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

Text from Pages 1 - 242 of the 1903 volume:

f ftv fi T=-  . JlsrlirHlimt Tn one xulrrr has iawgW its ta Iotje IIte bEsl tit yterafnrE anil in I,if e Tfl TOtss (Hftapmcm until riEEp rESCEEt and Irrgal ImiE uie dEriirafE Ttye fcis MISS ELIZABETH CHAPMAN Board of Directors Gates P. Thruston President A. G. xVdams Secretary W. G. Ewing, M.D. John Hill Eakin W. C. Collier, Henry Sperry Clarence B. Wallace J. D. Plunket, M.D., Lawrence G. O ' Bryan Executive Committee Gates P. Thruston A. G. Adai.:s .... Secretary Clarence B. Wallace W. G. Ewing, M.D. W. C. Collier President WARD SEMINARY Officers of Instruction and Government 1902-1903 J- J. D. BLANTON, LL.D President JOHN I. ARMSTRONG Secretary J. D. BLANTON Psychology, Pedagogy, Bible MARY L. McCLINTOCK Principal School Department; Sacred and Secular History ELIZABETH CHAPMAN Literature in English, Literary Study of the Bible CORA A. HARDY Greek, Rhetoric ANTOINETTE FLEURY French EMIL C. WILM German HELEN THACH Latin ELIZABETH J. PARKER Science MARTHA M. MANEY Mathematics MARTHA A. HOPKINS Grammar, History, Arithmetic mtjsa Mcdonald Principal Primar} ' Department Caroline Mcdonald Assistant Primary Department; Penmanship MARGARET M. CALDWELL Assistant Primar} ' Department JESSIE KILGORE WARDLAW Physical Culture IDA M. COX Elocution FANNIE MAY LONGMAN Art LULIE L. RANDLE Piano, Organ, History of Music ELIZABETH C. CALDWELL Piano, History of Music SARAH E. McILWAINE Piano SUSAN COSGROVE Piano CHARLES WANZER STARR Voice Culture, Chorus Singing . MARTHA L. SCRUGGS Voice Culture FREDERIC EMERSON FARRAR Harmony and Composition C. ROLAND FLICK Violin ANNA H. BLANTON Principal Home Department MARY P. CARTER Matron LEON H. VINCENT Lectures on Literature THE THE S3«««««««ssss««§«s«:«ss«€$;«««e« fa fa fa as fa « « fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa « fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa i fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa « fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa « « fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa m n ft 5 fa fa fa fa Girl Graduate 4T Is there anything that ' s sweeter, More appealing to the heart, Than a (linipl ' d, cooing infant? Nature charms us more than Art. Blooming skin that ' s smooth like velvet, Roguish eyes in merry glee, Kicking legs and clinging fingers — Nothing half so sweet can be. But — hold! — here comes a tiny maiden, Fresh and fair and winsome quite. Tripping on with dainty footsteps, Light and air} ' as a sprite; Behold her curls and hear her laughter, Making music as she goes. She ' s a charming little picture From her head to slipper ' d toes. Ah, I know a babe is charming, Little bud of human kind, And confess in ev ' ry maidlet Pleasure, joy, in each I find; But the charm of form and feature In another ' s just as true, While a dawning soul enraptures More than fleshly forms can do. Then all hail, sweet Senior maiden! Hail, fair type of human spring! Here to thee, a votive off ' ring, Mine bo uquets to thee I fling. Star-ey ' d hope for thee burns brighth - ; Fairy elves on thee await; All the world with thee rejoices; All is thine, fair graduate. D. R. S. Vjjcird. qir pas Wj? : ; V : Thoughts from the Sea (Written Sunday, May 81, as my Good-by to my girls on June, 3, 1903.) O LITTLE company of brave, true souls That with me have earnestly wrought for twice Two years and patiently have striv ' n to do My will e ' en in the face of darkness and Of doubt, we stand to-day beside the sea. I hear borne in upon the tide a call, The sound as of a bugle note that seems To waken in my soul a thrilling echo That fills my heart with yearning and desire To see that land across the sea and look Upon the face of Him who sends so clear This note that ever swells and fills the world Around with such a flood of harmony For those who hear that visions of a brave, New world swim in their sight, and so I go. Until we meet again upon the sea, Where you perchance will follow me, be strong And brave and true, and listen always for That bugle strain that calls to beauty, love, And life, and follow it till we renew Our fellowship where hearts and deeds are true. Yours, Elizabeth Chapman. AGNES BENNETT Lydia Languish LEONUKA BAILEY Juliet CECILS BRYAN Little Dorrit MARTHA BLFORD Dame Martha ROWENA CARTER Gwendolen Harleth MARTHA CAMPBELL ' ' Roweiia ' ' LOUISE CHESNUTT ' ' Sara Gamp ' ' NANNIE CRAIG Ellen Dousrlas FLORENCE GOODE Belinda AMELIA DUDLEY ' ' Cordelia ' ' JOHN MALONE Flora Maclvce LAURA MALONE ' ' Portia ' ' sallie mclean Grisekla ANNIE NE-IL ' LittU ' Marchioness ' MARY TOM ODIL Bet sj ' Trotwood CLARA PARK Dolly Varden BERTHA RAUSCHER ' ' lone ' ' FERMINK PRIDE ' ' Beck} ' Sharpe ' ' MABEL ROWELL ' ' Mrs. Jarley ' ' MARY SANDERS ' ' Katrina Van Tassel ' ■-- ' ■ LILLIAN SIMPSON ' ' Dolly Wintlirop ' ' GERTRUDE SOKOLOSKI ' ' Rebecca ' ' MARY SUMMEY ' ' Romola ' ' ■ VALERY TRUDEAU Mrs. Malaprop SADIE WARNER Monna Brisrida THESES 4-tev 6i ' winter of hdYcl worhr Qu do i , Je  «-p felted To -find i hat f)er pic fl re e f be mCjT 6amired ( o Hie b ' t ' iiioo TObe Senior fl ropbec canto r. ING, oh ye Muses, how by Zeus ' aid I, to the summit of Olympus came ; How Kronos ' son did to me favor show And, with his hand, did lift up from mine eyes That veil insignia of mortality. I saw far in the dim obscurity, That hanging o ' er the future, hides it well From the eager, questioning sight of humanity. Of what mine eyes beheld as I gazed thus, Oh sing, Calliope, ye Muses sing. Breathless and weary from my toilsome climb, I sat me down to rest, and turned mine eyes To where the marble turrets of a city Did rest upon the winding Arno ' s banks, A city built of marble, gleaming white, Where all was richness, beauty and delight. Thronging the streets with majestic step and slow Did countless numbers of fair women go. And all in students ' cap and gown were dressed Their faces bright with wisdom ' s holy light. And as I gazed thus, in perplexity, A voice I heard that spoke with winged words t 44 ' Why ponderest thou, in great bewilderment ? I turned: my soul did know her glorious name. Ail hail, Athene 1 Brighteyed Goddess, hail ! I pray thee whence these robed maidens come? Hath war ' s loud summons called the men away ? And who are they? Methinks that in my mind A faint feeling of recognition comes. ' And then she made harangue, with winged words i Oh mortal, these of whom thou askest me Have forsworn follies, the world, and men. To lift their sex into a higher plane. To set aside those strict conventional laws That claim their inferiority to man, This their vocation is, and here apart From all the world, they in communion live With nature, science and philosophy. Mine eyes she quickened then, and bade me look. I saw the most learned professors were Misses Park and Neil, I looked again. And in the train of students thronging there Were Misses Sanders, Simpson, and McLean, And further on the crowded thoroughfare Were Lillian Dearing and Louise Chesnutt. ip CANTO II. BEDESNT ever to that Spirit ' s will, I turned mine eyes unto another land ; A massive auditorium there I saw. Resplendent with a thousand gleaming lights, And softly to mine listening ears there came A plaintive strain, enchanting, low, and sweet ; And then a voice, whose magic reached my heart, A song did sing. The sweetness of that voice Had Martha Campbell so renowned made That half the world her praises loud did sing, While others praised the heaven-inspired tones Coming from Mademoiselle Carter ' s violin. Enchanted, fain would I have lingered here. But some strange power elsewhere drew my sight. A room I saw, in which were grouped about Great unhewn blocks of marble, statured forms. And the strange implements of sculptured art. And there two worked -with unabated zeal. To me, my quickened sight showed them to be Misses Summey and Rauscher, sculptors famed. And now methought I saw an eager crowd. That all impatient were trying to enter Into what, though I gazed, I could not see. To my Brighteyed Companion then I turned And query made, to which she answered thus I Oh, questioner, there is one unto whom The gods have gracious favor shown, and given Power to paint such pictures that all men In wonder gaze. For but a glimpse of one These people throng. I questioned who she was, And that wise goddess answered, Tom Odil. CANTO III ND now, methought I saw a theatre Where many came to see the famous stars Who there would play that night. Who has not heard Of Agnes Bennett, the tragedienne ? Of Cecile Bryan and Leonora Bailey, Who over all excelled in comedy? And as the orchestra did softly play, I looked among the spectators to see If anywhere was one familiar face. There Nannie Craig I saw, most richly dressed. The cynosure of every eye. I knew That In society she was the leader. The model of all fashion for New York. There in a box did Valery Trudeau sit Surrounded by a coterie of beaux. And yet none others in that throng I knew % So I did ask Athene, the Brighteyed, Of all the rest, whom long ago I knew, And she answered : Oh most impatient one. But wait and unto thee I will show all. Yet give thine ear unto me. There are two Who fain would live la single blessedness. What though the cruel world them spinsters call. And these, Bessie Whitman and John Malonc, Do bra vely stand the populace ' s jeers. And nobly advocate their woman ' s rights. And one who Laura Malone was, doth wear A widow ' s veil. Oh, sad and cruel fatel And now guided by this most shining one, I turned mine eyes unto a foreign land, A land of heathens and uncivilized. And Acre among them teaching repentance Was Mabel Rowell, who had now become A missionary ' s wife and she, through love. Not only gave her ever-ready help. But every Sunday sermons for him wrote, . Then to me spoke my guide, with winged words: There is another called Amelia Dudley Who to a civil engineer has been Lately married. So happy now are they That all the world they in each other find. CANTO IV. ND now methought I saw a castle tall. From which there shone a hundred gleaming lights So brilliant that they put the moon to rout. The evening air was heavy, faint and sweet With perfume of a myriad of flowers. And now methought I heard a voice, that sang A timid strain, while some one else did play Upon a harp. At first I thought that they Were only mendicants who throng the land. That hoped some alms to gain from the gay lords. Who thronging came unto my lady ' s ball. But, as the moonlight fell upon their forms, I saw that one was Gertrude Sokoloski, And that Florence Goode her companion was. And now that goddess caused me to see Into the palace ' s gorgeous salon So splendid that it seemed some magic wand Or fairy spell at random had played there. And there I saw but one familiar face. The wife of the Ambassador to France, Whom long ago I knew as Fermine Pride. Now why do these gay people silent grow? I looked, and then 1 heard a voice announce That the Duchess Roman! now had come I, as the others, waited silently. Until a woman entered, followed d Her maids-in-waiting and court attendants} And from the women ail so richly dressed Mine eye did wander till once more it found Her, whom they had Duchess Romani called. More splendidly attired than all the rest. With priceless jewels on her neck and arms. She stood there, the observed of all observers. Ah, could it be that this resplendent one, This one, before whose feet all Europe lay. Was once called Sadie Warner by us all? And yet I knew that this one must be she. That the Duchess and Sadie were the same. CANTO V. ND now I boldly asked that Brighteyed one To lift that veil still higher from mine eyes, And show what fate the future held for me. Not that, not that ! the goddess warning cried. But I still my request undaunted made. And now, methought, the lights did fade away, A frightful darkness covered all the land. The air was filled with ominous murmurings, The thunder spoke with angry threatening voice. The moon did hide herself behind a cloud. With trembling haste the stars put out their lights, A nameless horror,, born of the wild night, Did seize my very being, freeze my blood. I waited, as the wind in fitful gusts A requiem wailed for souls that went astray. And now the air was filled with darting gleams And now with shadows and great shapeless things. And then a voice, from whence I did not know : M From immemorial time it is decreed. That in the present only shall ye live. Not once, but twice, you ruthless set aside The primal laws that bind the universe. And tore away that dark and sacred veil. Behold the fate the future holds for thee I The thunder louder grew, a deafening peal, The lived lightening thrice did cross the sky. And then I saw a chasm opening wide, That deeper, wider and yet wider grew. Within I saw a river, sluggish, dark, • Winding between barren and dismal shores, A boat did slowly ply its weary way, Guided between the banks by ' one most old. For Charon could not drink the magic draught That gave perpetual youth to all the gods. And in the boat a gray clad figure sat, Holding the rudder with a whchlike hand. She turns, she lifts her head Oh woe is me ! Oh, shade of Socrates 1 it is myself. Martha. Stokes Buferd. I be 11 Am • 00 5 V_©UrT.no- He- - ' Davit op , how I nave looped lo te enfw ' ined in fK M Tbncl emb -S£g, Highest Ambitions Lillian Dearing: My highest ambition is to be an actress. Laura Malone: ' ' My highest ambition is to tie a pretty little beau. ' ' Nannie Craig: My highest ambition is to capture ' cute ' men. Mary Summey: My highest ambition is to be like Miss Chap- man. Leonora Bailey: My highest ambition is to see the point in a joke. Fermine Pride: My highest ambition is to answer the calls of a belle. Martha Campbell: My highest ambition is to know ' German ' history. John Malone: My highest ambition is to ring the gong at Ward Seminary. Mabel Potter: My highest ambition is to increase in knowledge, not in size. SalliE McLean: ' ' The height of my ambition is to show my mother my diploma. Florence Goode: My highest ambition is to be as popular as Mrs. Toney. Christine Caruthers: My highest ambition is to finish ' Faust ' before March. ValERY Trudeau: My highest ambition is to get that note from Miss Chapman. Gertrude Sokoloski: My greatest ambition in life is to over- come my timidity. Louise Chesnutt: My highest ambition is to be a nice, sweet- tempered old maid. Rowena Carter: My highest ambition is to be a good old maid and a literary genius. Mary O ' Die: My highest ambition is to get married, should a a good chance present itself. Clara Park: My highest ambition is to occupy Miss Chapman ' s chair in Literature at Ward. BERTHA Rauscher: My highest ambition is to escape the trials and tribulations of an old maid. Sadie Warner and Martha BuFord: Our highest ambition at present is to get ' The Iris ' to press. Laura Eeeiott: My highest ambition is to discover a screwing machine for the reduction of noses. Mary Sanders; My greatest ambition is to be able to carry on conversation without personal talk. Bessie Whitem an: My highest ambition is to write a book en- titled: ' The Disasters of School Days. ' Lieeian Simpson: My highest ambition is to be good, noble, and intelligent, and to do unto others as I would that they should do unto me. Senior Schedule seat, if 8:30 HE gong sounds twice. With undignified haste the Senior rushes into the chapel. Alas! It is to find;that she has com- mitted the awful crime of being- tardy. Already have the Christian soldiers begun their onward march. Conscious that she is the cynosure of disapproving eyes, she reaches her and in a few minutes the service is ended. 