Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

Text from Pages 1 - 162 of the 1899 volume:

Wesleyan College, Macon, Ga. fi.m. Yy - CJks-t— r loo (flieiipu PUBLISHED BY THE ADELPHEAN SOCIETY OF WESLEYAN COLLEGE, MACON, GEORGIA. Subscription Prick, 1.25. Address the Business Manager, Miss Matibkl Pope, Madison St., Macon, Ga Motto. Dedication. Pkefack. History ok Wesleyan. Calendar. The Society in the Fifties. The Society ok Today. Roll ok Members. Quotations. Editors ok The Adelphean. Lily Voices. (Poem.) Mexico’s Men and Women. Two Views ok School Like. Shadows. Joys. To a Passing Poet. (Poem) Education and Co-Education — By Emil Jay. Bubbles (Poem). Statistics. A Bit ok the History ok Yellowstone Park. My Lady ' s Eyes. (Poem). The First Commencement. The Soul’s Longing For Peace. (Poem.) Songs and Ballads. Acrostic. Acknowldgements. End. Advertisements. CClc Live for €acb Other. TO MRS. J. B. COBB. THIS VOLUME IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED BY THE ADELPHEANS. ♦ Mrs J. B. Cobb. A Mkrry Christmas to You. — — PREFACE. Although the Wesleyan and also the Societies are of so long standing, The Adelpheak is the first Annual ever gotten out in the College. Of course the usual apologies are necessary, and of course these apologies are useless ; for who reads a preface, and who, of those who read it, heed it. So let us not linger longer over the thoughts of what it might have been. The Adblphean is now presented to the public on its own merit by The Editors. 5oniett)incj of Wesleyan. A N unsuccessful effort was made in the early twenties by Mr. Duncan Campbell, of Wilkes county, to secure a charter for a woman ' s college. This clear-headed man who introduced the bill to the legislature was in advance of his times; in advance, in some respects, of even this enlightened age; at least, in advance of certain portions of his native state, for this bill provided that the trustees of this institution should consist of fifteen males and fifteen females. We do not know how it is in all portions of the state, but we do know that in this particular section women have not risen to the dignity of membership on school boards. Although the law makers of that time gravely shook their heads and opposed Mr. Campbell ' s bill, for they knew that an educated womanhood could bring only disaster to the state, still the women found a strong champion in the person of Mr. Daniel Chandler, who in a remarkable address on female education, delivered at the State University in 1835, aroused interest in this subject throughout Georgia. This address had in it the ring of true persuasive eloquence, and carried conviction to the minds of his hearers and readers, for the address was published and broadly distributed. In refutation of the idea that woman cannot master the sciences or the higher branches of literature, he referred to the long bright throng of women that shine resplendent down the dim vista of the past, tlun added: “If you descend to modern times the light of truth will disclose empires won by female valor, scepters wielded bv her hand, crowns lying at her feet, men the tools of her power, and the world the theatre of her greatness. Give woman an opportunity and science will be her handmaid, philosophy her companion, and litera- ture her plaything. Give the female the advantages of the same instruction with the male, offer her the same opportunity of improvement and she will struggle with the boldest mind for mastery in science and letters, and will outstep in the proud race for distinction the favored objects of parental solicitude and legislative bounty.” This from a man in behalf of woman. Then he added : “ In our country there are sixty-one colleges, and the disgrace of the nation be it known, not one of them dedicated to the education of woman. No apparatus explains the principles of her studies, no library throws its collected light on her neglected mind. She has no sanctuary where she can place her shrines, no altar before which with saint-like devotion she can make her prayers one sweet sacrifice. Child of promise, thy day of liberation is nigh. Knowledge has raised her eyes to heaven and sent to its glittering throne, a prayer of faith in thy behalf. On its power, I rely; in its efficacy I trust!” And he did not trust in vain. This was in 1835, and the next year a charter was obtained for the Georgia Female College, which school in about five years became Wesleyan College, the first institu- tion to recognize the rights of women to a liberal education. Many colleges of higher grade and richer endowment have thrown open their doors since that day, many male universities have followed in the wake and admitted women within their portals; but to the Wesleyan belongs the distinguished honor of being the first chartered institution in the United States, if not the world, established upon the plan of a regular college for women. As Georgians, as Southerners, we take pride in this fact, and now appeal to the women of the state without respect to religious creed or faith to unite with us in saying, 4 All hail to the South, the leader in the grand enterprise ; all hail Georgia, upon whose brow the fair jewel of Wesleyan rests like a diadem ! all hail Wesleyan, the pioneer college for women ! Let us echo the sentiment uttered at the first commencement exercises, “Beacon star in the night of years, we greet thy beams with rapture and hail the sign of promise as did the Roman mother the lambent fire that played round young Tarquin’s cradle. The first to rise on woman’s destiny, shine on undimmed and bright, not set till earth is childless, and time’s no more !” In this mother of colleges for women, we have a possession which others covet — if it belonged to our friends of the North or of the West, it w’ould be a Mecca towards which their hearts would turn, a shrine on which they would heap their gold. And shall we be less loyal than they ? Some are striving to have the State University open its doors to women. Let us strive also to make Wesleyan the peer of any male university. Some are talking of a Washington Memorial University for the training of statesmen and diplomats. Our ambassadors to foreign countries with- out any special training in that line have coped with all nations, winning the plaudits of the world. Let us talk of a great Southern university for women where our girls will be fitted for the grave responsibilities that await the women of the twentieth century. Nearly fifty years ago a society, literary and social in its character, was started among the students of the college, then in its maidenhood. The next year a sister organization was established, and together these two societies, Adelphean and Philomathean, hand in hand, have come through the years, proving a blessing to the girls, binding them to each other and to the college. Is it not a significant fact that this society, the oldest woman’s club in the United States, has for its motto, “We live for each other,” a sentiment which forms the basic element of the true club work of today, a work calling for the best there is in a woman to be used for the benefit of others, and demanding the highest altruism of which she is capable? JAN. 2. JAN. 23. FEB. U APRIL 26. MAY 12. MAY 15. MAY 25. MAY 30. 1900 Tuesday 8:30 A. M. College Exercises resume. Tuesday— Fall Term Examinations begin. Thursday— Spring Term begins. Thursday — Memorial Day. Saturday- Benefactor ' s Day. Tuesday— Spring Term Examinations begin. Friday— Adelphean Society Exhibition. Wednesday- Commencement. I . A Girl of the Fifties. When we first had an idea of getting out our Annual, and in planning- for it, we naturally turned to some of our former members for assistance, and fortunately, we found the address of the lirst presi- dent of our beloved society, and immediately wrote to her for an account of the society as it was in the fifties. She then wrote telling- us that, on account of ill health, she would be unable to write anything new, but sent us an informal talk that she gave the society when she was here in In a letter of recent date, she writes : 44 My heart swells with grateful pride, to tell you that I was the first to suggest the formation of the Adelphean Band, and that I worked for it as I never did for anything before. Dr. Myers, who was president at the time, and the professors, gave me encouragement and help from the first pro- posal.” I TI)e Society in tt� e Fifties. Informal Talk to The Adklphbans in 18%. I T CilVES me great pleasure to meet my young sisters, and to realize that the pledge given by a small band of school girls to aid each other in reading and study, has, through so many years, been a source of pleasure and improvement to them. This has been called the woman ' s century! Surely in no age of the world has she