Virginia Intermont College - Intermont Yearbook (Bristol, VA)

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LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF VIRGINIA PRESENTED BY STONE PRINTING MFG. CO. MAIN BUILDING. Sense v and flonsenee PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OE SOUTHWEST VIRGINIA INSTITUTE BRISTOL, VA.-TENN. 159 9 THE STONE PRINTIN6 k MF6. CO., ROANOKE, Virginians 238380 -D Measure not the work until the day is out and the labor done. Then bring your gauges. If the day’s work is scant. Why, call it scant. Affect no compromise. And in that we have nobly striven. At least deal with us nobly And honor us with truth .if nog with praise. — E. B. Browning. Dcbicatcb to our Present anb 5 acu y as a token of lore anb respect, by tl?c Stubents of Soutfytrest Virginia institute. jfacult ' e WILLIAM H. TIIARP, A. M., President. Ethics and Psychology. ERNEST ROSWELL MORSE, A. B., Vice-President, (Harvard University.) Mathematics. CARL W. STEED, A. M., (Mercer University and University of Virginia.) Latin , Greek , and English. HUBERT MEEK EVANS, A. M., (Wake Forest College, N. C. ) Natural and Physical Sciences. CHARLES F. PEPPER, (University of Virginia.) Modern Languages and History. J. F. HICKS, M. D., Lecturer on Hygiene and Physiology. MISS NETTIE TRAYNHAM, (Southwest Virginia Institute and Rochester Business University.) Stenography , Typewriting , Bookkeeping , and Penmanship. MISS MARGUERITE BROWN, (Judson Institute.) Primary Department. MISS KARLE WILSON, (Little Rock Academy and University of Chicago.) Preparatory Department. 7 Department of Bets ERNST VON” SCHLECHTENDAL, (Berlin, Munich, and Leipsic. ) Music Director — -Piano, Violin , and Organ. MISS NINA B. MORRIS, (Southwest Virginia Institute and N. E. Conservatory.) Piano. MISS ANNIE LOUISE GRISWOLD, (Pupil of Agramonte, Madam Lizzie Arbuckle and Parsons Price.) Voice Culture. MISS JAMES E. SELMAN, (Washington, D. C., and Chicago.) Oratory and Physical Culture. MRS. LULIE KIR BY-PARRISH, (S. Ward Conley, Pupil of Bouguereau. ) Drawing and Painting. Domestic Department. MRS. WILLIAM H. THARP, Lady Principal and Head of Domestic Department. MRS. A. E. CUNNINGHAM, (Formerly of Shorter College.) Matron. MRS. KATE KYLE LOCKHART, Governess and Chaperon. MRS. J. W. CHANEY, Housekeeper. J. W. CHANEY, Steward. 8 THE FACULTY ; ■i I i i m ANNOUNCEMENT Professor W. H. Tharp, of Little Rock, Ark., has been elected to fill the vacancy created by the resignation of President Jones. The Board feels that in the selection of Professor Tharp the design of the founders of the school has been fully met, and that the purpose of future expansion and constantly improving standards has been kept well in mind. Existing contracts require that the present standards shall be fully maintained ; and the views held by Professor Tharp as to the need of thoroughness in the education of Southern women are a sufficient guarantee that we shall have his unreserved co-operation in carrying out our policy. With a location in the most salubrious climate in the Union, with buildings and grounds unequalled in the South, with unusual facilities for communication with all parts of the country, and with confidence and pride in the women who have won our diplomas, we look 10 the future with the hopefulness born of past success, confident in the conviction that there is a growing disposition among our Southern people to patronize only such institutions of learning as confine their certificates of proficiency to those who have thoroughly and honestly mastered the details which make up the required work. Promising that nothing shall be left undone on our part to make real our orig- inal purpose to lay here the foundations of an institution great in its elements of comprehensive honesty, we announce that our doors are open, and that our facil- ities are placed at the disposal of a discriminating public. For the ensuing year the former faculty has been largely retained, and two additional professors have been added to the literary department. Where vacancies have been created they have been tilled by specialists of high efficiency, and while the number has been augmented the personnel has not depreciated. Our Board is not self-perpetuating. The property is held in trust by a Board of Trustees appointed by the Baptist General Association of Virginia, and the proceeds of the school, after running expenses are paid, revert to the Board of Trustees. Done by order of the Board of Trustees of Southwest Virginia Institute. M. M. MORRIS, President. S. C. HODGES, Secretary. Bristol, Va.-Tenn., May 30th, 1898. 11 Dramatic Club PEGGIE HANDY, LUCILE MANOR, HAZEL BROCKETT, . Members. May Tayloe, Kathleen Tiiarp, Nannie Thompson, Mary Easley, Marye Hodge, Anna Faw, “a BUnfc attachment Characters. Mrs. Philips. Mary Philips, Daughter to Mrs. Philips. Miss Fosdick, Aunt to Mrs. Philips. Elinor Christy, School friend to Mary. Mrs. Fogerty, Boarding-house keeper. President. Vice-President. Secretary. Frances Terry, Lillie Jones, Bettie Tayloe. f t Nannie Thompson. Marye Hodge. Lucile Manor. Hazel Brockett. May Tayloe. 14 44 a fHMfcsummer lKUcjbt’s ©ream Characters. 1 Theseus, Egeus, Lysander, Demetrius, Philostrate, Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, Starveling, Hippolyta, Hermia, Helena, Oberon, Titania, Puck, or Robin Peaseblossotn, Cobweb, Moth, Mustardseed, Pyramus Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, Lion, Duke of Athens. Father to Hermia. In love with Hermia. Master of the revels to Theseus. A Carpenter. A Joiner. A Weaver. A Bellows mender A Tinker. A Tailor. Queen, betrothed to Theseus. Daughter to Egeus, loves Lysander, In love with Demetrius, King of the Fairies. Queen of the Fairies. Goodfellow, . A Fairy. Fairies. Characters in the Interlude performed by the clowns. Della Phipps Mary Lucy Minor Anna Faw Lucile Manor Lillie Jones May Tayloe Maymk Lockhart Anne Matt Greer Mar ye Hodge Bettie Tayloe Kate Reeves FLora Pendleton Hazel Brockett Peggie Handy Nannie Thompson Mary Easley Josie Handy Ida Mae Thompson Lillian Lyle Frances Terry Maggie May White Anne Matt Greer Marye Hodge Bettie Tayloe Kate Reeves Mayme Lockhart Other fairies attending Hippolyta. their King and Queen. Attendants on Theseus and WAKE WHEN SOME VILE THING IS NEAR, ' G LO, SHE IS ONE OF THIS CONFEDERACY! NOW I PERCEIVE THEY HAVE CONJOIN ' D ALL THREE TO FASHION THIS FALSE SPORT IN SPITE OF ME. " Wollns. Miss Ida Thompson, Miss Edith Lockett, Mr. Ralph Chaney, Miss Kaelk Wilson, Professor Utermoehlen. ©uttars. Miss Peggie Handy, Miss Maud Hodge, Miss Norma Fawcett. rtfoan oltns. Mrs. L. K. Parrish, Miss M. M. White, Mr JDavid Handy, Miss Josie Handy. .fBanjo. Miss Anna Meade Lockhart. ‘21 rv- ' Bashct ffiall Ueam Company “a.” Colors : JBlue anC " Wilhite. ANNE MATT GREER, PEGGIE HANDY, . KATHLEEN THARP, Members. N orma Lee Fawcett Mayme Coffey Fanita Bidgood Mary Easley Emily Doughty Marye Hodge Lillian Lyle Addie Huff Bettie Tayloe Pauline Morgan Nannie Thompson Cleo Harrison Maggie May White Lillie Jones Bert Hall Company “B.” Colors: TRcS anf Mbltc. LUCILE MANOR, HAZEL BROCKET!, KATHLEEN THARP, Members. Lillie Bowen Kate Reeves Bodie Bidgood May Tayloe Willie Brabson Jamie Jones Annie Wester Lucy Dickinson Annie Tayloe Anna Faw Ida Mae Thompson Julia Melton Willie Cox Clyde East Toler Moore Captain. Referee. Umpire. Maude Stigler Mayme Lockhart Mary Berry Frances Terry Evelyn Robinson Captain. Referee. Umpire. Beall Hooker Carrie Graves Flora Pendleton Kelly St. John Emily Baker 23 Deadest swell You know I ’m swell . Most swellest swell No, I ’m not so swell . Swellelegantest . Swell-headest Can’t help being swell Am I swell ? Try to be swell . I don’t care to be swell Swellest of the swell . I know I ’m swell . Fanita Bidgood. . Kate Beeves. . Toler Moore. . Anna Faw. . Frances Terry. . Kathleen Tharp. . Lucy Dickinson. . Hazel Brockett. . Lillian Lyle. . May Tayloe. . Mary Easley. . A. M. Greer. Cirne for fllbeetinci: Everg ten minutes, place: lln tbe neigbborbooD of a mirror. Ibotto : look swell if ?ou can. 24 Bachelor flfoatbs. Ihotto : “ fTben be not cos, but use sour time, Bnb while sc mas, 00 marts; jfor basing lost but once sour prime, JH?ou mas forever tarrg.” Hazel Brockett, Peggie IIandy, ...... Toler Moore, IDembers. Bert Hall, Cleo Harrison, Maymie Coffey, Anne Matt Greer, Willie Brabson, Emily Doughty, TRules for Members. President. Vice-President. Secretary. Louise Logan, Kate Reeves, Mary Easley. 1. Each applicant for membership must be at least twenty-tive years of age, not over six feet nor under three, with no claims to beauty. 2. Instant expulsion if curling tongs, kid curlers, talcum powder, rosaline, braids or belladonna are found in the possession of any member. 3. No flowers, candy, etc., can be accepted from the opposite sex. 4. Any member imprisoned for life if caught using “ two-lip ” salve. 5. All letters received from brothers (?) or cousins (?) must be read before the whole club. Enforcer of TRules. Mary Easley. 25 Vice-President Rate Reeves. Secretary Lucy Dickinson. iDembers. Norma Fawcett, Lillie Bowen, Lillian Lyle, Annie Wester, Julia Melton, Ida Thompson, 26 Willie Cox. Darning Club llbotto: “llt’s Ittcver too late to flbenO. " jf lower: IRaggeO IRoblns. ©fficers. A. Huff, J. Jones, L. Lyle. Members. F. Pendleton, M. White, M. Berry, M. Stigler, K. St. John, L. Dickinson, N. Fawcett, A. M. Lockhart, B. Hooker, P. Morgan. Senior Class Color: Crimson. President Secretary Treasurer Officers. Lucy Dickinson. Anne Matt Greer. Toler Moore. Addie Huff, Olive Dungan, Members. Elizabeth Bidgood, Flora Pendleton, Annie Tayloe, Mar ye Hodge, Peggie Handy, Lucile Manor. •29 ' V - A Officers for Jfirst Ibalf Cerm. President Vice-President Secretary LUCY DICKINSON. MARY EASLEY. MARYE HODGE. Jamie Jones, Chairmen of Committees. Mayme Coffey, Mary Easley, Annie Tayloe. Officers for Xast Ibalf XTerm. President Vice-President Secretary Chairmen of Lillie Jones, Anna Meade Anna MARY EASLEY. MAYME COFFEY. CLEO HARRISON. Committees. Lockhart, Emily Doughty, Faw. 30 HAR R I SON IAN LITERARY SOCIETY HALL. Ibavrtsontan literary Society Nannie Thompson President. Kate Reeves .... Vice-President. Anna Meade Lockhart Secretary. Eoline Xttevav? Society. Maud Stigler President. Anna Faw Vice-President. Cleo Harrison Secretary. • 32 EOLINE LITERARY SOCIETY HALL. (Srabuates ©raOuatcs In literary Department. Miss Elizabeth B. Bidgood, Miss Olive Dungan, Miss Lucy Dickinson, Miss Abdie Huff, Miss Anne Matt Greer, Miss Toler Moore, Miss Flora Pendleton, Miss Annie Tayloe. Elocution. Miss Peggie Handy, Miss Lucile Manor. Wocal tousle. Miss Marye Hodge. 35 ©fftcers of Rlumnae association President MISS MINNIE MAY, Vice-President . Jonesboro, Tennessee. MISS LOIS HUNDLEY, Covington, Virginia. Second Vice-President . . MISS DELLA PHIPPS, Independence, Virginia. Secretary . MISS MARY LUCY MINOR, Bristol, Virginia. Treasurer . MISS LIZZIE V. PRICE, Gladys, Virginia. MISS HODGE. Representative, Chorus Class Professor Schlechtendal, .... Conductor. MISS S. COPENHAVER, MISS P. HANDY, MISS WHITE, MISS HOOKER, MISS PENDLETON, MISS DICKINSON, MISS MANOR, MISS J. HANDY, MISS HUFF, MISS BROCK ETT, MISS M. TAYLOE, MISS ST1GLER, MISS A. TAYLOE, MISS MELTON, MISS BERRY, MISS EASLEY MISS COX, MISS DOUGHTY, MISS I. THOMPSON, MISS GREER, MISS A. LOCKHART, MISS HALL, MISS COFFEY, MISS HAMILTON, MISS EAST, MISS J. JONES, MISS L. JONES, MISS MORGAN, MISS FAWCETT, MISS LOGAN, MISS BOWEN, MISS F. BIDGOOD, MISS MOORE, MISS BRABSON, MISS HARRISON, MISS N. THOMPSON, MISS REEVES, MISS BACHMAN. 39 Boarb of Ebitors. £bitor=in-- £fyief, MARY AUGUSTA EASLEY Business Buntager, MARYE HODGE dbuertising i£bitors, HAZEL BROCKETT NANNIE THOMPSON (Associate £bitors, KATHLEEN THARP LUCY DICKINSON Ctrtist, LULIE KIRBY-PARRISH 40 PROFESSOR C. W. STEED MISS J. E. SELMAN PROFESSOR E. R MORSE 43 p HE success which attended the publication of our “ Sense and Nonsense ” last session, has encouraged us to take up the work again, jforewort with even a more zealous and determined spirit than prompted us last year when we so boldly took a leap in the dark and published the first Annual of South- west Virginia Institute. In that edition, viewing the fact that it was our first, attempt, we humbly begged, “Oh! reader dear, Be not severe, And give your approbation.” In this, we offer the plea that it is only our second attempt and that we are still very young in the cause. Nevertheless it is with a feeling of pride that we present to our readers this little book of schoolgirl sense and nonsense — of pride such as we hope goes not before destruction ; for we feel that upon the success of this little volume, we have staked in a measure at least, our part in the success of the school, which is so dear to every one of us. In the Annual it has been our aim to give to the outsider a glimpse into the life of a boarding-school girl; to the “old girl,” a reminder of “happy days gone by;” to the student, a souvenir of a happy school year ; Hitt Now, with all its faults, but with all our hearts, we offer this volume as a token, to our 51 president and faculty, of our appreciation of the care and labor they have bestowed upon us, and IDCMCfltlOn. as the earnest, we hope, of greater results to come out of their efforts. For one and all we would say, “ Forewarned is forearmed,” and we do pray and shall ever pray — “ In that we have nobly striven, At least deal with us nobly — Women though we be , And honor us with truth if not with praise. ” Editors. 44 “Ifoonor to Whom Ibonor ts 2 ue.” u MAY, Mary ’s got a telegram!” “Please get out my black skirt and put this in my ‘ grip ’ ; and Luce, mVx ' ® here’s the rest of the Annual work; do get some one to help you with it.” The sight of Mary and Lucy in such confusion and haste made my heart sink and eyes burn, as T leisurely came into my room after spending as many minutes as possible after study-bell rang in the hall. “ What’s the matter, child ? Who ’s sick? Are you going home ? When? Where is your trunk? Which skirt? What am I looking for? Oh, dear! Lid you say your — get out your black trunk ? Why, Alary, I thought you were crying; have you got hysterics? You are both laugh- ing like I was a circus. Gim-me that telegram, you hateful Luce.” “Miss Easley, “ Mr. Stone left for Bristol this evening to get Sense and Nonsense.’’ Oh joy ! The Annual is going to press to-morrow, and I will have a room-mate, not merely a walking imaginary volume of that most troublesome thing known commonly as a school journal. While the public will appreciate the etlorts of the editors and on all sides their praises will ring, the editors’ poor room- mates will never be heard of in the literary world; but if the truth were known they would have a monument inscribed “ Martyr” instead of the (Alma) Mater giving all the honor to the “Staff.” 44 Yio. 45 ©ur flfcascot. E ’S a heart-smasher though he ’s not yet two, and does not talk love very much. We get lots of scoldings for being late at class, but I ' ll just tell you what, when you come out of your door, book in hand, studying for all you are worth, and hear a little gurg- ling laugh, or a mischievous little squeal — it ’s no use. You glance up and see the stately and highly distinguished Willie Ann walking sedately behind a tiny little figure manfully toddling along toward you. Latin, Science, Math. — everything, is gone in an instant and you forget everything but having some fun with “ that dear baby.” Baby laughs and kicks his little heels with delight at your admiration, and can hardly be prevented from escorting you gallantly to your class, for which you are now disgracefully late. Oh, the little mischief! But really, I don’t think the school would be quite complete without “ baby.” His glad little smile and the pure, sweet inno- cence of his big blue eyes often is like a ray of sunshine to our hearts. He seems so happy, so playful and loving, that when you are near him, blues and heartaches are all dispelled by his sweet, baby ways. So, thanks for little Lyman, and girls, here are three great, hearty cheers for “ Baby Tharp,” our little Mascot. 46 OUR MASCOT. “ (Sramma.” ELL, ‘Gramma’ says she’ll come!” announced mother, triumphantly, as she looked up from the letter she was reading. “ Good !” exclaimed Bess. We were all gathered in the big airy room known among us as “mother’s room.” This was our favorite place of all the house, especially during the early afternoons of our sultry June days. Mother’s announcement was greeted with general enthusiasm. “ I told you she ’d come if we only kept on long enough,” I declared. “I shall give my den a thorough cleaning this very afternoon. It would harrow up ‘Gramma’s’ housewifely soul to find dust in the corners!” “ Jee whillikins ! Won’t I feed her on watermelons ! Mine ’ll be ripe by the middle of July, and they ’ll keep her from getting homesick for country grub,” said Ted. “ My son, my son!” came as usual from mother’s corner. “What do you suppose ‘ Gramma ’ will think of a boy of sixteen who uses such language, and wears his hat in the house?” “ Je vous demande pardon, ma Mere, ” said the offender with an atrocious accent, at the same time removing his disreputable straw hat with an apologetic sweep of his long arm. “ I ’ll put on the soft pedal and take off my lid as soon as I hit the bottom step, n ' est-cc pas, Jean?” And I assented with my usual loyalty to my incorrigible younger brother. 