Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

Text from Pages 1 - 126 of the 1901 volume:

I BALDWIN ' S. We dare not be as funrv y as we can. The Mary Baldwin Seminary 1900-1901. The cover of this book is from a design by Miss Meetz of Art Student ' s League N. Y. The Portraits in this Book are from Photographs by Murray. Staunton, Virginia. y ' y v- V- v ALBERT SHULTZ, Bookseller, Stationer and Publisher, 10 W. Main St. 7 S. New St. Staunton, Va. To Our Efficient and Devoted Principal, Miss Ellac Clear Weimar, This Book is Dedicated. Board of Trustees of Mary Baldwin Seminary. REV. G. W. FINLEY, D. D., PRESIDENT. JOSEPH A. WADDELL. LL- I)., SECRETARY. HENRY WALKER, ESQ.. TREASURER. DAVIS A KAYSER, ESQ. JUDGE J. M. QUARLES. JAMES N. MeFARLAND, ESQ. J AS. H. BLACKLEY. ESQ. JUDGE CHARLES GRATTAN DR. NEWTON WAYT. HENRY D. PECK, ESQ. HON. H. ST. GEORGE TUCKER. ARISTA HOGE, ESQ. REV. A. M. FRASER, D. D. WM. H. LANDHS, ESQ. Executive Committee. REV. G. W. FINI.EY, D. D. REV. A. M. FRASKR, D. D. J. A. WADDELL, LL. D. H. D. PECK, ESQ. JUDGE C. GRATTAN. Faculty. Miss ELLA C. WEIMAR, PRINCIPAL. Rev. A. M FRASER, CHAPLAIN. Literary Department Miss MYRA S. SPAULDING, University of Chicago, ENGLISH LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE. Miss MARTHA D. RIDDLE, HISTORY AND BOTANY. Miss JENNIE V. RIDDLE, MATHEMATICS AND ENGLISH Miss V. M. STR1CKLER, LATIN AND ENGLISH COMPOSITION, HOOK-KEEPING. Miss MINNIE CHATTERTON, Mt. Ho yoke Coi egr. MATHEMATICS AND NATURAL SCIENCES. Mi. i.e. MARIA EMMERICH, FRENCH AND GERMAN. Prof WILLIAM KABLE, University of Virginia. MENTAL AND MORAL SCIENCE. Miss N. L TATE. PRINCIPAL OE PRIMARY AND PREPARATORY DEPARTMENTS, MATHEMATICS AND ENGLISH. Mrs. ROBERT 3. HAMILTON, ASSISTANT IN PREPARATORY DEPARTMENT, ARITHMETIC. Miss HELEN S. P. WILLIAMSON, ASSISTANT IN PREPARATORY DEPARTMENT, READING AND ORTHOGRAPHY. Miss SARA GREENLEAF FROST, ELOCUTION AND GYMNASTICS. Miss LIZZIE PARIS, STENOGRAPHY AND TYPE- WRITING. Miss ANNA M. STREIT, LIBRARIAN. Music Department. Prof. F. W. HAMER, Germany, PIANO, ORGAN AND HARMONY. Prof. C. F. W. EISENBERG, Conservatory of Leipsic, PIANO, ORGAN, HARMONY AND HISTORY OF MUSIC. Prof. THOMAS BEARDSWORTH, VIOLIN, GUITAR AND MANDOLIN. Miss E. LOUISE HOPKINS, Royal Academy, London, and E. Delle Sedie, Paris, VOCAL MUSIC. Miss KLARA LEEB. Conservatory of Munich. Art Department. Miss CATHI5RINE CARTER CRITCHER, A t Students ' League of Washington and New York. DRAWING, PAINTING AND PENMANSHIP. Domestic Department. Mrs. ROBERT S. HAMILTON, MATRON. Mrs. B. W. CHASE, HOUSE KEEPER. Miss LOTTIE H. PRICE. intf:ndent of infirmary. Dr. II . H HENKEL, PHYSICIAN. VV. W. KING. BUSINESS MANAGER. Editors. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF : (,) JESSIE LEACHE HAWKS. LITERARY EDITORS . (2) NORA BLANDIXG FRASER, (3) MABELLE PITKIN, (4) REBECCA GILKESON. ART EDITORS : (7) BESSIE HOGE, (8) ANNIEBELLE SCOTT. BUSINESS MANAGEKS : (5) MARY HARMAN, (6) MABEL WHARTON LEFTWICH. To May. OW sweetly sing the birds at day ' s first dawning, Full-throated pouring out their notes of praise. As, clad in rosy-ied, the dewy morning Opes the great eastern gates for Phoebus ' rays. And all for you, my Queene of May ! How fresh and green each blade of grass is growing ; How covered all with leaves the merry trees, With what soft murmurs is the cool stream flowing, — As talking to the flow ' rs that on its banks it sees. And all for you, my Queene of May. The wood is merry, now, no silence keeping ; Green leaves are dancing gleefully o ' er-head ; From leafy beds, pale violets are peeping, And all the ground with moss and flow ' rs is spread. And all for you, my Queene of May. In cool green shades, white fleecy flocks are resting, Their lambkins off at merry, joyous play. Soft-humming bees sweet swaying flow ' rs are testing, Whose many-colored blossoms make the meadows gav. And all for you, my Queene of May. Come, then, all gnawing cares forsaking, For once let us be as light of heart as they ; Let ' s gladly join us to their merry-making, And taste the sweets of spring-time while we may. For like fast-fleeting shadows. Oh my Queen, is thy short stay. Rebecca Baxter Gii.kkson. (T ! J ' kJ22 = l) May Life bestow its richest blessings upon these, now standing on its threshold. May it fill their lives with success and joy, may it touch them but lightly with sorrow or make them strong to endure it. Let them ever be true to their Alma Mater ' s principles ; let them ever trust in and strive after the right ; then will the time, the labor, the care and thought expended upon them and by them bring its own rich reward. So will the world lie nobler, purer and better because of the lives ot these, our graduates of 1901. r == s r e=  J Graduates. University Department : (i) NORA BLANDING FRASER, (6) REBECCA BAXTER GILKESON, (3) ELSIE DOUGLAS HAMILTON. Academic : (8) MABEL WHARTON LEFTWICH, (5) ELLEN L SPARKMAN, (11) ROBBIE RIGGINS. Instrumental Music : (3) ELSIE DOUGLAS HAMILTON, (7) ALICE ADELE CAVCE, (4) INEZ RICKER. (9) GRACE LEE BERLIN, (2) ELLA MILDRED SMITH Vocal Music : (3) ELSIE DOUGLAS HAMILTON. ( 2 ) ELLA MILDRED SMITH. (i°) HELEN V. HAWKS. Song to the Class of 19 1- BY E. LOUISE HOPKINS. There is a Class, At M. B S. What Class it is ; Yon all must guess ; They re not too tall ; They know it all They ' re not too small, No, not at all — This handsome Class at, M. B. S. They know the verbs. And all the herbs, — Paint pictures fine, Know Kings in line, — Play like magic. Like Beethoven, — Do the tragic, — Elocution. This Clever Class at M. B. S. They sing like Crows, Every one knows. They parlez-vous, Read Latin too ; Their hair they wear High up in air Criticise them If von dare This model Class at M. B S. CHORUS. O Nineteen One, The Class for me, A famous Class — As all can see — Twentieth Century girls they be, Long live the Class of Nineteen One. PRIZE STORY. John Dolan— Roundsman. OH, my little Joe save him ! The mother ' s anguished cry rent the sultry air. The crowd of spectators on the wharf was startled, speechless, immovable. It was so sudden. They with other poor people had come out 5 to the wharf to escape the city ' s ™  burning heat ; the little boy ' s mother had him by the hand but a moment ago ; how could it have happened ? But it had happened. The little body had already sunk twice. Will no one save my baby boy, my little Joe? cried the mother frantically wringing her hands. Still the crowd, stunned by the sudden- ness of the accident, remained motionless. Suddenly a figure clad in a policeman ' s uniform was seen pushing its way from the other end of the wharf. John Dolan was the murmur which passed around the crowd. Ah, he has jumped! The crowd hold their breath. The little body has not listm and he has to wait, the water meantime Note. — The prize referred to was offered by Hon. V. H. I. ancles, a Trustee of the Mary Baldwiu Semi- nary. soaking into his uniform and making it very heavy. He has him, cries a voice from the wharf, as John grasps the rising body. But again the crowd is hushed into breath- less suspense. The weight of the struggling child with the weight of his heavy water- soaked uniform is making John ' s progress very difficult. Tliey are getting nearer and nearer the edge of the wharf, but can he reach it? He is swimming very slowly now and apparently with great effort. They ' re safe ! Cheer after cheer rises from the throat of the motley crowd on the stifling air. The mother clasps her child to her breast frantically, the muddy water trick- ling in a little stream down the bout of her gown. John, looking as sheepish as if had done something worthy of the lock-up, hurries away as fast as his wet clothes will let him. The mother, after the first paroxysm of joy is over, turns to thank and bless the rescuer, but he is no where to be seen. Well, -4f John Dolan hasn ' t added an- other laurel to his crown, exclaimed one of two gentlemen who had walked up at the last, attracted by the evident excitement of the i rowd. I can ' t begin to tell you the number of people he has saved from drowning right here in New York. He ' s one of the bravest fellows I ever saw. Has been in the seiviee for years, is only a roundsman, you know ' ' Well, if that ain ' t you. at last, John Dolau ; and sure you ' ve been savin ' somebody else A tall, gaunt woman, faced hiai as lie Mine in. ' ■ And where ' s the money to come from to get a new uniform. I ' d like to know. But, oh John, and a tenderer loik sudden ly eime over her face, yoi oughtn ' t iu.le.