8:45-9:15 Our tongues, after an unusual pause of fifteen minutes, are relaxed, when suddenly, above the clatter, Miss McClintock is heard saying : Let us have quiet; the classes have not been dismissed. Slowly the time passes, and, with a sigh of relief, we hear the bells ring. 9:15-9:45 Nothing important. The Seniors gyrate hopelessly between The Ode on Immortality and the pyschological psychologist ' s con- ception of dualistic realism. At no other time can the bells toll such a dismal knell. 9 : 45 - 10 : 45— Psychology Although we know that the mind is the subject to be discussed, we have great doubts as to its existence ; yet when we enter the class room, to all appearances we have the wisdom of Socrates. N.B. — There is one other point besides the question whether ' Uni- versal ' exists in, before, or after the thing that we are ready to argue, and that is whether time has wing ' s or not. 10 : 45 - 11 : 45— Literature Scarcely are we seated when Miss Chapman informs us that we will have a few lines. The unfortunate one launches bravely forth. Two lines safely over, she falters on the third and forgets the word that be- gins the fourth. O, the rarity of Christian charity ! Her neighbor sits unresponsive to her mute signals of distress, and the next girl begins. 11:45-12 Recess ! 12-12:30 A present la Classe Francais recite. 12:30-1 Woe to the girl who talks this period! N.B. — Seniors found in the majority on the front seat. 1-1:30— History TEST QUESTIONS 1. When did Rome fall ? 2. Give the divisions of historv, with the dates. 1:30-2 There ' s an end to all things. FINIS WARD VAND RBHJT o- 36 c 1 Colors Flower Black and Gold Marechal Niel Rose Motto ' Onward ' OFFICERS MARGARET McDONALD President NELLIE MALONE FALL Vice President SHIRLEY CUMMINS Secretary ELIZABETH MURRAY . .... Treasurer ELIZABETH BUFORD ' ' Before you proceed any further, hear me speak. ADA QUARLES 1 ' Brevity is the soul of wit. NORA ARNOLD O, sovereign mistress of true melancholy! MABEL SCALES ' Shake off slumber and ANNIE KEITH Away with him; he speaks Latin ! BETTIE ARCHER True industry doth kin- dle honor ' s fire. ELISE MOORE ' ' Words, mere words, no matter from the heart. MABEL BRYAN I bear a charmed life. NELLIE FALL A light heart lives loii£ LUCIE CI. ARK Before her she carries MARGARET MCDONALD She ' ll not be hit by Cupid ' s arrow. LUCILE WILSON By heaven ! I do love ; and it hath taught me to rhyme and to be melan- choly. VIVA HARRISON Nothing butdeath shall e ' er divorce my dignity. MARY TUCKER Many a cheek looks passing fair because a mer- ry heart shines through. MARY HERBERT Thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose pos- session of the youth thou ownest. SUSIE SHELTON As prone to mischief, as able to perform it. CLARA HARGRAVE Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low — an excel- lent thing in woman. CAROLINE McRAE Sweet flowers are slow, but weedsevermakehaste. ' ' BELLE DAVIDSON B3 ' Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, an earthly para- gon. LOU ELLEN MILLARD Her looks do argue her replete with modesty. EULAH JONES Chaste and immaculate in every thought. MARY DAVENPORT A rarer spirit never did steer humanity. KATE PITTS What her heart thinks her tongue speaks. J MARY HICKS Did I not tell you she was innocent? ESTHER CARTER She looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. V MARGARETTE WADE There ' s meaning in thv PHILA DONELSON Masters, I am to dis- course wonders. ELISHA HARRISON Some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, mil- lions of mischief. ELIZABETH MURRAY She has all the royal makings of a queen. WILLIE B. JARRATT She uttereth piercing eloquence. MATTIE MAI DAVIS She ' s a most exquisite lady. DARDIS McDANIEL She will sing the savage- ness out of a bear. MARY ZENOR Lo, lo, lo, lo ! What modicums of wit she ut- ters ! ' ' MARIE COTTER Give me proofs of what you have alleged. MARY LILLY PRICE I shall despair! There is no creature loves me. NANNIE LEE TRIGG What I think I utter. Junior Class History AUSE but a moment and listen, O youth, so full of life! The way you have chosen you know not, for it is long and rough. Behold my gray hairs ! Do they not tell of years of toil? And yet I have not finished the journey. Once I, too, was young and entered the Primary Department. At first the way was pleasant; there were green meadows and flowers; but after six years I reached a wicket gate and entered. There — alas! — I renounced all, matinees and parties. On my shoulders was placed a burden that each day grew heavier and hea vier. Algebra, Mathematics, History, and Latin were added, one by one, until at last Csesar had been placed on my burden. That day was dark and cloudy, and I lost my way. My footing was uncertain, and before long I found my- self in the Slough of Despond. How long I stayed there I cannot tell; but there it was that I met a most fickle friend, Vain Confidence, who led me out of the slough only to desert me at the pass that led to the Valley of Humiliation. There each milestone was marked U and P. When I reached the end of this valley, I could see far off the Delectable Mountain, where my burden would roll away and my labors would be rewarded with a diploma. So, with renewed hope, I entered my Junior year. At the foot of the Hill of Difficulty, Chaucer and Spenser were added to my burden; and when I was weak and faint from my struggles with the Painim Knight, the Giant Despair seized me and hurried me on to the City 01 Destruction. The Delectable Mountain was fast fading from my sight. At the gate of the city I met a Red Cross Knight, clad in mighty armor, with silver shield, and bearing on his snow-white banner the word Determination. He slew the Giant Despair and led me safely past the Quicksands of Tests. There I met Hope, and together we journeyed across the Plain of Ease. All seemed bright now, and in the distance I could see once more the Delectable Mountain; but this was not to last, for I was soon misled by April Fool. With him I went into the Castle of Disobedience, and there I fell into the Dungeon of Punishment. I remained there a long time, but at last found the key called Promise, and with it unlocked the doors and gates which led to the Meadow of Privileges. Once more I regained the road to the Delectable Mountain; and, guided by Diligence and Experience, I reached the House Vacation, where I shall rest till that day when I shall begin the ascent of the Delectable Mountain, at the summit of which my burden will roll away. Elizabeth Stokes Bupord. The Wreck of the Test Us (With apologies to Longfellow.) It was the schooner Test Us That sailed the wintry sea ; And Miss Chapman had taken the Juniors To bear her company. Pale were their eyes, as the palest shade That ever by painter was made ; Wifh pencils and pads they went to their doom. O, brave were those Junior maids ! Miss Chapman — she stood and numbered us, With talc and the book in her hand ; And each girl got the questions That she did not understand. Then up and spake an old girl, Who had stood those tests before : ' Please, shall we write on both sides ? ' For she remembered not of yore. Each girl grew monstrous excited ; For she knew not where she would land, And she wrote at those terrible questions With a cold and shaking hand. Great drops of perspiration- Stood out on our brows like dew, As faster and faster the questions came And harder and harder they grew, Till, pleading for help from her neighbor And lost in the depth of despair, A new girl tied her long, brown braid Tight to the back of her chair. ' ' O, neighbor, I see a question ! O, what may the answer be? But the neighbor — she quoth : I do not know; It ' s a mystery to me. O, neighbor, when was Chaucer born ? Tell me !— O !— tell me the date! The neighbor told her in 1066. Ah, Fate ! Ah, treacherous Fate! ' O, neighbor, I hear a scribbling sound ! I think I must be faint. ' ' But the neighbor, bent on making E, Unheeded the complaint. And when at last the bells did ring- We tremble to tell you the sight — That girl was a raving maniac, And her hair was snowy white. And now, dear reader, we pause For you to imagine the rest ; But we, like that girl, are all mental wrecks. Beware of a Junior test ! Nelue Fall. ISIE morning - , along - in the middle of January, we Ward girls were t hrown into wild excitement by hearing five bells rung in a quick, decisive man- ner. We all rushed pellmell into the chapel, for five bells generally meant that something very im- portant was in progress there. We were not at all surprised, therefore, when our President announced that Professor Roentgen, the discoverer of the X rays, would address us. He arose and made us a very interesting talk about his latest invention — the art of seeing the contents of people ' s brain — at the close of which he invited any one in the audience to come up and let him illustrate. Dr. Blanton, desirous of learning what was in the Juniors ' heads, asked that only members of that class come up. Of course we were all loath to have our weak points shown to the public; but, after much giggling, we at last persuaded Viva to go forward. So, putting on a very daring look, she walked up to Professor Roentgen, and he turned the light on her brain. A few moments of breathless suspense; then he looked up with a puzzled expression. He said: I seem to see a succession of small, round objects. Ah, now they are tumbling into a red-and-green-striped bag. Why, I do believe they are salted pea- nuts ! Amid the laughter that followed, Mary Lilly Price, that dignified Junior, walked slowly up to have her brain analyzed. Of course, here we expected to find all kinds of learned discourses on all subjects, from Latin to Literature; and great was our surprise when we saw only a big sign bearing the inscription: Miss Chapman ' s Wishes. The next to come on the scene was Irene Morgan, and all over her brain we saw boys — boys of all ages, from seventeen years to seventy years. After her came Phila Donelson, and in her brain we saw a brilliantly- lighted room, across one end of which were the words, Southern Cotillon Club, formed of red carnations. In Susie Shelton ' s head we found a D. H. D. pin, and in Louise Sta- cey ' s head we found a large interrogation point. The walls of Mabel Scales ' brain were papered with pictures of Chic, taken in all positions; and in Mabel Bryan ' s brain rested a music box, which played Home, Sweet Home every night just after light bell. A large, red book, entitled ' ' The Only Really Correct Way to Trans- late Cicero, occupied the most important place in Lucile Wilson ' s brain; in Mary Davenport ' s brain was a far more interesting book, called Monday: Its Trials and Its Tribulations. In Margaret McDonald ' s brain cells we saw an Iris, the Junior Class, and some dumb-bells and clubs, with the inscription, A Fine Way to Escape Taking Gym.; in Caroline McRae ' s brain cells were a folding bed and a green screen. Unlike her sister, Viva, Elisha Harrison, it seems, thinks nothing at all of eating, her thoughts all centering on the important problem, How to be useful as well as ornamental. Mattie Mai Davis ' seat of learning was occupied by a set of stereop- ticon views, called Europe, Asia, and Africa, as Seen by My Dearly Beloved Sister. When Professor Roentgen began to examine Elizabeth Murray ' s brain he found it decidedly ' ' Haysie, ' ' and could not distinguish the characters in it. Contrary to this, the figures on Dardis McDaniel ' s brain, two perfect old mountain women, stood out in bold relief against the background of dining-room tables. In Elizabeth Buford ' s brain we found a boy with fiery locks, a blue- and-gray flag pin, and some chocolate creams; and in Alexine Peck ' s brain were a bridal party and a Latin Prose Composition Book. From what we saw in Shirley Cummins ' head we judged her to be a trifler, for she actually had two frat. pins there; and we were greatly distressed to come to the conclusion, after examining Esther Carter ' s head, that she must have softening of the brain, for we found only a great deal of water in hers. Kate Pitts ' weak points seemed to be the love of managing her meek little sister, Lilla Belle (and other people, too, when she has a chance), and eating beefsteak. Next came that great chatterbox, Nellie Fall; and we, remembering the adage, Look wise and keep silent, did not expect to find much here; but the Professor was so astonished when he found nothing at all in her brain that he dropped the bulb which he held in his hands to the floor with a crash, thus settling all the rest of our fortunes. We gave him a round of applause as he came down from the plat- form, and went sorrowfully back to our lessons. Some were sorrowful because they had seen themselves as ithers see them; others because they had not. Annie Keith FraziER. wiuUyFijA %s lb «n I ' lvnules dfQ Wa. J 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 26. 27. Try Jessie C. Smith ' s Face Powder. Best quality known. Mary Prazer ' s Hair Ribbon. Black a specialty. Curling- Tongs. Latest patent by Bertha Conditt. Jessie McPhail ' s Tablets for Insomnia. Try Elizabeth Rog-ers ' Switches, Rats, and Wigs. Tiimic GcunTer, Has Anybody Seen My Cliff ? By Sarah Morgan. Home, Sweet Home. One of the latest things. By Pannie Ezell. ' Way Down in Georgia. By Mary Ellen Selman. I ' ve a Longing in My Heart for You, Sammie, Dear. By Nannie Mai Cox. g j m ci -AUd Vi +4t (7 _JP THE Please go ' way and let me think. « ff •• - 8k-  „ 1 h V r 4fi r - . Don ' t disturb my thoughts so deep. m M av ,: I had rather think than eat. -®H J n m . So please let me think. 1. How to Study S3 r stematically. One of the lat- est books. B} r Mary Sue Cummins. 2. The Art of Flirting-. By Anna Blanton. 3. Lessons in Rhetoric. Special chapters on Con- cordances and Theme Writing. By Anne Rich- ardson. 4. M. B. Bransford ' s diary on her travels in Bac- teria. ' ' 5. How to Work Algebra Without Difficulty. By Amelia Sawrie. 6. Dieting and Its Results. By Martha Lipscomb. 7. Conversation as an Art. By Anne Logan Muir. 8 Memoirs of Clara. Mary Mitchell ' s best book. 9. Lessons in Decorum. In pamphlet form. By Lucy Bachman and Lillie Drake. 10. Poisonous Wasps. Rose Pringle ' s latest book on insects. L J550ING TEXAS BRONCOS . Caesar. The best translation. By Kath- arine Dibrell. 12. Hair Dressing-; or, The Art of Making Pom- padours. By Anna Cooper. 13. Punctuation and Paragraphing. By Mar- garet Yarbrough. 14. First Violin (Vendome edition). By Hor- tense Lebeck. Her best translation. 15. The Advantages of a College Education. By Irene Kirkpatrick. 16. Lassoing Texas Broncos. By Fannie Camp- bell. 17. Story Writing as a Profession. By Sara Badham. 