in water that dashes and falls over rocks. Fish do not 
generally seek such places, but require a more even habitation, 
such as the pool. "The Iron Shaft" is a good attempt at a 
love story, and while well told the plot is old, being that of a 
hero who wins fame and finally his lady-love. In "A Plea for 
the Classics" the author states three reasons for a study of the 
classics, and thus shows well their importance. 

"The University of Mississippi Magazine" is a very good 
issue, containing short story, essay, and poetry, thus giving 
the most important essentials in student literature. "College 
Life," although the moral atmosphere is low, is nevertheless 
a charming story, well told and having not an ordinary kind 
of plot. In the poem on friendship, the author, although he 
values his friend as his dearest gift, yet when that friend 
chances to be his sweetheart, mere friendship does not satisfy 
him. In the article on a Southern President, it is demon- 
strated in a clear and forcible style, that the next President 
should be from the South, because there is no longer any 
sectionalism, because our economic conditions will in ten years 
make us the "richest section of the richest country in the 
world," and because we are well able to hold the reins of 

We note with compunction the absence of "The Whit- 
worth Clionian," "The College Reflector," "The Hillman 
Lesbidelian," "The Spectator," "The Blue and Bronze." 

It was indeed a pleasure to receive the following publi- 
cations: "Randolph-Macon Monthly," "The Eatonian," "The 
University of Mississippi Magazine," "Southwestern Univer- 
sity Magazine," "The Emory and Henry Era," "Emory 
Phoenix," "The Concept," and "The Black and Gold," "The 
Mississippi College Magazine." 



Who Wouldn't Be a Football Hero? 
"Oh, Tom," she said on greeting me. 

In tones of great alarm — 
"They said that in the game today, 

You'd broken your right arm." 

I calmed her tender, groundless fears, 

With vehemence and haste. 
And just to prove the arm was sound, 

Slipped it around her waist. 

So, nestling close beside me, she 
Smiled sweetly in my face; 

"That's great," said she, "not broken, 
Nor even out of place." 

— The Punch Bowl, Pennsylvania. 

Joshua, Being Tried for Wild-Cating Whiskey. 
Judge — ^What is your name? 
Defendant — Joshua, Sir. 

"Are you the man who made the sun stand still? 
"No, sir; but I made the moon-shine." — ^Ex. 

"Did you hear of the big explosion today?" 

"No, what was it?" 

"The wind blew up the river." — Ex. 

Thoughts at Evening. 

I feel so lonely tonight, dear, 
I feel as I dwelt alone. 
And my happy, guardian spirit. 
Had by cruel winds been blown. 

I wonder why in every life, 
When one seems happy and gay. 


That when the shades close 'round, 
Our friends desert our way. 

Perhaps the answer, though, is this, 
The trouble all is on our part, 
We've left some duty half undone. 
Or hold some malice in our heart. — ^Ex. 

The Lady of My Dreams. 

0, weep with me, for my Love is dead, — 

My Love so sweet and true — 
And they buried her deep in a briny grave 

Far out in the ocean's blue. 

Together we sailed the ocean wide. 

And care we never knew. 
Until the winds beat up the tide 

And wrecked our ship in the blue. 

Oh! loud the wail of the awful gale. 

That bore my love from me. 
And dark the wave that made her grave 

Far out on that stormy sea. 

And never more, on sea or shore. 

Will my Love come back to me, 
For she dwells among a lovely throng 

Of forms that used to be. 

But no one knows of her death, it seems, 

Nor yet of the wreck at sea; 
For we sailed that day the Sea of Dreams 

Where no one sailed but we. 

And my love now lives where the sunset gives 

To the sky the sign of strife: 
And the storms we shipped and the waves we dipped, 

Were the sordid cares of life. 





^ R. M. BRO'WrN, Editor. 2^ 


The one truth of Psychology which teachers are now 
stressing more than all others is that "character is caught, 
not taught." Since this is true and since the primary object 
of all education is character building, how important it is that 
students should not neglect their daily Bible study. For the 
embodiment of ideal character is in Jesus Christ," and the man 
who would build a perfect character must keep the perfect 
model constantly in mind. As an old painter kept before him 
gems of perfect colors that by frequent glances he might keep 
his eye perfectly toned while he wrought, so should the student 
form the daily habit of laying his life down by the side of the 
life of Jesus Christ in order that each day's character building 
may be fashioned after that perfect model. 

The Y. M. C. A. held its second business meeting for the 
term, Friday evening, November 1st. The devotional com- 
mittee reported that all meetings for November had been 
arranged for, and that it is the plan of the committee to have 
an especial meeting every other Friday evening, conducted 
by an outside speaker. Rev. W. H. Hill has been secured for 
the first of these meetings, Nov. 8th. His subject will be 
"Personal Purity." 

Mr. J. C. Rousseaux, Chairman of the Missionary Com- 
mittee reported that there had been enrolled fifty-three in 
Missionary study and that at the appointed time the special 
Rally was held with Mr. H. M. EUis as speaker. To the cause 
of Missions by systematic giving was subscribed sixty-six 
dollars and thirty-six cents (S66.36), which will be collected 
monthly. There will be at least six classes oi^anized — two 


in the study of "Philippines," one in the study of "China," 
one in "Effective Workers in Needy Fields," one in "Aliens 
or Americans," and one in the "Call of the Homeland." The 
outlook for Mission work for this session is indeed hopeful. 

The Bible study Committee reported an enrollment of 
114, with fourteen study "groups" — nine in the "Life of 
Christ," two in the "Acts and Epistles," and three in Old 
Testament characters; also a normal class composed of the 
leaders and secretaries of the groups in the Life of Christ has 
been organized, which meets every Wednesday evening, from 
7 to 8. This class is conducted by Dr. Kern. 

The membership committee has been doing some good 
work. They reported the names of Messrs. J. A. Biffle, R. 
H. Wrgiht, J. C. Wasson, Lester Lewis, C. D. Risher, D. W. 
Bufkin, V. Bryon, E. A. Hoffpouer and H. A. Sheppard, as 
applicants for membership, and they were received. We are 
indeed glad to welcome these young men as a part of us and 
trust that they will remember that the greatest privilege the 
Association can give them is the opportunity for service. 

Mr. Taylor, who was with us on the first and third of this 
month, and delivered two forceful addresses. Such earnest 
appeals to the young men to live the Christ life will not be 


For the first time our Association has definitely planned 
and well begun the operation of the "budget" system. Our 
work has been seriously handicapped on account of an un- 
certainty of producing the cash to carry out our plans. The 
Treasurer has wisely planned to free us from this trouble in the 
future by counting the cost and getting the money before it is 
spent. This is the plan recommended by the most successful 
Associations, and has proven of incalculable value to other 
Colleges and Universities. It is hoped that every man in 
college will heartily co-operate with the Finance Committee 
in this work so that no unnecessary burden will rest upon them. 
They have unselfishly given their time to make the plan 


conservative, yet commensurate with our necessity, and we 
should show our appreciation of their efficient work by being 
free in doing our part. So, fellows, when this matter is called 
to your attention, think carefully and give your share to such 
a worthy cause. We must have the money and it is much 
better to have it given in a business-like way. 

Here is a concise statement of what we want, and what we 
want it for: 


Students' Subscription - $166 00 

Membership Dues - 135 00 

City.. -- - - 100 00 

Alumni - 50 00 

Faculty - 50 00 

Total - $501 00 


Ruston Conference.- ..- $160.00 

Speakers ..- 75 00 

Missions 60 00 

Y. M. C. A. Hall Improvements .- 60 00 

Y. M. C. A. Hand Book 60 00 

Social - - - 25 00 

International Y. M. C. A. Dues . 25 00 

Advertisements ..- — 20 00 

Debt from last year 16 00 

Total $501 00 


Vol. 10. Jackson, Miss., December, 1907. No. 3. g 


To apply to Kipling a phrase which he himself has em- 
ployed in his "Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo," he has been 
more talked about and run after than any other living writer. 
Although his stories have contributed largely to his fame, 
and in the judgment of many critics are more meritorious 
than his poems, he is nevertheless regarded as a poet of no 
mean worth. He is even a general favorite with the masses, 
who have styled him the uncrowned laureate of Greater 
Britain. While the multitude esteem him, however, as the 
literary lion of the day, the critics offer a considerable diver- 
gence of opinion relative to his true rank and worth. There 
are his enthusiastic admirers who declare that he is unique 
among all living authors and who applaud him because he 
follows in the footsteps of no predecessors, but pursues the 
even tenor of his way, indifferent alike to the standards of 
older poets and the insistence of latter-day critics. Others, 
characterize him as the "Voice of the Hooligan," "The bar- 
barian whose song is a yawp"; some of these even intimate 
that he is read only by the uncultured. 

These two views are obviously irreconcilable: both can- 
not be true. A study of the poems themselves justifies neither 
unqualified praise nor unmodified censure. Kipling is far 
in advance of mere modem verse-makers; but at the same 
time, he is not a "Voice," as was Tennyson or Browning. 
He has written poems that are destined to live because of 
their thought, feeling and form; poems, again, that do not 


rise above the mediocre, to which the future must mean ob- 
livion; still others, which, if they affect men at all, must neces- 
sarily appeal to the very lowest in mankind. 

His first publication in verse — for it scarcely deserves 
the name poetry — was the "Departmental Ditties." All these 
ditties are plainly written for a purpose and that purpose to 
show England the frauds and mismanagements practiced by 
iier representatives in East India. They were written with 
the hope that seeing and believing. Englishmen would feel, 
imderstand and rectify. Such titles as "Public Waste" and 
"Delilah" suggest extravagance of the exchequer and treachery 
in high places. Yet while this purpose itself is full worthy 
of all praise, not so the manner and method of its presentation. 
The verse is essentially "clever": one illustration, representa- 
tive of the whole spirit ot mechanical brightness, will sufficiently 
show this: 

"Conielia used to sing with him. 

And Jenkins used to play; 
' • He praised unblushingly her notes, 

For he was false as they." 

The humor contained in a number of these verses is genuine 
and affords an entertaining diversion. If, however, the 
POETRY of Kipling is to be considered, they should receive 
only a mere notice as the first fruits of his realism. This opening 
stanza from "The Study of an Elevation in Indian Ink" is 
enough to convince the most liberal that the collection is little 
jnore than pure doggerel: 

"Potiphar Gubbins, C. E., 
Stands at the top of the tree; 
And I muse in my bed on the reasons that led 
To the hoisting of Potiphar G." 

These verses may be amusing and entertaining; they may 
have been instrumental in bringing Indian affairs before 
the English public, and have wrought a much needed change 
in the administration, but they are not poetry. 


A single exception must be made in favor of the "Prelude," 
which, consisting of three short stanzas, yet contains more 
genuine poetry than all the remainder of the collection. It 
is addressed to his co-mates of India, whose bread and salt 
he has eaten, whose water and wine he has drunk, whose ease 
and toil he has shared: 

"I have written the tale of our life. 

For a sheltered people's mirth, 
In jesting guise; but ye are wise. 

And ye know what the jest is worth." 

The next pubhcation, "Barrack Room Ballads," met 
with instant and clamorous approval. There is much in 
this collection, also, that does not merit discussion; much 
that parodies or paraphrases other poets — for instance, "The 
Tale of Two Cities," after the manner of Browning. Lines 
like the following, from "The Ballad of the 'Bolivar,' " will 
serve to give an impression of the undignified tone that, in 
part, is true of the book: 

"Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again. 
Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk, and raising Cain." 
But some of the ballads are greatly superior to others; and, 
in a number of them, Kipling shows that he has struck a 
vein of distinct and absolute poetry. "Tommy" for its biting 
irony; "Danny Deever" for its tragic and mournful music; 
"Fuzzy Wuzzy" for its admirable simplicity and delicious 
humor and for its irresistible lilt, are worthy of unstinted praise. 
In "Gunga Din" Kipling wins our respect and admira- 
tion; for though this 'eathen is a menial, a water carrier, whose 
uniform, "a twisty piece o' rag," 

"Was nothin' much before, 
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind," 

yet, it would be difficult to find anywhere a mosre concise, 
subtle and excellent presentation of an unselfish and heroic 
spirit than in the six lines in which a wounded soldier tells 
how the water-carrier himself met death on the battle-field^ 


" 'E carried me away, 

To where a 'dooli' lay, 
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean; 

'E put me safe inside. 

An' just before he died — 
'I 'ope you liked your drink,' sez Gunga Din." 

The careless pathos of these lines should make them live- 
with that famous one from Thackeray, "And Amelia was 
praying for George who was dead on the battle-field of Waterloo 
with a bullet through his heart." And so throughout many 
of the poems, we find humor and pathos hand in hand — both 
are germane. Sometimes, however, we think that the author 
is consciously making phrases; and we accuse him of too grossly 
playing upon our feelings, after the manner of Dickens. 

Other poems that are worthy of mention are "Tomlinson,'' 
admirable for its satire; and "The Ballad of East and West", 
which Tennyson pronounced the greatest thing of its kind 
in the language. Tomlinson stands for a dilletante, a book- 
fed character, who has known nothing of the deeper joys 
and sorrows of life, who possesses no individuality and has 
not done good enough to take him to Heaven, nor positive 
evil enough to give admission into Hell. He knows nothing 
of real life, has though no thought for himself — 
" 'This I have read in a book,' he said, 'and that was told to me,' 
'And this I have thought that another man thought of a 

Prince in Muscovy'." 
The setting is somewhat threadworn; but its application and 
the satire save it from the epithet, 'monotonous.' 

In the "Ballad of East and West," Kipling shows his 
love for a man of courage, whoever he may be or wherever 
he may be found: 

"0, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall 

Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great judgment 


But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor 

nor Birth, 
When two strong men stand face to face, though they come 
from the ends of the Earth." 
"Christmas in India" reveals something of what has 
been called Kipling's reserve power — 
"Dim-dawn behind the tamarisks, the sky is saffron yellow." 

The stretch of waste land; the opalescent air; the faint orange 
sky through a dusky lace-work of branches, — the whole picture 
called up by this brief line makes one apprehend the marvelous 
potentialities of Kipling's descriptive genius. 

But for real poetry "Mandalay" surpasses them all. 
Here we have romance, melody and passion; there is also 
a note of gentle melancholy and of pathos. It fulfills Milton's 
characterization of poetry in being "simple, sensuous and 
passionate." In "Mandalay" Kipling seems to be gifted 
with the magical power of Poe to hold us in a spell, to draw 
us into harmony with what he is describing. We feel the 
wonder of the East, its fascination, its perfume and melody 
and color, and the mystery of its love which can move even 
the coarse-grained British infantryman to a pathos that is 
infinitely real. 

"The Seven Seas," his third volume of poems, shows a 
marked advance over previous work; but it contains no par- 
ticular poem equal to the "Recessional" or "The White Man's 
Burden," published later in "The Five Nations." It is, 
however, if we weigh the average of the collection, his most 
valuable contribution to literature. 

A "Song of the English" is marked by an almost scriptural 
injunction toward restraint, which characterizes also the 
spirit of the ode just named; and not unlike this song in tone 
and spirit is the "Hymn before Action," wherein Jehovah's 
aid is invoked in a way that recalls the ancient Hebrews. 

"McAndrew's Hymn," "The Mary Gloster," and several 
others have passed into the literature of the language. But 
perhaps best of all is "L'Envoi," the first two stanzas of which 


are a wonder-compelling figure, and the last stanza of which 
is a consolation and a promise — 

"And only the Master shall praise us, 

And only the Master shall blame; 
And no one shall work for money, 

And no one shall work for fame; 
But each for the joy of working, 

And each in its separate star, 
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, 

For the God of Things, as They are. ' 

"The Five Nation," Hke "The Barrack Room Ballads," 
is composed of poems of widely varying worth. Nearly all 
of those which relate to South Africa — and they constitute 
a good portion of the book — are lacking in the essentials of 
ordinary verse. No lover of hannony can grow enthusiastic 
over such lines as — 

"On your feet and let them know 
This is why we love her. 

For she is our South Africa, 
She is our South Africa — 
Africa all over!" 

"We're foot-slog-slog-slog-sloggin' over Africa 
Foot-foot-foot-foot-sloggin' over Africa, 
Boots-boots-boots-boots, movin' up an' down again. 
There's no discharge in the war!" 

The majority of the poems in this volume are scarcely to be 
called poetry. There are, however, a few happy exceptions, 
among which "The White Man's Burden," and the "Reces- 
sional" are the most noteworthy. They belong to that lit- 
erature, "which lives not only between the covers of books, 
but in the throbbing hearts of men." 

It has been said that poetry should appeal to the feelmgs, 
especially to the higher emotions. Adequately to express 


emotion, verse must have music. Now, there is no iron-clad 
law for music; because what is harmony to one may be monot- 
ony to another. There are those who prefer the chords, the 
surprises, some one may say the discords, of a Wagner to the 
celestial echoes of a Beethoven. Another may extol the 
moods of a McDowell above the mysticism of a Liszt. Music,, 
therefore, may be virile, simple, weird, or melancholy; but 
whatever it is, it must represent feeling. Thus it 
is that poetry and rythm are inseparable. Verse may be met- 
rically correct; but miless it has some harmonic rise and fall,, 
it will be valueless as emotional expression. If we ask how 
far Kipling meets and responds to those requirements, we 
must answer that the greater part of his verse lacks the higher 
rhythm. It is very like the steed which the German poet tells 
us of — "which was beautiful in color, well-groomed and finely 
caparisoned — in all respects an admirable horse. It had but 
one fault. It was dead." Now, by this is not meant that 
words must be sacrificed to sound. Music must furnish poetry 
with a part of its working tools, but not with its materiaL. 
The logic of Kipling's verse is not difficult to find: he is the 
poet of his age; the age is one in which emotion is repressed^, 
in which vigorous expression and good form are insisted upon- 
Rationalism is everywhere reflected in the literature of the- 
day; but nowhere so evidently as in the work of Kipling. 

Yet there are times when the meter of Kipling's lines is over- 
laid with pure harmony. Take again the poem "Mandalay": 
Here is in every word a subtle correspondence between the 
music and the haunting suggestions that the theme brings 
to the surface. The wind in the palm-trees, the tinkle of the 
temple bells, the chunkin' of the paddles from Rangoon to 
Mandalay, the brooding spirit of silence, the mist on the rice- 
fields, the notes of the little banjo at sunset and the lazy 
smoke of the white cheroot, — all awake a strain of gentle mel- 
ancholy and flood our hearts with the sunshine of tenderness:: 
a mood wherein we do not know whether we are more glad than- 
sad or sad than glad. 


Far different from the music of "Mandalay" is the 
rhythm of the "Recessional": Here is the surge and swell of 
the organ. From the very opening: — 

"God of our fathers known of old, 
Lord of our far flung battle line," 
to the closing couplet, 

"Lord, God of Hosts, be with us yet. 
Lest we forget, lest we forget!" 
there is an ever increasing cadence — a cadence where the 
throb of the music is in accord perfectly with the feelings and 
thought. And even after the poem is read, the deep over- 
tone and undertone of the organ echoes and thrills. Uncon- 
sciously, we repeat, over and over, in an excess of emotion, 
that final great appeal: 

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


Only a rose — the other flowers fled, 

Afraid of Winter's cold advance, — half -blown, 

Relieved the bareness, cheered the glooming scene. 

Sun-ounded by other flowers, gorgeous, it 
Would still attract one's notice just because 
So beautiful in lack of pretense 'twas. 

Yet now that everything save it were gone, 
The wintry hue of sky and deadened plant, 
But made more lovely yonder budding rose. 
No gaudy color there, but Modesty, 
Clothed all in white, save where the cold North Wind 
Had kissed its cheek, there blushing faintly pink. 
Delicate incense, sweet and fresh and faint, 
Above ascending from its own pure heart — 
Inspiring, beautiful, this spotless rose! 


Fit emblem, Man, of life well lived. 

Sinless, amid temptations which should give 

A sturdy strength to you, and flush with life, 

C. L. 



To be able to look through the dim vista of two hundred 
years and foretell the wonderful changes that will have taken 
place when this terrestrial sphere shall have run its course 
around the center of the universe two hundred times, pre- 
supposes a stretching of the imagination to the cracking 
point and the telling of a truth so far in the future that the 
present generation will discover the dawn of fulfillment 
of the prophecy in the latter daj^s of their second childhood. 
Indeed the task is such a preposterous one that we do not fear 
but that there will be enough people unaffected by the 
prediction to establish sufficient insane hospitals to amply 
care for the more unfortunate, who have the ability to com- 
prehend the observation. No one can hope ior a detailed 
account of minor affairs, or to be able to capture all the smaller 
game, which is liable to be devitalized by such a long ranged 
gun. If one is able to catch a glimpse, here and there, of 
the great mass of people as they seethe and throb in that pop- 
ulous age, as to be able to smell the fragrance of the magnifi- 
cent flowers garden as they waste their sweetness on untrained 
olfactory nerves, or even to hear the hum of all the new- 
fangled machinery which then will have gone out from the 
back door of geniusdom, he must indeed count himself not 
among the minority. After amply considering all the diffi- 
culties, we unhesitatingly delve into that near by time with 
brain over-running with facts important to mortal man and 
especially interesting to curious woman. 

"On the morning of January 1st, 2001, a man with one 
eye on 1901 and the other on 2101 contrasted these two periods 
of time, in the following language: "As I stood there sus- 


pended, as it were, between two mighty chasms with one eye 
on the past and the other on the future, I could hardly de- 
cide which I admired the more. Before my ancient eye ap- 
peared a specimen of humanity, strikingly similar to the 
monkey and possessing many of the characteristics of the 
donkey. They were dressed in all sorts of fashions from low- 
quarters to fore-quarters, and were putting into their mouths 
oyijters, okra, and the 'Billy's weed.' I saw them use as 
merchandise peanuts and popcorn along with the helpless 
bodies of their children and the precious souls of men. 

"Nor did the women, so-called, play encvy small part in this 
wonderful age of wind and braggadocio. They presented 
to my unlucky eye a specimen of b)ast, crossed between a 
dirt-dauber and a goose. If old Grandpapa Ug'iness had 
had his gun loaded for sweet little Sister Beautiful his powder 
would have become cankered before he could have even scented 
the track of Little Miss Beauty. Their most conspicuous 
traits were flirting and skating. 

"In spite of the silliness and bombast of this age, I saw 
in the crowd an honest folk. I saw the period of change 
take place in the brain of this more intelligent class. I saw 
them prepare a mighty iron house whose wonderful power 
astounded even the inventor. I saw men rise and fly from 
place to place, but with a considerable degree of uncertainty 
as to where they would alight. I heard a young lad tell his lady 
of his peerless love for her, and because I winked at a koon 
who was standing by, my evil eye was closed forever. 

"But while my ancient eye was contemplating the ab- 
surdities of this hypocritical spectacle, my modem eye was 
beholding another scene quite different. There was before 
me, not humanity as I saw it with my antique eye, but evolu- 
tionized according to the prevailing customs of the twen- 
tieth century. 

"During the interval of years between these two far apart 
times, man's constant association with 'fuss and feathers' 
and the practicing of the habits of the 'butt in' class, had 


changed him so much that he retained only the complexion 
of the monkey and the most characteristic trait of the donkey, 
and had endowed himself with a 'whoo-owl's' head and a billy- 
goat's tastes. Woman took on the complete shape of an hour- 
glass, and imbibed all the loquacity of the goose together with 
the silliness of 'Poor Poll.' 

"The class of genii and honest men, so greatly in the 
minority and so peculiarly distinguishable from the munko- 
dunko-dobero-gooso-whoo-owl-billy-goat class, had secluded 
themselves therefrom and had developed what was really 
intended for man to cultivate. They were no longer com- 
pelled to live on the flesh of animals, but by menas of an in- 
strument which they carried in their vest pocket, they could 
synthesize vegetable matter so as to form a kind of food more 
palatable, more plentiful, and more wholesome than animal 
food. Hence, the cruel practice of slaughtering animals had 
ceased forever, and animals were left unmolested to evolu- 
tionize a species of humanity surely superior to the class of 
1901, which was descended from the dirt-dauber and the 

"The genii had succeeded in completing an electric car 
line from Earth to Jupiter on which were run daily cars. Thus 
one desiring to take a trip from Earth to Jupiter could break- 
fast at Earth, lunch at Moon, dine at Mars, and sup at Jupiter. 
Wireless telegraphs connected all parts of the universe, so 
that it was possible for a lover on the Earth to talk to a Sat- 
urnite as often as he could catch her away from her spinning 
wheel, for all women there were employed in making a huge 
rope by which the planets may be drawn together to give room 
for expansionists. The genii of 1901 having begun at the 
top in the chicken-raising industry by inventing the incubator, 
left nothing more to be done along that line, but some egg 
crank had invented a machine whereby an egg could be laid 
every minute with perfect ease, thus putting the old laborious 
twenty-four process in the class with women's hat makers of 
1901. One man, not very well informed on new inventions. 


invented a crank-maker, but after perusing the [patent office 
for several days, found that this invention was the oldest on 
docket ; the greatest number of these tools having been used 
in the early part of the twentieth century, Man was no longer 
compelled to travel from place to place on foot, but had be- 
come so accustomed to travelling in flying machines that he 
was not feather-legged, as twentieth century men were, but 
■was endowed with a nice pair of wings. Hence, walking was 
practiced only by those whose heads were too light to retain 
the equiUbrium. Disputes were no longer settled by means 
of gatling guns, but by air guns, which were used almost ex- 
clusively by privates in the early part of the twentieth century. 
Some people of that day who were descendants of a class of 
people known as politicians, inherited a natural trimming of 
'red tape.' Lying was not a thing of real value as it was 
in earlier times, but the profession had become so stocked 
with alumni that it consisted mostly of beggars and old dirt- 
dauber gossippers. As a result of the seed sown in the earlier 
part of the twentieth century, improvements along matrimo- 
nial lines were very wonderful. Matrimony, as reformed, 
slightly, consisted of a 'goo-goo' eye, an elopement, a jilt, a 
divorce, a suicide, and a candidate for a second process. June 
weather having been preferred, because of its insane results, 
to the more reasonable season, winter, was enjoyed at all sea- 
sons, as a result of an invention discovered by a hot-headed 
crank, by which sunshine could be stored away in a huge hol- 
low sphere created in the heavens. Sunshine could be turned 
off and on at pleasure by a stop-cock. On account of the great 
demand for June weather by the hy menial class, the manip- 
ulators of the stop-cock were rendered insane each year by 
continued dogging for sunshine. Jilting became so prevalent 
among the women that a league known as the 'Jilters League' 
was organized. Their pass word was 'cute'; their sign was 
a frequent appearance before a mirror, a hair brush, a shoe 
shiner, and an application of talc powder every fifteen minutes ; 
and their grip, as then called, was a locking of the left arm 


of one under the right arm of the other and a clasping of the 
hands behind. Those unfortunate women who were the de- 
scendants of the class of honest folk, but who desired to be- 
long to the hour-glass tribe, invented a pressing machine, 
whereby they could have their bodies artificially shaped so 
as to resemble the dirt-dauber, and tbe relieved from the old 
process of 1901. By quickly winking my eye, in order to dodge 
a small sardine can which was filled with a herd of wild Texas- 
cattle, and which was on its way from Earth to Jupiter, my 
unlucky visions were lost." 

Jeff Collins. 


A small, mis-shapen creature knocked at Heaven's gate, 
And when the shining warden asked him to relate 
What he had done on earth to give him right to rest 
Within the glorious mansions of the holy Blest, — 

"I made folks laugh down there," cried out the little elf — 
"While all the time tarnation miserable myself!" 
The warder saith unto an angel, "Take him higher, 
Go past the saints and seat him in the white-robed choir." 

L. M. M. 



One of the best friends I formed while at College was 
John White. He was very fond of curiosities, such as sea- 
shells, bones, petrified substances, and other things of the kind,, 
and was also especially efficent at solving puzzles. 

I usually spent vacation at his home in Norfolk, Virginia, 
and each summer I was surprised when I saw the great num- 
ber of new specimens he had collected since my last visit. 

Spending his time, as he did, in the forest and on the sea- 
shore, he had collected rocks and shells and bones of every 
imaginable description, and I greatly wondered at his ability 
to tell all about the origin and name of each one. Even his 


parents were amused as they listened to his discussion of them 
One bright sunny day, early in the spring, I went out a 
short distance from Galveston, where I was then living, on a 
fishing expedition. On my return I crossed a great sandy 
waste which extended about a mile from the Gulf of Mexico. 
While crossing this desert-like spot, I noticed a pile of bones. 
Among them was a rather old one unlike any I had ever seen 
before. It was oblong in shape, and about two inches in di- 
ameter; but what struck me most forcibly was the fact that 
it was without the usual rough edges. In fact, it really had 
the appearance of a shell rather than a bone, but it was among 
the bones, which I supposed were those of some sea-monster 
washed ashore during the Galveston flood. This bone, as I 
have already said, was perfectly smooth, but its smoothness 
was apparently natural, and not caused by long exposure to 
the elements. However its lightness of weight argued that 
it was like most other bones in being hollow. It at once struck 
me that this would add to John's collection and he would 
value it very highly, as I was sure he did not have one like it. 
So on the next day, March 29, 1904, I carefully packed the 
specimen and sent it it to him, at the same time writing a let- 
ter requesting him to inform me what service such a bone was 
in the body of an animate being as the absence of enlargement 
or socket indicated that it had never been joined with any 
other bone. 

Weeks after weeks passed without a reply from John. 
I waited impatiently and wondered. Finally I received 
seventy- five dollars, and with it a telegram which read: "Take 
seventy-five dollars and come to Roanoke, Virginia, at once. 
— John White " It is needless to state that such proceed- 
ings were to me very mysterious. 

Of course I lost no time in reaching Roanoke. My anxiety 
was so great that I was unable to sleep any during the trip, 
and consequently became quite exhausted. Upon my arrival, 
at the town I found a carriage awaiting me. Naturally 
enough my first concern was John's trouble, but the driver 


said that there was nothing unusual except that John was 
roaming more than ever before, and would sit for hours hold- 
ing a piece of paper as if in deep meditation, continually mut- 
tering something about a "red cap", and that his recent visit 
to the mountains seemed to make him worse. 

When I arrived at the hotel, John met me with a most 
cordial welcome. The light upon his countenance and the 
sparkle of his eye more than his words, showed plainly his 
delight at the arrival of one whose presence had been longed 
for. When I asked him why he had sent for me — for this, 
as one naturally would suppose, was uppermost in my mind — 
he merely rephed, "Come with me and you will see." 

Great was my surprise when, instead of taking me up to 
his room, he immediately ordered Tom, the negro driver, to 
take a pick-axe and a sack, and also to provide me with the 
same, while he took a tape measure and a compass. He then 
requested us to tramp with him. Indeed his actions seemed 
to verify what Tom had said about him on the way out. I 
tried to persuade him not to start on the journey — for I 
supposed he wanted to go in search of some geological spec- 
imens — but all efforts were in vain, for nothing save our go- 
ing would satisfy John, nor would he tell what he intended 
to do on the trip. For several hours we wound our way through 
the woods, over hills and rocks and long stretches of sand, 
stopping at times to remonstrate with John upon his folly. 
Time after time I pleaded with him to turn back for I was. 
very much fatigued, having lost much sleep, but my petitions 
served only to irritate him and make him more determined 
on his journey. It was almost sunset when we reached the 
foot of the mountain toward which we had been travelling 
for some hours. I sat down to rest, but John would not be 
content. We must at once a^^cend the steep mountain-iside. 
Before long we came to a level spot, but stopping was entire- 
ly out of tWe question; up again, and we reached a similar 
spot; here at last he consented to stop. While I seated my- 
self upon the grass wondering how I would ever be able to 


get back home, John began to enroll his tape. He commanded 
the negro to hold one end of the tape-line on a certain pro- 
jection extending from the rocky side of the mountain, while 
he measured off with great exactness forty feet due east. 
With this point as a center, he drove down two stakes, one 
on either side, and four feet apart, and told us to dig between 
them. As useless a thing as this seemed to me, nevertheless 
I was compelled to dig, because nothing else would content 
John. I could not hold out long and stopped now and then 
to rest, but Tom dug hard, and John was the most vigorous 
digger of the three. ... 

On we dug until, to my great amazement, we struck a 
huge copper vessel. The superstitious negro became fright- 
ened and started to leave but John commanded him to stay. 
On attempting to lift the vessel out we were unable to move 
it on account of its great weight; however, we succeeded in 
prizing up the lid. We found it to be full of English coins 
dated as far back as 1500, and on the top of the pile was a 
letter addressed to John White. It is needless to say that I 
was amazed beyound expression. We did not attempt to 
count the money but took as much as we could carry. As 
soon as I had filled my pockets with the coin and partially re- 
covered from my astonishment, I asked how this had all come 
about, but John then seemed to be so overwhelmed with joy 
that he was unable to tell me much about it. On opening the 
letter discovered in the vessel I found it to be the story of the 
fate of the English colony which settled in Roanoke Island 
during the sixteenth century, written by one of the few sur- 
vivors. This and especially the fact that the letter was ad- 
dressed to John White only increased my wonder. ^ ? • • • • 

After a late breakfast on the next day, John and I seated 
ourselves by a window of his room and he told me this story: 
"This," said he, holding in his hand the two pieces of a broken 
shell, "is the secret of the whole matter. On the first day of 
last April I received this shell without a line to tell where it 
came from, or what it meant. Coming as it did, on the first 


day of April, I naturally inferred that some friend had sent 
it to me as an 'April Fool' gift, for it was carefully wrapped 
as if it were something precious. On opening the package 
I was somewhat irritated because I had been fooled, and so 
dashed it sharply upon the hearth. The force of the blow 
broke the shell in these pieces which you see here. What 
seemed to be a small piece of thick dirty paper fell out of the 
shell. I picked it up and, of course, expected to find written 
on it 'April Fool,' but worse instead it seemed to be simply 
blank. I tossed the paper upon the hearth and went on about 
my business glad there was no one present to see me so badly 
fooled. On coming to the fire some time later I picked up 
the dirty bit of paper to throw it into the grate, but glancing 
at it, I noticed some dim letters. Suspecting that this was a 
message in invisible ink, I held it nearer the fire to develop 
the writing more fully. I saw my name, John White, also 
several other dim letters appeared. Soon the writing be- 
came plain, until finally the paper, or parchment, as it proved 
to be, read: 

"John White:— Croatan, 4:30 a. m. 

Redcap. 2nd Landing. Nose of face. 40 ft. E,, 

5 ft. below. £. 

Humphrey Drayton.' 
I thought at first that this was a puzzle that some friend had 
sent me, knowing the pleasure I find in solving such things, 
therefore I set to work to unravel it. I was kept constantly 
busy with it up to the time I sent for you on June 10. 

Well, to take up the steps in the solution of the secret: 
first, remembered from United States History about John 
White, the Governor of an English colony on Roanoke Island 
near the coast of what is now North Carolina. When he re- 
turned from England after a two years' absence, finding the 
word, 'Croatan,' carved on the bark of a tree as the only sign 
of the colony he had left. I went to this Island where White 
landed, and remained there several days, inquiring and search- 
ing, but could find nothing to account for the puzzle. Re- 


membering that the colony was to leave the name of the place 
to which it went carved upon a post, in case they should leave 
Roanoke Island during White's absence, and learning that 
there was an island by the name of 'Croatan' near by, I next 
went to this island, but discovered no clue. While there, 
however, I was told by an old gentleman that there used to 
be a tradition among a certain tribe of Indians, now extinct, 
that some time back in the past there was a great chief, Croatan, 
of their tribe that won a great victory over the whites along 
the Atlantic coast, and took them all and their possessions 
to his camp back in the mountains in what is now the State of 
Virginia. Upon hearing this information, and bent on solv- 
ing my puzzle I decided to go, if possible, to the place where 
the Indian camp was supposed to have been located. 

As a first guess and because of its identity of name with 
the original island, I stopped here at Roanoke. I talked 
with some of the older men and they told me that they had 
heard something about this camp, also that there were some 
Indian mounds not far awa>. Early one morning, just be- 
fore day-break, while yet in my bed, I noticed from this win- 
dow here the reflection of the sun on that snow-capped moun- 
tain peak yonder not far in the distance. I noticed it several 
mornings, and each time it appeared about half past four 
o'clock. I came to the conclusion that the '4:30 Redcap' in 
the puzzle referred to this mountain. On ascending it I 
noticed that it was alternately steep and level, not unlike the 
landings between flights of stairs. This unusual formation 
led me to infer that the '2nd landing' of the puzzle meant the 
second level spot from the foot of the mountain. While 
wandering about on this level formation, I was struck with 
the resemblance to a human face of a large rock protruding 
from the east side of the mountain. This, too, seemed to agree 
exactly with the 'Nose of face.' I was now quite confident 
that I was on the right track and thought that the crypto- 
gram referred to a hidden treasure buried by the colonists 
from the Indians. I was confirmed in this belief by the occur- 


rence of the '£' on the parchment. Having reached this 
point it was not unreasonable to suppose that the '40 ft. E.' 
meant forty feet due east of the nose of the image on the rock, 
^nd I readily inferred that the '5 ft. below' meant five feet be- 
neath the surface. Of course I supposed that 'Humphrey 
Drayton' was the name of the man that wrote the cryptogram 
and carved the word 'Croatan' on the bark of the tree. As 
soon as I had completed the solution of the puzzle, I telegraphed 
you, and, of course, you know the rest." 

