Daniel Baker College - The Trail Yearbook (Brownwood, TX)

Text from Pages 1 - 128 of the 1917 volume:

THE TRAIL Published, Annually by the Student Body of Daniel Baker College I Vol. MCMXVII DANIEL BAKER COLLEGE CAMPUS Qetricatum To the man who, because of his love for our college, has given so generously of the welfare of the institution; whose friend- ship we know and cherish; whose noble prompted him to carry burdens that were by no means his in order that Daniel Baker College might live through many crises; to least: to Mr. Brooke Smith this book is T. P. JTJNKIN President A. B., Austin College, ’93; Fellow in Mathemat-, ies, M. A., University of Virginia, ’01; Graduate Stu- dent, Columbia University, ’05; LL.D., Daniel Baker College, ’10; President, Presbyterian College for Women, Charlotte, N. C., ’96-’97; Associate Profes- sor of Mathematics, A. and M. College of Texas, ’03- ’09; President, Daniel Baker College, ’09-’16.— MARION DARGAN, Jr. structor in History and English Wofford Fitting School, ’10-’ll; Student University of Chicago Sum- mer of ’ll; Student Union Theolo- versity; B. D., Union Theological Seminary, '13; Professor of History Daniel Baker College ’14. B. D. D. GREER Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, '08; Pastor of Pine Street Presbyterian Church in San Anto- Graduate Student Princeton Univer- sity, '12; Bible and Philosophy, Daniel Baker College, '12.— MISS MABEL M. HARLAN KATHERINE E. WHEATLEY B. A. University of Texas, '15; M. A. Uni- FLORENCE WATKINS COX ton, Mass.; under Madame Estelle Burns- MARTHA WILSON MORRIS scape Painting with Mr. Rupert Hamilton ot Scotland; Water Colors and China, Texas g E M E © E S EDWARD K. ANDERSON, A. B. Brownwood, Texas. Varsity football ’12-’13-'14-’15-’16; baseball ,12-’13-’14-’15-’16-’17; Cap’t baseball ’15: Cap’t football ’16; Track team 15-’16; Athletic Council ’14-’15; Students Council ’13-’14; President of D. K. S. ’14; Trail staff ’14-’15; President of Students Ass’n. MAUDE COOK, A. B. Brownwood, Texas. Representative Debater Coggin Literary Society ’ gin Society ’16; Secretary of Students Ass’n ’ll Class Historian ’17. 1917 MALCOLM K. McCULLOUGH, A. B. Brownwood, Texas. HENRY OXFORD, A. B. Turnersville, Texas. Y. M. C. A. Cabinet ’13-’14-’15; President of D. K. S. ’14-’15; Collegian staff ’14-’15-'16; Editor-in-chief Collegian ’15-’16; Students Council '15-’16; President of Senior Class HARRY S. STAPLETON, A. B. Victoria, Texas. McLelland; Winner of the Declamatory Medal, '14; Representative to S. W. Y. M. C. A. Convention at Montene, Ark., '14; Y. M. C. A. cabinet ’15-'16; Vice President NOEL P. WILKINSON, A. B. Brownwood, Texas. Varsity football ’14-’15-T6; Varsity baseball ’14-’15-’16-T7; Vice President of Students TRA1 CHARLES D. ROBERTSON, A. B. Morrilton, Ark. of Class T7; Vice President of Students Ass’n ’17; Student Council '16. J. CLAUDE SMITH, A. B. Brownwood, Texas. '14; Students Council T4-T5; Athletic Council T6-T7; Editor-in-chief of “Trail T6-T7; Varsity football T1-T3-T4-T6; Baseball ’11-’12-T4-T5-’17; Track '12-14; Basket HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1917 In searching through the annals of Daniel Baker I was struck by the fact that the class of ’17 is indeed a “bunch of old timers”. This class is also characterized by the number of football men, there being seven out of the nine boys who are football stars. Another most remarkable fact is that this year tiie boys claim the majority among the graduates. It is rather unusual and you may consider it lucky to be the only girl—However, judge for yourselves while I tell you what kind of boys we have. What student of this college from time immemorial is not familiar with the name of “Ted” who has won renown with both the football and the bat. Certain records would seem to show that Ted has a rather fickle nature having transferred the center of his affections several times. 1 found that even he in years past had been guilty of loitering in the halls and the English room. However, the charms of Arizona could not. lure him away from his Alma Mater. Settled down at last he has become more serious minded and has centered his thought on his school work and his loA'e on his teacher(s). T hear that he speaks Spanish so fluently that his company is very much enjoyed by his teacher. Harry Stapleton, better known as “Stape” came to us from Victoria four years ago. He has also won a reputation as a football star and is well known among the ladies. Stape has always seemed to have a special fond- ness of school teachers but the records fail to show whether the fondness was mutual. He believed in letting the world (especially preps) know that he was educated and in demanding full respect and credit for being a senior. You cant blame him for being proud of his position as assistant librarian since he has seen more unlucky days in the past. He has shown an inclination to art or rather to the art studio but at present it is difficult to determine where- in his interests lie. T must not fail to mention that he has the distinction of being the only “Ministerial Candidate” among the seniors. Another boy who has won a football reputation is Claude Smith, other- wise known as “Church” or “Chile Face”. T found his history rather long and detailed yet T can only mention a few of the more important facts. He has been connected with the college for several years but in the mean time spent some time teaching. As a student and as a prof he has appeared equally charming to the opposite sex. often arousing jealousy and envy among them. He has not had the same girl from year to year nor always one at a time. Fortunately he possesses the tact of appearing sincere. Probably his popular- ity is due to his active interest in the Woman’s Suffrage movement. His work as editor-in-chief of our annual this year is highly appreciated. “Eno” Phillips well known in football and baseball came to us from high school four years ago. He has been a very efficient student and well liked by his class mates. Eno has one peculiar characteristic and that is; when he says a thing he means it and the whole senior class can’t change his notion, not even on the colors for a class sweater. The records seem to be doubtful as to whether Eno has ever been really in love. He has been strang- ly attracted several times