Harpeth Hall School - Milestones Iris Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

Text from Pages 1 - 112 of the 1898 volume:

I - n c WARD SEMINARY. TOr. iohn Jlicll Bteutax, ©ur Esteemed President and Friend, This Bfloak is jDcdtcntrd. MR. JOHN DIELL BLANTON. Board of Directors Gen. G. P. Thruston, President, President State Insurance Company. Mr. J. B. O ' Brvan, Secretary, O ' Bryau Bros., Wholesale Dry Goods. Mr. C. A. R. Thompson, Thompson Kelly. DR. W. G. Ewing, Secretary Medical Department University of Na Cor,. Baxter Smith, Attorney at Law. Rev. B. M. Palmer, D. D., New Orleans, La. Rev. J. H. McNeilly, D. D., Glen Leven Church, Nashville. Teuu. Rev. J. F. Cannon, D. D., Grand Avenue Church. St. Louis, Mo. Rev. E. A. Ramsey, D. D., Memphis, Tenn. Rev. J. W. LUPTON, D. D., Clarksville, Tenn. Rev. R. C. Reed, D. D., Woodland Avenue Church, Nashville, Tenn Mr. John Hill Eakin, Cashier Union Bank and Trust Company. Mr. Henry Sperry, Capitalist. Mr. C. B. Wallace, Principal University School. Dr. J. D. Plunket, President State Board of Health of Ter Advisory Board J. M. Safford, Ph. D., Natural History and Geology, Vanderbilt Universit; Rev. J. I. Vance, D. D., First Presbyterian Church, Nashville, Tenn. Rev. Angus McDonald, D. D., Moore Memorial Church, Nashville, Tenn. William H. Payne, Ph. D., LL.D., Chancellor of the University of Nashville, and President Peabody Normal College, Nashville, Tenc Rev. J. H. Bryson, D. D., Huntsville, Ala. Rev. J. W. Bachman, D. D., Chattanooga, Tenn. •k ' Vy faculty Mr. J. D. Blaxtox, President, Mathematics. Miss Bell J. Jennings. Principal School Department ; History. Miss Mary C. Agnew, Principal Home Department ; Rhetoric and Hi: Miss Charlotte Moore, English Language and Literature. Psychology and Ethics. Miss Mattie A. Hopkins, Grammar. History and Mathematics. Miss Dora Johnson, Latin. Greek, and Classical History. Miss Florence R. Keiser, Natural Sciences. Mlle. Claire A. Georgsox, French and German. Miss Musa McDonald, Primary Department. Miss Margaretta K. Williams, Kindergarten Department. Miss Annie D. Lindsley, Assistant in Kindergarten. Mr. John Bradshaw Longman, Art Department. Mrs. Fannie May ' Longman. Art Department. Miss L. C. Caldwell, Piano and Harmony. Mrs. Lulie Randle, Piano, Organ and Musical History. Miss Sarah E. McIlwaine, Piano and Musical History. Mr. Charles Wanzer Starr, Voice Culture. Miss Henrietta Wessel, Harp. Mr. W. F. Allen, Banjo, Guitar and Mandolin. Miss Mamie E. Geary, Violin. Mr. Leon Miller, Violoncello. Miss Gertrude McMillan, Elocution and Delsarte. Miss Emma Bloomstein, Physical Culture. Mr. E. K. Davis, Penmanship. Draughon ' s Business College, Stenography and Typewriting. Miss Mary Duncan, Embroidery. Mrs. M. H. Lewis, Dressmaking— Drafting, Cutting, Fitting Mrs. B. P. Martin, Matron and Housekeeper. Miss Nettie Handlev, Assistant Housekeeper. Mr. John D. Wilktns, Bookkeeper and Treasurer. Ward ARD SEMINARY, the Alma Mater of the majority of Nashville ' s accomplished women, and the school home of her daughters still, was founded in 1865 by Dr. William E. Ward. For twenty-two years, under his excellent and unobtrusive management, the school progressed, standing firmly against the Durm und Drang of the after-war depression, until it stood first among the schools of Nashville. This time-honored position it still holds, though its founder has long since departed. In 1891 it was purchased by the Presbyterian Cooperative Association of Nashville, and though in the hands of this church still, it is not sectarian. In 1892 the services of Mr. J. D. Blanton, of Virginia, were secured as President. He is a capable, Christian gentleman, whose sustained efforts to raise the school in curriculum and standing have not been in vain. Ward Seminary has no money endowment, but its successful history of more than a quarter of a century, its independence of character, its memories and associations, its warm support from hundreds of graduates all over the land, constitute for it an endowment far better than money. Within its walls, surrounded by refinement and Christian culture, young ladies may find an excellent impetus to a full and well-rounded life. The Vagabond THE START He starts in the morning, clean and neat, When his bright eyes sparkle, and his smile is sweet. He wears a white waist, and a jacket of blue, With a cap like a sailor ' s, nobby and new. In one hand he carries a sword of wood, In the other a sling, with pebbles good. He runs toward the meadow, to meet his foe, But what will befall him ? and where will he eo ? THE RETURN J He returns at noon no longer neat, With