I sat eagerly listening to his story, but when he had fin- 
ished, the mystery was still not fully explained. I at once 
recognized the "shell" he had been talking so much about 
to be the bone — as I thought — which I had sent to him, and 
I told him how I found it, but how did the parchment get in- 
side? Finally we concluded that this man, Humphrey Dray- 
ton, having escaped from the Indians and buried the treasure, 
must have fled along the Atlantic coast in the hope of meet- 
ing White, but failing, he wrote the cryptogram. He must 
have placed it in the shell and put the shell at the brink of 
the water where White would likely land. Some sea-monster 
must have swallowed the shell and it remained within it all of 
these years until the monster was washed ashore during the 
Galveston flood, for no other solution would explain the find- 
ing of the shell among the bones. 

Basil F. Witt. 



A vacant seat, a crooked pin, 

Expectant boy, another same 

Entering room; delighted grin, 

Oh joy, he sits! All in the game! 

A smothered groan, stifled "Oh's!" 
Snickers aloud, suspecting glance: 
School out — a boy, tears, bloody nose. 
These go to make the circumstance! 


f The Mi llsaps Collegian § 

^ Vol. 10. Jackson, Miss., December 1907. No. 3. ^ 

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College. 

C. Hascal Kirkland Editor-in-Chief 

J. C. RoussEAux Associate Editor 

Thos. L. Bailey Local Editor 

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R. J. MuLLiNS, W. P. Moore Assistant Business Managers 

Remittances and business communications should by sent to W. F. 

MuRRAH, Business Manager; Matter intended for publication 

should be sent to C. H. Kirkland, Editor-in-Chief. 


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M M 

When it comes to Athletics Millsaps has had 
ATHLETICS, a checkered career. Something has been ac- 
complished, but much has been left undone. 
Soon after the opening of the College a movement was launched 
which resulted in the organization of the Millsaps Athletic As- 
sociation, in 1894. In 1898 we made a very creditable effort 
at inter-collegiate football, but we had the freedom to "play 
with the other boys" only for a short period for at the next 
Conference we were commanded to stay on our own campus 
to live or die, athletically. The result is not difficult to imag- 


ine and the records have it that we showed no signs of re- 
covery from this shock till in 1903, when we began to arouse 
ourselves under the efficient leadership of Doctor Walmsley. 
In the season of 1904-5 our team played the city and much en- 
thusiasm was aroused. This policy was followed up in 1905-6. 
In the season of 1906, the special feature was the system of 
class football. Doctor Walmsley generously offered a cup 
to the winning team. Every class put a team in the field fully 
determined to win. Much class spirit was shown and football 
material of no mean order was developed. The contests 
waged between opposing teams were as spirited and hard- 
fought even on the "hilly holly and tree covered ground" in front 
of Founders Hall as if they were Thanksgiving matches between 
the Army and the Navy on the gridiron in Washington, with 
the President and his Cabinet and Foreign Dignitaries, as spec- 
tators. There is no questioning the fact that we had more 
football on the campus, more nearly involving the entire stu- 
dent body than any college that produced a winning 'Varsity. 

However, with nothing to crystalhze enthusiasm, interest 
has so fallen off that only the Sophomore and Freshman teams 
are contesting for the championship. This condition is due not 
altogether to a lack of interest in the game. The outlook was 
more promising than ever before, but at the critical moment 
an accident caused by the roughness of the ground rather than 
the brutality of the game, so demoralised the teams that only 
the two have survived. The teams refused to play on such 
ground as was available on the campus, and it was impossible 
to arrange for the City Park every time we wished to play a 
class game. Thus we are once more on the decline, again 
the victim of circumstances not within our control. 

It is perfectly natural for those who have been most earn- 
est in their efforts to give to athletic sports their proper sphere 
in college life, to be discouraged. It is an undisputed fact 
that the mind, however brilliant, is helpless and worthless 
without a body through which to experss itself. It has been 
a reproach against the times of our fathers that so little at- 


tention was given to this "Temple in which we live." It would 
not seem strange to the Western mind to see a Brahman Priest 
neglect, or even injure his body, when it is known that he con- 
siders it a positive evil to be subjugated and destroyed. But 
it is strange to the modern collegian to see the woeful neglect 
of physical training when it means so much to the individual 
throughout his whole life. We go upon the idea that the body 
is sacred as well as the mind, and that with the training of our 
minds there should come a training of the body, so that it 
might execute the will and high purpose which the increased 
power of our minds may conceive. 

The world is in need of men who can scale a mountain or 
execute a plan, no less than men who can construct a geomet- 
rical figure, or dream a dream. Even considered from a psy- 
chological standpoint much less than a physiological our 
bodies must be the objects of much care. The healthy body 
generally carries a healthy mind, or, at least, a healthy mind 
is better carried in a healthy body. To tie the student with 
all his restless energy to his books with no incentive for re- 
creation, and expect the most of him, is as foolish as to set a 
dish of pork chops before an infant and expect it to thrive. 
For the good health of the student it is absolutely necessary 
that he take exercise in some way. He not only needs ex- 
ercise, but he needs recreation from his laborious studies, and 
a game is the one thing that most completely combines the 
essential elements. After a day of study nothing is so inviting 
to the average boy as the play ground among his fellows where 
he absolutely forgets whether some Latin verb takes the da- 
tive or accusative, or some other equally important and less 
interesting fact that he has tried to drill into his head. Not 
only is it pleasant to spend two hours of the day in such a 
way, but it is very profitable. After the game is over the mind 
has swept out all the filings from the day's drill, and is clear 
and ready for the work at hand. The night's studies are 
not only the more easily prepared, but they can be gotten pleas- 
antly and with a more certain grasp which infinitely increases 
their value. 


Not only is the mental and physical phase of Athletics 
important, but the rivalry resulting in class club, or college 
spirit, as the case may be, is of real value. On the girdiron 
or baseball diamond men are thrown together with a common 
purpose, that draws them toward each other as nothing else 
can. In a situation of mutual "weal or woe" men come "ta 
know each other better and to love each other more." In 
this close touch of man to man there is developed a healthy 
moral strength. In the heat of a spirited battle men learn 
to hold ther heads and bridle their tongues, to play the game 
with all of their might rather than waste their energy in a fit 
of passion. This hard discipline furnishes a moral fiber which 
is of incalculable value in other affairs of life. When properly 
conducted. Athletics develops a genuine spirit of sport which 
is one of the most valuable attainments. Pure Athletics 
not only develops the physical man and makes possible the 
cleanest and most helpful study, but it adds a positive moral 
tone to the collegian which is essential to his rounded develop- 
ment. Then who will gainsay that Athletics is worthy of an 
important place in college life? Who can see the evils and 
not the good; who will consent to let a thing of such vital 
importance again fail in its purpose? 

It is said that we have no grounds upon which to play; 
we are denied the inter-collegiate features which would enable 
us to care for ourselves along this line. We must admit that 
there is little incentive for the highest achievement and seem- 
ingly little appreciation of the seriousness of our situation, 
but it is the part of foolish men to stop and grieve over what 
might be. Let us make the best of our environments and get 
the best the condi lions will produce. There is something good 
in it after all, and though we have no chance to play ball like 
other boys, we must recognise the fact that except so far as 
college spirit is concerned, class games come more nearly 
the ideal than any other form, provided it can be played at all. 
Nothing can come from a mere sitting down and grumbling 
because some athletic Aladdin does not set things just as we 


think that they should be. The man that grumbles and does 
nothing now, would in all probability, find serious objections 
if we had inter-collegiate games. Remember that chronic 
kicking is a dangerous malady and only aggravates the old 
trouble, the effects of which we are trying to eradicate. 

So let us get in the game as it is and play the ball down 
the field, overcoming every obstacle until we can lay it under 
the goal whereunto we have so long hoped to place it, and then 
greet the dawn of a better day for Millsaps. By all means 
let us not degenerate into a sickly lot of grumbhng kickers, 
for ours is a struggle for constructive and not destructive 

College life is a peculiar situation. In the- 
ATHLETIC training of the boys there are certain ele- 
PARK ments that are essential. Certain things 
are demanded in the business of educations 
that are not of such vital importance in other affairs of life. 
It is a fully recognized fact among all the foremost educators 
of our day that physical development is one of the most val- 
uable assets of life. It is an equally well known fact that in 
college there must be some special arrangement made for the 
accomplishment of this end or it will not be fully reahzed. 
College men are not expected ordinarily to have chores to do 
which will in a way suffice for exercise and recreation. The 
average boy does his work from day to day as the demand 
presses upon him and makes no allowance for rest or play time. 
His spare moments are too often spent in listless idleness loaf- 
ing about the campus, nursing a more or less fully developed 
case of "the blues." 

In view of these facts most colleges are furnished with 
gymnasiums and other equipments for the physical welfare 
of the students. We have been supplied for many years with 
a fairly well equipped gymnasium and the need was little felt 
at first for an athletic field, since plenty of open ground near 
the campus could be utilized for that purpose. But that 


was in the times that were. We are now confronted with very 
different conditions. The city, in its steady growth, has in- 
corporated one section after another till handsome residences 
now mark the scenes of our games in the years gone by. 

Therefore, the question presses upon us: what will we do- 
for play ground during the coming years of our expanding 
career? The college was founded upon a liberal plan and es- 
tablished upon a broad foundation, and it behooves us to keep 
the way clear for the developments of an institution from which 
we expect so much in the future. One of the most character- 
istic features of our past has been a keen vision of things to 
be. The ideal was set high and every effort has tended toward 
the realization of that ideal. 

But, singularly enough, nothing has been done by the 
college in the interest of athletics. So far as we can see not 
one dollar has been appropriated for the physical welfare 
of the students; the gymnasium came not from without, but 
from the efforts of the student body. Other colleges build 
gymnasiums, employ directors as members of the Faculty — 
But not so with us. We are not only woefully neglected, but 
we are positively commanded to stay on our own campus 
when there is absolutely no place on the campus upon which 
we can play. The need is crying, the time is ripe, and why 
should Millsaps not have an Athletic Park? 

It is a question of grave importance and worthy of the 
closest consideration. It is not a thing to be lightly con- 
sidered and quickly dismissed. It is an absolute necessity, 
and much depends upon prompt action. If we wait, all the 
available ground about the campus has been appropriated for 
other purposes, it will be well nigh impossible to convert it 
into a play ground. The land is now cheaper than it will ever 
be again, and the need is growing more pressing every year. 
It is little short of criminal neglect to have no arrangements 
made for a body of students in a way which so vitally affects 
their career in life. 



If the proper authorities continue to lend deaf ears to our 
needs, it is high time that some public-spirited citizen come 
forth with a proposition that will enable us to realize our plans. 
There is no other thing that would so much endear a man to 
the student body as a gift of an Athletic Park. There is hardly 
any need of the campus now that is so urgent, and a better 
chance for public-spirited philanthropy to show itself has 
seldom been offered. Will not some friend of the College covet 
the glory of furnishing this addition to our campus and thereby 
indelibly inscribe his name upon the glowing pages of the 
history of Millsaps College and in the hearts of the present 
students and those to come? 


T. L.lBAILEY, Editor. 

NOTE. — The Editor would gratefully appreciate anything of interest 
so please don't hesitate to report the news to him. 

Christmas is almost here! 

Congratulations! Thanksgiving didn't come on Saturday. 

Little Caruthers Sullivan is able to be out again after 
several days of serious illness. 

Several of the boys took advantage of the opportunity 
afforded by Thanksgiving and paid a visit to the homefolks. 

The Kappa Alphas entertained at a very delightful chafing 
dish party on November 28th. 

Messrs. Sam Osborn, W. A. Williams, Jas. L. Berry, John 
W. Weems, Oscar Backstrom, Jos. A. Baker, and Robt. J. 
Jackson were visitors on the campus recently. 


Cook (in Astronomy class) — Dr. Moore, do they have 
earth-shine on the moon as we have moon-shine on the earth? 

Prof. George G. Hurst, one of the foremost educators of 
Mississippi, and Hon. Joseph N. Powers, Superintendent of 
Education, have accepted invitations to address the two hterary 
societies at their anniversary exercises next spring. 

The Science Department is greatly indebted to Dr. C. 
Galloway, of Jackson County, for many rare and valuable 
gifts to the museum. 

At least one member of the Sophomore Class is original 
as will be seen by the following translation of the English, 
Darius died. This is his translation, "Darius deditum est 

D. Thomas Ruff went over to Columbus to report the 
North Mississippi Conference for the "Daily News." 

The Law Class has selected the following officers: Presi- 
dent, S. M. Graham; Vice President, L. L. Tyler; Secretary, 
Pickens Harper; Treasurer, J. C. Talley; Historian, Luther 
Mansliip, Jr. 

Dr. Murrah attended the session of the North Mississippi 
Conference at Columbus the first week in December. 

Will some one please explain to Ed Brewer why it was that 
Central refused to put in his call the time he telephoned from 
the Fair Grounds? 

Dr. M. W. Swartz gave his second lecture during the lat- 
ter part of November, the theme being, "Why Latin ^nd 
Greek Should be Studied." He gave many reasons why the 
educated man should have, at least, a reading knowledge of 
the classics. The address was greatly appreciated and the 
students anxiously await for further members of the Faculty 
to follow in Dr. Swartz's steps. 

The students again demonstrated their enthusiasm over 
Athletics on Thanksgiving Day. Despite the fact that the 


weather was very inclement, they donned their overcoats, 
put on their rubbers, rolled up their trousers, and went to 
see the A. & M. "soak 'em." As some one has wisely said, 
the student body on such occasions feels much like the little 
boy tied to his mother's apron string when he sees his com- 
panions permitted to go and engage in good wholesome sport. 
We are glad to see Mr. 0. S. Cantwell, of the Law Class, 
able to resume his work after several weeks' absence. Mr. 
Cantwell's absence was occasioned by a fall from the grand 
stand at the race track during the fair. 

One of the most enjoyable entertainments ever given on 
the campus was that of the Glee Club on the night of Nov. 
28th. There was a large attendance and all seemed to enjoy 
the program from beginning to end. Among the many things 
worthy of mention is the performance of that novel "appara- 
tus", the "Gleephophone", the readngs given by Mrs. Swartz; 
the singing of Mrs. Murrah, and the piano music rendered by 
Miss Anderson. 

On account of sickeness in Dr. Sullivan's family, the 
Senior Class has been forced to call off its Columbus trip. 
However, they are determined not to be deprived of a trip, 
and it is now likely that they will go to Hot Springs, Arkansas, 
instead of Columbus. 

Mr. Ackland has purchased 16 pounds of rice. "The 
curfew shall not ring to-night." 

The State Fair for 1907 has passed into history. It was 
a great exhibition of Mississippi's great resources, and could 
but fill patriotic young Mississippians — hke ourselves — with 
greater love for our native state, and give impetus to our 
desires to make her greater. 

The exhibit that gave us most pleasure was that of the 
Millsaps Science Department. That it was a success is attested 
to by the beautiful diploma of which Dr. Sullivan is the happy 
guardian. In view of the fact that it was our first attempt 


at an exhibit, it far surpassed the expectations of all. Dr. 
SuUivan is due the gratitude of all connected with the College 
and their co-operation in his effort to make next year's ex- 
hibit still better. 

Dr. Walmsley was absent several days during the first 
of the month in attendance upon the Southern Interstate- 
Athletic Association, of which he is Secretary. 

The Temple Quartette gave its entertainment on the 
night of Dec. 3rd. There was a large attendance and the man- 
agement is to be congratulated upon having them appear here. 

Since the removal of the library to its new home, the 
science department has fallen heir to three-fourths ol the en- 
tire Science Hall building. New electrical apparatus and city 
gas are being provided, and as soon as the improvements are 
completed, Millsaps will have the most modern laboratory 
in the State. 

Dr. Walmsley addressed the students recently on Athletics. 
He showed that Athletics not only develops the physical, but 
also the moral man. "Don't finch, don't foul, but hit the 
line hard," said Dr. Walmsley, is not only good foot ball ad- 
vice, but it is wholesome advice in every walk in hfe. The 
popularity of the speaker and his theme was clearly demon- 
strated by the absence of vacant seats. „...-- 

Frizell and John Crisler were engaged in the discussion 
of the career of one of Mississippi's most prominent citizens 
and could not agree as to the esteem in which he should be 
held, when Frizell suggested that the Telephone Company 
had an information bureau, and that they submit the contro- 
versary to it for arbitrament. Accordingly they called "In- 
formation," and were greatly disappointed upon being 
informed by the head of that department that he was authro- 
ity only on matters which pertained to the affairs of the 

The fame of the Glee Club has gone abroad. In addition 
to calls from the various colleges of the State, there comes a 
request from Yazoo City for an entertainment at that place. 






The delight with which "Days Off" has been received 
testifies to the popularity which its author has attained in the 
line of poetical prose. No one who has read the "Blue Flower" 
and "Little Rivers" waits longer than he must to respond to 
an invitation to join Henry Van Dyke for a weeks' fishng in 
Maine or in Canada, for a hunt in New Brunswick, or a tramp 
among English hills; and though he may care nothing for or- 
dinary sea-gulls, he hastens with interest to their haunts and 
feeding grounds when he learns that he may have Mr. Van 
Dyke as a fellow-student. Wherever this writer takes us, 
and whatever he talks about while conducting us thence, he 
is fascinating, wholesome, instructing while he entertains. 
He sees everything, hears everything, enjoys everything; and 
with these gifts he has the power of making others see, hear, 
and enjoy. 

Of the twelve parts of the book it is possible to class "His 
Other Engagement", "Silverhorns", and "Leviathan" as stories, 
for they have slight plots. But the majority of the pieces 
follow the promise of the title and the introduction and are 
confined to no particular plan or subject. While they are 
all "days off" they are independent of each other, and a reader 
may begin at any other part of the book as well as at the first. 
"Life," says Uncle Peter in the introduction, "is a pilgrimage 
in which it is permitted to follow a side path, a mountain trail, 
a footway through the meadow, provided the end of the jour- 
ney is not forgotten, and the days' march brings one a httle 
nearer that end"; accordingly, the "days off" describe some 
of the deviations form the beaten track. Delightful little 
journeys they are, these canoe trips or tramps on foot, these 
expeditions to the depths of Canadian forests, to the homes 



of favorite poets or the haunts of famous flowers; to the pop- 
ular summer resorts and to deserted villages; to lonely light- 
houses on the bleak Atlantic coast, — to our own vegetable 
gardens! No subject is forbidden. Philosophy and piscato- 
rial fiction, mythology and current events, botany, theology, 
and gossip, geography and literary critisism, bird lore and bi- 
ography, all these, and many others, are here; but the chief 
charm of the book is in the description of nature — human among 
other varieties. In the combined strength and delicacy of 
his pen in word-painting our author is unsurpassed. 

It is safer to leave a comparison of the "days off" to dif- 
ferent readers in their different moods than to attempt to say 
that any one of them is better than the others. To a con- 
firmed fly-fisherman, like Grover Cleveland, to whom the book 
is dedicated, "A Hohday in Vacation" and "His Other En- 
gagement" are bound to appeal, while a hunter must be thrilled 
by the stor\' of the majestic Silverhoms. In the word-paint- 
ing of "Between the Lupin and the Laurel" the author is 
perhaps at his best, but so is he also in "A Holiday in Vaca- 
tion" and "Among the Quantock Hills." A quiet and com- 
fortable kind of humor and a simple and wholesome philos- 
ophy pervade the whole book and are noticeable in "Days 
Off", "Little Red Tom", "Leviathan" and "The Art of Leav- 
ing Off." But let us not dissect further the attractions of the 
book. A compound may be divided and subdivided until its 
first characteristics no longer exist; a beautiful harmony may 
lose its charm by being resolved into the different notes that 
compose it; may it not be that even "days off" may be spoiled 
by a too conscious enjoyment of them? 



If any one has secured a diploma from Millsaps College, 
he can have several tags tacked upon him to proclaim his char- 


acteristics. In other words, he has more than one article in 
his intellectual incubator to advertise. It shall be our pur- 
pose to present to the readers of this article a man bedecked 
with advertisements representing his products. 

On his stickability cask, we would tack the sign, "Come 
to the fount for 'stickum." Of all the things a man must pos- 
sess in order to acquire the article referred to in the first clause 
of the first sentence, the characteristic, known as stickabiUty 
must be his most abundant good. The reason why our Fresh- 
man Class had seventy-five to a hundred men and our senior 
Class only fifteen to twenty, is that the majority of the Fresh- 
men at the stickability fountain si umbered and slept when 
they should have been replenishing their jugs with this valuable 

On his financial abdomen, we would put these words, 
"Always busted." It is necessary for every man who comes 
to Millsaps to carry in his "jeans" something with Uncle Sam's 
foot print on it to keep his stickabihty company. I have seen 
several men pass out of Millsaps College, and have heard many 
of them lament about their debts, but I have yet see one boast 
of his bank account. 

I would paste in bold type on the treadle of his patience 
organ, "Job's article in abundance." The man who comes 
here without this metal 18 carets fine, will go away ere he is 
promoted to the Sophomore Class. Patience? Why, Job 
could not have passed through the Sophomore Class year. 

Hanging to the spout of his endurance kettle, we would 
have on a sign board, "Hard to beat." To become Alumni 
of Millsaps College, one must have endured the compressive 
initiation into the A. P. S. the destitute feeling of a new initi- 
tiate of the R, A. B. They have learned to endure the creepy 
suspense immediately after they have heard, "The follow- 
ing please go to the board." They have learned to work day 
in and day out from one year's end to the next with absolute- 
ly no holiday, perhaps Christmas excepted. They have been 


sacked a countless number of times for "nuts" but have come 
out loaded with endurance. 

Just in front, a little above the cross made by his horns 
and ears, we would label, "True and Tried." It is just as nat- 
ural for a Millsaps Alumnus to "butt in" as it is for a hound 
to run a hare. They imbibe this trait more quickly than any 
other. It seems that the very air on the campus contains a 
tonic saturated with "Butt-in" juice. We would like for the 
man who attained the most proficiency in this to send us a 
note with information as to his whereabouts. We think that 
man who took the honors off in this graduated last year. 

The last tag that we would put upon our man and one- 
which would surpass all others, in conspicuousness, would 
be "Ego id sum." As the Millsaps student is handed from 
class to class his dignity and self-estimation increase enormous- 
ly. Sometimes this characteristic develops into the contempt- 
ible littleness of haughtiness and moroseness. 

When we had tagged our Alumnus, we would say of him,, 
"If he had the first four of the above mentioned articles in 
abundance and the last two only sparingly, he can be counted 
upon to be a force for good in the world; but if he has the first 
four only slightly and the last two aboundantly, he needs an- 
other tag put upon him. We would suggest, "Fool." 

We love to see any one have self respect, but we hate to 
see any one say by his acts, "I am It." Such a one will never 
reflect much credit upon Millsaps, or any other college, for 
that part of his brain is abnormally developed, and at the se- 
rious expense of all other parts. Such an Alumnus can never 
influence men to come to Millsaps to get their training, and we 
think influencing men to come here ought to be the one purpose 
of all Alumni. Alumni, what are you doing every year toward 
filling our walls with young men? Alumnae, what are yotj 
doing toward sending us "co-eds"? Shake ofi" your dignity. 
Alumni, and get busy. 




^^ [J. C. ROUSSEAXJX, Editor. |^ 

During the past month several new exchanges have come 
'to our desk, some of which have been gaily attired as Thanks- 
giving numbers. We are glad to note that in many of our 
institutions, the honor system has been championed by the 
editors of the magazines, and judging from the accounts of 
the many games, foot ball is still increasing the interest of the 

The "Mississippi College Magazine," although replete with 
"res gestae in campo" and although printed upon excellent 
paper, is nevertheless too full of unimportant details of the 
campus, and has not the scientific arrangement of matter nec- 
essary for an attractive, readable pubhcation. We do not 
think that it is good taste to quote so many of our leading out- 
side pubUcations, as all intelligent people are supposed to have 
access to this literature without seeing it in a college pubhcation. 
A serious objection is the absence of the story and the essay. 
■"The Ideal Graduate" gives valuable opinions of able men, but 
if the writer had himself characterized the Ideal Graduate, 
and left the opinions of his wise quoters to be pubhshed in some 
educational review, it would have been better appreciated. 
Throughout the issue there is a splendid vein of humor, and 
we can candidly say that the staff and students have more 
college spirit and more pride in their magazine than many other 
bodies. We also commend the two poems, "A Madrigal," and 
■"Love and the World." 

The "Reveiw and Bulletin" though it should contain more 
reading matter than it does, coming from one of the oldest 
•of Southern institutions, is attractively printed, and the mat- 
ter is well classified and well arranged under departments. We 
regret the absence of poetn,', however, and our interest is not 


aroused as much as it should be because there is no story, a 
thing which any preparatory school can produce. "The Pu- 
ritan Influence upon English Literature" is a well-thought-out 
essay. However, we feel like we might appreciate a volume 
rather than a short discussion, yet the author has condensed 
his remarks admirably. 

The "Harvard Collegian" in cover, in print, and in de- 
partments is one of the most attractive publications upon our 
desk. Although there is an absence of poetry, yet the stories 
make up for this lack. They are very interesting. "Anthony- 
Gordon" is a love story with a very good plot. It contains 
a touch of college life and the powerful sense of nature per- 
meates the whole story, even the girl fresh as a peach blossom 
seeming a part of simple nature. The author certainly chose 
an ideal setting for his plot, nor did he forget to insert details 
essential to the sadness and uneasiness of the hero. "Stung" 
is a very good humorous story not without a plot that keeps 
up our interest to the end. We really think all the time that 
the conductor is badly mistaken, and after the marriage takes 
place and the gentleman comes to view, we expect him to be 
a wage-earner instead of a plutocrat, and we are doubly sur- 
prised to note the coincidence of the newpaper article and the 
anxiety of the rich man's mind. But we, too, are "stung", 
like the groom, when the man with the silk hat turns not to 
the bride, but to the other waitress. "Triumphs of Skepti- 
cism", though not as full as it should be, is an interesting essay. 
The author, however, in a happy style, has shown how an honest 
skeptic is but an earnest enquirer, and how "he that seeketh 
shall find." In the educational department the articles on 
"The Neglect of the Language" and "American Literature of 
the Present Age" are timely, but they should have been fuller, 
especially the latter. 

The "Concept" is the most ideal of our exchanges. It is 
replete with the best stories, with poetry, and with debate. 
Attractive in binding, in departments, in arrangements, it is 
one of the most readable of our pubhcations. We commend 


highly the rather unusual department of current events, filling 
as it purposes, a need of the average student. The debate is 
an excellent composition clear in logic and forcible in style, 
and, at times, really eloquent in appeal, and the question dis- 
cussed is one which has argument on both sides. "A Thanks- 
giving Blessing," placed in an all-absorbing setting, is thor- 
oughly well-told and true to life. But the best and most touch- 
ing story, new in detail and in setting is "In Cases o' Sickness." 
Here the author portrays to perfection the depraved human 
nature of a man, traces his fickle character through promise 
and resolve imtil finally his wife and child are "pro tempore" 
lost to him. It is drink that has caused it. The man sees his 
hideousness, swears ofi", and in deep remorse seeks his wife. 
When he sees a foot-print he says, "Except in times of sickness." 
But the foot-print is no clue, and he searches till the night is 
far spent, when he finds her and says, "Not even in times o' 
sickness!" "The Wit of a Page" is very interesting. The 
plot is a good one and the whole scene is painted so very viv- 
idly that one may close his eyes long after reading it and see 
that racing httle boy out of breath, radiant, dark-eyed Spanish 
maidens, and the General strong and true. And can not we, 
as we are left to do, see the disappointment stamped upon the 
grim, dark faces of the soldiery? The poems in this issue are 
productions out of the ordinary — though producing and 
musical. "Thanksgiving Chimes" deserves especial mention. 
It is poetry in the true sense and meaning of that word. 

The November issue of the "Columbia Collegian" is very 
creditable to come from such a young institution, and while 
far away from us, we feel that we are friends. "Ralph's Op- 
portunity" is a story fairly well told, but the plot is somewhat 
commonplace. "Life" is an interesting suggestion of thought 
— but that is all. One would expect a lengthy discussion upon 
such a subject rather than a few paragraphs of suggestions. 
We think that an obvious fault of the little pubhcation is the 
lack of scientific arrangement of material. For instance, "Con- 
ference Notes" and "Conference Appointments" should not 


be separated by the editorial. Under the exchanges we hope 
to find more criticism of other magazines. 

We are the well-pleased recipients of Andrew College Jour- 
nal, Southwestern University Magazine, The Review and Bul- 
letin, Black and Gold, Columbia Collegian, Howard Collegian, 
Mississippi College Magazine, Concept, College Reflector, Ham- 
iltonian, Bessie Tift Journal, Randolph-Macon Monthly, Eato 
nian. University of Mississippi Magazine, Whitworth Chonian, 
The Reveille, The Spectator, Ouchita Ripples. 


There was a man in Athison, 

Whose trousers had rough patchison; 

He found them great, 

He'd often state, 
To strike those parlor matchison. 

The poor benighted Hindoo 
He does all he kin-do; 

He sticks to his caste 

From first to last, 
And for pants he makes his skin-do. 

Cleo — I wish I were cross-eyed. 
Clara— Why? 

Cleo — Because, if I were cross-eyed, when I smiled, I 
could make two boys each think I was smiling at him. — Ex. 

"Goodtimes" Thomas — Say, Shine, how do you charge 
for a shine? By the yard or by the acre? 
Shine — No, sir, boss, by the foot. 

Here's to those who love us, 

If we only cared ; 
Here's to those we'd love. 

If we only dared. — Ex. 




(As uncovered in the ruins of Pompeii.) 
Omnes agunt, sed pater, 

Toto die sedet; 

Pedes ante ignem, 

Tubam terrae fumet! 
Mater lavandas predent, 

Ann soror atque — 
In nostro omnes agunt, 

Sed senex-ne! 
0, Condamnati! — Ex. 

(As sung in Boston.) 

Every one labors except our distinguished progenitor; 

He reposes in a recumbent positioTi within our residence through 
the day. 

His pedal extremities idling upon the bronze of the steam 

Serenely engaged in extracting nebulous atmosphere from a 
tobacco receptacle of mundane matter. 

Our maternal mentor receives soiled linen for the purpose of 
cleansing it. 

And in this connection I should include fihal Aim; 

Indeed everybody is engaged in some variety of occupation 
in our domestic habitat. 

Excluding, as primarily suggested, our distinguished pro- 
genitor. — Ex. 


R. M. BROWN, Editor. 


Millsaps is planning to send a large delegation to the South- 
western Students' Conference which convenes at Ruston, Louis- 


iana, December the 28th to January 6th. Delegates repre- 
resenting the colleges of Arkansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, 
Texas, Oklahoma, Indian Territory, and part of Alabama ^ 
will be there. 

The purpose of the Conference is, first and foremost, to 
train men for effective leadership in the Y. M. C. A. To ac- 
quaint them with the different methods that have been tried 
and found successful in other colleges, and with the great mis- 
sion of the Y. M. C. A. No man can attend one of these con- 
ferences wituout beiiig made t.- fef-l that he is not in college 
simply preparing to live, but that he is Hving now, and that 
the greatest opportunity for service that he will ever have is 
that which comes to him in college. 

Another important feature of the Conferences is the help 
it affords young men in divining their life work. The princi- 
ples which should govern a man in the decision of his life work 
are presented by the most able speakers of the country. 


On the 29th Dr. Walmsley addressed the student body 
on the subject of Athletics. Every student should have heard 
that lecture. Among the many things said during the course 
of the lecture which impressed the writer are: "We are living 
at an age when the man of physical weakness is at an enormous 
disadvantage"; that the "Mental and moral condition of a 
man depends largely upon his physical condition"; that we 
must not "Make the mistake of thinlirig that we are here pre- 
paring for life, we are living. The man who will play honest- 
ly, will be honest everywhere."; "The man who can resist the 
temptation to take advantage of a doubtful point in a game,, 
is the man who will overcome the temptation to be dishonest 
in practical life"; "The same disquahfications which cause a 
man to fail in the crisis of a game are those wliich will cause 
him to fail when the testing times come in the real battle of 
life"; "The man who does not play to win is a poor man, but 


the man who puts winning above playing the game is the 
worse sort of a man." 

He said in speaking of the relation of the Y. M. C. A. to 
Athletics, that "The glory of the Y. M. C. A. is that it looks to 
the development of the three-fold nature of man. It has 
played a large part in purifying college athletics." He stressed 
the fact that "This is, preeminently, the age of the clean man. 
Indeed, the whole lecture was a plea for pure, clean athletics, 
.and pure, clean athletes. 


The boys who were at the Ruston Conference last year 
and had the pleasure of hearing Dr. Laflame, of Toronto, "The 
escaped missionary from India," will be delighted to hear that 
he has "escaped" the second time and will be with us some- 
time this month. To those who have never heard Dr. Laflame, 
let me urge you to hear him when he comes. Those who have 
heard him once will need no urging — they will be there. 


VoL 10. Jackson, Miss., January 1908. No. 4. 



Kipling, by the production of a few great poems, lias 
demonstrated that he is something more than a writer of 
verse, and he is indisputably the most popular poet of his 
day. At the same time, the name he has won for himself 
in certain quarters of a literary "rough rider" is not wholly 
undeserved, and his literary value cannot be judged by the 
noise and racket of his progress. The clamorous approval 
of the multitude would indeed indicate that his poetry is 
not of the highest type; for though there are a few exceptions, 
notably in the instance of Burns, it is generally true that 
the masses are incapable of appreciating the highest art. 
And this applies with peculiar force in the case of Kipling; 
for his defects are the sam.e as those of the generation of which 
he writes; and his weaknesses as well as his good qualities 
serve to increase his popularity. He has come when the 
imperialistic mood is most potent among the Anglo-Saxon 
people; while they are controlled and fascinated by the behef 
that they are destined to sweep over the world and spread 
their civihzation to the ends of the earth. Kipling is, there- 
fore, the poet of patriotism and imperialism. He is essentially 
a man of action, a man who loves m.ovement for movement's 
sake; and it is but stating a sequence to say that he is the 
poet of England's campaigns. So keenly does he feel the 
transitoriness of it all, and the discomforts of physical misery, 
with such a frankness of humor and pathos does he put his 


feelings into verse, that he has given us a gHmpse of extra- 
ordinary vividness into the Hfe and heart of the soldier in the 
ranks. His idea of virtue is courage and fidelity to comrades; 
he hates a cheat or a coward; he has large tolerance for the 
faults of other men because they are so interesting to him that 
he can forgive much for the sake of the unadulterated human 
nature it illustrates. He has taken for his hero, Tommy 
Atkins, the British infantryman, whose duty it is to guard 
the ever-widening circle of possessions, of which England 
is but "the power house of the line." His is not a narrow, 
insular patriotism, taking pride simply in the achievements 
of the islanders, but it extends to the remotest quarters of the 
globe in which English people dwell. "What," he asks con- 
temptuously, "should they know of England who only England 
know?" He regards Englishmen everywhere as brothers, 
and he seeks to kindle in them the same feeling which controls 
him. To use a mathematical proportion, he is to the literature 
of England, as his friend — Cecil Rhodes — is to the statesman- 
ship of England. 

In no other poem does Kiphng so splendidly voice the 
movement of imperialism as in "The White Man's Burden." 
Here he seeks to inspire his countrymen to do more, or rather 
warns them that it is their duty to do something more, than 
over-run continents and subdue barbarous people; that when 
this has been accomplished, they must labor to improve and 
civilize them, that they must, 

"Take up the white man's burden, 

And reap his old reward; 

The blame of those ye better. 

The hate of those ye guard." 
Kipling himself has a contempt for the 
"lightly proffered laurel, 
The ease ungrudged praise," 
and he inspires the same feeling in his countrymen. 

The "Recessional" is something of a re-action, a recoiling 
from the spirit of imperialism, the subduing of peoples by 


brute force and the material glorification of the English flag, 
to ask what higher power is ruling in the affairs of the empire. 
If imperialism tended to make Kiphng popular with the 
masses, because they too were imperialists, so much the more 
does his realism make him the idol of the hour. His realism 
is the chief quality of all his poetry — whether it be in the 
imperialistic poems, the poems of patriotism, or of philosophy, 
and though at times it becomes repellant, as in "The Ladies," 
or "The Sergeant's Weddin," it is this same realism, intense 
and frequently grotesque, that constitutes his chief strength. 
It may be traced throughout almost all his poems; but the 
"Song of the Banjo" illustrates it at its best: 

"You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile, — 
You mustn't leave a fiddle in the damp, — 
You couldn't raft an organ up the Nile, 
And play it in an equatorial swamp. 
I travel with the cooking-pots and pails, 

I'm sandwiched 'tween the coffee and the pork. 
And when the dusty column checks and tails, 

You should hear me spur the rear-guard to a walk." 
His scorn for a false notion of romanticism is seen in 
"McAndrew's Hymn" in the Scotchman's comment on the 
question of the vicsount's son if he doesn't think steam spoils 
romance at sea: 
"Damned ijjit! I'd been doon that morn to see what ailed the 

Manholin' on my back, the cranks three inches from my nose. 
Romance! Those first class passengers they like it very well. 