49 “ I hope so,” said mother with despairing fondness, “ but seriously, children ” — “ Now, mother, you know you are getting ready to lecture us !” interrupted Ted. Mother protested her innocence of such an intention. “ I only want to remind you,” she said, “that we are all going to do everything in our power to make c Gramma ’ happy in our home, even if we have to inconvenience ourselves. We will give her a perfect rest at last. She is too old to bear the brunt of things any longer.” “I ’m ready to immolate myself” said Ted. “I think you ’ll have a chance,” retorted Bess. The next morning “ Gramma ” came. About ten o’clock the little spring-wagon, bespattered with mud and drawn by two rough-coated farm horses, rattled up to our gate. On the front seat sat “ Gramma ” and “ Grampa ” (for he still retained our childish name, also), and on the back, surrounded by gunny- sacks and baskets, sat a little ragged negro. “Grampa” wore his every-day clothes, which were somewhat dusty and thread- bare. But “ Gramma” had honored us by arriving in her Sun- day best. Her thin white hair waved softly beneath her little black bonnet. She shook the dust daintily from her quaint black dress. Her finely wrinkled old face was radiant with delight to see our whole family assembled at the gate to welcome her. “ Ambus, bring that there basket of eggs from under the seat,” she ordered the little negro, with a bigh, authoritative quaver. “ Take care how you throw that there satchel around, it ’s got a jar of pear preserves in it. Paw, be sure to leave a couple of pounds of that best butter here; I hain’t forgot how Martha likes it. You better come in an’ rest a while before you go out again in the heat. Look out there, Ambus !” for Ambus was more interested in the large brick house, with its wide porches covered with June roses, and its large shady lawn, than in the bundles he was carrying. He rolled his big eyes and showed his white teeth in delighted wonder, as he brought up the rear of our little procession. 50 When “Grampa” announced that lie must go back, “ Gramma” followed him out to the wagon. “Now, don’t you go and get overhet in this sun,” she cautioned. “ Tell Nathan to mend that fence so ’s the chickens can’t get into my marigold bed, and remind Kate to watch the baby about failin’ down them east steps, an’ tell her to look sharp after them turkey-chicks.” Then she stood looking after the wagon as it rattled down the street, until it was entirely hidden by the flying dust. She looked a trifle wistful when she came back into the house, and we all began to tell her what a pleasant home we were going to make for her. “We ’re not going to let you do a thing,” said Hess. “ Except lie on the sofa in the daytime and sit under the trees when it grows cool in the evenings,” I supplemented. “ Yes, we are. I ’m going to make you eat a whole water- melon every day,” insisted Ted. Surrounded by so man}’ devoted sympat hizers, “ Gramma’s ” spirits began to revive. “ They didn’t want me to come away — the folks out home didn’t,” she said. “ Of course they didn’t, the selfish things !” sniffed Bess, “ They all ought to be glad to let you come, and I ’m glad you did, anyhow !” “ Well, I did come” said “ Gramma,” growing very decided, “ an’ I’m a goin’ to stay. Paw’s been awful disagreea- ble since lie’s had that there rheumatism, an’ I think Nathan and Kate ’ll be better oft without me. Kate hain’t been good to me, nohow,” she continued with quavering resentment, “an’ Nathan hain’t like he was before he was married. Guess L ’m in the way, now. May be he ’ll find out as I ’m good for a little somethin’ when I’m gone.” But “ Gramma’s ” wounded feelings were soon soothed by the atmosphere of love and attention in which she found herself. Bess, like a true eldest daughter, was always unselfish; I sacri- ficed even my music and my studies, now and then, to “ Gram- ma’s ” comfort, while Ted’s attempts to be chivalrous were both touching and amusing. 51 “ ‘ Gramma,’ Bess would say, knowing her fondness for dainty things, “ I want to show you my new dress.” “Law me, now, hain’t that pretty. Are them sleeves the style now ? Why, they wore ’em that way when I was a girl !” and “ Gramma ” would examine the fabric and the fashion with genuine delight. “ ‘ Gramma,’ step in here a minute and let me play my new piece for you,” I called from the parlor one day, as I heard the unmistakable rustle of her dress in the hall. “ You play it fine, Jean,” she said when I had finished, “ but hain’t that what you call scales V “‘Gramma,’ come out and look at my watermelons,” Ted would shout from his melon patch in our big back yard. “ Dewey will be ripe in two or three weeks now, and Nebuchad- nezzar don’t thump so very green, either.” “Gramma” was a connoisseur on the subject of watermelons, and she and Ted would discuss the relative merits of each of the more promising ones as he pointed them out to her by name. But in spite of the united efforts of the whole family, “ Gramma” was not entirely happy. She was delighted by our evident desire to please her, and during the day she would rustle cheerily about the house, finding a thousand little things to do for every member of the household. But in the evenings when she sat in her chair under the trees, which I had especially planned for her, we could not help seeing a cloud settle upon the sweet old face. As I watched her evening after evening, sitting with her toil-hardened hands clasped in her lap, her eyes like faded violets, looking beyond the sunset, the fine lines about her mouth subtly transformed into lines of pain, I became more and more puzzled, for “ Gramma ” always insisted that her every wish was satisfied. But one day “ Grampa” suddenly appeared. He had come to town with butter and eggs, and came out to visit with us for an hour or two. “Well, we had a time out home the other night,” he said, mopping his forehead with his red bandanna, and fanning himself with his hat. “ It turned out to be a good joke on Nate, but it might ’a been worse ’n a joke. You remem- ber that yaller cur of old man Snyder’s, Maw ? Well, he ’s taken up a trick of cornin’ every night an’ helpin’ himself to one of them turkey-chicks of yourn. lie ’s a reg’lar chicken-killer. Nate, he ’s been swearin’ he ’d kill him, an’ the other night about two o’clock he hearn a disturbance out in the turkey-coop. Nate got up an’ grabbed up his gun an’ sneaked out to the coop. But the cur was gone — an’ so was another turkey. No use sayin’ Nate was mad — he jerked his gun over his shoulder an’ came grumblin’ back to the house. [ reckon it was ’bout that time that I was waked up all of a sudden by a gun goiti’ off, then a crash — seemed like it was jest about three feet away. I rushed out on the porch — an’ I wish you could ’a’ seen Nate! He was the scaredest lookin’ human ever I seen, lie ran into the room where he left Kate an’ the baby, me follerin’ him, not knowin’ what was the matter. There they was, siftin’ up in bed, white an scared to death, but safe an’ soun’. There was a hole in the wall where the bullet come through, an’ the lookin’-glass not three feet from ’em smashed into smithereens ! Nate had somehow caught his sleeve on the trigger of his gun, an’ it was pintin’ — what ’s the matter, Maw? It didn’t hurt nobody!” for “ Gramma’s ” face was white, and her eyes were full of distress. “There’s goin’ to be some misfortune; it’s sure to come!” she wailed. “ To break a mirror is an unfailin’ sign — T ’ve seen it time an’ again !” We gradually laughed her out of her fears, or perhaps she only resigned herself to wait for the inevitable. By the time “ Grampa ” went away, the incident of the mirror was apparently forgotten. But that evening, as we were all sitting under the trees, “ Gramma ” remarked quietly, “Martha, I’ll have to go home to-morrow.” The aivnoui-lOerfleiikeante like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. “ Gramma ” wa ' s Gvefwh ' efnled by a storm of reproachful protests. But hex purpQs;e was di$yd. „ “ Yes, I ’m goin’ to-morrow,” she said serenely. ‘ P$wba : s to coxae in again to bring that there Jersey heifer, an’ I can go back with him. You all know how I ’ve ’predated your bein’ so good to me, but I feel ’s if I wa’n’t doin’ my duty to stay here’ll take it easy. 53 I liain’t felt right all along; they need me out home. Paw’s rheumatism ’s worse, an’ 1ST ate hain’t well, an’ it’s too much for Ivate to do all the work an’ take care of the baby. I’ve had a lovely rest,” she added sweetly. I observed with some vexation that “ Gramma’s ” face was more tranquil than it had been since the morning she came. All protests were in vain, and the next day we all stood at the gate and watched “ ‘ Gramma ’ ” and “ Grampa ” going home again in the spring-wagon. “ She ’s been here two weeks!” said Bess ruefully. “ Dear little ‘ Gramma,’ ” said mother. “And I was planning to cut Dewey tomorrow; I call that bum !” said Ted. M. E. : Mr. P., will you have your picture taken for our Annual ? Mr. P. (who has been to Greece): Why I don’t know; the last I had were taken in Greece. M. E. : Oh, we don’t want any in Greece, we want one on paper. Miss S. (to L. L.): Who was Moses? L. L. : He was one of the Disciples. Mrs. P. : I didn’t know that }’ou took elocution. M. II. : Oh, yes, I am bound to take all the elementals. 1ST. T. wrote on her shopping memorandum that she wanted a box of “ ceili ' ng wax.’ 9 ' ' Miss B. (to pfiniaty pupil) : Jamie, I wish you wouldn’t come to school with your hands soiled. What would you say if I came to school with soiled hands? Jamie: I wouldn’t say anything; I ’d be too polite. 54 THE PARLORS. a IDalcnttnc Only a few little violets, So soft and darkly blue ; I send them as a valentine, A valentine for you. And in each dainty flower Nestles a kiss for you — A kiss from the lips that love you, From lips to you so true. And in each dainty blossom, Is a message, sweet, for you — A message warm with sunshine, A message wet with dew. I send no costly valentine, Gaudy by human art ; Only a few little violets, Thoughts from a loving heart K II. T. Hfternoon, or Evening? nefo p i, Cotter r os on, S. to 7 ? ss cr ctj s ?ea eta, Cd uccig ' o. Charleston, S. C., January 10th, 1899. My Dear Miss Gladys : This morning’s mail brought me several letters. Among them was yours of last Tuesday. I had but to open it to see that something was wrong. Don’t keep me waiting any longer; it ' s been a year now — such a long year. I told you I would wait that long; you know me, and now it is “ yes ” or “ no.” You know you led me to hope that your answer would be the one my heart desires. But now — what can I think from your letter? Was that “ interesting ” Yankee the cause of the change ? The very thought of him makes me lose all control of myself. Hoping I am just a fool for even thinking of him in connection with you, As ever yours, Jack. ‘TTf ' ss acr c c, Ct ncat o, to ‘T f ss lZ)orot tj SYorr em. Chicago, January 19th, 1899. My Dearest Dorothy: I ’m in another scrape — and as usual I make you my con- fidante. You remember Jack Randolph whom we met in Vir- ginia when you and I were there. Our little aflair wasn’t, as 58 you predicted at the time, a summer flirtation. Indeed, judging from a letter I received from him yesterday, it’s most dreadfully, dreadfully serious. Dot, what am I to do ? Arthur is still here and is as per- sistent as ever. Father thinks he is all of it and is still anxious for me to accept him. I have never mentioned Jack to papa yet, but I will have to sometime, for really, Dorothy, I suppose if I love anybody it is Jack. I don’t see why he can’t let things stand as they are now, but he is so jealous of Arthur Millington, and he won’t wait a minute longer for my answer. The letter he wrote me the other day scared me nearly to death. I answered it somehow, but goodness knows what I said. It will have to be decided soon, for Jack won’t be put ofi any longer, and then — good-bye to Arthur. I wish you knew him ; he ’s flue, has beautiful eyes — and plenty of money. Father is calling; I expect Arthur is here now. Yours, Gladys. P. S. — Arthur proposed, and is coming Wednesday after- noon for his answer. I don’t know why I didn’t tell him “ no ” on the spot, but somehow I couldn’t. 77 r. crc c S Pcr n r o t j t, (7 er rtcs to n, iS. C?. , to 77 Sss cr ctj o Pccre o, ocr t?o . Yo satisfaction from your letter. Will be in Chicago myself Wednesday, and wish to make an engagement with you for that evening. Jack. 77 SS tcrctj s S Porrcto, (7 ten 70 , to 77 SS 77oro tt j r ar t . Chicago, January 18th, 1899. My Dear Old Dorothy: You wrote me to tell you the story of my adventures from beginning to end, so prepare, my dear, to hear it all — even down to exclamations. 59 In the post-script of my last letter, I told you that Arthur was coming Wednesday afternoon for his answer. Well, no sooner had I sealed your letter than there came a telegram from Jack, saying he would be in Chicago Wednesday. I knew it would never do in the world to let those two men come here at the same time — but how to avert it? In my dismay I read Jack’s telegram again, and found, to my great delight, that he had asked for an engagement for the evening, and not for the afternoon. Thinking my troubles had vanished, I prepared to enjoy Jack’s visit to the fullest extent, and to tell papa the reason of his coming, which I assure you wasn’t a very pleasant task. Well, the next day was Wednesday. About three o’clock Mary came up to my room and told me there was a gentleman in the parlor to see me, but he did not give her his card. Think- ing I would give Arthur some warning as to what to expect, I entered the room with my most stately air, and with the coolest of voices, hade him good afternoon. I had scarcely finished speaking when some one rushed out of the shadow, crushed both my hands in his own, and cried: “ Gladys, is this the way you receive me?” “ How dare you,” I cried. “ What right ” I did not finish my sentence, for he dropped my hands, walked to the door and said : “Perhaps no right, Miss Reade; forgive me.” Oh Dorothy, it was Jack! When I realized the fact I stammered out, “ Oh Jack, Jack ! is it you ? I thought it was Arthur Millington ; he had an engagement for this afternoon. Can’t you see, I didn’t know ” “ If Mr. Millington had an engagement, perhaps I am intruding and mg engagement was of no weight. Good evening, Miss Reade.” I made a desperate effort, and humbled my pride enough to ask him to stop and let me explain ; and just then, oh horrors ! in walked Mr. Millington. 60 Oh Dorothy, you should have seen me ! I rose grandly to the occasion. “ My friend, Mr. Millington, Mr. Randolph.” And then — we all sat down. I looked at Jack and he was furious. You know how hot- headed he is. Well, I fully expected to be killed, when in my distress I heard Mr. Millington’s calm voice saying: “I beg your pardon, Miss Reade, b ut I believe I made an engagement to call this afternoon, and as I wish to see you alone, I shall go and come some other time. Good afternoon.” “ Excuse me, Mr. Millington ; it is I who am intruding, but I also bad an engagement for this evening. Miss Reade owes both of us an explanation.” I told them somehow — I ’ll never, to my dying day, know what I said — that Jack had an engagement for the evening and Arthur for the afternoon. I was so utterly miserable that I couldn’t say much, but at the end of my explanation, I found myself near Jack and I must have let them know somehow that he was the one I wanted to stay; for Mr. Millington soon left — but not before that horrid Jack told him that we were engaged and were going to be married in June. And right there I interrupted and said, “ Since you have decided everything else, perhaps it would be well to come to some conclusion as to whether afternoon is evening or evening afternoon — for you know both of us ought to be married at the same time.” I had the last fling and came oft victorious, although I sup- pose Mr. Arthur Millington will cease to be on my visiting list. But what care I ? Haven’t I Jack ? I forgot the exclamations, but you ’ll forgive me, won’t you ? And I ' ll send a list of them in my next letter. Lovingly, your friend, Gladys. 61 THE DINING-ROOM. “ (Benue IbomcwSpectce 3uvems » There are boys and boys,” the maiden said, Who, ail of us thought, had boys in her head. There are boys and boys, and I surely believe, That boys and girls each other deceive. Now, I ’ve studied boys, as I ’d study a plant, A bat, a bee, a bug or an ant. There ’s the boy with the cane — you know him full well, Who says, 1 Dontcherknow ’ and tries to be swell ; Who parts his dear hair, in the middle, you see, To balance his brains, I suspect (if they be ! ) . To see how the girls all gigtrle and grin, When he passes them by, is the pardonable sin ! And when he sends flowers and does what he can, They write him, ‘ you dear ! ’ — say, ‘ Bah ! what a man ! ’ There ’s another young species, that troubles one sore, He goes by the name of ‘ Inexorable Bore.’ He ’s read everything from the almanac down, But never will see your new hat or new gown. The asylum, I fear, on account of this friend, Who tells me his ‘ larnin ’ will sure be mv end. But worse far than he, is that poor, silly thing, Who loves all the girls and would give each a ring ; Writes odes 1 To those eyes bright as heaven above,’ Woulds he were a bird to fly far from his love.’ And were he a bird, I would take right good aim, And keep the poor birdling away from the same. Still more, I might tell you of wonders, my friend, About this strange animal, world without end, Who calls himself ‘ man ’ and puts on the air Of ruling the earth, and deserving the fair. But I close my short lecture with this word of advice, Let the boys still think they are 1 awfully nice.’ 65 Zb e Scavf of tbc IDemotselle. [jftrom tbe IF re lie b of Jacques BvrU.] T was during the last of the holidays in the country, in Normandy, that land where each pebble has its legend, each wood its mystery. Surprised by a storm we took refuge in the hut of an old shepherd, and, cosily seated on a large cloak, arranged as a cushion, we waited without weariness the end of the storm. Nothing could he more charming than this improvised stopping-place in the midst of the green around, in the intox- icating perfume of the new-mown hay, while the large drops of a hard summer shower tinkled on the leaves of the trees, like mysterious bells in the hand of some invisible bell-ringer. The storm presently abated, and a magnificent arc appeared above the woods in the horizon now brilliant. “ It is over, ladies,” said the old man, “ Do you see shining yonder the Scarf of the Demoiselle? It will be beautiful presently.” “ The Scarf of the Demoiselle,” I said, astonished. “ Why, yes, the rainbow; among us it is called the Scarf of the Demoiselle,” and without much urging, the old man, leaning on his knotty stall, related to us the following story: “ On a beautiful summer day, long, long ago, they were gleaning in the ‘ Field of the Demoiselle it was a field belonging entirely to the lady of the castle, and as she was very good, when the time came to cut the ripe wheat, she had the sheaves untied, and permitted all the poor people of the village to come there and glean. All the harvest passed in their hands without a sin- gle ear entering the granary of the castle. She loved to visit the harvesters, in a simple dress of wool, wearing around her as 66 her only ornament a scarf of white silk, striped with the seven colors of the prism. “ But on this day the intense heat presaged a storm ; the Demoiselle was in the field with the workmen, when suddenly dark clouds began to gather. “‘Hasten, my friends,’ she said, ‘you have only time to get under cover.’ The gleaners dispersed. “But at the other end of the field, near the big hedge, appeared a young woman wonderfully beautiful, her head covered with a veil like the saints on the painted window-panes of our churches. She held by the hand a little child more beautiful than an angel, whose golden locks flowed from under his snow white robe. The Demoiselle approached them, and as it did not yet rain, with her sweet, musical voice she invited them to glean. Both child and mother began collecting the ears of corn and placing them in a heap. Meanwhile, the large drops of water began to fall on the leaves of the trees making a great noise. Very fortunately, on the edge of the wood, stood a large oak tree under which they took refuge; for now the rain was pouring, the thunder was rolling in the distance and the lightning was piercing the sky. And as the child was raising the veil from its mother’s face to shelter its curly head, the Demoiselle took ofl her scarf and with great care wrapped in it the head and shoul- ders of the little one, and on its forehead placed a kiss. “ Now, while the mother was smiling, immediately the birds began to sing, while mysterious voices so tender, and so pure, that no human ear had ever heard anything similar, filled the atmosphere with an invisible, an harmonious chorus. At the same time the storm calmed; the rain ceased; and the clouds dispersed. And the Demoiselle having left the shelter to examine the sky so suddenly cleared, perceived on returning that her companions had disappeared. “ She heard a fluttering of wings and saw, at the other end of the field, at the same place where they had appeared, the infant and its mother rising softly, softly, on the white floating clouds, surrounded with angels with azure wings, and cherubs with rosy wings, who were all singing joyful hosannas. 67 “ And the group mounted up, up into the blue sky. At the edge of the horizon they all stopped, and as the Demoiselle, who had recognized the Virgin with the child Jesus, knelt on the damp corn in mute adoration, the angels began to sing together with voices high and distinct ; ‘ Blessed he thou ! Blessed be the good Demoiselle so helpful to the unhappy ! Blessed be Champ de l’Aumone ’ ! The Virgin stretched her beautiful hands towards her with a gesture of benediction; then the infant took from his yellow head the scarf of the Demoiselle, and gave the two ends to two rose-winged cherubs who blew it, one to the right, the other to the left, far out of sight. And the scarf growing longer, longer in the sky, formed a marvelous arc, an arc of celestial glory, under which passed, with the sweet noise of heavenly melodies as low and sweet as the song of the breeze in the wood, the Virgin and her son, followed by the chorus of the angels with azure wings and the cherubim with the rosy wings; and they all disappeared. “ When the Demoiselle arose she saw in the field a new har- vest very abundant. The little heap had become by a sudden miracle so high and large that in that country no one had ever seen anything like it. And the wonderful scarf continues to shine resplendent at the edge of the horizon. Since then in remembrance of the good lady, especially where there are gener- ous and compassionate souls, the Lord has seen well to let shine after the storm, the scarf of the Demoiselle.” “ But,” I said to the old shepherd, when he had finished his story, “the rainbow is more ancient than that; it dates from the deluge.” “Oh, yes,” said the old man, bending his gray head, “yes, for the wise men who read the Bible, and those in the country where the Ark of Noah rested; but among us other people of the West we find the story I have just told you more beautiful, and believe it true, and all our old people will tell you that the rainbow is nothing else than the Scarf of the Demoiselle placed in the sky by the infant Jesus, and sustained by two angels of the good Lord.” 68 Gbe ‘Wntunefc IDtolin With eager, loving hands I lift thee up, And hold thee gently, little violin ; As I would hold a flower’s fragile cup With all its soul of fragrance deep within. But now, though tenderly I draw the bow, Thy song is hushed, its harmony is flown ; Hast thou been grieved since last I held thee so, By thoughtless heart, or hand ungentle grown ? This heart throbs close to thine to-night, and sees The way to win thy sweetness back again ; This hand is gentle as it turns the keys And tunes thy voice to sing its old refrain. And oh ! when now I draw the eager bow, And press my fingers on thy trembling strings, My heart stands still to listen, and I know ’Tis beauty’s heart within thine own, that sings. II I am so weary, little violin ! The light of morn or splendor of the moon From my sad soul no harmony can win ; My heart and soul and life are out of tune. There ’s naught but discord in the idle strings ; The bow is broken, and the song is dead That should re-echo through life’s common things, And sing itself along the path I tread. Oh, would some master hand would find and turn With loving touch the lost and hidden key And draw the bow, until my soul should learn To lose itself in heaven-born harmony. 70 Hn Eventful ©ccaslon ® NE of the most brilliant and effective affairs of the sea- I son was held in the palatial parlors of Southwest I Virginia Institute on Hallowe’en. The programme prepared for the occasion was rendered quite success- fully. The gentlemen and ladies, attired in costly and elaborate costumes, and bedecked with dazzling jewels, formed a scene indeed magnificent, equal in splendor to fairyland. In short, it was a “ Tacky Party.” The orchestral music was furnished by Miss Thompson’s graphophone. Prof. E. R. M. ' s toilet was finished off with a cerise collar and a beaming countenance. The Sports, C. L. II. and N. W. T., appeared in the latest style imported golf suits (gymnasium bloomers, lawn shirt waists, shoestring ties and French heeled satin slippers). They were regaled with mustaches, ordered especially for the occasion. Miss B. wore a sky-blue petticoat of faded blue calico, trimmed in shoe-buttons, cobwebs and birds. The Spooks added a weirdness to the evening. Mrs. S. was gowned in a Louis XIII creation of yellow cheese-cloth, cut decollete, trimmed with bandana handkerchiefs and beads. “ Bern Xiggers,” M. T. and L. M., “ sho’ thought they wuz de fines’ niggers in town.” 71 Miss E. wore a skirt, flounced after the order of a Corinthian column, trimmed in old point comfort lace — made of tissue paper. Her dancing was superb. The most becoming tiling Miss J. T. had on was a profusion of “ rosaliue,” that matched her hair and eyes beautifully. Three cheers for the news-budget, Brockett ! Hurrah for Radford Advance ! On this evening “ rats,” hoops, wigs and many other articles that “ Nelly removed after the ball,” were in demand. We saw many “ Last Roses of Summer.” Mi ss W., a poem of loveliness, wore her hair flowing. Her student’s cap added a touch of seriousness to the occasion. Miss T. wore the most outlandish dress of green, orange and scarlet, trimmed in Blue Danube roses caught up at the heels with ostrich feathers. For anything in the Noah’s Ark line, call on J. H. and M. L. Mr. and Mrs. S. were the centers of attraction with their classical duet, “ Don’t You Think I ’m Pretty ?” Mr. S. was a typical country swain, with cut-glass solitaires to match. Prof. H. M. E.’s costume was beyond description. He was “ a thing of beauty, a joy forever.” L. I). : You know I am timid to a certain degree. Mrs. P.: Y es, I suppose that degree is two in the shade. N. T. : Who was Jeremy Taylor ? I. T. : He was the man that swallowed the whale. L. L. (singing): Oh, that song sounds so jiggy. M. ir. : Y es, but if you sang it right it wouldn’t be jiggy. L. L. : I know it, but I don’t pretend to sing like Paderewski. THE OFFICES. Hbverttsmo Column Wanted. — One etymological mind in my Senior English and Latin Classes. Carl W. Steed, Professor of English and Latin. To Let. — One empty room in each of the Seniors’ heads. Apply at this office. Wanted. — Young man, “ slightly egotistical, but subject to sophistication.” For Sale. — The hat which was “snowed under.” Miss Greer. Wanted, . — A phonograph which talks only music. Professor Utermoehlen. Wanted. — Blue eyes and auburn hair (and, by George! none but the genuine article need apply). II. B. Wanted. — A “ nat! ” — just an ordinary “ nat! ” Miss L. M. For Sale. — A Bell. Apply to Miss T. M. Lost . — My entire stock of patience. Reward offered for return of same. Miss A. L. Griswold. 75 3bc Eail jformattve Unfluences of English Hitecature. HE situation and climate of a country, and its national customs and religion, play important parts in the literature of an} 7 people. These elements, however, notwithstanding they are important, unless modified by influences from without, could never pro- duce a great and powerful literature. Had England never received foreign influences, had she never come in contact with other nations, her literature to-day would be provincial. The broadness of English literature is mainly due to the successive conquests of England, each conquest having brought with it helpful elements. The English, directly descended from the Low Germans, are members of the great Aryan, or Indo-European family. The first tribe of this race to migrate as far westward as England was the Kelts. The Kelts were strong and powerful, with gray- ish-blue eyes and light hair. They were an active people, but lacked the steadiness to govern their activity. Great sensibility to romance, beauty and sadness stood out prominently in the character of the Kelts. They sacrificed all to sensibility, and it gained complete control over them. If only they had become the masters of their high emotions, how greatly ennobled their literature would have been ! Living in a bright, sunny country they saw the beauties of nature and loved them. Their illustra- tions are highly colored, and their poems are filled with the love 76 for the beautiful. The Kelt, all jubilant at one moment, was easily made sad and sorrowful the next. In his literature, along with its gorgeous descriptions, romance and humor, is a soft, sweet strain of pathos. Notwithstanding the Kelts had a native literature, their speech left us fewer words than any other of the languages making up the Anglo-Saxon ; probably because they were so early conquered by a more powerful race. The conquerors of the Kelts were Teutons, also descendants of the Indo-European family. In personal appearance the Teu- tons resembled the Kelts, for they, too, had blue eyes and light hair; but in strength and power the Teutons were greatly superior to the Kelts. Their original home was Northern and Central Europe. This early borne, filled with gloom and priva- tions, was the very place to make men, physically and morally strong. The environments of the Kelt caused him to look at life in a temporal way, while those of the Teuton caused him to see it from a higher standpoint; he regarded this life as a place of preparation, a battlefield for a life beyond. Living on the sea, the Teutons naturally acquired the desire for freedom. When they became tired of society, they sought quiet on the sea. This love of independence in the Teuton’s character may be traced down to the present day in our own United States, the greatest freedom-loving country in the world. The Teutons were a warlike people, and their chief occupa- tion was sea-faring, pillaging and warring. Although they were cruel and uncouth, they possessed purity and austerity, which was clearly shown in their descendants, the Puritans. The love of simplicity, fairness and genuineness, and the dislike of exag- geration, pretense and the unreal, were their strongest traits of character. Life, a serious, responsible thing, was considered by the earnest Teutons a place of discipline. The home was the place where discipline really began, where soft touches were added to their harsh nature. Woman was given a high place, and in this situation she had a weighty influence. Purity of life, the willingness to do good and the love of the family, made the home of the Teuton sacred. High ideals suggested through the home life came into literature, whose true fountain-head is thus the home. The religious worship of these rude people came from a sense of dread. The savage, superstitious race felt themselves inferior to nature, and worshiped it with the highest reverence. They believed that the world was inhabited by indwelling powers, and worshiped them in all sincerity. Their gods and goddesses were such as their surroundings suggested, terrible and awful in appearance and action. It took a long time for two races so unlike to form a union, but when it was accomplished it was a sure one. After the stern, earnest, melancholy Teutons became mixed with the nature-loving Kelts, who saw something fanciful in life, a high- minded, gifted race was formed. They, like all other peoples, in their infancy turned to poetry. In the midst of these turbulent war times of the early English stood the figure of the poet. These poets, known as scops, usually wandering singers, went from hall to hall, where they were always welcome. Th e scop was not always the only one to sing or relate stories of heroic deeds, for the harp was often passed from hand to hand, each performing his part. This gleeman, different from the other people, stands apart, “ the forerunner of that great world-power we call literature.” In the latter part of the sixth century Augustine introduced Christianity into England. To he heathen meant to he illiterate, for the intellectual races were those which had been Christian- ized. With the introduction of Christianity monasteries were established. As the monastery was the abode of the most learned people, English literature naturally found its first outlet there. In its infancy it imbibed spirituality, which has ever since been its undercurrent. Thus Christianity brought with it a double influence, an influence both intellectual and spiritual. Religion gave a noble sacredness to life. Christianity found good in these barbaric people and sanctified it ; their nature was filled with mercy and peace. The home became a sacred, aflec- 78 tionate place, where peace reigned. Chivalry entered their religion, as