made such progress in many departments of knowledge and of labor. Employment in the professions, and in many branches of industry hitherto closed to her, has given a wide field for doing good, and for adding enlightenment to the world ' s darkest places. I have little to say about “ the new woman,” as most persons understand that epithet. In all periods when a fad prevails it soon corrects itself— while many seek notoriety, by doing and daring unusual things, the greater number (as “Our Father” most approves them), are loving, self-sacrificing wives, mothers, sisters, and friends. I do not fear that with the good teaching and noble examples of the women who ha%-e gone forth from this College, to adorn every station in life to which they have been called, that our girls will be conspiciously new. The ficids of Art, of Science, of Literature, are open to us, my Southern Sisters. Let us hasten to enjoy them. When I take a backward glance and remember this building as it appeared to me, a home- sick school girl in 1851, the change is wonderful ! Benefactors Day commemorates the donation of Mr George I. Bency— one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars! This generous gift trans- formed the plain outside of the College and gave you the beautiful rooms in which you now receive JOUr i Entered the College in 1851, graduated with first honor in 1852, and received my degrce A M in 18( ,t When I came here I found among the girls but little disposition to read, or to meet together, for any purpose but mischievous frolics. Devoted to reading myself, it occurred to me that I might do something towards forming a society for mutual improvement Dr. Myers was Pres, den when 1 applied for permission to establish a secret and literary society. He assisted me in framing th on stitution and By-Laws; Rev. O. L. Smith, one of our professors, suggested the name Adelphean , I chose the motto. The first meeting was held in my bed room. The names o t e 9 ™ ° j’ ir in these first meetings, I give you as I recall them : Octavia Andrew, daughter of the Bishop , 1.11a Pierce daughter also of a Bishop; Bettie Williams, of South Carolina; Sophroma Woodruff; Mary Evlnt dauber of . useful aJ Moved pa.f.r of Macon Mulberry S.rre. Mefhodia, Churcb f„ several years ; Eugenia Tucker, daughter of Dr. N. Tucker, Laurens County, Georgia. Other names were soon added ; at first the number of members was limited to fifteen. The cares and sorrows of a busy life have kept me from watching, as I wished, the growth of my small seed, planted so long ago. But 1 see it has grown to a goodly tree and borne good fruit. Many have remembered with pride and pleasure after the passing of school-days, “ I was an Adelphean. Girls let each one determine that she will do something to make the world better and brighter. The field is broad. There is room and work for all. Cultivate kindly feelings to your neighbor. Emulate each other in good works. Remember our beautiful motto and the words of our Saviour. “These things I command vou, that ye love one another. Eugenia Fitzgerald, First President of the Adelphean Society. ( 3 ) I The NSoeiet of To-day. Thk Adelpheans During the Nineties. H OW different an organization appears when one views it from afar off, and when one sees its inner working ' s, its motives, and its real spirit ! Since ninety-six, I have had the pleasure of calling myself an Adelphean, and, if I can do so without revealing any of the deep and awful mysteries of the Band, I wish to tell you about the Adelphean Society as it is today. But being a woman, and remembering certain vows made with reference to those secrets, it behooves me, with all due solemnity, to offer the petition, — “ Set a watch upon my mouth ; keep the door of my lij s.” If beautiful surroundings contribute to culture, the Adelpheans of Ninety-nine are blessed ; for, instead of making the College parlor their gathering place, as did the first Adelpheans, my little sisters claim a dainty spot which is really their own. It is not too much to say that the halls of Wesleyan’s two Literary Societies are elegant. They are on the fifth floor of the main building, away from the noise of the lower floors, and they thus afford delightful retreats for studious minds or home sick hearts. Whenever I enter the Adelphean Hall, a feeling of peace possesses me, — so soft is the effect given by the furnishings. The walls and hangings are of cool refreshing shades of blue, while mingled blue and gray predominate in carpet and chairs. Of course there are “cosy’ corners ; ” and behind the statue of Venus lies an appalling blackness which none but the initiated must attempt to understand. We have in the hall a really good library, for though it contains but comparitively few books, they are standard ; and each year the treasurer is authorized to set apart a certain sum of money for the librarian to use in buying new literature. As late as ninety-six, membership in the Adelphean Society depended on class record, but now we may initiate whom we please, from the Academy up, and we no longer have to worry the faculty with our many petitions. It is thought wise, however, to limit the number of members in the society to forty each year — a generous grant. But in cases of “special emergency” this limit is removed, as it is this year. As for the initiation, that dread ceremony must be touched upon but lightly, and I shall only say that the fortunate, or rather unfortunate, ones seldom fail to experience an indescribable feeling of faintness, both before and after taking. I hesitate to mention the amount spent yearly to supply grease for the merciless pole. At three every Saturday afternoon, the College bell rings out the peculiar Adelphean strokes, and the members gather in the hall for the weekly literary and business meeting. I suppose I mus t watch mv words here also, but it is pleasant to say, at least, that these meetings are conducted according to parliamentary laws of order. Let me be quite truthful and state that meetings are held at any odd time, in any odd place, and in a decidedly odd and heated manner. But this occurs only when some business matter “simply must ” be attended to, or when there is some bit of news “ just too good to keep, girls.” Now you will like to hear, I am sure, about the pretty customs of the Adelphean Society. The friendly relations with the Phi Delta Literary Society at Mercer are by no means diminish- ing. The two clubs still “ stand up for each other,” and exchange handsome gifts every year. We have to thank our brothers for many of the dainty articles in cur hall. •I Of course, we continue to take pride in our roll of honorary members, among whom are many of our Macon Friends. We see too little of these friends now-a-days, but hope to see more of them here- after, as our intention now is to resume this year the time honored grand meetings. For a few years during the nineties, the Philomatheatis and the Adelpheans alternated in enter- taining each other. To me, this seemed the most charming and significant custom of all, and I wish it might be revived. Pleasant things are constantly falling to the lot of the Adelpheans of today. People are so thoughtful of them; the “old members” send them words of encouragement and advice; delightful homes receive them for a merry evening; and even brides remember the old love, the diamond-shaped badge, and the dear motto, and invite the “little sisters” to their weddings. If there is one thing lacking to the happiness and welfare of the Adelpheans of today, I should say it is the fact that we and our sister Philomatheatis are not represented in the Federation of Women’s Clubs. Ei.oise Pickett. Co h- From Senior to Academy. i 4 Roll of Members. I899-I9OO. MOTTO: WE LIVE FOR EACH OTHER. FLOWER: VIOLET. COLORS: BLUE AND WHITE. Lula Almand, Bertha Adams, Essie Baker, Sallie Nette Bailey, Moselle Beaton, Claudia Clark, Clyde Crockett, Hennie May Crittenden, Stevie Campbell, Florrie Elliott, Mattie Diffie, Annie Daniel, Mattielee Dunham, Carrie Felder, Emilie Graves, Emmie Lei. a Gram lino, Lizzie Lou Gray, Mary Howes, Myra Haygood, Kate Jordan, Carrie Jarnagin, Pearle Johnson, Earle Johnson, Annie Kimbrough, Nora Knobi.ock, Lois Little, Fannie Longino, Mary Lovejoy, Nannie Merritt, Maud Mobley, Annie Nolan, Francis Noble, May Poage, Matibel Pope, Ethf.i. Payne, May Quinney, Ella Reese, Helen Roberts, Mary Guy Trigg, Georgia Wilder, Leonora Williams, Mary Whitehead, Bessie Maie Wardlaw, Mina Wooten, Corra Weston, May Wilder. Blanche Williams, Mary Wilson. E. M. B. — “Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low, An excellent thing in woman.” — Shakespeare . F. N. — “And still she talked, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all she knew.” — Goldsmith. E. R. G. — “As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.” — Coleridge, C. C. — “A daughter of the gods, Divinely tall, and most divinely fair.”