Printed an' bound in httle books; 
But why don't poets tell? 
I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns, the loves an' doves they 

dream — 

Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o' Steam." 

The above passage might be quoted as appropriately 

to illustrate that quality to which his worth as a poet is largely 

due, the dynamic force of his lines, his fire and genius. In 


the invention or employment of artistic language, he is but a 
novice; yet in the use of the forceful phrase, he has proven 
himself a master. Scarcely anyone can read "The Seven 
Seas" without being impressed by its splendid virility. Some- 
times he impresses us with this power by a single word or 
phrase, like "bullet-sprinkled breeze," "berg-battered beaches," 
"a dog-toothed laugh"; or, it may be in a hue or a number 
of lines, as when the banjo is made to say — 

"Let the organ moan her sorrow to the roof, 
I have told the naked stars the grief of man." 
or in the "Three-Decker", 

"... you'll never lift again. 
Our purple-painted headlands, or the lofty keeps of Spain.' 
His distinctive power in presenting a whole picture in a word 
or verse has been noted, and again, he has a faculty all his 
own in dashing off a vigorous simile, as, 

"he looked like a lance in rest," 
and in describing the stars that rim the mouth of hell, 
"The first are red with pride and wrath, the next are white 

with pain; 
But the third are black with clinkered sin that cannot burn 
In addition, he gives us single verses that must endure 
because of their truth — 

"Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints." 
"If we fall in the race, though we win, the hoof-slide is 
scarred on the course." 
And always Kipling's virility of thought is in consonance 
with a catholicity of taste exhibited by his characters. 
Sestina, of "The Tramp Royal," has tried all 
"The 'appy roads that take you o'er the world," 
and found all good, "So write before I die," " 'E liked it all'." 
Kipling's individuality is universally recognized and has 
inspired much of the praise that has been lavished upon him. 
But a mere departure from the old and beaten track does 
not of itself signify greatness. No poet has so far departed 


from the way of the masters as Walt Whitman; no writer of 
any age has been more intensely individual. Yet in the 
estimation of our most competent critics, Whitman's fame 
as a poet will ultimately rest upon the few poems that he has 
written in conformity with established precedent rather 
than upon the many he has written at variance with all recog- 
nized rules. Kipling also is individual, he writes in a dialect 
which no other poet has worked and he writes it extensively; 
but his greatest poems are those in which he momentarily 
forgot himself, abandoned his dialect, and wrote in pure and 
simple English. Indeed, it may be questioned whether it 
is possible for any one whose poems are written largely in 
dialect to win a place by the side of our master singers. Kipling 
was, of course, wrong in assuming that the dialect of the un- 
educated is in itself a poetic medium and does not need the 
same care and arrangement that the diction of every class 
does before it can be worked into a literary structure. But 
Kipling recognized the real and rugged nature of the qualities 
that the struggle for existence close to the ground develops. 
The naturalness and homely vigor of the dialect led liim to 
overestimate its literary capabilities. This is, at least, an 
error in literary judgment, not from a mistaken principle, 
but from mistaken balancing of correct principles. 

Especially is Kipling individual in his conception and 
treatment of woman. With many of our greatest poets, 
woman has been the theme and has given the inspiration 
for some of our greatest poems; but Kipling in his treatment 
of her failed to recognize that high purity, nobleness and 
gentleness which she possessed for Tennyson and Browning. 
Not in "Mary, Pity Women"; surely not in "The Ladies"; 
nor yet in the "Maxims of Hafiz," where we are told, 
"If she grow suddenly gracious, reflect — Is it all for thee? 
The black buck is stalked through the bullock, and man through 

jealousy" — 
Surely in none of these do we recognize the qualities of Tne- 
nyson's "Isabel," or Wordsworth's "She was a Phantom of 


Delight"; though to be sure, one appreciates his realism, his 
grim humor in the passage just quoted. Nor has Kipling 
seen anything in the love of woman high or sacred. Evi- 
dently he put no faith in the enduring qualities of woman's 
love; he has imperfectly fathomed woman's nature. Love, 
which has been the theme of so many noble songs, is to Kipling 
even in its highest manifestation little more than a healthy 
animal passion; and in its worst, a degraded one. The often- 
repeated line from "The Vampire," 

"A rag and a bone and a hank of hair," 
has become an epitome to many minds of the estimation in 
which Kipling holds all women. 

The futility of attempting to pass on the work of any 
author while he is yet living has long been recognized and 
frequently pointed out. But the general impression that one 
receives from a study of Kiphng's poems is that they are 
transitory; that although a few like "Mandalay," "The Sea 
Wife," "The Recessional," and "L'Envoi," contain all the 
essential elements of great poetry, and will be hkely to endure, 
yet the majority of them will serve to please the generation 
for whom they were written and will then be forgotten. It 
is true that Kiphng in his verse m.ay have done, and in fact 
did do, a great work for the English soldier; even for the 
British empire; for he is the poet of patriotism, and the spread 
of the British possessions, the success and growth of British 
commerce, the glory of the English flag have been the in- 
spiration of his songs. Moreover, he has succeeded through 
his verse in kindling or increasing in the hearts of his country- 
men that love of England and pride in England's progress^ 
which he himself so abundantly possesses. The British soldier, 
formerly ignored or treated with gross injustice, he has elevated 
to a place in the literature of the day, and has won for him 
the sympathy of the English nation. But the question which 
he himself treats with such withering sarcasm in "The Conun- 
drum of the Workshops," "You did it; but is it art?" is ever 
present when his work is to be considered from a poetical 


standpoint. And, while it may be answered in his favor 
that sometimes he is an artist, it must be acknowleclged that 
the greater part of his work is not art. In a number of his 
poems, he has proved himself a true poet; but he cannot 
from a just valuation of all he has written, be called a great 
poet. If, however, we cannot rank him with our great poets, 
we should not be unappreciative nor unjust to the n an who 
has proven himself so excellent an artist in prose fiction and 
who in poetry has given us a "Mandalay" and a "Kecessional."' 

W. A. Williams. 


There's a sad longing sigh in my soul tonight. 

There's a sorrow which lips cannot speak; 
There's a cloud in the sky and how dim is the light. 
There's not one loving friend I may seek. 

I'm alone, all alone in this wide, cold world, 
No kind tears come to soothe my dull care; 

And the ache in my heart from Nemesis seems hurled. 
Just to punish me with its despair. 

What is left to a life when hope is gone? 

In what can a heart seek repose? 
Ah, me, could I sing just one little song 

To help me my eyes to unclose! 

And why, I implore, am I thus sorely tried? 

What now have I done that is wrong? 
Does all of this sadness now only abide 

To make me, a weakling, more strong? 

Come, quiet tears, come help me to fight, 

I crave but for love and for rest; 
It is only the strong who seem in the right, 

I am longing for all that is best. 




Having spent an entire year working for Millsaps College, 
I have learned a great many things, and unlearned some 
other things. I would like to say, first of all, that no one 
has more to do with the reputation of Millsaps College than 
the student himself. What he is here and what he does after 
he leaves counts for more than the faculty does. The standing 
of the College is measured by its output, and if the student 
goes out to fill an honorable place in the world, it reflects 
credit upon the College. In my wanderings to and fro in the 
State, I have met many friends of Millsaps, and I have met 
a few critics also. But one thing at least has always given 
me much gratification. In every part of the State everybody 
recognizes the thoroughness and high grade work done here. 
There is no discount on tliat. 

During the year I traveled about 15,000 miles, spoke no 
less than 200 times, and talked "Millsaps" until I would 
dream about it. Counting the subscriptions which Dr. Murrah 
had secured and those I have secured, we now have about 
$44,000.00, which, if converted into cash, would secure $100,- 
000.00 to add to the Endowment Fund. I asked Dr. Lowry 
how he succeeded so well in getting the Baptists of the State 
to subscribe 875,000.00 to the Mississippi College. He said, 
"It is a secret, but I will tell you, if you won't teh anybody." 
I promised, so here it is: "I went over the State, and almost 
scared the Baptists to death by telling them how much the 
Methodists were doing." I decided I would try that plan 
myself, and see if I couldn't almost scare the Methodists to 
death by telling them how much the Baptists were doing; 
but a friend reminds me that there is a good deal of difference 
between a scared Baptist and a scared Methodist. He says 
that when a Baptist is scared he will do his best, and the more 
he is scared the harder he will work. But a scared Methodist 
will take to tall timber every time. "Is that so?" 

I am very anxious to secure the co-operation of all the old 
Millsaps boys in this campaign for more funds. A large 


number of them have made subscriptions payable in four or 
five years, and I hope to receive subscriptions from all of them 
during the new year. Wouldn't it be fine when we have our 
"China celebration," to have a productive endowment of 
Four Hundred Thousand Dollars? It is within the realm of 

T. W. Lewis. 


Marie de Bienville sat watching the few idle passers-by 
as they chanced along Ursuhne Street that hot summer's 
afternoon. While her eyes followed each until they passed 
from view she invariably turned to the reading of two letters 
which the last post had brought. The expression of mingled 
sadness and worry plainly reflected the nature of the news. 

Ten years before her only sister, Juliette Huguenin, and 
httle daughter Blanche had moved to France. Juliette 
had gone because Yues, her brother, was coming back to New 
Orleans bringing with him his motherless boy, then twelve 
years old. She had hated Yues' wife and despised the boy 
with all the hatred of her French temperament. Refusing 
to live in the old home while the boy was there, her leaving 
followed, and in spite of the misery it brought to all, she had 
never returned. 

On his arrival, Yues had left little Tristain with Marie 
and her father and had gone to Alaska with the gold seekers. 
Soon after this the news had come of his death and with this 
added weight of sorrow the aged father soon died. 

Left thus alone, with Tristain depending upon her, Marie 
had managed by teaching to provide the bare necessities and 
to give Tristain the schooli^-.^ Yues would have wished him 
to have. Through these ye^irs of hardship they struggled 
together, until but a short year ago he had graduated with 
honors in law at Tulane. Thus he had repaid, in a measure, 
the sacrifices of his aunt. His record at once secured for him 


a position with a well established law firm and his success 
brought hanpiness to both. 

But the letters darkened all. Her sister had died, so 
one read, and the daughter Blanche would reach New Orleans 
in two days. The other was a farewell from Juhette, telling 
her to love Blanche and asking that she should not allow 
Blanche to see the despised Tristain. Juliette had also re- 
quested that she return with Blanche to France, where Blanche 
possessed vast estates and where they would lack nothing. 

Tante Marie, as Tristain called her, became more be- 
wildered the longer she thought. This dying request of 
Juliette could not be overlooked, yet what had Juliette been 
to her? Had she acted as a sister should? Truly Tristain 
had been more to her than her sister. She would not give 
up Tristain— and, yet, where could Blanche go? These 
questions filled her n ind until Robert came to announce 
supper. She had never met Tristain with a sad face; he had 
never seen her sweet face clouded, and he should not now. 
During their meal she tried her best to seem happy and yet the 
smiles did not come so easily when she looked at him and 
thought that soon he might not be there. After supper they 
went out on the gallery, and kissing her softly, Tristain said, 
"Tante Marie, something is wrong. You are not happy to- 
night. I can see it in your face." 

"Tristain, my boy, my own little boy," she sobbed as she 
clung to him, "you shall know. Now, listen while I tell you." 

Beginning at the time he had come to her she told him all, 
then gave him the two letters to read which had come that 
day. He listened to her story without a word, and still 
silent he entered the house to read the letters. Soon he 
carre out again, and as he sat down beside her his great heart 
which had known so little to love, seemed to give way as silently 
they wept. At last, gaining possession of himself, he spoke 
and in his usual cheerful way led her to see that it was right 
for him to leave. Blanche should come and learn that no 
D'Bienville would annoy a lady. It would be hard for him 


to go, but he would be as brave as his famous ancestor whose 
picture hung in the hbrary and who in 1817 founded the old 
French city. 

The next day's sun beat furiously on the little winding 
street as a cab, bearing Blanche Huguenin and her maid, drove 
in and out among them, then up Ursuline Street, leaving the 
dirty part of the French Quarter far behind. As it stopped 
in front of a big, old fashioned house, a tall black haired girl 
and a maid carrying travelling bags, stepped out. The p eeting 
was sad yet joyous for Blanche and Tante Marie, as they 
mingled their tears and leaughter. Leaving Tante Marie at 
last, Blanche slept as only a tired traveler can. She was 
awakened by a shrill voice crying, "Extra edition — New 
Orleans quarantined — fifty cases of yellow fever east of Canal 
Street." In a short time the trunk, which Blanche had 
seen leaving as she drove up, was brought back and placed 
in the hall. Creeping out quietly, she read the plate on the 
side and stamped her foot at the name of "Tristain de Bienville.', 

That evening Robert found a note addressed to him 
under the kitchen window, which read: 

"Am sick. Bring something to eat out to your room. 
Don't tell Tante Marie. 


The little French servant lost no time in alarming the 
household, and at midnight the Doctor and Tante Marie 
sat in the servant's room beside a yellow fever patient. 
Faithful Robert stood by the door ready to do the least 
bidding, while outside on a ladder stood a tall black 
haired 5irl lookirg through a window. Her eyes were si h h g 
with mischief, as the httle French maid below her, holdii g 
the ladder, commanded and implored her to come down. 
Breathlessly she whispered, "Diane, he isn't a demon at all; 
he's a dear and he's my cousin. Oh, he must be awfully sick, 
and how Tante Marie must love him — just come here and see 
how she is watching him." After a long pause she said. 


"I'm going in there and make things right. I'm going to help 
Tante Marie take care of him." 

As she crept down the ladder the doctor came out of the 
door and just in time did they step into the shadows. Then, 
in spite of Diane's crying and begging, Blanche opened the 
door and entered. While Diane and Robert began smiling 
at each other by the door, Blanche on her knees asked Tante 
Marie to forgive her. 

"Wliat mother never forgave I will forget, and you must 
forgive our selfishness," she cried, "I know this is my cousin 
Tristain, and he shall not leave here on my account." 

It was with a lighter heart that Tante Marie left the sick 
room, as the nurse arrived to care for Tristain. In the next 
few weeks Blanche and Tante worked side by side, not only 
in caring for Tristain, but among the sick of the whole French 

Two other loving hearts spent hours in the kitchen making 
the little bowls of broth Tristain was allowed to have. Diane 
suddenly loved to cook, and Robert was more than industrious 
in his kitchen.. Then, one day, the first time Tristain could 
come out on the gallery, they had a family reunion and talked 
of their home and the many pleasures ahead of them. Tante 
Marie's face shone as of old, as she looked first at one and then 
at the other. 

As they sat thus talking a message was brought, which 
read, "Just married — will be home at once. 


Grace Hoover. 



Whut makes de people talk so rough 

Of de prodjekin son alone — 
When I don't think dat he's no wus 

Dan de one whut staid at home? 


It's true he nebber libbed so good; 

Aller's a-trampin' and a-munin' about, 
But he went home, jes' like you'd do, 

When he wore his breeches out. 

Ye know dem niggers whut staid wid Pa, 

Wus forebber on his mind; 
He 'lowed dey had good backer to chaw 

While he et husks wid swine. 

Dat's not all 'bout de prodjekin son. 

Ye see when he reached home, 
Dey sont dem niggers, made 'em run. 

An' kill de calf, 'most grown. 

His brudder didn't like dat nary bit. 

An' I don't think it's fair — 
Caze he had libbed dare slap 'till yit, 

An' dey nebber did give him a share. 

Now, listen, to de pint whut I make. 

Ye boys when ye lebe pa; 
Don't allers think 'bout fried beef-steak 

An' good ole backer to chaw — 

But think ye 'bout dat other home. 

An' yer moder's tinder care. 
So, when dat judgment day am come, 
Ye kin meet her ober dare. 

J. F. Campbell. 


Late one cold and dreary winter night, in the year of 189 — 
as a groom was coming out of one of those magnificent houses 
in the suburbs of the city of New Orleans, he saw an old grey- 
bearded and stooped-shouldered tramp slip into the door 


of the hay-room at the rear of the barn. The poor old fellow 
was homeless and was hunting a place to spend the night, but 
as usual was ordered out into the cold night. Thinking 
that his last chance of sleeping under a shelter that night 
was passed, the old fellow stumbled out of the barn and along 
the alley by the house. Looking up at the windows as he 
passed he could not help thinking how comfortable it must 
be inside that fine building — how delightful it would be to be 
shielded from the piercing north wind! 

But his reflections were suddenly disturbed when he saw 
a bright flame biu^st through one of the windows — the house 
was on fire! His weary mind was now aroused to its keenest 
sense of action. He knew people were alseep in the house, 
and would perish if not alarmed at once. With a bound he 
was over the front porch and at the front door! But, alas, 
it was locked. He knocked, but no one answered him. Some- 
thing must be done at once. Mustering up all of his faint 
strength, he threw himself against the door. It weakened 
very little at first, but with one more effort the bolt gave way 
and he fell headlong on the floor inside. Although the fall 
gave him a considerable jar, he sprang up and began to yell 
"Fire" with all his strength. The people were now very 
easily awakened from the inside, and the screams of women 
could soon be heard. 

When the old man arose after breaking through the door, he 
was at the foot of a stairway. Hardly knowing why, he 
hurried up them to the second floor; he entered one of the 
rooms and threw open a window. He could hear the men 
below shouting, but as in a dream, for the smoke was stifling 
him. He must get out or die! As he groped about hunting 
the door, he fell against a bed. There the faint voice of a tiny 
child, choking in the smoke, startled him. He reached out 
blindly and his hands came down on the form of an infant 
which was struggling under heavy coverings. Dragging off 
the blankets and wrapping them around the little one he 
started back for the stairway. 


When he got there the stairs were beginning to catch. 
The flames were spreading fast in the lower hall. To escape 
thru them seemed almost impossible; but it was the only 
chance. Holding his precious burden close to his breast, he 
walked weakly down where the flames were springing high 
on every side, and the heat was so severe that he could hardly 
endure it, but seeing an open door in front of him, he closed 
his eyes and made a dash for it. 

He had passed through the door safely and was going down 
the steps in front, when he tripped over a blanket and rolled 
down, down, over and over, his head striking hard against a 
sharp cornered post, and then he lay cold and rigid, out of 
danger of the fire, with his precious treasure still in his arms. 
Some of the people who were standing by ran to him, took the 
child from his arms and tried to arouse him — but he had at 
last found a Resting Place, where even a tramp may have a 
happy home. 

"RuFUS Rastus." 


On the first morning of leap year, John Smith sat at 
home thinking how grand it would be if the ladies would 
only "pop the question" as is their privilege once in four 
years. He had a heavy growth of beard, his hair was un- 
brushed, and his boots unshined, and from time to time he 
meditatively puffed at the stub of a cigar. Watching the curling 
smoke from his cigar, fascinated with the idea of having one 
of those dear, sweet creatures fondle him, he sat thinking, 
his imagination picturing his emotion when first a lady should 
squeeze his hand. Suddenly there came a rapping at his 
door. Jumping from his chair he ran to the window. 

"Gee whiz," he exclaimed under his breath, "'an me 
looking like a scare-crow." 

He quickly escaped by a side door to avoid a lady with 
a very determined look who came in at the front. Miss Jones 
was one of those plentiful ladies that believe in woman's 


rights. So extreme were her views that she regarded the 
privilege of courting as a usurpation of woman's rights, and 
therefore, she came with the full intention of avaihng herself 
of the first opportunity to assert woman's claim to her own. 
She took a seat and looked as if she meant to stay, but there 
was only a moment of suspense. 

"Dearest, how handsome you look," she purred, as John 
entered the door. 

"Spare the blushes of a modest man," said he, as he 
turned his head away. 

"Turn not away those beautiful dark, sparkling diamond- 
like eyes! Listen to my vows of affection," and she gracefully 
passed her arm around his neck. 

"Leave me," murmured John, "think of my youth." 
"Not till I have told you," said she, pressing him closer, 
"of restless nights, of fond emotions, and of undying love 
for thee! For years I have loved you from the depths of my 
heart. Need I tell how each of thy manly virtues has moved 
me; how my heart was entrapped in the meshes of those 
magnificent whiskers; how thy manner enchanted me — thy 
joy was my joy — my heart is thine forever! Now, let me 
snatch one kiss from those ruby hps!" 

And John fainted! Jesse Klinker, '09. 


Was there ever a name of sweeter sound — 
A name that twines and weaves itself around 
The very soul; whose charm does not depart. 
Never, from the silent ways of the heart — 
A name that calls with ling'ring mem'ries, tender. 
Revering thoughts, always, our heart's surrender — 
Name that would guide and steer us in our night. 
That follows us to either farthest height. 
Or lowest depth — whose hold Time will not wear 
Away, but whispers ever, "She will care" — 
Of her who loves not self, but serves another. 
Than name of her whose name is simply, "Mother"? 

J. c. 

i The Millsaps Collegian 1 

X Vol. 10. Jackson, Miss., January 1908. No. 34. ^ 

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College. 

C. Hascal Kirkland Editor-in-Chief 

J. C. RoussEAux Associate Editor 

Thos. L. Bailey Local Editor 

Bessie Huddlbston Literary Editor 

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R. J. MuLLiNS, W. P. Moore Assistant Business Managers 

Remittances and business communications should by sent to W. F. 

Hurrah, Business Manager; Matter intended for publication 

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With the going out of the old and the 
OUR coming of the new year, it is well that we 

ALMA MATER, take stock. An estimate should be placed 
on every article, whether of great worth 
or of Uttle value. In writing of Millsaps College, it is not our 
purpose to relate all the virtues and turn vices into virtues, 
however near the vices often approach virtues. Then, not 
vanity, but a purpose to know the truth and provide for the 
future prompts this effort. 


It has been a reproach against our College that there has 
not been sufficient enthusiasm manifested by the students. 
It is not in good taste for a student to be so shriveled up in 
his vision that he can see nothing but the school he is in. It 
is ludicrous to see a person so blinded by "red tape" and 
"hot air" as to think that only he and his college are worth 
while. But, on the other hand, he should have sufficient 
enthusiasm to impress his associates with the true influence 
which the institution wields. We are a little too self-satisfied 
with our condition and therefore take for granted that every- 
body else knows of our advantages. This sentiment has so 
pervaded the College that the student, beheving that "talk 
is cheap," and heedless of the admonition, "Toot yoiu- own 
horn," prefers to do the thing and let the fame of it go abroad, 
if at all, on the tongues of other men. While this is a virtue 
in itself, it carries vice in its train and much profit might 
accrue to us from a little time spent in reviewing some of these 
forgotten vices that have ripened and mellowed into virtues. 

For the most part at least the affairs of the College have 
been cared for by the wisest council. Every movement on 
the part of the founders and directors has been characterized 
by the clearest judgment. The proper course was pursued 
from the beginning in the location and the selection of an 
efficient faculty. The exigencies of the times have been met 
with the same forethought and wisdom, and never has there 
been a place in the Faculty for a man of ordinary training or 
for a broken-down instructor. The wisdom of such a course has 
often been vindicated and the high standing of an institution 
so young serves as a reminder to us of the gratitude we owe 
those who have unselfishly toiled and wrought here for our 

It is to the credit of our wise benefactors that we are here 
in the capital city, where the life of the State is centered. It 
is to this fact that we owe the privilege of attending the historic 
public days at our own doors, and looking in upon our legis- 
lators while they are making the laws to govern our common- 


wealth. But it is often urged that this is not a blessing, but a 
curse, — that the student should be away from the busy bustle 
of real life, and secluded in some quiet, unfrequented place, 
where the College may be "all the world to him." We frankly 
admit that such a situation may be conducive to the best men- 
tal musings, and that the student under such circumstances 
may dream dreams of great "castles in the air." But there is 
another point to consider. We are not aspiring to a hermit 
life of an ancient monk; we are called to a citizenship in 
a busy world of the twentieth century. We are at college 
in training for the varied duties and responsibilities of that 
life, and why not adapt the training to the work demanded. 
College men are expected to be a power in whatever society 
they move. If not in public life, or in one of the learned pro- 
fessions, the trained man will surely rule in the times to come. 
A trained man is nothing less than a man acquainted with 
modern conditions, a man of the times, who can grapple wih 
modern facts and grasp opportunities as they present them- 
selves. Then happy is the College with the facilities to fur- 
nish such training. Being a College set upon a hill, there are 
many demands made upon us. A choice article can not be 
had for a trifle. We must sustain ourselves and make good 
our plighted promise. Such was our beginnig, and such is 
our history, that much is expected of us. Daunted not by 
difficulties, the wise men of our Directors are now pushing 
nearer and nearer to the forefront and with characteristic 
wisdom they are calling for the all-sufficient re-inforcement. 
Rev. T. W. Lewis, the gifted, earnest, and energetic agent, 
has been re-appointed to his work of increasing the endowment 
fund, which is the paramount need of the College. He has 
already secured subscriptions to the 'amount of $80,000 to- 
ward the doubling of the endowment fund. Not only are his 
efforts productive of financial gain, but his mission brings him 
in contact with the people, and introduces the work of the 
College to many who have not yet known its merits. 

Another thing for which the old year will be lastingly 
remembered is the completion of the Carnegie-Millsaps Library, 


the only one in this section of the country. We take great 
pride in the fact that the sixteenth session of Millsaps College 
finds her with a library already given an entire building — a 
thing most colleges consider in good time at the age of fifty 
years. This library, representing an outlay of over $30,000, 
is a lasting monument to the wisdom of the projectors of the 
Institution, in that the carrying-out of their original plans 
for a great College made it possible to secure it. 

However, more significant is the fact that only fifteen 
years of Millsaps history has made such a national impression 
that the "General Board of Education" has selected her as 
one of the few among hundreds of colleges wiiose thorough- 
ness in instruction and efficiency of administration have 
guaranteed the wisdom of placing her on the list to be aided 
in the way of increased endowment. Thus they offer 
§25,000.00 to the increased paid endowment when §75,000.00 
has been raised by the College. 


How often are we shocked at a futile at- 
BOBSAHELA tempt to recall an old class mate or 

good friend of our past school days? 
How often do we meet a College man, and wish to show 
him something of the College we are from? It is a 
universal decree that school days are the happiest of 
life and whether or not this be true no one wishes 
to forget the pleasant experiences he had while at college. 
For these reasons and many more it has become a custom 
in most colleges to publish an Annual representing the faculty, 
student body and life in general upon the campus, tastily 
presented in the form of wit, humor, art and literature. 

The staff is now "hard at it" trying to continue the good 
results of previous years. The Editor-in-Chief no doubt is 
longing for a snappy story or a catchy poem, while the Art 
Editor would be pleased to meet those of artistic turn. If you 
cannot help in this way, you can have your picture taken in 
good time, fill out the subscription blank when it is pre- 


sented and hasten to pay the business manager before the 
Commencement stringency strikes the campus. The whole 
college has a right to be proud of "Bobashela" last year, but 
as a financial enterprise it was a failure on account of some 
students failing to pay their subscription, and otherwise 
neglecting to do their part. "Bobashela" comes from the 
"Good Friends" at Millsaps as its name signifies; therefore, 
we should exercise Choctaw fidehty in doing our part in 
getting it out. Above all, let not the reproach of last year 
apply to a single man this year, for if the finances fall behind, 
the "Good Friends" must suffer not only this year, but in 
years to come. Success demands that it be out in good time, 
and that the staff may get it out early, we must be prompt 
in doing our part. 

We cannot express our appreciation of 
TO the hearty support given the Collegian 

CONTRIBUTORS, this year. We deem it a personal favor 
when anyone having college spirit enough 
submits an article without being specially requested to do so. 
Then let every one feel that the invitation is both general 
and standing. We prefer that contributions be signed by 
the author, but this is not necessary if there be some special 
reason for the writer's preference otherwise. At any rate, 
don't be over timid, for if you are too proud of yourself on the 
one hand, or think too little of your production on the other, 
just signify the fact to us, and we will extend to you the full 
benefit of "Editorial Pauciloquy." Under no circumstances 
can v,e publish a contribution without someone taking the 
responsibility of authorship. Then do not send anonymous 
or pseudononymous articles without revealing your identity 
to the Editor. 



Just as we go to press, the Millsaps Glee 
GLEE CLUB Club comes from their visit to our sister In- 
AT stitution, exultant over their good time, and 

MISSISSIPPI loud in praise of the Mississippi College 
COLLEGE. boys. We take pleasure in furnishing 
editorial space as a medium to express Millsaps' apprecia- 
tion of the kind reception given the Club on this occasion. 
Hospitality was unbounded; the whole campus was thrown 
open, the home of Dr. Lowrey and the halls of the 
"A. B. C. Club" being no exception. And the spirit man- 
ifested by the students is every respect we commend as worthy 
of emulation. The purpose of "The Canaries" in arranging 
this visit was to have a good time themselves and furnish 
pleasure to others. This purpose seems to have been fully 
appreciated, for every effort was put forth to secure its suc- 
cessful execution. The club went to give an entertainment 
of "Mirth and Song" and it is to be hoped that the enter- 
tainment given was as pleasant as the entertainment received. 
We think time thus spent is not in vain, and look forward 
to other occasions when students so closely related may have 
a chance of meeting upon the broad basis of intercollegiate 
fellowship to enjoy together the gleeful days of college life. 


^^ T. L. BAILEY, Editor. D. T. RUFF, Acting Editor. ^^ 

NOTE. — The Editor would gratefully appreciate anything of interest 
so please don't hesitate to report the news to him. 

It's over — get busy! 

The baleful (?) shadow of exams is rapidly casting itself 
over the campus. 


If you have made good resolutions, let them be as un- 
alterable as the laws of the Medes and Persians. 

Dr. Kern startled one of liis classes recently with the 
anoouncement that Miss Hoover had lost her grammar, and 
also Mr. Hand. 

Messrs. W. P. Moore, W. A. Welch, Tom Stennis, Hender- 
son, Anderson, J. H. Brooks, H. F. Magee, Marvin Geiger, 
W. F. Holmes and T. L. Bailey are back from the Students' 
Conference, which was held at Ruston, La., during the latter 
part of December and first part of January. They report 
a great Conference, and no doubt our Y. M. C. A. will derive 
much good from having sent them. 

James Galloway (introducing himself to a young lady) 
— My name is Galloway. 

"Well, sir, who said it wasn't?" And she passed on. 

The Literary Societies elected their regular quarterly 
officers at a recent meeting. The Lamars selected the fol- 
lowing men: President, J. L. Sumrall; Vice President, J. H. 
Brooks; Secretary, C. W. F. Buffikin; Critic, T. L. Bailey; 
Treasurer, E. C. Johnson. Galloways — President, W. P. 
Moore; Vice President, James Malachi Mand; Secretary, J. 
A. Alford; Treasurer, D. R. Wasson. 

The Commencement debators have selected the fol- 
lowing subject: "Resolved, That the Phillipine Islands 
should be permanently retained by the United States." 
The Galloways take the affirmative, while the Lamars shall 
strive to uphold the negative. This promises to be an in- 
teresting debate, as both societies will be well represented. 

"Fatty Backstrom, of the Class of '08, enjoys the peculiar 
distinction of being the only man in the South who is Super- 
intendent of a "Green" county. 

Dr. Swartz (in Latin class) — "Here is a girl who has to be 
loved. What time does that express — past or future?" 
Miss , Present necessity." 


The third attraction of the Lyceum, an entertainment 
"by Caveny, the cartoonist, is bihed for the Uth of February. 
He comes well recommended and all are expecting a pleasant 
evening on that date. 

The Glee Club gave an entertainment at Mississippi College 
on the evening of January 4. The following program was 
rendered : 

L Dear Old Millsaps Adapted 

Glee Club 

2 Sunset Dudley Buck 

Mr. Norquist 

3. (a) Come Let us Sing _ Adapted 

(b) The Prof. 

Glee Club 

4. Lullaby -- - Brahms 


5. A College Medley H. T. Moore 

Glee Club 

6. (a)Stars of the Summer Night From "College Songs" 

(b) The Co-ed — A Freshman Warning H. T. Moore 

Glee Club 

7. A Fishing Party Adapted 


8. Cradle Song Vannah 

Mr. Norquist 

9. Romeo and Juliet William Shakespeare 

Mr. Kirkland and Mr. Addington 

10. The Good— Bad Little Boy -. Adapted 

Glee Club 
IL (a) Massa's in the Cold, Cold Ground 

Mr. Kirkland and the Glee Club. 

(b) Ben Bolt.. Mr. Norquist and the Glee Club 

(c) Old Kentucky Home. -Mr. Nelson and the Glee Club 

(d) Sewanee River .Mr. Duke and the Glee Club 

12. Good Bye, Sweetheart, Good-Bye Glee Club 


Found in a Sophomore story: "He sought her hand as 
a life companion." 

Mr. Elza (after Dr. Moore had explained a problem tO' 
him for about ten minutes) — "I don't doubt it a bit." 

The different classes have elected their class speakers for 
Patriot's day. The Freshmen selected J. M. Broom; Soph- 
omores, A. B. Campbell; Juniors, T. A. Stennis; Seniors, 
Marvin Geiger. These young orators will doubtless give soul- 
stirring speeches on that occasion. 

The Faculty has selected the following representatives 
to the several oratorical contests: C. Hascal Kirkland, State; 
John Cude Rousseaux, Crystal Springs Chautauqua; Thos. 
L. Bailey, Whitworth Chautauqua. In the choice of these 
men the faculty has made wise selections and Millsaps need 
have no fear with her reputation in their hands. 

Professor Henry Moore is now a member of the A. B. C. 
Club. He was very much impressed with the initiation. 

Dr. Swartz (to the negro grading in front of his house) 
— Of course you will be responsible for the dirt you carry off 
on your scraper. 

Dr. Kern gave the Seniors an examination on the Bib- 
lical references in Tennyson. The average grade was 49. 
This examination called forth the following pledge: 

From my paper you know quite well 

That I've received no aid; 

'Tis with more sorrow than lips can tell' 

That I this failure have made. 







The Shuttle, by Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett, has 
been classed, deservedly, among the best novels of the year. 
The fact that Mrs. Burnett wrote it is enough of itself to prej- 
udice us in its favor, for her little Lord Fauntleroy has won 
for her a place in the heart of every lover of children. And 
in the Shuttle she has proved herself capable of producing 
an equally delightful "grown-up" story. 

As to the story, the title itself is suggestive of the under- 
lying thought that runs throughout the book, and is voiced 
only often enough to keep us ever mindful of it — the shuttle 
that flies back and forth across the ocean, binding the con- 
tinents to each other. Betty, the heroine of the story, is but 
a child when her sister Rosalie marries a scheming Englishman, 
who only wants some of her father's millions. After his return 
to England with his wife, he soon discovers that her money 
is not his, and takes his revenge on poor Rosalie, changing 
her in a few years from a happy young girl to a miserable 
woman, living always in terror of him. Meanwhile, Betty 
grows up, a splendid example of strong American woman- 
hood, with much of her father's good hard business sense; 
and goes over to see what has become of her sister in England. 
She finds Sir Nigel away, and her sister as ten years of cruelty 
have left her. Immediately, Betty sets about making friends 
with the villagers, improving the neglected estate, and giving 
new life and hope to Rosalie. This, with the help of an un- 
limited supply of money, and a charming personality, she 
accomplishes before the return of Sir Nigel, who shows him- 
self quite the scoundrel he is by becoming infatuated with 
his beautiful sister-in-law. She is in love with Mount Dunstan, 
who loves her, but whose pride will not let him speak because 



of his poverty. Love conquers pride, however, and the story 
ends happily for all. 

It is in the portrayal of Betty as an American girl of 
the best sort, that Mrs. Burnett has made the greatest suc- 
cess. One of the most enjoyable features of the book is G. 
Selden, whose pluck, humor, "slanginess" and perfect natural- 
ness make him a most delightfully American character. 

There is so much to be pleased with in this book that 
one hesitates to make any criticism of it. However, one 
criticism is inevitable — the character of Sir Nigel is certainly 
overdrawn. He must be a villian, but it would have been 
better if he had been more human and less of a brute. 

The Shuttle treats of international marriage in the usual 
phase, and shows the power of that happy combination — 
strength, beauty and money. Altogether, the Shuttle is one 
of the best, as well as one of the most enjoyable books of recent 

B. L. R., '09. 


^ fJ. C. ROXJSSEAUX, Editor. ^ 

For the past month the different magazines decorated in 
holiday attire and replete with Christmas stories, give forth 
an atmosphere of the true Christmas spirit. How pleasant, 
indeed, is it to have our leading young thinkers thus make 
use of the joyous Christmas time to preach a little sermon 
on social service, or to write inspiring thoughts concerning 
the love of the Christ to mankind! While much has been 
said as to the turkey, the cake, the good things to eat, yet 
many of the stories have told not so much of physical 
things as they have of spiritual forces. May the return 
of that blessed birthday ever remind us to remember our 
Creator while we are young! 