but nothing serious has ever developed in his case. One part of his education, however, seems to have been sadly neglected since Senior Balls have become the fashion. Charles Robertson or “Bobby” is among the football stars. He is the only oiTe of the class that is really a new comer. He entered school last year as a senior but was so very much pleased with our college that he came back to be a member of this class. As Bobby is not very rushed with school work he is carrying several “specialties” the most important of these being dancing and art. Every one knows that he just likes to “piddle” around but no one, not even his teachers, seem to object. Melvin Prentice has distinguished himself in more ways than one. Name- ly; as a football star; as a member of the college quartette; and as a “ladies’ man”. I have noticed that he has often exclaimed, “Give me more brains and less good looks!” We really would’lit class him as a “heart smasher “because the girls from year to year have heard that it is just Melvin’s way and have learned not to take him too seriously.” Melvin has a peculiar kind of perseverance when it comes to passing a college course. He has a special liking for English I and Girls. It is hard to determine which of these courses appeal to him the more as he has pursued each of them several years. Henry Oxford Alias “Ghaunt” has for seven long years been the Turn- ersville representative to Daniel Baker. You may be surprised when I tell you that the records of the college prove him to be the most heartless mem- ber of the senior class. It is a well known fact that, he lost his heart more than two years ago. Melvin had better be careful or he’ll lose a $1000.00 bet to Henry. For a long time Henry has been fond of taking drives through the country, especially between Elkins and Bangs, believing that more is to be gained by the drive than from attendance of an Economics class on Satur- day afternoon. Henry has been a valuable contributor to our college paper and served as edilor-in-chief in past years. He has the honor of being the president of our class. “Pike” Wilkinson, formerly known as Noel, has during the last three years won a reputation on the gridiron and the diamond. Pike does’nt talk very much but goes quietly about his own business. All the girls seem to admire him from a distance as he usually doesn’t allow them to approach very near. His record, very unlike that of most college boys, is free from any ac- counts of love affairs. He seems to have put aside such trivial matters even before his entrance at college and has grown to be very serious minded. Malcolm McCullough, whom we all know as “Little Me.” may be said to be the least in stature but not in brains. No one has ever had any trouble in finding him at school as he spends everyday, and we are inclined to believe, many of the nights in the laboratory. He is preparing to be a doctor and is getting real good practice this year in diagnosing the cases of his class mates. Indeed, he has rendered such excellent service that he has acquired a new title, the “Dear Doctor”. It is really surprising that he has never joined the C. B. C. Club as he seems interested in the “Walks” of the Campus. Very fortunately I have the advantage of my class mates and I am not going to tell you about my own history. If any of you are curious you may search the annals for yourselves. With joy we have looked to the crowning day When in honor we stand with our dear B. A. However, this band of nine plus one Will never forget D. B’s days of fun. Maude Cook, Historian, ’17. AS I EXPECTED WAITING FOR JUNE t to get out of the town pretty With a sort of a velvet hue; And shine like the eyes of the girls I 1 In the long, long ago. I want to go out to the blossoming And kiddies I love out there; As I saw them in the good old days, With clover bloom in their hair. t out to the winding road I want to get out to t And the wild birds’ ei HISTORY OF THE JUNIOR CLASS The school year of 1912-’13 marks the beginning of the history of the present Junior Class. Two members out of the six which make up this class began their college career in this year. Grace Gillon and Whitson Overcash were enrolled as Freshmen. 1913- 14. This year Frances Hoon and Jim Greer made their appearance in this institution. Grace passed on to the Sophomore class, and Whitson did not return. 1914- 15. Jim Greer was joined, in the Freshman class, by Joe Turner, a graduate of Brownwood High School, and Whitson Overcash, who could re- main no longer away from the beloved college. Frances turned to a “Soph,” and Grace left school to begin a teacher’s career. W. P. Perkins, unknown to his present classmates, was a student in Vanderbilt. 1915- 16. Jim, Joe, and Whitson, passed together into the Sophomore Class. Frances accepted a position in the High School at Rotan. Perkins entered the Southwestern University at Clarksville, Tenn. 1916- 17. The beginning of this year saw Joe, Jim, and Whitson seated in the Junior “pew” and with them one who had passed from their midst the year before—Frances Hoon. Also among was a stranger whom they soon learned to know as Perkins. Several weeks later they were all surprised to find another old friend established in their midst. Grace Gillon, one of the founders of the class, returned after a two years’ furlough to take up her work towards an A. B. May these six who have overcome the difficulties of the Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior years pass safely over the troubled waters of Senior- HISTORY OF SOPHOMORES (With Apologies to Poe) Once upon a June day dreary, while we pondered somewhat weary Over many a page and picture of the noted Trail,, ’17 While we turned each separate page, looking for the Sophomore sage, Suddenly that class came into view, and though only a few, There seemed to appear in them the knowledge, that they knew more than all the college, Merely appearance, nothing more. Ah distinctly we remember, it was in that bright September, And each separate Sophomore member again entered the chapel door, With an air of more distinction than he had had the year before, When with a Freshman’s fear and trembling he had mounted to 3rd For now this was a rare and radiant class who made the lower classmen sore, Well known here, forever more. And the stern, staid uncertain