— Tennyson. M. G. T. — “There’s a gude time coming.” — Scott, II. R. — “Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilight too, her dusky hair.” — Word worth, M. Q. — “A remnant of uneasy life.” — Wordsworth. C. J. — “ Her wit was more than man, Her innocence, a child. ” — Dryden . ( 4 ) ■ A. K.— P. J. I _ E. J. 1 M. M.— S. C.— “ With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.” “And both were young ' , and one was beautiful.” — Byron . “The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.” “ Beautiful exceedingly.” — Byron . F. E. — “A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command.” — Wordsworth . M. L. L. — “Where is the man that has the power and skill To stem the current of a woman ' s will.” E. L. G.— “And ne’er did Grecian chisel trace, A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face.” — Scott . Bessie Maie Wardi.aw, ... Editor in Chief. Matibel Pope, Business Manager. AssociaTK Editors : Mary Love joy, Claudia Clark, Cork a Weston, Emmie Lela Gkamling. Editors and Associate Editors. •n in Lily Voices. Sweet flower, thou tell’st how hearts As pure and tender as thy leaf — as low’ And humble as thy stem — will surely know f The joy that peace imparts. Percival . Pair Bellwood’s rosy bowers, The home of long ago, Willi all its dreams of beauty That made my spirit glow Gleamed o’er me in the darkness And whispered of a way, That banished all the shadows O’er childhood ' s happy day. There was a lied of lilies Within the garden wall, And oft when sorrows overwhelmed And seemed a heavy pall, I knelt amid the holiness That in their beauty lay. And ever found a sweet relief In childhood’s simple way. I sat alone in the school -room, A burden was pressing sore And the more I strove to lift it The weight appalled me more. Tears fell upon the pages That open before me lay, And thought on shadowy pinion Plew back to childhood’s day. And now, while sadly dreaming Of that unfailing halm Of the heavenly message dwelling In the waxen petal ' s calm, There came two little angels In snowy white array. And put their arms around me In childhood’s sweetest way. “ Dear teache r, we have brought you Some Kaster lilies fair And violets from the wild wood With roses for your hair ! M Oh, precious little comforters, How oft they chase away The clouds that gather o’er me In the gloaming of the day. As morning l eams have scattered The shadows that affright. And love and joy have lifted The darkness of the night ; So to my life, the children Have brought a gladsome ray, And made my heart an Eden In childhood ' s loving way. Like the lilies of my garden, Pure, spotless as the snow, They bear sweet thoughts of heaven Where flowers immortal grow ; And Oh, may He who sent them To brighten up our way, Give me grace and strength to guide them To life’s eternal day. Lula Kendall Rogers. One Hnd of The Adelphean Hale. Aexico’s Aen and Women. I N TELLING of a people we naturally begin at the one who leads them all. General Porfirio Diaz, Mexico’s despotic president, as he has been called, stands foremost in the ranks of her distin- guished men. He is an example to all nations, — a despot and yet not a despot, for he is a kind, just ruler, adored by his people and admired by the world. He is a man nobly planned and stands ever)’ inch a president. Under his administration all rioting has ceased, all illegal local gov- ernments have been abolished and the Mexicans have become the most law-abiding citizens. He has gathered all the bandits, robbers, and outlaws into his famous band of “Rurales,” and they, feeling the responsibility imposed upon them, form the most trustworthy guard the President has. General Diaz’s summer home is the beautiful Castle of Chapultepec, the home of the unfortunate Maximillian and Carlotte. It is embedded in a grove of trees on the top of a high hill, and the winding road by which it is reached is a very fairy-land of flowers on both sides. General Diaz has not a blot on the page of his administration, he has established a magnificent system of public schools, a splendid military school, and above all has shown his people, by his example, how good it is to be noble and true. Perhaps it is irrelevant to skip from the “Mightiest of the Land” to the poor easy-going “peon,” but I believe he is next in importance as it is he who takes the part of the beast of burden, and he it is who is the first one to give us a welcome as we cross over on Mexican dominion. Yes, he greets every traveller with his load of fruits, “dulces,” and who knows what else. Nothing seems to worry him, he lets “manana” take care of itself, he cares not what happens just so he can make a few cents each day with which to buy his “pulque.” He has never slept on a bed in his life, and the bench in the park is as soft as down to him. There he goes in a slow trot, jogging along, followed by his wife with her baby tied to her back, and one of his children leading the faithful “burro.” The donkey is one of the family, and perhaps, in the father’s estimation, of the first consideration. So they trot along for hours, stopping only to sell their goods or to talk to an occasional friend, in their strange, sweet language. This “peon’s” wife, who by the way, is not called a “ peoness” but his “ mujer,” is ever faithful ; she follows along, perfectly contented, bare-footed, with her baby tied Indian-fashion to her back, and her “rebozo,” or shawl drawn over her head. They sing as they go, he always about two feet in advance, which does not seem exactly right as “ turn about’s fair play.” The Mexican dude is, in his own opinion, the only man in Mexico. He tries to make you think he is Americanized and stalks by with his high silk hat, his white gloves, long coat and alas! bright yellow shoes. He has his monocle, of course, and perhaps some very near-sighted person would call him “very English, doncher know.” Oh, yes, the “ Senoritas ” like him, and he is the one you will find standing on the street corner every night about ten o’clock waiting for the match to be struck by which he is summoned to his Lady Love’s window. He rushes to her the minute the match is lighted behind the bars and, sad to tell, one time it was the stern father who struck the match and — Well I will not tell the rest, except to say that they say he has never stopped running, poor fellow ! But the successful one will stand for hours, rain or shine, talking to his “novia” through the cage-like bars. He keeps it up night after night, for if he chances to miss even one night he must wait in vain for a whole week before he is again restored to favor. This is oddly called, by the Americans — “Pla}’ing the Bear.” This Mexican dude or “Chulo,”as they call him, seems very insignificant beside the elegant gen- ( 5 ) tleman who walks out in his buckskin suit with silver buttons down the sides of the trousers, the gaily embroidered short jacket, and the tall hat with gold or silver trimmings. He is the one the new-comcr first notices, for his costume is indeed picturesque, and makes one feel sorry to see the plain American styles taking their place. The men and women are examples of filial devotion. I had the pleasure of being in a Mexican family for two months, and I know that the greatest love and reverence are shown the parents. No matter how old a man or woman may be they are never too old to kiss their parent’s hand, and it is beautiful to see them kneel before the mother every night before going to bed, and every time they leave her even for a few hours, she blessing them, and they kissing her hand. Their family ties are strong and the Mexican homes are very happy ones, their enjoyments are simple, no pretentions are made, and they live in a natural, easy-going style that makes them better men and women. The women, as a rule, are sensible and upright, caring very little for frivolities. Indeed their training is such that they know nothing of the world, for from her cradle the girl is watched and guarded as only the Mexican parents can guard. They have good education but are not highly educated, the parents thinking it is for the boys to be highly educated. The only thing a girl has to look forward to during the week is the music and the promenades in the parks. Then, in spite of the watchful chaperone, she has an opportunity to speak, signal and perhaps pass a note to her sweetheart as they walk round and round the parks, surrounded by rows of orange trees Fragrance, music, beauty and happiness are all there ; so who can blame the girls for looking forward to those evenings in the “plaza?” The chaperones are ever present — in the walks, at church, on shopping expeditions and at the dances they bring