The "Emory and Henry Era" for December is among 
the best of our exchanges. The Christmas story, "Tempted," 
is well told and has in it some very good description. The 
battle in Miller's soul is an excellent character study. When 
men are wrong, the world seems wrong; but when they are 
right, so seems the world right. The article on Japanese 
marital customs is interesting and instructive, though in 
our country, the author could not request that we be guided 
by them. We think that our girls are harder to get than 
in his country, where the matter is arranged not by the neces- 
sity of going through fiery furnaces of love's consuming passion 
nor of overcoming the ill-will of the father, or the jealousy 
of the mother, but by simply requesting a friend to negotiate 
the betrothal. An essay, interesting for its contrasts, 
is "Fashionable Fads and Folhes." The poetry in this issue 
is of a fairly good rank. The best poem is "The Optimist." 
For one to believe these sentiments is indeed to have the broad- 
est view of life. There is one doctrine, however, set forth 
in the first stanza with which we do not agree — that each 
wrong in the world, though it be the blackest, comes from 
the root of right; that is, has its origin in right. "A good 
tree cannot bring forth evil fruit." It is only an evil tree 
that can bring forth evil fruit — a good tree brings good 
fruit. How, then can every wrong spring from right? Right 
and wrong are two opposing moral forces — right cannot 
reproduce wrong. These two come from two totally different 
sources. A quadruped cannot reproduce a biped. Where 
evil results have followed from good plans, it is not because 
the good has changed to the evil, but it is because evil cir- 
cumstances from the exterior have come in and supplanted 
the good. The difference between black and white is that 
white is a blending of the seven colors of the spectroscope 
into ^one, and that black is the absence of all the colors. 
Black, then, does not come from the same source as white; 
nor does evil come from the same source as good. The editorial 
on the financial panic is one of strength. After giving the 


cause of the panic, three remedies are proposed for the sal- 
vation of our country's finances — legislation, "a more flexi- 
ble currency system," and "a postal savings bank system." 

The "Blue and Bronze" is also among the most excellent 
of the magazines, one of its best features being the number 
of its poems. While some of these poems are mere words 
in rhyme, upon subjects not by any means poetical, they 
deserve credit, and make the paper attractive in appear- 
ance. The monotony of the solid prose page is broken by the 
presence in smaller print of this poetry. "The Tale of a 
Midnight Feast," while its rhyme is good, has not been worked 
upon enough with regard to the meter. The last stanza con- 
tains a close likeness to Longfellow's "Wreck of the 
Hesperus." Better than this one is "Fairyland at War." 
The second best poem in the issue is "Lullaby," but we think 
that "Birds and Flowers," being more natural in expression, 
smooth in meter, deserves the first place. We commend 
this magazine for its amount and quality of poetry. As 
to the story, we should say that is it very well told. Like 
Poe, the writer begins simply and as she continues, adds 
those details that heighten the interest until the great climax 
is reached, the effect for which the story was told has been 
produced, and then comes the end. It is plain that the 
"Indian Tragedy" was written for the effect, and the author 
has succeeded admirably. The climax is in the leap, and 
when Minnitonka falls, so do we fall and take a deep breath. 
The contrasts between Tennyson and Wordsworth in regard 
to nature are scholarly and show careful study. The "Hal- 
lowe'en Celebration" is well told. While the publication 
is among the best, yet we think that the editorials should be 
longer and upon more lively topics. We think that the Ex- 
change Department should be fuller, and contain more 
ripened criticism. It were better to insert in the depart- 
ment matters of exchange only. The lines "To Belmont" 
should have been in the body of the magazine. 

"Ouchita Ripples" is up to its usual standard of 
•excellence, each department being well edited and the whole 


issue possessing a charm for the eye and thought for the mind 
in such a way as can be seldom surpassed. The two orations 
possess much merit. In "The Dream of Empire and the Dream 
of Peace," the author has handled a rather old subject in a 
new and happy manner. While before Christ the dream was 
of empire, since two thousand years ago the dream has been 
of peace. The downfall of nations has been due to then- greed 
for expansive dominion. The fact that in Rome "from the 
reign of Romulus to the time of Augustus Caesar— a period 
of seven hundred years— there were only six years of peace, 
while in our own republic of a hundred and thirty years there 
have been one hundred and fifteen years of peace," shows 
that the world is now nearing peace. "The Occident versus 
the Orient" is also a very well written and thoughtful pro- 
duction. "The First Christmas" is an old story of fact well 
clothed in modern phraseology and containing interesting 
information. We should like to criticise the statement, how- 
ever, that Joseph went to Bethlehem to pay his taxes. He 
went to be enrolled in the census that was being taken — the 
taxes were paid afterwards. In "The American newspaper 
of Today," journalism is fully discussed, and not a money 
standard, but an educative criterion is shown to be necessary. 
The Literary notes are full and interesting, while the Locals 
are full of humor and attractively presented. 

The "Whitworth Clionian" contains one of the best 
editorials on "Christmas" among the exchanges. In this 
the editor sets forth the true Christmas spirit. We think 
it would be well for all of our editors to make use of special 
seasons for special editorials. The reports and locals are well 
told, and it was a pleasure to note in the latter a fairly good 
vein of humor. The article on "Consistency", though not 
full enough has some interesting analogies and the person- 
ifications are meritorious. "Avoid Mistletoe" is a story which, 
though devoid of a plot, contains some charmingly told char- 
acteristics of college girls. Each girl seems to have some 
peculiar element of fun, and the whole group can be pictured 


easily. The best story in the issue is the Christmas tale, 
"A Mystery Explained", in which is a fascinating study of 
child life. There is not the intricate plot to make the tale 
interesting, but that which catches our attention is the well 
imitated conversation between the children. We regret that 
the only poetry in the issue is that contained in an adver- 
tisement. As a whole the magazine is fairly good, but it 
should contain more reading matter to be a hterary publication. 
We are the happy recipients of "University of Virginia 
Magazine," "The Pennant," "The Green and Gold," "The 
Academy and College Journal," "The Index," "The Emory 
and Henry Era," "The Review and Bulletin," "The Blue and 
Bronze," "The Whitworth Clionian," "Ouchita Ripples," 
"Black and Gold," "Mississippi College Magazine," ' Uni- 
versity of Mississippi Magazine," "The College Reflector," 
"The Piedmontonian," "The Concept," "The Academy and 
College Journal." 

Birds and Flowers. 
The birds are singing in the trees, 

Singing with all their might; 
Their songs so happy, blithe, and gay, 

So full of pure dehght. 
With early morning they begin 
And sing until the night. 

The warm soft wind begins to blow; 

The flush of life is seen. 
And scattered through the stately woods 

And o'er the meadows green. 
Many of Nature's lovely flowers 

Crowning her as their queen. 

Hail, bounteous Spring, that doth inspire 
The bright and lovely flowers! 


And all nature to live again, 

In the warm sunny hours! 
The happy birds, they sing "All hail!" 

Up in their lofty bowers. 

— Johnnie E. Sharp. 

Where Were They "At"? 

"What would our wives say if they knew where we are?" 
said the Captain of a down-east schooner, when they were 
beating about in a thick fog, fearful of going ashore. 

"Humph, I shouldn't mind that," replied the mate, 
"if we only knew where we were ourselves." 

William's Mistake. 

A William goat, with low-bowed head, 

Rushed wildly forth to butt; 
A moment later he lay dead. 

With a shattered cocoanut! 
The fellow that he sought to crush — 

The victor in the fray- 
Turned out to be a center rush. 

Who met the goat half way! 

Small Boy — "Papa, if you kill a snake and hang it up, 

it'll rain every time, won't it?" 

Father — "Not necessarily so; but why do you ask?" 
Small Boy— "Well, we killed one and hung it up and 

it rained." 

Father — "That was merely a coincidence, perhaps — " 
Small Boy (interrupting)— "No, sir, it wasn't either! 

at was a black runner!" 


Vol. 10. Jackson, Miss., February, 1908. No. 5. 


The wind was blowing, and the snow cut like a whip. 
Not a glimpse of the sea could Tom Jackson or Pat O'Flynn 
obtain as they fought their way along the top of White Cliffs 
in the howling wind; only the sounds below told them they 
were near the edge. 

They were old chums — this American boy and his Irish 
companion — both finishing oft' their education at Kimbo. 
Tom's father was away from home, and Pat's guardian did 
not care to have him come home just to spend the holidays. 
So they remained at Kimbo and enjoyed themselves as best 
they could. 

It was only five o'clock, but already it was as black as 
midnight. Once they caught sight of the light-house, and 
knew they must stand further in towards the right, in order 
to clear Cuno Cave. Kimbo House lay the other side of that. 

Suddenly Pat shouted, "Stop!" clutching his companion 
by the arm. 

"Something wrong?" muttered Tom. 

They could hear a roaring sound in front of them. They 
got down on their hands and knees and crept slowly forward. 

"It's the edge!" shouted Tom, as his hands felt nothing 
before him. 

They got to their feet again, and stiTuggled on carefully 
and slowly, going more to the right. The wind was blowing 
hard now. For a second or so it would lull, then break upon 
them in terrifying violence, almost taking them oft" their feet. 
They clung to one another for support, and then struggled on 
again with stronger determination. 


The wind was blowing from all quarters at the same time 
now — at least it seemed so to the bewildered boys. 

"Push on!" urged the Irish lad. He turned to say some- 
thing, then stood still, and looked wildly around him. 

Tom was not there! 

"Tom! Tom!" his cry rang out, "Where are you?" 

He commenced to search wildly about, all the time shout- 
ing at the top of his voice. Not a sign of his chum could he 
see or hear. He tried to make little circles, as he had heard 
of people doing when searching. He shouted wildly as he 
moved along. Then suddenly he stopped. He drew back in 
horror. He was on the edge of the cliffs again. Another 
step and he would have been over. He could hear the wind 
roaring far beneath. 

"Tom! Tom!" he yelled in despair. But notihing could 
he hear but the roaring wind below. 

Again his cry went up. 

A faint sound came up from below. He crept carefully 
forward on his hands and knees. He clutched a small bush 
and peered over the chasm. He shouted down; again came 
that faint return. The boy was half crazy with fear. He 
lay down at full length, and, putting his hands to his mouth, 
called once more. Yes; he surely heard some one. Then, 
during a momentary lull of the wind, came Tom's cry, very, 
very faintly: 

"I'm caught." 

Frantically, madly, the boy commenced to search around 
for some way of getting down. 

Tom was there! He must get him some how. All the 
pluck of his Irish forefathers surged within him; and, without 
a thought of self, without a thought of the danger, he began 
to scramble over. He himg desperately to the bush, feeling 
about with his feet for something on which to get a footing. 
He groped about with his legs, but not a single projecton 
could he find. The cliff seemed to go in, rather than out. 
His hands were even becoming benumbed with the cold. 


He must drag himself up again. He must try again at another 
place. With a mighty effort, he hauled himself slowly up. 

By this time the wind had become somewhat calm. 

"Tom! Tom!" again his cry went up. 

Then came a reply very distinctly — 

"I'm caught on a rock." 

Pat knew he could not be far below, so he resolved to 
make a rope out of his clothes and let it down for him. I 
another minute he had pulled off his close fitting coat and 
made a rope. 

"Hang on to this, Tom!" he cried, as he let it down into 
the chasm. 

After a few moments there came a jolt, a twisting — then 
a shout. He was sure of it this time. The words heard, 
"Haul up a trifle!" In another moment a dark form appeared. 

"Hang tight," urged Pat. 

"I'm all right, Pat," sounded his chum's voice, and in 
a few moments both stood there safe and sound. 

The boys soon started on their journey to Kimbo. They 
reached the school just on the stroke of midnight. The old 
Doctor, anxious and worried about their absence, greeted 
them with open arms. 

"Boys," he said, "you did wrong in breaking bounds, 
but it's Christmas morning and I'll let it pass. Get a hot 
bath and go to bed. A merry Christmas to you both!" 

S. C. Williamson. 


The one desire of my early life was to have some thrilling 
adventure. Many an afternoon I would go down to the old 
mill near my county home and listen with eager ears, while 
m.en gathered there told stories of their experience with rob- 
bers. Each evening as I returned home, I would picture in 
my mind how I would become a great hero if I had been given 
the chances of the men of long ago, and I wished ten hundred 


times that I had Uved in those "days of opportunity." But 
as time passed, I forgot my early dreams and my thought 
were turned to the duties and cares of life. 

Early on the morning of December the twenty-first, nine- 
teen hundred and three, in company with an old servant known 
as Uncle Ben, I set out for Okalona, a small town about twenty 
miles away from my home. Each of us had a wagon loaded 
with cotton, and, as we crossed Chuquetonchee Creek, which 
was about eight miles from town, a man stepped up by my 
wagon and asked me to let him ride. I hesitated at first, but 
when he told me that he was a preacher, I told him to get 
up and ride with the negro, as his wagon was not very heavily 
loaded. For some reason, I know not why, I was inclined 
to disbelieve his statement, and I watched him continually 
until he got off the wagon and went into a little log cabin near 
the roadside. 

Uncle Ben and I reached Okalona obout one o'clock, and 
as we fed the horses I asked the old negro what the preacher 
had to say. 

"Boss," he said, "dat deblish old saint axed me more 
darn questions than you ever heard. He axed me all about 
was you gwine to sell cotton, was you a Christian, where we 
was gwine to camp tonight, and I don't know what all else 
he axed me. He said dat he went to dat little cabin to see 
one of his sick m.em.bers; but I tells you dat am where I am 
been getting my Christmas whiskey Lord only knows how 
long, and I ain't never seen anybody sick dere yet, and so long 
as dey keep dat 'er stemlence dey ain't gwine to be sick." 

After the horses were cared for, I went to sell my cotton 
and attend to my other business. In about an hour and a 
half I was through and ready to set out for home. We reached 
Chuquetonchee bottom about dark and stopped at our usual 
camping place. I built a fire and warmed our lunch while 
Uncle Bob looked after the horses. After every thing was 
ready we sat down on a log near the fire and began eating our 
supper. The m.oon shone bright, and everything seemed to 



suggest a favorable night for campers. The only thing that 
gave me uneasiness was the fear that the fresh pork in my 
wagon would attract wolves. 

Suddenly the silence was broken by Uncle Ben, who 
dropped his lunch and murmured, "Lor-got-a-mercy!" as he 
rolled his large, white eyes toward me. I drew my gun to 
shoot some wolves, for I was sure from his expression that 
there was a drove near by. But, failing to see any, I asked 
him what he was so excited about. The old superstitious 
negro said, 

"Boss, didn't you hear dat blasted screak owl hollow? 
Dere is gwine to be bad trouble. One of dem debils hollowed 
jus' dat way de night m.y fust child died." 

I told the old negro that there was no tnith in the old 
superstitious idea about the owls, and insisted that he should 
not unnerve me again with such a howl of exaggerated fear. 
I set my box of provisions aside, and in a few minuets I fell 
asleep; but I was awakened by old Ben grumbling about the 
owls and wishing for an andiron to put in the fire in order to 
stop them from hollowing. 

About nine o'clock I was disturbed again, this time be 
a distressful cry for help followed by sounds of heavy stroke 
and agonizing groans. Upon hearing which, Uncle Ben ex- 
claimed, "Wah! Somebody am ketchin' de debil!" Just as 
we came up two men ran off, leaving another one groaning 
on the ground. I saw at once that he was the preacher that 
had ridden with Uncle Ben as we went to town. He told me 
that in one of his sermons he had preached against drinking, 
and had influenced some of his members to run some blind 
tiger men out of their community; and that these outlaws 
had caught him there on the pike and would have beaten him 
to death if we had not run up. 

This statement aroused my sympathy for the minister, 
and I asked him to go back to the camp and spend the night 
with m.e. He accepted my invitation, and when we reached 
the camp he began telling me about the condition of his churches 


again. Still I considered him a suspicious character, for there 
seemed to be something in his expression that was not char- 
acteristic of a preacher. In a few minuetus he repeated a 
passage of scripture concerning Daniel's rescue from the lion's 
den. Then he kneeled down beside the old log, and looking 
up toward heaven, he uttered a few words of prayer. In a 
minute he arose, singing of how the Jewish council persecuted 
the Redeemer of mankind. Before he had finished his hymn 
he had won my confidence. Then, fearing no danger, I took 
my purse and pistol from my pocket, and put them under 
my pillow, and asked the minister to share my blanket with 
me. Ben lay down near the horses still gmmbling at the owls 
for their continuous hollowing. 

About ten o'clock, I was aroused by the report of a gun 
nearby. I sprang to my feet, and at the same time saw the 
minster fall to the ground with an axe in his hand. I at once 
realized that some one had shot him; but had no idea why 
he was up with the axe in his hand at that hour of night. In 
an instant two other men ran up and one held his pistol in 
my face while the other searched me. Then I realized that 
I was in the hands of robbers. The one who held the pistol 
said, "Hinds, I see no danger. The negro has fled. Get all 
of his money, and then we will pay him back for having killed 
our partner. 

By this time Hinds had searched me and was stooping to 
pick up the pillow, when another shot rang out, and the man 
who commanded me to hold up my hands fell across my 
blanket, and at the same time dropped the pistol at my feet. 
In an instant I had the pistol and threw it in Hinds' face. 
Then, to my great surprise. Uncle Ben, who, I thought, had 
forsaken me, ran up and disarmed him. After tying Hinds 
securely, with a heart welling with gratitude I reached out 
my hand to the old negro and thanked him for his faithful- 
ness, and asked him to tell me how it all happened. 

"Yessa, Massa," he said, "it looks curious dat dem dod- 
gasted owls would know more about what was gwine to happen 


than we know ourselves. They kept a-screeching and I 
couldn't git no sleep. After while I saw dat gasted preacher 
raise up and listen. I begins to snore like I was asleep. Den 
he got up and listened some more. I kept snoring. He picked 
up de axe and stepped up near you. I says to myself T be- 
lieve be is gwine to kill Massa.' I don't see why he didn't 
hear my heat blumping. As he drew back de axe for to make 
his hit I shot a ball straight through his head. And when 
them other men run up I was 'cited so bad I couldn't hold 
my pistol still enough to shoot for de life of me. But when 
dis man started to look under de pillow I knew dere was de 
money, and I took both hands and stuck my pistol up side dat 
tree and took dead aim on dat other man. Quick as he fell 
I jumped up and ran to you for to help you with dis here man. 
And, Massa, if dem deblish little prophets hadn't kept me 
wake, you would be lay in here wid your head busted wid 
a axe." 



"Why, I never had an adventure in my Ufe; I only wish 
something exciting would happen to me some time." 

"Why, my dear," said a quite voice behind me, and there 
sat Grandmother looking shocked at my fearful wish, "if you 
were as old as I am, and had had the things happen to you 
that I have had happen to me, you would not make such a 
rash statement." 

Then a bright thought came to me, and I frightened the 
dear old lady nearly to death by grabbing her around the 
neck and emitting a yell that would have done credit to an 
Apache Indian. 

"Oh! I'm fixed! I'm fixed! Dr. Edwards didn't tell us 
we would have to write about ourselves, so you just tell me 
one of those exciting war stories of yours, and I'll just write it 


"No, my dear child, I could not; none of my experiences 
are interesting," and she blushed at the idea. 

"Oh, yes, they are," I replied, "tell me about the time 
you locked the Yankee soldiers up in your kitchen while 
Cousin Joe and the other Confederate soldiers escaped througli 
the front door." 

"No! I've told you that so often, but I remember an 
incident of the war which I have never told you. In the fall 
of 1863, you know, there were many cases of yellow fever 
throughout the South, and this added new terror to the war, 

"Your Grandfather's eyes were so bad that he was taken 
out of active service and was appointed Captain of the Com- 
missary Department. I was staying with Mrs. Wright, about 
four miles from Raymond. One day your grandfather was 
sent with six hundred dollars from headquarters to some sol- 
diers stationed near Canton. He had to pass right by our 
house and, of course, stopped in to see me. We had seen no 
Yankees for many days and felt perfectly safe; but suddenly 
jittle Richard Wright rushed in and cried, 

"The Yankees are comin', and there's about a hundred 
of 'em, just turnin' the bend in the big road!" 

We were, of course, very much alarmed on your grand- 
father's account, but he rose up and said, 

"They will not harm me; but they must not get that 
money. Hide it quick." 

"By this time the Northern soldiers were coming in the 
big gate, but as this was quite a quarter of a mile from the 
house we were not in a hurry. I made your grandfather go 
up stairs and get in bed; then Mrs. Wright painted his face 
and hands with some hickory tea, which she had made to 
dye cloth. This made him a ghastly yellow, and, as he was 
very thin and pale from exposure, he looked exactly like a 
man in the last stages of yellow fever. 

"In the meanwhile I went down stairs and spread out 
the money, which was all paper, under the large rug in the 


hall. When the soldiers reached the house, I met them at 
the door and in a sad voice asked them what they wanted. 

"The leader, a large handsome fellow, stepped forward 
and said, 

" 'Madam, we are looking for a certain Captain Aleaxnder 
Richards. He is a Confederate on his way to Canton, and 
was seen to come in here.' 

"My heart beat so loudly that I'm sure they must have 
heard it, but with well feigned tears I brokenly answered, 

" ' Oh, sir, there is no one here but myself and one other 
woman, and my poor husband, who is dying with the yellow 
fever.' " 

"At this, all of the soldiers drew back; but their leader 
was brave and came into the hall. 

" 'Madam, I am verv sorry, but I can not take your word 
for it. I will have to search this house.' 

"He was standing on the rug now, and I thought how easy 
it would be for him to reach down and find what he was search- 
ing for. I took him up the broad stair case, and all the time 
my heart was going like a trip-hammer and I was wondering 
if he would see through my little ruse. 

"At last we reached the room where my husband lay. 
His eyes were closed, and I, myself, was for the moment 
startled at seeing him lying there as if he were dead. The 
Yankee Captain took one look and with at involuntary ex- 
clamation, fled from the room, and down the stairs to the yard 
where his comrades were waiting. 

" 'Boys, we must have been mistaken; there's no Con- 
federate Captain here. That man up there is dying with 
yellow fever. Let's get away from here.' 

"No sooner said than done. The last I saw of them was 
a cloud of dust gradually disappearing down the road toward 
town — then I fainted. 

"Your grandfather and Mrs. Wright came down stairs 
and found me. I was soon revived and showed them where 


the money was hidden. Alexander told me good-bye and 
started once more on his journey." 
"Did he get there?" I asked. 

"Yes," she replied, "and without any further trouble 
in after years he often told of his narrow escape, and one night 
there were some gentlemen at our house, and he told this story », 
One of them, a stranger from Ilhnois, turned to me, and, with 
a peculiar expression on his face, said, 

" 'Mrs. Richards, did you ever see me before?' 
"Then, in one moment, I recognized the Yankee Captain,^ 
and we all had a hearty laugh over the way he had been fooled 
by two women." Will Anderson. 


(With apolioges to Wordsworth.) 
There was a time when teacher, sums, and books, 
And all that makes the student's life 
To me did seem 
The embodiments of useless strife. 
Vain effort to escape accusing looks; 
But it is not now as it hath been of yore, — 
Nor weakness do I betray 
As when I say 
Those things seem dear, since them I now can do no more. 

My money comes and goes. 
And merry are the shows; 
The girls smile their delight 
And gladness whene'er in sight I dare- 
Ice cream on a summer's night 
Is not quite so rare. 
As where "half enough's" the rule: — 

But yet I know, where'er I go, 
'Tis good, "dead-broke" and half-starved, if you're just 
at school. L. C. 



He was just a little boy, with a pug nose and big brown 
freckles all over his fat rosy face. His eyes eyes were large 
and blue; that is why they had always called him "Boy Blue," 
and just "Boy," for short. Although Jerry and Allen Curry, 
who lived across the street from his house, teased him by 
calhng him "Reddy", Grandpa and Uncle Dave told him his 
hair was auburn, and of course they knew. Anyhow, it didn't 
make much difference to him. It had to be combed and brushed 
just as much as if it were black. 

Boy was at Grandpa's now. He was there to stay all 
summer and things were so big and "breezy" and new. Mother 
had been sick and Daddy had taken her away up North where 
she could get well, forgetting that she had a little boy who 
teased and worried her all day long. When Mother and Daddy 
left, he hadn't cried at all; that would have been too much 
like a girl; but it was rather lonesome in the big house after 
they had gone, and he was glad when it came time for Sam 
to hitch up the horses. Somehow or other there wasn't any- 
body who could hitch horses quite like Sam. Once he had 
tried to help Sam, but Mother had told Boy not to go to the 
barn, and one of the big horses stamped on his foot. Then 
the doctor had to come, and he couldn't walk for two weeks, 
and nearly everybody in the house went crazy because he was 
so bad. Always after that Sam made him get into the buggy 
and just watch. Sitting on the front seat, holding the whip 
wasn't nearly so much fun as helping, but Sam wouldn't tell 
stories if he didn't mind. Boy liked Sam's stories about a 
horse named, "Black Beauty," and a dog called "Beautiful 
Joe," but they weren't half so good as the ones Uncle Dave 
could tell. 

Uncle Dave was at home from college. Next year he 
would be a senior, and after that, he would be going away 
out West to be an engineer. Boy didn't know what kind, 
but he had looked mighty sorry when Uncle Dave told him it 
wasn't the kind that ran engines. To Boy, there wasn't any 


body who could compare with Uncle Dave — not even Daddy. 
It had been Uncle Dave who taught him how to kick a football 
and who, the Christmas before, had given him a ball and bat 
and a glove just big enough for a little fellow. Uncle Dave 
enjoyed telling stories and talking to Boy as much as Boy 
liked to listen to him. 

Just a few days before. Boy remembered Uncle Dave 
had said, "Boy, which do you like best, brown eyes or gray?'' 

After thinking a long time. Boy had said, "Why, brown 
eyes is purtiest, but I'll take dray eyes. Which does you 
like best?" 

Uncle Dave didn't answer, but kept right on talking 
and asking questions about girls. Boy didn't know much 
about them, but he made them all look like Mother, and have 
curly hair and wear blue dresses, and know how to string beads 
like the kindergarten teacher. For some reason Boy's opinions 
suited Uncle Dave anyway. He told Boy he was a "brick," 
and then began telling a story. It was one Boy liked best 
and the one Uncle Dave always told when Boy had done some- 
thing that pleased him especially. It was about Uncle Dave's 
room at the University in a house where there were lots of 
boys, and all the boys made lots of noise and played tricks on 
each other, and stayed up as late as ten o'clock! And Uncle 
Dave's room had a barrel of apples in one corner, while the 
mixture of coal, collars, ties and paper was so thick over the 
floor that Boy couldn't have told what color the carpet 
was. On the walls were flags and canes and caps and 
big, ugly posters. The only things that weren't broken 
were two or three photographs and sometimes they even 
got dusted off with Uncle Dave's sleeve. Boy never did 
know who they were except that one was Grandma, and he 
always thought maybe one of the others was Etta, the house- 
girl. Etta was the only grown up young lady that Boy knew, 
but she was German and he couldn't see how Uncle Dave 
could like her. The mystery of the portraits had exacted 


great deal of speculation on Boy's part and some day he 
meant to solve it. 

Such a room, though, was Boy's ideal. Wliy, at home 
he had to stay right in the front yard so that he wouldn't 
get dirty, and when Mother took off his Buster Brown collar 
and big white ties, she always put them right in his drawer, 
the bottom one in the chiffonier, and every morning he had 
to have on a clean waist and have his shoes rubbed and rubbed. 

But besides telUng Boy this oft repeated story, Uncle 
Dave had promised to get him an express wagon. To get the 
wagon, and, perhaps, to go to the postofRce, was the reason 
Uncle Dave had gone to town. Boy felt lonesome. Grand- 
father and the hired man were plowing corn away off in the 
other corner of the farm, and Grandma and Etta were busy 
in the kitchen getting ready for the threshers, who were com- 
ing tomorrow. He had pestered Etta all the morning, slipping 
up behind her and untying her apron string. She hadn't 
minded much for awhile, but when she got up, with an apron 
full of string beans, and they had gone all over the floor, she 
had chased him out of the house, fairly hurling her terrific 
German epithets after him. Forgetting Etta, he had wandered 
back to worry Grandma with his never ending questions. 
With all patience she had stood it until he asked if cheese 
meant a lot of cheese, and "chee" just one piece. Then Grand- 
ma had told him that all the men, who were coming to-morrow 
to thresh, had to be fed, and she had a bushel of potatoes to peel, 
and he must run away and play. 

And so he had come out of doors again. Just now he 
was sitting under the windmill holding his face in his two chubby 
hands, listening to the wheel as it buzzed on top of the mill 
around and around. Boy knew if he stood up on the water- 
ing trough and pulled a lever down that the mill would pump. 
Uncle Dave had done it, so he thought he could. He almost 
fell into the trough, the sides were so covered with slippery 
green moss, but the lever came down and he got a drink. The 
wind was so strong Boy thought the wheel would fly right off 


and the water came faster and faster. Then he forgot all 
about it and ran off to the elevator, where he knew Sam was 
grinding corn. It was nearly dinner time when Boy said 
some thing about the mill. With one yell, Sam ran across 
the barnyard. Boy stumbling over all the corn cobs and sticks 
as he tried to keep up. He saw Sam fix the lever, and then 
run toward the pig pen which was in a low place back of the 
barn. When Boy got there, Sam had a rake and a pitchfork 
pulling pigs out of the water and mud. Boy saw at least a 
dozen snouts sticking above the water, and that was all. The 
pen was completely flooded. When the last pig was out, 
Sam began to dig a trench, telling him that big pipe led from 
the watering trough to the pig pen and some one had left the 
water turned into the pipe. Sam said he was glad though, 
because if the water hadn't gone off in the pipe the trough 
would have overflowed and the water would have flooded 
Grandma's vegetable garden and washed out all the beans and 
lettuce and onions. 

After dinner Boy waited and watched for Uncle Dave. 
At last there was nothing left to do but go to the barn and 
chase the chickens. He chased one right into the hen house 
and all the hens squawked and squawked and flew in every 
direction. When he saw Grandma coming he ran. It was 
hot running, but it was more fun than sleeping and that was, 
he knew, what Grandma would make him do if she found him. 
Boy reached the end of the lane just as a mover's wagon, with 
a dozen dirty, inquiring heads poked out, came along the 
main road. He had heard of such thngs, but had never seen 
anything half so interesting and when the man asked him to 
ride, he got in gleefully. They weren't very clean, but he had 
heard Mother say that one did get so dirty traveling, so he 
thought they were excused. They were going toward town, 
too, and Boy knew what he'd do, he'd go to see Jerry and 
Allen, then go down town and hunt for Uncle Dave, an 
they would go home together. He wondered if Uncle Dave 
had forgotten the express wagon. It was not long before he 


spied Grandpa's buggy coming down the dusty road — and, 
yes, there was Uncle Dave. And Uncle Dave was reading a 
letter and just smiling, and once — but Boy was not sure about 
it. The woman in the wagon told Boy to sit right still, but 
just as they passed, Boy yelled, "Uncle Dave, did you get the 
express wagon?" Uncle Dave heard, and although he knew 
better, he thanked them for picking up the "lost child." as the 
woman had spoken of Boy. 

When they got home. Boy couldn't understand why Grand- 
ma kissed him so. It was nearly supper time, and he knew 
she was still busy, but she stayed with him in the sitting room 
and told him the names of all the subonnet -girls and read the 
verses about each one. After supper, Grandma put him to 
bed and just as he was going to sleep, — perhaps, though, he 
dreamed it — Uncle Dave came into the room and kissed him, 
then whispered in his ear, "yes, brown eyes is purtiest, but 
I'll take dray eyes for mine too." 

Grace Wilma Hoover. 



I The Mil Isaps Collegian § 

X Vol. 10. Jackson, Miss., February 1908. No. 5. ^ 

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College. 

C. Hascal Kirkland Editor-in-Chief 

J. C. RoussEAux Associate Editor 

Thos. L. Bailey Local Editor 

Bessie Huddleston Literary Editor 

Jeff Collins Alumni Editor 

W. A. Welch Y. M. C. A. Editor 

W. F. MuRRAH Business Manager 

R. J. MuLLiNS, W. p. Moore Assistant Business Managers 

Remittances and business communications should by sent to W. F. 

MuRRAH, Business Manager; Matter intended for publication 

should be sent to C. H. Kirkland, Editor-in-Chief. 


Subscription, Per Annum, $1.00. Two copies, Per Annum, $1.50. 


In no phase of College activity has there 
THE been greater achievement than in the or- 

GLEE CLUB ganization and development of a Glee 

Club. At the beginning of the session 
there was no nucleus around which to form such a club, 
rather a positive attitude of "sour grapes" toward such an 
undertakng on account of the miserable failure of last year's 


plans. But undismayed by the gloomy situation Prof. Moore 
began the movement with that air of confidence that brings 
success. It is needless to say that he turned defeat into vic- 
tory, and we think it altogether fitting that the members of 
the Club unanimously give him the praise for the pleasure 
it has afforded them. It is due to the credit of his diligence, 
patience, and genius that he succeeded under such disad- 
vantages in organizing and training a Club that the pubhc 
pronounces the equal of the best lyceum attractions. 

Following the first half -session examinations, the Club 
spent a week in the northern part of the State. On this trip 
Macon, I. I. & C, Grenada College and Carrollton were in- 
cluded. At each concert much enthusiasm was manifested 
and expressions of hope for another appearance were hb- 
erally given. 

One event that will long endure in the memories of the 
boys, was the great way in which their efforts were received 
at Columbus. It was inspiring to see the faces in such an 
audience, and to hear the delightful applause from the num- 
berless dainty hands, as they cheered number after number. 
It is the universal decree of the members of the Club that 
no improvement could be made in the manner of showing 
appreciation and thereby contributing largely to the success of 
the evening. Neither do the boys fail to mention the gener- 
osity of Prof. Whitfield in suspending the regulations so that 
the girls could "see their friends" — a thing of greater interest 
to their "Friends" than any other whatsoever. 

At Grenada not only were the funny features and other 
numbers given full measure of appreciation, but our "sisters" 
remembered that the songsters were like other boys, and 
the "Chafing Dish Clubs" had arranged a reception for them. 
In the reception hall the color scheme was skillfully executed ; 
the punch bowl was kept overflowing, while dainty "Carnations 
in ice" were served, and each "Canary" went away with a 
beautiful carnation on the lapel of his coat. Sweet are the 
memories of an evening spent in mirth and song among such 


a choice company of the fairest of the fair. So captivating 
were these Uving beauties and so delightful were Prof, and 
Mrs. Clifton that our Seniors declare that their post graduate 
work will be done at Grenada College. 

At Carrollton, the Club was given a dinner by Mr. Nor- 
quist's mother that crowned her with the lasting love of the 
troupe of College boys, and did honor to that historic old town 
of aristocratic tradition. After the concert, Miss Louise 
Bingham furnished delightful entertainment at a Chafing 
Dish Party, where an evening of rare pleasure was enjoyed. 
The jolly revelry continued into the "wee, sma' " hours of 
the morn, when the happy but wearied boys retired to their 
downy beds, under the magic spell of Orpheus, to dream of 

"Sweet music that softer on the spirit lies 
Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes — " 

until transformed by the power of Morpheus, they softly sank 
into a dreamless sleep, and awoke in the morning with faces 
toward home. 

Much as was the pleasure of the Club on this trip, there 
is yet another phase of greater importance to the College at 
large. One of our greatest needs is adequate advertising, 
and no scheme will be made more fruitful in making the College 
known than such trips by the Glee Club. It is evident that 
a successful concert by College boys will turn more promising 
young men toward Millsaps than a number of cut and dried 
speeches by men with an air of learning. Many choice fellows 
have been turned away from our College for fear of the old 
idea that we are a tame set of fellows who are denied thepriv- 
ilege of having enterprises of our own. This is a fallacy that 
is well known by those intimately acquainted with our cam- 
pus, for we really have more things controlled by the students 
without faculty interference, than any Institution in our knowl- 
edge. But the average young student contemplating a college 
course, does not know this, and when he sees the great college 
spirit manifested by other colleges, at inter-collegiate athletic 
contests, why should he not go elsewhere when he never hears 


a word of anything that Millsaps men are doing. Classic 
speeches are indispensable, but our weak point is not that we 
have no reputation for training men along this line. So, let 
the old plan continue with undiminished zeal, and supplement 
it by a little work along the line of the Glee Club, and see 
what it will do for the good of the College. 

Then if the Glee Club will contribute to the needs of the 
College, it deserves the hearty support of both faculty and 
the student body. 

We think the support given by the students in this Col- 
lege activity is a happy sign, and we are pleased to have The 
Collegian voice their sentiment. We are willing to com- 
mit ourselves to this sentiment, and hope that such a spirit 
may continue. By way of suggestion we think it worthy of 
the Alumni and friends of the College to contribute a share 
in making this new instrument count heavily in favor of the 

It is occasionally remarked that College 
A FAULT Spirit at Millsaps is at too low an ebb. 