is seen in the word, “ leornung cniht,” meaning “ disciple.” Christianity having been introduced by the Ro- mans, the most intellectual people of the time, a great impetus was given to literature and our vocabulary was widened. Religion influenced poetic feeling, and this expression of religious views in poetry did much toward the advancement of Christianity. In the poems of Cynewulf the old heathenism has vanished, and one is brought face to face with the new feeling of a blessed hope and peace. Although his poems are filled with moral teachings, which may seem like sermons, they are the first to introduce spirituality into poetry. No sooner had the union of the Teutons and Kelts been accomplished, and Christianity been introduced, than England was threatened by a fresh invasion of heathenism. The Danes invaded the northern part of England, and pillaged and laid waste the country. The only way to put an end to their invasions was to yield Northumbria to them; so that when Alfred came to the throne, the learning of the North had become almost extinct. He immediately threw himself into the task of educational reform, and through his influence the South rose into new prominence and became the literary center. The Norman Conquest, coming at the time it did, not only had a great influence upon the people, but also gave new life to their literature. The Normans, or Northmen, were originally a mixed horde of adventurers from Scandinavia, who had con- quered Northern France. These people had fallen upon the finest country of Southern Europe, and appropriated to their use all tint they deemed best in the civilization of the peoples they subdued. At the time the Normans invaded England they were the most cultured people in Europe. The English, somber, serious and genuine, when brought in contact with the Normans, exactly opposite in these respects, were most beneficially influenced. The Normans had become as truly Keltic as the English were Teutonic. They had the high emotions, but lacked the patience to put these high emotions into execution, 79 while the English possessed the needed self-control and patience; so when these elements were combined a great literature was formed. Burns, for instance, had the high feelings of a poet, but the Keltic lack of steadiness made his life a sad failure. In the weird stories of our American author, Hawthorne, the traits of character of the superstitious Teuton are carefully and clearly portrayed. Shakespeare is the happy combination of the two elements. In his tragedies sternness and seriousness are relieved by delicate touches of tenderness and pathos. One soon wearies of the flippant; and this is also true of the serious; for what would life or literature be if only the somber pervaded it? The Normans, by adding expression and lightness to the homely English poem and thus making it literature, charmed the English with their own stories, which before had never had the least attraction for them. They brought culture and refinement into England, and in turn received steadiness and genuineness of character. The English, with their rare genius, when modified by the gentler, more fanciful elements of the Norman nature, produced the greatest of all literatures, whose keynote is spirituality. What would the Parthenon be, with its firm foundation, perfect structure and architectural beauty, without the sculptured decorations of Phidias ? No structure of ancient times has attracted so much attention among architectural and archeolog- ical students ; yet it is not the structure, but the sculptures of the mythological figures, the artistic colors and delicate touches of the sculptures and paintings that so much interest the enlightened and cultured people of the present century. The literature of England had a strong basis, a mechanical structure and a noble purpose ; but not until the Normans had begun their work as sculptors did its beauty and greatness appear. The Normans, by adding vivid coloring, lively imagination, and a fanciful style to English literature have made it to-day the Parthenon of all literatures. Anna Meade Lockhart. 80 " Enjo U?o’selves.” March 6th. Scene — Second-floor Hall. “ Say, girls, the St. Albans boys are coming! ” “ What? ” “ When ? ” “ How do you know ? ” “ What for ? ” “ Who told you ? ” “Well, listen: Next Friday evening the St. Albans Glee Club is to give a concert at the Opera House, and, of course, Mr. Tharp will let us go.” “ Won’t that be jolly ! ” “ Say, Hazel, let me wear that little black hat of yours with the wings on it, please — and I ’ll let you wear my side-combs.” “ Fan, I want to borrow that blue ribbon of jmurs, and are you going to need your coat ? ” “ I wonder if Addie would lend me that cerise ribbon bow of hers.” “ Toler, who are you going with ? ” “ Bert, you are going with me.” Finally this noisy scene ends, and the girls take their respec- tive “ sweethearts ” to talk it all over again. 82 March 10th. Scene — Breakfast. “ Good morning, good — What did you say ? ” “ Oh, yes, I ’m going ; are you ? ” “ I ’m just crazy to, but I only have three cents.” Well, we went. Mr. Keller, in his first “ coon song,” sang “Enjoy Yo’self.” And we did. Every number on the pro- gramme was encored. March 11th. Scene — Breakfast. “ Didn’t we have a jolly time ? I tell you, I certainly would like to meet Mr. B.” “ Oh, he ’s not nearly so good looking as Mr. K.” “ Well, I thought Mr. M. was the cutest of all ; but what ’s the use of talking about them ; we ’ll never see any of them agai ” “ Clang ! Clang! ” rang the bell for silence, and Mr. Tharp arose: “Young ladies, we will entertain the young gentlemen from St. Albans at luncheon to-day.” We had always known that our president was a “ brick,” but now he was a whole chimney. The gentlemen were received by the Faculty and Senior Class who introduced them to the rest of us. To Mrs. Tharp we make our best bow, for our luncheon was delightful. This over, we returned to the parlors and had a “ swell elegant ” time in the genuine college style. At 1:30 a “coach and four” appeared, and amid the St. Albans and S. W. Y. I. yells, the boys were gaily borne away. Long live our generous president and wife, our splendid Faculty, Southwest Virginia Institute, and the St. Albans Glee Club ! 83 Notes. The Faculty behaved beautifully. Mr. K. [as they drove ott] : “I’ll be back to school next year, girls.” Professor M. [to timid girls]: Oh, go on in, girls; they are just dying to see you.” Young Gentleman [who thinks Prof. S. is unmarried] : “ I say, Professor, you are strictly in it, up here among all these young ladies.” Professor S. : “Well, yes, I ” Young Gentleman: Oh, it seems to me you never would grow tired of them; I wouldn’t. Dignified Spinstress (?) [age, twenty, to young gentleman, age, about twenty-four] : “ You are mere school-boys, aren ' t you ” IIe [ironically] : “ Oh, yes, we are only ‘ kids.’ ” Some one is said to have remarked that she thought the young gentlemen were “ slightly egotistical, but not susceptible to sophistication ” We say they are O. K. “ Lysander.” Miss T. received information from her honorable wash lad} ' that she had found a pair of shoes in the wash, and if she would call they would be returned to her. F. B. : What part did J. H. take in Julius Caesar? N. T. : He was Romeo. 84 THE CHAPEL “2 on.” “ I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.” Don! I just can remember when lie came to our Kg? house to hve. was the early summer, and in the afternoon, while I was sitting out on the front steps, trying to pull my canary’s tongue out to find the music-box that I thought to he at the root of it, I heard Aunt Mathilda scolding some one in the sitting-room. I could not hear her words, hut her harsh voice seemed harsher than ever, and in my heart I pitied the one she was talking to. Thinking there would be as much fun in hearing Aunt Mathilda scold some one other than myself, as in trying to pull out a little old bird’s tongue that I couldn’t even catch hold of, I threw the much abused pet into the cage, tipped into the hall, and peeping into the sitting-room, saw my father. Poor man, at a glance I knew that something was wrong. I rushed into the room, jumped up on his knee and cried at the top of my voice, “ Pull her tongue out, papa, pull her tongue out!” He clasped me tightly, and whispered, “Rush, my child, hush!” Turning quickly toward my aunt he spoke to her in a tone I had never heard him use before, “ Mathilda, remember, he is our sister’s child !” I looked quickly up into his face, and what I saw there filled my child’s heart so full of a strange, fierce anger that I would gladly have strangled Aunt Mathilda; but as soon as he finished speaking, he got up from his chair and, still holding me 87 in his arms, went as far as the door; then, looking steadily into Aunt Mathilda’s eye, said calmly, “ The child will be here to-night ; arrange his room and let us say no more about it !” I was put to bed earlier than usual that night, and as I lay there in a half doze, I heard papa’s voice in the hall, and in a moment more, he was leaning over the bed. He held in his arms a little figure, and I heard him saying, “ Little one, this is Hon, your cousin; he has come to live with us and to be your brother.” Then I went to sleep. The next morning, as soon as we were left alone, I snatched Don’s hand and dragged him out to the barn to see my five little kittens, and then slowly marched him to the bird’s cage to show him my canary. I had some misgivings in approaching the cage, for I had been feeling rather guilty all the morning over the heartless way I had hurled the bird back into the cage. I must have squeezed the poor little thing very hard the evening before, for when we peeped into the cage it looked perfectly stiff and lifeless. At sight of it I burst into such a fit of crying and screaming that papa and Aunt Mathilda were soon near me. “ My child, what is it ?” “ Oh ! papa, papa, I Ve killed my bird, my poor bird.” Good thing it ’s dead !” I heard Aunt Mathilda say ; “ I never did believe in letting children have such worthless pets around the house. I ’m glad it ’s dead, so I am. Move, boy, and let me throw it away ?” Don was standing in front of the cage, looking fixedly at the bird. Even after Aunt Mathilda spoke, he stood perfectly still. “ Move aside, I say!” and she pushed him away, thrust her hand into the cage, and caught hold of the bird. Quicker than a flash Don’s hand grasped hers and held it. His small, white hand seemed like a tiny speck on Aunt Mathilda’s large, bony one, but he had the power to hold her. “ Let go the bird !” His voice was so low that I could scarcely hear it; Aunt Mathilda looked quickly at him. 88 “ Let go, I say !” Slowly her fingers relaxed, and in a moment more Don had the bird in his hands. lie worked over it for hours, breathing into its mouth, rubbing it, and time and again pressing it close against his cheek. The bird finally revived and I gave it to Don. That was the first but not the last victory Don won over Aunt Mathilda. He was a pale, thin child, with wide-open brown eyes, light hair and fair skin. There was a far-away, dreamy look in his eyes that always made me think of a picture I had found up in the garret a long, long time before I ever saw him. It was the prettiest picture I had ever seen in my life, and when I found it I was so delighted with my prize that I ran with it to my father and begged him to make up a story about it and tell it to me. Taking the picture he asked me where I had found it, and after looking at it for a long time, put his hands over his eyes and said : “ A story ! Little one, don’t you think your old daddy ever gets tired making up stories to tell such a little curiosity- shop as you are? Well, let me see; a story? Yes, there is a ‘ truly true’ story I can tell you about the picture, and one that I have said over in my heart every day for the last ten years. “ This was a beautiful lady, that lived years ago, in a large, pretty house, something like this house, little one, near a river; and she lived there alone with her brother and sister, for her mother and father were dead. Her brother and sister loved her better than their own souls. She was so pretty, so gentle and loving, her hair was so shining and golden, her eyes so bright and her laugh so merry, that they called her ‘ Sunshine.’ Days passed and each day she grew more beautiful, grew dearer to her brother and sister. “ At last, the war came, aud the brother left his sisters to stay alone until he should return. After four years of fighting he came back, and found the old homestead worn and battered, his older sister heart-broken, and little ‘ Sunshine ’ gone — yes, gone. He searched for her everywhere, but he could find no trace; she seemed to have disappeared, to have left them forever. “ In losing one, he lost both of his sisters, for in place of the kind, loving, elder sister, who had been father and mother to both him and ‘ Sunshine,’ he found a woman so bitter and hardened that her heart seemed to have closed up, and she could not open it for any one — not even for you, my pretty one ! ” “ Go on, papa; why did she leave her sister and brother, and never tell them where she was going?” “ She fell in love with a man her sister did not like — a Yankee soldier; and when she refused to give her consent to the marriage, ‘ Sunshine ’ married and went away, leaving a note for her brother; but he never received it. Come, now, let us go, that is not a pretty story, and we can finish it another time.” I held the picture tightly in my hand and would not give it up when he tried to take it from me. I kept it up in my room, in a little tin box, and after Don came I showed it to him and told him the story of “ Sunshine.” Each day I loved Don better and better, and papa seemed to love to just sit and look at him. Once I heard him say, “ So like her, yet sadder than ever I saw her.” After he had been with us a while, I wondered how we had ever lived without him. lie was so kind, so gentle and so beautiful! Aunt Mathilda loved him, but Dou never knew it, for she never relaxed in her sternness toward him, never for one moment became tender, never showed that he was any more to her than any one else in the world. The canary was always Don’s most precious pet. He trained it to know when he came near it, to come out of its cage, light on his shoulder, or fiy about in the room. One evening Aunt Mathilda was in a worse mood than ever ; she had just finished baking some bread and had put it on the table to cool. Don coming into the room just then, whistled to the bird and it flew toward the table. Aunt Mathilda was 90 putting some wood into the stove, and when she heard the whistle she looked up, and seeing the bird, threw at it the stick of wood she had in her hand. It missed the bird but struck Don on the back of his head. Then passed long days and nights of agony. Aunt Mathilda lived but to care for him ; no burden was too heavy, no task too great. With a breaking heart she sat night after night by his bedside, taking no rest and no nourishment. One morning, after a night of anxiety, he breathed one long, deep sigh, and the struggle was over. Yet he is not dead, hut living, living in the life of a quiet, loving woman who lives but to bless. M. A. E. J. M. : Where is Mrs. G. from ? C. II. : Illinois. J. M. : Is that in Indiana. Soph. English girl : I don’t feel the least like studying. I suppose I am mentally “ disinsposed.” Mr. T. (to four girls): If you four girls make a quartet, what would live girls make? M. M. W. : Why a quartet and one extra. Miss T. (on rushing the season in her new spring hat) informed Mr. B. that her sweetheart was jealous because he didn’t want her to rush anything but him. !)1 Brt IRotes ]I1E art pupils of Southwest Virginia Institute were greatly inspired in their work at the very beginning of the school session. The city of Bristol held high carnival for three days, early in October, and among the many attractions the art exhibit did not rank low. Our teacher, Mrs. Lucy Kirby- Parrish, had this department in charge, and enthusiastic and interested as she always is in her loved and chosen work, she determined to make this feature a success. Her two large tapes- tries, “ The Return from the Festival” and “ A Summer Idyl,” were sent from Nashville, and it was indeed a rare treat for Bristol and its visitors to view and study these beautifully exe- cuted gems of art work. There were other lovely pictures on exhibition in oil and water colors, pastel, and some pen-and-ink work. After seeing such good and noteworthy work of others, with what an impulse the students have worked this term ! A more interested and absorbed group of workers does not exist, which is daily attested by the fact that on the ringing of the 4 p. m. bell, no one is ready to lay aside pencil or brush, and all think it is “so long till to-morrow.” Among the attractive and much admired pictures of this year, mention must be made of Miss Emily Baker’s picture in oil, “ Love and Innocence,” and also her “Madonna and Child,” and portrait in crayon. 