looks of those new green draperies, Thrilled us, filled us with fantastic terrors not felt the year before. So that now, to still the beating of our hearts, we stood debating Whether our faculty would be as stern as in the year before When soon the late president stepped out upon the floor, Merely this and nothing more. AN ADVENTURE OF A REVOLUTIONARY SCOUT Lying in the shade of a huge oak was a young man clad in a rough brown uniform of an army scout. On the ground beside him were his canteen and a small paper of lunch, which he had received from a frendly mountain lady that morning. As he reclined slowly, eating his noon day meal, he re- viewed what he had done and planned. That morning he had left his company with order to discover the where- about of the enemy, and to learn as much about their movements and plans as he was able. Before daylight he had eaten breakfast in the home of a hospitable mountaineer. As he started on his way, the thoughtful wife had pressed into his hands enough food for another lunch. Since then he had traveled over rough mountain country and through dense woods, but he had met no one, nor had he seen signs of anyone having been in that section of the country. He was now in the vicinity of Charlotte, where Cornwallis was ex- pected to join his forces with what Tory forces Major Ferguson could collect in the country joining Mecklenburg. It was to watch this “Wily-fox” that he was commissioned, and it would take all of his resources to keep track of him and his movements. He had come up from the south and had not seen anything of the enemy. He decided to turn to the north-west and approach the town from that quarter, provided he could not locate Cornwallis before he reached Charlotte. Having decided on the course that he would follow, he hastily ate the last of his lunch, took a long drink from the canteen, and rose slowly to his It was a warm day in the early part of the summer of the last year of the war—one of those days when everything and everybody seem sleepy and lazy. John G--------tall, slender, and burned by the sun, enjoyed a big yawn and stretched himself as comfortably as a cat just aroused from her warm bed in the chimney corner. He aroused himself with a jump and whistled to his mare grazing near by. With one arm thrown around her neck and the other softly stroking her nose, he whispered to her, “Nance, old girl, it’s many a narrow escape we’ve had, but we’ve come through unhurt, and we’re ready for another ad- venture. Let’s find ’em, Nance, let’s find ’em, and carry word back to our General.” With these words he jumped lightly upon Nance’s back, and she, almost without guidance, headed toward the northwest. About three o’clock they came out on a well beaten road. John jump- ed from his horse and examined the tracks that were plainly visible. It ap- peared to him that a company of horsemen had traveled this road, going north, as late as that same morning. Whether they were “Red-coats” or Americans, he could not tell. At any rate, whoever they were, they would not stop to camp before dark and then he could see their campfire before running upon them; or, if they were not far in the advance of him, the dust that they would raise would serve as sufficient warning for him to seek the brush. So he kept to the road where riding was easier and much more pleasant. He had not gone far when a small shower fell, settling the dust and cooling the atmosphere. He rode with a bare head, humming a tune, and enjoying the beauty of nature. It was spring—the trees were green and the birds were calling to each other in the woods. His thoughts, for a moment, were on anything else other than warfare. Suddenly his reverie was inter- rupted by the ringing command, “Halt”! He could not afford to be captured! His thoughts were rapid, and his actions were equally so. Nance had gotten him out of more than one tight place—she could get him out of this one. Leaning forward on her neck, he whispered, “Go Nance”! She knew the tone of her master’s voice; so she shot forwards as if on A fleeting glance toward the side of the road revealed a group of eight or ten men. As he passed they jumped for their horse and were soon in hot pursuit. John leaned further over Nance’s neck, urging her on. He was well in advance of the pursuing enemy and could have escaped, if there had not been an accident. Nance—Nance who had always been so sure-footed- stumbled and pitched her rider overhead, she herself falling with a broken leg. With one shot he ended her misery, and hastened into the brush before the British could reach the spot and dismount. When they rode up and dis- covered the state of affairs, they hurried into the woods in search of the Rebel. They gained on him rapidly and finally surrounded him. He, pulling out his sword, backed up against a tree and there fought for his life. Their number was against him. After having received three saber cuts on the face, a gash on one knee, and two thrusts in the body, he fell. The British searched his pockets and left him for dead. A few hours later some of his friends passing along the road recognized the mare lying there. Wondering what had become of John they searched on both sides of the road until they found the body stretched out on the cold damp ground, where it had been left by the British. They had begun to make arrangements for the burial, when he having revived somewhat said, “Boys, 1 am hardly ready to be buried yet. Carry me off and I shall live to hang them yet.” By M. G. G. ’18. FFESH FRESHMAN CLASS HISTORY In the beginning the Freshman class was created in the image of Minerva, in knowledge, goodness, and thruthfulness, with domination over their rights. For on the ninth month, the twenty-first day, it came to pass that thirty-three wise pupils entered the Freshman realm. Even though we were wise, we were frightened; for like as our forefathers we were sojourners in a strange land. And darkness was upon face of each; but lo! the high and mighty Seniors did let their lights so shine, that we, seeing them did glorify and enjoy them exceedingly. Thus our path became visible and slowly, one by one, we fol- lowed in the light before us, and finally laid hold on the first step of the ladder of knowledge and fame. Soon it came to pass that the President of the Board of Trustees