AND Doubtless this is the case; at any rate when 

ITS CAUSE. we intelligently consider our present con- 
ditions, what can we expect other than a 
manifestation of a lack of general enthusiasm. Quite fre- 
quently we hear some one urge that we show more College 
Spirit, as though it were an element gushing forth from an 
inexhaustible fountain from which each individual might drink 
his daily fill. Why not arise amid the gloom of a bleak De- 
cember morn and inquire why the birds are not singing, or 
why the bees have ceased to hum? 

There are two essentials to College enthusiasm: first, 
whatever is done must be interesting; second, there must 
be a variety of attraction. Then before we expect our men 
to show forth enthusiasm, let us see that we are not trying 
to violate a psychological law. If our College has not those 
interests that appeal to the average College boy, it is useless 


to try to pump our men full of "dry air" and convince ourselves 
that it is College Spirit. 

Along some lines Millsaps has a record second to none; 
in other lines, she has no record. The State Oratorical Con- 
test affords some opportunity for the awakening of College 
Spirit, but it is indeed a little factor when seen from the view 
point of other Colleges. Perhaps the most exciting day for 
the Colleges of Mississippi is the day set apart for the Oratori- 
cal Contest, yet it can not be denied that other features of 
the day invariably bring forth greater demonstrations; and 
in these Millsaps is neither seen nor heard. What then, 
must our boys do? Are we expected to boil over with College 
Spirit when the other Colleges of the State have men con- 
testing on the athletic field and we are denied the privilege? 
The answer is obvious. While Millsaps poses as one of the 
foremost institutions of the State and allows her name to 
be drowned out on the athletic field beneath the applause of 
other institutions, we have naught of which to boast, for on 
this College Day our colors are furled. 

On Thanksgiving we meet the same fate. It is natural 
that we should not witness the games as the ordinary person, 
for we are College boys, and are susceptible to those sentiments 
that prompt a College man to yell exclusively for his Alma 
Mater. So with our Alma Mater "down and out" we cannot 
stand in the position of the typical College man on the one 
hand, nor can we afford to deny our identity on the other. 
The result is that we are placed in a peculiarly awkward and 
unnatural position. 

To such conditions, then, do we attribute this lack of 
College Spirit; and if we are expected to show more enthusi- 
asm, attention must first be given to our athletic interests, 
thereby developing those conditions conducive to the growth 
of College Spirit. 

J. L. S. 



In the withdrawal from College of Mr. 
CHANGE Brown, the editor of the Y. M. C. A. De- 

IN STAFF. partment, The Collegian has lost a val- 

uable man, the Y. M. C. A. a powerful 
worker, and the College, one of her best students. We are 
sorry for such unavoidable circumstances, and hope he will 
return next year to complete his course. While we regret 
to lose one of our staff, we gladly welcome the appointment 
of Mr. W. A. Welch, whose interest in the Y. M. C. A. is in- 
tense, and in whose hands the Department will be ably cared for 


T. L. BAILEY, Editor. ^ 

NOTE. — The Editor would gratefully appreciate anything of interest 
so please don't hesitate to report the news to him. 

Who's your Valentine? 

It is reported that the dreaded epidemic. Spring- 
fever, has made its appearance on the Campus! 

If you "busted" don't be discouraged. There's still 
another chance. 

Dr. Swartz has added much to the beauty of his home 
by having his lawn graded. 

Dr. Kern (to Soph. English Class) — Did any of you ever 
read Scott? 

Soph. — Yes, sir: I've read his "emulsion." 

Among the recent visitors to the Campus were Messrs. 
J. R. Bingham, Oscar Backstrom, R. H. Ruff, J. W. Frost, 
J. A. Baker, L. K. Carlton, and F. F. Flynt. 


Messrs. Mohler and C. J. Sharbroiigh have the sympathy 
of the entire student body in their recent trouble. "She went 
back on 'em." 

Dr. Murrah has been in Washington for several days past 
in attendance upon College duties. 

The "Glee Club" is just back from a rather extensive 
tour of the State. They gave entertainments at Macon, 
Columbus, Grenada, and Carrollton. They were received with 
great enthusiasm at all places and were recipients of many 
social attentions. 

Vernon Bryan can always be depended upon to find the 
"heroess" of a play. 

It has been said that "In the springtime the young man's 
fancy hghtly turns to thoughts of love." This is only par- 
tially true of Millsaps students. They have hardly had time 
to do anything save think and plan for the coming base ball 
season. They have already scraped their diamond and made 
other necessary arrangements, and at the earliest moment 
will begin on a series of class games. Millsaps is going to 
have inter-collegiate base ball, and she's going to win! 

Evidently some great singers will come from the Junior 

Mr. Caveny gave his chalk lecture on Feb. 11th, and it 
was indeed a rare treat. Those who were present will not 
forget the entertainment soon. The pubHc is grateful to 
Mr. Witt for "citin' " them. 

Dr. Swartz (to Freshman) — Will you give the principal 
parts of the verb "Riddeo?" 

Fresh. — Rideo, Riddere, Rufi, Rastus. 

Rev. Mr. Savage spent several days on the Campus during 
the latter part of January. He is a jovial gentleman, and his 
many friends among the students will be glad to see him at 
any time. 


Before long we will be called upon to go to the State 
contest to receive a certain gold medal, which there awaits us. 
In iew of the fact that it is an occasion for great rejoicing, we 
would suggest that the students begin to make preparation 
for a proper celebration of this great event. As all know, the 
way in which to show our College spirit is by yells, etc. So 
let's begin work early. Let's get some good yells, elect a 
leader, and prepare to make it eminently plain to all that 
Milsaps is there. Get busy and compose a yell and turn it 
in to the editor of this Department and it will be turned over to 
a Committee who will pass upon its merit. This means You ; 
not the other fellow. 

V. The Kappa Alphas entertained very delightfully at a 
chafing dish party recently ] 

The Galloways have elected the following officers for the 
ensuing term: President, David Thomas Ruff; Vice President, 
W. A. Welch; Corresponding Secretary, Neill; -Recording Sec- 
retary, Henderson; Treasurer, A. C. Anderson. 

Townsend has spent much time since Christmas trying 
to decide whether he got "the right kind of text book "in 

"Brer" goat held forth a few nights ago, and as a result of 
his reign: Messrs. R. R. Norquist, T. L. Evans, S. L. Hurvey, 
R. B. Smith, H. G. Butler, Longstreet Cavett, A. M. Nelson, Jr., 
J. H. and C. A. Galloway, W. B. Lewis, and H. E. Hill are Kappa 
Sigmas; Rip Peebles, L. Addington, R. Berry, Ed Hays, and A. 
C. Jones, Kappa Alphas; Crisler, R. B. Alexander, L. Reed 
and T. W. Lewis, Jr., are Pi Kappa Alphas. 

We would not have our readers forget that the Millsaps 
Law Department is progressing very nicely. One member 
is in the Legislature, and another. Sergeant -at -Arms of the 
Senate. While the others do not hold official positions, it is 
safe to say that they are doing some effective "lobbying" 
and are of great assistance in bringing about good legislation. 


Judge Whitfield, of the Law Department, has recently 
returned from Washington. "Teddy" showed him a good 
deal of attention while there, and it is safe to predict that if 
the proposed new district is created. Judge MTiitfield, if he 
desires, may become a Federal Judge. 

The members of Mr. S. U. Zung's class are very jealous of 
him. They are of the opinion that he is receiving more than 
his share of "leap year propositions." 

The students will ever be grateful to Mrs. Lewis and Mr* 
L. M. Jones for their kindness to the sick ones of our number. 
Had it not been for the nice eatables fixed by Mrs. Lewis and 
the constant devotion of Mr. Jones as a nurse it is impossi- 
ble to see how we would have pulled through the recent "siege" 
of the measles. 

Dr. and Mrs. Walmsley entertained the Seniors on the 
night of Feb. 14th. It was a most enjoyable affair, and its 
memory will long linger with those present. Dr. and Mrs. 
Walmsley are ideal hosts, and it is such Virginians as they 
who hold aloft the reputation of the grand "Old Dominion." 


'Tis a rare pleasure to lend a pony to a friend, 
And have him enjoy it and ride it; 
But it is a pleasure so rare, 
(Almost unknown I swear) 
To have him with promptness return it. 

The new initiates of the Kappa Sigma Fraternity enter- 
tained the old members at a very delightful banquet recently. 
Judging from the laughter and music, the new ones must be 
royal hosts. 






A recent publication that is of interest to college students 
of Mississippi is "Orators and Orations", edited under the 
auspices of the Mississippi Inter-collegiate Oratorical Asso- 
ciation, by Mr. Marvin Summers Pittman. Mr. Pittman 
is a graduate of Millsaps College, and many students who yet 
linger within her walls remember him as a leader of College 
men, interested in all College affairs. The Association has 
done well in appointing him editor of the first volume of "Orators 
and Orations", for to the task he has brought the same en- 
thusiasm which characterized his College work — an enthusi- 
asm which must have been needed in the work of collecting 
the scattered material of this first volume. 

It is the purpose of the Association to publish every ten 
years a volume containing the history of the Association cov- 
ering that period, with also a short account of each annual 
contest and the orations delivered there, and a sketch of the 
authors of the orations, the representatives of the various 
Colleges of the Association. Obviously, the first vokune is 
the most difficult to produce, since there was during the first 
few years of the Association's fife, no one authorized to pre- 
serve the orations delivered at the contests; even the names 
of the orations were lost, and only the names of the speakers 
were to be obtained. With due allowance made for this state 
of affairs, thf; appearance of "Orators and Orations" for the 
period of 1896-1 9( '7 is a credit to its editor and business 
manager, to the young men of whose work it is chiefly com- 
posed, and to the Mississippi Inter-collegiate Oratorical 



In a recent number of The Collegian appeared a notice 
of a book, "Ann Boyd," by Will N. Harben. It is perhaps 
not a good policy to give too much of our limited space to a 
single author, but a more recent book by the same popular 
Georgian writer, is, we think, worthy of some mention. This 
is "Mam' Linda," and is important because of its new manner 
of treating the negro problem of the South. 

The plot of the book is laid in North Georgia, in the typical 
little town of Darley, where aristocrats of the old regime 
dwell along with the liberated blacks, and where the ignorant 
and excitable mountaineers do their marketing. The issue 
of the story is the candidacy for the State Legislature of Carson 
Dwight, a descendant of a line of slave-holders, and his oppo- 
nent, Wiggin, of the "po' white trash" stripe. Wiggin is de- 
termined to win the place at any cost. Dwight ruins his 
political chances at every turn by refusing to compromise his 
principles. A White Cap raid upon the negroes of Darley, 
and the severe whipping of Pete, a worthless son of an ex- 
slave, causes Dwight 's indignation to rise high, and his hot 
words against the men of Wiggin's side endanger not only 
his canvass, but his own life, by giving Wiggin the means of 
stirring up the reckless mountaineers against his opponent. 
At the earnest request of Mam' Linda, Pete's mother, Dwight 
sends Pete to his farm in the country, to try the hard work 
cure for keeping bad company and for a disposition to talk too 
much. Soon after his arrival here, one of the suspected White 
Caps and his wife are murdered in cold blood, and Pete is 
suspected of the crime. A mob is organized, and for three days 
the poor negro is himted like a wild beast by the frenzied neigh- 
bors of the murdered man, who think their duty is to hang 
the negro without delay. Carson Dwight believes the boy 
innocent and joins ihe mob as they trash the mountains in 
their search, but his plea for a trial by law only angers the 
enraged men. 


Pete escapes to Darley, the mob in close pursuit, and 
reaches Dwight's house just as he is overtaken. Here Dwight's 
eloquence and his fearlessness in a speech to the mob help 
him to quiet the angry men, and they allow him to put Pete 
in jail for trial. 

But the danger is not over. Wiggin arouses the moun- 
tain people again and it becomes necessary for Dwight and a 
band of his particular friends to save Pete's neck by fore- 
stalling the mob at the jail and removing the negro to a cellar, 
pretending to have lynched him. The trick leaks out, after 
the real murderer has been found out, has confessed to the 
crime, and been shot to pieces; and the angry people rise again, 
against Carson Dwight as well as Pete. The two start for 
Chattanooga through the country, fall into the hands of the 
mob, and after a highly improbable scene, are allowed to con- 
tinue their journey. Things quiet down, and soon after 
Dwight's return to Darley it becomes safe for Pete to go home 
to Mam' Linda. The people begin to see that Carson Dwight's 
views are right and that he is to be trusted, and after one more 
difficulty, the shooting of Dan Willis, Wiggin's tool, in self 
defense, Dwight is elected by a great majority. 

There is a love story, of course, the hero worshipping 
Helen Warren, the belle of Darley, and finally winning her; 
but this is the subordinate part of the novel. There are many 
defects in the story. The scenes of Dwight's overcoming, 
single-handed, the mob before his home, and again on the 
lonely road to Chattanooga, are quite melodramatic, and 
some of the characters are overdrawn. There may be such a 
man as Carson Dwight's law partner, Billy Garner, but the 
virtues of both Carson and Helen are exaggerated. There are 
defects in the negro dialect, and other marks which seem to 
indicate that the book was hastily written; but the view taken 
of the race question, while it is a veiw that is shared by a great 
many of the best class of Southern people, is distinctly original 
in this class of books. 





M ^*^ 

It is alway a source of great interest for college students 
to watch the varied success of the Alumni of their college. 
This information when it reveals that great things are being 
done, and large salaries are being received by the Alumni, 
becomes a means of exciting renewed enthusiasm in college 
work, and a feeling of interest and anxiety in those who are 
making such observations. Then it is that they, who are 
studying the Alumni not only from the standpoint of their 
success in obtaining large remuneration for their work, but 
from the point of view of their real success in that work, meas- 
ured by the good they are doing and the kind of sentiment 
they are moulding, begin to determine what their own Ufe 
work shall be. The wide-awake college man is going to be 
greatly influenced by that work which has, when everything 
is considered, the greatest men. It is a starthng fact that 
the Alumni who are most recent from the walls of an Insti- 
tution have a greater influence in determining what the de- 
cision of the average college man shall be in regard to his pro- 
fession for life, than the more previous graduate. Hence, 
the success of the Alumni in their work has a great deal to do 
in shaping the future occupations of the post-college man. 

When we examine the record of some of the class of 1907, 
we are influenced in various ways and think that they, too, 
while in college, were influenced by many things. For in- 
stance, when we study a man like James R. Bright from a 
standpoint both of his profession and salary, we cannot help 
being inspired to preach on Sundays and teach the rest of 
the time. "Jim Bob," who is at Hemingway, Miss., is put- 
ting in double time, acting as teacher and preacher. For 
this dual service he receives the handsome salary of $1,300.00. 



We can say for "Jim Bob", what we might say for all the rest 
of the class of 1907, if one were not a woman, that they are 
all worthy men. 

Several of the class of 1907, all of whom have made glow- 
ing reports of their success, have been visitors of the College 
this month. Each of them seems to think that his position 
is superior to that of any of his class mates. Those of the 
class of 1907 who visited us this month were: Jack Frost, 
a dnmimer; John Carlton, an assistant court clerk; Red Neill 
a professor; Oscar Backstrom, a county superintendent; James 
McKee, a minister; and Miss Susie Ridgeway, a teacher in 
the Jackson Graded Schools. We would be glad to record in 
the early future the visits of Messrs. Applewhite, Berry, Bullock, 
Locke, Osborne, Pearce, Rogers, Terrill, Weems, and Williams, 
all of whom were of the class of 1907. It is too early for the 
class of 1907 to forget us. 

Among the Alumni who visited us this month were Messrs. 
McGilvray, Joe Baker, T. M. Bradley, and Sam Graham. 

We were indeed glad to see these old friends and know 
that they still had a friendly feeling toward their Alma Mater. 
During this month we hope to see more of our Alumni on the 
campus. Gentlemen, it not only inspires us for you to visit 
us, but it renews in you the consciousness of your duty to 
dear old Millsaps. 

Jeff Collins. 


J. C. ROXJSSEAUX, Editor. 

The serious business of criticism involves much the same 
danger as that which threatened the men of classic myth — 
ever rolling stones up hill and ever in danger of having those 
self-same boulders roll back and crush them to death. The 


only way apparent to prevent the death of the toiler is for 
him to keep on toiling. Let him make sure of his footing, 
be sure of the ground upon which he stands in his criti- 
cisms, and while others may occasionally throw teasing stones 
at him, let him take no heed but keep on rolling. If they 
stop too long to hurl criticisms, their own burdens may roll 
back upon them. After all, that is the sting of criticism: 
if the critic take too much note of others he may be lacking 
in himself. It would indeed be taking a beam from our 
brother's eye, were we to make a criticism, of which we our- 
selves were guilty. 

And there is another sense in which the work of a critic of 
college magazines is in danger: the same in which one would 
be were he to combat with the giant of the mountain, the 
stone of whose sling is the rounded mountain top, while that 
of the man is but the pebble from the brook. How apparent 
the danger to one so small in resources arrayed against one 
so large in equipment! Shall the exchange editor of a small 
college magazine express his honest opinion regarding the out- 
put of a great university? It would seem queer, indeed, but 
why not let individuality count for something, no matter how 
small the individual? It takes just as much skill for the man 
with the pebble in his sling to aim correctly at Goliath's fore- 
head, as it would for Goliath with a larger weapon to endanger 
Mega-Goliath. If a college is small should its magazine fail 
to be recognized because the institution is young? Not ac- 
cording to a fraternal policy. We who are small colleges 
should take courage, for it is not numbers that count, but it 
is the stuff the numbers are made of. Why could not the 
three hundred men of all the small colleges be men of the 
stamp of Gideon's three hundred? 

And why this preamble? In truth it is 

UNIVERSITY because we have just laid upon our table a 

OF VIRGINIA rather thick magazine, bound exquisitely in 

MAGAZINE white and printed neatly and simply in black. 

It comes from the greatest University in the 

South — indeed, compared with us, a giant — a great, big, worldly 


giant, whose chief characteristic is to use giant words, publish 
mysterious, esoteric originalities, and to sit by the fire, dream, 
think, and smoke the merschaum. We think every man at the 
University of Virginia has a pipe to smoke: there is always, in 
that native country of the weed, an atmosphere of smoke.The is- 
sue for January is certainly a delightful one. We like the strength 
and clearness of its editorials, and agree with the editor that 
he has made something unique of his magazine. The careful 
criticisms and the original and suggestive policy of the exchange 
editor are timely, that our publications should contain articles 
on contemporaries or those active and thoughtful persons 
who have recently died. 

The most inexplicable composition is "Brink o' Dawn III.' 
Containing the most queer allusions and the most far-fetched 
descriptions it indeed fulfills the purpose of mysticism and 
with its tremendous words gives an air of great learning. 
Underneath the surface, and winding its way through the 
various conversations, is a love story. In the second part of 
chapter III the episode of the heifer and the consternation 
of summer are quite amusing, but it evidently does not work 
out to the satisfaction of St. John. The story is collegian, and 
the use of the dairy that one college chum makes for his friend 
is very odd. The idea of one man writing another's diary I 
The campus scenes are very well portrayed. We shall look 
for a continuation of this queer, thought-requiring style: it 
is odd and esoteric, yet it is original and meritorious. 

The best story in the issue is "The Ultimate Atom," a 
pseudo -scientific tale of charm and all-absorbing interest to 
the end. Of tremendous power is the description of the music; 
there is no doubt about the strength and literary value of this 
use of words. "Poetry — Like Olives" is a very amusing 
study in those who like and dislike poetry; the humorous 
situations and the grim humor of Mr. Holton are appreciated. 
"Vanitas Vanitum" is an interesting study in the insecurity 
of life and the gloom of the future. It is fairly good verse, 
though it contains one coarse reference. "Caster of Pearls'* 


is an odd poem the central thought of whose three stanzas 
is "Do not give your love to him who craves no paradise but 
to kiss you, because as the echo dies out, so will his trust die 
out and some other girl will be hanging about his neck." The 
best poem is "The Great Galleys" — the subject is poetical, 
there is a mastery of language, and at the end there is an awe 
and a majesty produced by the ever poetical subject — the sea. 

It is a neat appearance that is presented by 
THE "The Tattler." Possibly the only objection we 

TATLER have with the printing is that each composition 
seems to be separated from the others by at 
least half an empty page. This fault of the printer corrected 
would result in a fuller effect to the page. We should like to 
see stronger editorials from so important an institution. 
The editor-in-chief of a college paper should do more than ex- 
tend New Year greetings, and mention the senior parlor or 
unusual attendance — but he should discuss vital, up-to-date 

The issue contains two serious articles — one a comparison 
of institutions, and the other a strong presentation of education 
for women. While the "Hermit of Chesterhaven" is a mystical 
and interesting production, yet surpassing it is "Waiting" — 
the end of which is tragic and all resulting from an intention- 
ally innocent, meaningless quarrel. "To My Clock" is a good 
attempt at rhjme though a battered, noisy alarm clock is 
not a poetical subject. The ryhthm is good, but there is no 
emotion. "A Dream" is a charming little poem, containing 
fine color and the poetical atmosphere — the moonlight, the 
silvered water, the silken sail, the mermaid, the soft, summer 
wind. The letter to Tattler contains some charming humor. 

Tam Alii Nos Vident. 

The November issue of "The Millsaps Collegian" is very 
good. It contains two articles that are especially interesting, 
"A Concealed Weapon" and "Father's Ghost Story." — Missis- 
sippi College Magazine. 


"The Sin that Blessed" in the Millsaps Collegian for Oc- 
tober gives a good insight into the character of John Wychffe 
and furnishes an interesting story for its readers. A valuable 
lesson may be learned from "The Result of an Evil Association" 
as well as from the above-named article. The editorials are 
good. — The Spectator. 

Our expectations of this, the second issue of "The Millsaps 
Collegian," warranted by the quality of its first, have been 
more than realized and we find this issue above the average. 
"Land of the Sunset" gives an interesting and prophetic ex- 
pression of the great golden West of the past, the present, 
and the future. "A Father's Ghost Story," though it occa- 
sions some doubt, is highly imaginative. "To — "is a poem 
which gets beneath the mere surface and is a beautiful and 
touching tribute to the depth and height of friendship in its 
purest type. This journal is well in keeping with the evidenc- 
ing sphere of Millsaps' advancing improvement. Both, the 
institution and its organ, have their eyes noticeably toward the 
the future. — Review and Bulletin. 

We are the happy recipients of "The Campus," "Missis- 
sippi College Magazine," "Kansas City Veterinary Quarterly," 
"Ouachita Ripples," "Emory Phoenix," "Review and Bulle- 
tin," "Baylor Literary," "Hendrix College Mirror," "College 
Reflector," "University of Mississippi Magazine," "Columbia 
Collegian," "The Gibsonian," "Randolph -Macon Monthly," 
"The Eatonian," "The Concept," "The Spectator," "Uni- 
versity of Virginia Magazine," "Mansfield Collegian," "The 

Wasn't the Girl's Fault. 

Excited Lady (at the telephone) — I want my husband, 
please, at once. 

Telephone Girl (from the Exchange) — Number, please? 

Excited Lady (snappishly) — How many do you think I've 
got, you impudent thing? — Human Life. 



A Parody. 

Twinkle, twinkle, as a star, 
How I wonder what you are — 
Hidden snugly in the grass, 
Tiny, shiny little mass. 

Thou art not a burning coal, 
Nor art thou a piece of gold; 
Art thou, then, a fallen star. 
Shedding Hght both near and far? 

Why! when I come near to thee 
In the grass beneath the tree, 
I am blinded by the glare 
From a lock of Maxey's hair! 
—J. C. H. 

"No," said Mr. Amis, "I never associate with any of my 
inferiors, do you?" 

Elizabeth — "Really, I can't say, I don't think I ever met 
any of your inferiors." 

Rush, R. C: — You are the breath of my life. 
She — Suppose you hold your breath for awhile. 

Lawyer — Was the prisoner in the habit of talking to hirh- 
self, while being alone? 

Pat — Sure, I can't say, for I was never with him when 
he was alone. — Exchange. 




W. A. WELCH Editor. 


During the last two decades there has been a wonderful 
development of college spirit and fellowship between college 
men throughout the colleges and universities of America. 
Many causes have contributed to these changes, but chief of all 
is probably the growth of the Young Men's Christian Associ- 
ation which has brought together not only the students of 
America, but those of the whole world, in the study and so- 
lution of the great religious problems that confront student life. 

Among the chief phases of this movement is the training 
for Christian work given to college men in the summer and 
winter conferences. The first of these Conferences was es- 
tablished at Northfield, Mass., about 1888. There two hun- 
dred and fifty-one men met and studied the Bible, and the 
problem of Missions, and discussed methods and plans for 
Christian work in College. During the lapse of twenty years 
the number of such conferences has increased to seven, dis- 
tributed over the whole country and enrolling each year over 
two thousand of the choicest fellows in college. These men 
devote ten days to careful study and are given the best in- 
struction as to how college problems must be handled, and 
are inspired to go back among their fellow students and 
transmit to them the higher ideal. 

We now have two such Conferences held in the South 
each year, one at Ashville, N. C, during the summer vacation, 
and the other at Ruston, La., during the Christmas hoHdays. 
The latter met on December the 27th, 1907,and closed January 
the 5th. There were in all about one hundred and ten men 
in attendance from the various institutions of higher learning 


in the Southwest. We are glad to know that our own College 
has recognized the importance of such a Conference, as is man- 
ifested by her interest in the ten delegates she had there this 
year — this being the largest delegation sent up by any single 

To begin with, we would say that while the athletic phase 
of the Conference j was by no means the greatest, yet 
it takes its place among the role of events Those 
in authority realize that in order to obtain the best 
results we must carefully look after our phisical development. 
Accordingly, each afternoon was devoted to athletics. Foot- 
ball naturally attracted most attention, as there were several 
games played between the delegates of different States. The 
hardest fought and most ideal games were those waged between 
Arkansas and Texas, and Mississippi and Texas. In the latter, 
neither side scored. In these contests, as well as in basket-ball, 
and others, we saw, there pervaded through the whole a spirit 
of clean athletics among the Association men. 

The program for the Conference hours was very compre- 
hensive. During one hour each day part of the men devoted 
their time to Bible study under the leadership of expert Bible 
students, while the other divisions met and under the direction 
of experienced men they were shown the magnitude of Mission 
work. During the next hour the entire body met and discussed 
rn an informal but well conducted conference, the various 
problems of Association work. At these conferences all the 
institutions were urged to present the difficult problems pe- 
culiar to their own locality. In this way we came to know that 
other men are battling along the same lines with us and we 
learned also their methods of warfare which are of immense 
value to us. 

The body was divided during another hour into several 
groups, and each group pursued a different course. One 
gave itself to the study of the need of preparation for mis- 
sionary candidates. At such meetings many saw the first 
gUmpse of a greater calling. Another group devoted its time 


to the study of "Personal Evangelism." In this the need of 
personal work was shown to be of the very greatest importance. 
Still another division, the Ministerial Institute, discussed during 
the same hour, the problems that pertain to their particular 

Two hours each day were given over to Inspirational and 
Life Work addresses. Appeals were made that seemed to 
come direct from God; from addresses these inspiration was 
received and hearts were fixed on purposes which will mean 
much to themen who attended. It was there that many saw 
the call, the qualification, the need, to do Christian work. Such 
addresses as those delivered by Dr. Zwamer on "Costof Lead- 
ership," Dr. McMillan, on "Crumbling Character," Mr. Hobbs, 
on "The Association," and Mr. Weatherford, on "Social Im- 
purities," and others, were enough to cause any man to reahze 
the reality and importance of Christian service. 

Such Conferences have been rightly called "Seasons of 
Life Work Decisions." There are hundreds, yes, thousands, 
who look back on such Conferences as a land mark in their lives; 
as a time when they decided to go into real fife and service for 
God. No College man who has the opportunity to do so, 
should ever let one of these Conferences pass without attend- 
ing. It is at such gatherings that we come to know the real 
feeling and true meaning expressed in "Blest be the Tie that 


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In this day of activity, when man vies with man to reach 
the highest success, no more significant enterprise can be found 
than the missionary movement. The people of all nations 
have their interest at stake in some particular undertaking. 
While Russia builds up her shattered forces, Japan promotes 
her school system and the United States builds the Panama 
Canal. But the voice of the mighty urging the world-wide spread 
of Christianity is heard from all the nations. Not only is 
the missionary question important because the leading cit- 
izens of the nations are devoted to it, but because of the wide- 
spread attention given it by the students of the colleges, the 
future directors of the world. In no other period of mission 
history has this great cause excited so much study as in the 
latter part of the nineteenth century and .this the open- 
ing of the twentieth century of Christendom. The past few 
months have witnessed a startling fact. In Yale Univer- 
sity to the already wide range of studies the adminis- 
tration has added a department known as "the theory 
and Practice of Foreign Missions," with the returned 
missionary and writer, Harlan P. Beach, as its 
Professor-elect. But even where the missionary study 
is not found in the college curriculum, the students 
have joined themselves together for its discussion. 
Twelve years ago among all the hundreds of North 
American colleges no more than a dozen classes were 
studying missions. But during the past year in 668 institu- 
tions of higher learning, 12,629 students were banded to- 


gether to systematical!}^ engage in the study of this world- 
wide movement. 

My purpose is not to trace the emotional side of the mis- 
sionary's life, not to treat of his miraculous success as an evangel 
commissioned by the Christ, and not even to tell of the millions 
whose lives have been transformed from blackest night to 
holiest light, but to speak in a simple way of the secidar value 
of the missionary. With energy far superior to any other 
class of ordinary people, and dominated by one great purpose, 
this man has become in industry a veritable model! A survey 
of literatiu-e reveals him penetrating and exploring land 
never known before his time, and discovering articles use- 
ful to the whole world. To consider how close a relation- 
ship the missionary sustains to the ambassador, and to 
show the results of that relationship is to demonstrate the 
value of the missionary beyond the hmits of his chosen calling. 

In the first place, consider him as a man of industry. 
Oft-times without tools and machines he has been compelled 
to invent them himself. A study of the career of Cyrus Hamlin 
reveals not only the ardor of the preacher, but the confidence 
of the promoter. Not only did this man, in his mission station 
in Constantinople administer to the spiritual needs of the 
Armenians, but in more ways than one he assisted them in 
their secular occupations. The bread that he gave was of 
two kinds. His bakery, which became so useful that with it 
he supplied an entire army with food, is one of the many things 
by which this great man will be remembered. Another 
thing that will be recalled in this connection is the famous 
workshop that gave employment to many of the needy. During 
the Crimean war a number of soldiers, wounded and destitute 
of clothing, were sent to the capital of Turkey, where no one 
could be found who would undertake to wash their clothing. 
Equal to every such exigency, Cyrus Hamlin, whom Bowdoin 
College today honors by keeping on exhibition the steam 
engine modeled by him while a student there, invented a 
washing machine. Six persons operating thirty such devices 
cleansed 3,000 articles in a day! When Mr. Hamlin had pro- 


posed his industrial ideas to tlie home base, his suggestions had 
been regarded as entirely too radical. But to such an extent 
was he of secular value that when the books were audited, 
the net proceeds of the various industries amounted to $25,000 
all of which went to the building of churches. 

But the missionary has also been useful as a doctor of 
medicine. Close observation has led to the behef that ad- 
ministering to the physical needs of a man opens a way of 
approach to the soul within him. In Formosa where the peo- 
ple were severely afflicted with malaria, the Canadian mis- 
sionary, MacKay, made use of his medical skill in treating 
the dread disease that had plagued the whole island. The 
outcome of this practice was the erection of a hospital, a 
God -send to the natives. In addition to this, it is a noteworthy 
fact that Mr. MacKay during his arduous career extracted 
40,000 teeth from malaria -stricken natives. Of vast signifi- 
cance is it, therefore, that of the student volunteers who go 
to foreign lands this year, a great many will sail as medical 

And then note the missionary as an explorer and a discov- 
erer. Plodding his weary feet o'er sandy wastes, and wend- 
ing his way through jungles of entangled vine, his garments 
and flesh torn by thorns and briars, the missionary, undaunted 
by the kiss of the serpent or the roar of the lion, but guided 
by the sole ideal of enlightening a dark race of superstitious 
savages, has thereby given to the world its greatest knowledge 
of the wonders of the earth. In order that we may clearly 
see how great has been the success of the missionary explorer, 
with him let us contrast the explorer of the American shores. 
The missionary goes not as a leader of a royal expedition, and 
accompanied by no one until he has formed the friendship 
of the natives. But the explorer of the old time was always 
supported by a band of soldiers. How great, then, in view of 
the solitary efforts of the missionary, have been his discov- 
eries! To gain a home for himself and glory for his earthly 
king — this was the purpose that dominated the first explorer 
of the American shores. By sheer physical force was the 


Indian driven from his home — the lands we hold today; and 
the glory of the earthly king passes away. On the other hand, 
the purpose of the missionary explorer is to make homes, not 
for himself, but for the natives; and to gain glory not for his 
earthly ruler, but for his Heavenly King. Day by day the 
natives are appreciating more and more the meaning of home 
and the glory of God is manifested. 

No better illustration can be found than in the eventful 
career of David Livingstone, undoubtedly the world's greatest 
missionary, and yet a man to whom we are all indebted for 
his explorations in Africa. Calm in the midst of a mob of 
howling savages, by the occult power within him, he subdues 
them to his will. With wonderful success he forms their 
friendship, and they take him into secluded valleys unknown 
to the civilized world. As time after time he visits new tribes 
and masters new dialects, with the one purpose of giving the 
light of Christianity to his dusky friends, in due compensation 
they draw aside the curtain of entangled vines, and vast 
regions of wealth and splendor meet his wondering eyes! 
After he has delivered the last message of the day, with the 
dust of travel still on his weary limbs, by the candle's dim light 
he traces the journey and records the discoveries of the day. 
Well might old England be proud of such a son! Right and 
laudable it is to perpetuate not only by a meager slab in West- 
minster Abbey, but in every Anglo-Saxon's affections, the 
name and fame of him who at the expense of his own brain 
and brawn hewed a way through central Africa! He pierced 
the heart of the Dark Giant Continent, and the rich life-blood 
of commerce began its flow to the nations. Let a monument 
strong as the study tree under which his stalwart heart lies 
buried, be erected to his greatness! 

Not only is the missionary an explorer of unknown lands,, 
but a discoverer of useful articles. Entangled in the jungles 
and wrapped around the huge trees of the Congo forest grew a 
vine destined to facilitate the manipulation of many useful 
machines. This vine, from which has sprung the rubber 
industry far-famed in commerce, was first discovered by a 


missionary. Once more a solitary man, wondering at the 
mysteries of nature, forces a way through the jungles along 
the Congo River until there comes under his observation a 
simple herb unknown to ihe world, but treasured as a remedy 
of priceless value by the African medicine man. Thus was 
discovered for the cure of asthma and hay-fever a remedy 
known to medical science as the Kola Compound. To the 
missionary again is the honor due; for the first information 
we have of this valuable medicine was given by the Rev. Mr. 
Conyers in a letter published in 1887 in a London weekly. 

Nor is this all. As a rule endowed with great intellectual 
power developed by hard work, and given that peculiar intui- 
tion to master the natives, the foreign missionary has been of 
inestimable value in his relations to the foreign official. This 
relationship has been mainly brought about by the practice 
of exterritorialty, which provides that all foreign residents of 
a non-Christian country be subject to the laws of the home 
land, and that the consular representative administer these 
laws. Sir Mortimer Dmand, for five and twenty years 
representative in Persia and recently British ambassador to 
the United States said: "I have found that in knowledge of 
the people, of their customs and feelings, the missionaries 
were, as a rule, far ahead of the officials, allowing the judicious 
missionary an opportunity to afford at times the most valuable 
aid to the official who will consult him." The idea of such 
a statement has really been accomplished; for, although toil- 
ing away his existence in the foreign land, the missionary 
has, nevertheless, been of value to the home land. 

In 1844 Hon. Caleb Cushing was sent from the United 
States to establish our first relation of diplomacy with China. 
After the matter was successfully completed, Mr. Cushing 
returned in honor and splendor and was applauded as a diplo- 
matist. But his enterprise would have been a failure, had 
it not been for the help rendered by Dr. Parker, a missionary 
doctor of medicine, and by Dr. Bridgeman, both Americans! 

Concerning matters in the far East the United States 
from the first has taken the lead. In 1852, when Commodore 


Perry sailed to Japan, the Empire cut off for so many centuries 
from the other nations, it was with the purpose of opening 
her ports to the trade of the world. Although backed by 
tribute from both Europe and America, Commodore Perry yet 
lacked one essential to his venture. To make the expedition 
a success the presence of an interpreter and adviser was im- 
perative. When again this opportunity of secular service 
comes to the humble missionary, Dr. Williams, a famous 
scholar and preacher, for a brief times leaves his work in Canton, 
and steams to the "Sunrise Kingdom". And, since it is a fact 
that the Commodore in his own narrative praises Dr. Williams 
as his main support, let us, in recalling the great success of 
that great leader's commission, also remember the incalculable 
value of the missionary! In 1858 Dr. Williams, who had now 
reached such great prominence in assisting the diplomatists, 
was again called upon for his advice by the American minister, 
who said, "I could not but for this aid have advanced in the 
discharge of my duties." These are but a few of the many 
instances where the success of the ambassador was made possi- 
ble only by the aid of the missionary. It seems to me that this 
service has been unparaleled ! The name of the missionary, 
side by side with that of the official, should be given a place 
among the leaders of his country. 