- I to be always doin ' it, you might drown yourself some time, you know. Who was it this time ? A little boy that fell over the wharf, John answered meekly. A little mite of a boy that had been sick, too. A mixture of pride and auger was in her face as she said half-laughing and half- weeping : Oh, a little boy, well of course I ' m that proud of you. That makes twenty-nine ; I know because I ' ve kept them all put down in the big Bible. First, there was that beau- tiful young lady what was an only child, and her father and mother would have gone crazy if you hadn ' t saved her. Then there was the little curly-haired boy in the blue stilor suit, and the man what had a wife and seven chil- dren and nobody to care for them but him. And the man that couldn ' t get work aid tried to drown himself that dark night. Ami a gratefuller man I never saw than he was when you saved him and got him work to do. But come on this minute and take off them wet clothes This having been done and some hot coffee set before him she began again : The land knows where money lor a new uniform is coming from. I don ' t mind being pinched, but there just ain ' t no money to get a new one. It ' s hard enough to get along anyway ; you know how you have to do without your coffee for dinner now, because there ain ' t money to buy it. And I ' ve worn my bonnet with the big yellow daisies in it for five years. And uniforms do cost a sight of money, but still I ' m that proud of you. What are all the lazy cowards doing that somebody else can ' t jump in besides you ? ' ' But Jane Then somebadv else would have to buy uniforms. They do say as Teddy is going to furnish new uniforms for those that gets theirs ruined by saving people fro u drowning, but I don ' t know as Here there was a knock at the door and in answer to the Come in the two gentle- men who had stood on the edge of the crowd entered. Been at your old bu-iness, haven ' t you, John? one of them asked. ' This is our new President of the Police Board. Mr. John Dolau and Mrs Dolau, Mr. Roosevelt What ! not ' Teddv ' ? exclaimed Mrs. Dolau unconsciously. Teddy laughed as he gripped John ' s hand. Keen on with your brave work, my friend, not as rounds man any longer, but as sergeant, were the President ' s parting words And John celebrated lis promotion by saving his thirtieth life the next week. Nora Blanding Fraser. ' Founded on fact. Calendar. September — 6. Beginning of the school year. 7. Arrival of Texas delegation. 20. Rev. G. B. Stnekler, D. D., w.is a guest at the Seminary. 21. Reception given by the Y. V. C. A. to the young ladies of the Seminary. 29. Lecture, Sunshine and Shadow, delivered by Mr. A. VV. Hawks at the Y. M. C. A. October — 4. Holiday in commemoration of Miss Baldwin ' s birthday. 12, 13, 14. Confederate Reunion held in Columbian Hall. 13. Reorganization of the M B. L. S. 19. Our Regiment. presented by the D. A. R., in Staunton Opera House 20. Organization of the Golf Club. 25. The wedding of Miss Annabel Timberlake, a former student at the Seminary, and Mr. Thomas Hogshead, of Staunton, to k place in the First Presbyteri in Church. 27. Reception given by the officers of the Literary Society to the mem- bers. November — 3. Organization of the Pen and Pencil Club. 11 First meeting of the Literary So- ciety. 12, 13 14, 15, 16. Lecture on Parlia- mentary Law at the Y. M. C. A. 24 Lo.igfellow Evening, given by the pupils of Elocution, under the direction of Miss Frost. 25. German given by Misses Lucile Insley and Florence Williams. December — 8. Orange party givdii by Miss Annie Macfarlaue. 15 Entertainment given by the Elocu- tion pupils. 21. Beginning of the Christmas holi- days. 22, 24. 25, 26, 27, 2S 29. 31 Feasts — morning, afternoon and night. 27. Entertainment given by the Sun- day School of the First Presby- terian Church. 28. Feast given (: ) by Miss Eugenia Harvey. 31 Watch-Night Party given by Miss Claire My ton. January — 1. Formation of the Good Resolution Club. January— 5. Eugene Field Evening, given by the Elocution pupils, assisted by Miss Frost. 10. A cup of chocolate, ' given to the Missionary Class, by Miss M D. Riddle. 12. Coffee at the Y. M C. A. 12. Banquet given by Miss Adele Cayce. 19 Annual meeting of the Literary Society for the election of offi- cers. 22. The Tragedy of Clocks, enacted in Chapel. 25. Soiree given by pupils of Prof. Hauler. 26. Sequel. 30. Holiday given in commemoration of Miss McClung ' s birthday. 30. Banquet give:: by C. O. D. Club. February — 2 Coffee at the Y. M. C. A. 9. Feast given by Miss Cecilia Woods. Yell. 14. St. Valentine entertainment given by the Literary Society. 16 Reception given by the P. P. C. in Studio. 22 Soiree given by the pupils of Prof. Eisenberg. 23. Revolutionary Reception given by the Literary Society. 28. The clandestine meeting of the water buckets along the stairs of Memorial Hall. March — 1. The Stonew.dl Baud gave a com- plimentary concert to the young ladies of the Seminary. 2. Coffee at the Y. M. C A. 8. Herrman, the Great, at the Opera House. 12 Heart and Sword presented at the Opera House. 19 Entertainment at the Y. M. C. A. 22. Soiree given by the pupils of Miss Hopkins 27. Polk Miller for supper. 27. Lecture given by Polk Miller at the Y. M C. A. 28. Recital given by the pupils of Miss Frost, so. Coffee at the Y. M. C. A April- All ' s well. Reception at the Kalorama. Entertainment given by the Literary Society. Departureof the Washington party. The Blue and the Gray, pre- sented by the Augusta Guards, at the Opera House. The Washington party attended Vaudeville in that city. Neapolitan ice-cream for dinner. Coffee at the Y. M. C. A Return of the Washington party. We did not go to church. Gov. J. Hoge Tyler, of Virginia, addressed the young ladies of the Seminary. April (9. 27. 27. Soiree given by the pupils of .Miss Leeb. Also, a French Play, under the direction of Mile. Emmerich. The presentation of prizes for the best story and poem at the Literary Society meeting. An entertainment given by the P. P. C. Rev. V. V. Moore was a guest at the Seminary over Sunday. MAY- S ' 4- 2 5- 25- 26 27. 28. 28. Graduation Soiree. Reception to the Literary Society. Art Reception. Banquet given to the Editors of the Annual, Baccalaureate Sermon. Commencement Soiree. Commencement Exercises. Good-bye. PRIZE POEM. A Song of the Mountains. Blow, ye mountain breezes, blow Through the pine trees softly sighing. Mystic music never dying, Lingering notes so weird and low. Blow, ye fairy zephyrs, blow, On your airy billows bringing Melody of birds ' sweet singing Down to men who toil below. Blow, oh Boreas, bravely blow, With the tree tops swaying, bending, Homage to Aurora s ending, Suu-kist in a rosy glow. Blow, ye mountain breezes, blow, Waft to all the happy message, Whispered by the trees in passage, Live on heights if ye would grow. Nora Branding Frasek. Notb— Mr. Arista Hoge, a Trustee of the Mary Baldwin Seminary, offered the prize referred to A Martyred Maid. i. THE whole world is wrapped in slumber as the grey dawn breaks over a little town m the east of France. The cottages begin to show here and there through the dim light, and the spire of the parish church, which stands alone, glistens with the first beams of the morning sun. As the feeble rays struggle through the stained windows, they are caught as by molten gold and form a halo around the shining hair of a maiden, who kneels devoutly in front of the high altar. The church is otherwise entirely deserted, not even the pious priest has vet come to offer his morning prayer. The lone- liness and stillness of the old church are oppressive but the young girl heeds them not, as, with her crucifix clasped tightly before her, she repeats her Ave Maria with the greatest devotion Soon she stirs, and brushing back a loosened lock of hair, sighs — ah, such a sigh !— and a tear trickles slowly down each cheek. What burden of the soul can cause such Tears from the depth of divine de- spair to flow from the eyes of one so young ' ? Could we but see her inmost soul we would know that it was rent with anxiety for her country ; who will save it, she knows not, but it is enough, The Lord will provide. Even while she wonders a bright light fills the chancel, the vision of a shining angel appears ; he holds in one hand a sword and waves it toward the west, while with the other he points to herself. Can it be true? Does he mean that she shall lead the hosts to vic- tory ? Shall she, a mere girl, command men ? But before her thought is finished the angel vanishes and with a heavenly smile leaves in its place a wreath of laurel, which in its turn, slowly disappears as if consumed by fire ; and the maid is once more alone. She trembles, and bowing her head, begins once more to tell her beads, but this time with a calm expression of victory over the tempter of her soul. II. See the lines of soldiers ! The girl-captain is this morning reviewing her troops. Here she comes ! Her steel armor glisten- ing in the sun, and her consecrated sword hanging by her side, while her holy banner floats above her head. Her long hair streams in the breeze and her blue eyes sparkle with energy, as she gives her commands with a self-respecting, yet withal a modest air. Soon all is ready for the attack. Like Henry of Navarre, in years to come, she urges her men on with the words, ' Follow the white plume in ray helmet till it leads you to vic- tory. On she rushes through the thick of the fray, with missiles flying about her in all directions. See the besiegers are beaten back. But, no, — it is onlv for a moment. She orders a ladder to be raised ; it is brought, but the men refuse to mount. What matter ? She is as agile as any. There she goes, her white plume nodding defiantly to the crowds below. Her soldiers, inspired by the sight, hasten to follow her. Ladders are put all along the wall and mounted, in spite of the desperate efforts of the enemy to prevent their gaining such a vantage ground. But a confused mass suddenly gathers to one spot. The French will flee — the wounds of their leaders cause them to believe that she has been bewitched by the Evil One in order to lead them to destruction. She hears their murmurs and understands the cause and then with one supreme effort stands upright. With the struggle strength seems to come, and after a short prayer for support she is again at the front. Nothing could have been more convincing, if she had been restored to them from the arms of death, surely God must be for them, and if so, what could avail against them ? A violent volley from the walls, then all is quiet ; their ammunition is exhausted. But help is at hand for the beleaguered city ; an- other short struggle, and the English are beaten back. A