Macalester College - Quid Nunc Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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his regular ministry in a little chapel away back in the mountains of Wales, and by steady strides has advanced, until to-day he preaches to thousands in that great Tabernacle in London, England. Never surely had he moved others as he moved us that evening. With what a gentle hand he touched the strings of our hearts already vibrating with memories, and waked in them the sweetest music! Miss Turnbull was not a stranger in Macalester, for she had been here for two years as a teacher previous to her marriage. Immedi- ately after graduating, she had gone to teach school at Bellville, Ill., and it was there that she iirst met Mr. --. The manner of that first meeting was interesting. Miss Turnbull had bought a little pony and cart, that she might drive from the town to her school, two miles dis- tant. VVhile driving through the town one day, the horse took fright, and bolted. Down the street he dashed at full speed, and what the outcome would have been it is hard to say, for at the end of that street was a great stone-quarry. In the nick of time, a strong, broad- sbouldered young fellow sprang out from his store, and, risking his life, caught the head of the frantic animal, and held him, though it cost him several broken bones. Need I tell the sequel U? Miss Turnbull re- ceived an offer of a position at Macalester, and taught there for two years, until she took up her abode in a beautiful home at Bellville. Mr. Slack spoke last. Like Mr. Ferry, he had spent his life in frontier work, preaching to the cowboys in the VVestern states. We have read some thrilling tales, but few that could compare with those which Mr. Slack told us from his own experience. Life had not been easy, but so engrossed had he become in his labors. that he looked forward with impatient eagerness for the time of his return. Mrs. Slack and he had spent years in this grand work. riding in the saddle over the prairies for days at a time. ller beautiful voice, which would have won her a place in any great city, had been consecrated to the work of charming cowboys and miners from their hardness, and making them gentle and true. The t'Prairie Nightingale, the boys called herg and we did not wonder as we listened to her sweet tender voice when she sang by request the beautiful words of Auld Lang Sync. Thus our banquet was ended. 71

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fills in President Flinn's cabinet. Mr. Geib, with that gentle modesty so usual with truly great men, disowned all credit for his success, and declared that the honor lay entirely with Mrs. Geib. Mrs. Geib is a daughter of ex-President Richmond, and undoubtedly is worthy of so noble a father. The same gentle eyes that we had known so well twenty-five years ago, with their pleasant smile for all, greeted us as Mrs. Dr. --, for- merly Miss Guy, rose in response to her name. Tl11lG,S fingers had touched her face also, but gently: for it was still happy as of yore, and we felt as she talked to us, that the heart, too, had retained its joy, though niellowed by toils nobly endured, and troubles bravely borne. Miss Guy told us brietly of the years spent in China, where she and her husband had gone immediately after their marriage in I9-. They had entered upon this work with the faith of youth, though a million souls looked to them for spiritual food. Now a beautiful church with school and mission buildings surrounding it, and a dainty oriental hospital, speak for the result of their long and patient labors. Vile are sure that both the Dr. and his wife have won their way into the hearts of many men, women and children of the far East, by their God-given gifts of eheerfulness and love. They have been equal co-laborers in this devoted work, and we were proud to remember that the genial Dr. was not a stranger to us in the Days of Auld Lang Sync. The extreme modesty of the account of those great laborers for the world, makes one ask, VVhen will the lives of these Heroes of Earth be written in the books of the world, even as they are now written in those other books, the books of gold? NVe are proud that Mrs. Dr., formerly Miss Jamieson, is also one of our class. Since those early years she has become better known too, in the field of literature, as HM. S. J. Miss Jamieson said that she felt like apologizing, because her life seemed so quiet and common- place in comparison with that of her friend. Just the old, old story of a few years spent behind the teacher's desk, and a series of roman- tic episodes with the young doctor, resulting in that happy union of which poets sing: f'Two hearts that beat as oneff Then quiet, hap- py years of home-life mingled with the social events of her little home city. As a means of recreation, the pen had been called into use. and a. few scraps of story and verse had found their way into the pub- lisher's hands. As Miss Jamieson spoke I was compelled to smile, for I remembered those dainty volumes which my wife prizes so high- ly, and loves to read in the twilight hours. Verily, modesty is a w'oman's crown of crowns! Rev. Ri. O. Thomas, D. D., followed Miss Jamieson. His rising caused a rustlc of pleasant expectation. The charm of that silver tongue had captivated thousands across the seas. Even at college Dr. Thomas was our orator, and well do we remember the day when first he bore oft' the honors in 1904. I need not tell you what he said, for the story of that grand life of service has been told a thousand times. A young man still, he stands at the very head of his profes- sion, the greatest preacher of this young century. Mr. Thomas began 26

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