no shoes nor socks on his sun-burned feet, His waist is stained with strawberry gore, And the jacket is torn which he throws to the floor. His sword is broken up to the hilt ; His sling is lost, his pebbles spilt. His foe was a turkey, his spoil a feather. Which he stuck in his hat, then lost both together. I said, Your Sunday clothes I must mend, For brother has no clothes to lend. You must go to bed till you ' ve clothes to wear. He merely answered, And do I care? — Garnet Noel. Peach Blossoms ■j - _ ur d V y 50SI 0FI730 |a« ' -e x d fc r , Pndl c- e will of Go J, J ejl- loel d e i- i freei ng f r plj— TV ai7cl ffl| T oe . The fair October sun has set, And the clouds of purple grays, All mixed with scarlet, blue and gold, Lie heaped in a fading maze. A while the dim and twilight world Seems lost in a golden haze. Twilight But the bright red clouds are changing fast, And the blue has turned to gray ; While the mist of soft and yellow gold Is faded in the dusk away ; For high in the clouds hangs the Evening Star To tell of the death of day. The clucking fowls and turkey of bronze Have wandered off in search Of a pleasant spot to spend the night, Then flown to their lofty perch, Where the yellow leaves of a maple tree Twine in with the red of a birch. The fire-flies leave the dewy grass, The moon comes o ' er the hill ; The Katydids and locusts sing, The sleeping flowers alone are still ; And hearts praise God for all fair things Created by His will ! Garnet Noel. ft fr 7-° fc«i. i fe O ' er fyc cljurclj w er-e flye Purltonj t - « _ |nd ojten |ook 5 w ; t y „ dr qu— T e- rtt 12 _ uy r.«l ; o  r- ICti,. vo..d, 7 « V c ld ' bl -, V -ia — nd f e - isW cct m.gtt- . 7 d i j Jly ■3- ' - ' «; ' 7 y « pa-Tr r. , fl _d. „ fUhe n s 1 +- ,o 7 7 ; s l.fc_ bt4. flhd wa,d f h c. n ,onq -tU flo«.h — I ■ ' ' H f e +,VeJof + r„; j ,-rtl i «ir 7 ' TV C.U rjo.tb v-; 7 J tnr cl. B Jj . -T .-3i. 7 c( _ . ., I; )0? ,y Mfef !].! hi 1 11 d« ?p, fje d. 1 e  v,-k, tyat {,«, fycy H. ' TE ' ' - 1 ' 1 , V 1 ) T ' 1 ' f ' 01 7 ; + ° J ° Lines to a Picture I Tender Memories ) J Tender lines, so faithfully drawn — The bowed white head, the simple cap, The shawl of black, whose simple folds About her trembling shoulders wrap. IV. Her trembling fingers tightly clasp A little shoe, a golden curl ; How green the grass that years has grown On the grave of grandma ' s baby girl. II. The weary head rests on her hand, The gathering tears are falling fast, And crowding round with gentle tread Come memories of the past. Some small black trousers, proudly worn By Little Jack, her lovely boy; The small gray coat, the velvet cap, His tiny shirt, the broken toy. Her bridal wreath of flowers gay, Now yellow, torn and aged ; The wedding ring and veil of white, The bracelet worn when first engaged. VI. Husband, children, all are gone, Resting in the arms of God, And only tender memories left Of those that sleep beneath the sod. Garnet Noel. iLD EPH went up in a balloon, and this is what his companion heard him say: Great scott ! chilluns, I tell you I wus powerful anxious to git in dis ' ere consarn, but, laws-a- me! I ' se gitting still more anxious to be back down dar to home. It ' peared to me, ' fore I git in, dat I could see y-ou ' ns walking ' bout down dar wid yo ' mammy, but shoo! can ' t see nuthin ' but de forg. I ' minds mysel ' of dat fedder which yo ' know ' d to come outer our ole black ' ooster ' s back dat windv day, an ' it flewed ' way up in de air, an ' nebber wus seen no more; but laws, chillun, I mustn ' t be a talkin ' so solium, kase I hopes dat dis ' ere black fedder of a nigger in dis ' ere bulloon will soon git back down dar. I consumplate dat de corn crap will be puny while dis yere forg lasts. I ' se powerful glad mammy put in my overcoat, fur sometimes I feels like we ' d done tuck an ' got hainged up in de nawth, an ' den, agin, I feels like I wus in spittin ' distance of de sun. Nebber mind, y ' u all be peart a helpin ' yo ' mammy: an ' pap will soon be to home. I ' se ' srinnin ' to feel my rheumatiz in mv laigs, an ' I wishes mightily fur de goose grease. Well, I ' 11 be blessed! If dis here air horse ain ' t a goin ' back down thro ' de air like a bullet. O little ehilluns, how my haid is a swimmin ' . I feels like I did dat day when I stole too much of mammy ' s wine outer de chist. O sweet ehilluns, I knows I is gwine to die, fur my haid is done gone plum destracted ! O good Gawd! honnies, if yo ' pap ain ' t a gwine down into de sea. Oh, if de good Marster would jest save this pore ign ' rint nigger till de corn crap is laid by, so Marindy an ' de chillun won ' t starve. O