18. The Story of Bassanio ' s Love for Nerissa. | By Carolyn Rosenbaum. -03 ramatis Officers MARY FRAZER ANNA COOPER ANNE RICHARDSON ANNA BLANTON . President Vice President Secretary . Treasurer Lillie Drake , Fannie Ezell Rose Pringle Ellen Selman Re Sutherland Amelia Saw rie Fannie Campbell Mary Sue Cummins Anne Logan Muir Mary Boyd Bransford Nannie Mai Cox Katharine Dibrell Lucy Bachman Mary Mitchell Irene Kirkpatrick Sarah Morgan Martha Lipscomb 1 Jessie McPhail Jessie Smith May Williams Hortense Lebeck Hettie Duncan Margaret Yarbrough Elizabeth Rogers Bertha Conditt Sara Badham v®yv®y W5 (W5 PW5 6?K 5 H. s Sillillil llliilllillfl WWW %n TOrmartam ! ptrd ! TOan 1Z, 1903 ! WJot£ WW w 1 W5 w to £w3 OT 5 ?W. Freshman Class ESTHER SANFORD CECILE McCARVER ETHEL RAYMOND fannie bennett martha allen adele clausen jenny stevenson amelia molester louise ewing susie hickerson hallie johnson mai lucus (With apologies to Scott) ■J CHOOLGIRLS, rest, thy warfare o ' er; Sleep the sleep that knows no breaking Dream of dreaded tests no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. Under our school ' s long stud}- hall Hands unseen are ever banging, Awful strains of music fall, Ev ' ry heart with anguish panging. Schoolgirls, rest, thy warfare o ' er; Sleep the sleep that knows no breaking; Dream of U ' s and P ' s no more, Morn of toil and night of waking. ACT I. Recitation Room of Ward Seminary President : i Friends, schoolmates, countrymen, lend me your ears ! I have to-day this meeting called A momentous question to decide, If we our learned instructors should follow And from our hair and pompadour Our bows cast aside. Chorus : What ! Do we hear aright? Dost thou dare to demand such a sacrifice of us ? President : Peace, peace, my children ! Not without reasoning shall we a conclusion reach; Therefore, calm yourselves, and Let us hear from different members of the class. Mary Boyd B.: Well, then, Miss President, Take you the lead, and we will follow. President : For my part alone, And as my individual opinion, I much prefer the use of such an adornment; Still, if the class should decide, After gravely debating the matter, That it was best to cast our sails awa) ' , I, with the others, will make the sacrifice. Chorus : Ah, how noble of you ! Hurrah for our President ! President : Hush, hush, my dears ! You quite embarrass me. Let us now hear from our noble Anna C. Margaret : Pardon me, my President, But Anna has gone home ; For, on receiving E in literature, She was greatly overcome. President : Then let us hear from our other Anna; She is wise and good. What ! Is she absent also ? Both our Annas gone ! Amelia S.: Yes, she is absent; For on yesterday last She her equilibrium did lose As from the rostrum she did pass. President : This is, indeed, a pity. But from our dear Jessie S. we will now hear. Chorus : Yes, yes ! Speech, speech, Jessie ! Secretary : I am sorry to disappoint you, But she is not here. This morning I found her Languishing on a bed of sickness, Growing pale and wan over the loss of her puff box, In which she was wont to carry the powder With which her lovely features she adorned. Chorus : We fear she cannot stand this bereavement. President : But we now call on one who is always ready, So accommodating, too. Brave and daring Hettie, let us now hear from you. HETTIE: I my response will sing — President : Ah, there is the bell! This meeting I shall postpone; But each of you think on this matter, So that to-morrow we may decide, For this suspense is killing me. (Curtain.) Martha Lipscomb. — When the Freshmen Have a Test HE Freshmen are just returning from their Latin and Algebra Classes. They are consequently feeling rather gloomy, to be- gin with, when they are g- r eeted with this announcement: The Freshmen will take paper and pencil to Miss Chapman ' s room and leave their books at their seats. There is a dead silence in the chapel for about the space of a second; then an excited hum breaks out among- the members of the doomed class, for every one knows that those words mean a test, and a test is no joke. The Freshmen are never gay, so to speak, on their way to their Rhetoric Class; but to-day even a casual observer might notice the unusual air of depression as slowly, one by one, they file into their class room. At the desk sits the imposer of the test; and she eyes the reluctants grimly, yet under all her sternness it is just possible to de- tect an amused smile as a young lady on the back row shivers appre- hensivelv. It is a comfort to think that some one is getting some pleasure out of the experience, even if it is the teacher. The members of the class seat themselves in silence and wait for the teacher to speak. But the teacher also waits — waits until one could hear a pin drop in any part of the room. The Freshmen are g-etting nervous. At last the teacher rises slowly, turns, and begins to write the test on the blackboard behind her. When she has finished, she turns again to the class. I have put two sets of questions on the board, she says, and proceeds to number the class. The odd numbers are to take the questions on the left-hand side, and the even numbers are to take those on the right-hand side. Now go to work! For an hour the class scribbles away industriously — all, save a few, who seem strang-ely absorbed in their own thoug-hts and sit reflectively chewing their pencils. At last, to the great relief of both teacher and class, the time is up. The papers are all passed down to the end of the row, collected, taken up to the desk, and the class is dismissed. Slowly they make their way back to the chapel and put on an air of martyrdom whenever they catch any one looking at them. But if they feel depressed now, what will they feel when the grades on that test are announced? More than depressed, I assure you; and I have reason to know. Katharine Hammond. Colors Crimson and White Flower Carnation Motto ' Get wisdom, get understanding , ' nn« gjan OFFICERS Anna Russell Cole .... President BESSIE Iyon Vice President Anna BlanTON Secretary Agnes Amis Treasurer THE Corrected Proverbs A long- tongue is a sign of a short hand [great bluffer]. Do as the friar [teacher] saith, not as he doeth. Better ask twice than lose your way [question] once. Forgive every [no] man ' s fault except your own. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you [but do it first]. Judge not a book [girl] by its cover [her lessons]. The absent are always in fault [save when you know they are lis- tening ]. Judge not men [lessons] or things [tests] at first sight. She who knows not and knows that she knows not is a Freshman. Pity her. She who knows not and knows not that she knows not is a Sopho- more. Beware of her. She who knows and knows not that she knows is a Junior. Admire her. She who knows and knows that she knows is a Senior. Reverence her. But she who possesseth all knowledge is a College Preparatory. Walk not in her path nor let thy footsteps turn toward her dwelling place. The Ideal and The Other Y ideal is, like the other, preparing- for college; but — O, the difference between them ! Miss Ideal is quite a studious girl, who is very fond of her books; stands high in her classes; and scorns with a pooh! any mention of or allusion to a boy as a beau. She wouldn ' t have a beau, and cares for boys only as friends. She takes any caller she happens to have out and plays tennis or ball or runs races with him. She is very proud of her prowess in athletic sports; and, in fact, is fond of telling how she distanced one of her beaux in a foot race. She spends much time on her books, and likes nothing better than to dream of Wellesley, with its towers and terraces — herself, in cap and g-own, a part of the landscape. In per- sonal appearance, she almost approaches the masculine; she wears her hair parted and pulled (or slicked) back; she has an entire disregard for style, so far as it goes, yet she has a distinct style of her own. In school, her manner is entirely polite, though cold and forbidding; while out of school, she is a jolly, good fellow all around. My Lady Other is entirely different, for she is a graceful femi- nine creature; cares much for style — not Miss Ideal ' s sort, however; she wears an extreme pompadour and huge black bows on top of it; you can also occasionally find a frat. pin on her waist. Her desires and also herself are entirely opposite from Miss Ideal ' s. The de- lights of her heart are balls, beaux (really truly ones), and to be a real young lady. Again different from Miss Ideal, she is the same in school as she is out; and, if she is polite to you at all, she is just as much so in school as elsewhere. She is seemingly very frivolous and light, but beneath that runs a strong current of the good and noble, though to the casual acquaintance she shows no good quality whatever. Taken all in all, they are very different, yet each quite attractive in her wa} ' ; still, they form a striking-contrast. Agnes Amis. Colors Flower Red and White Motto Know thyself OFFICERS American Beauty HENRIETTA RICHARDSON LOUISE RHEA . ■ . FRANCES MOLESTER Secretary MARGARET WARNER Treasurer MEMBERS Louise Rhea Kate Tillett Margaret Warner Frances McLester May Dawn Samuel Rebecca Baird Celia Baird Elizabeth Creighton Maude McAlister Sunshine Greditzer Rebecca Lucas Helen Chappell ustnie Burton Henrietta Richardson THE ECOND INTERMEDIATES are feeling mighty big ; IfACH of us next year will don a Freshman ' s rig. TTAN we patientl} - wait till the four years have passed ? jf then we ' ll be Seniors, excelling the last. ,VrO matter, we ' ll write to old Father Time : 4 310 hurry, old man, and we ' ll give you a dime. t know Freshman days are hardest of days; VfOW, this can be known by their customs and ways. ii r T 0 live and to learn we will strive to the end, VTACH girl to her study each day to attend. 3) EALEY, we hate to go out of this class ; ' Jll ANY are the tests that we ' ll have to pass. i Z XCELLENT is the word, that open sesame; jlEFEND us from having a U by our name ! J think of the terrors of following years, fLND, while thinking of them, my eyes fill with tears. rriHEN I bid you farewell, with thanks for your time, If VER wishing you ma} ' not grow weary of rhyme. (i gECOND INTERMEDIATES you can call us no more. President Vice President Treasurer Secretary THE THiS a THE PRIMARY ROLL 1 Si ¥ SI viz s  t% IS SI ♦s ¥ is H s IS t w IS ¥ m si IS SI is V ♦ SI Is SI IS ¥ ♦ SI Is SI ♦s SI ♦s SI IS SI «!L . -J MIRIAM APPLEBEE SARAH BRADFORD FANNIE BENNIE LORNA CARR CHARLES CARR RUTH CRUTCHFIELD MARY CRUTCHFIELD ROBERTA DILLON MAMIE DUNCAN THEO. FOWLKES MARTHA FRITH GEORGIA HUME MARIE HARWELL GEORGIA LINGNER MARY HOLLINS BEATRICE MOORE ALICE HIBBBTT JEAN MORGAN GLADYS NEAL MARY, ELIZABETH SAND SALLIK MADDEN HOPKINS PORTIA SAVAGE KATE SAVAGE ELIZABETH SHWAB ELIZABETH THOMPSON SUSIE TURNER MARTHA TILLMAN LUCY TILLMAN EMMA BAXTER VAUGHN ELLEN WALLACE MARY TOM WARNER ROBERTA WEATHERFORD MARTHA WEATHERLY LOUISE WITHERSPOON MARY WITHERSPOON cife Colors Blue and White Flower Narcissus Motto ' Jack of all trades and good at nothing y OFFICERS MARY LOUISE WARNER .... AGNES M. TAYLOR .... HATTIE YOUNG McGAVOCK MARY FITE TURLEY President Yice President Secretary ANNIE SCHIFFMAN LII.I.A BELLE PITTS . . r - CORA SCHIFFMAN MABEL BOYD ELIZABETH DALLAS JOANNA BATTLE LILLIAN HOYT EWING MAMIE COWEN LOUISE FRITH MARIS COCKE BESSIE MAI FORD MARY D. TATE ANNIE McKAMY ULLIAN DEARING ENID WARD ' mary Mcdonald ANNE FUI,KKRS(). CHRISTINE CARUTHERS ELOISE EWING MARY BARBOUR RIXEY SARAH CORBETT iUps-a BESSIE I UCAS - f GERTRUDE RICE I.UTIE SCOTT PEARL, I.ONG THSSf 8 4 NONA HKXDHRSnx JUUA MAI RANSOM MARY ELLEN GRAHAM ELISE McJIILI.AN JPE CIIKAIRS UYRI) HENDERSON II ESSIE CRAIGE .--?- MABEL POTTKR RK SUTHERLAND MARY I.. DIBREI.L ETHEL BROWN MARY MCRAE MARY BELLE JONES KATE ALLEN- GARLAND SMITH ■ EDNA RICHARDSON MARY I.OUISE WARNER SUSIE WILKES AGXES M. TAYLOR LOUISE BRIGHAM HARRIETT !McGAVOCK LAURA ELLIOTT PATSY FULKEKSON ' 4 £Z 3l ELIZABETH I.AMB JEAN BRADFORD HENRIETTA CASTNER TOMMIE LAUDERDALE LENA COLE FLOY WOOTEN MAY WILLIAMS ELIZABETH TAPPAN THE 87 CLARA MOORE LOUISE HOYT EWING MINNIE NEELY TAYLOR THERESA HENDERSON ALICE GIBSON KDNA WEIR MARY HENDERSON- HELEN MORRISON MARGARET FALL BESSIE WADDEY MILDRED ERWIN MARTHA WILSON MARY liKIXGHlRST MARY T. ClIOLIDGE Q T. BROWN ANNA LEK FOREMAN THE 89 NINA SHOFFNER TH S a LYDA JACKSON JENNIE LYTTON TAYLOR LUCILE SATTERWH1TE NKLLE CROTHKKS ANNIE STIXSOX RUTH ALDRIDGE DAISY D. SMITH FLOY RATHER I ' EARI, ROBERTSON The Irregulars r HHE Irregulars of Ward are the salt of tlie earth. Their irregularities add spice to the pursuit of education, confusion to the curriculum, and the panic of hopeless con- sternation to the sedate and solemn Faculty. Were I to attempt to picture, in words, their manifold vir- tues, I would stumble and fall down over the bowlder of utter failure in the first effort. Were I visited by breezes from Parnassus, and thus led to drop into poetry, in which to express their infinite variety and uncertainty, me- thinks my inspired muse would sing: Irregulars, sweet irregulars, to thee I kotow. You come with glint of sunshine, depart with a caress, Study as you please, learn as your head allows, Flirt as chance presents, and, in general, get a dress. But, dropping from the sublime of poetry to the prosaic of earth, what would Ward be without her Irregulars? The question suggests thoughts too painful to contemplate. Her halls in gloom, her stately corridors full of the silent presence of desolation, give but a faint glimmering as to where we would be at were our unique, irrepressible, and incorrigible Irregulars to part from us for evermore. The subject is exhaustless as well as exhaustive. The Irregular is a bird of passage. Her plumage is invested with the variegated colors of the rainbow, and she is as uncatchable as the traditional bag of gold believed in innocent childhood to be found at the earth ends of that phenomenon of sunshine, rain, and clouds. Ward ducks wouldn ' t be ducks at all without her. With her said ducks are of a species not defined in natural history — indescribable, unsurpassable, and perplexingly captivating. And woe be unto the plodding, serious Regular, who, stealthily munching Irregular candy, etc., dares insinuate that her fleeting sister is not the embodiment of grace, a dream of poetic loveliness, a joy for- ever, and a something which, once seen at Ward, can never be forgotten. Martha Wilson. Tn LAND y BOOKS Chaque Jour INE-DINDAN! La recreation est finie! Quatre jeunes filles viennent courir de toutes les differents directions de l ' edifice. L ' une vient de la salle-de-danse, difinnte Mademoiselle par sa mine pleine de dignite et par son livre ouvert. Une autre accourt de la bibliotheque, ou elle a etc assise conjugant — a la renverseun verbe francais, tout en regardant avec des yeux affames le pain-brun, delicieux, des maitresus, lequel disparait myst£- riusement au moment 6u elles tournent le dos. Mile. Yeux Bruns arrive toujours a temps dequelqua region eloignee et inconnue. Encore une autre, unepen sionnaire, entre en retard, sangcant maintenant au regal illicite, qui a et6 interrompu. Enfin celle, qui nous fait toutes attendre, entre dans la salle de classe avec un air de loisir, ind£cise quelle lecon entainer. Mademioselle qtii devient inquiete la prie de rester pour que nous corrigious au moins nos exercises, apres les quels nous avons travaill s si assidument (?). Mais, helas! C ' est en vain! Nos exercises sont destines a l ' oubli! Cette eleue vent savoir l ' emploi exact du present du participe Apres tine discussion prolongee et chaleureuse, Mademoiselle et elle viennent a la conclusion que les participes francais et anglais sont en- tierement differents. Dine-dindan! Et on nous donne de nouveaux exercises. Une elene. A Swift Expedition jHAT last climb up Vine street hill was simply too much. En- tirely forgetful of the fact that they were dignified Seniors at Ward, they fell upon the wet and muddy stone steps in most inelegant attitudes, too utterly weary to attempt the ascent. Not even the shocked amazement in the eyes of a stately matron passing by could bring a smile to their faces; and when a Ward girl cannot laugh, there is something seriously wrong. Without doubt the Swift Packing Company understand their work most perfectly. Two hundred lively girls were packed — like that company ' s well-known sardines — in three small cars and conveyed to the newly-erected building by a smiling gentleman who seemed to en- joy the naive remarks of his charges immensely; nor was he lacking in wit himself, for as he distributed tiny celluloid hearts as souvenirs, he constantly insisted that though he had only one heart, he would be delighted to divide that among the young ladies. When at last the cars set down their loads of crushed and breathless, but still cheerful, girls, they expected, of course, to march at once into the low, dark-red building fronting them ; but for at least fifteen minutes they stood waiting in a wavering, pushing line, and at least five hundred questions as to the reasons for the delay were asked dur- ing that time. At last the magic word was spoken, and in a rather ragged line they tramped up a flight of stone steps past two white- coated figures, who presented them with dainty calendars and little sil- ver