up the rear, while the men sit on one side of the room and the girls on the other. There is nothing informal about a social affair in Mexico. Mexico City, being the Capital of the Republic, is very cosmopolitan. There are representatives from every country in the world, though at first one thinks everybody is a Mexican. I confess I did acknowledge the Americans as my countrymen after they began to talk, and ignorant as I was I could but recognize our ubiquitous friend the Chinaman. One feels like the American who marvelled that in France even the children could speak French. I wondered not only that the}’ could speak Spanish, but that they could understand what they were saying. The Spaniards are the ones who have the money in Mexico. They came over years ago, and since then have been accumulating until now they hardly know what to do with their vast wealth. They should ask the advice of the average American as to how to dispose of it. The French, the German and the English stand side by side there, and all is harmonious. The American Colony is the largest and is daily increasing. The American woman is there with her “ Euchre Club,” her “Evenings at Home,” her “Clubs,” and the poor Mexicans look on in amazement. The American gentleman hurries, worries, flurries, and frets there just as much as he does on his native soil, not caring to learn the easy-going, non-fretting way of his Mexican friend. They are not “strangers in a strange land they have their schools, their churches, their commercial interests, and above all their beloved New York flats. The Mexican admires the American’s thrift and longs to be like him. Mexico is a land of romance — its balmy climate, its old cathedrals, its history engenders it, but its people, though romantic, are sensible, genuine, liberty-loving people with hearts and homes ready to welcome one and all. Lucy Evans. Shadows. 5f)CKlOVS L IKE IS drudgery here. It is “do this” and “do that,” — strictly speaking it is “do” all th. time. Of course any ordinary girl can get up at six o’clock in the morning, go to “gym.” clean up her room, learn lessons, write themes, practice, make a hundred at recitations, and behave herself on occasions. No girl with self respect would absent herself from prayer or church, and If that were all. O! if that were all — That “into each life some rain must fall, — Some clays must be dark and dreary ” — The pouring down of “do that,’ “do this” We’d not mind; college life would be bliss — ’Tis the thunder of “ don’t M makes us weary. The Rules and Regulations say, that Wesleyan g irls awake with the rising bell at six A. M., to begin the sixteen hours of hard work, and when the day is done, dutifully turn out the gas at ten p- m., after which no eye must be opened and no tongue even speak in whispers. Of course there are “set” times for recreation : at a quarter past six in the morning we go to the “gym” for physical culture; during the half hour immediately after dinner, we walk in the play ground ; and during thb half hour that comes between the close of “study hour at half past four and the “practice hour” at five, we may do as we please. Reader, imagine yourself a Wesleyan girl for a day ; first, remember all the duties to be done, and then go with us for recreation. Nobody but a Wesleyan girl can wake up and be wide awake at the tap of a bell. Other people can just half wake up, yawn a little, then take a short nap, — but we don ' t. I can not understand how teachers can be guilty of such neglect of the girls’ health and comfort. O, Development, how many crimes are committed in thy name ! — But we were on our way to the “ gym. Don’t look sleepy, don’t creep along, for your life don’t gape. Run merrily up the steps to the fifth floor ; don’t stoop, don’t look miserable (as you doubtless are), say good morning in a pleasant tone of voice to your leader, and then do whatever she tells you to do. All this is to make us graceful. Now for the half hour after dinner,— time, half past two.— Don’t go poking around like you are tired ; let’s run down to the play ground for thirty minutes. This is to take the place of cosmetics, for during this thirty minutes we are preserving the bloom of youth. Did you ask what chapel bell is ringing for at three o’clock ? You thought we had the whole afternoon for pleasure ! No, indeed ; we go to our rooms to study. Why does the chapel bell ring again at half past four ? That is a signal for more fun, this is the last recreation period. We girls often wonder if anybody in the world can have a good time just because it is the last opportunity to do so. Now, one pleasure of a Wesleyan girl’s life is going to the College Hill Pharmacy for candy, and this last recreation period is the only time during the day that we can go; but some of the “don’ts” are— “don’t remain away after sundown, avoid intemperate eating of sweet-meats, and don’t spend money foolishly,” so we just accept the situation and walk about in the front yard. Although every minute in the day is o ccupied except these three blessed half hours, yet the teachers think that we need those thirty-seven printed “don’ts” to keep us out of mischief ; and there is no wa}’ for us to get around the “don’ts,” for every teacher is furnished with a copy. - The last decision of the faculty is that no pupil will be excused from recitation unless she is very sick, unless somebody in her family dies, or unless a near relative marries — so no Wesleyan girls spent Thanksgiving day at home. But we often plan for fun after the gas bell. We have waited patiently until “ All through the house Not a creature was stirring, — except us and a mousj — And we thought that The teachers were huddled all close in their l eds While visions of bad girls ne’er entered their heads. — The gas was lighted, feasts spread upon the floor Safety was secured by the fast bolted door, “ When out in the hall there arose such a clatter ’ We turned out the gas to see w hat was the matter — The teachers were coming — four, five, six, seven — They knock at the door and say, “ ’Tis half past eleven.” So time is wasted in planning. You can’t buy a Wesleyan teacher even by taking her some of the feast before the gas bell rings. I give up in despair for we work so hard during study hours, and try so hard to have fun during recreation hours, that I see no bright feature in college life. Possibly at some minute in the evening of life, when time will lend enchantment, I may be heard to say “My school days were my merriest.” t ' Joys. Ms. Y OU HAVE been told that a college girl’s life is without pleasure. Just a continual performance of the same duties every day in the week, every week in the month, and every month in the year. Perhaps after I give you some idea of what a Wesleyan girl’s life is, you will not think it is without its bright side. Every morning the rising-bell, ringing at six, announces to our Wesleyan girl that she must jump up, slip on her exercising suit and run up to the gymnasium hall for a delightful and enjoyable half hour of Swedish movements most helpful to the mind as well as to the body. Then, our Wesleyan girl and her happy companions flock down stairs to breakfast in the large and airy dining-hall. The scene is made merry with the chatter and laughter of a hundred or more joyous and bright girls. You would never say anything against the Wesleyan fare if you could see how marvelous seem the appetites of the girls, and how much healthier and stouter they are when they start home for the holidays than when they arrive at the college in September. After breakfast the girls go up stairs to straighten their rooms, which are large and sunny, and are made dainty and homelike by white cur- tains, bright pictures and photographs, college flags and scarfs, and ornaments and souvenirs, the characteristic decorations of a school girl’s room. After morning prayers in the chapel, the students go to their recitations which last until nearly two o’clock. At that hour the dining-hall is again the scene of much merriment. After dinner the girls exercise on the large verandas or engage in a romping game of basket-ball. Even the “should-be- dignified seniors” take part in this game. Out in the yard, on the grass, beneath the trees, on the verandas and steps, the girls gather in chattering groups to discuss the latest College or Society news. This is truly the hour for fun and frolic, and a merrier set of girls would be hard to find. At three o’clock the fun is broken into by the ringing of the loud bell, and then the girls, with their minds and ( 6 ) bodies refreshed, go to their rooms for an hour and a half of good hard study. So, with study, pract icing, and exercising, the day ends, and our Wesleyan girls are ready for the quiet rest which awaits them at ten o’clock. This rest they