loud shout goes up to heaven from throats parched from both hunger and powder. Hurrah for the Maid of Orleans ! ,: III. A great crowd is assembling in the market place at Rouen. What can be the excitement ? Ecclesiastic jostles soldier in his wild eagerness to force his way to the front, and when he reaches it, what a sight meets his eyes ! A young girl bound to a stake, her hands clasped, and her eyes raised to heaven in earnest supplication. As the flames begin to play around her, how much does the agonized look of this face resemble the one we saw but a short while ago, pleading for her country and its salvation. Her prayer is being answered with her own blood, but she shows not her anguish except by her glorified coun- tenance, as all the purity, earnestness and religion of her short life seem to meet in those flames and to shed a kindly radiance over the motley crowd. Even while tliev gaze some relent, ex- claiming, Truly she was sent of God, why have we destroyed her? Why, indeed ? Except in order that she might be the martyr to her religion, her country, and her kind, this warlike gentle Maid of Orleans. Margaret Hartman Kabi.k. Officers of the Literary Society. First Term. Second Term. PRESIDENT : JESSIE LEACHK HAWKS. VICE PRESIDENT : ELSIE DOUGLAS HAMILTON. RECORDING SECRETARY : FLORENCE CORNELL KALKHOFF. CORRESPONDING SECRETARY : ELIZABETH OGLE TREASURER : ALBHRTIS WTLKINS. ASSISTANT TREASURER I CECILIA WOODS. PRESIDENT : NORA BLANTDING FRASER. VICE PRESIDENT : ELIZABETH STOREY. RECORDING SECRETARY : BIRDIE B McCUTCHEON. CORRESPONDING SECRETARY : REBECCA B. GILKESON. TREASURER : ADDIE HORTON. ASSISTANT TREASURER : HELEN MAR SCOTT. i 7 BS ? 7 The Power of Song. A handsome prince, in a forest glade Lighted by love ' s own raj 7 , Thought of a princess fair and sweet And sang Sylvia all the way. He came ' neath her window, in the pale moonbeams. There where white roses climb, Soft eyes looked out, far brighter than The gems round her white throat twined. He sang of the ardent love he bore, In soft sweet accent trill ' d, Till to him at last a message came While her heart with love was filled. So he won his bride by love and song, From Heinault, so they say, And now in a palace grand and fair She sings Victor all the day. Evelyn Withrow Chase. A Race in the Dark. THK sun is fast sinking in the west, hiding the light of one of the most beautiful days of summer, as a long excursion train, filled with passengers, is moving swiftly to its destination. No one of the travellers could fail to admire the exquisite beauty of the landscape, rendered a thousand times fairer by the low-descending sun and several are standing out on the back platform with their eyes fixed eagerly on the view. Let us take a look at these few. Conspicuous among them is a noble, martial -looking figure, to whom every one seems to pay a great deal of attention, and to feel highly honored whenever addre-sed by hint, even oil a trivial subject. With one hand grasping the railing stands an old man with long, flowing beard, almost looking into that home beyo::d where there is no sorrow. Beside him a middle-aged lady with a pale, thin, face, and dark wistful eyes, is drinking in the glorious beauty. There in one corner is one who would be selected anywhere for a school-teacher, and near-by a mother stands, holding by the hand a child of about ten years. In the other comer one sees a different sight. A young man of about twenty-four, marked by his uniform as one of the railway officials, has just come out and is talking earnestly to a piquant little brunette with the prettiest teeth and the reddest lips imaginable. They present quite a contrast, as he himself is tall and broad-shouldered, with deep-grey eyes, and a touch of firmness around the well- shaped mouth. The subject of their conversa- tion we would not dare guess, but after the train enters the mile and a quarter tunnel, the little hand rests a moment in the larger, be- fore, with a gentle reproach, she takes it away . A mile of the tunnel has been safely passed when a shock occurs which throws nearly every one from the seats. The train has stopped ; what can be the matter ? Every man rushes to the front to see what the trouble is, but there confusion worse confounded reigns supreme. After consider- able delay the results are made known. One of the wheels has locked and they are truly in a hot box, but, besides that, no damage has been done to the engine. ' ' We ' ll be out of here in an hour, says I lie conductor, cheerily, but suddenly he turns pale, and looking hurriedly at his watch, calls out: Men, who of you can — will oh, Heavens! The next train is due here in ten minutes, and how can we stop it ? Who can go back through the tunnel and flag the train ? There is a minute pause and then a voice calls out: I, sir, and, without a word more Karl Howard, our young official, starts out upon his dangerous run, probably his last. Ten minutes ! Could he make it ? He must; there was no question about it. Had it not been by his persuasion that Kitty Mar- shall, the sweetest little girl in the world, had with her mother, gone on this excursion, and now, should he be the cause, though the in- direct one, of her death ? How slowly he gets along ! Far off he can see the other end of the tunnel, but here all is darkness. Once he slips, and naraowly escapes falling, but bravely he struggles on. He has accomplished but three-fourths of his run when a sound is heard that strikes tenor to his soul. It is the whistle of the oncoming train. His heart seems to stand still with fear, but in reality he redoubles his efforts. Now he is almost there, and hope springs up within him, when just then he catches sight of the engines as it rounds a curve a quarter of a mile from the tunnel. It is a little late, and is moving with extra speed to make up for lost time. To him it seems as if it were coming like lightning. A moment more, and the contest will be decided. Shall life or death win ? He reaches the end of the tunnel, and, taking out of his pocket a handkerchief much too small to be his own. waves it frantically to the train now almost upon him. Kitty is saved ! Celia Mason Timberlakk. ( li ' ■■ ' ■■■■ A Myth. ANY, many years ago, in thi almost forgotten days, in the peaceful valley of Amor there lived a gentle maiden and a happy .-hep- herd hov, who loved each other. There had heen with them no sudden glow of love, for they had grown together and their love had simply increased with their years. They rambled logether over the flowering fields and talked together in the shade of the drooping willows. Their voices were as happy as the song of the hrook at their feet and their faces as bright as the sunbeams. Love, joy and freedom were theirs, and youth and ho; e. But one day when the soft winds were rustling the leaves of the honey wood trees in tlie peaceful valley, the maiden wandered across the fields alone, dreaming day-dreams. Everything sang to her of love — the stream, the birds, the flowers. But presently, as she sat beneath a blossoming tree, a strong voice — stronger than the voices of all the birds and flowers — came to her across the meadows, singing : Maiden, maiden, be my love, And I ' ll carry thee far to the worlds above. For I am the King of the Winds. She listened and the voice grew gentler, and as it told her of its love, its warm breath caressed her cheek. But the maiden remem- bered her shepherd lad and said No to the King of the Winds. Suddenly the ten- derness of the voice vanished and its tone- grew loud, then louder till it swayed the trees in the meadow, as it sang : E ' en if you will not be my love, Yet I ' ll carry thee far to the world above, For I am the King of the Winds. Louder and louder grew the voice of the wind. A terrible tempest raged in the valley ; the trees swayed, the stream rushed on between its sliding banks, and all called to the maiden of Fear and Hate ! And suddenly a chariot made of a circle of winds came down and bore the maiden upward, upward to the dizzy heights of the sky. And far in the east the winds lulled and the chariot rested. The King of the Winds looked far out into the vast expanse and the maiden ' s eyes followed his, She aw in the- distance a pale white ship approaching. On- ward it sailed, coming ever nearer, nearer till at last it reached the haven where the King of the Winds and the maid were. Then once more the Wind King sang : E ' en if you will not be my love. Yet yon shall sail through the world above, Yes, you shall sail and sail alone. In a ship of silver all my own, Far from your shepherd love below You shall be wafted, now fast now slow, By me, the King of the Winds. So the maiden boarde 1 the snow white ship and sadly dreaming of her shepherd lad, sailed out into the west. .And now she dwells in her silver ship and sails across the sky. Her heart beats no more with love ; it is cold and her face is pale. And each night the shepherd lad sits in the valley and gazes at his love as she sails in her moon-ship on the cloud waves of the sky. Jesse Leache Hawks T ' s J kJ2SlS ? l)6 A little lad and lass there were, Both very loath to part ; And Cupid peeping through the leaves Armed with a golden dart. The lass ' s lips were rosy-red — No one was there to see ; And if he touched them just but once. Why what harm could there be ? The lad would tell the lass good-bye, But knew not what to say ; The lass was coy, and drooped her lids- She knew no other way. A little sound — a quick Oh, don ' t And Cupid cried ' ■ What fun ! Then raising up his little bow He made two small hearts one. Mistress Roberta St. Johns. IF