honnies, yo ' pap ' s in a critical condition. O please, good Marster, tell dis yere hornet of a balloon not to take me down into de sea, but save dis pore critter jest dis time. De next thing you knowed, I ' 11 be gwine down into de water jest like a big black bottle, wid de same gurgling noise an ' all. But somehow, little ehilluns, a big wind has done tuck an ' sot me squar ' down in my own cornfield, an ' I knows Marindy will never know me, fur I ' se done thanked de Lord till I ain ' t nuthin ' but skin an ' bones. Louise Wright. Life and Love Though this life were but a vapor, Though some say ' tis but a dream, ' Tis best that we ' d remember Thiugs are never what they seem. Now will you calmly listen, While I tell in words of woe, That I love you even more Than I did long years ago. Tell me not that I am fickle ; Tell me not that I ' m untrue ; For these words fall like arrows, Piercing my heart through and through. Hark ! What words are those you utter? Do vou mean them, one and all ? Do not cause my hopes to rise thus, Then so suddenly to fall. O why must words be spoken. That have me to believe That you were true and I was false, I, the one, who did deceive? Did you say that you still loved me, That your heart remained so true, That though I had broken promise You love me now as I do you ? Then will life not be a struggle, And a year will seem a day, For I ' ll love you all the better After having strayed away. Snowflakes -, Down, down, the snowflakes come, Silently one by one, Drifting to us nearer, nearer ; First a speck, then getting clearer, Then in forms so light. They fall into earth ' s arms so white And are lost forever more. Thus it is our lives are done, Silently one by one ; They drift onward, near, quite near, To eternity ' s sea so drear, And with a sigh, a farewell motion, Roll into that dark ocean Which we call death. As the snowflakes drop with lightness Into a streamlet, with all its brightness, Just so our friends will leave us — ' Those we love and those who love us ; Seeing their journey on earth completed, The} ' silently slip away. May our lives be a garland pure, That our home in heaven be sure. In the weaving of our garlands, May many real buds be entwined, Which, after we leave earth no more to roam, Wil l bloom forever in our heavenly home. Louise Wright. The Modern Matrimonial Mart -G c Love i. When all the world was very young, And all the stars of morning sung, For every joy of love, that hung In Heaven above, Then lads and lassies loved right well. And had no other tale to tell, Then love began with a little 1 ; That was love. II. And when the world was sad and sear, When rniud became the heart ' s compeer, And peopled all this hollow sphere And skies above With little gods, as poets tell, Who cast the dust or wove a spell, Then love began with a capital L ; That was love. III. And now the world is half decay ' d, And hearts and minds are things of trade, And girls, when marriages are made, Think wealth above All sense and sentiment, and sell Or buy sweet lives for gold, the spell Of love begins with a sterling £, That is love. Jerusalem Lo, by yon western wall is heard Lamenting sad and low, For aching hearts, with hope deferred, Wept there in evening ' s glow. ' O city lost! in woe, sin-tossed! Jerusalem ! OW often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her brood under her wing, and ye would not, O Jerusalem. Fast pinnacled on Pisgah ' s heights, In Siloa ' s waters bathed, Where as of old the morning lights Break slowly o ' er the wave, In far off lands, a city stands — Jerusalem ! Child-home of Christ in distance near, A city loved by him, Where lepers came for healing dear Of wit hered hand and limb. Bethesda ' s flood made clean their blood — Jerusalem ! Where Christ, the God-man, moved and slept A heathen monarch reigns; A city o ' er which Christ has wept The Sultan holds in chains. O blood-stained spot, Creation ' s blot! Jerusalem! Hear ye the cry from Him above — From Him, the Sufferer ! My city fair; my darling, love ! Will ye not go to her? ' ' In heathens ' hands, deserted stands Jerusalem ! My Music eO ES, we went down to Nashville towu, To hear them big folks play That do piarmies an ' organs brown — Are artists, so the} ' sa} We heard ' era, yes, and must confess Their fingers ' er mighty spry ; •i And once, ' twas soft and low ; I jess Sure enough had to cry. But mostly ' twas so wild and loud I had to hold my ears; Yes, right there in that great big crowd, And they just whooped with cheers! ' Bout ic, anyhow, I ' m right queer ; I don ' t like them grand things. When mandolins twang, well, I