enjoy, for they can sleep with easy conscience, having done fully and well the duties assigned them. The Wesleyan girl has her holiday on Monday. On that day the stores, soda founts, and photo- graph galleries are thronged with girls, and how they do enjoy their holiday ! At the College the halls ring with the laughter and chatter of the girls, as they pass from one room to another. On Sunday morning the girls are required to attend services at some church. As they sit in their usual places, one has only to look into their faces to know that they are happy and contented. On Sunday afternoon, silent hours are observed during which the girls write letters or sleep. On the last Sunday night of every month a Missionary service is held in the study-hall. This service is made very interesting by talks from our lady teachers. The majority of the girls are interested in the Young Woman’s Christian Association, which has its regular meetings every Saturday night and vesper services from half past five to six every evening. What glorious fun the hostess and her guests have when a box comes from home ! Everything in the box, from the delicious ham and chicken down to the salt and pepper, has a flavor of home. Even though the pickles may be in the soap-disli and the meat eaten with the fingers, the feast satis- fies the school-girls’ appetite, and each trivial detail in serving only adds zest to the fun. The girls have the privilege of attending any of the lectures in the Lyceum course which are given at the Academy of Music. Taking advantage of this they have been instructed and entertained by the lectures of Dr. McIntyre and Russell Conwell. Unexpected pleasures come to the Wesleyan girl often, in the shape of teas, car-rides, and receptions, and she is made to feel that school-life is not all drudgery , but that the hard studying she does, the difficult problems she solves, only fit her to better enjoy the pleasures which come surely and often during her stay at Wesleyan. To a Passing Poet We are especially grateful for the following poem, which was written “To a Passing Poet,” and sent us with the privilege of publishing by our “brother-in-law” and highly appreciated friend, Harry Stillwell Edwards. There’s a fellow name o’ Riley, Wand’rin’ in the Sunny South ; With a heart so full o’ music It’s a drippin’ from es mouth ; An’ so full o’ fun an’ sadness That the folks what go to listen Git ter laughin’ an a weepin’ Over them ole songs o’ his’n: — An’ ef you go to hear ’im Better mind what you’re about, — When you laugh you’ll need yo’ kerch’ef Ef you Dont I ook Kind o’ queer, this feller Riley:— What you’d call a parry dox : — Risin’ forty vears I reck’n An’ not troubled much with lox; But his songs is full to bustin’ With th ' innercense o’ life, — An’ he’s wrapped up in the chillun Tho he hasn’t got a wife. An he’ll put up at them hotels Where the eatin’ gives ’im gout, An’ fool you ’bout “Aunt Mary’s” Ef you Dont I.ook Out! Out Put up in the roarin ' city! But he’ll swear ujxm his soul That the porc’lain tub aunt ekil To the dear ole “ swinunin hole.” An’ he’ll thank you the jierlitest When you toss ’ini liot-house posies, An’ start right off to braggin’ On the dear “ole fashion roses.’’ — That’s what I mean by parrydox: — Better mind what you’re about, He’ll deceive you while you lookin’ Ef you Dont Look Out ! Little gal I know, what’s cripple, An’ is fadin’ out o’ life, Reads his f ook among the pillers, An’ today she tole my wife That Jim Riley’s book’s a gyarden, Where the ole-time roses bloom ; An’ that human hearts git tender When they breathe their sweet perfume: That love lights up this gyarden — An’ it runs the sarpents out: — An yo tears will bless them roses, Ef you Dont Look Out! I call that sweet an’ prett) !— Dyin’ chillun knows a heap, For the angels whisper to ’em When they’re ’bout to fall asleep. An’ you’ll never say that Riley, Who has kind o’ got to roam, Even looks a little homely, When he’s only lookin’ home. For I think his wife an’ babies In that gyarden are, no doubt, An’ its may lie yours will love ’ini Ef you Dont Look Out! Dear Ole Riley ! Glad to see ’im ! Hope he’ll never pass us by; The big pot’s in the little un An the punkin’s in the pie; An’ the mint is in the julep, An’ the julep’s on the ice, An’ there’s somethin’ mixed up with ’em That ole Georgians thinks is nice: — There are babies in our gyardens too. An when he conies about, He may git some grown-up kisses An’ we Wont Look Out! A Word on Education and Co-Education. BY KM EL JAY. I N CASTING about for a subject on which to offer some few words to the young college women who are getting out this publication, it occured to me that no line of thought could be more appropriate than that of education. For education is pre-eminently the question of the age, and of the women of this age. Education alone can solve the problems that vex the world today. Under its clear, beneficent light, the dark horrors of socialism will gradually vanish; ignorance and intolerance will skulk back into the dark ages ; science and her handmaid invention will don the seven-league boots of fabled fame, striking swiftly onward towards a higher civilization ; and woman, taking her proper place in all these great movements of the world, side by side with man, will do her part in the great work. But what is education ? Its definitions are as various as the minds that formulate them. Ask the school boy, and he replies in characteristic vernacular that it is “learning things.” Ask the etymologist, and he breaks the word in pieces, and gives us “a leading forth. Ask the philosopher, and from his broad outlook he declares that “education in its widest sense comprehends all processes by which citizens are moulded to special functions.” Ask the poet, and lifting a high note he tells us that, “ For a guide to education We may utilize the lesson Of common observation — That contraction is depression, And expansion, elevation.” And so, gathering- together the fragmentary ideas of student, etymologist, philosopher, and poet, we may find for ourselves the fuller definition that education is the process of learning such things as will lead forth one’s highest powers, thus moulding citizens of the best typ possessing mental expan- sion and moral elevation, the outcome of which is self-discipline and the power of self-direction. Thus we see that true education includes both mental and moral training. Without that mental and moral poise that constitutes the balance of judgment, mere knowledge is valueless. The indi- vidual with only an ecyclopedic brain is like a rudderless ship — richly laden, but powerless. Judge Bleckley, in a serio-comic verse, has very pointedly emphasized this poise and balance that true education gives. He says : “ The highest use of education, Of study and of cultivation, Is not to furnish clothes and rations, Nor yet to lead in taste and fashions, Rut to rule the life and passions. “To see a little lady raving, Storming, stamping, and behaving In a manner as ridiculous As a daughter of old Nicholas, Is to all a demonstration That she lacks true education. She may indeed have been to school, Indeed, she may have graduated, — But that does not affect the rule, She is not truly educated ! ” Some one has said that if man may be called the mind of the world, woman is its soul. Perhaps it is this principle which is the keynote of Nature ' s chord of harmony for the human race. Doubtless, it is this idea which underlies the much discussed theory of co-education. We know that those who have tested the matter assert confidently that co-education brings the fullest development to man- kind ; that from that system mutual benefit accrues alike to man and woman ; that the latter gains a broader, more practical comprehension, the former a finer quality of perception intellectually and morally; and that in both there is developed a more wholesome idea of what constitutes the brave and manly on the one hand, and the true and womanly on the other. That the number of co-educational colleges is constantly and rapidly increasing, the records show clearly enough. At the Universit} ' of Georgia, the faculty, headed by the newly chosen chancellor, is almost a unit in favor of admitting women on equal terms. That admission is sure to come, sooner or later. From present appearances co-education is destined to accomplish a great work for the race. Some of the foremost educators of this country are of the opinion that it will tend to elevate the moral tone of the University that adopts it; and that its methods will give to women a firmer mental balance, and in consequence an improved physical condition. They predict as its final outgrowth a nobler race of human beings than this our earth now knows — a race endowed with fuller, compleier