Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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Table of Contents. Page. Over the Range and through the Desert 1 A Morning in the Library, with Illustration 5 European Sketches : I. A Walk in Switzerland, 8 II. Roslin Chapel, 12 Outline of Burke ' s Speech on Conciliation with the Colonies, 14 A Contribution to the Boston Folk- Lore ' Society, 21 Lowell : From Our Note Books 26 Our New Gymnasium , with Illustration 32 Evie, 34 True Stories taken from Our Theme Books : — I. Reason Sufficient, 47 II. When Grandma Went Crazy 48 III. Watch and Pray 49 IV. A Fleeting Glimpse 49 Our Journey with the Agent, 50 The Art Studio, with Illustration, 52 News from the Old Girls 53 Notes : — Editorial, Contributors ' Club, Marriages, In Memoriam, One May Go, Concerning Clubs, Statistics, The Revelations of the Phonograph, 58-78 Commencement, with Illustration of Chapel 79 The Prize and Medal List 82 Our friends who may want papers after the school ses- sion can procure them by addressing Miss Mattie Wayt, Staunton, Va.

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LIBRARY OF MARY BALDWIN COUiCE The Augusta Seminary Annual, Kdited by The English LiteEatoe Classes. Staunton, Virginia. May, 1892.

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The Aogiasta. Scniiiiary Annual. Vol. II. Staunton, Virginia, May, 1892. No. II. Over the Range and through the Desert. Having heard California described as the land of eter- nal summer, you may imagine our surprise upon reaching San Francisco on the second of August to find the women enveloped in furs, and the men in overcoats. We were thinly clad, expecting to find extreme heat, but soon profited by the example of others, and were more comfortable when wrapped in heavy flannels and fur capes. Having lingered in this interesting cit} ' for several days, and taken a sad farewell of the Golden Gate and a willing one of China-town, on the eighth of August we boarded the east-bound train of the Southern Pacific Railwaj ' . Unfortunately we left San Francisco (there, almost uni- versally called simply Frisco ) at 9 P. M., so our run through the picturesque valley of the Sacramento, and up the western slope of the Sierra Xevadas was made during the night. The next morning while breakfasting, we were surprised to find that we were running through snow. But this was not, strictly speaking, the region of perpetual snow, as it lay only in patches here and there; yet we could note its effect in the air, and drew our wraps more closely around us; within close view were many snow-capped peaks, — in the language of our porter, White-caps, Miss, dem is, snow never do melt ! ' ' Here at an elevation of TOGO feet, the scenery is magni- ficent, no words of mine can express itsgranduer. At Sum- mit, the highest point reached by the railway, the train halt- ed, and gave us time for a lingering glace over the hills and valleys leading away toward the peaceful Pacific. Here we loitered a few moments on the great divide of the Eastern and Western slopes, and the Atlantic and Pacific water-sheds, and then plunged through a tunnel to find ourselves com-