spake unto us saying, “Be strong and of good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed; for the Board is with thee whithersoever thou goest.” Thus Eoff Gaston Freeland, T. Greer, B. Harrell Locklin Lee Lathem McKinley were we strengthened and encouraged to labor diligently, for he had offered willingly. In due time the Freshman army assembled to elect a captain, and there arose from among us one Lowell Smith, upon whom the spirit of leadership had descended. Thus we found it wise to make him our leader, and his fame was noised throughout the realm. We contributed three mighty men of valor to the football team and they will make as good a recoi'd in baseball and track as they have already made in football. One of our members is such a “Boone” to the class that we are hoping to keep her with us, because we sometimes have the “Blues.” Thus our history has continued until now we are a strong and noble band. We have made us a name, for all are “of one language and one speech.” We attribute our success unto this psalm, which our captain commanded us to follow from the beginning even unto this day: “Blessed is the Freshman that stumbleth not in the fields of English I., nor standeth in the way of Seniors, nor thinketh evil of the opposing Literary But our delight is in the law of' the Faculty; and all of their laws do we strive to obey by day and by night. And the Freshman shall be like an oracle planted by the river of know- ledge, that bringeth forth his opinions in due time; his name also shall not fade, and whatsoever he undertaketh shall succeed. The “greenness” of the Freshman is not so; but is like the leaves which the winter driveth away.” Therefore the Freshman shall ascend the ladder of fame, and stand in the congregation of the Sophs. For the Faculty knoweth the way of the de- serving pupil, but the way of the undeserving shall perish. E. H. ’20. A TYPOGRAPHICAL ERROR writing. Opening it, she read: My Dearest Mother:—I am married! I know that this is indeed a surprise to you as.....” But that was as far as she got, the letter fell from her hand, she dropped to the floor, and gasped,— Married!” called excitedly, Oh! Miss Bess, come in here quick. Mis’ Johnson is dying.” Miss Bess rushed into her friend’s aid, and seeing her lying on the floor, hurried to the medicine chest and got the smelling salts. She started to hold the bottle to Mrs. Johnson’s nose, but seeing that she was conscious, she asked, What’s the matter?” Mrs. Johnson breathed out heavily, “Evelyn’s—married!” It happened that Miss Delaney had a brother living in the same town where Evelyn was teaching and she knew he had been “rushing Evelyn a great deal lately, fell back into a chair, completely overcome by the startling news. “Was it possible that Evelyn was her sister-in-law? Not that she did not like Evelyn, for she really liked her very much, but for her dear old brother to marry such a ‘harum-scarum’ cloth to bring Mrs. Johnson out of her faint', but seeing Miss Delaney also fainted away, she thought that something terrible had happened, and so she dropped the pitcher and ran to the ‘phone, calling for the doctor “to come quick to Mrs Johnson’s residence.” Then she hurried back to the tragic scene, and seeing the bottle of smelling salts, grabbed it up, but she lost her balance, the rug slipped from under her feet, she hit the floor and the smelling salts splashed all over her face. Of course, this took her breath and she lay gasping on the floor. Thus they all lay,—Mrs. Johnson almost over- come by the fact that her daughter had married without letting her know it: Miss Delaney thinking of her brother and Evelyn being married; and the maid thinking that she was breathing her last. Just at that instant Dr. Myers arrived, and as no one answered his ring, he walked in, and found his way into the sitting room. He was greeted with a pungent odor and it flashed through his mind that they had been poisoned. He knew that he could not handle three by himself; and so he turned to the telephone and called for his partner to come to his aid. He then hurried back into the room, and seeing Mrs. Johnson with her eyes open, he asked, What is the matter?” She groaned out, Evelyn’s married!” It happened that Dr. Myer’s son, who had grown up with Evelyn, was in college about thirty miles from the place where Evelyn was teaching. He had written his father a few days before for some extra money in order that he might go over and see his old play-mate. Therefore it was Robert, the son from whom he had expected so much, who had married Evelyn, and he was only half through his education. Could it be possible? But really he had never expected Robert to live up to his ideal, which he had attained so well up to this time.” A noise was heard on the front porch, and Dr. Myer’s partner hurried in without ringing the door bell. He stopped in surprise when he saw the three women, seemingly unconscious, and even the doctor sitting back in a chair, entirely oblivious of all his surroundings, muttering something about Robert—Evelyn—married—etc. He gave an- other swift glance around the room, and his eye caught sight of an opened letter lying PEC HAL THE TRAIL STAFF J. Claude Smith, Editor-in-chief Malcolm K. McCullough Ass’t Editor-in-chiei Noel P. Wilkinson. Business Mgr. Edward 0. Cone Ass’t. Business Mgr. Edwin Phillips Athletic Editor Serena Black Associate Editor Whitson Overcash Associate Editor Grace Gillon Associate Editor Willis Eoff Art Editor Y. M. C. A. CABINET J. W. Short......................................................President Henry Oxford ............................................. Vice I’rosii 1«mi 1 lioy I lallum................ .......... ..........Secretary and Treasurer W. M. Overcash............................Chairman of Bible Study Committee J. B. Greer...................................Chairman of Social Committee E. 0. Cone................................Chairman of Publicity Committee Chas. Kobertson...........................Chairman of Finance Committee N. P. Wilkinson...........................Chairman of Membership Committee II. E. Bradshaw...........................Chairman of Program Committee D. K. S. LITERARY SOCIETY Presidents Prentice, M. J., Greer, J. B. Hugh Bradshaw MEMBERS Truman Case W. H. Gaston W. B. Greer Percy Hill Tom McKinley W. M. Overcash H. G. Oxford W. P. Perkins E. L. Phillips J. W. Short Van Short L. N. Smith A. E. Thomas THE TRAIL 191 PI ALPHA LITERARY SOCIETY MEMBERS Jennie Freeland Cora Hill Juanita Williams Thelma Webb Ruth Bradshaw Charlotte Rawls Bessie Freeland Grace Boone Estelle Bullard Willeen Day Irene Hunt Serena Black, Margie McRay Theo Freeland Annie McKenzie Miriam Gatliings Etta Mae Gowens Gertrude Young Elizabeth Bowman Flora Wright Cora Brewer Irene Pliler Ida Mae Day Charlotte Bradshaw McLELLAND LITERARY SOCIETY 3si dents Chas. Robertson, Noel Wilkinson Chas. Robertson MEMBERS Claude Reagan J. W. Cochran H. S. Stapleton Crawford Folliard Malcolm McCullough Frank Pierce Noel Wilkinson J. Claude Smith Cecil Folliard COGGIN LITERARY SOCIETY residents Maude Cook, Willis Eol'f MEMBERS Newel, Nelwyn Roussell, Norma Harrell, Emma Palmer, Katherine Chambers, Gertrude Arthur, Bess Taber, Helen Wharton, Ozie Hoon, Frances Blue, Annie Summerlin, Josephine Blue, Jeretta Kunitz, Blanche Gillon, Grace Ragsdale, Marguerite THE CHAFING DISH BRIGADE WEALTHY MANAGERS CLUB COLLEGE PARADE ‘HUSKIES” FROM KANSAS “ NEXT DANCE MINE Soon the dancing’s over, Soon the lights decline; WANDER LUST Winds of the world, give answer: “what the paths that I trod? Tell to the little people, of the wide, wild ATELETEC OUR COACH No man has done or could do more towards bettering and uplifting the athletics of Daniel Baker College than has “Nig” Perry. His thorough know- ledge aided by his concentrative mind has caused Daniel Baker Athletics to be noticed by the other- members of the T. I. A. A. The most commendable thing that could be said about a coach can be said about him. “His athletes honor and cherish his presence. ’ ’ FOOTBALL SQUAD THEODORE T. HORWALDSENSON Fullback marvel at defense but it was always the same. The crimson quarter-back called his signals deliberately, then the crimson wave went over the tops of the blues, until the last white line of the skeleton was crossed and goal was kicked. At the kick off, again the crimson began their forward march. Just at that moment they plunged at the last line, and fumbled. Halt on, with a panther like leap, snatched the ball, and dashed the lenght of the field for a touch down. Danton was wild with joy, but Tucker failed to kick goal. The first half was up. The Blues faced the Crimsons in the second half with the big Swede at fullback, but this did not seem to alter matters much, though furious fight- ing kept the Crimsons Horn scoring at first. Five minutes left. The coach groaned, for defeat was certain. No, he must not be defeated, for his future depended upon the issue of the game. Jackson was jubilant, and began to taunt Danton. Halton crouched doggedly at the left; the ball lay two yards from his goal. Already the Crimson quarter called for a penetrating rush. It would soon be over. “Look at the baby Swede’’, shouted the Crimson half. “He has trifling ancestors, or he could play football, taunted another. The last sweet song floated out over the field; “we will fight, fight, fight, for old D—a—n------------1—o—n. A new light crept into the Swede’s eyes. He twitched, his nostrils dilated, his face lost its placid look, for that of a beast; his brute nature had supplanted unusual good nature. He crouched low like a tiger preparing to spring upon his prey. The coach aroused himself on the side line, and gazed in wonder at the change; then a smile stole over his face. A low growl seemed to issue from the giant ’s lips as Jackson launched her attack, and the runner was hurled insensible to the ground. The Crimsons wrere indignant, but the Swede shrugged his shoulders and laughed. He had tasted blood now; he was aroused and the Crimsons must bear the consequences. Jackson came strong through the center. The Swede leaped fiercely; they shrank back, but fumbled. Halton snatched the ball with the same panther like movement, but sliped and fell. They lined up quickly, and Halton called the Swede’s signal. The giant tucked his head, hurled his two hundred and fifty pounds of muscles at the Jackson line, with, as Tucker says, malice afore thru. He broke thru the line and sped swiftly thru for the Jackson goal, while the Danton rooters rose in ecstacy. Two objects separated him from his goal. He eyed the first with contempt, and without leaving his course, trampled over him. Then the big Jackson fullback, two hundred or more, chief of the Crim- sons, was his obtacle. With a snarl, he gathered speed and strength to stop the flying Swede. But the Swede was determined. He gathered his great muscles and leaped straight for the Crimson object. He hit him fore aft, While Thorwaldsenson, the grand, trampled over him, and dashed on for a touch- down and victory, amid the shrieks of twenty thousand maniacs. Phillips, Capt., Shortstop BASKET BALL Basketball is one of the youthful sports of D. B. 0. For the past few years basketball has been among the dormant sports of this school; but during this past season much enthusiasm was shown and a great amount of interest was manifested. To the surprise of many such men as Thomas, Andy, and Smith were to be found in a baketball suit. We hope that next year’s season will be more interesting and more successful than that of the past year. Maurice did as she was told and soon had descended the slope and dip- ped up the water. But there were some wild irises and tiny white arbutus flowers trailing along the bank above. Tired, she threw herself down upon the slope and stretched out her arms to them as if she wished to gather all the delicate things up to her in one big arm full. “Sad little lilly, why are you drooping your head and wilting? You have the ferns to blow and caress you, and I know these great willow trees love you too. But I see. You are growing alone, out from all the rest of the flowers. Now, she said, transplanting tenderly some other flowering plants about the drooping lilly, “now you wont be sad and lonely any more. You look fresher already.” “Why doesn’t she fetch the pail of water?” Mrs. Moreland was asking her husband who was comfortably stretched on a pallet beneath a, tree. His only reply was a lazy grunt. “The silly child is like as not talking to the fishes,” she offered as explanation. Unobserved by the girl, a young man who was opening muscle shells for