92 Mrs. Chaney’s pastel work is the envy of all ; we do not see how she accomplished so much, being a very busy little woman everywhere. Her “ Madonna,” “ New England Kitchen,” and portrait in pastel are her most notable pictures. Miss Mary Copenhaver’s work is lovely. Her studies of “ Fruit,” “ Chrysanthemums,” “ Crocuses,” and the beautiful picture entitled “ Meditation,” all in pastel, are a delight to us all and will surely add much beauty to her home when they are transferred. Miss Frances Terry devotes her time to pen-sketching and her book of drawings is one of the most enjoyable and original productions of the year. Another worker with pen and ink is David Handy, and Ellis, that dear boy of eight years, is the pet of the studio. When he comes to draw every one is interested, not only in his progress, but in his funny, cute little sayings. Mr. Sullins DeVault’s work embraces many branches of art — tapestry, oil, and pen-sketching hardly complete the list, so varied are his talents. Ilis excellent work done for the Annual will be seen and admired by many. What could be more apropos than those sketches done by teacher and pupil ? They add much charm to the publication. Miss Ida Thompson’s penchant for trays is known to all the school and she has painted some beautiful pieces. Miss Mary Aston’s painted china is very notable, one of the daintiest bits being a tray with hawthorn design. Other pupils in china painting have bowls, chocolate-sets, plates with flower and figure designs, and tinted plates in profusion. Truly, every one is repaid by studying art, for not only do the eye and hand receive training, but one’s taste is cultivated in the appreciation of the beautiful. The students of ’98-99 can never forget the happy hours spent with Mrs. Parrish, and will, with gratitude, remember her kindly interest in all their under- takings. B. v. S. 93 j£at, Brink anb be fIDcrr , for Go morroww We sat on the floor at midnight, And the light was burning low ; And the shadows lurking round us Made a ghostly, weird-like show. Our thoughts were not of the shadows, Nor of the ghosts that gather above ; We sat at the wake of a turkey Laid out with reverent love. His wings on his bosom folded Were crossed as though in prayer To the maidens watching o’er him Some vestige of him to spare. About him were pickles and candy And apples and cakes and pies, And all the unwholesome concoctions From which dread nightmares arise. And soon of the good things about us There remained not the smallest part, — When suddenly sounded a footstep That froze the blood in each heart. For the matron caught on to the racket, And sought out our feasting-room ; Each rushed for a bed or a curtain, For we knew our awful doom, Should it ever he rudely discovered That we had “ defied the decree,” Which saith at the ring of the light bell Each one in her room must be. I can still see the long procession, As we meekly filed out of the door, For she jerked us from our hiding-place And said she would do more. And forever and forever, As long as tears are brine, We ' ll remember the words of that judgment day, “ Girls, let your light so shine. ” 97 (Srabuation IRecttals ORTITNATE, indeed, has been the Institute in the grad- uates from the elocution and vocal departments this year. Miss Selman and Miss Griswold have every reason to feel that their departments were splendidly represented by Misses Handy, Manor and Ilodge. We had been looking forward for weeks, and even months, to Peggie’s recital, for the many time3 that we had heard her before assured us of the treat in store for us. Owing to the bitterly cold weather the recital was postponed, hut at last the long expected evening came. The sweet, pathetic story of Captain January was so perfectly told us, that we actually wit- nessed the scenes narrated. There was not one heart that did not beat in sympathy with Captain January and Little Star, as their simple yet tragic life was unfolded to us. Peggie’s voice, though naturally possessing much power and unusual sweetness, has developed to a wonderful extent under skillful training. Every movement of her body showed perfect ease and self- control. But let us not forget the assistance given Peggie by our vocal teacher, Miss Griswold. It is always a rare treat as well as an inspiration to hear Miss Griswold sing. Bristol has never heard more finished and artistic singing. 98 programme. CAPTAIN JANUARY, BY LAURA E. RICHARDS. Star Bright, Miss Handy. The Story. Parla Waltz, Miss Griswold. Arditi. Imogen and Bob. Miss Handy. Visitors to Light-Island. Polonaise from “ Jerusalem.” Miss Griswold. . . Verdi. The Original, Miss Handy. Our second recital was held March 30th, 1899. Misses Manor and Hodge were greeted by a crowded and enthusiastic house. We who had watched Miss Manor’s growth from time to time, knew what an enjoyable evening would be ours when the time should come to give a reading from “ Sohrab and Rustum.” There is no finer poem in the English language, and it was a severe task that Miss Manor had set for herself in trying to master this poem. Perhaps her strongest work was shown in her description of the meeting of Sohrab and Rustum, the challenge, and the subsequent combat. Miss Manor portrayed the scenes with dramatic intensity and vividness. Her voice was perfectly controlled, and her gestures appropriate and effective. 99 It is hard to say all that one would like to say of Miss Hodge’s work, for we were all so charmed while she sang that we gave ourselves up to the spell and simply listened and enjoyed. Though Marye had sung for us so many times before, yet we were scarcely able to appreciate the wonderful advancement made in her work this year, which showed an artistic finish that had not been there before. Her high notes were taken with perfect ease; the delicacy of tone at times could not have been surpassed by an artist of years’ experience. She never sang more sweetly or with more power. Southwest Virginia Institute has never had occasion to feel better satisfied with her graduation recitals. We are justly proud of the girls and their instructors. programme. a. Berceuse from “Jocelyn” ........ Godard t). “ O hice di quest anima ” from Linda di Chamounix . . . Donizetti Miss Hodge Sohrab and Rustum ........ Matthew Arnold Section t The Challenge Miss Manor a. Serenata . . . . Moszkowski b. Ask What Thou Wilt DeKoven c. My Heart is Sair Gilchrist Miss Hodge Section ii The Combat Miss Manor Valse-Legende .......... Faure Miss Hodge Section hi The Recognition Miss Manor 100 MISS PEGGIE HANDY. XEbe 5letgb=dbe anb Hftermatb ERE come the sleighs !” was fairly shouted, and sure enough the bells were jingling a merry tune, as two sleighs, drawn by four horses each, came gliding up the driveway. A jolly crowd of college girls actually piled into the sleighs. Each tried to get best place, so some scrambling ensued, before the driver cracked his whip, and we glided away for a sleigh-ride. Everything went well for a dozen blocks, flying over “several many” hills, dodging some snowballs and returning more scpxeals, when the rider, who watched the sleighs, an- nounced that our sleigh had to halt for repairs ! “ Oh, goodness, now we won’t get to finish our ride !” So we alighted, in a truly “ country store ” and waited for the patch-work to be done. While we waited, Professor Schlech- tendal, taking advantage of the opportunity to get in some work on the pedals, sold shoes — and they were not half-soled either ; — they went like hot-cakes, at from five cents up. lie said our music needed more soul ! Well, we waited for half an hour, then continued our ride up Main Street, out Pennsylvania Avenue, past Fairmount Hotel and home by King College. There the boys greeted us with much waving of — towels ! These large handkerchiefs (?) had a color peculiarly their own ; or did they seem so in contrast with the snow ? 103 We arrived at the “ ’Stute,” hoping no more wanted to go, so we might take another ride; hut another forty followed our crowd. Then our thoughts turned to some am usements for that night. The grocer was kept busy answering our inquiries as to the price of sugar, “ How much popcorn can we get for fifty cents,” and if he had any peanuts. “The primary room is a lovely place for a candy pull; s’pose we go down, and make each pull his share of candy!” We went, and such jolly times as we had! Those who took no active part in preparing the candy, remained in the halls, and played at “ charades.” At the height of the guessing one side proposed “ omnibus,” and such a promiscuous “ bussing ” you never saw ! In the excitement our genial president rushed up to our grave professor of “ Math.” and, embracing him warmly, endeavored to imprint a kiss upon his blushing cheek. A struggle ensued, and this is where the “ aftermath” came in! “ Come on nowand get some candy !” and who waited for a second invitation ? Hot I. After all had been served, I asked Mr. Evans if he would not have some of my candy. He said : “ Take it upstairs and let it dry, and then divide with me.” I never knew before that you had to let candy “ dry ” after you had pulled it. Now who does not vote this day’s pleasure as the best comic Valentine ever received ? All yell “ ’T was just too lovely for any use ”; “ I want to go again ” — and with many like exclamations, at eleven o’clock, we go lazily upstairs to dream of sleighs, and songs, and towels. “ Ione.” 104 {Thanksgiving E ay f HANKSGIYING ! My, how we had all longed for the time. For weeks beforehand hungry girls might be heard saying : “ I do wish it were Thanksgiving Day — and dinner time.” The day was very cold, but clear. That was already something to be thankful for — a clear day — for it is only on very special occasions that the sun deigns to cast his rays over Bristol. We went to church in the morning, and spent the afternoon in quiet enjoyment. We all knew there was to be company for dinner, so everybody made desperate efforts to “ look pretty.” Promptly at six o’clock dinner was served. Mrs. Parish, our art teacher, painted the menus, and everything was quite “ dead swell,” to use an S. W. Y. I. expression. About eight o’clock we all gathered in the parlors and spent a most pleasant evening. Miss Brocket! recited, and Misses Thompson, Hodge, Logan and Tharp sang. But, through it all, no one seemed to forget the true meaning of the day, and as each tired head was laid to rest in the “ wee sma’ ” hours of the night, a little prayer of thankfulness rose to the watching Night Angel. “ Tiiarpy.” 105 Mbo Iknows Whether Prof. E. was shocked when Miss J. M., at break- fast, told him she “ would take a roll down there by him ” ? Why the “ St. A.” boys did not stay longer? Why M iss L. B. so often whispers to herself, “ To-be or not To-be, that is the question ” ? Why Miss L. L. is always digging up old Graves? Why Miss A. G. is called tall, but never called down? What great fame the Senior English class will gain for their revised edition of Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar”? Whether Prof. S. knows that criticism consists in saying good things as well as bad. Why one of our professors always gets things down “ Pat ” ? When the Senior English class will make it possible for Prof. S. to apply the true standard of criticism ? 106 lectures OTII enjoyable and profitable have been the series of lectures we have heard this year. They have been on various and widely differing subjects, variously and differently treated, but we have enjoyed each and every one. The first lecture was given by Dr. Phipps, our professor of Philosophy, and was both amusing and in- structive. Dr. Phipps told us many interesting things about the customs and manners of the Greeks and Turks among whom he spent five years of his life. The descriptions he gave of his neighbors in Thessalonica, and the stories he told about them, were full of wit and fun. We hope sometime to hear more of his experiences there. Bishop Vincent was so kind as to come up and address us when he was iu Bristol last fall. It is impossible to tell how much we enjoyed it, and how great an inspiration we got from him. None of us will ever forget that talk. We went away realizing as never before the possibilities of nobleness and use- fulness which life gives us; we saw as never before the beauty of a well-spent life — such a life as Bishop Vincent’s own has been. Dr. Dulaney’s lecture, “ Mirth and Melody,” is well named. Mirth was certainly the order of the evening. Ills jokes were really funny and his manner of telling them inimitable. Dr. Jones, of the Main Street Methodist Church, made us a scholarly address on “ Self-Culture.” The splendid way in 107 which he developed his subject, aided by his impressive delivery made this one of the most enjoyable of our lectures. Rev. Dr. Cochran, of the First Presbyterian Church, gave us a stirring talk from the text “ Stir up the gift that is in you.” He urged the importance of taking advantage of our opportu- nities to cultivate the talents given us. His talk was one from which much good should come. Our professor of English, Mr. Steed, talked to us about “ Words,” and though he insisted that his subject was very dry, we found the lecture exceedingly interesting. He told us the lives of some of the words we are all acquainted with — through what changes and vicissitudes they reached their present forms. So effectually did he sugar-coat his facts in his own brightly arranged words, that thinking we were just being very well entertained, we learned some useful things. Dr. Wallace, President of King College, spoke to us con- cerning “ Beauty ” — the spiritual as well as the physical. Dr. Broaddus gave us a vivid account of a trip by sea from Norfolk to New York, and offered to give any one who would use it the return coupon of his ticket. 108 Ube IBook of jpate BLENDS, lovers, enemies, lend me your eyes : I come to praise the class not to bury it. “In nature’s infinite book of secrecy,” much can I read, and if jou would like to know the fate of the Class of ’99, follow me and I will lead you into the future thirteen years and let you see what each girl has done. Bodie Bidgood, from Churchland, you may think the most ecclesiastical of our number, but do not judge her by her name, for “what ’s in a name?” The above-mentioned young lady having been the rejecter of man} offers of marriage, and being thoroughly disgusted with beaux, decided to become trained in the art of caring for the sick and helpless. She realized this as a noble calling, and many a despondent person was called from death to life by tender words of cheerfulness and watchful attention. She has been constantly watching the improvement of somebody, who was injured in a railroad accident some time ago, now become her favorite patient, also her patient favorite. The object of her special care is fast regaining his health, and with this improvement is fast falling in love with Bodie. She had promised to share his fortune with him, not know- ing he had any; but just after the contract was sealed a distin- guished English nobleman called for the remains of the man who was injured in a wreck, and was supposed to be no more; and she told her father-in-law the glad tidings of his son’s recovery and engagement. 