one should chance to pay a visit to the quaint little town of X, nestled, as it is, among the foot hills of the Blue Ridge, among the things which would appeal to his interest, would bean old man- sion near the outskirts of the town. Some how or other, one feels that there must he a bit of interesting history connected with the former inhabitants of the old place, and, on inquiring, I was told the following incident : In the happy, prosperous days before the terrible outbreak of civil strife and bloodshed, this old mansion hid been the centre of life and gaiety. Its owner, the wealthiest of the planters around, dispensed in its spacious halls such hospitality that this place proved to be by far the most attractive of all the neigh- boring plantations. But the generous hos- pitality of the host and his genial disposition were not the only things which made it a favorite lesort of all, especially, I might add, of the young gallants of i860. Miss Roberta St. Johns was, in the opinion of all, beautiful and very charming. At the beginning of the Civil War, she was just sixteen, a most enthusiastic little rebel, and full of life and daring. The first two years of the war, proved, in her case, not especially eventful. During the third year, when our beloved Southland needed so sorely the aid of every true Southerner, it was she who removed from her father ' s path the ob- stacles which had hitherto prevented him from enlisting, and released from these hin- drances, he gladly obeyed his country ' s call, although, by so doing, he knew that his be- loved wife and daughter, would be left alone on that great plantation with only a few faith- ful slaves as protectors. Soon afier his enlist- ment the scene of part of the war was trans- ferred to the very vicinity in which the St. Johns lived. A large division of the enemy ' s army took up its position near the little vil- lage, while further beyond, the Confederate army lay encamped. In order that no intel- ligence might be received by the Confederate commander from the inhabitants ot the town, Northern soldiers were ordered to maintain a rigid blockade. A detachment of soldiers guarded the town, the headquarters of the commander of this detachment being the old St. Johns plantation. The heart of this gen- tleman was not proof against the charms of the lady Roberta, and in a short time he had made a passionate avowal of his love, which, however, the young lady received with silent scorn. Meanwhile, the situation of the South- ern army, their expected forces not having ar- rived, grew more and more serious. Time passed and the Northern General determined by a strategic movement to surprise and overwhelm the Confederate forces. There were several points, however, to be looked into before his campaign could be definitely determined, and for information concerning these, he depends on the commander of the garrison stationed in the village. The active brain of Miss Roberta is not long in detecting these facts. A few nights later when her would-be lover comes to the house, she dis- covers that he has then on his person the precious documents so valuable to the Con- federates at this period, and which if delivered, as he intended they should be before dawn to the Northern General, would inevitably prove the destruction of the Southern troops. All is fair in love and war, thought Miss St. Johns, and her plan is quickly formed. The heart of the young officer beat high with hope as he listened that night to a declaration of her love for him, from the lips of his beau tiful little Southerner. How affectionate a farewell he was permitted to take. Then the poor deluded youth departed to build fair castles in Spain, little dreaming that in the midst of his fond embrace his lady, doubtless laughing in her sleeve, had slipped her treach- erous little hand into his pocket and procured the coveted papers. Once in her possession, how to get them delivered to the General was the question. In the morning they would be of no value. The General must receive the news that very night, and there was no time to seek another messenger. Her hesitation did not last long, and stealing out into the night, the girl started on her perilous ride It is needless to describe the terror of that ride. Several times she almost turned b;ick, but the thought of her country nerved her to proceed. At last, thanks to her superb horsemanship, and a kind providence which seemed to be shielding her. by skirting the line of the enemy and thus avoiding detection, she arrived at the Confederate commander ' s camp and deliv- ered into his hands the important documents. Refusing the escort of any soldier, knowing that if caught, his life would be the penalty, she started on her return. This time fate was not so kind. It was about dawn, and, being seen crossing the lines, she was brought before the com- manding General with only the poor excuse of having been to get a doctor for her sick mother. Pity for her youth and beauty must have stirred the stern soldier ' s breast, and, knowing that whatever mischief she had been engaged in, was already done, he dismissed her, with a solemn warning never to be seen near the camp again. Her promise in the affirmative was hardly necessary, however, for ere long the result of her night ' s work was revealed to the Northern General in no agree able way. Instead of being, according to his plan, the aggressor, he himself was attacked, and finding the climate in that vicinity rather warm, even though it was winter, he deter mined that it might be better for the general health of his soldiery, to retire from those quarters. Meanwhile the young officer, severe- ly reprimanded for want of vigilance, went back to his Northern home, carrying a heart which had in it little room for faith in women, or, at least, in Southern women. As for Miss St. Johns, her brave deed won for her the ad- miration of all, and the heartfelt thanks of both the General and the soldiers of that part of the army, to which her act had proved so great a blessing. Let us look forward a few years after this event. The story of this girl had in some way gotten into the foreign newspapers. An old Scotch lady, wealthy and of noble blood, reading the account, sent across the waters, a diamond ring together with a congratulatory note, as a token of her sincere admiration for Miss St. Johns. Now it chanced that the lady had a son, highly gifted with attractiveness of character, together with good looks. Being of a restless disposition, after Peace had once ui ire spread her wings over our fair hills and valleys, he decided to travel in America, and by way of passing time, to visit the town in which lived the young lady in whom his mother felt so much interest. He followed out looking eyes — in fact, such a girl as one his plans, and not long after we find him dreams of, but rarely sees. We hear our standing in front of the hotel of the little vil- young man mutter, with a low whistle of lage. gazing idly at the passers-by. Suddenly admiration, ' If that were Roberta St Johns, we see a look of interest come into his eyes. by Jove, I ' d . It was Roberta St Johns Looking up we see the object which exerts and we shall leave you to guess the sequel of this interest, a young girl with golden hair, a my story. face asjlow with animation, and bright, saucv Mary EppES Robkktson- The Soul ' s Query. Oh, is there no place in ill is sad, sinful world, Where a soul from its grief and its woe may find rest. Where the billows oi trouble and pain have ne ' er rolled. Nor the shackles of sin kept its captives opprest ? Oh, canst thou not tell, thou dark, troubled Sea, Hist not found i 1 thy wand ' riujs some lone, little spot, Some place wheie my sorrow, my sin would all flee. And my anguish and torment would all be forgot ? But the Sea murmurs. No, with a sob in its tone, ■ ' There is no place on earth where your sins are forgiven, Look not unto nun, but to God-man alone. In Heaven there ' s rest and there ' s pardon in Heaven. MAKGA.KETT HARTMAN KABLK. P 2 - mg INotches in tKe Crane.l Concerning Clocks. ONCE upon a time, there was an alarm clock which stood upon a shelf in Mr. X ' s store and ticked quietly to itself. It was a happy little clock. Its face was bright and new and it ticked smoothly and peacefully. This was probably the reason that a lady with dark hair, a black bonnet and a market-bag selected it from among its companions, saying, The girls up at the Seminary are so late to break fast that we have at last persuaded them to purchase alarm clocks. Yes, this one will do, thank you. Its home was changed now and it was placed on a table among a great pile of books, in a room occupied by two girls. Its alarm was set for six o ' clock each morning and it faithfully performed its duties. One day, a tall girl with dark hair and a very high pompadour, put it under her golf cape and carried it down the hill, through a long covered way. up a flight of steps to a large room called chapel. When here, she put it in the very bottom of a waste-paper basket far away from sight. The poor little clock was in despair. Why was it so treated ? Had it not always performed its duties well ? At about half-past eight o ' clock, it heard one of its brothers give an alarm and about thir- teen or fourteen companions answer him Anxious to be taken out of that uncomfort- able position, it, too, gave an alarm, long and loud. Presently, a very tall lady with gray hair came into the room. She seemed vexed about something The room was filled with girls and they all looked scared and pale. All the clocks were gathered in a great heap and carried