pearls, had come up to the shallow water just beneath her and had over- heard her childish prattle. She rose now and stated to go, but then decided to get a cool bucket of water. Throwing the first out she leaned over the steep bank to fill her bucket and was slipping over when the young man made a plunge from his concealment among the bushes and in a second had caught her. He courteously mumbled an apology for frightening her, and filled the pail himself. The sleeves of his brown shirt were wet almost to the shoulders and he stood waist deep in the water beneath her. “I—1—thank you—so much, sir,” she stammered. After his kindness it seemed only proper to say a little something to him, she thought, although she did not know him. “How did you happen to be there? I handn’t seen you.” “Why, I’ve been close along there all the time,” he said with a kind smile and a twinkle in his eye. Do you ever feel lonely that way jourself?” he added. “Oh yes, I do all the time except when I’m in my flower garden or when Uncle Ben’s around. He calls me Meg and talks with me. These aren’t my real aunt and uncle I’m here with. You know I haven’t any real kin people in all the world. But I must go now.” “Maurice, oh Maurice!” Mrs. Moreland was calling her now. With a start she was up and ready to go. “That’s so heavy to carry up the steep hill. I’ll carry it for you.” “Thanks, but you mustn’t,” Meg announced, and in a moment she was trugging up the hill. “Queer girl, but mighty pretty,” the young man mused to himself and without another thought about her he was again busily engaged upon his search. The next afternoon Maurice had cleaned up the camp after dinner ; and following a long nap, her aunt and uncle had gone away to fish. “I don’t like to handle the worms?” she had said and therefore stayed behind. The water was keeping up a lazy half-audible murmur in the distance. A swarm of buzzing blue flies hung in the air out in an open space where the sun shone down dividing the cool shade of the oaks. Maurice was going to use this opportunity to gather all the flowers she could from masses of star lilies, wild hyacinths and branching tree flowers that bloomed in profusion about the woods, and which filled the whole realm with their fragrance. Today her dark curls were loosely pinned back and moved in the light zephyrs as she stooped for this flower, or skipped there to break a spray of blossoms from a flowering tree. “Oh, Wood Nymph you could not wait until night to gather your gar- lands, and now mortal man has seen you. Why do you not immedately turn into a murmuring spring or at least a narcissus? You know that’s the way you should do.’’ “Oh wouldn’t that be great!” Maurice had immediately fallen into the spirit of the thing, as soon as she had realized the place where the voice was coming from.” “1 wish such things could happen out of mythology books.” The intruder was the same that the reader had met the day before. lie carried his head erect, but his blue eyes sparkled with merriment. He looked to be full six feet in his brown khaki suit and his hat of the same color. His trousers were strapped tightly below his knees with a pair of khaki leggins. By this time he had come up to the place where Maurice stood and was breaking off choice twigs of pink blossoms for her. These she held close in her arms and as the sun shown down resplendent upon her soft white muslin dress, the pink and white blossoms in her arms, and lighted up those expressive brown eyes and fluttering curls, our stranger thought that he had never seen a more beautiful sight. “Since we are camping so close here on the river, I think that we might as well get acquainted”, he was saying, “My name is Steve Burke and yours?” “Maurice Moorland,” she supplemented after a pause. “Or Meg, 1 believe you said yesterday, and that’s what I'm going to call you”. Meg was rather surprised at this familiarity and she thought it; for she was slender and tall and really thought that Mr. Burke should have said “Miss” at least, but since he kept on talking, she could only keep quiet. “Do you hear all of that racket?—Ah, Miss Meg, those birds are making over that way. I want to take you over show you what it’s all about.” “And do you already know?” Meg would not have confessed that she was cowardly, imagining all sorts of mishaps that might have transpired in ♦he region of those dark bushes, but now that strong young man who had treated her so kind, was with her, she was not afraid to go. “Notice how startled they are, but how they are changing their tone. 1 suppose they have recognized me.” “They are all flying around that nest yonder and it’s all crushed down on one side!” she exclaimed in wild interest. “Yes, just now 1 caught a moccasin twined around that little tree out close to the nest and it had a young bird eating it. The old birds and a few others were flying at it and screaching pitifully. Come here and 1 shall help you up to see it.” “Two spotted eggs and on little birdie,” she said, “and it’s a thrush’s nest, yes, there is the poor little mother. Let’s go away now she’s so worried.” The two strolled off and after only a short time, Meg had to return to camp in order to have the supper fire ready when her Aunt and Uncle should return with the fish. And so the days passed by, and the monotony of the place was broken by Burk’s frequent visits to see Meg. Their chats were beginning to be more friendly; for though Meg did not realize it, this new acquantance was sup- plying that need of companionship which had caused her constant loneliness. Her aunt knew nothing of these talks, and knowing that a scolding should follow, Meg did not tell her of them. One day, however, she had not seen her new friend the whole day, and she knew that they should leave on the next train. Her books Deeame un- interesting after having read them all the afternoon, and there was left nothing for her to do. She gathered collections of shells and queer stones along the reefs of the river, but still she did not1 see her friend. Finally the long day had passed and she was gathering dry branches for the night fire. She knew that they should leave the next day, and she was thinking for the hundredth time that she would soon see Uncle Benny, and also that she would like to see Mr. Burke again when she heard a sound behind