stick-pins; then on by tables prettily decorated with fresh vines and loaded with skillfully-carved meats, down the long, narrow aisles of the cold-storage room between hanging sides of bacon and beef; next, by a winding stairway they descended to the curing and packing rooms, where, after a short tour of ! inspection by the advance guard, a slight crush occurred; for as the first hundred girls were vigorously trying - to force their way to the upper air, the others were just as eagerly bent on descending, and for a few moments the pupils of Ward Seminary were more closely packed than the meat about them. Fi- nally, however, all reached the floor above, and as they passed out were handed delicious little ham sandwiches — to them the crowning enjoy- ment of the day. Slowly and rather wearily the crowd moved up to the corner, where, after incurring the righteous anger of all pedes- trians by blocking the way for fifteen minutes, they boarded their specials and at last reached Ward utterly worn out by their Swift journey. An Original Narrative |Y, what a terror is that announcement to a girl as she stops in front of the bulletin board to read over the different papers pasted up there ! She learns that she must write an original narrative. Well, thinking and thinking has done no good at all, and she must begin writing it. Once upon a time — no, that is the way all fairy tales begin. If some one would only suggest a subject, maybe she could think of some- thing to say about it ; but each one is busy thinking of her own nar- rative, and she is compelled to work out the problem for herself. What shall it be about ? An imaginary party ? A picnic ? No, they are so common ; and, an} r way, she wants something thoroughly original — not something she has ever heard of before. O, she must hurry, for there is scarcely an hour before time to go to the class. What if it should be unsatisfactory? Wouldn ' t it make mother feel bad to think that her daughter could not, or at least would not, use her mind enough to write a theme that would satisfy the teacher ? She sits down and writes off one; it does not suit; she tears it up and throws it into the wastebasket. Another one is started. There, that will do. She has only to make another rough copy of it and then rewrite it on theme paper. If it doesn ' t cover two of those large pages ! She must write very large and leave a wide margin. At last it is copied, ready to hand in; and she goes into the class room — O! — with such a relieved feeling. Belle Davidson. At a Ward Recital E} are going - to suppose, kind reader, that it is the night of one of our recitals at Ward ; and you, like the folk of the Ara- bian Nights entertainments, are to be whisked by the fancy of a Ward girl through some of the rooms of the Seminary and before the so-called footlights. in order that you may see the interworkings of a Ward recital. You must promise, however, to be very quiet in your invisibleness and not startle those about you. We will just drop down into the reading room, where the unfortunate beings are gathered. Since the room is in such confusion and all the available seats seem occupied by the performers, I think we had better perch ourselves upon the top of this bookcase — not irreverently, how- ever, for the works of Chaucer, Milton, and Shakespeare lie below us. From our elevated position, too, we can see through the glass door on our right into the chapel. To see both the audience and behind the scenes at the same time is a great advantage. Look how the girl just below us, whose treasured headgear is in such dangerous proximity to my foot, is trembling and fidgeting about — first on one foot and then on the other ! You wonder why she is so nervous. Had you at any period of your existence taken part in a re- cital, you would not ask that question. She is frightened ; everybody is frightened. Listen to the one never-ceasing question, Are you much scared ? which is being voiced all around you, and which always receives the same answer : Scared nearly to death ! You say that the y oung ladies look very happy to be so near death. Ah, well, you must not be too severe a critic of our expressions ; for, remember, you have never been a Ward girl. See! Our friend of the tall pompadour has another reason for fidget- ing. She is the first to play on the programme, and the recital is now to begin. Riley and Dennis are pulling apart the curtains, and the rostrum, amid all the glory of flowers, lamps, and parlor chairs, is disclosed to the view of the audience. See how our young lady walks onto the platform ! Listen to the applause ! She must be a favorite of the Vanderbilt boys. I thought that eaglelike pompadour was not hoisted in vain. Look, thougm ! She is no novice in the art of music; see how she turns around the piano stool and seats herself ! She is beginning ' way up the keyboard in fine little treble notes; then down, down, she comes into the bass; and gradually she goes into that even, quiet theme which, for lack of a better expression, we might call the melody of the piece. She is getting into the spirit of the thing- now. Listen how she thumps the chords and softly plays the trills ! Now she goes back again into the melody, much to the relief of my ears. A gigantic effort, a long run, a tremendous chord, and it is over. Applaud ! Every one applauds. See how the music teachers and pupils congratulate her as she comes down the steps loaded with roses and carnations! No time must be lost, however, as you see No. 2 is beginning her sonata. Listen how faintly and hesitatingly she plays ! She stumbles ; she tries to re- member the chord, but forgets it altog-ether. You can hear a pin drop in the audience. Do you not pity the poor child ? Listen, though! She has taken up the thread, and goes on beautifully. She ends with a triumphant flourish. Has not the time slipped by quickly ? We have arrived at the last number of the evening. A graduate in music is going to plaj r the Hungarian Rhapsody, which will make a brilliant ending up. The recital is over. The audience pours out of the chapel. Slip on your coat, for invisible beings as well as ordinary mortals need wraps. How cool and refreshing the night air is. But we must part here on the gallery. So, invisible friend, g-ood night. Anna Russell, Cole. IPEgjl Wfirsx r M m FmmM H ' Sm Sil Ir Mimi fekj? ' pflTlS™ ' ! wmm A Song H, chide me not, thou bonnie maid ! The shepherd i ' the lea Wad doubt his lassie if she smiled A smile for ' ither ' ee ! Wad doubt his lassie if she gave Her smiles for ' ither ' ee ! Ah, chide me not for doubting thee, For doubt is but the measure That brims the chalice o ' the heart Ere love pours in his treasure ! That brims the chalice o ' the heart Ere love pours in his treasure ! Garnet Wiley. Mr, Dinkie ' s Revenge (A story told by Mrs. Johnson, who takes boarders.) ] ATURALLY, my dear, a body meets with many singular people while keeping boarders. I think the queerest folk the Lord ever chose to make have boarded with me since my hus- band died and left me to earn my living by the most trying task that was ever laid on woman ' s shoulders. There are people who never think that you can do enough for them and that have no con- sideration for your feelings. If a turkey hap- pens to be tough, they ask if it was ever known what became of the pair that went into Noah ' s ark, and such things. There are people that dislike things that are fried, people that take airs and won ' t pay, and people who are so far from being what they pretend to be that it is necessary to mention the fact to them that rooms are wanted. One of the queerest things I ever knew to be done by any boarder was done by Mr. Dinkie. He came to board with me about five years ago, just at Christmas time. He was an old bachelor— about fifty years of age, I should judge. He had just met with a disappointment — not in love, but in money. He had made himself a slave to a rich old uncle for twenty years, expecting to be his heir; had put up with all sorts of treatment; had been cuffed, scolded, and sneered at morning, noon, and night; but had never said a word; had just gone on grinning and rub- bing his hands and speaking about his dear uncle, until the old man died and left him $500 a year for his life. After that he came to board with me. There was with me at the same time a maiden lady, named ' ' Swiffles. She was about as old as Mr. Dinkie and very rich. She wore diamonds in her ears so big and so shiny that I often wondered why the thieves let her come home alive. She had three pets— a dog, with curly wool; a kitten, all white, with the exception of a black nose; and a green-and- red parrot. In the day they stayed with her in her own apartment, but at night they slept in a room by themselves. It was truly comical to see them — Poll, in her cage, the dog and kitten each in a sort of bas- ket cradle, with refreshments set before them in case they should be hungry during the night. Miss Swiffles was very .curious in many things. I remember asking her once why she had never married, and she said she always felt that the male sex was beneath her, and that she could not promise to obey any one of them. She had written a lecture on the subject and was going to deliver it in my parlor, but I said to her: Miss Swiffles, I am a poor widow, depending on my boarders for a living. As the most of them are of the male sex, it might offend them to tell them of their defects. So she gave up the idea and I was thankful. After Mr. Dinkie came, I noticed that Miss Swiffles and he used to arg ue together on the parlor sofa. Sometimes, too, he took her to lec- tures and to church; and no matter how she acted ofterwards, I had my eyes about me and saw that she dressed very well in the evenings. Mr. Dinkie asked me one day how much I supposed Miss Swiffles had a year, and I told him that she had about S10,000 inter- est from her money. Afterwards Miss Swiffles asked me what I thought he had, and I told her what he had and how he got it. One day while sitting on the porch stoning cherries I heard Miss Swiffles come into the parlor, and about three minutes after Mr. Dinkie came in. Far be it from me to listen; I am above it; but it was not necessary that I go awaj T , so I could not help hearing their conversa- tion. Miss Swiffles, said Mr. Dinkie, I ' m rejoiced to find you alone. Ah ! said Miss Swiffles. I have long waited for this opportunity, continued Mr. Dinkie. Indeed ! said Miss Swiffles. You can ' t guess wiry, said Mr. Dinkie. No, sir; I can ' t, answered Miss Swiffles. Is this the coquetry of your sex? asked Mr. Dinkie. ' ' Have you not seen that I adore you ? No, said Miss Swiffles. I ' ve hidden my emotions better than I supposed I could. My dear Miss Swiffles, here on my knees allow me to offer to you my hand and heart and beg you to accept them and the lifelong devotion of — Get up, Mr. Dinkie, said Miss Swiffles. Don ' t make a goose of yourself. I understand that you ask me to marry you? Adorable creature, answered Mr. Dinkie, you put the question I would have asked into the most concise form. I ' ll put the answer into the same form, said Miss Swiffles — No. But why do you say, ' No ? ' asked Mr. Dinkie. Well, if you want to know why, said Miss Swiffles, I ' ll tell you. You waited for a dead man ' s shoes twenty years, now probably you wish to wait for mine. So that ' s why I say, ' No. ' A moment later the door slammed and Mr. Dinkie was gone. We saw very little of him for several days, and then I was surprised by getting - a note from him, in which he stated that he was going to Europe, but before going would like Miss Swiffles and I to be present at a supper in his room. We both agreed to this, and went to his apartment at the appointed hour. Here we ate heartily of a delicious supper, Miss Swiffles heart- iest, though, of all. At twelve o ' clock Mr. Dinkie bade us goodby, but before leaving he put in Miss Swiffles ' hand a little note. Read this alone in your apartment, dear madam, he said; it may make you alter your opinion of me. He is really nicer than I thought he was, I said after he was gone. - Yes, said Miss Swiffles, wiping a tear from her eye. I had bolted the front door, when I heard shrieks issuing from Miss Swiffles ' room. I rushed upstairs and saw her standing in the middle of the floor, with the note in her hand. She was crying: I am pois- oned ! Open the window ! Read this ! I took the note from her and read: You ridiculous old fury, I ' ve had my revenge on you for refusing me. I am only sorry that I had to include that simple old soul, Mrs. Johnson. You enjoyed your supper, didn ' t T ou? I hope so; I enjoyed cooking it. Parrot pate, poodle pie, and kitten cutlets are good dishes. I wish you joy of the supper and a good night ' s rest. By by. Benjamin Dinkie. Well, my dears, it was true. The pets were gone and we had had our fill, as Mr. Dinkie said of parrot pate, poodle pie, and kitten cutlets. Miss Swiffles was so sick that night that I had to send for the doctor. It was in this way that Mr. Dinkie got his revenge. Shireey Cummins. jiDITH just must marry ! I have quite decided on that ; yes, 1 have finally settled that fact in my mind. She ' s pretty and bright and, above all thing ' s, lovable; ' lovable ' is just the word with which to describe her — just the sort of woman who is cut out for home life, who would make a man worthy of her indescribably happy, the dearest sort of a wife for some man fortunate enough to win her. She is always attractive, and is quite popular with the men of her set; but, somehow, of late the poor, mis- guided child has taken it into her head that she will not marry. You are responsible for that foolish idea, my dear, said Frances Worthington to herself, as she sat upon the wide veranda of her beau- tiful summer home, Clearview, idly enjoying the fine breeze from the Adirondacks that blew stray wisps of hair across her face, now prettily wrinkled by the gravity of her thoughts. The very idea of Edith Marshall, the dear est little bit of blonde femininity in the world, remaining in single blessedness all the days of her life! It ' s perfectly preposterous; there ' s no other word for it. Now, in my case the thing is altogether sane and reasonable. In the first place, I have a work to do. I may never have the world at my feet nor even accomplish anything that will be called ' great ; ' but I do be- lieve that I can give it some thoughts not unworthy of its receiving, and that my pen can render it a service not altogether unacceptable. And if I work, I must work unhampered in the way home ties do hamper a woman. In the second place, I am not the kind of woman who can love a man. Some women admire, respect, and form lasting friend- ships for men, and of this sort I am one ; but love — never ! In a word, it is proper for Edith to marry, and marry she must ! If left to her own misguided ideas, the foolish girl will spoil her life and deprive some man of untold happiness ; and though match- making is scarcely in the line of a would-be old maid, I think you will undertake a bit of the busi- ness, my dear. It really would be an act of charity. ' ' Suiting the action to the word, Miss Worthington gathered up her dainty skirts (scarcely a fitting costume for so confirmed a spinster), arose from the lounging chair in which she had been sitting, and went within doors. A house party, aunt, she said to a handsome, middle-aged woman who sat reading at one of the elegantly curtained windows of the capacious hall. This weather is ideal. The breeze from the mountains this morning is unusually fine. I shall invite about ten, most of them girls and men whom you know. As you like, my dear, said Mrs. Ridley, as she looked up from her book. You know that I am always glad to see your friends. Eight dainty notes impressed with the same cordiality, which was one of Frances ' most attractive traits, were soon written. Don ' t disappoint