As a result of this relationship to the foreign official in 
concluding matters of diplomacy, it can be clearly seen that 
the missionary largely contributes to the world's progress 
towards universal peace. 

No matter how the comity of nations is to be successfully 
maintained, no matter how many treaties may be formed in 
the Hague conferences, the question of world-wide peace 
depends not upon restrictions and conventionalities, but upon 
the good will of the individuals of nations. Christianity more 
than all others is a religion of peace and good will; and the 
missionaries both by precept and example are forcefully illus- 
trating the identical motives that animated the Hague tribunal. 
Guided by the laws of arbitration the philosopher with fault- 
less precision may reason a solution of international difficulties. 


But unless that method is dominated by the principles of 
peace found in the Christian religion and in the missionary's 
message, it can not be a solution creditable to justice. With 
the evangelization of the world, and only with the evangeliza- 
tion of the world, will come the reign of universal peace. "Then 
shall the Son of Righteousness arise with healing in his wings." 
The missionary, his toils at last completed, shall take his posi- 
tion on the right, and the sheaves of a golden harvest shall 
be spread out before him. 

John Cude Rousseaux. 


Some of the students called him "Crazy George", to others 
he was "Doctor Murphy". Placed at the very end of the salary 
list he was — George Murphy, Janitor. For the last twenty- 
five years it had stood thus. Presidents and students had 
come and gone, but Murphy had remained thus. 

During all these years of service Murphy's special pet 
and care was a beautiful, old-fashioned inkstand that stood 
on the President's desk. He seemed to think it almost human, 
and, while giving it its daily cleaning and filling, would talk 
to it of the many great things that had happened to the col- 
lege since they had been there, of the pranks the boys of long 
ago had played on him and of those they were still playing. 

But today as he filled it he talked of other things. There 
were tears in the old man's eyes. "Yes," he said, "after to- 
morrow I won't be here any more.' The President told me 
yesterday. I'm getting too old, and they have got another 
man for my job. He won't care for you as I have done, old pal. 
I'm going to the poor house over the hill. There won't be any 
boys there to tease me, but there won't be any of them for 
me to love." 

Then the old man was silent for a while. Suddenly some 
of the gloom lifted from his face, — "Maybe", he said, "they 
will let me take care of you still. I could come over every 
day to do it." 


Two days later, Murphy went to the poor house just over 
the hill from the college. The President had gotten special 
permission for him to come over every day to care for his 
beloved inkwell. 

Things went on quietly for about two months. Suddenly 
one night, the chapel bell began to ring loudly. Immediately 
there was a great clamor. The building was on fire! Flames 
enveloped the entire structure. The crowd gathering, the 
fire engines coming, all had the appearance of an ordinary fire. 
A figure rushed through the crowd to the door of the burning 
building. At first no one recognized the man, but when he 
cried, "My ink well! It must not be burned!" There was 
no doubt as to who he was. He reappeared carrying his prec- 
ious ink well in his hand. Just as the people were starting a 
cheer a falling timber hit him and — even the safety of the ink 
well could not worry him after that. 

On a modest stone, in the furtherest corner of the college 
cemetery, beside the President whom he loved, stands 
his name, as he would have wished it — "George Murphy, 




And it came to pass that on that day, which was several 
days before the election, that the crow belonging to one Gabber 
was taken sick with a mortal illness and did die. 

And he was in the first year of his age. 

And men whispered together and said, "It is an omen." 

And it came to pass that on that same day two young men 
whose names were John and Bob were playing ball behind the 
court-house that is in the city of Batesville, and they were 
throwing the ball one to another. 

And as they threw, behold, the crow was sitting on the 
outer stairs that lead up unto the court-room above, and 
the crow grew suddenly much sicker, so that he could not stand 
longer, and he fell from off the stairs. 


And he that was called Bob, hearing a sound as of some 
thing falling, turned and looked. 

And he saw that the crow had fallen from off the stairs 
and that he lay there kicking. 

And he calleth unto his friend, whose surname was John, 
and saith, "Look, something doth affect the crow, for he doth 
kick and flop his wings like unto one that hath lost his head 
and' is nigh unto death." 

Then he that was called John came running and saw that 
it was as the other had said and that the crow was nigh unto 
death's door. 

And he became sore afraid, for he knew that when the 
master of the crow should find it out, he would tax them with 
killing him, saying that they had done it. 

But nevertheless they went and told the master. 

And the man arose and came and looked upon the crow, 
and took him up and saith, "What is the matter with thee, 
0, Jim?" 

For when he had first come unto him, he had called him 
"Jim," and by that name he and all his family knew him. 

But the crow made no answer, only flopping his wings 
and stretching out his feet in his misery. 

And the man was grieved and called unto his wife and 
said, "Wife, Jim is dying. Verily, I reckon thou art glad." 

For she had not looked with favor upon him in his strength. 

And she answered and said, "Those boys were catching 
the ball and they did hit our crow, for I saw them." 

But she jested. 

And she began to lament, for now that the crow was dying 
she forgot all his meanness and the way she had previously 
used him. 

And when the master heard her words he became exceed- 
ing angry, and saith unto the young men that if it was as they 
had said and they did not hit the crow, it was well; but that 
if they did strike him they were cowards. 


And he profaned them and spoke all manner of evil against 

For he regarded them not as friends. 

And the younger of the men, he that was called Bob, 
liked not the way the other spoke and remonstrated with him. 

But the man heard him in anger, and saith unto them 
that if they did not like it, he would go out and fight it out 
with them. 

Now neither of these young men were afraid, but they 
respected his gray hairs and said unto him that they would 
not fight with him. 

Wliereupon the master became more offensive and vile 
in his use of them, and bitterly reproached them. 

And the elder of the young men saith unto him, "It is 
not seemly for thee to speak so, it is not becoming in a man." 

And he asked him to cease speaking so. 

But the man would not hearken to his words of wisdom, 
but again offered to go out and fight with them, saying in 
his wrath, "Are ye dogs, that ye are afraid to go out and 
fight with me?" 

"If ye are not contented with what I have told you, come 
with me out into the yard which is in the rear of the court- 
house and there will I smite ye. 

"Regard not mine gray hairs nor mine old age. But 
there will I smite ye till ye shall cry out for mercy and shall 
get up and flee from me, or do ye even so to me." 

But the two young men considered together that it was 
not seemly that they should go out to brawl with this man. 

So they let him go his way unrebuked and unhurt. 

And verily they had their reward. 

For this man was a candidate for Chancery Clerk. 

And when at last came the day of election, he was defeated 
and great and overwhelming was his defeat. Selah! • 

C. '07. 



Two young men were strolling arm in arm down the rows 
of small pine trees which bordered the main walk of the campus. 
One was tall, broad and muscular, — clearly an athlete. The 
other, a shade handsomer, was immediately recognized as a 
student with the stamp of intellectuality upon his clear, hand- 
some features. Upon turning a corner they encountered 
suddenly an elderly, but saintly old man, commonly and 
more familiarly known to the college students as the "Doctor." 

"Well, boys, I want to congratulate both of you", said 
the Doctor, stopping in front of them, "not only", addressing 
the taller, "for your fine showing in the game yesterday and 
the almost miraculous goal which you kicked, and", turning 
to the smaller, "those medals, Greek and Latin, weren't they? 
but also for this friendship between you two. I declare it 
does me good to see it!" Here he stepped closer to the two 
friends and looked into their eyes, brown and blue respective- 
ly; he said, "Remember, don't quarrel about 'nothing' ", and 
he passed on. 

This friendship had been commented upon on all sides. 
It was the talk of the small college town, which also served 
as a summer resort, and in large red letters upon the chapel 
fence appeared, "Damon and Pythias — Lawrence Thompson 
and James Loraine". 

These two boys had arrived three years ago upon the 
same train without either having seen or heard of one another 
before. But here fate took a hand. They had been put in 
the same room, joined the same fraternity and had taken the 
same literary course. Lawrence had adjusted matters from 
the first — "James, old boy, you look to the Hterary side of this 
establishment and leave athletics and society to me". Things 
ran extremely smoothly up to their conversation with the 
Doctor. When James took both Latin and Greek medals 
Lawrence was just as happy as though it had been himself. 


So we meet these two boys, reveling in the companionship 
of one another. 

She arrived before the expiration of school, to be what is 
commonly termed "a Summer Girl". There was no question 
that she was pretty, — so much so, indeed, that her beauty 
was excelled only by her attractiveness. The moment Miss 
Margaret Randall arrived and was domiciled at the social 
quarter of the small town she immediately became the center 
of a large group of admirers foremost of whom was the first 
of our friends, Lawrence Thompson. Let it be said here and 
now that Margaret was a flirt, for nothing seemed to give her 
greater pleasure than to watch the victorious assualt of her 
rich brown eyes. 

As we have said, Lawrence was among the first victims. 
'Oh! Jim," he said, "I have sworn half a dozen times, infat- 
uated by the moonlight, that I was in love; but, my boy, 'nihil 
faciens' — this time I am crazy." 

"Oh, shut up!" James was studying, "You are no more 
in love with that girl than I am, and you know that I am 
engaged to Marian Calhoun. I have known and loved her 
all my life." 

"What! in love with a girl you have known all your life!" 
with a disgusted gnmt. "You are too d — n prosaic. Give 
me the only real love — love at first sight. Come and go around 
with me tonight." 

"Well, just to please you I will go to see this dream who, 
I am sure, must have been a pleasant contemplation to the 
creative god of beauty!" This last with a bite of sarcasm. 

So they went. Poor James! He, too, fell victim to 
Margaret's charm, and that night he was full of praises of her, 
even dreaming of brown eyes and light hair. 

At first, through Margaret's ingenuity and good man- 
agement, things ran well. But the clash came as come it must. 
As Lawrence met James time and time again, and, as James 
seemed to be on terms of closest intimacy with Margaret, 
Lawrence let his temper get away. 


"What's he doing here all the time and he engaged to that 
girl in South Carolina? He is making an ass of himself." 

But James could not see it in that light nor restrain him- 
self from thinking that Lawrence was "butting -in", as he 
himself termed it. 

"What the devil is he hanging around here for? I suppose 
he is telling her what he has told half a dozen girls in half as 
many weeks; seems like he would stop for my sake." 

After trying in vain to "out -sit" each other, they walked 
home that night in silence. When they reached the room, 
Lawrence grimly shut and locked the door behind him. James 
walked over and looked out of the window. 

"Look here," said Lawrence, "You are making a d — n 
fool out of yourself, and I can't help believing that you are 
intentionally intruding upon Miss Randall and me. You 
certainly can have no other purpose in view (with sarcasm) 
for you are engaged." 

"I beg your pardon," interrupted James, "but that is 
my private business. I feel that you have insulted me. Of 
course all friendly relations between us is over. Good night." 

With this, both retired to their bed -rooms. 

The next day James moved to the other side of the dormi- 
toriy, and Lawrence changed his seat at the table so as to be 
as far from James as possible. Comment was rife on all 
sides, for everyone easily guessed what had caused the schism 
between these two friends. The appeals of their fraternity 
brothers and even the Doctor were in vain. They openly 
avoided each other and the enmity grew. 

June 15, was a memorial day, the most celebrated day in 
the social history of the school, and even more so in the lives and 
history of our two friends. Margaret had been suddenly sum- 
moned home and was leaving at eleven o'clock. The depot was 
thronged with students to bid her a last farewell, among whom 
was Lawrence and James. Both desired to accompany her 
to Winchester, a small station some fifteen miles from the 
college, where Miss Randall made her first change. But each 


feared that the other would be along, so neither went. And 
as the train, bearing this precious package, turned a sharp 
curve shutting from their view what each thought was the 
nearest and dearest person in the world to them, they inwardly 
cursed each other. 

The next day, among the letters of the one o'clock mail, 
were some half dozen postals, — one for Lawrence and one for 
James. Lawrence read his, "Wish you were with me. I 
long for a talk with you. ' ' His heart beat rapidly. He glanced 

at James': "Wish I were back in . Maybe I could see and 

talk with you." So small, indeed, was Lawrence's joy that he 
tore up his postal in disgust. 

The breach, wider now than ever, was still there, and the 
more their friends tried to reconcile them, the more they 
avoided each other. Margaret indeed was gone!!! But, she 
was destined to create a larger and much greater commotion 
than ever. It came in the shape of a harmless invitation. 
There were some five or six in the mail, one for Lawrence and 
one for James. 

Lawrence tore his open in feverish haste and read: 

Mr. and Mrs. Philip D. Randall 

request your presence 

at the marriage of their daughter 



Mr. Randolph K. West 


nine o'clock on the evening of 

August twenty-third 
Nineteen Hundred and Four. 

That night at supper every one noticed that Lawrence 
was in his old seat by James. In the midst of a lull of con- 
versation, James, turning to Lawrence, said: 
"Let's get up that German tonight." 
"All right, Kid", said Lawrence. Gass. 



First Spasm. 

Now Wharton Earth can, 

In Life's little Spann, 
Make John feel like warbling sweet Saums 
Than to sit in the Park 

Under covers of the dark — 
With a blushing Co -Ed in his arms? 

2nd Trance. 

But — will it be -Hoover 

To Clingan to you for 
The rest of her life? No, I fear lest 
The Knowles that 're above 
The Graves of "Past Love" 
Will make room for your hopes to rest. 

3rd Attack. 

Johns on as a winner, 

But he's after a minnow 
That has flirted with Johnnies before; 
And he Huddleston naught 

But the Whiteside that's caught 
And disposed of such chaps by the score 


And-er-son, to be sure, 

I Read in last month's McClure 
That this RiCKETT-y structure of love 
Is all in the soak; 

With the Co-Eds, — a joke; 
So Honeycutt it out, — It's your move. 

R. R. n. 



"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: 
Tlie soul that rises with us, our life's star, 
Hath had elsewhere its setting. 
And Cometh from afar." 

"Aren't these beautiful hues?" I said to myself, as I sat 
in my room preparing my English lesson. I am a lover of 
English, especially of poetry, and so I had put off preparing 
this lesson until the last. IVIy room-mate was asleep, and 
everything was quiet in the rooms near me as I was sitting 
up late. The fire was burning low in the grate, and a soft 
breeze was gently playing with the curtain at my window. 
As I read, the rhythm of my words fell with a soothing effect 
upon my drowsy ears: — 

"Not in entire forgetfulness. 

And not in utter nakedness, 
But — trailing — clouds — of — ^glory — do — we — come 
From — God — who — is " 

It was midnight. Quietness reigned thoughout the large 
dormitory, except in one room. In this room in particular 
four boys were sitting around a bright fire. They were peace- 
fully smoking their pipes and telling stories, as college boys 
will do. The stories, of course, were of a light nature, and 
had caused us much merriment. I had just told my best 
one and for a moment after the roars of laughter had died 
away there was silence. 

"Boys," spoke up Jack, the eldest of our number, "I 
am hungry and I have a plan. You know they don't half 
feed us at this old dormitory, and so I think that the best 
thing we can do is to take it upon ourselves to get something 
to eat. Suppose we have a little feast tonight?" 

The character and Hfe of a college boy is a strange one. 
The happiest days of a man's hfe are the ones he spends in 
college; yet his hfe is not all happiness there. He has his 


troubles and trials. Alternately he feasts and fasts. Today 
his pockets are full of money, and tomorrow he can not buy 
a lead pencil. On Sunday night he will conduct the Y. M. C. A. 
Service, and on Monday night he will slip out of his room 
and ring the chapel-bell for no other reason than to see the 
faculty get mad. His temptations are greater than any 
one else's, and therefore he must be judged with leniency. 

Well, we were true college boys, and as a matter of course 
we were delighted at the prospect of a feast. 

"But how are we to manage it, Jack?" I asked. 

"My plan is this," he responded, "I guess you've noticed 
that chicken house up yonder in 'Old Doc's' back yard and — " 

"Well, I guess we have. Boys, this kid has a head on 
his shoulders. Bully for you. Jack! You'll be President 
some day." 

"But what if we should be caught?" Henry asked. 

Though Henry Monroe was not a coward, he was the 
most timid boy in school. 

"Well, if any of you guys are afraid, you may be excused, 
and we'll tell you tomorrow how good that chicken was. But, 
Tom, you haven't expressed your opinion yet. Let us hear 
from you." 

"Boys, I've never gone back on you yet. You call me 
'Reckless Tom' and I guess I deserve the name. I'm at your 
service in anything you want to do." 

"I think it is time for this honorable and august body 
to proceed to business", spoke up Jack. "And I do hereby 
appoint Tom Henderson as chief high president of this incor- 
poration, and Henry Monroe will please record the minutes 
of the meeting. And, Frank Leigh," he said, turning to me, 
"by virtue of your qualifications, you are recognized as chief 
stealer. As for me, I will follow as body-guard." 

"Boys," said Tom, "we have a good fire here, and we can 
easily get a frying pan, and the other necessary articles, from 
the kitchen. Now, let us proceed to business." 

And thus we started out. As we silently made our way 
across the campus, the dull, yellow color of the eastern horizon 


showed us that we must hurry, for the moon was about to rise. 
In a few moments we were whispering to each other in front 
of the chicken house. The house, or coop, of the fowls was an 
old-fashioned one. It was made exactly like the roof of a 
small house with two gables. Its four corners were resting 
on the ground and its top was level with our heads. We soon 
saw that it would be an easy matter to secure our prize, and 
already it seemed that we could almost smell the sweet aroma 
of fried chicken. 

After a few moments' consultation, it was decided that 
my companions would hold up one corner of the coop and that 
I would crawl under and make the acquaintance of a nice, 
young fowl. In a few seconds I was inside the coop among my 
feathery friends, who, by this time, had begun to raise a clamor 
of fear. I was preparing to catch a young rooster by the 
neck, when — "Bang! Bang!" As quick as a flash I took 
in the situation. Our vigilant janitor, being attracted by the 
noise, had come to the defense of the chickens and at the first 
shot my friends had taken to their heels. I was a prisoner. 
The coop was too heavy for me to raise, but even if I could 
have gotten out it would have been useless for "Doctor" 
Ackland had seen me. It seemed like a year to me, but it 
must have taken him only a few minutes to summon the 
President of the college to the scene of my humiliation. He 
struck a match and saw who I was. Was ever another col- 
lege boy in so horrible a situation? The fate of Jonah would 
have been welcomed as heaven. 

"Well, sir! My young man, this thing won't be tolerated. 
You may leave this institution at once, sir!" 

"What in the world is the matter with you, Frank?" 
interrupted my room-mate excitedly, "you must have dreamed 
that the devil caught you. Put up that English book and 
come on to bed. You can read Wordsworth to-morrow." 

R. B. Alexander. 



^ Vol. 10. Jackson, Miss., March 1908. No. 6. ^ 

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Much is said today about an ideal man. 

A We do not presume to enumerate the 

QUESTION, qualities attributed to such a man, but 

it seems that the time has come when 

ideal men are picked out from among those who have tasted 

the sweets of college life. 

The man who begins to think of going to college, readily 
receives many suggestions from friends and relatives about 


the kind of man he should make. Out of the conflicting ideas, 
he soons find that he is expected "to know something about 
everything, and everything about something", to become 
learned but not sophisticated, a walking, talking encyclopedia 
but not a mere automaton. He should be plenteously supplied 
with "book larnin' " no less than political traits of character 
and brazen nerves which will mark him off from the populace 
as a man capable of doing things. Whether or not he can pre- 
side with equal grace over a midnight feast at a good poultry- 
man's expense, or at a religious meeting on the following 
night, is as yet a question; but he must be able to do the happy 
thing at the happy moment. 

With some idea of what is expected of him, with a faint 
memory of the advice given him, and the vague conception 
of a college life gathered from the catalogue, the freshman 
enters the campus ready to be transformed as if by magic 
into just the kind of man the world is calling for. During the 
first few days he is so crowded with getting settled and classi- 
fied that he sees little of the "new world" into which he has 
placed himself. He pays his board and fees, expecting that 
few other demands will be made upon his pocket book, and 
then begins his studies with the determination to win. 

But a few days, and he then begins to realize that college 
is not what he had expected. Already the representatives of 
the various clubs and organizations have waited on him each 
one insisting on his becoming a new member of the "best 
thing" on the campus. He now, for the first time, "sits up 
and takes notice". He finds that "learnin' and recitin' " 
is not all of college life and begins to consider what he will 
do with his time other than recitation and study hours. The 
Literary Society, Y. M. C. A., Gymnasium, and athletic field 
have a standing call for men. This is a critical time in a man's 
history, for the decision he makes will determine, in a great 
measure, his future course in school. The question is, how 
the "time of his own" will be spent. What is the decision? 

How often does the student conclude that the compen- 
sation is not equal to the cost? Studiously does he try to put 


in all of his time on his regular studies, and fails, because it 
is fooHsh to attempt to disregard the law of diminishing re- 
turns. This first plan becomes unbearable, and he then 
decides to take recreation — out walking, or someway — and 
•this plan soon degenerates into loafing. Loafing takes all 
the Hfe and fire out of the man and he grows into a weak- 
bodied, soft -brained grumbler to whom the college is dry and 
tiresome. To such a mind the street is more interesting; 
the amusements it ofi'ers are classed higher and invite him 
to spend his time in a lighter strain. Such a course leaves a 
man a mental weakling and we may say it is well if he does not 
become a moral wreck. 

Happy is the decision of the fellow if he gets out upon 
the full stream of college life to play his role in every college 
activity. He then becomes interested in every phase of work. 
The literary society is a source of much profit and pleasure 
because into it he puts the energies of a zealous member and 
gets the valuable experience of debating, thinking on his feet, 
and proceeding according to parliamentary law. In the Y. 
M. C. A. he finds many hours of comfort from the cares and 
struggles of life. Rich is the joy of sympathetic union with 
his fellows in ofi'ering prayers and worship to the Father of 
Love, who inspires and leads them on to higher things. Many 
are the profits gotten in the "Gym" where he develops his 
muscle and strengthens the physical man so that he may feel 
that his mortal frame may not crumble at a time when the 
circumstances demand the strength and tenacity of steel. 
Then out upon the athletic field, where he can yell, throw his 
hat into the air and forget the trials and diflEicuities, he learns 
to breathe in the spirit of life which makes the world look 
brighter and the people appear better. Here is where the boy 
learns the feehng of good fellowship that results from close 
association and common interest. Here he learns to value 
the tingling of red blood as it courses through his veins. 

A fellow that takes such a course inevitably comes to love 
his work and college. Nothing is dull or interesting. He 
needs no stimulants of frivoHty to spur him along. Instead 


of leaving school he begins to push things along and his whole 
heart is drawn into the current of college life. He sings in- 
stead of finding fault, laughs instead of frowning. Adding 
cheer where he goes he gets a suTile from the world because 
he is received as a man who is capable of doing the happiest' 
thing at the happiest time. 

The colleges all over the country are awake to the 
THE fact that the physical welfare of the students should 
"GYM" be looked after as well as the mental. They realize 
the fact that to get the best work out of a man is to 
combine work with play, to give the student the proper amount 
of exercise. They see that the business man of the future will 
require a much better physique and a better nervous system 
than the business man of today, for the business man of the 
future will have to face greater problems than the business 
man of today and the strain upon his nervous system will be 
greater. The colleges are trying to meet this need by making 
strong physical men out of their students, men who will go 
out in life with a strong physique, a healthy mind and body, 
and a good nervous system, men who can stand the cares of 
life and business without being forced to take a long vacation 
every year to keep them from breaking down. 

The method by which the colleges of the country are 
turning out such men is college athletics, at the head of which 
stands the gymnasium. There is no exercise that a person can 
get that will do him as much good as the exercise that he gets 
in a gymnasium. The gymnasium exercise does not only 
develop a certain muscle, or set of muscles, but if taken prop- 
erly it develops every muscle in the body. The gymnasium 
exercise can also be taken so as to lay stress upon the develop- 
ment of any part of the human body, or any particular set of 
muscles. So let us now forget for a moment the much talked - 
about athletics in general and give attention to our pressing 
need of a gymnasium. 

C It is true that we have a gymnasium, if I may _cal]Jt sn^h, 
but il looks moi'e like a barn than a gymnasiuniTit can, in 



no sense, compare with the other buildings on the campus. 
The building is old, the window-panes are out, and it is not 
ceiled inside. The gymnasium itself is very poorly equipped 
for a college of this size. The matts are torn up, the bars are 
broken, the rings are in a bad condition, and the other apparatus 
is not what it should be. 

The complaint is often made that the students will not 
come out to the gymnasium, and will not take an interest in it. 
How could they when there is really nothing to come to, when 
there is nothing at the "Gym" to interest them? You could 
hardly expect anyone to come to a place for exercise that is 
too hot in summer and too cold in winter, and about the only 
form of exercise that they can get is to swing a few dumb bells 
or Indian clubs. 

A great many colleges take the gymnasium in chaise 
and make it a part of the college course. They have a regular 
instructor whose whole time is taken up with the gymnasium, 
and who meets his classes as regularly as one of the professors. 
The college either requires the student to take a certain num- 
ber of hours of gymnasium exercise every week, or they make 
the "gym" work optional and allow it to count a cer- 
tain number of hours on the student's yearly schedule. 
The colleges and universities not only take the gymnasium 
work in charge, but they build and equip first class gymnasi- 
ums and appropriate a certain amount of money each year 
for the building. 

It seems that the College has found no trouble in securing 
all the buildings that it needed, except a first class gymnasium. 
The College has failed to look after the physical welfare of its 
students in proportion to its care for their mental welfare ; but 
it seems that at last it is awake to the fact that they need, and 
need badly, a new gymnasium. This building they could 
have secured earher had they placed the proper stress upon 
it, but so far it has been neglected. It would only take a few 
thousand dollars to build and equip an up-to-date "gym" and 
in no way could the money be better spent, since a gymnasium 
is one of the best adverstisements that a college can get. 



A college with a good "gym" gets students that would go to 
other institutions were it not for the fact that they wanted 
to go to a college where they could have the advantages of 
a good "gym." 

Why longer delay? Let us devise some plan by which 
this pressing need may be satisfied, a plan that will result in 
a new "gym" which will be the pride of the campus, and a 
lasting benefit to the boys who are to fill the halls of Millsaps 
in the years to come. 

J. L. A. 


^ T. L. BAILEY, Editor. ^ 

NOTE. — The Editor would gratefully appreciate anything of interest 
so please don't hesitate to report the news to him. 

What about your yells? 

And now for the grand finish! 

The "sing-song" of that bloody, and all but deadly, foe, 
the m.osquito, is wafted upon the breezes. 

Messrs. J. R. Bright, H. H. Bullock, B. H. Briscoe, and 
J. C. Nolen, were recent visitors on the campus. 

The Kappa Mu Sorority entertained the Kappa Alphas 
very delightfully on the night of Feb. 29th. 

Although the Legislature cannot appropriate its thousands 
for Millsaps, its members have been very generous to the stu- 
dents in the way of excursion tickets, etc., for which the students 
are very grateful. 

The continued illness of Dr. Moore is deeply regretted 
by the students, and it is the earnest prayer of all that he 


may soon be able to resume his College duties. During his 
absence the Department of Mathematics is being cared for 
by Drs. Sullivan and Walmsley. 

And now comes Jesse Leviticus Sumrall with the declara- 
tion that Jonah erected the ark! 

The series of basket-ball games played with Mississippi 
College resulted disastrously for Millsaps. But that's 0. K. 
We've just begun our career in athletics; we'll get in line, and 
then look out! 

The Lamars recently installed Messrs. J. L. Addington, 
as President; Robert Mullens, Vice President; C. E. 
Johnson, Sectretary; Jefferson Collins, Critic; J. M. Guinn, 
Censor; William R. Moore, Corresponding Secretary. 

W. S. Clark announces that the Constitution of the United 
States is a great piece of literature and should be preserved. 

The representatives to the State Contest from the various 
colleges have been selected, and, no doubt, it will be one of 
the best contests ever held. The representatives are: Mississip- 
pi College, T. D. Brown; University, Benjamin Tillman, a 
forrner student at Millsaps; A. & M., Broomfield. Our rep- 
resentative will speak on the subject of "The Meeting of the 
Orient and Occident." 

The Y. M. C. A. election was held on the night of March 
7th, and the following officers were elected: President, W. A. 
Welch; Vice President, L. M. Jones; Secretary, J. H. Brooks; 
Treasurer, Thomas Stennis. We predict for the Y. 
M. C. A. a great year's work. 

Stennis (studying the map of Europe after the war of 
1878) — I'll tell you that war left Europe in a terrible fix. See 
how ragged she is on the South! 

"One never grows too old to learn," observed the Senior. 
"Why, Fve just learned the origin of the expression '0. K.' " 
As revealed to him, that Great Democrat, Andrew Jackson, 


gets credit for its origin: "Once upon a time a bill was sent to 
him for his approval and he straightway took his pen and wrote 
'Oil Korreck' across the margin. Since then it has been '0. 
K.,' for short." 

Some of the Law Students anticipate taking their Exam, 
soon. We have no doubt but that they will pass, for the 
Millsaps Law Department has yet to see one of her graduates 
turned down. 

On the night of March the second, Dr. H. W. Sears deliv- 
ered his noted lecture on the subject, "More Taffy and Less 
Epitaphy." It is a great lecture, and all enjoyed it to the 
fullest degree. This completes the list of Lyceum lectures of 
the season, and it is needless to say that this year's course 
has given entire satisfaction to all. Those of the students 
who did not secure season tickets and attend all the enter- 
tainments are great losers. It is to be hoped that every 
student in College will attend each and every entertainment 
next year. 

The 24th day of April has been settled upon as "Patriots' 
Day" and the students look forward to it with much antic- 
ipation. In the morning we will have patriotic speeches 
from the members of the various classes, and in the evening 
there will, doubtless, be a ball game. We expect many visitors 
and there'll be patriotism for all. 

We are now entering upon that season of the College year 
that might well be termed the grand finish. The remainder 
of the term will be fraught with events of interest, such as the 
Y. M. C. A. revival, the anniversaries of the two Literary So- 
cieties, State Contest, Patriots' Day, and other things. 

The Seniors spent a day near Flora not long since, study- 
ing the mysteries of Mother Earth. 

Dr. Walmsley's announcement that the Senior Class would 
visit the historic old town of Natchez before the session comes 
to an end, has caused much rejoicing in the camp of that august 


body. It, also, gives us pleasure to be able to state that the 
Juniors will accompany the "poor, over-worked creatures" 
on their trip. 

Count Scheneskazara, or something to that effect, has 
arrived in America, and one of our newspapers suggests that 
his name would make a good yell for Millsaps. We would 
suggest to some of our poetic souls that they make an appli- 
cation of the asclepiadean stanza and watch the results. 


All is silent everywhere 
And assumes a mystic air. 
We can not even romp about 
Or make the slightest sound. 
For Freshie's down and out 
Since he rode the goat. 

He joined the "Frat" two nights ago — 
Got in the next A. M., 
With twelve members as escort, 
Though he says he 'scorted them. 
His leg was sprained, and one big rip 
Had rent his Sunday coat, — 

And now Freshie'll not sport. 

Since he rode the goat. 

He's "cuttin' " his classes today, 

Nor relishes his grits or gravy — 

Not even that dear old "star navy." 

He softly utters pass words 'gain and 'gain, — 

When relieved of 'scruciating pain. 

The members certainly worked well 

For Freshie caught h 11, 

When he road the goat! 

Mr. Thomas Franklin Baker, a former student of Millsaps, 
visited friends here recently. It was indeed a pleasure to see 



him and his old friends, Messrs. Witt and Mulhns, meet and 
stroll over the campus as of yore. His presence banished that 
longing look that has been wont to linger since he left school. 

Mr. J. L. Addington, the gymnasium instructor, has 
selected a "gym" team that is to perform on Patriots' Day. 
The following young athletes are on the team: C. C. Hand, 
J. B. Kirkland, Alton B. Parker, Peter Thompson, Butler 
Fisherman Witt, Nat Morris, and John Homer Milton Brooks. 
Peter Stuyvesant Buffkin will keep time, and J. L. Sumrall 
will "loop the loop." 




With the appearance of "The Weavers" the public has 
finally been convinced that political prominence does not nec- 
essarily impose the sacrifice of all the talents of a gifted man. 
Drawn more and more, of recent years, into the life of a par- 
liamentarian and a statesman. Sir Gilbert Parker has lost none 
of the vigor of his pen; on the contrary, his powers in this hne 
seem rather to have been broadened and strengthened by 
his pubhc life, and with the possible exception of "The Right 
of Way", "The Weavers" is the greatest production of his 
prolific pen. 

Our author is a Canadian by birth, and his first stories 
were of French-Canadian life; but in his later works he has 
drawn upon the material acquired by extensive travel, and the 
plot of "The Weavers" is laid in Egypt. The name of the book 
is borne out in the irresistible weaving of the vari- 
ous characters into the form which gives us the plot of 
the story, and the effect is that of a gorgeous piece of Oriental 


tapestry, rich in texture, and varied in color, bewildering in 
the depth of its contrasts. The magnificence of the Egyptian 
court and the hopeless sordidness of the life of the fellah are 
woven and interwoven with threads of Oriental intrigue and 
treachery ; and into this background are woven, as if in relief, 
figures of [Western civilization, their sober coloring heighten- 
ing the splendor of the final creation. 

The hero of the story is a young English Quaker, David 
Claridge, who goes to Egypt to take charge of property left 
him by a deceased uncle . His scnipulous honesty of word and 
deed bring him to the notice of the great Effendina of Egypt, 
and when he has finished his business and is ready to return 
to England he is surprised by being appointed the chief ad- 
viser of the Eflendina. He hesitates in accepting a place which, 
though affording an opportunity for the elevation of the poorer 
classes, brings also grave dangers and great loneliness. But 
the question is settled when in rescuing an English girl from 
an Egyptian man he accidentally kills the man, and his quick 
conscience prompts him to make retribution by sacrificing 
the rest of his life in working for Egypt. The rest of the story 
tells of his repeated trials and failures in the gigantic work 
he has undertaken; of his love for the English girl and her 
marriage to a brilliant but unscrupulous English nobleman 
who turns out to be a younger half-brother of David's; 
of this young Lord Eglington's dishonesty in inheriting David's 
estate and in wilfully hindering the latter's work in Egypt; 
of the girl's love for David upon learning of her husband's 
duplicity; and, finahy, of the success of David in Egypt just 
at the time his brother's short career in England is brought by 
death to a bitter close. By years of earnest labor the Quaker 
has impressed the virtues of Occidental civilization and integ- 
rity upon the people he has adopted, and though he has but 
begun his work, we leave him confident of success. 

The chief criticism that we have heard of "The Weavers" 
is that the plot is confusing, that the characters are introduced 
and withdrawn so suddenly and move so swiftly that the reader 
has difficulty in following them. We believe that this is due 


rather to the subject matter than to a defect in the manner of 
treatment; for while we do not profess to be acquainted with 
Egyptian methods of peace and war, from what we have learned 
we have an idea that when such a people are moved to the 
feelings that David's presence in Egypt inspired, things neces- 
sarily happen in rather a bewildering fashion. It is charac- 
teristic of Gilbert Parker to use no unnecessary words in telling 
a story, and if some of the experiences of David Claridge are 
not absolutely necessary to the development of the main 
plot, still they give a more complete idea of the odds against 
which he had to struggle. A more serious objection lies in 
the manner in which circumstances are made to play into the 
hands of one man. Time after time we see our hero in an 
apparently inextricable situation, and exactly at the right 
moment help comes from somewhere and he is set free to get 
into another dangerous place. The price of this feature is a 
fraction of the realism of the story, for a normal reader is apt 
to become skeptical at such continued good luck. 

When all has been said, however, "The Weavers" remains 
an intensely interesting and well developed novel, especially 
from a psychological point of view.| We may conclude by 
saying that the book fulfills the author's own test of a good 
novel when he says, 

"There is only one test for a novel; that it be first and 
before all a well -constructed story; that it deal sincerely with 
human life and character; that it be eloquent of feeling, have 
insight and revelation; that it preserve idiosyncrasy; and above 
all, that it be sane and healthy." 





During the last month there have been on the college 
campus three men who represent almost all the important 
types of college men. The men to whom I refer are Messrs. 
M. S. Pitman, H. H. Bullock and Jim Purcell. 

When we heard old "Pit" question the boys in regard to 
the literary societies, the Y. M. C. A., the fraternities, and 
athletics, with that keen interest which he always manifested 
in all those things, we could not help feeling that he was the 
ideal college man in all these respects. "Pit" was a man 
while in college who controlled men — not by scheming, nor 
for selfish purposes, but because he had an interest in every 
man and everything. This interest was not an artificially 
cultivated one, but, as we believe, emanated from a heart full 
of love for all his college mates. "Pit" never made any dis- 
tinction between men, when it came to matters of associating 
with them. It did not matter of what class a man was a 
member, from what place he hailed, what kind of clothes he 
wore, or to what fraternity he belonged. Pitman was his friend, 
and was ever ready to help him in any way. Pitman was the 
ideal man when it came to dealing with college men and being 
a leader in college interests. 