109 As soon as she was married she left for England, and Flora Pendleton left with her to study music in Germany. Flora became domesticated with wonderful quickness and made rapid progress. After studying for live years she returned to America, the most proficient performer in the country. She had no desire to lead a public life, and after reaching Virginia once more, and giving one concert, she retired into private life, but did not give up her profession. She told me why she did not continue her public career, and this is the reason. The fol- lowing winter she was married to a wealthy banker, and is now residing in a magnificent mansion on Fifth Avenue. She is very happy, as she is doing much good for six young girls to whom she gives lessons free of charge. They are very talented and have no means to get a musical education. Addie Huff is still in the world, exerting her best efforts to find the location of the soul. Not having succeeded in that undertaking, she has concluded, however, that a sane person’s mind is in the head, and she has devoted her life to the study of the human system as it influences the mind. She is the leading physician in the Chicago Insane Asylum, and what time she can take from her patients she devotes to medical journals, writing article after article. One of her last articles on the modern treatment of the mind as affected by the body would compel you to use every dictionary and encyclopedia in the English lan- guage before grasping her meaning. Iler work so far has been worthy of commendation, for by her skill in this science many a mind has been repaired and many a useless life prolonged. Anne Matt Greer chose teaching for her profession, and taught three years before she found out she had missed her calling. Then her health failed and she traveled for two years. All this time she had not neglected the cultivation of her beautiful voice, which was indeed one that was admired everywhere. She occasionally sang in the cathedral in New Orleans, and one Sunday morning as she sang her favorite, she sang it with such feeling that a stranger was much moved by her voice and greatly impressed by her face, which he never forgot. He turned out 110 to be a famous evangelist, and Anne Matt is the wife of Rev. Mr. Jeremiah St. John. There came out in the Century last month, a criticism on the literature of the twentieth century, and the best novel published so far has for its author, Miss Lucy Dickinson. She has been recognized by all Americans, excluding Miss Lillian Bell, and other critics, as the leading novelist. Miss Dickinson is still at work, and her next book is prophesied to be her best work. I hear it is dedicated to her old classmates, and if it is true, T am sure the book will be good, and the class should feel honored by such a remembrance. Toler Moore married the summer after she left school, but her only desire was to be a society leader, and live in Wash- ington. She had a kind and aftectionate husband, but he was not rich in this world’s goods, so did his best to make Toler happy without going to Washington. Toler was always a little “ bossy,” so they decided to move to Washington. After having reached the desired place as leader of the social life, her husband died and she was left alone. But all things happen for the best, and Toler’s fondness for society had become less and less until she was glad to find her quiet home in Tarboro. She was there for two years, and after becoming reconciled to her husband’s death, she decided to go to a foreign land as a mis- sionary. She writes encouraging letters to us, and finds her work interesting. Olive Dungan always had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. She graduated from the leading university of America with great honor and distinction. Having mastered no less than ten languages she went to Europe to become proficient in these, and on her return was offered the chair of Modern Languages in Chicago University, where she is now teaching. She is the last of the genii, and after all the success of the class so far it will be too sad to say that Annie Tayloe — poor old soul — died a natural death, and was much mourned by a host of admiring friends, and especially by her family. lit “Hrbor 2)a .” PRIL 3rd we celebrated our first “Arbor Day,” the occasion being one of so much pleasure that we will not feel content to leave school another year unless we have planted some beautiful trees on our lawn as a lasting monument of time well spent. The following very appropriate programme was rendered in the chapel : Song ...... Scripture Reading . Prayer . The Religion of Trees The Science of Trees The Utility of Trees The History of Trees The Music of Trees The Romance of Trees Faith, Hope and Charity of Trees Immortality of Trees Song ...... “ The Class Tree” . Miss Wilson Mr. Steed Miss Kathleen Tharp Mr. Tharp Miss May Tayloe Mr. Steed Miss Peggie Handy Miss Lucile Manor Miss Hazel Brockett Miss Frances Terry “ Plant a Tree.” We then went out on the lawn and showed our love for nature by the interest and enthusiasm with which we selected names for our trees, and the desire of each one to throw in the most dirt. We are sure the little trees planted that day will live to be pointed out many years from now as emblems of our influence in introducing into our school the delightful “ Arbor Day.” 112 ©ur (Sett (ISAIAH XXV). Thou, O Lord, hast been our help through many ages ; Thou ’rt our refuge when the storm is raging high ; Unto Thee we fly for safety and protection ; Perfect peace is ours, O God, when Thou art nigh. To the poor Thou ’rt a supply that never faileth ; To the needy ones, a home in their distress ; In the faint, Thy mighty power their strength reneweth, Thou deliverest when grave care and toil oppress. When Thy followers ’neath the burning sunbeams fainting Weary, falling, call for help on Thee aloud, Thou from withering heat and noonday glare to shade them, O’er them art the gracious shadow of a cloud. Thou wilt wipe away all tears from off our faces, From all sorrows shall Thy people soon be free ; Death for thine, O God, its victory has yielded, Death is but the gate that opens out to Thee. Thou that faintest not, O thou who rt never weary, Thou who watching, slumbrest not, nor needest sleep, Thou who art a present help in time of trouble, Till the end, Thy trusting children guard and keep. 113 H Iboltbay Mbat=1Flot Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on streets of Bristol, Ever deeper, deeper, deeper Fell the snow on lawn and house-tops, Fell the covering snow, and drifted In the front walk, ’round the door-steps. UT notwithstanding this aspect of the weather we were not dismayed. We knew the boys would come, even if they should arrive in the shape of animated icicles. So our preparations went on merrily. “ Neither a borrower nor a lender he ” was disregarded as we con- sumed the afternoon finding out the most becoming costumes. By half-past eight we all were down stairs. The girls who were to receive were besieged with such entreaties as, “ Be sure to bring S. to me;” “Don’t put me with that horrid W “ Remember, I want to meet J. “ If I get with Mr. B. he sure to come to my rescue;” and “Don ' t forget me and II.” Before we had had time to impress on the girls the importance of these requests, the boys were being ushered in; and before I knew it I was being rushed around, meeting more hoys than I could possibly remember, and what most surprised me was the dis- 114 covery that I was enjoying it all immensely. I had always supposed I was timid ! In the conventional way the next feature of the evening was introduced. No one heard an invitation given, no one knew who led the way, but presently we found ourselves enjoying the dainty refreshments that had been prepared for us. We followed our fair hostesses of the evening from the dining-room to the offices, where we found a feast of a different kind. As we went in I heard Mr. S. say, “Now unmuzzle your wisdom.” The first thing I saw on one of the tables was a Red Rock. Then I picked up a picture of a man leaning back in his easy chair, enjoying a smoke. A girl looking over my shoulder said, “ I heard about that one. It’s Lean back.” We all were even more puzzled than at first. “A German Composer” is what was written under the picture. I began to call over the names of composers I could remember, and as I had taken a piece by him the week before, I recalled Leybach. One girl delightedly exclaimed, “ Why, it ’s Osop !” She held in her hand a plate with a large O in the center of it, and “ An Ancient Philosopher ” written on the other side. When the boy with her asked if she meant yEsop, she enjoyed the joke as much as the rest of us. Mr. T. suggested that. Plato was perhaps a little more ancient, as well as more of a philosopher. A group near us were vainly endeavoring to see “ The Choir Invisible” through the curtain across the front of a pipe-organ. “ That’s a Mere it” is what Mrs. S. said to us when we asked her about a large sheet of paper with a small it written on it. On the other side of the paper we read “ A general in the latest war.” “ Little Women ” was insulted with such ventures as “ Beauty’s Daughters ” and “ Fair Women.” It did not take us long to decide that the lighted candle was a Scotch poet. One that puzzled us more than all the others was a little boy at a blackboard, working examples. Some one suggested, “ A Men- tal Struggle,” at which suggestion several voices cried out, “ I think it is !” Miss W. came to our rescue with one of her char- acteristic quiet remarks, “ It looks to me as if that boy might be 115 after math.” There were forty such as these, and one boy guessed them all — so his girl says. “ If all the year were playing holidays To sport would he as tedious as to work ; But when they seldom come, they wished-for come.” This was certainly one of the wished-for occasions, and we all enjoyed it so thoroughly that we lingered even after the bell had rung for the boys to take their departure. 11 Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.” 11C jfacult ' g IRecttal The Faculty Recital and reception was given September 23d, 1898. The following programme was rendered. 1. Beethoven 2. Owen Meredith 3. Chaminade 4. Keinhold 5. George Eliot 6. Paderewski 7. (a) Baft - ( b ) Bohm 8. Dessauer Sonata Pathetique Aux Italiens Summer Impromptu The Spanish Gypsy Polonaise Cavatina 1 Serenade j Ouvrez Mr. Schlechtendal. Miss Selman. Miss Griswold. Miss Morris. Miss Selman. Mr. Schlechtendal. Mr. Utkrmoehlen. Miss Griswold. 117 fto (So or IHot to (So, £bat is tbe Question. R. TIIARP, are you going to give us a spring outing ? ” “Oh, I don’t know exactly, I’ll have to call a meeting of the faculty and discuss that right away. 5? “ Well, do you know where we are going, if we go ? ” “ No, not yet, we ’ll see about that too.” Although a keyhole is a very small atfair, it was the instru- ment through which we obtained our knowledge of this partic- ular faculty meeting. With all the dignity of his position, President Tharp arose and said: “ Of course you all understand they have been very good girls. The discipline of the school has been very nearly what we could have wished it. We have tried to instill within them strength of character; we have urg. d them to take this position — ‘Be true to yourselves.’ They have worked faithfully, so now I think it nothing more than right that they, and we, should have a day of recreation. I should like to hear from the rest of the faculty, please.” Then we heard the voice of our mathematics professor. “ My sakes alive ! It makes no odds to me ; let the children go, and give them a hundred on recuperation. We can arrange a little picnic for them as easy as a hill of beans.” We wondered who would speak next, and it wasn’t a half- 118 minute before we knew, for we heard such a grinding of heels, and some one spoke thus : “Well, first, I would like to ask the etymological meaning of this word ‘ picnic.’ Has any one looked into its history?” Another grinding and thumping of heels. “It seems to me that genuine human nature requires change and recreation occasionally — and the elevating benedic- tion of nature.” (A moment’s silence.) “Well, now, I just tell you how it is, dears, I think it behooves us to give the girls latitude, just so they don’t ship- wreck their opportunities. I think we could with impunity give them an outing at an early day.” “Well I’ll declare! ” says our K. C. Prof., “I think they ought to go — and by all means take hooks and lines along with them. Why, last year I went fishing down here on Beaver Creek and caught — “Ye gods and little fishes ! ” thunders out a terrible voice, “ When I was in the East, work and pleasure were ‘ twinned and inseparable.’ Ye volleys and thunders, let them go ! Pleasure is a sine qua non in this life.” Well, it seemed to us nothing could overcome such a thun- dering speech, but presently we heard a firm, decided, womanly voice saying : “ There is just this about it, we must select some spot where the frogs sing with the proper resonance. The tone must be kept well out of the throat ; they must vitalize or my vocal pupils most assuredly can not go. And, too, their ‘ vocal grin ’ must be correct.” “Ahem! ” — we knew who this hesitating gentleman was, — “ I feel that the spiritual benefit the young ladies will derive from this outing, will be sweetness and light to their minds; and the ideal spring is the most appropriate time for it.” “How Mister President, will you allow me to suggest, please, that we select a place convenient to pianos, so that my pupils may practice enough to keep their thumps well in, and their wrists up; with this understanding, and with the provision that 119 they be given an occasional r-r-rest, I give my consent to the picnic.” Then there was an ominous rustle and we heard our matron saying: “ I would just like to remark that I shall take along with me a hot-water bottle and an oil-stove in case of emergency. With proper precaution I think it would be advisable to go.” In a moment a dignified voice said : “ I am afraid we are drifting, we must have entire abandon to this subject. Shall we go and when? I believe that a day in the woods and things like that, would be very nice for the girls.” “ I quite agree with you, it would be a lovely trip, provided they take a tonic (chord) and their banjos with them.” Then a business-like voice was heard to say : “I feel sure that with persistent, intelligent practice, the young ladies could be gotten down to breakfast in time some pretty morning soon, to catch an early train, and reach some suitable spot by luncheon time.” “ For pity’s sake ! you don’t expect to take little Polly Z — along! Here I’ve been three weeks trying to teach her C scale; and by the time she ’s back, she will not know whether it runs from C to G or from G to Z.” “ Oui, but in spite of all this I am in favor of the trip. We can easily take a French grammar with us, and translate while we rest in the cool, quiet of the country.” “ 1 too am quite in favor of the picnic, but I shall insist that we select a place where it is most lovely, for I feel sure my pupils will be delighted to reproduce some of Nature ' s beauties.” “ Well, of couse they must go, but please remind me to take soap and towels for my primary department ; and I do hope there will be a river near, as the old darky said — ” After all these wise provisions for our general welfare — and still more talk on the subject — it is decided that we go for a pic- nic. This ends our part of the meeting for we had business elsewhere, before the knob was turned above that friendly key- hole. Question : Where does th q fun come in ? 120 “ Lysander.” Eoline Ba3aav NOTICE ! ! January 28th, 1899. Room, Fourth Floor. EOLINE BAZAAR ! Come early and avoid the rush ! All sorts of good things! Bring all your money and spend it ! Proceeds 00 to Eoline Library. JHE above “ notice ” was to be seen one Friday evening, on the bulletin-board, and of course every one, even the Harrisonians, became interested. We bad noticed for several days, that the Eolines bad been mysteriously whispering to each other in the halls, were having a many called meetings, and were paying Mr. and Mrs. Chaney an immense number of visits; the “notice” explained the meaning of it all. On Saturday evening we mounted the stairs to the fourth floor, and were greeted by the smiling faces of the Eolines. W e passed from the hall into the room in which we found the “ good things.” This room was artistically decorated in Eoline colors, great 121 and looked as pretty and attractive as the girls could make it. A candy booth occupied one corner, and was presided over by Miss Beall Hooker — another case of “ sweets, from the sweet, to the sweet.” The waiters were Misses Betti e and Annie Tayloe, Harrison, Huff, Dickinson and Tharp; and the cashier Miss Morgan. After we had partaken of the dainty luncheon, we were ushered into another room, which was vastly different from the first. Our eyes at once fell on a “ gypsy camp,” in which was seated “ our gypsy ” — Mrs. Schlechtendal. We all had our for- tunes told, and are patiently (?) waiting for them to come true. One young lady is counting the days, aye the hours, for the for- tune said, “ Your lovely eyes must be as stars, To give G. courage, not despair. Then in twelve months the world will say, ‘ Most happy ! happy ! happy ! pair ! ’ ” Then the real fun came! A donkey party! Had they been “ tales of misery,” I am afraid the atmosphere would have been “blue” for weeks to come ; however, they were only “donkey tails,” but a great many of them. Miss Toler Moore won the first prize; and Miss Maggie May White, by crowning the don- key with a tail, won the booby. Mr. Tharp is “ especially gifted ” as an auctioneer, for when he had finished, the crowd was the only thing that was not “ going, going, gone ! ” Then there was a great “ comparing of fortunes,” and the “ Eoline Bazaar” was pronounced a success. The library certainly profited. 122 (Suess. What fishy species appeals to Miss II. B. What the young lady meant when she said boys were refreshments enough for any reception. Why Miss A. M. L. when asked what character in “ Julius Cfesar ” she was going to take, answered “ Octavius.” How it leaked out that Miss B. H. did not object to lending her hot-water bag. What is M iss M. E.’s favorite color. Why Pro f. E. will go to Germany “ heart whole and fancy free.” Why the seniors are given so much latitude. What made Miss N. S.’s arms ache after the departure of a certain young Canadian. 