me ; I must have you for a good three weeks, she wrote to Margaret Carlton, Mildred Bishop, Robert Christian, Harry Goodwin, and others. For the most part, the notes were alike, Edith ' s more af- fectionately pressing, of course. The last one finished bore the name, ' ' Mr. George Marsham. ' ' Unconsciously, Frances had written this note with more than ordinary care. A bright fellow! He is one of the most entertaining men I have met for months. By the way, Edith has never met him. I remember now that he was away when she visited me last winter. A week later, the first of a lovely June, found assembled, in response to Miss Worthington ' s invitation, a bright and congenial crowd, and Clearview was soon pervaded with an atmosphere of thorough en- joyment. For three days there were horseback rides, trips to various points of interest about the mountains, innumerable games of golf; and then Frances, delighted with the crowd she had gathered together, decided upon more definite tactics. Mr. Marsham is really delightful, Edith had said to her as they were making their morning toilets. He has such an attractive man- ner, and he is so versatile. Later she said: Miss Barlowe is cer- tainly one of the most charming ' women I have ever had the pleasure to meet. Just as I should have desired! I couldn ' t have made a better choice; they are perfectly suited. Yes, it is just as I should have de- sired. Days passed. It fell to Marsham ' s lot to ride at Miss Barlowe ' s side so frequently, and always by the merest accident, that it was quite noticeable ; he was also by her side at the table, and quite often golfed as her partner. Everything goes beautifully. They make an admirable couple. She certainly admires him, and he is — well, to say the least, he is inter- ested in her. Yes, I am delighted. And yet, as she said this to herself, the expression at this moment on Miss Worthington ' s pretty face could scarcely have been called an expression of deligmt. The usual pleasures with which a thoug-htful hostess entertains and occupies her guests were enjoyed at Clearview, and it was voted the most hospitable of places; its mistress, however, seemed to rather feel the strain of her duties as hostess. Margaret Carlton observed, but did not comment on, the constrained, wistful look upon her face; and once she saw tears in Frances ' eyes as she watched an unusually inter- ested couple of golfers, but she quickly turned her head away so that her partner in the game could not see her face. The last day before the breaking up of the party had come, and George Marsham had managed to golf with his hostess for the first time during his stay. After the game the various couples had dispersed, some seeking the hallway, some seeking the verandas. Mr. Marsham and Frances seated themselves upon a little knoll of ground some dis- tance from the house, where they were completely hidden from view. Miss Worthington, why have you avoided me so these three weeks? Avoided you, Mr. Marsham? You are, indeed, mistaken ! The du- ties of hostess, you know. Then, with the faintest suspicion of a tremor, I saw that you were engrossed in Miss Barlowe, and — and — I, naturally, tried to throw you together. George Marsham leaned nearer the girl, and as he spoke she felt his breath upon her hair. ' ' And have I not played the part well, just as you wished, always beside Miss Barlowe — at the table, on horseback, everywhere — when my thoughts were always with you, my eyes al- ways hungry for you, for you, Frances? The girl ' s heart swelled. Had she heard him aright ? What was this he was saying ? Her brain was awhirl. But, Mr. Marsham, what do you mean? How can you say that? Her voice was low and trembling. He leaned even nearer; his lips almost touched her face. I can say it because — because I love you. By heaven, I mean it ! Can ' t you see that I do, Frances,, dearest ? At that moment it seemed to Frances that the world did not need her work and her pen half so much as this one man needed her love. But — but Edith, she faltered. O, bother Edith ! Some failures are successes, and some spiders are caught in the pretty webs of their own spinning - ; but, strange to say, they do not always struggle. A Strayed Duck. The Student ' s Soliloquy To eat or not to eat; that is the question — Whether ' tis nobler in the mind to suffer The pains and vacancy of outrageous hunger Or to take arms against the sea of teachers, And by opposing end them ? To eat, to sleep No more, and by sleeping to say we end The indigestion and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — ' tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To eat, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream — ay, there ' s the point; For in that sleep of peace, what dreams may come When we have slept off those excruciating pains, Must give us happiness — there ' s the consideration That makes our lives last so long; For who would bear the sufferings of uncalled-for hunger To please another, although he may be right, To mend the rules of rigid schools, The insolence of teachers, and the spurns That patient pupils have to undergo, When she herself might put an end to this, And thereby gain a perfect right To eat or not to eat, whiche ' er she likes — Our school from whose great roof No girl would wander, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of. Thus teachers would make cowards of us all; But the courage which we all possess, Causes us to plunge headlong to Tony ' s stand And indulge in candy, fruit, and cake. Then, with regard for fear, we turn and fly, And meet Professor Blanton with angry eye — Soft, you, now! The daring girl. M. E. C. Un Cuento Espanol A FAMILIA del Senor Alejandro consistieron de si y mejor y una hija llamada Maria. Hacer nuestro cuento mas interes- ante, retrocederemos muchos anos. Uu dia Maria y algunas de sus amigas salieron cabalgando. Como ellas f ueron volviendo a casa Maria se cayo de su caballo. Ella fu£ alzado en una condicion insensible y fue llevado a su casa. Un medico fue immediatatnente mandado. Cuando venio, conto a sus padres que ella habia estado injuriado de manera que ella no pudo jamas pasearse otra vez. Como Maria era muy viva muchacha esto fue dificil a aguntar. A la vez de nuestro cuento, Maria habia estado enferma hasta cuatro anos. Los mas afamados medicos habian estado consultado pero nin- gunos pudieron aliviar su condicion. Cuando ella habia estado informado que jamas sera un mejor un cambio vino sobre ella. Ella se hizo malcontenta y infeliz. Todo fu£ hecho por su decha pero todo fue inutil. Ella habia hecho hasta frente su Dios. Dijo que no pudo tener fe en un Dios que era tan injusto. Por la semana pasada habia estado creciendo subitamente peor . Llamo su madre a ella y le rogo a enviar para Padre Moris. Ellos enviaron para el pero no estaba en el pueblo y no volviera antes Viernes. Esto era Miercoles cuando ella era contado que Padre Moris no volviera hasta Viernes, tento ser contento. Cada dia crecio mas debil. Viernes mafiana en fin vino. En entrar el cuarto de Maria en este dia, uno pudo ver en un sofa cerca de la ventana la figura emaciada de una much- acha muy hermosa. Su pelo castafio estaba aflujando y sus ojos pardos tenian en ellos una tierna expresi6n de aspereza y ansia. En fin la figura de un hombre viejo aparecio en la puerta. La much- acha tento levantarse pero pudo extender solamente las manos hacia el. Una voz baja dijo, Padre, ha renido V. finalmente? Entonces por algunos minutos el padre santo y la nifia joven conversaron. Despues el padre rogo a sus padres. Ella arrojo un brazo cerca de cada, y dijo en una clara voz Querido padre y madre, soy finalmente reconciliado a mi Dios, hizo todo por lo mejor. No lamentad cuando salio, voy solo a casa mas brillante y alia con Jesus esperanos para Vds. La luz del sol puesto apalaba de penetrar en el cuarto cuando el esperitu de la muchacha se traslado. En muerte su semblante era hasta mas hermosa que en vida. Parecio como si la gloria del cielo reposo en el. Rowena Bennett Carter. A Plea for Words jjHE days of opening one ' s literary efforts with an invocation to the Muses are past, else would I send up a plea for words, words, words. The most truly pathetic thing of the twentieth century is the dearth of those necessary articles in the vocabu- lary of the modern boarding-school girl. Not that there are not ways open to the schoolgirl by which she can express herself forcibly, and even impressively; but where are the methods of Johnson and Webster? Surely the wind has blown them all away, for they are usurped by the all-powerful slang. The morning after the play the chum who did not go knows just the criticism to expect of the struggles of Mansfield, Jefferson, or any of the lesser lights. If the performance has chanced to impress that severest of critics favorably, the best friend listens for, Simply cork- ing, my dear! or, if disappointment has awaited her at the play- house, A bum show is her only comment. Far be it from me to rail against slang; pardon me if I seem to, for I would not for the world. Some one older and wiser than any of us has said, Variety is the spice of life; but if the changing of that maxim were given to me, I should have it: Slang is the spice of life. An expressive bit of slang quickens the blood, brightens the eye; and the lucky girl who has been quick enough to catch the latest phrase de- livers it with all the air of a successful orator to an envious, wide-eyed audience. The girl who was crazy about Shakespeare declared that she thought Hamlet was the cutest thing, and that spiel he put up to himself was all right. Doubtless the grave Prince of Denmark would have been tickled to death, for not every one is liked who wishes to be. Our mothers, in their school days, were in the habit of being impressed with the sublimity of Hamlet ' s soliloquy. But the question of putting aside this very expressive, though somewhat erratic, form of expression becomes rather a serious one. Will the future social leader hail her guests with the cordial, though familiar, salutation, Halloo, old sport! or will this modern board- ing-school girl bundle her slang up in the camphor balls of memory and lay it by in the cedar chest of her schoolgirl days? Will her slang give way to conventional phrases as naturally as pigtails do to the fashionable coiffure or short frocks to the sweeping train? Pray Heaven that it may. Lillian Hoyt Ewing. T was Christmas Eve. The children were gathered around a great oak fire. At grandma ' s there were always large, cheer- ful fires; so it seemed to the children. They were occupied in tell- ing stories and cracking nuts. Now, grandma, it is time for you to give us one of your true ones, cried Maggie, a bright-eyed girl of twelve, drawing a stool close to the great easy-chair in which grandma always took her evening rest and looking expectantly into the smiling face above her. Old Mrs. Byrant settled the dainty lace cap on her head with soft, wrinkled hands that trembled slightly, and remained silent for a mo- ment. Well, Maggie, she said at length, which shall it be? O, do tell us how you came to marry grandpa! interrupted a soft little voice from the far corner of the fireplace, and a pair of dreamy, brown eyes looked up from Rose in Bloom, from which not even nuts and games had tempted her. Yes, that will suit us all, even the boys, exclaimed Maggie; for, as it happened during the war, there was plenty of fighting. Well, said grandma, glancing at the eager faces before her, ever since I was a child it was an understood fact that when Arthur and I were grown we were to marry. Our parents wished it; and, as we were both dutiful children, we were satisfied with their arrangements. An arch glance from the dreamy eyes answered the smile in grand- ma ' s, but matter-of-fact Maggie and the boys nodded their approval unquestioningly, and grandma continued: ' ' When we were grown, the war broke out. My father was among the first to volunteer, and Arthur was to follow him in a fortnight. On Christmas Eve — just thirty-seven years ago to-night, dears — a ball was to be given at the Byrant plantation in honor of the soldiers who were going to the war. They were to leave in a week ' s time, and Arthur was to be among - them. It was my first ball; and, though the circumstances might well have sobered us, youth was very sanguine, and I was in a flutter of excitement for days beforehand. At last the auspicious time arrived. It was bitterly cold and was snowing heavily. I was to g ' o on horseback with my maid to Mrs. By- rant ' s, where I was to spend the night. When we started, early in the afternoon, it was still very cold; but the snow had ceased, and here and there the sun was struggling to break through the clouds and to aid the warm earth in the task that it had already commenced of con- verting the fairy flakes into unsightly pools. Our horses splashed on through the muddy road, spattering us with dirty drops. I looked back at my maid. She was huddled on her horse — the picture of misery. ' Lucy, ' I called, sharply, ' if you are not more careful, you will drop my dress ! ' At last we reached our destination. How glad I was to get to a warm fire after my cold ride! Mrs. Byrant soon sent me to my room to rest before the gayeties of the evening should begin, and I gladly obeyed her suggestion, for I was very much fatigued. Telling Lucy to be sure to wake me in time to dress for the ball, I was soon asleep. In a very few minutes, it seemed to me, she came ' back and waked me. Undoing the bundle that contained my dress, she laid it on the bed. Like all young girls, I was very impatient. Never before had it taken me so long to dress. At length, however, my toilet was com- pleted, with the exception of my white satin slippers. It was the work of a second to fasten one. ' Hurry up, Lucy; I shall be late ! ' Lucy had turned her back, and seemed to be searching for some- thing. ' ' Fore de Lord, ' she exclaimed, ' Miss Cinthy, I carn ' t find dat oder slipper nowhars. ' ' Nonsense ! ' I cried. ' You have: overlooked it; ' and I jumped up to search for the necessary article. By this time my maid was sobbing. ' Never mind, ' I said, as cheerfully as I could; ' you must have dropped it on the road. I must wear one slipper and one shoe; ' and, suiting the action to the word, I descended to the ballroom, literally putting my best foot foremost. The first dance was about to begin. I had not been seated long before Arthur came and asked me to open the ball with him. I half rose; then I remembered my shoe, and refused. Before I could offer an explanation he had turned away with a hurt look on his face, and had hurried off in search of another partner. Presently I saw Lucy beckoning to me and went to her. ' Miss Cinthy, ' she cried, joyously, ' I ' se done found de slipper. It had done fallen in among - de bed curtains. ' She slipped it on and I went in the ballroom again. Some one asked me to dance; I knew I was doing a rude thing to Arthur, but I could not resist. We were soon in the midst of a Virginia reel. I had forgotten about Arthur. After the ball, as I was going to my room, he stopped me. Well, dears, I won ' t tell you about that. It is sufficient to say that we quarreled. The root of the evil was that luckless slipper; for when Arthur asked me why I would not dance with him, I was a foolish girl and refused to say a word about it. Next morning I returned home. A week passed, and by this time I regretted my hasty words; but it was too late to mend matters, for Arthur had joined his regiment. Then came evil days, my darlings; for every paper would bring us news of danger and disaster to the brave loved ones who had gone out to fight our battles. Those of us who were at home were kept busy, we girls especially, in knitting socks for the soldiers. One morning in July, as I was strolling in the garden, I saw Pomp, our old servant