to a dark dark room. They were never again wound. The jingle and the tinkle of their alarms was never heard again. They had destroyed the quiet ill study- hall. and were put in shameful disgrace, to suffer all the rest of their days. And whose fault was it ? That is the question. What mortal cranks, To them no thanks, In some fell hour invented pranks ? This be their doom, In some dark room, In darkest shades of endless gloom, To take their stand, With clocks in hand, Amid a sorrowful, sighing band, And vainly wind them, o ' er and o ' er. And alarms to hear for evermore. Elizabeth Ogi.e. Prize Sketch In the Lar d of Dream. NOTE— Mr. Albert ShulU offered the prize referred to. The Memorial Affair. Dressirvg for Commencement. Seminary from Sears ' Hill. School Song. M. B. S., the name we sing, And onr voices proudly ring As we join the mighty chorus Full and strong. Though our paths divided lie We are loyal, true to thee, Home of sweitest school girl diys, The M. B. S. On the hillside green it stands, Beacon light to distant lands, While the colors floats above it Fair and free. Daughters fond from far and near Pay a loving tribute here, Fame has wreathed the portals old Of M. B. S. CHORUS. White and yellow float forever, Colors bravest and the best Hark ! the echoes catch the strain Lending ba:k the glad refrain White and yellow float forever, M. B. S. Oh Baldwin ' s is the place for us, Just give us our dear school, Where all the girls are bright and sweet And never break a rule. 4 am ipY t L tjt au d , ' How doth the Baldwin ' s Busy Bee Improve each shining hour. Merci! To a Brick-House Girl. By E. L. H. I ' ve eaten Dalmonico salad — Have feasted on Sherry ' s fine food, Believe me, my dear, when I tell you That neither have tasted as good As the dainty repast which you brought me Last night, as the hell rang at ten : Poor teachers do sometimes get hungry And one of these teachers was — then, The salad and turkey, delicious, Have vanished — as snow-flakes in June ; But kindness will not be forgotten And mem ' ry is ever attune. No pirate am I, but I pilot Fair shipping upon the high C ' s Your china, my dear, I ' m returning Merci, mille fois, if you please. An Evening Reverie. THE church steeple rises in the dis- tance ; the vesper hell chimes suftly. The evening air is still ; the birds have sung their little ones to sle;p, and the ants, those tiny children of the earth, have gone to re t to the music of the blue bells waving ill the breeze. Now after the day with its many sounds comes the night with its unheard harmony. The ploughman homeward plods his weary way ; the lonely forester leaves his axe in the tree and turns towards his humble hut The lowing herd winds slowly o ' er the lei, ' ' the tired farmer leads it home. His good wife awaits him at the gate ; the little children play at her feet in their joyous freedom ; the babe in her arms laughs and crows with delight. Father is coming home! the children cry and run to meet him. The curtain of darkness falls over the earth. The stars, one by one, leave their hidiug-places and smile in the heavens. The tender young moon siils across the sky like a ship laden with silver. The cottagers sleep peacefully with the consciousness of work well done. The old men dream of their youth- ful days— the young men of their hopes yet to be fulfilled. The spirit of night broods over the earth and all is silence, peace and rest. Why must morning come ? Bustling, busy, energetic morning— with the crowing of cocks and the cackling of hens, the clink of the hammer on the anvil and the sound of the axe on the root of the tree, the voices of children on their way to school and the songs of the negroes as they go to the cotton fields ? Not peaceful morning, but happy, busy morning ! Energy and bustle make the world go round, yet peace and quiet are the balm that makes it go smoothly. J. L. H. A Decided Mixture. CENE : On the toad to Mandalay. Discovered, Tommy Atkins resting under the only tree in sight. Tommy, soliloquizing : On the whole, it ' s not a paying business, this soldiering in India. I ' m told they talk of giving us fires and free rations, but they will take it out in talk. Keep your comforts and give me civil treatment. Here, last pay day I go down to Lucknow, to see the show. I ' ll never do it again. Keep the drunken soldier out Oh ves, it ' s Tommy this and Tommy that, but it ' s Saviour of his country when the gur.s begin to sboot. Shrill Voice, at side : And you, a British soldier, young man ! Tommy, after an ama .id pause : Oh ves ' in. I am one of Missis Victoria ' s sons, and it ' s a good deal more than I ' m fond of being too, ma ' am. Shrill Voice Why, I am surprised to see so little patriotism. Perhaps you do not know that I am Miss Betsy Trotwood, of 1) ver, aunt of the distinguished author, David Copperfield. You say this is the first time you have heard of him ? Little did I think the ignorance of India was so dense. Pray accept this volume of his essays. It will amply repay any trouble 3 T ou may find in car- rying it, for a most powerful delineator of character, is my nephew. Sir Walter Raleigh, walking from behind the tree : Permit me, distinguished madam, to tell you that in my humble opinion, Master David Copperfield is most worthy among our later writers. Miss Trotwood : Oh, thank you, my lord, thank you. It is indeed flattering to hear the praise of so distinguished a person as — Cicero, appearing from the other side of the tree : Ye gods and little fishes ! Is this Sir Walter Raleigh ? Happy to meet you, greatest of English knights, of a race whos • contem- porary I am not, but whose types of manhood afford me constant entertainment. In you, I feel sure, sir, centres the soul of my fellow- countryman, Catullus, for by the theory of Pythagoras- but see a vision of beauty, ' tis Venus descending from Olympus ! Sir Walter Raleigh : Hold, madam, one moment, whilst I spread my cloak across that sticky clay. Dorothv Manners ■ Thank you, kind sir ; you are very good, for I was but then wonder- ing if iuv slippers were to be ruined. You see, of them I think highly, for his grace, my lord North, once stepped on one of them, at a ball given by Horace Walpole. Miss Trotwood : Young woman, pray be quiet, your slippers are of minor importance. To steady your conversation, pray peruse these essays of the distinguished author, David Copperfield. Perhaps you did not know that I am his aunt ? Do be quiet while I have a few words with Cicero. Sir, my nephew has read me your discourse on the Immortality of the Soul, and I think your intellect is wonder- fully developed. Cicero, gasping: Ah! the honor to Cicero whom the Caesars ware wont to praise ! His mind is considered very fairly developed by Miss Betsy Trotwood ! Worse than the insults of Cataline ! Dorothy Manners . Has my lord seen his latest portrait in the Royal Academy? ' Tis truly fine, made from a miniature found in Queen Elizabeth ' s bed-chamber. Gibson Girl, appearing from one side of the tree: Whose your friend in the red coat? Looks as sad as the girl he left behind him. Can you take me to see Rudyard Kipling, sir ? I am really in love with that little poem, Tommy Atkins, and want to see the author. Tommy : At any rate, you see the original before you. Gibson Girl : This is so sudden. Dorothy Manners : How very mannish ! Whom do you suppose she is, Sir Walter ? Sir Walter Raleigh : Perchance, a Mis- tress Clara Barton, a bold woman, giving to mixing with soldiers. Billy Baxter, suddenly appearing on the scene : Oh, get off the earth, your old moss- back. That ' s Miss Pipp ; her father is from America and is famous for having received an education. Miss Trotwood . Famous for so trivial a thing ! M} r nephew is famous for his essays, and I — Billy Baxter : Shine with reflected glory. I ' d give thirty cents to know that queerly- dressed chap. Looks like he ' d seen better days. Cicero : Possibly I can meet you. Let me see your pedigree a moment. Billy Baxter: Humph, you ' ve never been to America ; that ' s certain. Charon: Last call for dinner! F rry boat leaving in five minutes ! And Tommy sat for full five minutes watching the departing shades, Sir Walter Raleigh and Dorothy Manners leading the way. Miss Pipp and Billy Baxter bringing up the rear. Mary Hakman. To My Love. My lady love ' s eyes are my guiding stars As I sail o ' er love ' s changeful sea, Their light, my pilot, that tells me when The way will be fair for me. Sail on, oh my heart Though the waves be high, My lady-love ' s true though free And I ' ll know by the light in her starry eyes When the way will be fair for me. Her heart is the haven I long to reach On the shore of love ' s changeful sea, And I know by the light in her starry eyes That that haven is open for me. ' m lbm - Motto : Dum Vivinius, Vivamus. Colors : Royal Purple and Gold. Flower : Marechal Niel. PAULINE E. NIX, New York. BIRDIE McCUTCHEON, Texas. ELIZABETH STOREY, Texas. KATHLEEN PHILLIPS, Florida. RUTH KITTLE, West Virginia ANNA DEE HOWELL, North Carolina. JENNIE MOORE, Kansas. CARRIE POPKESS, Georgia. LUCILE INSLEY. Colorado. HELEN HAWKS, Massachusetts. ALDINE HOWELL, North Carolina. NELL COCHRAN, New York. V. G. C. Colors : Golf Red and White. CLAIRE MYTON, PRESIDENT. PAULINE NIX, VICE PRESIDENT. LUCILE LNSLKY, TREASURER. FLORENCE WILLIAMS, SECRETARV. EDITH SEYMOUK, MASTER OF CEREMONIES HELEN HAWK-;, RUTH KITTLE, OLIVE LACKMAN, STELLA DUTTON. FLORENCE WILLIAMS. LUCILE INSLEY, BIRDIE McCUTCHEOX. EDITH SEYMOUR. PAULINE NIX, NELLIE COCHRAN. BESSIE OSWALD, CARRIE POPKKSS. ANNABEL LYLE. CLAIRE MYTON, LOUISE CARR. MottO: Edite, bibite et gaudete. Colors : Flower : Crimson and Black. Jacqueminot Rose. (5) HELEN MAR SCOTT, Maryland. (3) FANNIE WEBB ROYSTER, Virginia. (2) CECILIA WOODS, Georgia. (6) CLARA LOUISE CARR, North Carolina. LAURA REBEKAH BOYD, Georgia. (1) DOHA ELLA WORTHINGTON, Alabama. (4) MARY STAMPS ROYSTER, Virginia. 