123 [A SYMPOSIUM.] “ Heaven from all creatures hides the hook of fate.” R. FRANK R. STOCKTON is responsible for the statement that there was once a semi-barharic king, of rather eccentric tastes, who among other fanciful ideas, conceived the following novel plan of meting out justice to those of his subjects who had offended against his whimsical good pleasure. He had constructed a large amphitheatre, into the pit of which opened two doors identical in appearance, leading from two separate rooms. Behind the one of these doors on the day of trial was confined a ravenous tiger, and behind the other a beautiful woman to whom the for- tunate criminal who opened tins door was immediately married, without even the one preliminary question customary in such cases. The offender on trial, as well as all the spectators, the king included, was ignorant of the secret of the doors and was required to open the door of his choice, and so determine his innocence or guilt, with the corresponding reward or punish- ment. It so happened that this semi-barbaric king, as is often the case, had a beautiful daughter, who presumably shared his tem- perament ; though she as certainly did not share his unusual eccentricities, for she quite naturally and conventionally was 124 secretly beloved by, and loved in return, a handsome young sub- ject of her father’s, and that against the royal will. The penalty for so presumptious a crime was the trial by the doors in the amphitheatre, and to this the course of true love finally brought the youth. The princess sat with her father at the scene of the trial. Love had made her, like Thisbe, hold, and she had contrived to find out from the king’s chamberlain the secret of the doors for that day. The spectators had assembled, all was in readiness, the brave young criminal had entered the arena, and the signal had been given for him to open one of the two doors. Knowing that the princess would find out the secret of his fate, and trust- ing to her decision, he looked toward her. She raised her hand and motioned toward the door on the right. At this point, after reminding us that the princess is the daughter of a semi-barbaric king, and that the outcome of the criminal’s choice is either death or as certain marriage, Mr. Stockton leaves the story with the question, “ Which came out of the door, the lady or the tiger?” — an attitude toward the problem which can only mean that he has gone so far, for once in his writings, as to question for a moment what the feminine instinct would prompt a genuine woman to do under these conditions. In the following sympo- sium the members of the Sophomore English Class of South- west Virginia Institute have vindicated their sex from the implied charge of indeterminableness in questions involving the affections. TTraijtc. As her lover walked to the door, the princess sat pale and silent, moving not a muscle, stiller than death. The small, jeweled sword, which she always wore, swung loosely by her side. The people sat spellbound ; not a sound was heard ; no one seemed to breathe. When the prisoner laid his hand on the knob of the door the people sprang to their feet. The princess, with her right hand on her sword, stood by her father in front 125 of the people. As the heavy door swung back the creaking of the hinges was the only sound heard in that vast multitude of people. There, upon the threshold, stood — the lady. As she stepped forward the people drew a sigh of relief, and burst into a mighty applause ; but the princess stood still and pale, more death-like than before. Her hand clutched the sword, her muscles contracted, her face told of unspeakable agony. There, in the presence of that mob, she was fighting the hardest battle of her life, her better nature trying to control her semi-barbaric nature. The contest was hard and bitter. In a few seconds, a smile came over her face, as though the contest were over, and she had conquered ; when, on looking up, she saw her lover, his face radiant with joy, walk forth, take the lady by the hand and lead her to the altar. Then, as never before, the barbaric blood rushed through her veins, and unable to control herself longer, she sprang forward with a cry of unutterable anguish, and ran her sword through the heart of her lover. Jamie Jones. Ifnoentous. After the princess had waved her hand toward the door on the right, she quietly left the arena, quite unobserved, as all eyes were fixed on the handsome youth that awaited his doom. Hearts stopped beating; which should it be? Life or death ? And when he opened the door to life, shout after shout rent the air. With her dark loveliness hidden behind a veil, the bride came forth. The priest smiling blandly made them man and wife. A surprise awaited the people. The bride threw back her veil, and, with a smile of triumph on her face, the princess stood before the excited crowd. After leaving the arena, she had gone to the room of the lady, and as she expected, found her sleeping. The glass of wine had done its work. Quickly throwing oft " her cloak and putting the veil over her face, she was ready to meet her lover. 126 And the king ! At first he was quite angry, but the princess with the wit already displayed, soon put his anger to flight, and barbarian as he was, he smiled at the termination of things. “ See how good a thing is woman’s wit and loveliness that she can make kings forget their duty.” Frances Terry. IRoble. A war between love and jealousy had taken place in the heart of this semi-barbaric princess. When she had possessed her- self of the secret of the doors she knew that she held her lover’s life in her own hands, but that, in any event, her own happiness must be sacrificed ; it remained for her to decide whether she would see her lover torn to pieces by a tiger, or see the other woman made his wife. In the battle between the two emotions her heart had been first torn by fearful pangs of jealousy, then warmed by the thrill of love. The war was still waging when her lover came into the arena, and not until their ejes met did love win the victory! It was then that the princess raised her hand toward the door on the right and, when her lover opened it, watched the woman walk slowly into the arena. The man gave one pitying glance at the pale face of the woman who had sacrificed her happiness for him, and then very deliberately turned to the one who was to he his bride. With that movement hope went out of the heart of the princess, and the woman who had proved that love, even in a semi-barbaric heart, will conquer all things, turned her eyes from her altar of sacrifice. Hazel Brockett. athletic. The princess had lost sight of her own future, in the happi- ness of knowing that she could be the means of saving her lover from cruel death ; her thoughts, her eyes, her soul turned toward him alone. The youth, emboldened by the love-like gesture, stood ready to meet woman or tiger, torture or death. Standing aside, he slowly turned the knob. For a moment not only the princess and her lover, but all in the arena are in suspense. With one tremendous spring the tiger leaps forth clean past his prey; then the youth fast on his track, as if with super- human strength, seizes him by the throat. From the first attack the struggle was such as had never been witnessed in the arena ; and even the king’s lords joined in applauding the daring man. What were these applauses of the many, in comparison with the look he received from the one, his sweetheart ? An encour- aging look from her made the weakened man strong, and with one supreme effort, he rent asunder the tiger’s jaws. Death to the tiger was not instantaneous ; but triumph to the subject was both instantaneous and complete. The king received him, while he, in turn, received triumph, position and the princess. Lillie Bowen. Ibppnotic. When the princess pointed to the door on the right, imme- diately it was opened by her lover, and a most beautiful woman came out, all radiant with blushes. The youth glances at her sadly, and then at the princess, who sits like a statue. Then the youth looking at the semi-bar- baric face of the king, says in loud clear tones, “lean not marry one whom I do not love.” “ I command you to have the marriage performed this instant,” says the king. The youth stepping to the other door where the tiger is waiting, opens it without hesitation. From behind its iron bars a tiger springs forth, leaps into the air, then crouches at the young man’s feet. The youth by a piercing glance has overpowered the beast. Applause after applause is heard, and the people create a great uproar, but the king sits as if turned into stone. The princess swoons, the tiger still crouches at the young man’s 128 feet. The king moves and cries, “ Take him from the arena, he shall go unpunished.” The youth steps out of the arena, pauses, then walking to where the king sits, lifts up the limp form of the princess, and carries her out of the amphitheatre. As the crowd began to disperse the youth came again into the arena, with radiant face and announced the princess well. He requested the crowd to he seated, while a short ceremony was performed, uniting the happy couple. Beall Hooker. IRomanttc. Excitement and curiosity have reached the highest pitch when the handsome youth starts to the door on the right with a very determined air. As he reaches the door the people in the arena almost stop breathing. Never before was such silence known in this large place. The youth turns the latch and out walks the beautiful lady radiant with smiles. He stands for a moment as if stunned by some terrible blow ; the people all applaud because he has won a fair lady instead of meeting a terrible death. Amid the applause the princess faints, but only foramoment; andwhen she recovers she sees her lover standing at the door on the left. In the excitement the princess feels that she is as strong as a wild animal ; down the steps she rushes into the center of the arena; her lover doesn ' t see her; he opens the door and out rushes the tiger. When the people see the princess so near the tiger, some faint, others are so excited that they seem almost mad for a few minutes, and then everything is as still as death. The youth doesn ' t see the princess come down at all, nor does he see her until the tiger has rushed upon him; then the princess throws herself into the tiger’s jaws, thinking it will possibly save her lover; but it is too late; the tiger bears them both down and they meet death arm in arm. N. II. Thompson. 129 uo DafctSstan. Standing in the arena with arms tightly folded, the man awaited his doom. Two doors stood closed before him ; which should he choose ? To him it made little difference, for either fate would be doom. If he chose the lady he would he com- pelled by the king to marry her; and loving the princess as he did, he would forever he unhappy. If he chose the tiger, life would end for him. As the door was pointed out, he stepped forward, opened it, and there before him stood the tiger. All the strength of his manhood rose in desperation, and out of great love for the princess, he strained every muscle and, grasping the tiger by the throat, began the deadly combat. All eyes were turned upon the scene, the horrible chee rs were stopped, and silently the spectators waited the end. The two struggled on in silence, save for the cries from the tiger, hungry for his prey. By degrees the head of the tiger bent backward, so slowly it seemed to the man who held him; for at every moment his strength was growing less. At last the people heard a dull crunching of bones and the tiger rolled upon the ground. Louder and louder grew the cheers until the very ground seemed to shake and tremble. The cry for mercy was upon every lip, and as the young man approached the stand where the king sat, falling upon his knees, he uttered no words; but it was enough. Silently the king stooped and raising him, led him to the princess who sat with remorseful head bowed down. Lillian Lyle. fatalistic. As the young man advanced toward the door every one stood in his seat to see the one door or the other opened. Sud- denly a “thud, thud ” is heard and with one leap a tierce tiger is bursting from the door. He bounds past the youth who has stood aside, and before he can turn back upon his prey, the 130 princess leaps from the stage, and snatching something from her bosom, rushes between the tiger and her lover just as the beast is about to seize him. The tiger throws up his head with a mighty growl, and making straight at the princess, knocks her, with the dagger in her out-stretched hand, heavily upon the breast of the youth, and she sees with horror the dagger with which she intended to kill the tiger, buried in the heart of her lover. In the agony of her despair the princess fainted. The audience was wild with excitement and every man rushed to rescue the princess ; but none could reach her before the tiger seized her and bore her lifeless body out of the amphitheatre through the fatal door. Laura Carr. Ibapps. As she sat there beside her father in all the rich splendor of a princess, watching her lover go to his fate, her grief was great. She had sent him into the jaws of death, rather than see him leave the arena married to the beautiful, blushing young woman. She knew he loved her, and why should she hate to see him wed the lady ? Many thoughts flashed through her brain. Perhaps the woman would have died, been killed, been made a slave, and after all she and her lover could have fled into another country and lived in peace, love and happiness. As he opened the fatal door and heard the low, heavy breathing of the tiger, his thoughts flew back to the princess. Why had she told him this door? But time was pressing ; he had no chance for a second thought. The heavy skins were drawn aside and he stood face to face with one of the fiercest and hungriest beasts of the jungles. lie raised his eyes for one farewell look at the woman he loved; he would rather be torn limb from limb than marry a woman not of his choice. With one wild leap and a roar that chilled the blood in every person’s veins, the tiger sprang toward 131 the young victim ; hut the beast had used all the strength and life that was left to a beast in his starved condition, and the wild leap cost him liis life. The terror-stricken lover could hardly believe his eyes, as he saw the beast fall in the last agonies of death. The excite- ment in the arena was boundless, for the people had seen the princess leave her seat unnoticed by her father, and come through the same door as her lover, leading the priest and the dancing maidens to the place where the young man stood. Hearing the sound of music he turned and faced his beloved bride. His joy knew no bounds as he went and facing the king, looked at him in a way that seemed to ask for his permission. The arena was ringing with the shouts of the masses. The king was afraid to say no, and he answered with a wave of his sceptre. Annie Laurie Wester. psychological. The question is, “Did the tiger come out of that door, or did the lady ? ” Judging the heroine from a modern standpoint, without the slightest hesitation, everybody would say, “ Why, the lady, of course.” Could a woman, who possessed one particle of vital principle within her, deliberately direct the man she so passionately loved to a place where lie would suffer the most painful death? Could any living person sit still and view such torture, worse than any human being could inflict, upon the one man on earth to whom her heart was so tenderly cling- ing? Could she tell an innocent man to open a door to be devoured by a liger, when that man was trusting her; had enough confidence in her to do what she bade, whether it meant life or death? Then it must have been the lady in the room designated to the man by the princess. On the other hand, considering the passionate, impetuous, jealous nature of a half-savage girl, it could hardly be expected that she would allow her conscience to settle the matter, or to make her love for the man overcome her hatred and jealousy of 132 the woman. A woman can stand to see her lover die; but to see the man one loves living happily with the woman one hates, is a thing that a jealous; woman can not stand. And surely the princess was jealous. Judging the character of the king’s daughter from this standpoint, it can be said with positive cer- tainty that it was the tiger. Viewing her jealousy on the one hand, her dread of seeing her lover killed, on the other, and the losing of the man on both, which did she choose? It could not have made much difference to her; why should it make so much to us? It is enough for us to know that the princess’s lover was forever lost to her. With this conclusion in mind, let the solution of the matter be — it was the lady, or it was the tiger. Bettie Tayloe. .1607 Sixteenth St. N. W. , Washington, D. C., March 22 , 1399 . Mr. Carl W. Steed, Southwest Virginia Institute, Bristol, Va.