The other type of college man as represented in Bullock, 
may be referred to as the student. Bullock considered his 
class work of first importance, and sacrificed everything else 
to study. He did not, however, work without results. He 
prepared every lesson, and made grades which result only 
from such work. He left college a thoroughly equipped man 
in the information to be had from text books. This, it can 
not be gainsaid is a very enviable reputation to win in college ; 
because, after all, scholarship is rated as the thing of prime 



importance. It is the one thing for which a man leaves his 
home and spends four years of his most important time. 

Jim Purcell is a representative of the type of men who 
are skilled debaters. He was beyond all question a man 
who had a talent for debating. It is said that during his long 
stay at college he never lost a debate. Jim had the talent 
for assuming the attitude of a staunch beUever in whatever 
he was advocating. He had a way of saying things which 
could not be successfully met. 

If it were possible to combine all three of these men in 
one man, the result would be a very wonderful man; but as 
we must be content to take them alone, they are really only 
wonderful men. 

Since all of these men are making plenty of money, winning 
enviable reputations, and are being surrounded by hosts of 
true friends, it would be jumping at conclusions to say which 
of these men is the ideal man. All of them may be, without 
hesitation, taken as models after which one would not go wide 
of the mark if he were to model his own life. 


J. C. ROTJSSKATJX, Editor. ^ 

Valentine Day and Dan Cupid's birthday have gone, 
while no longer does the cold wind shriek through 
the nude trees and around the corners of the buildings. 
Instead of the cold of February has come the warmth 
of spring. The strong March winds have blown 
away the chill cares of winter, uncovered the buried, 
hidden seeds, and ushered to our hearts the spring- 
time that makes indolent the energy of man and vulnerable 
his susceptible heart. Poor old winter! We are sorry to see 


you go; for tho' your breath was a trifle frosty, your lieart was 
warm. Was it not the heart of nature? We but remember 
that it is the cool brain and the warm heart that win; the 
calm, unprejudiced thought is the cause of stalwart, resolute 
character and the warm heart and open hand captivate with 
a magician's charm the humanity of earth. 

And why should I think of Dan Cupid's birthday? It 
is because there are here to remind the writer a number of 
college magazines and many of them "Valentine numbers." 
As we in spring's beginning read these publications that have 
come as last productions of the winter months, we can but feel 
gratified at the work that has been done before the glowing 
coals. Now that spring has come there will appear a somewhat 
different literature — doubtless more love stories and certainly 
more baseball stories. And wouldn't it be proper at this 
time to hope, if not to pray, that all scribblers may not exchange 
the pen for the bat? With the advent of spring comes the 
tendency to lower the standards set for the winter months. 
The last issues of college papers should be by far the best. 

Let us, however, devote our time to what Dan Cupid's 
month has inspired. 

Among the neatest of the February magazines is "The 
Campus." Bound with an attractive gray cover, stamped 
on the front with the figure of a young woman attired in rauft" 

and fur boa, the publication is artistic in binding 
The and print, and the picture suits the chill month. 

Campus. "When Madge Decided" is a charming story of a 

country school, its teacher, two of its pupils, and a 
mad dog: the teacher has had the misfortune of having one of 
his pupils care too much for him, much to the confusion of her 
quondam sweetheart. After school this lover seeks an expla- 
nation but can find none, yet he informs Madge that the teacher 
has a sweetheart whence he had come. Then the mad dog 
bites Madge's brother, and the lover comes to the rescue, but 
is bitten. After two weeks of suspense he returns and finds 


that the teacher is no longer "in via." The story is of interest 
to the end and the writer recommends it to some of our pros- 
pective summer teachers. 

"The Sense of Mastery" shows a clear and forcible style 
and presents valuable, fundamental thought. The balanced 
sentences are good. "Battle of Balcony Plains" is certainly 
a rare composition. How artistic is the drawing! The student 
world is indeed grateful to the pains -taking staff of the "Cam- 
pus" who have sent their artists to the modern battle-fields 
to paint modern contests. Such work as this would be most 
excellent for a college annual. The only criticism that the 
writer would like to offer is this: Since Epworth University 
is co-educational, and all "Freshies" and "Sophs" took part, 
where were the girls? If the boys fought the girls, the battle 
was modern and co-education is a failure! 

We encourage and commend "The Campus", which, tho 
young, is sprouting favorable thoughts and we predict for it 
a prosperous fruitage, "^o make this a surety, however, the 
students must work harder to supply more short stories and 
some attempts at verse, which is sadly lacking. 

Indeed it is a valentine number that is given by this odd 
magazine. "The Picture" is very good poetry. "The Tables 

Turned" is a short story containing a good plot 
The and holding the reader's interest to the end. It 

St. Mary's is a valentine story of a small boy and girl who at 
Muse. valentine are attending a small school. The girl 

buys with her ten little pennies a red heart for 
him which he ruthlessly destroys. Fourteen years after he is 
a young man with a yearning expression on his face and she 
is a saucy maiden who "will not be serious." 

"Valentine's Day in 2808" is a charming piece of imagi- 
nation, but contains very few remarkable stretches for a story 
of its nature. "Leap Year in the Stone Age" is a good attempt 


at verse, while the idea of a woman throwing a stone heart at 
a man to induce him to fall into the trap of love is amusing. 

The magazine is distinctly local — it is rather too full of 
locals to rank among the first of publications in literary value. 
We note also a lack of criticism of foreign magazines. The 
way to get "tafly" is to give it. The Alumnae Department is 
the best edited of all. It should always be our aim to keep in 
touch by spacious departments in our magazines with those 
who have left our walls. 

The "Mansfield Collegian" is bound neatly and printed 
clearly on very good paper. The editorial on "The Influence of 
Literature" is good to be so short, but when we consider what 

a broad subject this is, we feel that it is too broad 
The for an editorial. But what is written is presented 

Mansfield in a clear style, tho' the marks of the amateur are 
Collegian, quite apparent. The best article in the issue is 

"A Study of Goldsmith." The charming inci- 
dents told portray vividly the character of that author. 

The story on "Class Election" is very good in its purpose 
to teach a lesson of moral rather than to entertain. To write a 
story teaching a moral is a hard task; [ever the tendency is 
to say too much along in the story that will make the moral 
appear to protnide itself. This seems to be the serious sob- 
jection to the story, but the young writer must not be discour- 
aged. Has she forgotten also that the conversations in stories 
must be in separate paragraphs? 

The parody on Shakespeare is rich, and "February" is 
charming verse, while "Baby" is the best in the issue, tho the 
last simile of the star is quite far-fetched. "A Valentine 
Romance" is an amusing story of the lighter vein. The article 
on "The Influence of Trivial Ideas" contains some good sug- 
gestions and shows that the writer promises to be somewhat 
of a thinker tho her style is as yet in its partly undeveloped 
stage. "Practice makes perfect." 




Baby boy, you're a toy, 
Come to college just at noon; 

You're so sweet — hands and feet — 
I would eat you — just as soon. 

Stay with us, make a fuss. 
Sing your darhng little song. 

Wink your eyes, heave your sighs. 
Laugh and play the whole day long! 

— Mansfield Collegian. 

Jones says it takes "horse-power" to translate Virgil. He 
must be right. — Ex. 

Young Wed — "I want accommodations for my wife." 

Hotel Clerk— "Suite?" 

Young Wed — "You bet she is." — Student. 

Teacher — Johnny, translate "rex fugit." 
Johnny — The king flees. 
"You must use 'has' in the perfect tense." 
"The king has flees."— (Stator.) 

Hostess — Oh, Professor, haven't you brought your wife? 
Professor — ^There! I knew I'd forgotten something. — Ex. 

Weaver (in Latin) — "Co wart, what is the meaning of 'Forte 
dux in aro?' " 

Cowart — "Forty ducks in a row." — Ex. 

Logan declares that it is best to "Look not on the wine 
when you haven't a red." — Ex. 



Rapid Transit. 
"I am your own forever," • ■ 

lago said that to Othello, 
Now, wasn't it really quite clever 

To take such phrases for that fellow? 

lago didn't mean it, ever — 

That is what we all regret — 
It gives a chance, although so clever 

To catch another fellow — already yet! 

lago didn't mean it — 

Very few who do — 
Unless they're before the preacher, 

And then — you'd mean it too. 

And though they mean it then 

The vow too often proves untrue 
So that this rapid transit age 

Must make divorces twenty-five for two. — Ex 

We are the happy recipients of "Green and Gold," "Bessie 
Tift Journal," "University of Mississippi Magazine," "R. U. 
Success," "Eatonian," "Piedmontonian," "Review and Bul- 
letin," "University of Virginia Magazine," "Black and Gold," 
"Ouachita Ripples," "The Concept," "Emory and Henry Era," 
"Emory Phoenix," "Academy and College Journal," and 
"Andrew College Journal." 


^ W. A. WELCH, Editor. ^ 

Remember that "the first requisite to leadership is to know 
Jesus Christ as the power of God unto salvation." 

Is it You? 

There is a tendency on the part of some to neglect 

Christian work when they get into college life. Therg 


are those among us who were active church workers and 
Sunday School leaders — men who kept their secret devotions 
and held their lives clean in the sight of God, before they came 
here, who now, it seems, have forgotten the kind of manhood 
the world is calling for. These men, some of them, have 
failed to affiliate with the Association at all and others that 
have joined seem not to be taking the active part they should. 
Now, this is a deplorable situation. If you were a worker 
before you came here, there are two reasons why you should 
continue in active service: First, you are having an influence 
here either for good or for bad ; you are either leading some one 
to a better life or you are a "stumbling block" in some one's 
way. Second, we know that "faith without works is dead" — 
we cannot expect to stand still in our Christian living, for if 
we do we shall certainly find ourselves very soon cold and 
indifferent towards religious work; then our second state will 
be worse than the first. 

A Challenge! 

We learn from the pages of the "Inter-Collegian" 
that all but five of the cadets of the United States 
Military Academy at West Point are members of the Young 
Men's Christian Association there. Now, hardly a third of our 
boys are members here. Since our very existence is due to 
the generosity of the Church, it seems that we should look upon 
such a report coming from a National institution as a challenge, 
and no longer sleep, but open our eyes and get to work and see 
if we cannot better this situation before the session is over. 

"Islam— A Challenge to Faith!" 

This is a book for general reading if one wishes 
to know the task to which the missionary enter- 
prise is committed, and it is also a book for students. 
Dr. Zwemer, its author, after having mastered the 
special problems (of Islam in a typical Mohammedan land 


through sixteen years of missionary experience is certainly 
quaUfied to present the history, principles and practices of 
the Moslem faith. This book shows great ability on the part 
of the author. It can now be had from our Association library, 
so read it and become informed. 

A New Move. 

Through the active support of the members and 
friends of the Association, we have been enabled to secure 
a nice library of missionary and other religious literature. This 
is something we have been in great need of, and now since we 
have it, let us make the proper use of it and become better 
acquainted with the great religious movements and workers 
of the world. 

Items of Interest. 

We learn from the Bible Study Committee that there 
was only an average attendance of thirty-five for last month. 
We must increase this work, and not give vent to our feelings 
just because it is spring time. 

There are now forty-three doing mission study, and some 
is being given in a financial way to the support of mission work. 

The Normal Class under Dr. Kern is doing some effective 
work in the way of training leaders. 

All devotional meetings have been attended fairly well. 

The finances of the Association are now in good condition, 
there being more than enough money in the treasury necessary 
to balance all accounts. 

At the last business meeting the Association voted Mr. L. 
M. Jones a card of thanks for his generous gift of forty dollars 
to the Association. 

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The shrill whistle of the cannon-ball far up the track 
put life and energy into the now tired and sleepy passengers. 
I had been in the sitting room half asleep, but I picked up 
my suit case and followed along with the straggling mass. 
In a minute we came to the cars. Here it was a hurry and 
hustle as to who should board first, and I threw myself bodily 
into the contest. I was steadily nearing my goal and was 
feeling that an untimely success was assured when I came 
squarely in collision with a tall, dark, black -eyed, well-dressed 
woman, who was also a contestant. No sooner did I realize 
the situation than I heard threats and curses rained upon me. 
It hurt my religious spirit to hear such harsh words and, 
being a preacher, my heart went out in sympathy to this poor 
lost soul. 

"Dear sister," said I, "you can never enter the glorious 
Kingdom if you continue in this way. God in His Mercy " 

"Pass on!" commanded the porter. I advanced a step 
nearer the steps; but, being absorbed in the Lord's work, I 

again repeated, "Dear lady, God in His mercy ". But 

I never finished. Just then I felt a rough hand in my collar 
and before I knew it, and in spite of my two hundred and 
forty pounds, I was jerked entirely out of the way by the 
porter, breaking my collar and tie in two. 

I was now almost raging and, still holding my suit 
case in my left hand, I made a lurch at the porter; but he 
jumped back in time to escape the blow and the comer of 


my suit case hit the side of the car, broke open and all of 
its contents fell upon the ground. A roar of laughter went 
up from the crowd as they saw it and as I picked them up 
I was an object of ridicule to all the passengers. 

When I had picked them up I went into the car, for now 
nearly every one was inside, and took a seat in the only one va- 
cant in the car. I bought a paper from the boy that I might 
better endure the ridicule on all sides. Nothing happened 
then except that the conductor came through and wanted 
to put me off for not having on a collar and tie, thinking I 
was drunk. I explained and he took my ticket. Then I 
went into the smoker, took a collar from my suit case and 
put it on, but I had no tie. I then returned to my seat. 

After riding about an half hour we came to the first stop. 
Here several persons got on, among them two ladies. My 
chivalrous spirit arose in me when I saw that none of the 
men offered them a seat, so I graciously tendered them mine. 

As I arose from it, a dirty-faced fellow slipped in just 
ahead of them. I commanded him to get up, and when he 
refused I seized him by the collar and pulled him out. But 
I was to pay the penalty, for no sooner had he regained his 
feet than he sent a blow with all his force on my right eye. 
The blow so stunned and dazed me that I staggered and fell 
in the laps of two men behind me. They roared with pain 
as my heavy weight came down upon them, and one caught 
my coat collar to pull me off when my coat split all the way 
down the back. When I came to myself I was raging and 
might have done something terrible if it had not been that 
I recalled, "He that doeth good will be persecuted." I 
grabbed my suit case and paper and went to the back of the 
car, turned my face toward one of the comers and did not 
look around until we came to the next stop where I was to 
change cars. 

While here I reflected on my predicament. What on 
earth was I to do with my coat split, my tie ruined, and a 
black eye to boot! What would the people at the camp 


ground think when they saw me? Then I thought of that 
sweet one who would be waiting at the station for me with 
outstretched arms. What would she think? After I had 
pondered over the whole thing for about a dozen times the 
train blew for the stop. 

When the train stopped I picked up my suit case, went 
quickly to the ticket office, bought me a ticket and took a seat 
where my coat would be less likely to show. I put my ticket 
in my pocket book which I kept concealed in my inner coat 
pocket. But when I decided to take a few minutes sleep, 
as I had not slept much during the night, the pocket book 
made a very uncomfortable lump in my breast. So I took 
it out, opened my suit case, placed it inside and relieved my- 
self of its care. I then laid my head back and was soon fast 

I had not slept long — it seemed to me — when I was 
awakened by the porter's calling out my train. When I 
became fully awake I reached down for my suit case. A 
feeling of unutterable despair swept over me. It was gone! 
I was just about to give up all hope of ever getting to my 
destination and burst into a flood of tears, when I remem- 
bered this passage, "Be strong in the faith." So I comforted 
myself and assured myself that Providence would intervene. 

I then turned my attention to my train which had already 
come to a stop. I passed out the door to my car and just 
as I swung on to the rod I saw a villain darting around a corner 
with my suit case. In a minute I would have given chase, 
but I remembered that I was upon the Lord's errand and 
that I must not turn aside simply for man's temporary ben- 
efits. Then I went in amid much ridicule and took my seat. 
But by some good fortune I had a part of my newspaper with 
me so I began reading this. We had ridden some miles and 
were nearing the next station when the conductor came through. 
I reached for my inside pocket. The book was not there. 
I felt my hip pocket; but it was not there either. Then I re- 
membered! I had put it in my suit case. How God had 


cursed me! Just then the whistle blew for the next station. 
"Ticket, please," repeated the conductor. Then I told him 
my sad story, but he only scorned me ftiid commanded me to 
leave the train at the next station. Oh! I was the most mis- 
erable creature alive, and what could I do in this place but 

Wlien the train had pulled out and I stood there on the 
little platform alone I was the most miserable creature on earth. 
I was utterly at a loss as to what to do. But I soon recalled 
that passage of Scripture which says, "He that hath faith in 
Me shall not lack any good thing." Then I thought perhaps 
I hadn't trusted Him. as I should. So I determined to spend 
a few minutes at this lonely spot doing nothing but trusting 
in Him. By the time three minutes was up, I had received an. 
inspiration for I had conceived an idea. 

I went over to where I saw a man standing alone and 
asked him where the preacher hved. 

"Two miles away," said he kindly, "but he is now in town 
with his carriage. I'll show you him. Are you his brother?" 
I told him I was not, and was sorely perplexed as to why he 
asked me this. I followed him around a corner, meanwhile 
telling him my story, until we came to a double seated car- 
riage in which sat a man of about my own size. Now I saw 
plainly why my guide had asked me the question. 

"Mr. Greaves, this is our pastor, Mr. Savage," said the 
young man. 

I bowed to the jolly old man, who told me to "hop in." 
Then I thanked the young man heartily for his kindness. We 
bade him good-bye and began the trip to his home. I told 
him my story, and he promised me all aid possible. Wlien 
I told him how I got my black eye, he asked me why I had not 
turned the other cheek. Then I recalled the passage, "If 
thy enemy smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other 
also," and now I saw why God had continued His curse upon 
me. When I told him about my suit case being stolen, he 
told me that there had been a good many robberies lately 


and that he was expecting one at any time. I assured him 
that God would watch over and protect them and he laughed 
long and loud. "You have had such blessed experiences 
lately," he roared. 

We traveled on for about a mile with nothing to break 
the monony of the scenery but the birds and their songs, 
until we came to a peddler who was trudging along the road 
with his pack on his back. Moved with sympathy for the 
tired fellow we told him to get in and ride. He hesitated a 
minute, then got in the back seat. 

"My name is Graves, and my friend's is Savage," said 
I by way of introduction. 

The peddler looked suspicious. Then it crossed my mind 
that I should speak to this fellow about his soul's salvation. 

"Are you ready to die?" I asked. At the same time my 
friend Savage was reaching for his handkerchief, and the 
peddler, thinking he had fallen into the hands of desperadoes, 
jumped from the carriage and fled. We set his pack down 
by the side of the road and rode on. 

In a few minutes we came to the home. I became ac- 
quainted with the family, and was given some of Mr. Savage's 
clothes to wear. That night I slept in a little white bed in 
the front room — a bed which I knew the old man never used, 
and I wondered as to how it would stand my weight. I raised 
up the front window, as it was warm, and retired. 

Late in the night I felt that something had exploded, 
and when I was awake enough I felt myself struggling to keep 
from falling. I realized at once that several slats had broken. 

In the other rooms there was indeed a commotion. The 
family were running screaming from the house crying, "Rob- 
ber! Robber!" 

In a few minutes I was the only one in the house. I was 
just about recovered from the excitement, and was now fully 
dressed, when two officers came rushing in the door and or- 
dered me to come along. I tried to explain, but they would 
not listen. So I was unceremoniously ushered away. Where 


Savage was I did not know. God's curse was surely upon me]:. 
I felt that I could not escape it. 

I was locked up in the little town jail, and the next day 
people came in streams to see "the robber who had done so 
much mischief in the neighborhood." Oh, if I had just turned 
the other cheek I would have been spared all this! Where on 
earth was Savage? I felt that the limit of my endurance- 
was almost reached when my friend came in and identified 
me and verified my story. I was then set free. A train was 
to leave in twenty minutes for my destination, and I de- 
termined to catch it if I had to run all the way. But Savage 
soon had nis carriage ready, and, after many regrets from his 
family, we hurried off for the station and arrived just as the 
train was pulling in. After thanking my friend for his kind- 
ness, and after his expressing his regrets, I boarded. 

In half an hour we came to the camp grounds, and whom 
should I see first but my darling Mary? I saw her before she 
saw me, and there were tears in her eyes. As I came down 
the steps she cried: 

"Oh, my little darling! Can it be true?" 

"What, dear?" 

"That you have fallen in love with a tall, dark, black- 
eyed woman. I heard you were calling her 'dear' at the train 
yesterday morning. And then when you didn't come here yes- 
terday ! Oh, my little darling!" She was still weeping. 

I looked into her blue eyes and said: 

"Do you remember, 'He that followeth after me and 
doeth my work will be persecuted of men'?" 

She understood. 

J. W. Crisler. 



With pleasing doubt and anxious bliss, 
My mind divided, stricken thro', 

Revolves the sweet hypothesis: 

If you were I, and I were you. 

Thro' all the realms of College lore. 
Some sure conclusion I pursue; 

The question vexes more and more; 
If you were I, and I were you. 

In chemistry no help I find: 

Its sage discussions give no clew; 

The thought persistent racks my mind: 
If you were I, and I were you. 

The languages all likewise fail, — 

Greek, Latin, French, and German, too, 

To solve the riddle nought avails: 
If you were I, and I were you. 

The 'ologies, Ge — Soci — Bi — 

And economics old and new. 

With Delphic vagueness make reply: 
"If you were I, and I were you!" 

Stern mathematics answers me. 
Your supposition can't be true; 

What would become of Q. E. D., 
If U were I, and I were U? 

In blank despair I beg and pray, 

0, Saccharissa, SalHe, Sue! 
How would you feel, what would you say. 
If you were I, and I were you? 
R. S. V. P. A Soph in Doubt. 



"Will you gentlemen please make less noise?" said Mrs. 
S. , the librarian. 

This hushed the moving of feet and chairs on the floor, 
and the crackle of the papers and magazines of the reading 
room. All eyes were turned to the offender, for to speak in 

the library was an unpardonable offense. Mrs. S turned 

and walked slowly back toward the desk, thinking "What 
will I do?" for she had promised the house maid she would be 
back at three, and it would never do to leave the library in 
charge of any one in the reading rooms, even if some of them 
were Seniors — she had already tried this before. "But here 
comes Miles, whom I know will keep order," thought she as 
an old trustworthy Senior came through the front door of the 

"Will you please keep the Ubrary for me a few minutes, 
Mr. Miles?" 

"Yes'm, with delight." 

So he went back behind the desk, where all longed to go 
because it looked from the outside so much like going behind 

the cashier's window of a bank. Mrs. S put on her cloak 

and passed out of the library. 

Mrs. S had barely gotten out of sight when Miles 

heard a noise of whispering and moving about in both boys' 
and girls' reading rooms. Looking up he saw mischief on 
the boys' faces and turning to the girls he caught a similar 
expression on theirs. 

Before the venerable old Miles could get them to think 
once of the hbrary regulations, all of them, both girls and 
boys, were in the alcoves hunting mischief of any kind, even 
going so far as to look in Mrs. S 's sewing bag. 

Soon all of them, including Miles, the hbrarian pro tem, 
were having what they called, "a good time in the library". 
Quick as a flash, Marvin thought of the elevator which was 
used to haul old magazines and books down to the cellar. 


''What a swell thing it would be to take a ride up and down," 
flashed through his mind. So up the elevator window went 
and in hopped Marvin who, in a half minute, was puUing him- 
self down, almost believing he was making a descent from 
the top of a "New York sky scraper." After going down, 
down, down to the bottom, he came up to see if he had not 
created more laughter than any of the rest. As he drew him- 
self before the window, just ready to come out, Thomas and 
Tilman ran to the window jerking it down, almost striking 
his head, and as well as he could see the other boys and girls 
were getting out just as fast as possible and making as little 
noise as they could. Marvin lowered himself and peeped 
through under the window, and sure enough there was Mrs. 

S already back. What in the word would he do, for if 

she caught him in the elevator he would surely be reported to 

the president for misconduct in the library. Mrs. S slowly 

pulled off her cloak, placed it on a chair and walked over to the 
elevator window. 

"Oh, what shall I do to be saved?" thought Marvin, 
trembUng from head to foot. 

She took hold of the window as if to raise it; but, no, 
it was held by much stronger hands than hers. 

She turned, and went to the reading room where Miles 
and all the rest were very hard at work with their lessons. 

"Mr. Miles, what is up?" 

"Nothing; it has just gone down." 

"Well, what has been taking place over there in the 

"Descensions and ascensions." 

She walked with a quick step back to the elevator window 
and to her surprise when she attempted to raise it, the mysteri- 
ous hand hadrel eased its hold and up flew the window at a 
touch. But the elevator was at the bottom and the ropes 
were still shaking. 

"There must be some one in it," thought she. "But if 


there is he will have to come up after a while for the lower win- 
dow is fastened down, so I will wait and catch him." 

Mrs. S waited in vain, for "necessity is the mother of 

invention." The next hour found Marvin in the chemical 
laboratory enveloped in the fumes of H^-S forgetful of the 
recent excitement. 



Whereas, It has pleased God in His wise providence to 
remove by death our honored friend and colleague, Dr. J. 
A. Moore, and 

Whereas, The passing of a life so long associated with 
ours and so large and useful as his calls for some expression 
of appreciation on our part, therefore be it 

Resolved, By the Faculty of Millsaps College: 

First. That we bow in submission to the will of God, 
believing that He does not willingly afflict His people, and 
that in this, as in every dispensation of His providence, how- 
ever grievous at the time. His goodness and loving kindness 
will one day be made to appear. 

Second. That we count ourselves honored in having 
enjoyed for years an intimate daily association with one whom 
we have found so noble in purpose, so pure in principle, so 
single minded, kind, and true in all the social and official re- 
lations between him and us. 

Third. That in Dr. Moore we recognized a teacher of 
eminent qualifications for his special work, a man who stood 
always and everywhere without faltering for the right as he 
was given to see the right, and a Christian who adorned the 
doctrine of God our Savior. 

Fourth. That the life of Dr. Moore was a positive force 
in the educational work of our State and of our Church and 
his death a loss that will not soon be supplied. 


Fifth. That our deepest sympathy goes out and is hereby 
expressed for those in his home who are so sadly bereaved. 

Sixth, That these resolutions be spread on the minutes 
of the Faculty and that a copy be furnished to the Millsaps^ 
Collegian and to the New Orleans Christian Advocate, and 
also that a copy be sent to the family of Dr. Moore. 


J. M. Sullivan, 
J. E. Walmsley, 
April 14, 1908. Committee. 

Whereas, Our All-wise Heavenly Father has chosen, 
to send the black-robed Angel of Death into our midst to 
take away the great spirit of our beloved teacher and elder 
brother, Dr. J. A. Moore; and 

Whereas, We, having known him as an able teacher,^ 
a strong man, whose lofty ideals and unswerving purpose,, 
uprightness of character and devotion to duty has been an 
inspiration to all who have sat at his feet, be it 

Resolved, That we, the students of Millsaps College, 
bowing in humble submission to Him who doeth all things 
well, do reverently mourn the inestimable loss of our good 
friend and honored teacher; 

Resolved, That we extend to his devoted family and 
loved ones in this their time of sorrow and grief, our deepest 
heartfelt sympathy; 

Resolved, That a copy of this feeble expression of our 
love and respect be furnished the stricken family, the Millsaps- 
Collegian, and the College Annual. 


Bessie Huddleston, 

D. T. Ruff, 




It was the afternoon of the first day of April. Dr. Price 
had finished writing questions on the long black-board at one 
end of his lecture room and had taken his seat on the rostrum. 

Every man of us Sophomores was busy with the task at 
hand, a chemistry test. For about fifteen minutes all had 
been quiet, when presently there was a rap on the door. The 
Doctor answered, and we could hear him as he talked with 
some one just outside. Soon he re-entered the room, and 
mounting the rostrum, said: "Attention, please! I will have 
to dismiss the class and go look after my little boy. He has 
not returned home from school. The class is dismissed." 
Having said this, the Doctor hastily left the room with a look 
of anxious concern upon his face. 

If I may not say that we Sophomores were gratified at 
the turn things had taken, we were at least in no melancholy 
mood as we rushed out of Science Hall and dispersed, some 
of us turning to the right, and some to the left as we went to 
our respective boarding places. Few of us felt that there were 
any grounds for uneasiness for the Doctor's boy. 

I went to my room arm-in-arm with Frank Henry, my 
closest chum. Frank boarded in town, a mile and a half 
from the College, but he spent a goodly part of his time with 
me in my room in the dormitory. As we walked along the 
following conversation ensued between us: 

"What do you suppose has happened to the Doctor's 
kid?" asked Frank. 

"0, I suppose he is playing along the way like you and 
I used to do when we were his age," I answered. 

"I hope that is true," said Frank, "but I can't help feel- 
ing uneasy about him when I think how the crimes committed 
by those 'black hand' devils have been increasing of late. 
I saw an account in the morning's paper of where, in the 
southern part of the state, a child had been stolen and a de- 
mand for several thousand dollars made for its safe return. 


I guess if there are any of the 'Black Hands' in this city the 
Doctor's money appeals to them. Eh, Tom!" 

"Well, I should say!" I replied, and giving Frank a mis- 
chievous look, added: 

"By the way, old fellow, don't you suppose that the Doc- 
tor's money might be made to account for a part of your af- 
fection for his daughter?" 

Frank blushed deeply, for he was one among the many 
who had fallen a victim to this fair young Co-ed's charms;, 
but he was game and not very easily teased. 

"0, you can knock me," he answered, '"but you know 
that deep down in your heart you can't blame me for loving 
that girl. Now, honest, can you, Tom?" 

I answered, "No;" for really I couldn't; and here we 
dropped the conversation for by this time we had reached 
my room. Tossing our books aside, we were soon into our 
base ball clothes and away to the athletic park where, for 
a while, we forgot every thing else in our enthusiasm for 
the game. 

About sundown we again arrived at the dormitory and 
learned there, to our surprise and sorrow, that Rupert Price 
had not been found. The police had searched the town and 
a neighboring swamp, but no trace of him could be found. 
Mrs. Price and Dorothy were said to be so stricken with grief 
that they were inconsolable. How Frank and I, and the rest 
of the fellows did wish there was something we could do to 
help! But as there wasn't, the alternative was simply to 
wait and to hope that everything would turn out alright. 

It was almost dark when Frank left the dormitory for 
town, nevertheless he decided not to take a car. He had 
seldom ridden since the base ball season opened, and had found 
that the walks to and from town kept him in good trim for 
base ball. His way led by Dr. Price's home, and as he passed 
by he paused. Amid moans and sobs, he could hear Mrs. 
Price cry out repeatedly in bitter anguish: "0, my baby, 
my little baby boy! Can't some one find my baby?" He 


x^ould hear Dorothy crying, too. How it pierced his very 
heart. Some good ladies were trying to comfort them; but 
Prank knew well, and painful the knowledge was to him, 
that for them there would be no surcease of sorrow until the 
"kid" was found. When he passed on tears were in his eyes, 
and a prayer was on his lips: "Lord, help me, or some of the 
men, to find the kid to-night." 

Afterwards when Frank looked back over the events of 
that night and remembered the words of prayer that he had 
uttered, he was sure that his faith was pretty weak when he 
uttered them. But who can blame him if he had doubts as 
to whether his prayer would be answered? The probabilities 
were certainly against its being answered. The fact that no 
-trace of the lost boy had been found led to the conclusion that 
he had been stolen. If this conclusion were true it was cer- 
4;ainly not probable that one wary enough to kidnap the boy 
was so stupid as to allow him to be re-taken that night. But 
if Frank's faith was weak, to balance this he had one strong 
point: He was in earnest about the prayer that he made, 
and would have risked his own Hfe quickly enough to bring 
about an answer to it. When he had passed the Doctor's 
several hundred yards, he sat down on the grass beside the 
street to think, reluctant simply to go to his room and await 
developments, yet totally at a loss to know what he could do 
that would be of any avail. 

While we leave Frank thus meditating, I must enlighten 
the readers of this story a bit with respect to the mysterious 
disappearance of Rupert Price. About a half mile from the 
public school building, in the direction of the college, was a 
.small shop not much larger than an electric street car where, 
for some months, . a dark-skinned, black -eyed Italian had 
been keeping a fruit stand. Rupert, as he passed here daily, 
going to and from school, had attracted this Italian who, 
having found out who the boy was, had watched eagerly, 
yet warily, for a chance to take him without being seen. Final- 
-ly his opportunity had come, and the very simplicity of his 


tactics had saved him from suspicion. Having seized Rupert, 
he had hastily put a handkerchief in his mouth, tied him "hog 
fashion," and placed him in a chest in the rear end of his shop. 
Then he had carelessly resumed his duties, expecting to fur- 
ther his plans by carrying Rupert to the "Italian Quarters" 
that night when he went to supper. 

How long Frank sat there on the grass beside the side- 
walk he was afterwards unable to say. So burdened was 
his mind that he was heedless of the passing time. He watched 
the new moon rise and, with something of satisfaction, saw 
the clouds shut out her rays from the earth. A bright night 
would be almost mockery, thought he, when so many hearts 
are sad. His reverie was at last interrupted by approaching 
footsteps. The figure of a man carrying something on his 
back could be dimly discerned coming up the sidewalk. Frank 
decided to lay quietly by and escape the observation of the 
passer-by, and would have succeded in doing so had not some- 
thing unexpected happened. 

As has been stated above, it was the first day of April. 
Some mischievious boy had, for a fool's day trick, placed on a 
rail across the walk just a few feet beyond where Frank had 
turned aside on the grass. The passing man, when almost 
opposite Frank, tripped over this rail, and fell sprawUng, 
losing, as he fell, his hold on the sack he was carrying. Frank 
sprang to his feet in utter surprise and, simultaneously with 
his getting up, the clouds shifted a bit and the silver rays 
of the moon illumined the scene. For a brief second he 
glanced at what was before him: the dark figure of a man 
lying at full length, and to one side, a small boy bound so 
securely that he could hardly wiggle. Instantly the situa- 
tion dawned upon him and he emitted a yell for aid. The 
amazed Italian, probably thinking that he had been waylaid, 
was no sooner down than up; but before he could make away 
Frank had siezed him. For a moment they grappled together, 
but Frank was no match for his opponent. The Italian threw 


him — threw him hard on the concrete pavement. That was 
the last he remembered. 

When he awoke, he was in bed. Involuntarily he put his 
hand to his head. "What hurt's you?" a sweet voice asked. 
He opened his eyes and saw a face he had often seen in his 
dreams. It was Dorothy Price's. "My head," he answered. 
Then he remembered it all. 

"Did they catch the man?" he asked. 

"Yes, he is safe in jail," she replied. "The policemen came 
up just in time to save you. You were awfully brave." 

Ford Bufkin. 


Professor (to anxious Co-ed, applying for Freshman class) — 
Now, Miss Sallie, what degree do you apply for? 

Anxious Co-ed — Well, Professor, I am not particular; 
but I think I should prefer an M. A. — in Law. 

— "R." 


J The Millsaps Collegian f 

X Vol. 10. Jackson, Miss., April-May 1908. No. 7. ^ 

Published Monthly by the Students of Millsaps College. 

C. Hascal Kirkland Editor-in-Chief 

J. C. RoussEAUx Associate Editor 

Thos. L. Bailey Local Editor 

Bessie Huddleston Literary Editor 

Jeff Collins Alumni Editor 

W. A. Welch Y. M. C. A. Editor 

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R. J. MuLLiNS, W. P. Moore Assistant Business Managers 

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In the March issue of The Collegian 
Y. M. C. A. there occurred an article setting forth the 

BUILDING. need for a new gymnasium. The writer gave 
a clear statement of the case and made a 
strong appeal for the erection of such a building. The article 
was so well fitted to speak the sentiment of the student body 
that it was given a place in the Editorial columns. During 


the past few weeks there has been considerable agitation for 
new and better quarters for the Young Men's Christian Asso- 
ciation. The present Hall is neat and fairly well able to meet 
the present demands of the Association. But many leading 
men feel that the time is here for the Association to take a 
more active part in the affairs of College life. There is some 
strong conviction that the erection of a building to be entirely 
controlled by the Association would greatly increase the use- 
fulness of this great force on the campus. 

Under these circumstances we come with the proposition 
that the Athletic Association and the Young Men's Christian 
Association join hands in the move for better supplying the 
needs of the two institutions. There can be no objection 
to having the "Gym" form a part of the greater whole on the 
part of the athletic enthusiast. The Y. M. C. A. would not 
hesitate to accept the responsibility for it is committed to the 
care of the body as well as the mind and spirit. Certainly 
the plan is expedient for the two forces united would form a 
more aggressive campaigning force than either alone. So 
with the purposes harmonized, and the forces combined why 
should we not launch a campaign on this broad basis and 
unite our efforts so as to secure its success? 

The thing can be done, but it is easier said than done. 
Certain conditions must be met before it will be done. There- 
fore we suggest a note of warning to the student body as well 
as the leaders of the movement. The plans must be wisely 
laid and success should be assured before the real campaign 
is opened. Some man must see the end, complete the work 
from its earliest conception to the successful administration of 
the Association before the effort is made to begin the structure. 
So let us consider the questions to be settled and the dangers 
to be met. 