7 C. O. D.1 C. 0. D. Color : Red. (10) (5) (13) (2) (11) (8) (7) (3) (1) (12) (6) (■4) ( ' 5) (4) (9) Flower : Red Carnation. PAULINE E. NIX, New York. STELLA DUTTON, Michigan. WILLIE MAE TEAGUE, Texas. JENNIE MOORE Kansas. ADDIE HORTON, South Carolina. LUCILE INSLEY, Colorado. NELL COCHRAN, New York. ELIZABETH STOREY, Texas. ANNA DEE HOWELL, North Carolina OLIVE LACKMAN, New York. BIRDIE McCUTCHEON, Texas. ALDINE HOWELL, North Carolina. MAGGIE McFADDIN, Texas. CARRIE POPKESS, Georgia. WILLIE STEALEY, Washington. a Q!S i k • mT • m Jm P. P. c. ANNIEBELLE SCOTT, PRESIDENT. BIRDIE McCUTCHEON, TREASURER. PAULINE NIX, SECRETARY. PHCEBE JONES. MASTER OF CEREMONIES. CLAIRE MYTON, PAULINE NIX, BIRDIE McCUTCHEON, PHCEBE JONES, MARY EZELL, ANNIEBELLE SCOTT, ELIZABETH HATTON, E3TELLE RICKER. D. D. D. Br D. D. D. Colors : Red and Biack. ROSALIE McDERMONT, PRESIDENT. BESSIE OSWALD, TREASURER. CLAIRE MYTON, SECRETARY. BESSIE OSWALD, ROSALIE McDERMONT, NELL BROCKENBROUGH, EDITH SEYMOUR, CLAIRE MYTON, CATHERINE SMITH, PHCEBE JONES, KATHERINE McDERMONT ELORENCE WILLIAMS, MAYSIE ELEMING. Grinds. One New Girl to Another. — One more un- fjrtunate. M. B. S. — ' Twas Presbyterian true blue. ' ' History Class. — Ours not to reason why Ours but to do or die. Claire. — She had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade and a hand to execute any mischief. Rosalie.— Rabbit. Lucile - — Some flounce their curled hair in courtly guise. V. L. U. Boys. — O. you chorus of in- dolent reviewers, irresponsible, in- dolent reviewers. Nell B. — Cursed be he that moves my feelings. Mayse F. — Every gate is thronged with suitors, all the markets overflow. Irene G- — If I were loved, as I desire to be Senior Latin. — To labor is the lot of man below. Cecilia. — For softness she and sweet attractive grace. Catherine S. — As good to be out of the world as out of fashion. Cornelia. — I love tranquil solitude and such society as is wise and good. ' Jennie M — You have waked me too soon I must slumber again. Lucy B. (in Latin class.)— The woman who deliberates is lost. The Choir. — Who as the sung, would take the prison ' d soul and lap it in Elysium. Celia Mason — Words are like leaves, and where they most abound, much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found. German Class. — Sie sind der deutschen sprache machtig (?) ? The Alarm Clock — The ringing joy of the Hall. Milliceut. — A rosebud set with little wilful thorns. ' ' Estelyn. — As fiir as good. Mabel L. — Pure at heart and sound in head. Ruth and Helen. — Her other heart, and al- most her half-self, for still they moved together, twinned as horse ' s ear and eye. Pauline. — A quicic brunette, well-moulded, falcon-eyed. ' ' Geometry Class — On the lecture slate, the circle rounded under female hands with flawless demonstration. Edith S. — It is easier to be critical than to be correct. Carrie. — I am a part of all I have met. Willie Mae. — Just a pinch of salt, please. Bessie O. — Everybody ' s running after rue. Laura. — ' In youth and beauty wisdom is The Nannies. — The three ' graces ' . rare. Physics Class. — To the dogs with Physic(s) ! Klsie and Annabel. — Oh, call it by some I ' ll none of it. better name, for friendship sounds Mary H. — Of the various executive abili- too cold. ties. Ruth K. — None but himself can be his Theresa. - Her feet beneath her petticoat parallel. like little mice stole in and out- Alma Wren and I saw and loved. Rebecca — The intuitive decision of a bright Mary W. — On their own merit modest men and thorough edged intellect to part are dumb. error from crime ; a prudence to with- Maisie I. — I was never less alone than when hold. by myself. Mabelle. — Magnificent spectacle of human Eugenia. — These little things aie great to happiness. little men. Helen S — Her face, ah call it fair not Louella. — A man will turn over half a libra- pale. ry to make one outline. Mary Rob . — I do but sing because I Nell Cochran. — ' ' Perfectly beautiful— let it must. be granted her. Where is the Robbie and Eddie Mae. — And if he heard a fault? song or instrument, then would he Florence W. — His very step has music in ' t weep, he might not be stopped. as he comes up the stairs. ' ' Anna Dee. — Ah. you flavor everything; Catherine Shu . — Ah, there are no longer you are the vanilla of society any children. Old Girls. — Illustrious predecessors. Ruth F. — Here I stand I can do no other- John. — Come then, expressive silence. wise. Cameron. — The windy satisfaction of the Nora. — Whom not even critics criticise. tongue Addie. — Note the humorous touches. Em Jones. — What! are the ladies of your T. D. E. — The Seminary ' s Select Six. land so small. Phoeb. — The elegant simplicity of the 3 per Allie H.— She hath a hard-set smile. cents. Mary Roy — r. — Full of words and wit. Ada S. — Let us embrace. Hortense. — Like an angel heavenly she Mary E. — Anniebel ' s baby. sang. Reba B. — Happy the man whose wish and M. B. S. — Far from gay cities and the ways care, of men. A few paternal acres bound. Albertis. — Merry forever and ever and one day more. Chemistry Class. — What matters science unto men ? At least to us. Katherine McD. — I did not care one straw, come of it what may. Texas. — ' • Much of a muchness. Elizabeth O. — Sunny as her skies. Jessie H — The power of thought, — the magic of the mind. Ellie S. — ' Exhausting thought, and living wisdom with each studious hour. The Howells. — Nous sommes riches. Facultas. Captain K. — Whom well inspired, the oracle pronounc ' d, truest of men. Miss Riddle. — The dignity of history. Miss Strickler. — ' O that iron will, that axe like edge unturnable Miss Frost. — Who erst in flowers of freshest youth was clad. Miss Chatterton. — A dainty lady clad in scarlet red. Miss Williamson. — Order is Heaven ' s first law. Mrs Chase. — As kind as kings on their coronation day. Miss Spiulding. — Aldeborontephoscophori- cio ! Where left you Chrononoho- toyhoton. Miss Bates. — All the spirit deeply dawning in the darkness of her eyes. Prof. Beardsworth. — Divinely small and still divinely fair. Miss Streit. — ' Who spake no slander, no, nor listened to it. Miss Hopkins.- — ' ' Like the morning star, full of splendour. Miss Tate. — Short and sweet. Miss Critcher. — ' ' The joy of youth and health her eyes display ' d — and ease of heart her every look convey ' d. Dr. Fraser. — ' ' A better priest, I trow, there nowhere known is. Miss Leeb. — ' ' Like a statue solid-set, moulded in colossal calm. ' ' Miss H. and Miss C — The endearing ele gance of female friendship. Aunt Margaret. — Fixed like a planet in her peculiar spot John Smith. — The people ' s parent, he pro- tected all. iNsUr- Y. W. C. A. 1900-01. PRESIDENT : JESSIK LEACH I : HAWKS. VICE-PRESIDENT : MI LUCENT LUPTON. TREASURER : MARY EPPES ROBERTSON. RECORDING SECRETARY ' ANNIEBELLE SCOTT, CORRESPONDING SECRETARY . IRENE GILLIAM. PRESIDENT : MARY EPPES ROBERTSON VICE-PRESIDENT : HELEN MAR SCOTT. TREASURER . JANIE ALLISON WILLIAMS. RECORDING SECRETARY : LUCY PARKE BROOKE. CORRESPONDING SECRETARY : IRENE GILLIAM. Words by Nora Fkaser. Lullaby. Music by JosiE Gilkeson. Y i — — a t h — — © — e tj U t ± 4 Little one sleep, Rosy one sleep. The birdies are dreaming, In the moonlight ' s soft gleaming They ' re taking their rest, Litt ' e one sleep, Rosy one sleep. The turtle dove ' s cooing A magical wooing Calls all to repose In the warm cozy nest. Oh sleap, little one, At the day ' s quiet close. Oh sleep, rosy one, sleep. sleep. Little one sleep, Rosy one sleep, The good God shall ward thee. His angels shall guard thee, He ' s over all No ill can befall. Oh sleep, little one, sleep. Notes from Old Girls. Marriages. Jean Fuqua, to Governor Beckham, of Kentucky. Carlotta Kable, to Mr. William H Morris, Staunton. Va. Annabelle Timberlake, to Mr. Thomas Hogshead, Staunton, Va. Frances Paris, to Mr. McLaurin, Staun- ton, Va. Mary Virginia Finks, to Mr. Downs, Waco, Texas. Annie Snowden Carr, to Mr. George L. Lyon, Durham, N. C. Mary Rett White, to Mr. Arthur Beverly Elliott, Savannah, Ga. Ellen Robinson Riley, to Mr. Dabney Carr Harrison, December I, 1900, Washing- ton, D. C. Lucile Kilby West, to Mr. Hampton H. Wayt, September 20, 1900, Roanoke, Va. Ruth Millard, to Mr. Henry D. Runimel, June 25, 1900, Baltimore, Md. Harriet Payne Maxwell, to Mr. Hugh Jarvis, February 28, 1900, Point View, W. Va. Priscilla Williams Bridges, to Mr. John Carmichael, June 6, ' 900, Hancock. Md. Beatrice Sinclair Chandler, to Mr. Alex- ander Taylor Patton, June 21, i9 San Fiancisco, Cal. Sophronia Stealey, to Mr. Samuel T. Park, December 8, 1900, Washington, D. C Marion Collins, to Mr. William Homer Greer, June 27, 1900, Pennsboro, W. Va. Margaret Duke Watson, to Mr. James Huston Hall, Jr., June 12, 1900, Cincinnati, O. Alice Mary Turner, to Mr. Robert Mac- key Broc kett, February 23, 1901 , Kansas City, Mo. Alice Walker Hudson, to Mr. Fred P. Frisbie, June 6, 1900, Lancaster, Ky. Margaret Winters Crawford, to Mr. Ed- ward McKim McCue, June 12, [900, Augusta County, Va. Nellie Brown, to Mr. Albert M. Keller, November 14. 