fear, I can ' t think of angels ' wings! And I jes set here in the dark And listen hour by hour ; A fiddle sometimes brings me round, A playin ' old time airs ; It makes me think of Big John ' s ground, An ' danciu ' ' t country fairs. And guitars always makes me think Of Little Em and June, Us a-driviu ' the cattle down to drink, And bringin ' ' em back too soon. But even that, and all them things, Are out, way out of sight, When my old Jim pulls banjo strings, Out thar in the moonlight. That nigger Jim, he sets out thar A playin ' tum-de-tum, Till cats and dogs and chickens clar Surround him one by one. And when I wake I always find That nigger Jim has stopped. William J. Bryan. Lincoln, Nebraska. May 18, 1897. To the 62 Young Ladies who voted for me at the Election held in the Seminary on November 3, 1896. Ladies: I am now trying to catch up with the telegrams and let- ters received Just before and after the election, and find your message of November 4th, stating that the vote in your Seminary was 62 for myself, 27 for McKinley and 2 for Palmer. I write at this late date to express my appreciation of the very large majority which your school gave me. If we could have confined the election to your Seminary I would now be in a position to sign a free coinage bill. I hope that the intellectual discipline which you have acquired in the school will enable you to make proselytes to bimetallism between now and 1900. Yours very truly, RTEN Our Children Out in the meadow, bright, bright, bright, Close by the clovers, red and white ; With a heart of gold and a fringe of snow, And there ' s where the dear little daisies arrow. ' Out in the valley, deep, deep, deep, Where little sunbeams wink and peep; Under the grasses hiding low, And there ' s where the sweet little violets grow. ' Upon the hillside, high, high, high, Peeping out at the bright, blue sky ; Where the wee birdies sing and the breezes blow, And there ' s where the dear little Forget-me-nots grow. ' ISf 2T iJOK- ' J! Kindergarten Department Kontmt lasst uns unsern Kindeni leben. The Kindergarten is a child garden, named by Froebel, the founder of it. How truly the words, child garden, picture the nature of the Kindergarten; for is it not a garden where the children should grow naturally, as plants, having their all-sidedness developed, and laying the corner-stones that will be guide-posts through all their future mental, moral and physical lives ; a place where the early buds of patience, purity and love for all spiritual things should be watched and cultivated and entwined into a garland that will bloom into grain which the Angel Truth shall garner, binding the golden grain into sheaves for the Angel of Resurrection, casting out the cheat? The Kindergarten is not a place where a great many facts are probed or stamped as indelibly into the minds and hearts of the children as we mark our initials on linen; but it is the place where their mental, moral and phj-sical natures are developed ; where things are understood, not as memorized axioms, but where things are learned from the child ' s own observation and experience. It is a place where the germs of knowledge are to be gained more as ideas than facts ; a garden where the true gardener prunes or cultivates according to the nature of the plant ; a garden where the gardener is ever watchful, ever careful, lest some destroying insect gnaw into the heart of the tender bud, thus blasting the hope that the tender petals might, at the time appointed by Nature, gracefully unfurl and bloom forth into a beautiful flower, casting out a rich perfume to all that come in contact with it ; a garden where the gardener is ever patient, ever willing to help some little one along the path of childhood, where shadows gather, casting darkness over snares into which they blindly stumble ; where the sun, mingling with the shadows, casts little checks over the path, which joy is sunshine, hate is shadow. Life is checkered shade and sunshine ; When streamlet, wood and dale Pay homage to Dame Nature ; When the robin ' s call is heard, When the bluebird ' s nest is seen ; When little chickens, soft and fluffy, Scratch busily in the sun. Songs of summer, still and sunny ; Songs of autumn, bright and golden, When the leaves so gently fall ; When the golden grain is garnered ; ' When de frost is on de pumpkin, An ' de fodder ' s in de stack ; When Nature offers her children as a sacrifice to God ; When Summer lifts her robes of red and golden, And like a dream or fancy glides away. ' How through each familiar path she lingers, Serenely smiling through the golden mist, Tinting the