Do we really want such a building? If so, how much are 
we willing to sacrifice for the cause? This must be settled 
before another step can be taken. It is absolutely foolish to 
force such an enterprise on an unappreciative student body. 


Of course we would be willing to accept such a gift from an 
Aladdin; but the days of good Haroun Alraschid are no more. 
There is many a rub other than the rub of a magic lamp be- 
fore great things are accomplished in this age of ours. 

Is there really a need for such a thing? Our present Hall 
is not too small for the ordinary meeting of the Association. 
But it is replied that the plan is looking to the demands of 
the Association in years to come, when it has grown. Then 
we ask if we are assured that the Association would grow to 
meet the demands and really use the building to advantage? 
If there is no real need it is better not to have it for there can 
be much more real spirit of the Master grown in a small hall, 
neatly kept, than in a "Great Temple" so poorly cared for 
that its appearance would be distasteful to the average student. 
Would the erection of such a building sufficiently strengthen 
the Association that it could look after the spiritual needs of 
the campus, giving attention to all the new phases of its work 
and then find the ability to manage an entire building? In 
other words, are we ready to support a Secretary who will be 
demanded as a manager of the building and leader of the As- 
sociation? Moreover, have we the requisite number of men 
so wrapped up in this work that they will inform themselves 
on every piont concerning the matter and dedicate themselves 
to the finishing of the undertaking, hard as it may be? 

Let us consider these questions and if they can be answered 
favorably, then we are ready to plan the campaign and start 
the movement which will result in great good to the College. 
We only hope that these questions propounded may be of ser- 
vice in enabling the first steps to be taken in the right direction 
so that well begun may indeed prove half done. 

If we need it and want it, we can get it. If we are willing 
to pay the price and meet the conditions it will be done. The 
Faculty will co-operate with us, and we can depend on the 
public-spirited men to support a good thing if they are assured 
that it will succeed and result in strengthening the forces of 
the Right. The responsibility rests with us. Have we the 
mettle to try? Let us think on these things. 


"So many worlds, so much to do, 
DR. J. A. MOORE, So little done, such things to be, 
AN APPRECIATION. How know I what had need of thee 

For thou wert kind as thou wert true."" 

This tribute to his lamented friend by England's great 
laureate comes easily to mind in view of the recent death of 
Dr. J. A. Moore, our honored Professor of Mathematics. We 
cannot conceive of him otherwise than as filUng the right place 
and doing with his might the right thing in whatever sphere 
God may have called him. Like a true Wesleyan he was 
"never unemployed, never triflingly employed." So single 
was his aim in life, so constant his devotion to duty, and 
withal so unique was his personality that he is become an inte- 
gral part of the history of Millsaps College. In an important 
sense it may be said that he was the founder of our Depart- 
ment of Mathematics, for while not one of the original Faculty, 
he signed the diplomas of our first graduating class, and left 
the impress of his strong individuality upon their successors, 
for a period of nearly fourteen years. 

The ordinary terms of obituary writing would not be ap- 
propriate in this appreciation of our subject. To say that a 
figure long familiar upon our campus and in our college halls, 
has disappeared; that a teacher of rare equipment and distin- 
guished service has been lost to the educational work of our 
State and Church; that the voice of a faithful minister of the 
Gospel has been hushed in death; that a kind neighbor, a true 
friend, a good citizen, a devoted husband, a wise and 
tender father has ceased to live, would all be true; 
but those who knew Dr. Moore well would hardly think of 
these things as necessary to be said; they fall naturally into 
the scheme of a life like his. 

It would be in doubtful taste, however the facts might 
justify it, to speak in terms of fulsome praise concerning one 
whose dominant characteristics were simpUcity and exactness. 
And yet he will, in college tradition, be always associated with 
the loved and rememberable teachers, real or imaginary,. 


that are met with in our reading of English or other Hteratures. 
He was not Dr. Arnold, but Dr. Arnold himself had no greater 
gift of rectitude, no loftier standard of life, personal or pro- 
fessional, than he: he was not a counterpart of the master we 
read of in "The Deserted Village", and yet Goldsmith's genial 
dominie inspired no truer devotion, no more loyal admiration 
than did Dr. Moore among those who from time to time came 
under his tuition. 

From the equation of his life, however, we must eliminate 
the foibles of the village savant. Somehow college ingenuity 
invented no nick-name for him, and it is worthy of note that 
the most rollicking mood of the college wit never attributed 
to him anything that was little or low. In the school room, 
on the campus, on duty or at leisure he was always the same; 
kind, earnest, dignified, simple, candid, a man who knew 
what he thought and meant what he said. 

The limit assigned us leaves no room for detailed account 
of his boyhood and student life or of his services in the ministry 
and in the several schools in which he taught. His later ca- 
reer is thus summarized in our college catalogue: "A. B. 
Southern University 1880, and A. M. 1887, Member of Alabama 
Conference 1881-94, and of Mississippi since 1894; Professor 
of Mathematics, Southern University, 1883-1894; Ph.D., Illinois 
Wesley an University 1888". To this may be added Professor 
of Mathematics in Millsaps College 1894-1908. 

The filling of this outline can be taken for granted. It 
was a typical American life, one fully possible in no other land 
than ours. A brave, ambitious, single-minded country boy, 
inspired by high ideals steadfastly adhered to, grew normally 
into the successful college student, the faithful pastor, the 
accomplished teacher, the honest, honored, trustworthy man. 

Special mention should be made of Dr. Moore as a Christian. 
In this character, though skeptical to the last degree in matters 
of science, his faith was like that of a little child. To him 
God's Word was the Word of God, authoritative and final; 


the cardinal doctrines of Christianity were sacred truths, not 
mere questions for debate. 

A peculiar interest attaches to the judgment passed by 
a student body upon a teacher whom they have known for 
many years. An occasional lapse may provoke passing crit- 
icism, a peculiarity of dress, or speech or manner may challenge 
college caricature, and both may express themselves in ex- 
travagant ways, but in the long run he who stands the test 
of college scrutiny and receives the stamp of college approval, 
may be trusted anywhere. 

Before this court Dr. Moore stands unimpeached, and 
the college verdict is: "Mark the perfect man and behold the 
upright, for the end of that man is peace". In the keeping^ 
of this court his good name will be secure, and none the less 
if judgment should be rendered in terms he used so often, 
and he should be remembered among us as one whose char- 
acter was a "constant" in all manly virtue, and his Ufe an "in- 
creasing variable" whose "limit" was "the measure of the 
stature and fullness of Christ." 

In any event, while Millsaps College stands, the memory 
of Dr. Moore will be honored and revered. In the hearts 
of his old pupils he will have his own place always, and in 
College tradition he will stand out a figure clear, distinct in every 
lineament; himself "to the finger tip", not "Lancelot nor 

Only for a time, then no more ! There 
REGARD is a tinge of sadness in the last farewell. 

EN ARRIERE. Yet the law of change demands that we 
play our brief part, then pass off the 
stage in favor of a successor. Especially is this true of college 
life. We are in one position for such a brief time we scarcely 
fit the harness when we are called to move into another sphere 
of action. Sadder still is the thought that our alma mater 
is turning us loose to make our way as best we can through 
the wide cold world. But the shadows of sorrow fade from 


view, and we catch a gleam of a greater school, a preparation 
for a larger life, when we go out to fight our battles under the 
guide and inspiration of the great visions we have seen. Whether 
or not we count for much in the world we can be sure that 
the world is yet looking for a man, and that we will be received 
in the ratio with which we measure up to the standard. 
Thus it is with sadness we leave; with gladness we go. 
But we loathe to leave the scene of precious memories without 
giving expression to the thoughts and emotion with which 
we go. Life on the campus is never one continuous song; 
discord often takes the place of harmony. Yet so far as we 
have seen ther is much of joy to Uttle of sorrow. Our teachers 
and fellows have ever been ready to recognize the good and 
slow to critcize the fault. Fortunate do we count ourselves 
that our virtues are magnified and our vices diminished. 
We have tried to do our part, "to pluck a thistle and plant a 
rose" at every opportunity, but how often have we parted. 
Many times what we had thought was best, we sadly found 
was bad. Then deeper is our gratitude that we have been 
judged by our aspirations rather than our accomplishments. 
With all in the past we now record our thanks for the honors 
unworthily bestowed, and for the enthusiastic co-operation 
on the part of the student body which in a very great degree 
was responsible for whatever success has come from our labors. 
But above all else are we thankful for the good will that has 
lightened our labors, made pleasant our duties, rendering 
the years of college life so delightful, enriched with the wealth 
of sympathetic fellowship. 

Just as we go to press, the campus is 

A "WORD OF saddened to learn of the death of the loving 

SYMPATHY, and faithful wife of Major R. W. Millsaps 

through whose beneficent gifts, our beloved 

College had its origin. The devotion of Major Millsaps to the 

College of his name, the open and free manner in which he 



has contributed to its needs, his great philanthropic heart, 
and untiring interest in education have not failed to make a 
deep and lasting impression upon College Ufe. So closely has 
he been drawn to us both by his personal touch and 
by his devout interest in the life and progress of the 
College, that as a student body, we feel the profoundest 
sympathy for him. Therefore we gladly use The Collegian 
in giving some expression to our grief, and the sympathy deep 
and heartfelt toward him in this his hour of grief. 


T. L. BAILEY, Editor. ^ 

NOTE. — The Editor would gratefully appreciate anything of interest 
so please don't hesitate to report the news to him. 

. • Police! ! ! ! 

[ • It's almost ended.! 

Mr. Chas. L. Neill was a recent visitor to the campus. 

Messrs. Applewhite and L. M. Jones attended the State 
Sunday School Convention at Greenwood, on April 28th. 

D. TJiomas Ruff has been selected Principal of Camden 
High School. We congratulate the people of Camden on their 
selection. "Tom" has borne worthily every duty thrust upon 
him while in College, and we feel that his future will be no 
exception to his past. 

At a recent meeting of the Athletic Association the fol- 
lowing officers were elected: President, J. M. Guinn; Vice 
President, Thomas Stennis; Secretary and Treasurer, Dr. 
J. E. Walmsley; Base ball Manager, A. B. Clark; Football 
Manager, R. 0. Jones; Basket-ball Manager, J. M. Guinn. 


At this meeting the President appointed a committee to raise 
money, by subscriptions, from the student body, to pay a 
part of the salary of the Coach of the Baseball Team. It is 
very important that all students subscribe something. The 
Collegian has aided you in your fight for Athletics and hopes 
to see you show your appreciation of Athletics by liberally 
subscribing when the Committee visits you. Just think, 
how much was that "2-1" worth to you? 

One of our number was very unfortunate this year in that 
he got some zeroes, being unable to prepare his lessons while 
<3utting "wisdom" teeth. 

There are some of the students who have not subscribed 
for the "Annual". We would urge upon them the supreme 
importance of securing a copy before they go home. You 
may not know it, but in the long summer months, it will prove 
to be your nearest companion. Take a copy, if you can get it, 
and you'll see that we are right. 

Not long since the Faculty and those of the students who 
appreciate oratory assembled in the Chapel to hear the Fresh- 
men speak. After an hour's entertainment, covering a range 
of subjects from the time when the injunction, "Let there be 
light" was uttered, to the present day, the Faculty authorized 
Messrs. Anderson, Beasley, Boutwell, Bingham, Cooper, Glass, 
Savage and Wimberly to contest for the Millsaps declamation 

The Literary Societies have installed the following officers 
for the fourth term: Galloway — President, W. A. Welch; 
Vice-President, J. A. Alford; Secretary, W. F. Roberts; Assis- 
tant Secretary, Rufus Benton Alexander. Lamar— President, 
C. H. Kirkland; Vice-President, Robert J. Mullins; Secretary, 
€. E. Johnson. 


Several of the students attended the recent anniversary 
exercises at Clinton. They report that they were highly en- 
tertained, and that everything at our sister institution is on 
the boom. 

The entire student body has been deeply affected by the 
loss of two of its dearest and most highly esteemed friends 
Dr. Jas. A. Moore, and Mrs. R. W. Millsaps, wife of the Founder 
of our College. 

In the early part of last session Millsaps received a chal- 
lenge from the Southern University of Greensboro, Alabama,, 
to meet them in joint debate. The challenge was promptly 
accepted and representatives of the two Literary Societies 
went to Greensboro and won the debate. The event proved 
so interesting that it was decided to have a debate each year 
On April 17th, the second annual debate occurred in the College. 
Chapel, and Messrs. Jeff Collins and J. A. Blount successfully 
defended the negative of the question, "Resolved, That Fed- 
eral Power is Unduly Increasing," 

Millsaps is indeed assuming the air of the prosperous. 
A new concrete walk has just been completed from the main 
building to the Science Hall, thence to the car line, thus giving 
an excellent walk through the entire length of the campus. 

While Millsaps is broadening and developing so rapidly, 
how about a modem Y. M. C. A. building? The erection of a 
new $25,000 building, with a modem "Gym", bath rooms, 
reading rooms, and up-to-date fixtures of every kind is the next 
step in the advancement of Millsaps. If the students will 
get busy in good earnest they can, with the assistance of our 
friends, within the short span of five years, erect it. It is not 
hard to see that such a building would greatly stimulate col- 
lege hfe with respect to moral, social, and athletic activities. 

Jesse Levi Sumrall and Sing Ung 7ung visited the southern 
part of the state recently on a lecture tour. It gives great 
pleasure to annouce that there were no fatalities. 


It is announced that the distinguished Dr. W. F. Tillett 
will preach the Commencement sermon and deUver the Bacca- 
laureate Address at the comming commencement exercises. 
Dr. Tillett is one of the Methodist Church's strongest men^ 
having been Dean of the Biblical Department at Vanderbilt 
for several years. Dr. Alonzo Monk, of Louisville, Ky., will 
preach the Y. M. C. A. sermon, and Rev. J. R. Countiss, of 
Greenville, will deliver the Alumni Address. 

Drs. Sullivan and Walmsley have been elected Vice Pres- 
ident and Secretary of the College, respectively, to succeed 
the late and lamented Dr. Moore. The students are very much 
gratified over the selection as both Dr. Sullivan and Dr. 
Walmsley are able and popular men. 

Said the Freshie to Sophie: 
"Of all the books, which would you be?" 
"Not a 'pony', I would say, 
For A. B. rides them night and day." 

Since our last issue many events of importance have 
transpired. The Literary Societies have had their anniversary 
exercises and held high their reputation as being the most 
important adjuncts of the College. The Patroits of the various 
classes have held forth, stirring the crowds and creating within 
them a new love for country. 

But the event that has aroused most enthusiasm was the 
victory over Tulane. We had expected to lose, for had not 
Tulane played with the mighty Mississippi College team? 
However, our boys went into the game with determination 
and snatched victory from the abyss of defeat. It was our 
first series of Inter-collegiate baseball, and the boys celebrated 
it in grand style, marching to the campus and singing of the 
victory to that tune of the grand old chorus, "Makes Me Love 
Everybody" and that's just about the way they felt. No one 
thing in recent years has so stimulated and strengthened 
college spirit. 


Every student will long cherish the memory of Mr. Arm- 
strong and his beneficent gift of suits for our baseball team. 
The student body, through The Collegian, thanks him and 
assures him that there will always be a warm spot in their 
hearts for him. 

For the past few years there has been a pronounced ten- 
dency to raise the standard of work in the southern colleges, 
so as to make it fully equal to that of the north. This has 
been hastened by the definition given to an institution by the 
Carnegie Institute. This presupposes entrance requirements 
of fourteen units, defining as a unit one year's high school work 
beyond the eighth grade in any subject. The faculty has 
just passed an ordinance putting Millsaps College in the front 
rank of institutions complying with these requirements. Here- 
after fourteen units will be required for entrance to either of 
the two degrees, A. B. or B. S., except that in consideration 
of the present lack of preparatory training in the state students 
for the next two years may be admitted on twelve units. 

This will, of course, give time for more thorough and 
advanced work in the college classes, so that Millsaps will 
easily maintain her leading position in accurate and pains- 
taking scholarship. 

The change in the preparatory department is most marked. 
A full year is added to its course, it is understood that an addi- 
tional professor will be employed, and we can truthfully in- 
sist that the best training school in the state is on our own 
campus. The preparatory course as now given will be an 
excellent life training for those who can not take a collegiate 
course, and will supply a felt need on the part of many. 

In this last issue of the Collegian for this session, I desire 
to thank the student body most heartily for the assistance 
they have rendered me. I hope some day to see The Colle- 
gian reckoned among the foremost college journals in the 
country. This can be realized with the proper support from 
the students. So my parting word is: Do more next year 
than you did this! By all means hlep the Local Editor by 
reminding him of jokes and local items of interest — Vale! 





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One of the most charming of modern novels, considering 
both the story and its telhng, is Harold Bell Wright's "The 
Shepherd of the Hills." Its simplicity, its freshness, its free- 
dom aUke from affectation and from so-called "spice -giving'^ 
touches, its cleanness and withal the interest of its plot, make 
it a book which might well be studied by some of our modern 
writers. While pathos is not lacking, while the usual "villain" 
is not absent, the tone of the book is that of Christian opti- 
mism, and the moving force is the power of human love. The 
influence of the pure air of Ozarks is extended by this book 
far beyond the little group of people with whom the story 
deals; the spirit of mysterious fascination and inspiration 
they have for their inhabitants has been caught by our author — 
I say caught, because he is not a native of the mountains, 
I believe — whose pen in revealing their features to us is equaled 
only by his brush. 

Some writers in dealing with this story would have gone 
to great pains to explain difi"erent points of the plot. But 
what is more simple than Daniel Howitt's appearance in the 
Ozarks, whose peaks and valleys have a deep interest for him 
because they were beloved by his dead son? What more nat- 
ural than that in this lonely region he should find his way 
to the home of the girl who had died for love of his son? This 
done, it is but a step for the cultured reader of a human flock 
to wish to spend the vacation ordered by his physician, in 
caring for the sheep of Grant Mathews, the father of the girl; 
and once within the speU of the mountains and started upon 
the work of educating Sammy Lane, to linger on and on the 


rest of his days, a single and quiet force for good among the 
<;rude people of the hills. Even the return to the mountains 
of the Shepherd's son, (who was not dead at all) and his un- 
.suspected presence in the hills where his sweetheart lived 
and died — this point over which another novelist would have 
wasted paragraphs of justification — is explained so simply 
in a few words of their own, that it would not occur to the 
average reader that he could have done anything but return 
and live in concealment. It is this lack of effort in ascribing 
motives to the characters that is one of the excellences of 
'The Shepherd of the Hills." 

The evolution of Sammy Lane from a specimen of per- 
fect physical animal to a "real lady" is a specimen of "Dad 
Howitt's work which we follow with keen interest. Her 
progress seems a little rapid sometimes, but the psychological 
processes involved are true. The conception of Sammy is 
excellent, as is also that of her "Daddy Jim" and of Grant 
Mathews and his wife, "Aunt Mollie" and son "Young Matt." 
It is in the idiot Pete, however, that the author shows his or- 
iginality. This delicate -faced boy who seems to possess two 
selves, whose quaint talk of God and intimate acquaintance 
with the "flower -things' and the "shadow -things" make him 
seem akin to all of these, is an ideal creation of great skill. 
Though he is in no sense the hero of the story it is in his unique 
figure that the chief interest is centered. 

There is nothing in "The Shepherd of the Hills" to make 
it live, perhaps, but it is second proof that the author of "The 
Printer of Udell" is a delightful story-teller as well as a land- 
jscape painter. 




JEFF COLLINS, Editor. TOM STENNIS, Acting Editor. ^ 

To many of our students it is a matter of surprise much 
that there are located in Jackson such a comparatively small 
number of Alumni of this College. A boy might enter this 
institution and remain here four years without ever learning 
that Jackson contains more than one or two men who have 
received diplomas from Millsaps. This should not be the 
case we know, for as our College is located in this town it should 
contain more of her graduates than any other town in the State. 
And it does, but for some reason those Millsaps men who have 
settled in Jackson have, to a great extent, forgotten us. Of 
course there are many in town who still feel interested in us 
at times, but we fear that only a small per cent, of them are 
filled with the feeling of loyalty and enthusiasm which should 
cause every graduate of Millsaps to work earnestly for the 
advancement and growth of his alma mater. 

Is this our fault? As students in a College such as ours, 
situated in a town the size of Jackson, we do not find it as 
easy to meet and become acquainted with our predecessors 
as we would like for it to be. It may be that we do not offer 
the proper inducements for others to come out on the campus 
and be with us sometimes, but we do the best we can. 

We have some in town who have not forgoteen the many 
pleasures which they experienced while in College and who 
are often seen strolling along the paths where in years that 
are past they pored over "Analit" and tansalated passages 
from Homer and Euripedes, or, as the case may be, where 
they concocted schemes by which they could raise poultry 
or ring the Chapel bell without being caught. One who visits 
the campus regularly is John B. Ricketts, '05, who is at pres- 
ent one of the most enterprising young lawyers in Jackson. 


He is rapidly making a name for himself of which any of u& 
might well be envious. Notwithstanding the fact that his 
time is pretty well taken up with his extensive law practice 
he is seen on the campus nearly every week and mingles with 
us just as if he was still in College. 

Another Millsaps man who is becoming recognized as a 
power in the business and social circles in Jackson is Felix 
E. Gunter, '03. Gunter is at present agent for the Penn 
Mutual Life Insurance Company, an i in that position he has 
no superior, and few equals. He made quite a reputation 
as an insurance agent even before he left College, but the 
success he achieved then is as nothing when compared with 
what he has since accomplished. Though Gunter is a busy 
business man he is never so rushed as to neglect an opportunity 
to help our College enterprises whenever possible. He is ever 
a liberal subscriber to our magazines and always has a good- 
sized "ad" in our College publications. We understand that 
Gunter has tired of "single blessedness" and has taken unto 
himself a wife. 'Tis needless to say that every Millsaps man 
wishes him well in this matrimonial venture. 

The programme for the State Teachers' Association has 
notice that Wirt Williams, '07, will deliver an address before 
that body on, "How to Teach a Country School." This is 
is quite an honor for one who has been out of College just 
one year. 

Rev, J. L. Neill, '06, was on the campus for a few days 
recently. He is at present pastor of the Methodist church 
at Pass Christian. 

C. L. Neill and John Carlton, '07, were in Jackson on 
the fourth and fifth of April. We understand that Carlton 
will be with us next session as a member of the Law class. 

Hon. Joe Baker was shaking hands with his friends herer 
a few days ago. 



Sam M. Graham, '05, who has just finished the course 
given in our Law Department, has located in Meridian, Miss., 
where he will practice his chosen profession. 

E. B. Allen, '05, who has been teaching at Auburn, Mis- 
sissippi, was on the campus not long since. Allen has many 
friends among us who are always glad to see him. 

Talmage V. Simmons, '05, visited his friends on the campus 
a few weeks ago. Simmons is regarded as one of the most 
promising young salesmen in Missississippi. 

Harvey Bullock, '07, came over from Morton to hear the 
debate between the Southern University and Millsaps. 

George M. Beaver, one of the most popular members 
of our law class of 1906-1907, was with us for a short time 
in the first week of April. "The Judge" is practicing law at 
Newton, Mississippi and seems to be making quite a success. 


^ J. C. E.OTJSSEAXJX, Editor. ^ 

Criticism is the salt of literature: it permeates each par- 
agraph, modifies the most delicately woven lines of thought, 
makes clear the spirit and atmosphere of composition, and 
goes so far as to change the minutest detail of language con- 
struction. Nor is it untrue in its mission and unlike good 
salt in its effects. The natural preservative of meats is salt: 
it permeates every crevice, touches every fibre, and preserves 
every molecule. The critic with his wondrous preservative 
of literature enters the packing-room. Behold before him 
the many meats: some the flesh of birds, some of fishes, others 
of beasts, and still others of venomous reptiles and poisonous 


dragons. What a mighty inspector is this critic, he who 
carries the salt -bag of his criticisms! Need he fear the world 
because he is in the vocation of separating the good from the 
evil? Thank Heaven's Nay! There still remain those 
who know the good, eatable, substantial flesh of birds, of 
fishes, and of animals from the bad, sin-stained, poisonous 
flesh of snakes, of scorpions, and of dragons. To him who 
belongs to this company assorting, selecting, purifying, en- 
nobling and preserving the nourishable flesh of good literature 
all honor is due. Well might he labor on; for if he denounce 
the many poisonous productions and salt down with his crit- 
icisms the many good publications, he performs in his sac- 
rifice for the future a service inestimable for mankind. 

And is it not noticeable that salt can preserve only dead 
flesh? How it stings, how it pains the living flesh! During 
the life time of a great writer no one can know the many pangs 
that may have come to him through a seemingly adverse 
criticism. How sensitive was Tennyson to the salt of crit- 
icism! May it not have been another reason added to his 
aversion of society that caused him to be a recluse? A sting 
makes one rub the affected spot; so criticism makes writers 
rub more effort into their work towards perfection. But salt 
preserves dead flesh. Ah! how often it has been the case that 
a truly great writer has risen and men have not recognized 
him till after he has been long departed to the land of spirits, 
men begin discussing his work and holding him out to view 
until by the opinions and criticisms advanced the true genius 
has been shown. Thus it is that the salt of criticism has pre- 
served for posterity valuable possessions of literature. 

Can we, in view of these considerations, hope for any 
higher attainment for our College Magazines than the posses- 
sion of literary merit? 

A publication which we take great pleasure in reviewing 
is the March issue of the "Andrew College Journal" which is 


neatly bound and has the college colors in an attractive pennant 
on the front. The magazine is well edited and has 
Andrew a great variety and quantity of material. The 
College exhortation of the Exchange Department we shall 
Journal, try to follow and shall later take note to see if what 
is preached is also practiced. The editorials are 
all upon live topics except one and that is "Spring Laziness." 
The editor recommends work as the panacea for all ills, "spring 
laziness" included. The attention is drawn well to one's 
use of slang and incorrect language. But the best editorial 
is "Sympathy in the School Room." Here the writer leaves 
valuable suggestions together with a good definition of sym- 
pathy and a statement of its results. 

" 'Tis Spring," a good attempt at verse, gives the at- 
mosphere of the spring time. The best stroke is "Feathered 
Folk," though the young poet takes great liberty in making 
birds people — it is easily allowable on the ground of "poetic 
license." We should like to criticize the doctrine that love 
is the truest in Spring. We wonder if it is not truest in win- 
ter's icy season when by sacrifices and suffering provision is 
made for the "lesser man." We think that "Spring" as a 
poem surpasses the one just mentioned. The remaining 
rhyme is ditties and parodies, which, though they contain 
much spirit and amusement, are some of them sadly lacking 
in meter. 

The only serious article in the issue is "The Influence 
of Spring on Poetry" in which the writer carefully but truth- 
fully shows how Tennyson, Lowell, Thompson, Burns, Pike, 
and Lanier were made exultant because of spring. "The 
Serenader" is an excellent college story: we think that the 
picture of the girl making fudge could not have been painted 
any better. The story ends with an amusing bit of humor. 
The plot of "Madam Carlini" is not intricate and is too ap- 
parent from the beginning, though the language of the story 
is well chosen. 


Perhaps the most notable feature is the rivalry shown 
between the Seniors and the Juniors: the "knocks" on both 
sides are good. But the best are found in "The Dissection 
of a Junior's Brain." The end of the story is meritorious. 
We advise that not too much space be taken in a literary 
magazine to such frivolities. May we also suggest a more 
careful reading of the proofs? 

The best issue that has come to our desk this month is 
"The Randolph -Macon Monthly." It was with a true sense 
of enjoyment that the issue was perused. It has always 
been so. We may safely place this magazine 
Randolph- by the side of "The University of Virginia Maga- 
Macon zine" and say of them both that they are second 
Monthly, to none in the South. How well the verse fits in 
between the charming, interesting stories! Nor 
is the magazine lacking in serious matter; for "The March of 
Liberty" shows how blessed it is to be in a democracy, and 
demonstrates the evils of autocracies, and denounces the 
absolutism of Russia's Czar who wields power over 100,000,000 
of souls. The only criticism we have of the oration is that it 
is not long enough. 

The verse is of high order. We think that "A Sonnet'^ 
deserves first rank while "With Dreams of You" comes second. 
"With Horse and Hound" is good poetry. But unless we 
account for an apparent contradiction in it by letting it cover 
the periods of winter, spring, and summer, the poem would 
be defective. In the first stanza mention is made of "the 
frosty morn;" in the last, "fields of corn." This is an abrupt 
transition through three small stanzas, and can be accounted 
for only on the use of three seasons, while the poem evidently 
opens with daybreak and ends with nightfall of the same day. 
With some slight change the defect might easily be removed. 

And now the stories. What charming ones they are! Ta 
"A Recollection" we ascribe the second rank. The scenes, 
are accurately pictured and the plot is good to the end. We 


wonder, however, why the father and son in pursuit of the 
negro, after the son has shot the negro, do not go up to ex- 
amine him. We think it rather defective for them to wait 
until the next morning to learn from the doctor. 

"Mating-Time" is the best story in the issue, not that 
the plot is out of the ordinary, for it is the usual love story, 
but because it is so charmingly told and contains such good 
description. The opening as well as the closing situations are 
meritorious. The conversations are natural and the saucy 
humor of the girl are appreciated. 

"Little Clouds" also deserves mention; the pictures of 
the moody fellow are splendidly drawn. We should like to 
commend the strong editorial on "A Literary Awakening." 
Here the writer shows ripeness of style and richness of thought. 
The departments are well represented with good editorials, 
and some good humor is enjoyed. 


Spring has come in all her grandeur, 
Clad in robes of verdant hue. 

And the hills resound with laughter. 
Echoing sounds of love to you. 

Winter, fierce, in tears has glided 
To the cycles of the past; 

And no more he waves his sceptre 
With a firm and icy grasp. 

And the snow-capped mountains tremble. 
Lest the peace of their domain, 

'Mid the rays of Spring-time sunshine. 
Be disturbed in this calm reign. 

No more he spreads his icy mantle. 
Shedding rays of glimmering light ; 

For today the flowers blossom, 

And the swallow sings tonight. 


Grasses decking hill and meadow, 
Flowerets sweet, of gaudy hue, 

Raise their faces, full of gladness 
For the sunshine and the dew. 

Carols sweet the birds are singing. 

Chirping loud in gayer notes, 
For the trees now robed in leaflets, 

Make a brighter, happier home. 

And we, too, with faces radiant, 

Gazing upward to the blue, 
Songs of praises we ought to utter 

To the God, all -wise and true. 
— (Edna Ward, '08, in Andrew College Journal.) 

"Spring frogs, spring; 
Leap frogs and sing; 
Your music to the world bring. 
In this our beautiful spring. 

Spring chickens, spring; 
Till your necks we ring; 
How we love your sweet wing, 
In this our beautiful spring. 

Leap year, too, this spring. 
How many beaux on your string? 
May many wedding bells go ding. 
In this our beautiful spring". — Ex. 

We are the happy recipients of "Baylor Literary," "Eato- 
nian," "College Reflector," "Concept," "Campus", "Black 
and Gold", "Mansfield Collegian", "Gibsonian", "St. Mary's 
Muse", "Columbia Collegian", "University of Mississippi 
Magazine", "Review and Bulletin", "Academy and College 



He Had Hopes. 

"Do you suppose," said Parson Brown 

To Johnnie on his knee, 
"Some day you'll have a pair of wings, 

And a holy angel be?" 
"Perhaps I will" said little John, • ■ 

With puckered, thoughful brow, ■ ■ 

"For mamma says, 'beyond a doubt 

I'm a holy terror now.' " 

—A. N. Turner. 


^ W. A. WELCH. Editor. ^ 

Is it not a striking fact that the tie of associated Christian 
effort has united more college men than any other bond? 

A most glorious revival meeting was conducted in the 
Association during the month of March. Prof. Charles Lane 
did some very effective preaching and the results of his efforts 
are great. Prof. Lane did excellent service, but much of 
the success of the meeting was due to personal workers. 
This is the most effective mode of reaching men as was demon- 
strated during the services. About thirty-five students claimed 
Christ as their personal Saviour, and a number of the boys 
who were non-church members before the meeting have made 
good their promises by uniting with the different churches, 
and it is believed that much permanent good has been accom- 
plished. A number of new members has been added to 
the Association. So great was the success of the meeting 
that when Prof. Lane was compelled to leave, the boys con- 
tinued the meeting with no leader save the Spirit of Christ. 
It was by far the best meeting in the history of the Association. 



In the editorial columns of the March issue of The Colle- 
gian there appeared an article on "The Gym" which brought 
out very forcibly the needs of a gymnasium here, and in con- 
clusion the writer said, "Let us devise some plan by which 
this pressing need may be satisfied." In the Editorial depart- 
ment of this number will be found an article on a "Y. M. C. A. 
Building," setting forth several important questions in regard 
to such a building and it gives exact expression of the attitude 
of the Young Men's Christian Association when it says, "Many 
of the leading members feel that the time is here for the Asso- 
ciation to take a more important part in the affairs of College 
life." It is the purpose of this article to reply in behalf of 
the Association to these two articles. 

In the first place we really want and need a Y. M. C. A. 
building. At present our quarters are located in a single room 
which, it is true, is large enough for ordinary meetings. But 
we must not lose sight of the true purpose of the Association 
by limiting it to devotional exercises. If we do not advance 
with the advancement of others, if we do not try to expand and 
become better known, certainly the present Hall will always 
suffice. The Y. M. C. A. building can be made the center of 
college life, and certainly we need such a gravitating power 
here. We need places for the Bible Study groups to meet, 
a library of Missionary, and other religious literature where 
the different bands may assemble and have at their disposal 
maps, charts, and books, without having to bother with the 
College library. A more commodious meeting place and a 
reception hall would certainly be helpful and a reading room 
and bath rooms connected with a clean swimming pool would 
be Qf interest to every one. Moreover, we would not lose sight 
of the athletic feature, assuredly a good "Gym" under direc- 
tion of a well trained Secretary would answer the crying need 
felt here at present. 

The question has been asked: Are we willing to make the 
necessary sacrifice in order to meet these needs? We voice 


the belief of a number of men in the Association, as well as 
prominent members of the Faculty, when we say that there are 
those here who are willing and ready to pay the price, and 
not only this, but are anxious to see the campaign for such a 
building launched. Furthermore, we have ample reasons to 
believe that the entire student body will support such a move- 
ment when it is properly presented to them. And when 
the students have put their shoulders to the wheel, convincing 
the faculty, trustees, and friends of the College that the need 
is pressing, certainly help will be near. And, too, we are per- 
suaded that after an enthusiastic effort on the part of the 
students and friends, some philanthropist will see the great 
opportunity of an investment for good, and will come to our 

It is clear, then, that such an undertaking is not an im- 
possibility. It carries with it a responsibility which we owe to 
those who are to follow us in the Association work. We can 
not afford to lose this excellent opportunity for erecting a 
monument for good, and of making the Y. M. C. A. the com- 
manding institution in our midst. 


Rev. Alonzo Monk, of the Broadway Methodist Church, 
Louisville, Ky., has consented to deliver the annual com- 
mencement sermon before the Young Men's Christian Asro- 
ciation June 7. Mr. Monk is an accomplished man and comes 
highly recommended from another State and Conference; this 
promises to be an interesting and profitable occasion. 

The following is the announcement of officers and com- 
mittees of the next Association year: Officers — W. A. 
Welch, President; L. M. Jones, Vice President; J. A. Brooks, 
Secretary; T. A. Stennis, Treasurer. Committees — Devotional: 
J. M. Guinn, Charman; B. F. Witt, T. W. Lewis, J.M.Morse: 
Bible Study: J. H. Brooks, Chairman; W. F. Holmes, W. F. 
Bufkin, L. M. Jones. Mission Study: A. C. Anderson, Chair- 


man; Clyde Ruff, Henderson, Jake Bingham, Butler, J B. 
Kirkland. Memebrship: D. R. Wasson, Chairman; H. M. 
Frizell, C. G. Terrell, Olin Ray, Johnson. Finance: T. A. 
Stennis, Chairman; A. B. Campbell, Dan Bufkin, Charles Gal- 
loway, S. E. Williamson. Hand Book: R. J. Mulhns, Chair- 
man; Dan Bufkin, J. H. Brooks. Reception: W. R. Apple- 
white, Chiarman; Brewer, R. J. Mullins. Advisory Board: 
Dr. J. M. Sullivan, Rev. T. W. Lewis, Prof. R. S. Ricketts. 
Great things are being planned for next year in the Asso- 
ciation work. The various Committees are at work making 
definite plans and are preparing to accommomplish their un- 
dertakings. The finance committee has already issued the 
budget for next year and is now receiving subscriptions. 
The Mission Committee has planned for a greater enrollment 
in Mission Study, and proposes to give $125.00 by systematic 
giving. The Membership Committee tells us it is going to 
double our membership for another year. The policy of the 
Bible Study Committee is to enroll 175 men in the syste- 
matic study of the Bible. The Hand Book will be issued on 
time and the Reception Committee are planning their work well