her. “Hello, you dont know where I’ve been.” “No, and you do not know where I am going to-morrow”, she retorted with a feeling of resentment that he had slighted her on this her last day. “Not home?” “Yes, tomorrow”. She had stopped gathering her wood and was looking down figuring something. Steve’s gay expression changed, for he had been lonesome all day long, and it made him realize how he had been enjoying this strange creature’s company during what otherwise would have been a dull and lonesome week. He did not like to think of her not being there. They both had been rather quiet when Steve broke the silence, “I’ve something for you Meg—may I call you that name if I give the present to you?” “No, not for giving me anything”. He chuckled to himself, “Then will you call me Steve, if I give it to you? It is something beautiful, I think.” She felt unusually kind to him after his seemingly long absence, and now that he was going to think enough of her as to give her something beautiful was really too much. She smiled at him so trustingly with her beautiful and affectionate eyes, and came a step or two closer to see what he had for her, saying, “Oh, let me see it quick, wont you?” He could not refuse this eager request; se he drew from his pocket a box, and opening it showed her, imbedded upon a cushion of fern fronds, a tiny pink pearl with unusual luster, for he had already polished it some. “Oh, Steve, that is too beautiful for me”. Her ayes were filling with tears of over-joy. “No, not a bit. But the jeweler will make a right pretty ring out of it. Did you say that you were going to-morrow?” “Yes, tomorrow morning, but 1 can never thank you for this little treasure”, she added. “I’ll tell you how, dear, Let me write to you.” Maurice did not care to have him call her dear, but somehow she could not tell him so. “Yes, I suppose I must say—“but she caught the grave expression of two blue eyes looking down at her repeating, “must”, and smiling she changed it quickly. “Yes write to me. But yonder’s Auntie coming; I must go.” Writing the name quickly, Steve glanced up and saw the figure of that lady at a distance through the woods. “And you’ll write me all about the things you think—”. “No not near”? she laughed teasingly. “But sweetheart you’ll write me often—? “He took her hand 'to bid her good-bye. She was agitated over hurrying, and it seemed so strange for one to seem to love her. Bright blushes made her pink cheeks even more pretty. She saw Auntie at the camp now, and she withdrew her hand and bade Steve, “Good-bye”. The next day the little party rose and left early in the morning. The bayou continued to be even a more beautiful place, but no more pearls were added to Steve’s collection. In the Moreland home Maurice had always brought in the morning mail, and at such times her face often wore an unusually bright expression; but not knowing the cause, Mrs. Moreland suspected nothing. Maurice had a tender conscience and as time on it pricked more intolerable. She could not have borne to have deceived her Aunt, had it not been for this one fact that somewhat eased her. Uncle Benny knew. The evening following their return from the camping trip Uncle Benny said something about a dream that he had had thi’ee times, and because of it he was going to take a trip to Southern Louisiana to the spot of his old homestead. Taking Meg into his confidence, he told her his secret. “You see Meg, when Bank’s men invaded this country in ’63 I was a small boy. One day after father had gone to the war, mother heard that the Yankees were in the neighborhood and she began crying; then out trusty old gray-headed slave took things in charge. He collected all of the money in the house and put it in a box; then he took me on his back, but that is all that I can remember until we were at the big oak ti ee where brother and 1 had played so often. Then I remember that Old Sam remarked to me, “You must remember now”, just then he was digging around the roots of a big tree. I suppose that he must have buried the money there.” I was only a child then, but 1 think that mother and the rest of us must have gone to one of our neighbor’s house. I learned later that one of the soldiers struck me, and that for a long time I coudn’t remember anything that had happemed. The Yankees took Old Sam off with them. The other slaves had recently been freed, so there was no one who knew of the money except me. Mother soon died and I was raised an orphan, like you. “I intended to leave for a trip soon to the old place to see what I can do about the hidden treasure. I suppose that there is a great amount for father was a prosperous plantation owner. What do you think of my plan, Pet?” “I think that it is fine, but I do not want you to go so far off, Uncle Benny”, Meggy said running her slender white fingers through the old man's soft grey hair. ‘‘But now 1 have a secret for you too, Uncle, that I’ve wanted to tell you all day. For Uncle Benny you’ll understand me wont you”? she pleaded in an undertone to be doubly sure of their secrecy. She told him about her short acquantance with Steven Burke, and coming to the last she showed him the pearl that he had given to her. The old man seemed to understand and his eyes brightened and soon became moinstened as he looked into her young face attentively. ‘‘But my Meg you are a young thing, be careful. If he writes very much to you I want to see the young fellow.” Soon after that night Uncle Ben had gone away. A month had passed and with each letter the torture that Maurice suffered from her conscience became more and more intolerable. She hated herself for her deceit, but she could not bear to hear her Aunt say, ‘‘An so you have been deceiving me for a whole month, you cowardly girl” and she didn’t know what else. Finally one morning after a sleepless night, Maurice decided to brave it; she had never written Steve of this cowardly play; for she felt that he would despise such cowardice. Her aunt finally stormed at her. ‘‘The idea of such imprudence, you presumptuous child to think that a young man would fall in love with you-----”. ‘‘I didn’t say-----.” “Listen to me, you should think of us who have raised you. You are just getting to an age when you can be of some benefit.” Finally in a determined voice she commanded, “Sit down there and