1900, St. Louis, Mo. Emma Mercier, to Mr. John Seymour Montgomery. April 24, 1900, Augusta Ga. May Dabnev, to Mr. Cutter, of California. Harriet Babcock, to Mr. J. W Hunt, D? troit, Mich. Harriet Crook Hankins, to Mr. Morris Miles, Martin, Tenn., December, 1900. Agnes Miller, to Mr. Hugh Sproul, Staun- ton, Va. Ann Cochran, to Mr. Doub, at Staunton, Va. Miss Florence Periiue, to Mr. Krowl at Upper Red Hook, N. V. Marguerite Moore West, to Mr Joseph C. Morris, at Summit, Miss. Notes from Old Girls. Mary Mclivvaine has been teaching at Newport News Seminary and is very success- ful Julia Armspaugh has been studying at Kadcliffe College this year. Abbie McFarland has had charge of a kindergarten class at Charlotte, N. C, this winter. Nannie McFarland has been taking a course in French at Barnard College, N Y. She passed a full entrance examination and was able to enter the most advanced class. Mary Yost was a freshman at Vassar this year. Helen Drone and Carrie Bell are teaching at Chatham, Va. Bessie Summerson has a music class in Sumter, S. C. Florence Kalkoff sailed for Europe in March and will spend several months in Italy- Jacqueline Epes, who has been teaching at Woman ' s College, Columbia, S. C, will spend next session at Radcliffe. Sadie Metze is working at the Students ' Art League in New York and in a studio of her own. Belle Scott has been teaching history in Statesville Female College, N. C, this year. Annie Riddle is teaching in Breniin, Ga. The following is from a letter from Celeste Elyse Wilder, of Charlotte, N. C : I have just returned from Tennessee, where I went in December to be bridesmaid to Harriet Crook Hankins, of Martin, who mar- ried Mr. Morris Miles, of Union City. She had just returned from a year ' s tour of Europe. She is now keeping house in Union City. Ethel Hatcher, of Columbia, Tenn., was also one of the attendants. She roomed at Hill- top. ' I visited Olivia Barrow in Columbia, Tenn., where she reigns a belle. She gave me a large reception. In attendance were quite a few old M. B. S. girls. Annie and Reliecca Williamson, Elizabeth McLemore, Ethel Hatcher, Emma Pate, of Knoxville, and Eliza- beth Walker, of Franklin. Afterwards, Olivia Barrow and I visited Elizabeth Walker in Franklin, Tenn. In September Olivia and Elizabeth visited me here in Charlotte. May Hutchinson, of Columbus, Miss., has just lost her sister Irene (in March) ; she was also an M. B. S. girl. May is to visit Mrs. Crawford in Cincinnati in the month of June. Mrs. Simpson Little (nee Flora Pickett, of Canton, Ga.), is now keeping house in Knox- ville. Reba Bridges, of Hancock, Md., is visit- ing her sister, Mrs. Bridges, at the Presby- terian College — her brother-in-law is president of the institution. She is now studying vocal music. Abbie McFarland and her mother have been spending the winter with Mrs. McFar- land ' s sister, just across the street. Mildred Ellis, of Hickory, N. C, spent a day in Charlotte last week : she has been visiting at Gastohia, N. C. Bessie Mickel, of Rutherfordtown, N. C, is staving with her sister here in town Edith Atkins, of Boydtown, Va., spent several months here this winter with her sis- ter, Mrs. Carson. The coterie of old M. B. S. girls from Charlotte are : Addie Mason — Mrs. A. L. Barron. Lou Young — Mrs. A. L. Smith. Sallie Young, Annie Barringer (died in ' 74)- Minnie Gibson — Mrs. Pope. Annie Thorn — Mrs. Lobba Johnson. Mildred Cabell Watkins. Eloise Butt— Mrs. Cary Dowd. Frances Butt — Mrs Lawrence Johnston. Laura Wadsworth — Mrs. Ed. Stitt. Alice Holland, Pattie Alexander (died in ' 95). Violet Alexander, Julia Alexander. Birdie Wilson — Mrs. A. S. Thompson. Lou Robertson — Mrs. Eugene Graham. Mattie Harris and Carolyne Wilder. Helen Bridges, another M. B. S. girl, spent the winter here also. May Dabuey, formerly of Staunton, is married and lives in California. She is Mrs. Cutler. Winifred Adderton, of Lexington, N. C, visited here last f -ill She has spent part of t ' ne winter with Miss Amanda Cardwell, of Little Rock. Ark. I sang in St. Peter ' s Episcopal Church on Easter Sunday. I expect to have my voice cultivated in New York City next winter. Jodie Williams has been at school in Washington and Willie Hudson in New York. Besse Bruusou spent part of the winter in Staunton ; she returned to her home, Charles- tun S. C, in Febrtiarv. Hattie Strayer visited the Seminary on her way to West Virginia. Katherine Scolt spent November and De- cember in New York, returning home at Christmas to make her debut. Bettie Miller is at school at Oldfields, near Baltimore. During Lent she made her money playing chiropodist for the girls. Sharp Williams spent the early winter with her father, Hon. John Sharp Williams, in Washington. Permele Elliot has been travelling this winter. Dora Northington is at school at Sans Souci, S. C. Virginia Lucas, of Charlestown, W- Va , has paid visits to New York, Boston and Washington this year. Lillie Logan Keau, after studying abroad for some years, is now teaching music at Peace Institute, N. C. Libby Alby went to Korea in September ; she writes much that is interesting of her lite and work there. Mildred Watkins is teaching at Woman ' s College in Charlotte, N. C. Ruth Lee sailed for Brazil in September and is doing good work there. Hallie Ogle has spent the winter in Wash- ington with her cousin, Mrs. Hornsby. Miss Mary Winchester Abbott, teacher of English ' gg- ' oo, hos been studying at Smith College this year. Miss Bates is at her home in Missouri with liet mother. Ellette Tenney made her debut in Wash- ington, in the fall. Daisy Harris is studying music and his- tory at htr home in Charleston, W. Va. Melva Chapman spent last summer in Wisconsin. She now lives in Carthage, Mo. Lucile Barker is at Fairmount Seminary, Washington. Bessi- Scott is studying kindergarten in Chicago. Ethel Smith is at Belmont College, Nash- ville, Tenn. Helen Bowen sailed for Naples in April. Mary Belle Claek is in Berlin studying music. Merrill Proctor is studying music in Cin- cinnatti. Martha Bruce is teaching in Dorian, Ala. Eleanor Preston graduates this year in medicine at Woman ' s Medical College of Pennsylvania. Good Bye. Farewell ! The hedgerows bloom With April ' s rain, Sweet Summer time Has come again ; And from the past Time leads the way, Our paths divide We part to-day. While Hope beats high For days to come, And sweet the sound Of Home, Sweet Home ! Our girlhood days And happy hours, Loud mem ' ry holds As fairest flowers. CHORUS. Oh memory, sweet memory, In tender tone thy cadence tell. Oh memory, sweet memory. Yet linger, though we breathe farewell. E. L. H. Memorial Exercises The beautiful memorial window given by the Alumnae Association, in honor of the for- mer principal of the Seminary, Miss Mary lulia Baldwin, was unveiled Friday, May 24th, at noon, the exercises being held in the Chapel of the school. An entertaining program was arranged. There were addresses by Mr. J. A. Wad- dell, who presented the window and I r. A. M. Fraser, who accepted it in the name of the school. All interesting feature of the morning was the reading of a poem written by Miss Virginia Lucas, of West Virginia, a former pupil of the school. The Seminary Glee Club sang Kipling ' s Recessional Hymn in a pleasing manner. The window was unveiled by Mr. Bald- win Darrow, As the window was submitted to the view of those present, a tender recollection of the noble and pure life of one. whose spirit breathes in every part of the school and whose memory is ever present with us, came to each one. Ill its perfect symmetry and beauty, the window is worthy of commemorating the founder of the Mary Baldwin Seminary. e=5s j _ 0. R. Caldwell, President. D. P. Sites. Secretary. £aldwcll $itc$ Company, Boosellers, Stationers, printers anb Engravers, No. 7 Masonic Temple. $]fe No. 105 South Jefferson St., Staunton, Va. WW Roanoke, Va. We carry the largest stock of General and College Text-Books in this section. Can frequnetly supply second-hand books at greatly reduced prices. We can use your old school books at fair prices. We carry in stock the latest and best things in Correspondence Papers. We give special attention to Card Engraving. Monogram Work, Wedding Inivtations c. Samples and prices furnished upon application. We take subscriptions for all Magazines and Periodicals published in the United States We can supply any book published. Your mail orders shall have prompt attention. Estimates on Blank Books, printed or lithograph work, made on appli- cation We earnestly solicit your patronage, and will make it to your interest to deal with us. Should you desire any information about Staunton — one of the most attractive little cities in the South — write us. We will gladly answer all inquiries. Cordially yours, CALDWELL-S1TES COMPANY, Staunton, Virginia. For the SWELLEST Styles € IN Firve Footwear, and a splendid variety of TRUNKS TRAVELING BAGS You will do well to buy of A. Lee Krvowles, THE SHOE MAN. 21 West Main St., Staunton, Va.. Have you seen our College Women ' s Shoe. THE BUSY BEE, GUY F. SUTTON, Prop., MERCHANT TAILOR and DRAPER, STAUNTON, VIRGINIA. Ladies Tailoring a Specialty GOODS SOLD BY THE YARD. Joseph Ba.rkmaf , Manufacturer of PURE CANDIES and CAKES, ICE CREAM. HANDLER OF LOWNEY ' S CHOCOLATES AND WHITMAN ' S FINE CANDIES. Staunton, Virginia. Cbc Smith fuel go., Coal and Coke, 18 East Main St., Staunton, Va. MILLINERY The latest styles, The greatest variety, The most skilled trimmers, The most reasonable prices. It will pay you to see our hats before buying. The STAUNTON MILLINERY, By MRS. S. P. KNISELEY, 32 E. Main Street. Second Door from New Street. Reliable Jewelry. There ' s safety, satisfaction and saving in patronizing this store. Poor jewelry often looks as good as the best. The only safe way is to patronize a store of known reliability. Everything we show you is precisely what we say it is — inside and out. When you buy an article of us. you know as much about it as any expert jeweler in the land could tell you. D. L.SWITZER, 3 East Main Street- Tarl H. Powell, WHOLSALE and RETAIL DEALER IN Staple and Fancy Groceries, Hay, Grain and Mill Feed. Crackers and Cakes, Canned Goods, Fancy Groceries, etc. High Grade Teas and Coffees a Specialty. COUNTRY PRODUCE. 