wild grape with her dewy fingers, Till the cool emerald turns to amethyst. Now with peas so nicely softened, And with wires so bright and shiny, They can make some tiny furniture or geometrical figures. Now with clay they work together, Making cups, making saucers, Making fruits or making vases. As their clay is soft and pliant, Growing into earthen vessels, Showing skill of touch in handling, Making things of beauty, sometimes, Or things ugly or disfigured, According to the touch the} give it ; So their souls are early moulded Iuto good or into evil, By the touch our hands bestow ; Often marred, disfigured, ruined, By the want of early touching. Luncheon time has now come, And, tired and hungry, too, The} ' gather ' round the tables ; The appointed housekeeper rises, smiling, Giving lunch to each and all. Then, with their hands clasped together, And heads bowed meek and low, They repeat their childish thanks, Thanking God for all His goodness ; All the showers of His mercy ; All the blessings and the love He bears for them. So the Kindergarten hour is ended, The children march out together, Bright and harpy, young and earnest. A little boy with long, white curls, was sitting in his father ' s lap talking to him, when his father said, Son, do you say bad words? The little fellow immediately began to swing his feet and said: Papa, why don ' t you cut some of these trees out of this yard? I am not talking about the trees; but, son, do you say bad words? Now, papa, you are fixing to whip me. No, sou, I won ' t whip you if you tell papa the truth. Do you say bad words? Q Yes, sir, replied the child. i What do you say, son? W2 I says ' hang it. ' Jj ' Well, son, what makes you say that ? ' ' Well, papa, when de chicken pecks bread out of my hand. Well, son, do you eyer say anything worse than ' hang it ' ? Now, papa, j ' ou ' re fixing to beat me. No, son, papa won ' t whip you if you tell him the truth. Do you say anything worse than ' hang it ' ? Yes, sir, came the meek reply. Well, what do you say? asked the father. I says ' dog-gone it. ' Well, son, I am shocked. What makes you say such naughty words? Well, papa, wen de chicken just keeps on pecking bread out of my hand. Where do you learn such ugly words? asked the father. From Tommy Grace? Yes, papa, (sobs) an ' Tommy Grace is going to be the ruin of me yet. Well, my son, asked a lady of a little boy, how old are you? Four years old, answered the child. How long haye you been wearing pants? asked the lady. Seventy years, answered the boy. jt Mamma, what makes me have de chicken pecks? I ain ' t been playing with no chickens. jt A little girl, after looking at some blooming pansies planted in a box in the window, came running back and said, O mamma, you fought you planted fowers, but they ' ve come up a whole nest of butterflies. 36 S1 A ! T ¥LQELTA SI MA 50ff 05 Organized, J 894 COLORS— Baby blue and royal purple. Flower — Violet. YELL — Delta Sigma ! Delta Sigma ! Maizette ! Maizette ! Dixie, Dixie, Dixie, Dixie ! Dum vivimus, vivamus ! Roll, ' 96- ' 97 Sarah Williams AyenT, Murfreesboro, Tenn. Katherine Randolph Bigby, Atlanta, Ga. Rena Cecelia Birk, Owensboro, Ky. Alyce Latimer Baughman, Danville, Ky. Clarise Elizabeth Baughman, Danville, Ky. Donnie LEE Carter, Fort Worth, Texas. Eula LEE Dentin, Gainesville, Florida. Luzanne Houston Hall, Maysville, Ky. Caroline Richardson Logan, Monroe, La. Minnie Richardson Logan, Monroe, La. Mae Lou MacMullen, Knoxville, Tenn. JeaneTTE Elizabeth Nelson, Monroe, La. Lily Belle Nelson, Murfreesboro, Tenn. Ora Ott Nelson, Versailles, Ky. Flora White Rodgers, Knoxville, Tenn. Rozannah Jackson Rodgers, Knoxville, Tenn. Myrtle Ivie Skeen, Bellbuckle, Tenn. Lyda Dickinson Sneed, Knoxville, Tenn. Eloise Pearl Spencer, Fort Worth, Texas. Marie Louise Stanley, Augusta, Ark. Jennie May Walker, Fort Worth, Texas. Mary Branham Young, Memphis, Tenn. Sorores in Urbe Martha Lanier Scruggs. Mrs. W. F. Allen. fi: ZOE L. CRAVENS, BESS TOWNSEND, . President. . . Vice President. MAYRE RAMSAUR, . ■ Organized, 1897 Ha! ha! ha! Rah ! rah ! rah ! Fiddlesticks ! Fiddlesticks ! D. Q. R. LUCILE MORTON, . NELLE WILSON, . Sergeant-at-Arms. Secretary. Treasurer. Members ZOE LOUISE CRAVENS, Missouri. FANNIE ORDWAY, Tennessee. BONNYE DUNLAVY, Texas. MAYRE ELIZABETH RAMSAUR, Arkansas. MARIE LORAINE MATTHEWS, Arkansas. LENA STOVALL, Tennessee. MARY HUME LINDSAY, Louisiana. BESS TOWNSEND, Missouri. LUCILE MORTON, Virginia. NELLE MOORE WILSON, Mississippi. ETHYL MORRISON, Tennessee. CLUB TABLE Favorite Exi Occupation. Cravens, . Judy, ■ . Townsend, Frenchy, . Morton, Major, Wilson, . . Freaky, . DUNI.AVY, . Barney, . Morrison, . Fidd, . . Lindsay, Bob, . . . Matthews, Cholly, . . Ordway, I nd if., . . Ramsaur, . Ram, . . Stoyall, ' ' Gibson , ' ' It ' s the last of pea-tirne, .... We have Latin to burn, Yes — ah! Con-sider the lilies ! I should lay down and die, . . . But ain ' t it the truth, O Thomas! I see your finish, It ' s a matter of supreme indifference, Well, I should kiss a pig, .... Gee Mun! Puffing girls ' hair, Reciting, Setting alarm clock for 6:50 a.m. Has none, Wearing diamonds, Fiddling, Going to Christian Endeavor, Diking up Translating Ca:sar Giving lessons in kissing, . . White-washiner fences, .... Hair dresser. Reader and impersonator. Rip Van Winkle II. Another foolish virgin. Wife of a pawnbroker. Arkansas Traveler. Female preacher. Society woman. Interpreter. Old Maid. Sign-board painter. JENNIE MAY WALKER, President. KATHERINE R. BIGBY, Corresponding Secretary. CARRIE LOGAN, Assistant Corresponding Secretary. PIERRE COLEMAN. MYRTLE SKEEN. Sorores in Facilitate. ' In the spring a young man ' s fancy Lightly turns on thoughts of love. For CUist and ibe C j PLEDGE Trusting in the Lord Jesus Christ for strength, I promise Him that I will strive to do whatever He would like to have me do; that I will make it the rule of my life to pray and to read the Bible every day, and to support my own church in every way, espe- cially by attending all her regular Sunday and midweek services, unless prevented by some reason which I can conscientiously give to mv Saviour ; and that, just so far as I know how, throughout in} ' whole life, I will endeavor to lead a Christian life. ■J- ADA BLAIR, President. ELIZA COFFEE, Vice President. Officers BESSIE BLAKER, Recording Secretary. MUSA MCDONALD, Corresponding Secretary. Lookout. MISS HOPKINS, DONNIE LEE CARTER, PIERRE COLEMAN. Committees Prayer Meeting. musa Mcdonald, katie reed, eugenia griffith. Social. MRS. J. D. BLANTON, MYRTLE SKEEN, HELENE LAMKIN. The first Christian Endeavor Society was organized in Portland, Maine, February 2, 1S80, by Rev. Francis E. Clark, are now over two million members, representing all churches and lands. a i- ' V. B HATTIE BRATTON, ADA BLAIR, MAGGIE SUTTON, ANNIE BINKLEY, Tennessee. Tennessee. Tennessee. Texas. Junior Class of 1897 Officers President, . ELOISE PEARL SPENCER, Texas. Secretary, . . . . RUTH PARK, Kentucky. Treasurer, PIERRE COLEMAN, Tennessee. Members SARA WILLIAMS AVENT, Tennessee. MAUDE BLANCHE -BAKER, Texas. DONNIE LEE CARTER. Texas. PIERRE ALLEN COLEMAN, Tennessee. MARY DUXLAP, Louisiana. MARY ELIZABETH FRIERSON, Tennessee. EUGENIA ZILPA GRIFFITH, Kentucky. CAROLINE RICHARDSON LOGAN, Louisiana. ETHEL MATTHEWS, Tennessee. PARALLEE McLESTER, Tennessee. LUCY HENRY MORTON, Virginia. ORA OTT NELSON, Kentucky. RUTH PARK, Kentucky. LUCIE ANNIE SCALES, Mississippi. MYRTLE IVIE SKEEN, Tennessee. ELOISE PEARL SPENCER, Texas. LILY HOUSTON WATKINS, Tennessee. ALICE WILSON, Tennessee. Hobble, gobble, waddle, waddle, Siz, quack, bah ! Ward ' s ducks, Ward ' s ducks, ' Rah! ' Rah ! ' Rah! Team ■ Louise Jackson, Daisy Ezell. Louise Bransford. Donnie Lee Carter. Substitutes Helene Lajikin. Captain. Clara Elliot. Lillian Acheson. ElIJIA Tinnin. Cornelia Montgomery. Colors — Scarlet and white. Yell 2 — Ward ' s ducks, Ward ' s ducks, Sis, boom, bah ! Put it in ; do it again. Rah! Rah! Rah! , Games Played Ward vs. Normal, 4 — 3 Ward vs. V. U. Co-eds, o — 2 : « Yell 3 — Hippety huss ! Hippety huss ! What in the world the matter with us? Nothing at all, nothing at all — We are the girls who play basket ball. Basket Ball Dilemmas In ' 96 aiid ' 97 the Ward girls declared That they would in the sports be better prepared. Of literature, chemistry and math, we had plenty of lore, But in basket ball and such we needed a lots more. We resolved to indulge in 110 kicks at all ; The coach taught us rules, word for word — To play nothing but straight-out basket ball. Please find something we hadn ' t heard. Hands and tact were all that was needed — There was at last coaches a splendid seven ; With these all victories to us would be ceded. We were sure we could play our way even to heaven. Soon a challenge from far off Normal came — For our champions this was indeed a lucky game. Our girls played with a victor ' s pride, And not one single foul did we hide. Our first — our greatest victorious time — So, with happy hearts, to the V. U. went we, Naturally — don ' t you think? — should fall into rhyme. To play the Co-eds, in their highest glee. We felt that we were champions true, We saw at once that they could play, And over an} - game we could n ' t feel blue. And were doing extra fine that