development, physically, mentally, morally. Fired with enthusiasm, they rise on the “wind of prophecy,” and with Tennyson they foresee for future generations a higher, nobler civilization wherein the true and equal marriage sanctifies the home and glorifies the nation : — “ Everywhere Two heads in council, two beside the hearth, Two in the tangled business of the world, Two in the liberal offices of life, Two plummets dropped for one to sound the abyss Of science and the secrets of the mind : Musician, painter, sculptor, critic, more ; And everywhere, the broad and bounteous earth Hearing a double growth of those rare souls — Poets whose thoughts enrich the blood of the w orld . Bi’bblks. Fribbles Yesterday morning, over the way I saw two children at their play ; Two curly heads, one gold, one brown, O’er a wash-tub bending down. Blowing bubbles, children they, But older children, too, they say, Sometimes blow bubbles hundred fold, Better to play it young than old. “Oh, see,” cried the one with the golden hair, “ Mine goes higher than yours, see there.” Scarce was it said, the shining ball, Burst into air, in its downward fall. A shade of sorrow clouded o’er The face so bright and glad l efore: And weary with their toilsome play, They left their sport and ran away. And this, thought I, in life ’twill be, Our joys, our hopes, like bubbles free ; And like them, hollow, false, and fair. Will swiftly rise, then burst in air. The world itself, so grand, so fair, Is but a bubble, strange and rare ; Drifting in space, on toward the shore, Where it shall burst and be no more. O, lesson, that is hard to learn ; O, hearts, that work and strive and yearn For some great blessing earth can give, Let bubbles go, look up and live. I A Gi vmpsk of Adblpheax Housekeeping. STATISTICS NAMES homes BETTER KNOWN AS NOTED FOR APT TO IIE Bertha Adams, - - - Cedartown, - - Ga Iter --- - Making raids on Teachers - A wanderer over the land. Lula Almand, - - - - Lithonia, ... Ga. I eg .... Faithfulness A sister of charity Sallik Nettf. Bailey, - Macon, - - - Ga. Bailuni - - - Foolishness Nobody knows. Hennie May Crittendon, Shelltnan, - - - Ga. Crit - - - - Gentleness A woman indeed. Stevie Campbell. - - - Stone Mountain, Ga. Stek - - - - Pugilistic qualities - - - Ruler of some feeble man. Mattilkk Dunham, - - Cochran, - - - Ga. Patsy - - - Supreme indifference - - Woman suffragist. Carrie Felder. - - - Quitman, - - - Ga. Miss Snyder - Cunning ways - - - - - Music teacher. Lizzie Lou Gray, - - - Waynesboro, - Ga Jack - - - Flirting An early bride. Kate Jordan, - - - - Tallassee. - - Ala Katydid - - Fondness for “ Gym ” - - Elocutionist. Nora Knorlock. - - - Martin, - - - Fla. Noky, - - - Dignity A country school teacher. Lois Little, Jcsup, Ga. Little Lois - - Modesty ------- Sunshine of a happy home. Mary Guy Trigg, - - - Chattanooga, - Tenn. Kitty - Devotion to Tenn. - - Violinist. Carrie Jarnagin, - - Warrenton, - - Ga. Jonnie - - - Neatness - - - - - A good housekeeper. Leonora Williams, - - Macon, - - - Ga Sport - - - Her love of Physics - - Teacher at Wesleyan. Mina Wooten, ... - Buena Vista, - - Ga. Minnow- - - Mischief - - An Old Man’s Darling. Iellovstone National Parlv F IFTY YEARS ago, when our mothers and grandmothers were young girls, there did not appear on the maps of the United States, a tiny square space, cut off by itself, looking like a postage stamp on the wrong corner of the State of Wyoming, and marked the Yellowstone National Park. This was then an unknown region, the unexplored land which was the home of bears, buffalos, mountain goats, and wolves. Hunters occasionally strayed into the edges of the wild region, but not until 1870 was any attention paid by the government to this unclaimed territory. One day a party of huntsmen w ere traversing these primeval forests in search of game, when one of the men, named Evarts, decided that he would leave the party and return to his home. A storm came on, he was thrown from his horse, and in falling lost his glasses, without which he was absolutely blind. The frightened animal, to vhose saddle was fastened Evart’s supply of provisions, ran off and by instinct retraced his steps, finally reaching the rest of the party. In this way, they discovered that Evarts was lost, and after thirty-six days search they found him, blind, weak, starved, groping on his hands and knees in search of grasshoppers for food, and sixty miles from the Yellowstone Lake where he had been thrown. An account of the wild and wonderful country through which the rescuing party had followed bear trails was sent to the United States government, and an exploring party under Gen. Gibbons was sent out to examine into the wonders of this beautiful land, where there are pillars and terraces of formation of every color of the rainbow ; where one walks on a crust under which there is a sea of boiling water ; where there are forty thousand hot springs and geysers ; where the whole earth seems about to burst with the fretting, roaring’, boiling, seething matter just under the surface ; where in the midst of this fiery, unearthly region there rests a quiet, placid lake, eight thousand feet above sea level ; and not far from the lake, a wildly rushing river, which, after leaping over two preci- pices forming two beautiful falls, rushes into the Grand Canyon, whose banks, fifteen hundred and eighteen hundred feet high, for five miles are formed of sands and rocks of gorgeous hues, gleaming and dazzling in the sunlight. No wonder that the officials of the government became interested in this new-found land. Gen. Gibbon’s exploring party dived into this unknown region, following animal trails on packed mules, advancing on an average of three miles a day, and sometimes coming to a high precipice; and having to retrace their steps probably for twenty-five miles. ’1 his sounds like a guide-book story, but indeed it is not, for four years ago I traveled through the park in the same coach with Maj. Sanno, a United States officer, who as Lieutenant Sanno was on the staff of Gen. Gibbons, and thus was one of the first white men to behold the wonders of nature displayed in Yellowstone Park. It was most interesting to hear Maj. Sanno’s comparisons between the Park as it was in its unex- plored state, when the beasts held high revel, and reigned supreme ; when no foot of white man had trod on the thin crust ; when no white man’s eye had seen the spouting geysers and no white man’s ear had heard the roar issuing from the bowels of the earth : — and as it is now, dotted with hotel and lunch stations; filled with fine roads and bridges, over which dashed coaches drawn by four or six horses ; and civilized as far as it is possible without destroying the grandeur and wonder of the scenery as untouched by the hand of man. This Park I believe to be the most grandly picturesque wonder of this country. After traveling through it Niagara fades into insignificance, the Yosemite seems small and tame, and the Yellowstone stands oat in memory as the central wonder of this continent, where are combined the beauty, the grandeur, the strength, and the everlasting impressiveness of nature. Mary Conn. i ]My lady’s 6 yes. (To B. M. w.) Twin lakes that are sometimes gray, With depths that are sometimes blue ; Twin lake9 that mirror each ray With the soul of the skies sifted through ; Twin lakes and the swallows that play With their shadows in phantom flight ; Where the lilies arc stars by day And the stars are lilies by night. Harry Stiixwku, Edwards. (Uesle an’s First Ciradoating Exercises. I T IS the night of the 18th of July, 1840— a dark, starless night, ill-fitted for so great an event about to take place. The large college building, with its broad verandas and tall, white columns, stands out imposingly against the dark background. Cheerful lights gleam from its innumerable win- dows, and within there is a scene of confusion and excitement. As the hour hand approaches eight the college bell begins to ring. Louder and louder it grows, seeming to redouble its energy with each pull of the cord, joyfully proclaiming an unusual event, important not only in the history of Macon, but in the history of every city, for to-night will appear the first graduates from the first woman’s college in the world. Far and wide the news has been spread, and country folk attired in holiday garb and conveyed in various vehicles, have come to witness the scene. Their horses now stand tethered outside the college gate, while the owners hasten toward the building. The broad front hall, but dimly lighted by candles, is crowded to the utmost, and through a door near by, a door too narrow to admit but one at a time, the throng passes into an adjoining room. This is the chapel, covering nearly all the left hand side of the building. At the farther end there