who generally went for the mail, returning to the yard in great excitement. ' What is it, Pomp? ' I cried. ' Miss Cinthy, ' he replied, ' I done heard at de office dat de biggest battle of de war so far done been fought. ' I took the paper from him with a trembling hand, and was soon deep in the battle of Bull Run. Mechanically, I turned to the list of the killed and wounded. There it was: ' A. Byrant, First South Carolina. ' Children, I see it yet. Grandma paused, and a hush fell on the listening group. It was in October. The leaves were fast turning to brown and gold, and I was glad, dears, that the happiness of summer was past; for the autumn and coming winter seemed to mock less at my broken heart. I was standing at my window one evening looking aimlessly out at the swaying tops of the cedars; for the day had been stormy and a keen wind now whistled triumphantly through the branches, when I saw a stranger walking rapidly up the drive. Something in his ap- pearance made my heart beat rapidly and then stand still. I moved blindly in the direction of the door, and fainted on the threshold at Arthur ' s feet. He had been severely wounded on the battlefield, and was made prisoner; but at last he had been exchanged. And did you forget about your quarrel? Maggie asked, as grandma ceased. The old lady ' s face shone, though her eyes were misty. Forget, she said, gently; there was no room for remembrance, dearie, in the joy of that resurrection. Long afterwards, indeed, I told him the whole story of my belated slipper, and together we laughed over the mishap that had caused us so much pain. You always said that you forgave each other, grandma, said dreamy eyes, reproachfully. Yes, yes, little one, said grandma; that we did, and we were married the next Christmas Eve. V ju-- The Higher Criticism of Shakespeare HE} literature classes of Ward Seminary bid fair to shed much unexpected light on dark places in Shakespeare ' s immortal lines. One commentator, strictly of a scientific turn, seems to have analyzed the adorable Rosalind by means of the X ray, for she confidently informs us that the heroine of ' ' As You Like It ' ' possessed ' ' an interior quite as at- tractive as her exterior. Another, whose specialty seems to be the modernizing of the poet ' s effete diction, would have Hamlet mourn that the Almighty has ' ' fixed his gun against self- slaughter. ' ' We regret that she failed to bring the passage quite down by telling us whether the gun is a Gatlin or a Maxim. Still, in spite of a certain incompleteness, the work of these two original thinkers, and of others like them, marks a gratifying advance in Shakespearean criticism. U.5I.C A Musical Incident ago a young lady named NE bright morning not a very +¥ =8z JV — fj went down town to buy a new P. As she took her seat in the street car and opened her purse to pay the conductor, she dropped a J which rolled across the aisle. A young Vanderbilt student by the name of I whom she had met a j before at a musicale, stooped Presto, and, picking up the J, handed it to her with an air of B 53 She smiled at him Dolce, and expressed her thanks Rapidement. They were becoming very well acquainted when, at a sv in the road, they heard a report, and, learn- ing that the trolley had broken, were compelled to go the of the way on foot. They walked Largo up Spruce street, and had gone about J the distance, when she Subito remembered a j which she was to leave at Ward for Miss $£pjssig [|jtpg As he had an important engagement at the Polk } , he could only long enough to say good by. After accomplishing her errand at Ward, - — t-y— went Presto to the music store, where she began the Difficile task of selecting a P. On leaving the store, she again met Mr. F 3 and they walked home Adagio, well pleased with the experience of the morning. Chorus Club Flower Star(r) Jasmine Colors White and Green Motto ' Songs consecrate truth and liberty ' ftS3 r %£?• Officers IRENE RUSSELL MARY T. COOLIDGE Vice President ELIZABETH TAPPAN . . . Secretary MAY HARDIN . Treasurer President Members CLARA ANDERSON MARY BRINGHURST MARY BERRY FRANCES BERRY ANNIE CLARY BESSIE CRAIGE ADELE CLAUSEN MARY T. COOLIDGE NELLE CROTHERS LUCILE EVANS BYRD HENDERSON ELISHA HARRISON MARY MCDONALD LILLA BELLE PITTS ELIZABETH ROGERS IRENE RUSSELL ENID WARD ELOISE EWING FLORENCE GOODE MAY HARDIN EULAH JONES ELIZABETH LAMB ELISE MCMILLAN KATE PITTS MARY RIXEY ELIZABETH TAPPAN MABEL ROWELL W S$$- k J 1 ° (0 U Flower Pansy Colors Dark Blue and Gold IDA MASON COX Instructor Motto There is pansies that ' s for thoughts ■ OFFICERS HARRIETT YOUNG McGAVOCK .... President LILLIAN DEARING Vice President MARY DAVENPORT Secretary LOUISE BRIGHAM Treasurer LUCILE VINCENT ROGERS . . . Business Manager MEMBERS Kate Allen Pearl Long Ruth Aldridge Bessie Lucas Louise Brigham Tommie Lauderdale Celia Baird Harriett McGavock Adele Clausen Ada Ouarles Mary Davenport Gertrude Rice Lillian Dearing Andrewena Alexander Julia Ransom Mary Lee Dibrell Carolyn Rosenbaum Laura Elliott Lucile Vincent Rogers Bonito Hinton Edna Richardson Helen Hinton Mary Barbour Rixey Willie B. Jarratt Minnie Taylor Enid Ward Lucile Wilson PROGRAM Mary Lee Dibreli, THE SOUL OF THE VI Margaret Mantel Me THE ALBANY D William Dean H {An impersonation acters) ells ofst l did} THE LITTLE BLUE PIGEON 1 Eugene Field ' sleepy-time song J. Cheever Goodwin PROGRAM PART II. Laura Norvell Elliott Thorn Characters Louvois, a French captain Laboissiere, a lieutenant Padre Josef, a priest Mercedes, a Spanish girl Ursula, her grandmother A sergeant and soldiers ' fast friends —comedietta Re Henry Mabel Miss Dibrell Helen Miss Elliott PROGRAM PART I. Lucile Vincent Rogers the sign of the cross Wilson Barrett CHARACT Nero, Emperor of Rome Popp.ea, wife of Nero Marcus, Prefect of Rome Virturius, commander of the soldiers Marcus Tigellinus, counselor to Nero Eerenic Licinius, .35dile of the district Marcus Favius Fontellas, a philosopher and Christian scene I. The Persecution of the Christians SCENE II. Wooing of Berenice PRESENTED Stephanus, a boy twelve years of age, messenger of Favius Mercia, a Christian girl, loved by patrician, who loves scene nr. Mercia Saves Marcus PROGRAM 9F Lillian Frances Dearing DP l HOW JINNY EASED HER MIND Thomas Nelson Page :; ' THE VILLAGE SEAMSTRESS Kate Douglas Wiggin 5 ' URSUS AND AUROCHS Henry Sienkiewicz 7 ' A WIFE ' S PERPLEXITIES Mary Stewart Cutting PROGRAM Harriett Young McGavock 2 as the moon rose Pauline Phelps 4 {a) kitty of coleraine Charles Damon Shanly {b) constancy aunt tabor at the opera 8 CONNER Harper ' s Monthly e£$fc$ Uti f8aUan§ m ife uHeg ■■ y NV ;V V :-::;,.., -; SEVEN O ' CLOCK HE goes to breakfast in a flurry, Her ribbons and belt donned in a hurry. -.-. - .-. ■ EIGHT TO TWO O ' CLOCK ER lessons she cons from eight tilt two, With themes and topics not a few ' , V,, ■ r -■■ .-.-.-■.-: ■ ■ - - TWO O ' CLOCK T two P.M. to dinner she goes; There ' s nothing to eat, she very well knows. • THREE O ' CLOCK T three for a walk with teacher she goes, Although she had rather rest and repose. ■ - ■ FOUR O ' CLOCK HIS hour, the loveliest of the day, She reads or writes, sleeps or plays. FIVE O ' CLOCK OW for tea she must prepare; Put on ribbons, pin up hair. •• . ■■■;. • ' ■ - - : - . • -•.■■■• - SIX O ' CLOCK T six she hears the supper bell What ' s to come? She knows it well. ■■■•-,.■ - ... • r ;•■.. y.. c . ' ;. - SEVEN TO NINE O ' CLOCK N study hall two hours she spends; To work and fun these two she lends. • ;■ ' ..- ' ' TEN O ' CLOCK LL snug in bed she seems to be. Sweet dreams to thee! Sweet dreams to thee! ■.-.7.. -,-■.,- • ' - • ;•■■■...:. -:; i-- -.-- : -.:;■ ■■•■ .. ' V ■ ■ - ' ' -•.■ ' : -.•..- ' ..-■ ' ■■■ , . ELEVEN O ' CLOCK ND now the feast they do prepare, And try the teachers to beware. •■ - •:.- ■•■ ■ ' ..- : ' ■-:-■. ■■ . ■■■■■... ■ - ■■-■ ■ ■■ ■ ' . • -- - - - - - ■ ■ ■ - TWELVE O ' CLOCK HE FEAST. - t ; . : l7 ' ., -,. v: : -y :-.V. V ' ? ' -.v--- ...- ' - : ' -- ' - : ' Alpha Chapter of Delta Sigma Sorority (Founded in J 894) NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE OFFICERS . . Flower . . . . Marie Cocke . . Violet . . Grand High Mogul Margaret McDonald . . Colors . . . . Light Blue and Purple . . Vice Regent Evelyn Watkins, Chartuliaria Nannie Craig, Quaestor Yell Delta Sigma, Delta Sigma ! Mayette, Mayette ! Dixie, Dixie, Dixie, Dixie, Dum Vivimus, Vivamus. Marie Tappan Coolidge Mary Davenport Viva Harrison Elizabeth Rogers Margaret Theus ROLL FOR 1902-1903 Marie Cocke Fannie Ezell Theresa Henderson Lucile Vargrave Rogers Nannie Craig Annie Keith Frazier Margaret McDonald Mabel Scales Evelyn Watkins BETA CHAPTER, AT OGONTZ-OGONTZ, PA. Sorores in Urbe Martha Lanier Scruggs Mrs. W. F. Allen Mrs. J. E. Garner Mrs Johnson Bransford Miss Julia Dudley IRK ___ x vsfAHP SEMINARY: 3cmT - «£L « - ,y .v - Colors Emerald and Old Gold Flower White Carnation OFFICERS MARY SUMMEY ELIZABETH LAMB MARY BARBOUR RIXEY CHRISTINA CARUTHERS . President Vice President Secretary . Treasurer MARGARETTE WADE, Sergeant-at-Arms MEMBERS ELIZABETH LAMB Tennessee MARIE COTTER Texas BERTHA RAUSCHER Tennessee CHRISTINA CARUTHERS . . . Kentucky MARY BARBOUR RIXEY Virginia MARGARETTE WADE . . . . ' . ' . . . Tennessee MARY SUMMEY Tennessee The D. Q. R s T came pass in the year Nineteen Hundred and Three that the D. Q. R. Club dwelt in the school, of Ward; and the club grew and the members dwelt long in the land which their sisters had handed down to them through many generations. It came to pass one day in the same year that one of our number became very sleepy in class, because of a long, weary journey that morning in the Country of Wordsworth. Suddenly there came a voice from the distance, like unto the voice of thunder, speaking her doom: Miss Summey, you had better wash your face. In the same year, on the seventeenth day of the same month, a D. Q. R. appeared with a Phi Delta Theta pin. Great was the conster- nation among our host. When our leader knew the cause of the trouble, she begged that the awful pin be removed. The next morning Mar- garette was free again, and peace reigned in all the land. Then a prophet from a far country came up to see us. So we drew near to him and besought him to unfold to us the mysteries of the future. Thus did he speak unto Bertha : My child, fear not. Thou shalt not be an old maid ; this I promise thee. In the days to come there shall be such a wedding as was never before seen in all the land; and this time you shall have the first place, and not the second. There was one who had moved out from among us to live in a land inhabited by strange people. In vain did we plead with her, but Marie persisted in the way of the transgressor, and unto this day she remains in the city. In those days there was a famine in all the land, for the people missed Lamb, especially Margarette, who had a Hardy appetite; and the people murmured and cried unto their leader if, percha nce, she knew how the plague could be removed. This wise leader called forth Chic(ken), which pacified the longings of the people. The sky was bright now for a long time, until one of our number fell sick and was compelled to go to the doctor every day. After several days of mourning, some one asked Floy the cause of this, and thus she spoke unto us : Why, don ' t you know? It is because I can pass over by the corner of the Tulane without a teacher. Now, Christine was a high-minded girl. Perhaps this can account for her preference for students who have dreams of a rectory. Her sisters pleaded with her to attend her own church; but it was all in vain, for she said that it was only at the Episcopal Church that she could see the one she liked. And this is how it came to pass that our sister wandered from the right way. Alas ! One day the sky was again clouded, when we realized that Hattie was fond of putting - on Ayres, for there was a great fear throughout the land. At last came the day when Bertha, our stand- by, declared that she could cure it ; for she had a brother who was a specialist in this line. Then the brother was brought up, and Hattie forgot her Ayres and decided to settle down to the quiet life of a Weaver. O, my past and future sisters, we are ashamed and blush to lift our faces in the evening and in the morning, for Mary Barbour, our last to fall of all the Club of 1903! A long time she was faithful ; but — alas! — at last she wandered from the Wright with a determined Will. Since those days we have, for her sins, mourned in sackcloth and ashes, and hope that she will be forgiven by you against whom she has trans- gressed. MISS I.YDA JACKSON Colors Army Blue and Gold Flower Night-blcoming Jasmine OFFICERS LYDA JACKSON President DAISY D. SMITH Vice President JOE CHEAIRS Secretary and Treasurer HALLIE HOPKINS . . Sergeant-at-arms ROLL CALL, 1902-1903 LYDA JACKSON . . Arkansas HALLIE HOPKINS .... Tennessee JOE CHEAIRS Mississippi DAISY D. SMITH • Mississippi FLOY WOOTEN Arkansas KATHLEEN CARR Texas MARY MCDONALD Arkansas THE _SEMI_NARY. Officers ANNA R. COLE President MARTHA BUFORD Vice President SARAH BERRY Secretary mm ' -,■••■.■.?£ w THE ARGONAUTS MEMBERS Organized in 1903 Sarah Berry Martha Buford Anna Russell Cole Mary Dibrell Margaret Fall Neeeie Fall Mary Frazer Laura Malone Mary Louise Warner Valery Trudeau Sadie Warner Honorary Member Miss Elizabeth Chapman safe $fu m$f£ m JFrn. $®Ml% TM FamS KJi i MJi LaUa Ste S.V - - - ..ac 8!M5 • THI ' 63 Pit-a-pat and Tip-a-toe Hi ARD ' S mascots ! Do you know Pit-a-pat and Tip-a-toe ? They ' re loved where ' er they go — Pit-a-pat and Tip-a-toe. Hair so soft and white, Eyes so kind and bright, A most engaging sight — Pit-a-pat and Tip-a toe. Mrs. L, n ' s darling pets, Pit-a-pat and Tip-a-toe; Whose slightest wish she ne ' er forgets, Pit-a-pat and Tip-a-toe. For naught}- tricks the}- sometimes smart; But, merry, in and out they dart, And they do their little part — Pit-a-pat and Tip-a-toe. THE Programme of St Cecilia Day November 22, 1902 I. A musical game, entitled The Wedding of the Operas. 1. Name the bride and the groom. 5 2. What was the bride called, from i | the circumstances of her wedding? 1 3. At what sort of party did they | meet ? = 4. He went • he called ? l minstrel; what was | 5. She went as an Austrian peasant; Z ,„| what was she called ? §,„ 6. At the wedding, what Spanish girl was maid of honor? 10. What mythological personage presided over the music? What noted Swiss was best man? 11. Who sung at the ceremony? 8. What two ladies (friends of Doni- zetti) were bridesmaids ? 9. What four Germans ushers ? 12. What noted person from Japan was present ? 13. .What noted bells were rung : honor of the wedding? BiiiKiMii milium | 14. Upon what ship did they take | | their wedding trip ? z 15. When on the voyage, who cap- g tured them ? 16. What virtue sustained them in captivity? 17. What geHtleman of dark com- plexion rescued them? = 18. What historical people enter- § i tained them in France? h = 19. In Northeast Italy, what grand | affair did they attend ? 20. Who showed them the sights of Venice ? II. Piano selections from popular operas. III. Refreshments served by four young ladies, representing Carmen, Bohemian Girl, Yum- Yum (from Mikado), and Patience. IV. Awarding of prizes, which were a picture of St. Cecilia (Hanjoki) and a musical calendar. St Cecilia 5F H, gentle maid, on whose radiant brow Through all the years unfading genius shines, Thou didst not face grim martyrdom in vain. For happy birds awake to joyous lays; The golden sunshine, telling the sad earth Of that fair summer land beyond the sky; Lovers who wander ' neath the silv ' ry moon, Happy, yet sad, smiling and yet weeping, Telling the story old, and yet so new; Children singing in their innocent glee, Mothers at eve crooning their babes to rest; The heroes who die at their land ' s behest — These and every heart attuned to song Shall voice thy praise while ages roll along. 