dav. But higher and higher our courage and balls rose — We thought we ' d win before the game could close. But still, at length our ball lay stone dead ; But this — sad fate — did n ' t enter the Co-eds ' head. Up went our ball to their basket high ; Up went from us a great big sigh. Back— Put her off! our Captain loudly cried, And she did — but off on the other side. We surely said that was foul, And from this they raised a frightful howl. The point to the referee was given ; He for a while his answer deferred. At last — because he could n ' t resist — He said they ' d made a pretty hard hit ; And we — because we could n ' t desist — Raised a charming chorus of — nit ! Ward Hymn ¥¥ We, thy children, sing thy praise, Dear Ward with song we come ; With joy we hail the old-time halls, Wherein we ' ve found a home. Sing a song, ye merry girls, Sing ye girls of Ward ; Thro ' out the wide land let it ring, One grand harmonic chord. Thy classic walls surround us, Historic, gray and old ; Thy mystic halls, thy class-rooms dear, Full many a tale unfold. May peace and joy attend thee, Long may thy virtues shine ; And never may oblivion ' s night Dim this fair name of thine. To Chopin O thou sublimest Muse, In thine art without a peer, Tis in sincerest love These lines are inscribed here. May it not seem presumptious For one so shallow To address this to thee, Whom all men hallow. Thy life, indeed, was full of sorrow ; But such is life To those who strive Not to exist, but to live. Oh, couldst thou but know What peace thou hast wrought In many a troubled, stormy heart ! We think ' twould please thee now to know What inspiration thou hast given, And we believe thine immortal melodies Were inspired by very- heaven. — L. F. 1-40 ' -5g E - PROF. W. F. ALLEN, Instructor. Mandolin Club Members ¥¥ ETHEL R. BRONSON, Tennessee. SUZANNE HALL, Kentucky. CARRIE MORRIS, Tennessee. ETHEL MORRISON, Tennessee. NELL WALLACE, Tennessee. ANNA BELLE HANLEY, Tennessee. BESSIE BAKER, Tennessee. LILLIAN ARMSTRONG, Tennessee. MISS WALLACE, Tennessee. MINNIE LOGAN, Louisiana. LILLY BELLE NELSON, Tennessee. MARY FRIERSON, Tennessee. LESSIE LANE, Tennessee. DOLLIE HAMILTON, Tennessee. EUGENIA GRIFFITH, Kentucky. MISS HANLEY, Tennessee. MISS MILLER, Tennessee. ° im WarcTs Ducks i. No doubt our rep is widely known All over Tennessee, For we are up to all the fun, And jolly as can be. II. We laugh and sing from morn till night, Our music is from Faust ; And College yells we sometimes give, I tell vou what, they ' re jouce ! With us the Johnny Bill is nit, ' Why cau ' t we speak to boys ? ' Tis cruel ! cruel ! yes it is, To deprive us of such joys. IV. If your opinion of us is good We ' ll welcome you with quack ; If not, it makes no more impress Than water on our back. V. ' Tis getting late, we must go to roost, Our health is not perennial ; So cluck, cluck, w-e ' ll say adieu, See you at the Centennial. Dudely — My deah fellaw, wheah ah you off to? Cholly — Since the Johnny Bill and the cigarette passed, Nashville has lost its chawm faw me, don cher know? Characteristic Speeches Our Faculty is mighty fine ; Each is worthy to define. Mr. Blanton, a glance on us he ' ll cast — Oh, I wish that Johnny Bill had passed. Miss Jennings, so tall and grand — All the girls that have talked, please stand. Miss Agnew, so stately, who talks very low — No, dearie ; no. Miss Moore, so intelligent, though not very thin — Are all the note books in? Miss Hopkins, so dear, but rather high strung — Girls, the light bell has rung. Miss Mcllwaine, small, but taller than Miss Hop — Girls, this noise must positively stop. Miss Johnson fusses like a Turk — Girls, have you learned that grammar work? Miss McDonald, so dear and clever — ' Dear, won ' t you read a verse at the Christian Endeavor? ' M ' lle, on her little high heels she ' ll dance — Oh, we never do that in France. Miss Caldwell, into chapel she ' ll go — Girls, don ' t sing so miserably slow. Mrs. Randle, good are all her traits — Girls, bring your money for that Schubert portrait. Miss Williams, though rather tall, always says sweetly Girls, I wouldn ' t do that. Mrs. Martin, who, with her dear little curls — You must come to the infirmary, girls. Miss Kieser, who is always to biz — Girls, tomorrow we ' 11 have a ' quiz. ' Mr. Allen, whose head is destitute of hair — Hello! ah, there! Mr. Starr, this is w T hat he ' ll say — Please sing do -re Miss McMillan, last but not least — Dear, will you never learn your piece? Lessons from a Polliwog They met on a summer ' s night, The stars were shining bright ; Ah, their love was true as steel, For they had written upon