is a platform elevated about two and a half feet from the floor. The room is bare of flowers and pictures and is, by no means, an attractive place. The lights here are from candles also, but not too dim for one to clearly discern the ten central figures of to-night’s exercises. Ever)’ eye is fixed upon them and every heart is beating fast for those nine girls. An expression ot self-consciousness has overspread the face of each graduate, betraying that important feeling which has entered each maidenly heart. Who can blame them ! None but those who have never known what it means to be a graduate . Ten happy girls are these on this memorable night. Attired in white muslin dresses, unfrilled, unruffled, untrimmed ; with hair parted and pushed gently back from the forehead and caught with a tucking comb ; with faces glowing and eyes sparkling with suppressed excitement, each presents a picture of true girlish simplicity. And have I said that every dress is unruffled? There was one dress conspicuous for its five flounces, full, deep flounces, which possession was much coveted by the remaining ten girls. From the graduates we now turn to the audience. The chapel is thronged with country folk and city folk, alike all eagerly expectant. Suddenly each girl becomes conscious of a fluttering about the heart, of burning cheeks and a feeling of unusual excitement, as six or more tall, handsome fellows come down the aisle and take their seats upon the very front bench. These are the Randolph-Macon College boys who have come to see the diplomas delivered to the pioneer girl graduates. Wesleyan girls and Mercer boys of to-day, who can censure you when you but dutifully follow the example which the Randolph-Macon boys and the Georgia Female College girls set for you more than fifty years ago ? At last a chorus from the girls announced the beginning of the exercises. Then the audience bows in prayer, while the voice of the beloved President, Bishop Pierce, fills the hall with its earnest petition in behalf of the ten girls who are to go forth this night from his loving protection to enter upon life’s stony pathway and endure its trials and hardships. And now one little heart begins to beat unusually fast, and one little body to tremble and quake as the President calls out the name of Katherine Brewer, She is to deliver the valedictory, and as she steps forward, her brig ' ll t eyes sparkling and her cheeks suffused with a deep flush, another heart is affected most peculiarly, and a Randolph-Macon boy’s face wears a Hush as deep as little Katherine’s. Their eyes have met. One seems to say, 44 My best I’ll do for your sake,” and the other quickly answers, “None but the best can come from you.” And so their eyes have pledged their faith, and as Katherine sits down no heart in that vast audience is lighter or happier than that eager college boy’s. Now in turn the other nine essays are read, each receiving the applause justly due, and each girl- ish heart swelling with pride as the owner realizes that her feeble efforts are appreciated. Now comes the awarding of the diplomas. Katherine Brewer again comes lorward and this time claims the first diploma ever awarded from a woman ' s college. • ••• That diploma now hangs on the wall in the new college building by the side of the portrait of the owner. It is time-yellow and stained, smaller by several inches than the sheep-skin the girls of nine, teen hundred will claim, but ever treasured as a precious relic of the college in the early forties. ' I In JMcmomm. Blrrnra JYIartin, Class of ninety-nine, Died September loth, 1899. 44 Blessed are the pure In heart, for they shall see God. Che Soul’s Longing for Peace. “ I)oiia nobis pacem — pacetn — pacem ! ” Augusta Evans Wilson. “The j eace of Gxl which passeth understanding.” Bible. In a dim enchanted woodland, where the sunlight never gleams, And no mirthful voices echoed, I was wandering in my dreams, While the fitful, hollow wailing of the wind as on it rolled, Lent a solemn, death-like stillness, which of gloomy spectres told. All was darkness round my footsteps, and al ove me, to and fro, Swept a phantom train of mourners, sighing o’er their weight of woe; And the weeping for their loved ones sadly fell upon the air, While Death, the cruel reaper, seemed to mock their dark despair. ’Tis the home of sorrow! “ Lead me,” cried I, “Spirit of my dream, From this gloomy h jrned forest, where no joy and gladness beam, To a land of rest where friends of yore may greet me with delight, And no mystic shadows linger on the soul-entrancing-sight ! ” Then a door was opened where the rays of brilliant chandelier Shed dazzling light on beauty’s cheek, which scorned at sorrow’s tear; Loud merry peals ot laughter blended with the mazy dance, And a smile of seeming gladness shone in every passing glance. « I gazed awhile upon the scene — but mockery was there ! And like a serpent crept near those who once were good and fair; And 1 wondered, as they proudly o’er the gilded palace trod, If any among the number rendered homage unto God. Then I heard the muttered curses of some wicked, reckless soul, And the dangerous sipping worse than death of debauchee’s red bowl; Wildest shouts of mirth and revelry were borne up to the skies, And scalding tears of pity fell from guardians’ eyes. Peace is not here. Oh, take me to some far off l eauteous isle, Where philomel and asphodel greet all with happy smile; Where snowy wings of purity and love are hovering o’er, And e’en the waves are joyous as they kiss the pebbled shore. Swift pinions bore me thither, but the winter, chill and dreary. Had withered all the flowers there — and warbling birds were weary; The king of death and pestilence, whose cravings never cease, Had robbed the lovely island of its happiness and j eace. Then around me softly falling came a veil of silvery light, And I knelt in holy worship with a thrilling, strange delight, As a voice above me whispered — M Mv peace I give to thee, Not as the world hath given — but for all eternity ! ” )Vlu9ic Girls. Claudia Maud Mobley, Nannie Mekkitt, Clark, Carrie Felder, May Wilder. � ) Maud Mobley Nannie Merritt Carrie Felder May Wilder Claudia Clark « vSongs anti Ballad ' }. he FIRST literature of every people is poetry. Some nations have one epic, few have more than one, but all nations have songs and ballads. In ancient Greece the lyric poetess Sappho ranked next in renown to Homer. Plato wished her called the Tenth Muse. The songs of ■ Pindar had taken such hold upon Greek thought and life that when Alexander of Macvdon razed Thebes to the ground he ordered that the house of the lyric poet be spared, although the poet himself had been dead a hundred years. The Greek drama, too, originated in the nation’s songs in honor of Dionysius, the god of wine ; tragedy growing out of the wierd, grave songs accompanying the sacrifice of the goat ; comedy originating in the merry, happy songs of the villagers while making wine. As the Jewish maidens sat beside the waters of Babylon, and the sweet notes of their harps floated out on the morning air, or filled with music the evening breeze, tliej’ forgot the weary hours and the trials of captivity ; but when the stranger asked for songs they replied, “ How can we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land ? ” and they “ hung their harps upon the willows ” and wept. During the Middle Ages, while the monasteries preserved science and philosophy, the wandering bard always found the humble cottage and the castle door open to receive him and his songs. Guizot says that in these songs we find the first literary monuments of France, England, and Germany, and the earliest intellectual enjoyment of modern Europe. A nation ' s historic deeds, its distinctive peculiar spirit, are all interwoven and lived in its ballads and songs. How sweet and tender are the melodies of Erin ! During the F rench Revolution nothing so stirred the people as those inspiring words of the Mar- seilles hymn, 44 To arms, to arms, ye braves ! ” Since then the French nation has adopted the Marseilles as a national hymn, and today the army of France salutes the words that suggest a march “To victory or to death.” In the grr.veof our “ Lost Cause” lie buried the burning day thoughts, and the night visions of a nation; b ut so long as there is a Southern sun the inspiring strains of “Maryland, my Maryland” and “Dixie” will find an echo in the Southern heart. Thus, too, will our national air, the “Star Spangled Banner” ever remind us how well we taught old England to let young America alone. In the days of the Reformation, Luther sang himself into the hearts of the people, winning them by his songs to a fearless confession of belief in “Justification by faith.” Before this time the soul of the poet had not sung of