99 9999 y , Colors Flower Purple and Gold Chrysanthemum Ydl Barum, barum, barum ! Barum, barum, boree ! Allegre, presto, S. C. C! v Club Day St. Cecilia Day, November 22, 1903 OFFICERS IRENE RUSSELL . . . President DOVEY MYERS Vice President MABEL ROWELL Secretary MARY McCRAE Treasurer MISS ELIZABETH CALDWELL Musical Director THI ps ILLUSTRATORS. FLORENCE GOODE NONA HENDERSON REBECCA BAIRD THERESA HENDERSON KATE TILLETT CHRISTINE JOHNSON CLARA MOORE BETTIE ARCHER MAY HARDIN KATE PITTS MRS. FLYNN LUCIE WILKS RUTH ALDRIDGE GARLAND SMITH MABEL POTTER ANNA BLANTON MARY FITE TURLEY KATHLEEN CARR JEANNETTE FISHER WILLIE BELLE CLARK FLORENCE GOODE President PEARL LONG .... Vice President EVELYN WATKINS . . Secretary THERESA HENDERSON COMMITTEE CHAIRMEN w LILLA BELLE PITTS . . . . . Chairman of Prayer Meeting Committee MARY BOYD BRANSFORD . . . Chairman of Lookout Committee IRENE RUSSELL . . Chairman of Missionary Committee LTJTIE SCOTT . . Chairman of Music Committee MARY BARBOUR RIXEY Chairman of Reception Committee ELLEN SELMAN . . . . . . . Chairman of Whatsoever Committee Yell Razzle, dazzle! Hobble, gobble! Zip, boom, bah! Alabama, Alabama! Rah, rah, rah! Colors Flower Crimson and White Eglantine OFFICERS IRENE RUSSELL . . President BELLE DAVIDSON . Vice President FLORENCE GOODE .... Secretary JOANNA BATTLE Elizabeth Parker, Tuscaloosa Fannie Burton, Madison Joanna Battle, Huntsville Belle Davidson, Tuscaloosa Mary Ellen Graham, Prattville Florence Goode, Gastonburg Annie Schiffman, Huntsville MEMBERS Nona Henderson, Talladega Mart Hicks, Talladega Jessie Hicks, Talladega Mary Belle Jones, Montgomery Mary Lilly Price, Dayton Irene Russell, Athens Cora Schiffman, Huntsville MEMBERS Nannie Craig Lutie Scott Carolyn Rosenbaum Ruth Aldridge Daisy D. Smith Bettie Archer Viva Harrison Mabel Scales Helen Hinton Bonito Hinton Clara Moore Fannie Berry Miss Jessie K. Wardlaw Mary Berry Lucile Wilson Honorary Member Mary Zenor Elise McMillan Lena Cole Lilla Belle Pitts Lucile Jackson Agnes Taylor Re Sutherland Joe Cheairs Kate Eason, Kate Pitts Elise Moore Colors Crimson and Gold Flotoer Daisy Officers THERESA HENDERSON . President LOUISE BRIGHAM Vice President MARY SUMMEY Secretary MARTHA WILSON Treasurer LEONORA BAILEY, LILLIAN DEARING Sergeants-at-Arms Motto ' Honor to our State ' Yell Boomalaka, boomalaka! Bow, wow, wow ! Chinckalaka, chinckalaka! Chow, chow, chow! Boomalaka, chinckalaka! Who are we ? The Ward girls of Tennessee! EULAH JONES FANNIE M. LONGMAN BESSIE LUCAS REBECCA LUCAS ELIZABETH LAMB BESSIE BARRINGER LYON MARTHA MANEY THERESA McGAVOCK HARRIETT McGAVOCK HELEN MORRISON MACKIE PICKENS XENNIE PICKENS FLOY RATHER LULIE RANDLE BERTHA RAUSCHER PEARL RANSOM LUCILE VINCENT ROGERS NINA SHOFFNER MARY SUMMEY THATCH MINNIE TAYLOR NANNIE LEE TRIGG MARGARETTE WADE EVELYN WATKINS MARTHA WILSON ZELLE WILKES ANDREWENA ALEXANDER NORA ARNOLD AGNES BENNETT LEONORA BAILEY LOUISE BRIGHAM ANNA BLANTON ELIZABETH CALDWELL MARGARET M. CALDWELL ANNIE CLARY LUCIE CLARK BESSIE CRAIGE LILLIAN DEARING KATHERINE DIBRELL MEMBERS PHILA DONELSON MARY DAVENPORT FANNIE EZELL ELOISE EWING ANNIE KEITH FRAZIER ALICE GIBSON MARY HENDERSON THERESA HENDERSON SUSIE HICKERSON ELISHA HARRISON HALLIE HOPKINS CORA HARDY MARTHA HOPKINS WILLIE B. JARRATT Motto Live and learn v - Colors Flower Red and White Clover Blossom LYell Oske, wow, wow ! Skin-ee, wow, wow ! Illinois, Illinois, Illinois ! OFFICERS Bessie Parish President Mabel Potter Vice President Gertrude Rice Secretary Mabel Boyd Treasurer MEMBERS BESSIE Parish Reba Wills Mabel Boyd Gertrude Rice Annie Stinson Lucile Evans Colors 1 Fl °u er Crimson and White v fi Daisv Motto Yell United, we stand; divided, we fall Horses, whisky, guns, and pluck ! We ' re the girls from old Kentuck ! Officers MARY BOYD BRANSFORD President CLARA ELIZABETH PARK .... Vice President ELIZABETH ROGERS Secretary ANNA LEE FOREMAN . . Treasurer Members Mary Boyd Bransford . . Owensboro Clara Elizabeth Park .... Mayfield Elizabeth Rogers Versailles Lucile Vargrave Rogers ....... Versailles Anna LEE Foreman Taylorsville Anne Logan Muir ...... Hodgensville Pearl Robertson Smithland Christine Caruthers . . . Elkton Martha Allen . . Morganfield OVMAHA. OFFICERS GERTRUDE SOKOLOSRT MARGARET THEUS MARGARET BEERS President Vice President Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS MAY WILLIAMS MARY BRINGHURST Colors Olive Green and Blue Flower Wild Jasmine Motto Johnny on the spot Yell Rah, rah, rah ! Louisiana ! Chief Inspiration Dripped Coffee Motto ' Justice and peace rule the people ' ' Flower Apple Blossom Hickety huss, hickety huss ! Don ' t we make a lot of fuss ? Lots of jaw, lots of jaw ! We ' re the girls from Arkansas ! OFFICERS CAROLINE McRAE President MARY MCDONALD Vice President HATTIE SHORT Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS Cecile Bryak Mabel Bryan Marie Cocke Mary T. Coolidge MaTTIe Mai Davis Sunshine Greditzer May Hardin Lyda Jackson Elise Mims Dardis McDaniel Mary McDonald Mary E. McRae Caroline McRae Hattie Short Elizabeth Tappan Floy Wooten CXB Yell Rattle de thrat, de thrat, de thrat ! Rattle de thrat, de thrat, de thrat ! Long horn, cactus thorn ! Texas, Texas, Texas ! Moo-o-o-o ! Texas ! Flower Cactus Colors White and Gold Motto Do others or they ' ll do you ' l OFFICERS MABEL ROWELL President SUSIE SHELTON . . • Vice President ANNIE McKAMY . . . Secretary MILDRED ERWIN, Treasurer MEMBERS EUGENIE ALFORD Madame Pompadour KATE ALLEN Florena Flirtenburg FANNIE CAMPBELL Tiny Touch-me-not BYRD HENDERSON Maney Doolittle MILDRED ERWIN Susana Frisk KATHERINE LINDSLEY ANNIE McKAMY MABEL ROWELL SUSIE SHELTON GARLAND SMITH ENID WARD Sherina Whitman Faith Goodall Truth Downcast Lorena Giggleall Pricilla Silenceman . Queenie Queennan Setitfy aroi n Yell Rah, rah, rah ! Re, re, re ! Carolina, Carolina ! S. C. C. ! Colors Blue and White Flower Motto Cotton Bloom To do or die ' ' OFFICERS SARA TREZEVANT BADHAM President JENNY STEVENSON Vice President SARA T. BADHAM Treasurer JENNY STEVENSON . . Secretary MEMBERS SARA T. BADHAM JENNY STEVENSON MISS M. L. McCLINTOCK, Honorary Member THE 183 Motto Jamais En Arriere Colors Red, White, and Blue Flower Fleur de Lis Officers M ' LLE ANTOINETTE FLEUR Y ...... Leader MISS CALDWELL Business Manager Members Johnnie Blanton Moiiie McClintock Annie Blanton Bett ' ie Chapman Lizzie Caldwell Sallie McIlwaine Bessie Jay Parker Lillie Morton Mickey McDonald Chic Hardy Qiieries Whv is Mickey McDonald so very deliberate? Whv cannot Lizzie Caldwell learn the numerals ? She is big enough. ! Whv does Sallie McIlwaine know even ' one else ' s question better than her own ? Why should Lillie Morton confound the words fiance and ' ' financier ' ' and be so embarrassed thereby ? Whv should the club be convulsed when Mademoiselle asks Bettie Chapman the harmless question : Mademoiselle, aimez- vous entendre chanter les petits oiseaux le matin ? The prize for regular attendance has been awarded to Johnnie Blanton . i85 B D H To K M N O P Q R 5 for Agnes, a very good girl, Whose travels extended all over the world, is for Bessie, and every one knows Her highest ambition is Vanderbilt beaux, is for Carter, so graceful and gay; May she ever be with us, both by night and by day. is for Dudley, Amelia ' s last name, But for only a few years will it be the same, is for Excellent, which the smart girls do get, And it is a sure sign of energy To I,et. is for Fermine, the Pride of Ward School, Who never was known to disobey any rule, is for Gertrude, and also for Goode, Who studied each day as much as they could, is for Home, where dwell memories sweet Of boys and dances and good things to eat. ; for the writer, whose modesty tends anonymous until the end. s for John. Now you may think she ' s a boy; I hate it, but I have your expectations to destroy, is for Kate, who on us threatens to tell; But we only laugh, for we know her too well. is for Louise, in French unsurpassed. She is always the first to get to her class, is for Martha, our prophet renowned, Whose poetic fame has spread through our town, is for Neil. Though unusually small. She is loved and honored by her classmates all. is for Odil, with those large, brown eyes, And I am sure in their depths some magic lies. is for Potter and Park, friends true. Who admire beautiful poetry as few others do. is for Questions we are asked each day, And for the right answers we earnestly pray, is for Recess, when to Mrs. Tony ' s we run; But if we are caught, you may be sure it ' s no fun. is for Sadie, the Class President. To her all the work for The Iris is sent, is for Tip-a-Toe, our Pit-a-pat ' s child; And when the girls see her, they almost go wild, is for TJs, the Class of 1903. When we are gone, what will the school be? is for Valery, a bad little girl, Whose equal will ne ' er be found in this world, s for Ward, a school for young ladies; We have them all sizes, from grown down to babies, and p are so troublesome to use • I think I will bid farewell to my muse. Valery Trudeau. u V w X,Y, CHEAP COLUMNS. Matter under this head, SEVEN CENTS PER LINE, seven ordinary words to the line. No advertisement taken for less than fifteen cents. Advertisements must be handed in by twelve o ' clock, noon, to insure ' tis publication in all issues of same date sweet ' WANTED. FOR SALE. to court tat oh how WANTED— The ninth encore. C. ROLAND FLICK. FOR SALE— Revised version of the Bible. Sample verse ; Consider the ravens of the field; they toil not, neither do they spin. Apply to KATE EASON. WANTED— Position as Modern Sapphira. Recommendations given. NONA HENDERSON. bitter to FOR SALE— New edition of The Life of Matthew Arnold, the American Traitor. WANTED— Pupils on the accordion; hours: SP.M. until6 P.M.; 9 P.M. until 1 A.M.; noise all hours. Apply to VIVA HARRISON. a gal LOST. LOST— A bottle of antifat. Finder please return to HETTIE DUNCAN and receive ample reward. LOST— A Ward pin. Return to ELIZABETH MURRAY. then not her balls! WANTED— A trip to England. KATHERINE LINDSLEY. WANTED— A position as reporter on the Daily News. Apply to MARY DAVENPORT. LOST— Thoughts on Love and (W)Right. Finder please return to BESSIE TAPPAN. the mule stood WANTED — A topic for conversation. Ap- ply to BESSIE CRAIGE. WANTED— A tonic warranted to produce the love of Miss Chapman. Apply to MISSES SUMMEY and PRICE. WANTED— A position as nursery govern- ess. Apply to IRENE RUSSELL. WANTED— An instructor of Flinch. Ap- ply to THE WARD TEACHERS. WANTED— A competent translator of Ger- man. Apply to MISS CORA HARDY. Per E. Wilm. WANTED— A subscription to The Iris. MARTHA BUFORD. WANTED— Girls with strong constitutions to take to the flour mills and cooking schools. Apply to MISS ELIZABETH PARKER. the steam- LOST— One year ' s sleep. Please return to MARIE COCKE. boat deck LOST— The art of getting thin. Return to MISSES COOLIDGE and CRAIG. land he would FOUND. not tread FOUND— A name for violin. C. ROLAND FLICK. pulled the halter around his FOUND— That I have violins, racks, and music for sale. LUTIE SCOTT. PERSONAL. LADIES— Use our celebrated and and beat WANTED — To know what you are goin do with sensi for thin op is him over the head hope, young ladies, that you all will get all you want and that none of left on the market respect- fully, The Com- positor Pet Sayings Miss McClintock : Good ! O, yes, you do know it ! Miss Chapman : ' ' How many of you expect to graduate ? What is the poetical justice ? Margaret Fall : Now, that ' s logic for you. Cecile Bryan : I don ' t know, but — Elizabeth Murray : Far be it from me to criticise. Shirley Cummins : I beg your pardon. RowENA Carter : I positively don ' t know a thing. Elizabeth Dallas : Bon jour, mademoiselle. Leonora Bailey: If I were a king — ah, love, if I were a king, what tributary nations would I bring to swear allegiance to your lips and eyes and hair ! ' ' Miss Hardy : Punctuation faulty. ValERY Trudeau : Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, but do them first. MAI CLUB Colors Black and White Flower Bachelor ' s Buttons Motto Tis better to give th an to receive. ' OFFICERS White IRA RUSSELL Postmaster General ARTHUR BLANTON City Mail Inspector MR. MILLER, Superintendent of Branch Office JIMMIE HARRISON Mail Carrier CHRISTOPHER CARUTHERS Mail Carrier MAIL DISTRIBUTORS MAX DAVENPORT CHRISTOPHER CARUTHERS JIMMIE HARRISON KARL PITTS Black DENNIS Express Messenger McKEEVAR Patrol b GRADUATE ' S RECITAL that ba balls! Last evening in Ward Seminary chapel which wor where one of the most enjoyable elocution re- ries nd citals of the season was given by Miss me that this is me Mabel Scales. Miss Scales is an exceed- most ingly talented young woman, showing is that from thorough training and marked dramatic I am essee abilities. She gave her selections with not nt for an ease and grace rarely found in one so a mind people young. The hit of the evening was a reader will sparkling little piece called ' ' The Mail so do Carrier ' s Courtship. I can to you tell what will Mayor Head is contemplating an over you be a of the se al ments. want Sent by mistake to Max Davenport Dear Jimmie : I thank you so very much for the beautiful flowers which you sent me last evening. They were simply lovely, and I can ' t begin to tell you how much I appreciate them. I am glad you enjoyed the Mail Carrier ' s Courtship. I think it is quite an attractive little selection, only I always get angry with the heroine for sending the wrong letters to the wrong people. Careless girl ! Moral : Look better before you seal. Mrs. Blanton has given us back our privileges — thank goodness ! — and, at last, poetic justice, which has been meted out to us in large quantities since the first of April, has been discontinued for the present ; so I shall be delighted to see you Friday afternoon, and I hope you will tell me why you think there is anything serious between Max Davenport and myself. Yale is entirely too far away for me to think seriously of him. It is an exploded theory, you know, that ' ' absence makes the heart grow fonder ; so you have absolutely no cause to be jealous of him. I am delighted to hear that Carl Pitts is at Vanderbilt now, and I hope I shall have the pleasure of seeing him soon. My ! Here is the bell ; so I guess I will have to say good night. Thanking you again for the flowers, and hoping to see j ' ou Friday, I am, Faithfully yours, Ward, April 18, 1903. Mabei, Scales. Sent by mistake to Jimmie Harrison Dbarest Max : As study hall is almost over, I shall only have time for a short note to-night. The recital came off beautifully; and, really, I feel quite proud of myself. Every one seemed to like that little selection entitled The Mail Carrier ' s Courtship so much. You remember it appeared as a storiette in one of the magazines last fall, and we read it together the day you left for Yale. Let me tell you something funny. You remember that horrible bore we met last summer, one Mr. J imm ie Harrison, from Macon, Miss. Well, he simply pursues me on all occasions. I have been dreadfully rude to him at times, but he never seems to take the hint. He seems to be rather jealous of you, and I came within an ace of telling him of our engagement the other day; but it is rather nice to flirt with him, and you don ' t care, do you, Max ? How is Christopher Caruthers getting along ? Be sure to tell him ' ' hello ' ' for me. 0, there is the bell ! Every time I start to do anything here the bell rings. Take care of yourself and be a good boy. As ever, Ward Seminary, April 18, 1903. Mabei,. M ! cd •H S D CO •d (4 cd O f- O rH ■4J Fh o Pi S3 CD cd n ID rH cd h- rH •H Fh D ■0 cd cd O o CD M s cd o •H cd r-i cd fH hD O o mo gtfjer££I|itxg for gtf£r£kd£ ♦t QJ Young Ladies of WARD SEMINARY W7E are always delighted to receive a visit from you. UR store is constantly replete with high- grade novelties from all parts of the world. % 230 North Cherry Street §Ma.ny of the groups in this hook ivere made by this firm 5VC€tt€ 0- ' 0 THE YOUNG LADIES OF WARD SEMINARY Have for a long time been partial to our bank. We desire a continuance of this, and to that end we promise to always maintain the uniform courtesy and efficient service that have secured for us so many friends at your Seminary. The Savings Department, which pays three per cent compound interest, is an excellent feature. We would be glad to mail you our booklet, which explains how to start a bank account with $1. THE UNION BANK AND TRUST COMPANY College Street, Nashville, Term. THE DAILY NEWS is, and is so acknowledged, Tennessee ' s leading; Democratic Newspaper. Delivered, 6 cents per week ; by mail, 1 month, 25 cents; 6 months, $1.50; 12 months, $3.00. . . . . . . . . THE DAILY NEWS NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE The Satisfactory Store Is Ready to Serve You with the Best and Newest in DRY GOODS, DRAPERIES -AND- Ready=made Garments The reputation of selling GOOD GOODS— noth- ing else — for more than forty years is a safeguard when buying anything here . . . . . . . . . . . . 