write the letter that I dictate:” Mr. Steven Burke: I have acted foolishy in writing you. 1 do not care to hear from you anymore, so you will please not write me again. I am sincere Maurice Moreland.” With sobs Maurice wrote the letter and Mrs. Moreland mailed it. The same morning Meg also wrote Uncle Benny for advice, but the letter seemed not to reach him. Another month passed without a single letter from Steven. He evident- ly believed her not to be sincere, or other-wise he should have written again, and he was too proud to write unwelcome letters. Meg became a pitiable and unhappy victim of dejected wretchedness. Her Aunt watched her, but it was needless; for Meg felt that it would be too dishonorable to slip a letter to Steve. So she decided to wait for her uncle’s advice. In the meanwhile Uncle Ben wrote a wonderful letter. He had located the old tree and had great hopes of finding the money. The old oak had long since been sur- rounded by a village graveyard, he wrote so he had a right to dig. “But, he said, friends from France are visiting here and they have revealed the mystery about Maurice’s early history. It seems a nobleman, Count Colet and his wife were traveling along an unfrequented country road soon some highway- men fired upon them killing the Count. They searched the coach for the Count was wealthy. They paid no heed to the child, so it was left there by the side of the road; for the mother was gagged and carried away. So the child was lost, for the mother soon lost her mind as a result of the tragedy, and soon she died. Following close upon this revelation Steven Burke drew up in front of the Moreland house one arternoon in a big glossy car. Maurice’s heart was all a flutter when she saw him at the gate, but she met him at the door. “Come in Steve, Oh, it wasn’t sincere, Aunty made me write it.’’ she explained in a breath, for she looked so strange and stern. But in a second he had noticed the weariness in her eyes and so he believed her without under- standing. After having shaken hands he followed her into the parlor. She did not know that he would look so handsome in a dress suit. She felt con- strained—how strange for her to have such a guest. But he overcame her em harassment. “Meg, he said, taking her hand and drawing her to the settee beside him, “1 have missed your letters so much that 1 have come to find out why 1 never get any more. May 1 see your Aunty”? During the interview that followed Mr. Moreland came in from his business. He was well impressed with the young man’s appearence, and the outcome was that he advised his wife that Maurice would soon be eighteen anyhow, and since they could not keep her from marrying, then, they might as well have a rich son-in-law as a poor one. Left in the room alone, Steve did not fail to make use of the time. “Meg, did you mind writing to me? Tell me.” “Mind? Why, no, not much”, a smile peeped from beneath her dark “Darling look at me”, he said as he tried to raise her stubborn head. “Maurice, 1 love you so much wont you just look up.”? She could not resist this love invitation, so she shyly raised her wonder- ful eyes to his. “Do you love me at all, Maurice?” Again the head was dropped. This time when he tried to raise it she compromised by placing it on his shoulder. “Meg, dear” stroking rich heavy tresses looped about her head “If you can love me as I do you 1 want you to be my wife; for 1 love you with a love that’s a lasting love and that separation cannot alter. Can you love me that way darling?” “Steve you know me to be a poor dependent girl and of unknown family”, she spoke frankly now and looked straight into his eyes. “You must not speak of marrying me.” With this she rose from her seat beside him. She felt that she did not wish to deceive him, and also wanted to know if his love would be the same for her, knowing this. But he drew her back beside him, “1 am not afraid of what your family was, my Meg, and as for you being dependent and poor, I love you the more because of it. Answer me, Maurice wont you marry me?” ‘ Steve dear, I would not answer that without my Uncle Ben’s consent; I have promised him. He will come hack next spring; you come again then, then we’ll talk again together.” He kissed her tenderly upon that, and again when he said good-bye. He begged to come again, but she would not consent until her uncle should sanction the engagement, but letters were now sent often. Winter wore on; and finally the most daring trees were sending out their first tender buds. Uncle Ben now wrote his good fortune. Beneath the oak where Old Sam had placed it, he found the treasure in good condition, two thousand five hundred dollars in there. Having made Mr. Lacy a gift of the five hundred, he was coming home in May. The days and weeks seemed ages for Maurice until that happy time when she should again see those two whom she loved, Uncle Ben and Steve. Many hours she spent in her little garden which was beginning to repay her by bursting forth into the brightest profusion of loveliness. Its chattering birds, pebbled walks, and flowery fragrance created a bit of paradise. Late in May Uncle Ben arrived, and on the afternoon of the same day a big black green car stopped in front of the gate. The evening sun’s rays fell upon three happy forms seated in a little garden among the flowers. On one side sat Uncle Ben, his cherry face radiant with joy; and between his two hands he caressingly held the hand of a happy face girl. The anxiety and waiting of the past year had changed her childish face to that of serious young womanhood. But her thoughtful brown eyes were now lighted up by the love that her heart felt, and her checks were all aglow for on the other side of her sat Steve Burk, whose devouring eyes smiled tenderly into hers. His arm had been slipped about her. Uncle Ben had just said that the two thousand dollars should be his wedding present for them. And as the evening dust and dew is falling upon that southern garden, sending the greater fragancc of its blossoms into the latent summer air, and the birds in the big magnolia start up their evening carols, Uncle Ben’s faded blue eyes were filled with tears. Thinking of forty years ago when strong and hopeful like Steven he made a betrothal—one to be broken. 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