its sacred seal. For you I ' d lay down my life, Won ' t you consent to be my wife ! I ' 11 be a husband kind and true ; I swear, I love only you. He said, that her lovely face, Her subtle, charming grace, Were haunting him everywhere ! Of all creatures, she was most fair. Sir, I love you with all my heart, But, alas, we must part, For I am entirely too young to wed ; A pause then she said : I know you men too well, Having heard my mother tell How you would wed a graceful polliwog, Then desert her, when she grew into a stupid frog Moral. Now all you pretty girls, With rosy cheeks and curls, When a few years more You have proposals galore, Refuse all with womanly grace ; For men tire of a pretty face. C. B. i L_:. Three Cheers for Ward Seminary Three cheers for Ward Seminary, girls! And give them with a will, Until the echoes thunder back From ever} ' mighty hill. And give the cheers with all your hearts, For it is but her due ; For the hearts that wear the white and gold Are always brave and true. And when Commencement time shall come. And we be scattered wide, We ' 11 remember old Ward Seminary With a glow of honest pride ! We ' ll never forget the grand old place, ' Till death shall claim his due ; For the hearts that wear the white and gold Are always brave and true . Our Girl We see her at front windows, Her suit and hat are always blue, We see her on the street, And she has a jaunty air ; And against her will naught hinders, She flirts and smiles in a way most true, For away she runs quite fleet. While the teachers tear their hair. She thinks all things are jouee (From church spires down to a mouse) ; And all club men are desperately cute, And her wild fancy exactly suit. The V. U. boys are simply divine, Thinks our girl with mind so fine ; For them has winks and fun galore, And loves them just a wee bit more. She dotes on frat pins and candy, And makes her beaux quite handy ; For when in line the} ' walk behind her, She gives each one a gentle (?) reminder. Lots more sport for this duck ( the rah ), When at the age of tender twenty, Lots more festive youths to fool ; Of love she thinks she has a plenty, For the Johnny Bill has gone to the shucks ! ha ! ha ! To this poem an end must be lent, So she flirts on till the close of school. So our girl goes home— not sent. K. M. B. Fate of the Amateur Joker 8 PM- The dea ' girls asked me for a joke for the Annual. I ' 11 just dash them off a ' few. 12. o ' clock- to m J.A.M- «£__ OP- Editor-in-Chief. L 61 Chairman Committee on Illustrations. g u Business Manager. Chairman Committee on Music Chairman Committee on Literal, ■c f J£a - nte Anwe Bzvucon) national Bicycles Cead millinery novelties 411 Union Street at .jt NASHVILLE, TENN. W.G. A.J.THUSS Pbotograpnm NASHVILLE C. H. A. GERDING, 415-417 UNION ST. RESTAURANT -id ICE CREAM ORDERS FOR ICE CREAM AND CAKE WILL RECEIVE PROMPT ATTENTION No Distance is Great if you Ride the National DUNCAN R. DORRIS, Spruce St. near Church. 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With each recur found greater number study whicli will resu lifting above the leve begrimed negro-quart e in which is prepared tl ie food that is to The maid of todav lias for her delecta- tion, when fancy hears her kitchen- ward, the best of all the ages in the way of appliances for brushing aside the in prop, weinht durable burden. ■ ideal kitchen is er reliable Grand vhich we append 1, k. ' .-ll . ' ll ' llNl IT. hill lit. mill purchase of a foreign made stove left only the agent ' s commission at home; but now we throw down the gauntlet and defy competition both as to price ami to quality. Whenever the reader is in Nashville we will be proud to show an endless array of the products of the ingenuity of the nineteenth century for lightening and brightening the duties of the house- Haying determined to devote great care and attention to Art Goods and White China for decorating, we have prepared an Art Room that is simply superb in its electrical effects, to which all lovers of the artistic are cordially ited. In our White China Departm have inaugurated the courtesy o free of charge all pieces original ■ Xa h die delicacies. Iron by Freezers. V ■ sustained line Stove? i farms, lie- everything circles the for kitchei icreas. the room. Phillips $ Buttorff mtfl. €o. NASHVILLE, TENN. flEdDORS ™ 52N WE INVITE TOM TO CdLL 2£ SEE US ...riNE 5H2E5 FOR FINE FEET 306 UNION STREET, UF-TO-bflTE SHOES AT RIQHT PRICES .NASHVILLE. Ward Seminary buys of Specialties: Sorghum, Millet Seed Country Bacon M. E. DERRYBERRY CO. Telephone 102 Groceries Field Seeds. 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