love and joy, but like a caged bird, his notes had been low and sorrowful. Luther, as it were, broke the bands and bars, opened the prison door that that soul might take her flight ; and so when the great Wesley Revival stirred the hearts of the people, Chas. Wesley in ecstacy, sang, to a sin-sick world, 44 Jesus lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly. Our literature is teeming with the impassioned words and melodies flowing from hearts that sorrow, love, or inspiration have attuned. Thomas Paine living and dying without a home, has found a home in every heart, through that sweetest song “Home, Sweet Home.” Fannie Crosby w’eak, suffering, and blind, drank so deep of the fountain of song, that without an hour ' s study she wrote some of our sweetest hymns. Perhaps there has never been a more popular singer of melodics than Steven Forster. The most r beautiful of his song ' s, “Old folks at Home,” is so filled with pathos and sweetness that it appeals alike to the heart of the homesick wanderer, the whistler on the street corner, and the millionaire in his princely halls. His plantation song will never be equalled, for the old type darky, who inspired them, has disappeared. Forster has set to the minor key of melody, the biography of the old time negro. There is no clownishness or coarseness about his “Old Uncle Ned,” who ’ Had no wool on the top of his head,” We, too, would Hang up the fiddle and the bow,” When “Old Uncle Ned,” dying, goes to the place “ Where the good darkies go.” 41 Let me make the ballads of a nation, I care not who makes its laws.” 191 Out -door Sports. Louis Little, Maky Love joy, Stevie Campbell, Maky Guy Trigg, Helen Roberts, Flokkik Elliot, Emmie Lela Gramlixg, Henxie May Crittenden O O o Q G� ® ) He- uiiy May_Crittenden Florrie Elliott Lois I.ittlc Man Lovejoy Emmie L. Cratnling Helen Roberts Stevie Campbell Man- G. Twigg i Girls In for fun.” Earle Johnson, Pearle Johnson, Essie Baker, Carrie Jaknagin, May Quinney, Mina Wooten, Lizzie Lou Gray, Mattielee Dunham, Stevie Campbell. I Pcarlc Johnson Karle Johnson Carrie Jarnagin Matticlee Dunham Mina Woolen Slevie Campbell May yuinney Lizzie Lou Gray Esaie Baker At this poor annual, friends and school-mates, Do not as critics look ; Earnest efforts it has cost us, Long weeks in work w-e took. Permit us then to say, dear reader, How ardently we trust, Each buyer will in turn be generous And his criticisms just, Nor let him blame the book. I ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS. TO EVERY ONE WHO HAS. IN ANY WAY, AIDED US IN THIS UNDERTAKING, AND TO ONE ESPECIALLY, WHOSE TIME AND ENERGY HAS BEEN SO EARNESTLY DEVOTED TO THE ACCOMPLISHMENT OF IT. THE ADELPHEANS OFFER MOST SINCERE THANKS. End. VX w ...4 f dJ ( 10 ) cN GNY BRI Sfy FABRIC AN T OE Co TO THE PUBLIC! T HAT much desired luxury, a perfect tooth-brush, is fully met in our STONEWALL line which is sold by first-class Druggists in your City. These Brushes are warranted to give complete satisfaction, and are in all respects worthy of your confidence. See that the handles are stamped T. P. and refuse substitutes. BROSSERIE FINES USINE A CAUVICNY, FRANCE. Faithfully yours. CAUVIGNY BRUSH CO. TAYLOR PEEK DRUG CO. MACON. GEORGIA. v S ' ole Agents for t ’ nited State • FOR SALE AT TAYLOR ' S ALL-NIGHT DRUG STORE, SECOND AND CHERRY STREET. AND LLEGE ’ 1-in.ivMACY, .J ASHIHCTON AND ORANOE ST. Mans B. H. EDWARDS, gi© Macon. Georgia. MANUFACTURER OF Baunrels, aid Bnnttiler Ttiflte. iffi Hardwood Lumber of All Kinds For Sale. BOB E. Y. Mallary. Trent. J. J. Cohh. Cash. W. I� . Wiikblks. Teller Commercial Savings Bank, Macon , Georgia. DIRECTORS CrCil Morgan, K N Jki.ks. Gbo. W. Morgan. A. W. I.axk. K. Y. Mallory. J. J. Cohh. II II Johnson A Genera Banking Business Transacted • Special Attention Given to Business of Ladies. Dry Goods... Dress Making. Lesser’s. Complete Line of novelties in Silks, Dress Goods, Tailor-made Suits, Jackets, Furs, Gloves, Handkerchiefs, Etc. Special Invitation to Cdcelcyan pupils. Phone 364. LESSERS, 559 Cherry St. Tampa Fish Ice Co., A. M ADAMS, PROPRIETOR. WHOLESALE DEALERS AND SHIPPERS OF FRESH FISH, OYSTERS. GAME, CHICKENS, ICE, And FLORIDA PRODUCE. Telephone 233. 450 First St„ MACOX, GA. “WE NEVER SLEEP ! ” Taytor Dra® Store, OPEN ALL NIGHT Fok youk convenience — vhs. YOURS! Have your PICTURE FRAMED at McEvoy Book stationary Co. Prices the lowest, but the best Dealers in Bibb. Gift Books, Fancy, Holiday Goods. 572 Cherry Streetm Woman’s Exchange, TRIANCULAR BLOCK. Orders for refreshments taken and filled promply. Fresh Cake on Saturday. Stamped Linen, Batten be rge Material, Hemingway ' s Embroidery Silk. Fancy articles can always be found A gents for Idle Hour Nurseries. Phone 328. J. «V 1 . I . w ILL INGIIAM, Furniture, Carpets . VI ;i tt iny;si, and Shades . Corner CHERRY AND SECOND STREETS, MACON, GEORGIA GIRLS: Before you marry, see that your prospective husband has ot his life insured in the Northwestern Mutual Life Insurance Co OF MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN. THE STRONGEST, SAFEST, CHEAPEST, BEST. For Information, Address W. B. KING, Special Agent, MACON, GEORGIA. Hdelpbcan Badge©, ft fldclpbean Paper. THE BEST IN JEWELRY AND ART WARE AT STEVENS JF ELRY STOKE, it v -treet Jt MACON, GEORGIA. Everything that ' s good to Eat CAN liR FOUND AT 50 c. KURAKOFF — Flournoy ' S, phone 26. For Sale by All Druggists. LAZARUS JLWELRY PALACE, Macon’s Leading Jeweler, CHIRM STREET, MACON, GA W. LAMAR WILLIAMS, .. Picture Frames. Art Goods. .. 422 SECOND STREET. MAURY M. STAPLER, M. D., 556 Cherry St., Macon, 6a. EAR, EYE, NOSE, THROAT. CAMPBELL T. KING, Apothecary, 103 COIION ATOMIC. MKCOS GIORGIA. The Manhattan Typewriter. A Machine famous the world over for its superior qual- ity and durability. Prico , $ 60 00 - J. W. SHINilOLSTLR, General Agent, Cor. ( otton Awe. and ( h t., . vJ J. College Hill Pharmacy, Comer Washington Ave. and Qfahg ' e Street. PRESCRIPTIONS ACCURATELY COMPOUNDED. Hot and Cold Soda Water, Cigar and Tonaceo, Stationery, Fine Cm. — • Nunnally’n a Specialty. Trade Secret — ONLY THE 11 ESI f, Southern Railway GREATEST HIGHWAY OF TRADE AND TRAVEL BETWEEN ALL POINTS NORTH EAST SOUTH an? WEST H. F. CARY, Traveling Passenger Agent. City Passenger and Ticket Office. 567 Cherry Street, Phone 424, MACON, GA. H. HARDWICK, Assist. General Passenger Agent, ATLANTA, GA. .. ' 4 m W. A. TURK, General Passenger Agent, WASHINGTON, D. C. (Qmttrall ®f (Sjswpa [J anllway 1554 MILES OF MODERN RAILWAY TRAVERSING THE GREATEST AGRICULTURAL, FRUIT AND TIMBER BELTS OF THE SOUTH. Luxurious Passenger Route to New York, Boston and the East via Savannah and OCEAN STEAMSHIP COMPANY. pull and complete information furnished as to schedules, connections, and sleeping car and steamship reservations upon application to any TlcKet Agent of the Company or W. D. HAMMET, Traveling Passenger Agent. All Fourth Street. MACON. GA. J. C. HAILE. r H- HINTON. THEO. D. KLINE. JOHN M. EGAN. General Passenger Agent. Traffic Manager. General Super ivndent, Vice-President V SAVANNAH. GEORGIA. Palace Sleeping Cars on Night T rains, Elegant Parlor Cars on Day Trains, between Atlanta, Macon and Savannah. [ � ' ' ' � «d T a . GEORGIA SOUTHERN FLORIDA RAILWAY “SUWANEE RIVER ROUTE.” Puu.man Buffkt Si.kf.ping Car Link, without change, between St. Louis. Mo., and Jacksonville, Fla., via Macon, G. S. F. Rv. to Lake City, and F. C. P. R. R. to Jacksonville. Through Parlor and Sleeping Cars between Macon and Palatka, via G. S. F. Rv. direct. In traveling between Macon, South Georgia and all Florida points, take the best and most convenient route. We have it. ' trains daily from (he North via Macon to Jack- sonville. Palatka and all llorida Points. Irain daily from all points in South Georgia and llorida to Northern Cities via Palatka, Val- dosta, I if ton, Cordele and Macon, trains daily in ea. direction, bet Macon and Valdosta and all ' tints in Sout. on Fast Schedules and l next Hied Service. Inclines I quipped with Electric Headlights. FOR INFORMATION AS TO RATKS. ROITKH, SCHKDt’LKS. SLF.KI 1 I NO CAR ACCOMMODATIONS, BTC., ADDRKS D. G. HALL, Traveling ' assengcr Agent, 8 Kimball Horse, Atlanta, Ga. HARRY IH’RNS. Honda ‘assenger Agent, jot w. Bay St., Jacksonville, Fla. ILLIA f CKLEY SHAW, C. B. RHODES, otocF . General Pam. Aoent. Maco Georgia. OPERATES THE FAMOUS “ Dixie Flyer www W. A. DOODY COMPANY, WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DRY GOODS AND NOTIONS J. S. MILNER. Headquarters for Indies’ Readv-mnde Soils. Waists and Cloaks, High-class Dress Goods and Silks. 614 CHERRY STREET. - - MACON, GEORGIA PlhaDildDgsrapIhieD 0 , � Cherry Street, Blackshear : leadi !S ™ . apher NOTHING BIT IHE FINEST WORK PRODUCED. SPECIAL PRICES TO COLLEGE STUDENTS. MACON, GA. PRES8 OF BYRD PRINT. CO., ANTA. GA. M I LT-i