-Tenn. Dear Sir:- Absence from home has prevented an earlier answer to your note. I am much pleased to know that you have selected " The Lady or the Tiger " as a subject for the discussion of your pupils, and I shall be glad to see the book which contains their opinions on the sub- ject. I have long desired that this question should be satisfactorily settled and, knowing as I do that it is only in the heart of a woman that a correct decision can t e found, I wait with great interest the conclu- sion to which your pupils shall arrive. Yours very truly , 134 Hn Xovuno IRemembrancc T 18 appointed unto men once to die;” for in the flesh shall no man see God. When, therefore, in the life of the spirit the time comes that the child of God shall go to his Father, death is the nat- ural process by which the spirit is freed, “ and we tiy away.” Our honored and beloved brother, Rev. Robert Ryland, had reached the time, both in years and in the process of the soul, when death is fitting. To us at Southwest Virginia Institute he came already advanced in age and full of the honors of service; yet he came “ not to be ministered unto, but to minister.” From the fullness of a long Christian experience he spoke to us as a father, and walked among us as a patriarch. His presence among us was as the oracles of God, a constant testimony that Ilis grace is sufficient for us, and “ His strength is made perfect in our weakness.” As morning after morning in chapel, with far clearer spiritual vision than physical, he read the words of Scripture, and spoke “ as one having authority,” we felt the presence and power of righteousness of life; and in his prayers we felt the perfect trust that “ the prayer of the righteous man availeth much.” When the news came that the consummation had come and he had entered into his rest, it was in our hearts to prayy “ Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his.” 135 Therefore, be it Resolved, That we, the faculty and students of Southwest Virginia Institute, recognize in the death of this good man, the going out of a life grand in its power for good, and great in its accomplishment of good; that he was a friend to us and the Institute such as it is rarely one’s privilege to have; and that we feel sincere and heart-felt sorrow at his death. Resolved, further, That we do most heartily feel for those to whom he was even more than to us an object of love and reverence, and that we pray Clod’s consolation and blessing upon them. Resolved, That copies of these resolutions be published in the Religious Herald , the Bristol Tribune, and the Worker. E. Tt. Morse, Care W. Steed, Lucy Dickinson, Olive Dungan, Emily Doughty, Committee. 1805 1899 f O my children, grandchildren and other relatives, along with former brethren and sisters in Christ Jesus who read this paper, 1 send my loving salutation on this, my ninety-fourth birthday. With the exception of eyes that require a large type, of ears that prefer an unwhispered gospel, of teeth that delight in soft food, and feet that walk by the aid of a friend, I enjoy good health. I have been absent from church only once this winter. “ But why have you lived so long?” Heaven is a prepared place for a prepared people, and some persons need more training than others to tit them for its delightful society and occu- pation. G od makes no mistake. Each of us has his own work to do. I will be detained here till it is accomplished. Let us only be faithful and our reward will be nicely proportioned to our work. It is more than probable that this will be my last address. May God’s richest blessing abide on you all. Ever yours, Lexington, Ivy., March 14th, 1899. R. Ryland. — Western Recorder. Reeling that we, among whom Dr. Rylan d spent so many lovingly remembered years, may be numbered as his children, we take his benediction for our own. 137 Contents l’ACi E Frontispiece — Main Building, Quotation, ............. Dedication, ... ......... Faculty Names, ........... Faculty (Picture), ........... President Tharpe (Picture), ......... opp Announcement, ........... Clubs and Organizations, ......... Dramatic Club, .... .... Dramatic Club (Picture), ......... Midsummer Night’s Dream, ... Midsummer Night’s Dream (Picture), ...... Oberon and Titama (Picture), ........ Mandolin and Guitar Club, . . .... Basket-ball (Picture) .......... Basket-ball Team, ........... Dead Swell Club, ........... Bachelor Maids, ........... Tennis Club, . . ......... Darning Club, ........... Senior Class (Picture), .......... Senior Class Roll, ........... Y. W. C. A., Harrisonian Literary Society Hall (Picture), ..... Harrisonian and Eoline Officers, ........ Eoline Literary Society Hall ( Picture), ....... List of Graduates, ........... Officers of Alumni, .......... Miss Hodge, Representative of Vocal Department (Picture) Chorus Class, ............ Board of Editors, ........... Board of Editors (Picture) ......... Advisory Board, ........... A Foreword and a Dedication, ........ 4 7 9 10 11 13 14 15 16 17 19 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 35 36 37 39 40 41 43 44 139 PAGE Honor to Whom Honor is Due, ........ 45 Our Mascot, ............ 46 Our Mascot (Picture) ........... 47 “Gramma,” ............. 49 The Parlors (Picture), ........... 55 Valentine Poem, ............ 57 Afternoon or Evening, ........... 58 The Dining room (Picture), ....... 63 Genus Homo, ....... ..... 65 The Scarf of the Demoiselle, .......... 66 Violin (Picture), ...... ..... 69 The Untuned Violin, ........ 70 An Eventful Occasion, ........... 71 The Officers (Picture). . . .... 73 Advertising Column, ........... 75 Early Formative Influences of English Literature, .... 76 Student’s Heart (Picture), .......... 81 “Enjoy Yo’selves,’’ ........... 82 The Chapel (Picture), ........... 85 “ Don,” ... . . ... 87 Art Notes, ........... 92 Light (Picture), ........... 94 Shade (Picture), ........... 95 Eat, Drink and be Merry, . . ..... 97 Graduation Recital, ........... 98 Miss Peggie Handy (Picture), ......... 101 The Sleigh-ride and Aftermath, ......... 103 Thanksgiving Day, ........... 105 Who Knows, ............. 106 Lectures, ............. 107 The Book of Fate, ........... 109 Arbor Day, . .112 Our God, .113 A Holiday What-not, ....... .114 Faculty Recital, . . . . . . .117 To Go or Not to Go, That is the Question, ....... 118 Eoline Bazaar, ............ 121 Guess, .............. 123 The Lady or the Tiger, . . . . .124 Stockton’s Letter, . . . . . . .134 In Loving Remembrance .......... 135 1805-1899, 137 Advertisements, ..... ... 141 140 Adver tise ments. ???????????????? Cadies’ and men’s Tine Shoes ««« a Specialty , , , , YOU will always find just what you are looking for in all these lines of goods, and prices that will save you money on everything you buy from H. P. KING CO. Dress Goods Silks and notions v H. P. King Go. 606 MAIN ST. BRISTOL, TENN. W0 LARGEST STOCKS at FINEST GOODS LOWEST PRICES Dress Goods, Silks Notions, Gloves, Hosiery, Hamburg;, Laces, Muslin, Lace Curtains, Carpets, Matting, Trunks and Shoes Richardson Brothers DEALERS IN ALL KINDS OF HOTHOUSE PL A NTS RASPBERRIES AND STRAWBERRIES. CUT FLOWERS AND FLORAL DESIGNS A SPECIALTY. TELEPHONE 59 ... . BRISTOL?, TENN. Both Plants and Cut Flowers are very cheap, and prompt attention given to all orders. John B. Jones Co. 3fanc£ Grocers AND CONFECTIONERS, 411 Main Street BRISTOL, TENN.=VA. We study to give you the BKST at lowest prices consistent with purity. Our goods are fresh and clean. Quality is ever in demand. We invite comparison. y. Jfc. TJhomas, jeweler. 2) g a Ig r Watches, ‘Diamonds , jewelry and Silverware. 7 o 429 91 a in Street, Pristol, Cennessee. Dr. 9 at. 7J. Dulaney, fr.. 522 77 a in Street, Bristol, Zrennessee. jTfotel St. jCawrence . . . ZJ ie Reacting Tfotet of the City. C. P. Barnhart, Proprietor . 77 tss SP it fa. 7 ftson. 77 1-$. 77. S2. S au c n . 97 lss !Phia. 2 1 l is on 6c Co., 2 inc 97 illinery and Thancy Soods, Popular Prices. Correct Styles. IT ’S NONSENSE To go elsewhere to buy goods that we carry in stock, when you can get them from us cheaper, quality considered. We carry : : DRUGS AND MEDICINES : : OF ALL KINDS. Stationery, Toilet Articles of every description, Perfumeries, Toilet Waters, Tenney’s Fine Candies, and many other things, which we invite all to come and see. MINOR WILLIAMSON, DRUGGISTS, BRISTOL, TENNESSEE. Steffner’s The National Bank Restaurant. of Bristol, BRISTOL, TENN. Geo. U. Ste finer, BAKER AND Capital, $50,000.00 Surplus n.ooo.co CONFECTIONER, Deposits, 175000.00 421 Main Street, President, JNO. C. ANDERSON. Bristol, Tennessee. Cashier, JNO. B. BAUMGARDNER. ■= FOURTEENTH YEAR =. Cbe Albert J Ceacbers’ ' Agency. Fills more positions in good schools than any other Western Agencj . Business direct with employers, and candidates personally recommended. Calls for September now coming in. New Year-Book free. Address C. J. ALBERT, manager. Central : music Rail 5 Chicago. ARE YOU MARRIED ? .,• TO ANY PARTICULAR ESTABLISHMENT? IF NOT, A. S. MCNEIL TN-.f XN FURNITURE Cheaper than any dealer in Bristol or elsewhere. I Guarantee Everything, and will give the BEST FURNITURE ??? ™ LEAST MONEY TO SEE MY GOODS AND PRICES IS TO BUY. A. S. McNEIL, Undertaker and Embalmer, No. 532 Main Street BRISTOL, TENNESSEE. 5Q1GDL5 The Leading School and Teachers’ Bureau of the South and Southwest J. W BLAIR. IS THE TEACHERS A. W. MELL NATIONAL BUREAU OF EDUCATION, J. W BLAIR, Manager. PPANCH OFFICE: 57 PICKERING BUILDING, CINCINNATI, OHIO. MISS E. A. ELY, Manager. WILLCOX BUILDING, Corner Chur.h and High Sts., NASHVILLE, TENN. Iu formation furnished upon application Open all year round. Telephone 1420. Visitors always welcome. jfcave 2 ou Sot a jCiver ? Keep it regulated with ST. ANDREWS COLD TEA. Greatest remedy on earth. For sale by dealers. To get free sample package send two cent stamp to Andrews 7 anufacturing Company, BRISTOL, TENNESSEE. HART CO., Staple and Fancy Groceries. Vegetables, Fruits, Confectioneries, Tobaccos, Cigars, Etc. TELEPHONE 38. : : : : : 507 MAIN STREET. ALL GOODS DELIVERED. W. P. HAMILTON, Owner and Proprietor. $2.00 PER DAY. HOTEL HAMILTON. Opposite Depot. BRISTOL, TENN.-VA. Leading Hotel of the City. FIRST-CLASS ACCOMMODATIONS. R. J. F. CARTER, Reliable Jewelers. Watches, Clocks, Diamonds, Jewelry, Silverware, Spectacles, School Medals and Badges. Fine Watch Repairing a Specialty. 511 MAIN STREET. Bristol, V a.-Tenn. THE USE OF BUTTERINE IS A MATTER OF EDUCATION Its continued use will confirm the claim that it is BETTER THAN BUTTER, because it never gets rancid, therefore is more healthful, is more uniform ; also far more economical. We make only HIGH GRADES of Butterine, especially adapted for table use. Write tor prices and other information you desire. THE CAPITAL CITY DAIRY CO., COLUMBUS, OHIO. • • • TWENTY-FIVE CORNER SIXTH AND MAIN STS. CENTS FOR TWELVE. BRISTOL. TENN. Send your picture, and it will be returned with twelve copies in one week. Complete Tine of Stationery. Drugs and Chemicals at Lowest Prices. All kinds of photo work done. Address We also call your attention to our Mammoth Onyx Soda Fountain, in charge of an Up-to-date Soda Man. 353 Perry Street, TRENTON, N. J. Come to V vV vV vV Af vN -Atf vN vN -A vV City Book Store. carry a complete line of the educational books of all publishers. We furnish books to the pupils of the Institute at the publishers’ prices. We also carry a Ml and complete line of fine box paper, tablets, seals, sealing wax, etc. JGrvTcArvTOU We have a large line of novels — historical, romance, and adventure. All the latest books of the best authors, in cloth or leather binding. If you want anything in our line, call on us. CITY BOOK STORE :: 418 Main Street. White China for Decorating. HUNDRED CUTS illustrating the principal novelties of our stock. The ;st in America. Send for catalogue. Also agents for Libley Cut Glass, Rock- 3, Minton and Royal Copenhagen, Limoge and English Dinnerware. A large rtment of novelties for presents. Write if you require anything in China, Glass, or Earthenware. Mail orders attended to by one of the firm. WRIGHT, TYNDALE 1212 Chestnut Street : : VAN RODEN, Philadelphia, Pa. T. F. WOOD, President. A. P. MOORE, Cashier. M W. WOOD, Vice- President OF BRISTOL, TENN. 2lutbori3et Capital, $50,000.00. Surplus, $10,000.00. Conservative, yet liberal in its policy, extending every accommodation consistent with sound banking. New accounts solicited and satisfaction guaranteed. Interest paid on time deposits Bunting Son, flntiigistfi, BRISTOL, TENNESSEE. ( $ A Full Line of Toilet Articles. Agents for KERN ' S CANDY. A Complete Stock of Spectacles and Eye Glasses. Prescription Work a Specialty. ' Phone No. 48. Qfatarrhozone. YOU BREATHE ; IT DOES THE REST. OZONATED AIR CURE A positive cure for Acute and Chronic Catarrh, Cold in the Head, Sniffles, La Grippe, Bronchitis, Whooping Cough, Asth- ma, Hay Fever, and Consumption in the initial stage, and of great value in Consump- tion when fully established. N. C. POLSON CO. KINGSTON, ONT. Free trial Sample Outfit sent on application. DR. G. M. PEAVLER TREATS DISEASES OF THE EYE, EAR, NOSE, AND THROAT, BRISTOL. TENN. TIP-TOP RESTAURANT, WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN Eresh Oysters, Eish and Game. ALSO ICE CREAM AND ALL REFRESHING SOBER DRINKS. Nos. 16 and 18, Cor Front and Cumberland Streets, B Rl STOL, ] A -TENN. W. G . SANDOE 6c CO., P ropri etors. DR. S. W. RHEA, DENTIST. OFFICE OVER M ERCH ANTS’ EXCH ANCE BANK. CROWN : AND : BRIDGE : WORK A : SPECIALTY. EARMERS TAKE YOUR PRODUCE TO W. H. HICKS CO. Wholesale Produce Dealers Bristol. Ten n essee. c. a RM ACK - A LDER SON (C OMPANY, Che Onty Cxc usive Shoe and Jfcat Jfcouse in the City. You should see our line of Ladies’ Fine Shoes and Slippers, as they are made of the very finest quality and are of the latest styles. OUR MOTTO : ONLY HANDLE THE VERY BEST POSSIBLE TO PURCHASE. CARMACK-ALDERSON CO., BRISTOL, TENN. THE MARGARITA 97 tss S. j{. S3 o ice, 416 MAIN STREET, i Sristoi, Zjcnnessee. FINE MILLINERY Artistically and Elegantly Arranged. Choice Designs in Stamped Goods. Belding’s Pure Dye Wash Silks. Butterick Patterns. Gloves and Fancy Goods. Mail Orders Given Special Attention. HATS SENT ON APPROVAL TO RELIABLE PARTIES. Dr. J. M. KING Resident Dentist. CROWN AND BRIDGE WORK A SPECIALTY. OFFICE CORNER MAIN AND SIXTH STREETS, BRISTOL, TENN. ! it lancl 6 S Ucin a ' n, Jewelers and Silversmiths 809 Main Street, LYNCHBURG, VA. Represented in Rristol at Jfcart 5c Co. ’ s by 97 r. Will 97 oore . ffiristo ffia cing Company, CORNER MAIN AND FOURTH STS. Rristoi, Zjcnnessee. FRESH BREAD, FRESH FRUITS, CAKES, CONFECTIONS, AND GROCERIES OF ALL KINDS. jfc ?c ri ' c c 6c Smith Wholesale and Retail China, S ass, Carthenware, Si verivare, Cioc cs. FANCY WARES, LAMPS AND LAMP GOODS A SPECIALTY. ZT ? On y jobbers tn A s -£tno rtutoon j ncAburyr and 7 dn ojeat o . ORDERS SOLICITED. Main Street, Rristoi, Venn.-Va J. B. PETERS $2 see a f SHIPPER OF AND DEALER IN THE BEST BRISTOL, VA.-TENN. neat Printing an Advertisement to your Business «« twin City Printing Co. FINE Job Printing Bristol, Cennessce. Cyim $ Kaylor, GROCERS Large Stock, Best Goods, Low Prices, are the inducements we offer for trade. Tine Confectioneries and Taney Goods a Specialty. 533 Main Strert. Bristol, Conn. Dooley Bayless WHOLESALE AND RETAIL furniture. FUNERAL DIRECTORS AND EMBALMERS. PICTURE FRAMES MADE TO ORDER. Bristol, Tenn. flIMtcbell, Ipowers Co. Hardware, Stoves and Tinware, Sash, Doors, Blinds, Paints and Oils. BUGGIES, PHAETONS, AND HACKS. Salesroom, 614 Main Street, Bristol, Uenn.«Da. C. fl . tlfcoore CITY LIVERY AND FEED STABLE. Xee Street, „ between iiSain ant Cumberland. ! {Telephone 68. THOS. CURTIN HAL. H. HAYNES %$ %g %g CURTIN HAYNES. LAWYERS. ROOMS 7 AND 8, OVER THE NATIONAL BANK OF BRISTOL. Bristol. Tenn. W. P. BREWER JAS. K. BREWER J. ALF. BREWER U . p. Breuyer 9 Sops, DEALERS IN STOVES and TINWARE, Grates, House Furnishing Goods, etc. Roofing and Guttering a Specialty. Also General Insurance Agents. First-Class Companies Low Rates. NEW PHONE 23 OLD ' PHONE 6 No 530 Main St. The Simon Auction Company, Corner Main and Sixth Streets, Household Goods AND ST A TIONERY IF IT ’S INTRICATE OR mm @5© UNUSUAL We are better fixed for printing and handling it properly and promptly than any Printing Es- tablishment in the State and the probability is that we will have the kind of paper or card-board, and plenty of it, to print it on. 9 9 ? ' " 5 " We MUST be prepared to handle “everyday” work in the best and most expeditious manner, if we have facilities par- ticularly adapted for the “ intri- cate and “ unusual The Stone Printing and Man’fg. Co. EDWARD L STONE. President no, ii2 and 114 North Jefferson Street, ROANOKE, VIRGINIA. Southern Business College .... Bristol, tenn.-va. STRICTLY FIRST-CLASS INSTITUTION. Full Business and Shorthand Courses, Banking, Business Law, etc. Established at Asheville, N. C., in 1892, and moved to Bristol, Tenn.-Va., in January, 1899. Secures positions for its graduates without extra charge. This is a thoroughly equipped Business College, with teachers who are experts in their respective lines, and courses of instruction not to be excelled by any business college either North or South. For elegant catalogue, address M M. LEMOND, President, Bristol, Tenn.-Va IE YOCJ WANT PINE PHOTOS CO TO . . . . Hodges’ Art Gallerv. E MAKE A SPECIALTY OF FINE LIGHTING AND ARTISTIC POSING, and are always up with the times in the latest style back- grounds and accessories. For proof of this, EXAMINE. THE MALE-TONES IN THIS BGDK, WHICH WERE MADE EROM OCJR PH0T0QRAPH5. E MAKE PORTRAITS in Crayon, India Ink, or Water Colors, from old, faded, scratched, or defaced pictures. When you are in the city, call and see our work, or write for prices. N0DQE5’ ART QALLERY: 529 ttAIN STREET, BRISTOL, VA.-TENN. THE LIBRARY OF VIRGINIA 1000758490


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