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STERLING GILT, 35 cents, 75 cents, $1 Mail Orders and Correspond- ence have prompt attention Watches and Jewelry Repaired $. Jt. tftief fewelrif Cempanif 404 UNION STREET, NASHVILLE, TENN. Middle Tennessee ' s Leading Department Store At all times a Full and Complete Line of Reliable Merchandise Satisfaction Guaranteed A FINE DRESSMAKING Special Attention to Making Evening and Wedding Gowns $ $ LADIES READY= T0=WEAR DEPARTMENT A Complete Show- ing of the Season ' s Newest Novelties f£ A Carpets Lace Curtains FALL 1903 Fashion ' s Latest in Silks Dress Goods Gloves Ribbons Handker= chiefs, Etc. A Great Variety Special Inducements to all Young Ladies attending Ward Sem- inary A A OUR FIRST AIM IS TO PLEASE We Enow Our Goods and Prices are Right FINE FOOTWEAR For Women, Misses, and Children. Buy Your Shoes Here £ £ and be Satisfied A THE SEASON ' S LATEST IN FINE MILLINERY £ Careful Attention Given All Orders In= trusted to Us A A Trunks Hand Bags, Etc. The Ca stner-Knofct, Dry Goods Co. GENY BROS. Jkridts ti Choice Cut Flowers and Floral Designs 712 Church Street Telephone 913 ESTABLISHED IN 1S68 WHUS G. WIIJ,IAMS JOSEPH EZZEW W. G. WILLIAMS CO. M Fancy Grocers M Oat-of-tcwn Orders Promptly Fitted 627 Church Street, Nashville, Tenn. Telephone 556 WARREN BROS. CO. DEALERS IN Artists f cMaterials £ Corner Church and College Streets Supplies for Draughting-, Designing, Etching, Pen and Ink Drawing, China Painting, Scene Painting, Miniature Painting, Modeling, Illustrating. Also supplies for Oil Painting, Pastel Painting, Sketching, Crayon Drawing, Gilding, Interior Decorations, Tap- estry Painting, Water-color Painting, and Fresco Painting. A. B00TH 6©. Wholesale and Retail Dealers in and Shippers of Fish, Oysters, Game, and Cold Storage Meats 221 North Cherry Street, Nashville, Tenn. RETAIL STALL, MARKET HOUSE HOTEL, SUPPLIES Long-distance Telephone 583 Weaklei( ' ' is the pla.ee to buy Carpets, Wall Paper Pyrography Supplies 207 North College Street, Nashville Send to Oe MRTTE© ' S for and Fruits Sandies North Spruce Street 6orner ©hurch T. J.MOONEY M. F. ROONEY PRESIDENT TREASURER T. J. MOONEY COMPANY NASHVILLE, TENN. FINE PLUMBING STEAM AND HOT-WATER. HEATING OFFICE, AND SALE.S ROOM 617 CHURCH STREET Warehouse and Shop, in Rear of 140=144 North Spruce Street TELEPHONE 641 MEADORS SON Up-to-date Shoes ... at Right Prices ...FINE SHOES.. FOR FINE FEET We invite you to call to see os 306 UNION STREET NASHVILLE, TENN l POSTBR I ' Hutm, £U ' iioitcr; ££ W 131.3 L3 v L,t;LU ,K nK ol ' Kl • 4i1iHWv ' VK : l ' fe l Vault, j[j, li iH fl.|i ,.l:U-, -J i r McQuiddy Printing Company Printers Stati oners Binders Invite your attention to their line of Fine Stationery and Die and Plate Work. This book is from their press. College Annuals and Catalogues a specialty . . k 3 1 2 72 North Market Street, Nashville, Tenn. A W. H. HOWE, President D. L. ANDERSON, Treasurer J. H. HOWE, Manager Wm. P. HOWE, Secretary Jno. B. HOWE, Superintendent The Howe Ice Company MANUFACTURERS OF AND DEALERS IN . . . Pure Distilled Water Ice . . . ICE CAPACITY, 200 TONS DAILY COLD STORAGE, 150,000 CUBIC FEET OFFICE, CORNER CHERRY AND UNION STREETS FACTORY, CORNER CHERRY AND JACKSON STREETS READ THE ifctehville Scanner PRINTS ALL THE NEWS ALL THE TIME Circulation guaranteed to be more than double that of any other Nash- ville newspaper American national Bank CAPITAL, $1,000,000 A General Banking and Foreign Exchange Business transacted. We issue Travelers ' Let- ters of Credit and International Cheques, avail- able in all parts of the world. Collections carefully made and promptly reported. All accounts solicited W. W. BERRY, President A. H. ROBINSON, Vice President N. P. LeSTJEUR, Cashier DIRECTORS W. W. BERRY THOMAS I,. HERBERT BYRD DOUGI.AS G. M. NEE1,Y HORATIO BERRY A. H. ROBINSON R. W. TURNER NORMAN KIRKMAN JOHN B. RANSOM USE: ELECTRIC LIGHTS They are Convenient They are Clean They are Cheap Ward Seminary is Lighted by the NASHVILLE RAILWAY 4 LIGHT CO uum ' ...:... : ' .msms THE ONLY PLACE TO BUY Pit Orp mnos and ans Sheet Ttfusic and Small Snstruments and the Wonderful jingelus tPiano {Players FRANK G. FITE 531-533 Church Street NASHVILLE TENNESSEE ;o°)5 o= )A foj° ' - ■- ' - ' .: ' . - ■:• : ..-. • -■ ' . JOHN BRANHAM L. W. HALI,, JR. BRANHAM HALL HIGH-GRADE Shoes, Suit Gases, Bags, and Umbrellas AT THE LOWEST PRICES 235 North Summer Street, Nashville, Tenn. TELEPHONE 67 56=)S r°°;£«° ;o JOHN D. ANDERSON GO. SALES OF EMPIRE COAL FOR SEVEN YEARS 1896-1897 481 ,009 bushels 1897-1898 494, 104 1898-1899 712,897 1899-1900 910,327 1900-1901 1,000,880 1901-1902 1,120,599 1902-1903 i,359. 7l He who runs may read TELEPHONE 306 J. H. FALL CO. (INCORPORATED) WHOLESALE AND RETAIL HARDWARE, 317 NORTH COLLEGE STREET NASHVILLE, TENN. A full line of Tennis and Croquet Sets, ' Baseball and Golf Goods, Fishing Tackle, Etc, YOUR. PATRONAGE SOLICITED J. W. McCLELLAN, Manager 4b HOLBROOK, MoGLELLAN JONES DEALERS IN Fresh Butter, Country Produce, Eggs, Boiled Boneless Hams, Sliced Ham, Poultry | STORE TELEPHONE 746 STALL 64, MARKET HOUSE. Telephone 247 WAREHOUSE, 321 BROAD STREET | NASHVILLE TENNESSEE Jungertnan Rust GROCERS OUT-OF-TOWN ORDERS PROMPTLY FILLED. NO CHARGE FOR PACKING 403 Public Square Nashville, Tenn. NIGHT MESSAGES AT REDUCED RATES L When You Have With some one in another town or Uryeni DlIcSl 0(333 city, remember that you can reach him the quickest by Telephone. . . ' The most delightful pleasure, next to seeing your daughter, is a long-distance conversation with her over the Long-distance Telephone, No. 372, in the Ward Seminary office. Try it I CUMBERLAND TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY GRAY DUDLEY HARDWAI House Furnishings j _ .. Lamps .. :m - Silverware - g 3M Clocks .. p Cutlery ik j£sU •m rai Athletic Goods . Cut Glass Trunks ■■J -JLnM r LrTfk-JtrTjRHrTdtrTArJtr rTMr-JlrJHT- MrM, -JW - U .ft, ffl, - r Jt. , tr lr -JW -i JW r tAt r J - ,Hf A STARR PIANOS 1 CLAUDE P. STREET Manager Are made in our own factory, which is one of the largest and best equipped in the world. Their superior qualities and remarkable durability have earned for them an enviable reputation among the few reliable pianos. A critical examination will interest and repay you. Write us for prices and catalogues. We are also exclusive agents for Steinway, Knabe, and Vose Pianos. Jesse French Piano and Organ Company 240 and 242 NORTH SUMMER STREET PIANOS FOR RENT NASHVILLE, TENN. | a I j LArAA dSKAJkJ S Jtkj uAjJtx. A jfaMi fejg H fe fafefe jftcAjaoiiBk Acjfcj«iA;«i!fc: i j tyqjjjFiygSr-xijp gt i e ! SgiH|gr3gjirnjji gcv -uqpr ri Tipriiig ic xpniqp fi iprjqjpK jKTjjr mjprnjr rajjprsgr Wk Doridtr $ Sidcbottotn f WARD PENNANTS w I Cakes and Candies I Ice Cream .... Ladies ' and Gents ' | Restaurant ft Class 9im Wateheg SDiamcnda 4 5I3 CHURCH STREET NASHVILLE Ji Fine Repairing ji George R.Calhoun 4 Co. | - ■jjjjinijjprmjra c jjjl jjji jjjjl 1 jpn jr]ipio5|jpr rj|jpT ra|jpr The Jewelers Summer and Union Streets BIGHAM SMITH 237 NORTH SUMMER STREET NASHVILLE TENNESSEE OOKS, Stationery, and Office Supplies, Largest stock of Waterman ' s Fountain Pens in Nashfrille. Large line of up- to-date Box Stationery, Engraved In- vitations, Visiting Cards, Etc. Will furnish any book at publishers ' prices. Will get any book that is in print for you. Call to see us or write to us. jMe Stands for the highest artistic excellence of instruction in all its departments. A season in Europe open to all; write for particulars. Dormitory for lady students. Centrally located. Catalogue and illustrated booklet V COLLEGE OF MUSIC OF CINCINNATI V V or A. J. GANTVOORT, Manager, Elm Street, opposite Washington Park. The twenty-sixth academic year will ' begin on September 7, 1903 imp TABLE LUXURIES A SPECIALTY Orr, Jackson Co. 176 North Market Street NASHVILLE . . TENNESSEE JOBBERS OF FANCY GROCERIES D. C HEATH CO. Publishers of Text-books for Schools and Colleges BOSTON NEW YORK CHICAGO  — — «  t   0  0 0  «0— 0 — O«0000      —  — 000— 000 —  0 0  —   — ♦ TIMOTHY DRY GOODS and Carpet Company is located on College Street, between the Public Square and Union Street V . ' V TIMOTHYS Carry the largest stock of Carpets in the city of Nashville V V V V V Y V Y V TIMOTHYS Conduct a first-class, ready-made Cloak and Suit Department Y ' . ' TIMOTHYS Have long been recognized as conducting one of the best Silk houses in the South TIMOTHYS Are reliable and responsible in every way Y Y Send them your orders for Carpets or write to them for samples of Dress Goods and Silks Timothy Dry Goods and Carpet Company NASHVILLE, - - TENNESSEE  0 00 00   0 0 — «  0 — 00  00  0 0— W 00 000 00 0   0000 00 0  0 — 00  «00 « H FINE RUBBER-TIR.ED CARRIAGES S K PfMI 1? V IMF f Wfcft C l3 NASHVILLE, TENN. Opposite Theater Vendome Telephone 479 616 CHURCH STREET PHILLIPS CO. 213 NORTH COLLEGE STREET NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE Hardwood Mantels, Tile Hearths and Facings, Marble Floor and Wainscoting:, Born ' s Steel Ranges, Garland Stoves and Ranges, Tin and Slate Roofing SHALL BE. PLEASED TO SERVE YOU C. G. Finney, Treasurer and General Manager A. B. Battle, Secretary GREENFIELDqTALBOT FURNITURE COMPANY WHOLESALE AND RETAIL FURNITURE, MATTRESSES, SPRINGS, ETC. Factory: Tullahoma, Tenn. Warehouse: Corner First and Main Streets. Telephone 1006 209 North College Street NASHVILLE, TENN. FLORISTS NASHVILLE, TENN. Telephone 1290 Corner Church and High Streets PAPPAS ' PLACE LUNCH ROOM 13 LADIES ' AND GENTS ' RESTAURANT C G. PAPPAS 717 CHURCH ST. PROPRIETOR Quick Short Orders at All Hours. Oyster Loaves for Club « g Feasts a Specialty ijj 0; Branch: 208 North Summer- Street: S NO FIR.ST=CLASS, NO PAY «-. « . umh IUUU UlUlUUU uBMMBuS 1 HAffl sB ffi. HE PALACE has always been known as a college girls ' store, has always had a generous measure of your favors. The new ownership invites the same interest that has heretofore been shown, and will, you may be sure, exercise the same courtesies and give the same careful attention to your wants as ever, and better, if possible. We also desire to call attention to the new department which, since the moment of its inauguration, has been the scene of activity — The Dry Goods Section — a whole store in itself. The lines under this head are: Dress Goods, Silks, Wash Goods, Linens, Domestic Cotton Goods, and Linings. Prompt and careful attention to mail orders. HARRIS BROS. «- JULIUS RICH LEO SCHWARTZ A. J. JOSEPH RICH, SCHWARTZ 4 JOSEPH SATISFACTION GUARANTEED IN EVERY RESPECT MAIL ORDERS PROMPTLY ATTENDED TO The Ready =to=W ear store 227 North Summer Street, Nashville, Term. LADIES ' , MISSES ' , AND CHILDREN ' S CLOAKS SUITS, SKIRTS, WAISTS, FURS, ETC. STRICTLY ONE PRICE TO ALL Photographer 211% North Summer Street, Nashville, Term GOOD, ECONOMICAL COOKER We can save you the services of a cook or make a good cook out of a poor one. Saves you fifty per cent in fuel, labor, and time. Fine for sum- mer cottages. Insures you deliciously-cooked, easity-digested, never-spoiled, and steaming-hot meals, all cooked over one burner USE THE 0=HI=0 STEAM COOKER, WITH DOORS and the great problem of housekeeping meals is solved. Prices, $2.50 to $9.50. Hand- somely illustrated catalogue free. We want good agents and guarantee them from $30.00 to $40.00 per week and expenses Ohio Steam Cooker Company, 770 Ontario Building, Toledo, Ohio We want all who see this advertisement to pay its a visit and let us show them through our immense establishment. Prompt and courteous attention is shown to all ASBESTOS LINED QUICK HEATING ECONOMY IN FUEL COOL KITCHEN Catalogue No. 120 New Enterprise Stoves National Steel Ranges Stove and Country Hollow Ware Dog Irons, Ventilators Air Grates I awn Vases, Settees, and Chairs Catalogue No. 102 Cornice, Finials Gutter and Pipe Sheet-metal Roofing Catalogue No. 108 Catalogue No. 106 Fine China Art Pottery, Glassware Queen ' s Ware, Crockery Iyamps, Chandeliers Catalogue No. 109 Electric Oil Stoves Catalogue No. 101 Pieced, Stamped, and Ja panned Tinware Table Cutlery Enameled Ware Wooden Ware House Furnishings Tinners ' Supplies Catalogue No. 110 Alaska Refrigerators Catalogue No. 107 Toys, Holiday Goods Catalogue No. 112 Reliable Gasoline Stoves Catalogue No. 113 Clocks Catalogue No. 116 Hammocks Catalogue No. 121 National Steel Ranges Catalogue No. 122 Grates Catalogue No. 123 Catalogue No. 124 Catalogue No. 125 (Supplementary to No. 120 Catalogue No. 126 iwing Machines BEAUTIFULLY NICKELED HIGHEST-GRADE MATERIAL UNEXCELLED WORKMANSHIP EVERY MODERN CONVENIENCE Phillips db Buttorff Mfg. Co. BON YALLOU HOUSE FURNISHERS NASHVILLE TENNESSEE CHI A, CIT GLASS, BRIC-A-BRAC MaxWell House Nashville, Tennessee EUROPEAN PLAN STRICTLY FIREPROOF Rates of Rooms, $1.00 per day and up FIRST-CLASS RESTAURANT AND CAFE ATTACHED Special attention given to Fraternity Dinners and Banquets W. K. BLACK, Manager YOUNG THOMPSON DRUG COMPANY TELEPHONE 71 Quickest Service in the City CORNER CHURCH AND SPRUCE STREETS DR. D. R. STUBBLEFIELD Telephone 95 UP-TO-DATE SERVICE FROM ...DENTIST... PRETTIEST SODA FOUNTAIN _ IN THE CITY OF NASHVILLE ■ % Complete Line of Fine Perfumes, 401 AND 402 WILLCOX BUILDING Toilet Articles, and Stationery NASHVILLE THE WOMAN ' S COLLEGE OF BALTIMORE JOHN FRANKLIN GOUCHER, PRESIDENT SESSION OF 1903-1904 Will Begin on September 14 JUNE EXAMINATIONS Under the direction of the College Entrance Examination Board at many points, June 15-20 FALL EXAMINATIONS at the College only, September 14-19 PROGRAMMES AND APPLICATION FORMS furnished on request FOR HIGH-CLHSS WORK, G© TO McEWEN ' S STEAM LAUNDRY ESTABLISHED BY JOHN A. McEWEN IN 1881 REMODELED. IN 1903 While on your vacation, express or mail your linen. Agents wanted in every town in the State. Write for terms. OFFICE: 215 NORTH CHERRY STREET, NASHVILLE, TENN. Telephone 548 or 819 The best newspaper in Nash- ville, the one that goes to the If you want Good Furniture and Stylish Furniture If you want Good Carpets and Artistic Carpets want the right price S MORTON-SCOTT-ROBERTSON CO. is the place you are looking: The largest Wholesale and Retail Carpet and Furniture Store in the South. Located at 416-418 Union Street, Nashville, Term. homes of the best people, is Cbe American The only newspaper in Nash- ville printing on its own presses Colored Comic Supplements every Sunday. To get the latest news of the world, you Cbe American w.kwl M W W a ss H H H n n 11 n n 11 n J. M. OVERTON W. W. BUSH A. A. DICKERSON OVERTON BUSH COAL AND COKE SOLE AGENTS FOR THE CELEBRATED BON AIR COAL OFFICE : 5 ARCADE Telephone 1063 ■WEST NASHVILLE OFFICE Telephone 775 NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE c(fafe,tja flgraa, 9hoto Supplies Special Attention to Finishing Amateur Pictures Telephone 64 Telephone Arcade 25 S)unean % Berrte Spruce Street, near Church OUR AD VERTI SERS HAVE HELP ED US; Let us help them by giving them our patronage. m