5 W. Main St. . C. 0. Ry. Co. Best Route to the West Sovith and SovitKwesto Accommodations the Best. Steam-Heated and Elec- tric-Lighted Trains to all Points. Dining ' Car Ser- vice on a.11 Through Trains. Ng Ng Ng n When lrft t-ling between any points be sure that your ticket reads via the Chesa- peake a Ohio Railway. It is the scenic route of the South. Any of the Chesa- peake and Ohio agents will be glad to give you information in regard to your trip. For further information, call on or ad- dress JAMES KER, Jr., Passenger Ticket Agent, Staunton, Va. Big Four l oute Magnificent Vcstibuled Trains with Elegant Dining Cars to Chicago, Lake Front Entrance. St. Louis, Via Merchants Bridge No Tunnel. BEST LINE FROM VIRGINIA TO POINTS IN DISTANCE Missouri, Texas, and the Western States. Fast Schedule, Fine Equipment, Smooth Tracks. C W. STEVENS. President H. W. FULLER. Gen. Pass. Agt. For full information address TH0S. A. GARRIGAN, S. E. P. A., Huntington, W. Va. WARREN J. LYNCH, W. P. DEPPE, Oenl. Pass. Tkt. Agt. A. 0. P. T. Agt Cincinnati, 0. ?. m. Oialter $ Son, DEALERS IN- Organs, P 5 -1381 i Piano Makers, Organ Builders, Timers and Repairers. General Musical Merchandise. Offick 109 PLcker Building, Phone S. 1 ' . ). [50x466. Residence 310 N. Mew Street. Contractors for Church ORGANS. Tuners for all the Schools of Staunton. Staunton, Va., Nov. 5, 1SS9. Mr F. W. Waller has had charge of the Pianos in this Institute for many years, and has proved himself faithful and efficient. In many instances he has selected the instruments for me, and I ordered my Piauos through him entirely to my satisfaction. (Signed) M. J. BALDWIN, Prin. Augusta Female Seminary. Baltimore, April 26th, 1S59. We herewith certify that Mr. F. Wm. Walter, is a practical Piano maker and Tuner, and has been in our employment over one year. We recommend him to the public when his services are needed. WM. KNABE CO. Mr. F. W. Walter has had charge of my Pianos and Organs for years, giving satisfaction in both Tuning and Repairing. I commend his work. MRS. GEN. J. E. B. STUART, Prin. Virginia Female Institute. D EN N V S = - FOR = - NOVELTIES, DRY GOODS, NOTIONS, ETC., No. 22 Ea.st Ma.irv Street, STAUNTON. - VIRGINIA. THave H?ou XTrieb BELL ' S ICE CREAM SODA WATER, IF NOT WHY NOT. Toilet Articles a Specialty. F. W. BELL CO., Druggists. 19 East Main Street. Successful Songs and Ballads by Eminent Composers. CIINi. RY BUNCH MAR.CHESI, M. LOUliE CLARY 3Ul U DI DAVID BbPHAM, JULIAN WALKER and o APRIL-TIME. Words by E. Teschmacher Music by F. H. Cowcn. April-Tmiehas smiles and tears, A little sunshine, a little rain time, First a frown and then a kiss, Sometime sad, then glad appears, Hut the birds sing, and the flowers grow Neath the fickle, everchauging sky Though the days bring both joy and woe. April is the sweetest mouth, say I, Life is like sweet April time, A little sunshine, a little rain time, Hull of smiles, then full of tears, Like the poet ' s deepest rhyme. But our hearts sing, and the flowers grow, As we wander ' neath its fickle sky, Though the days bring both joy and woe, thers. TilE SWEETEST FLOWER THAT BLOWS. Words by F. Peterson, M. D. Music by C. B. Hawlcy. The sweetest flow ' r that blows, I give you as we we part, For you it is a rose, For me it is my heart, The fragrance it exhales, Ah ! if you only knew, Which but in dyiug fails, It is my love for you. The sweetest flow ' r that blows, I give you as we part, For you it is a rose, For me it. is my heart. April is the swentest month, say I. CATALOGUES WILL BE SENT FREE OF CHARGE ON APPLICATION. COMPANY, THE JOHN CHURCH Cincinnati, New York, London. t gsg-, ,?? 5 LAU B. HIM LAU B. DUE, Laundry, 132 W. MAIN STREET. Reasonable Rates, Prompt and Polite Attention. Sa.tisfa.ctiorv Gua.rarvteed. FINE TEAS A SPECIALTY. gEE 13ive {Store, Up-to-date Millinery LADIES 7 AND GENTS ' Furnishings Fancy Notions. BEE HIVE STOR.E. GEO. W. KINGETER. Prop. Hoover, Bear Co.. HEADQUARTERS ON Fine Dress Goods, Silks, Fancy Trimmings, Ladies ' Fur- nishings, Tailored Suits c EVERYTHING UP-TO-DATE Dressmaking Establishment on Second Floor. Agents for the Celebrated ' ' Centemeri Kid Gloves and ' ' American Lady Corset. WE HAVE THE KIND OF Soda Water THE - LADIES - LIKE. Willson Brothers. r n£2y ili ' Ji; ii ' ' iin ;ll  l Hi ' l .i f ■: rii ' m l ' lliiil ' liw ' illll ' l l.« ' i inrfj n Ji When you want something right Li Y swell in slippers — you go to rg I McH. HollidsLy ' s | A Of Covirse. l| JOS. M. BRERETON, R. R. HEYDENREICH. Director Stonewall Band.) ( Treasurer Stonewall Band. ) Brereton licydcnrcich, Will be pleased to quote prices on any kind of MUSICAL INSTRU- MENT, from a JEWS-HARP to a PIPE-ORGAN. piano ( Rooms 15 and 16 Crowle Building, parlors (STAUNTON, VIRGINIA. AMERICAN STOCK CO., Dry Goods, Notions and Shoes, 10 and 12 East Main Street. M irry KilgaJen, SANITARY PLUMBERS, Gas, Steam and Hot Water Fitters, And Dealers in General Plumbers Supplies, 115 EAST MAIN STREET. STAUNTON, - - - VIR.GINIA. Caldwell-Sites Company, C. RUSSELL CALDWELL, President, Booksellers, Stationers, Printers and engravers, No. 7 Masonic Temple. No. 105 South Jefferson St. STAUNTON. VA. ROANOKE. VA. We solicit your Mail Orders for Fine Correspondence Papers. We can supply any Book, Magazine or Periodical published. We give special attention to Card Engraving and Wedding Invitations. Sam- ples and prices furnished on application. Should yon desire information about Staunton, one of the most attractive resi- dence cities in the South, write us, we will take pleasure in answering such inquiries. Very Respectfully, CeJdwell-Sites Company, MASONIC TEMPLE, STAUNTON, VA, Dealer in IMPORTED DOMESTIC Dry Goods. D. E. EUR ITT, = MANAGER, Staunton, Virginia. -j a. a, Q O JOHN FALLON, FLORIST, Staunton. - Virginia. Grower of Fine Cut Flowers. Roses. Carnations and Violets specialties. Funeral Designs Wedding Bouquets Artistically Ar- ranged on Short Notice. ■ ;XS = ■.: : • 7 y ■ At ■ ■Hn Bnr raap,ar S rfiS ' Tri rny --j A. RnL ma wkammk. AsxsSSl?, t ■•j fl -•-•---.. _z r._ __i- : ..-. i ■ft:-. rn r : ft ■ • i 1 i € ' w.!:iar :ji imJBmn Sii i 1 1? „ .. .. 7 3 •, .. ' -. i l ± ' --- ' ' m£ ' y ■- - jS g Iws ! ' J 1 ' • 5- « P U-i ; M| 3fw ' 1 :— ; ' 1 ' ' iii-i j l B BBB : . •!! W Interior of the Jewelry Store of Tf. L Lang, Staunton, Va. DR. N. WAYT BRO., Leading Druggists, 16 W. Main St., Staunton, Virginia. Mutual Phone 16. Bell Phone 81. Plaine Naill, Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Steeple ©Li d F survey Groceries, COUNTRY PRODUCE, ETC., 17 East Main Street , StaL ji ton, Va . CIk Palmer Rouse, §iiaun-tjn. ip inia. J. E. Porter, Prop. Rates, $1 50 and $2.00 per day, according to Loc tion of Room. Under New Management. Has re- cently been remodeled and refurnished. Office on Ground Floor. Heated throughout. Large Sample Rooms with Good Light. Situated in the Centre of Citv. PALAIS ROYAL. We have been months perfecting our Millinery Plant and we are now proud to say Staun- ton has a well equipped MILLINERY ESTABLISHMENT which would do credit to any of the larger cities. May we ask you to give us an early opportunity to show you our large and UP-TO-DATE STOCK. We also carry a full line of Ladles Furnishing Goods Every pair of our KID GLOVES are guaran- teed. PALAIS ROYAL. £ dife4 dfe4 a£fedl £!fe MILHANY HILLEARY, l cal Estate « Insurance Agents, Staunton, Virginia. Correspondence solicited from those desiring to buy or rent property. B. F. HUGHES, Druggist, No. 6 South Augusta Street, Keeps constantly on hand a choice selection of Toilet Articles, Soaps and Perfvimery Of Exquisite Delicacy, and FANCY GOODS for the BOUDOIR. mary - Baldwin Seminary, For Young Ladies, Staunton, - Virginia. Session Begins September 5th, 1901. The phenomenal growth of the Mary Baldwin Seminary for more than a quarter of a century, is the best testimonial of its efficiency as an educational institution. A thoroughly equipped corps of teachers, a healthful climate and school buildings with all modern sanitary arrangements and conveniences, insure to the student unusual advantages as well as a comfortable and pleasant home. For catalogue, apply to MISS E. C. WEIMAR, Principal. Albert Shultz, Bookseller, Art Deader Sta.tioner, Picture Fra.ming. Publisher 6 Printer, Artistic Interior Decorations. 10 W. Moan SU 7 S. New St., STAUNTON, VA. Every Department of our Business is kept up to the high standard we have set ourselves and we shall be pleased to supply full information and quote pi ices on anythiug in our various lines. The engraving and die stamping of C llege Stationery, Invitations and Diplomas is a branch of our .Stationery Department to which we invite particular attention. Particularly during the Holiday Season we carry an excellent stock of Imported Porcelains, Bric-a-Brac and Bronzes and an immense variety of articles suitable as Holiday gifts. Albert SKviltz. PA RLOR. MILLINERY. Staunton, = Virginia, Designers of Exclusive Millinery. Agents for Knox Sailors. MRS. L. B. CAMPBELL. Spitlcr and Rowison, Sta.ple and Fancy GHOCERIES, NO. 4E. MAIN ST., Staunton, Virginia. Phones, Mutual 141, Bell 86.  V- V V Whitman ' s Fine Candies, Saratoga Chips, Hnyler ' s Cocoa, Heinz ' s Mixed Pickles, Chocolat-Menier, Marviu ' s Crackers. % M