Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

Text from Pages 1 - 176 of the 1903 volume:

I ' ► Printer and Pubiyherm STAUNTON he BLUESTOCKING i -;;v s im iiy-: BALDWIN COAT OF ARMS. MARY BALDWIN SEMINARY, 1902-03. The portraits in this book are from photographs by Murray, Staunton, Virginia. To OUR ALMA MATER AND HER DAUGHTERS OF THE PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE, This book is dedicated by The girls of 1903. BOARD OF TRUSTEES MARY BALDWIN SEMINARY. SESSION OF 1902-1903. Rev. George W. Finley, D. D., PRESIDENT. Joseph A. Waddell, LL. D„ SECRETARY. Henry A. Walker, Esq., TREASURER. Judge J .M. Quarles, James N. McFarland, Esq., James H. Blackley, Esq., Dr. Newton Wayt, Henry D. Peck, Esq., Hon. Henry St. George Tucker, Arista Hoge, Esq., Rev. A. M. Eraser, D. D., William H. Landes, Esq., Samuel F. Pilson, Esq., John M. Spotts, Esq., Rev. William N. Scott, D. D. EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE. Joseph A. Waddell, LL. D,, Rev. George W. Finley, D. D., Rev. A. M. Eraser, D. D., Henry D. Peck, Esq., William H. Landes, Esq. OFFICERS AND TEACHERS. E. C. Weimar, PRINCIPAL. Rev. A. M. Fraser, D. D. CHAPLAIN. LITERARY DEPARTMENT. Myra Louise Spaulding, A. B., University of Chicago. ENGLISH LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE. Martha D. Riddle, University of Chicago. HISTORY AND BOTANY. V. M. Strickler, University of Chicago. LATIN AND ENGLISH COMPOSITION. Fannie I. Alward, A. B., University of Columbia. MATHEMATICS AND NATURAL SCIENCES. Mile. Maria A. E. Emmerich, FRENCH AND GERMAN. Mary L. Mattoon, A. B., Elmira College. MENTAL AND MORAL SCIENCE AND BIBLE HISTORY. N. L. Tate, PRINCIPAL OF PREPARATORY DEPARTMENT. MATHEMATICS AND ENGLISH. Mrs. R. S. Hamilton, MATHEMATICS AND PHYSIOLOGY. Jennie D. Riddle, University of Chicago. ENGLISH AND MATHEMATICS. Bessie Chambers Leftwich, Mary Baldwin Seminary. ENGLISH. Helen S. P. Williamson, ENGLISH. Sara Greenleaf Frost, B. L.., Graduate of the Boston School of Expression. ELOCUTION. V. M. Strickler, Dunsmore Business College. BOOKKEEPING. Lizzie Paris, Dunsmore Business College. STENOGRAPHY AND TYPEWRITING. Sara Greenleaf Frost, B. L., Graduate of the Boston School of Expression. PHYSICAL CULTURE. ART DEPARTMENT. Sarah Richardson Meetze, Art Students ' Leagues of Washington and New York. DRAWING AND PAINTING. Sarah Richardson Meetze, DESIGNING, ILLUSTRATING CONVENTIONALIZATION, AND HISTORIC ORNAMENT. MUSIC DEPARTMENT. Professor F. W. Hamer, Germany. PIANO, ORGAN, HARMONY AND HISTORY OF MUSIC. Professor C. F. W. Eisenberg, Conservatory of Leipsic. PIANO, ORGAN, HARMONY AND HISTORY OF MUSIC. Thomas Beardsworth, VIOLIN, GUITAR, AND MANDOLIN. Julia Schelling, Graduate Beethoven Conservatory. Studied in Berlin and Dresden. PIANO. Katharine S. Parsons, Studied in Paris and London, with E. Delle Sedie, Manoury Henschel and Francis Karbay. VOCAL MUSIC. F. W. Walter, HARP. Anna M. Streit, LIBRARIAN. W. W. King, BUSINESS MANAGER. Mrs. R. S. Hamilton, MATRON. Bettie Withrow Chase, HOUSEKEEPER. Annie P. Hodgson, iNTENDENT OF INFIRMARY. Dr. H. H. Henkel, PHYSICIAN. School Song. Tune : Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are Marching. M. B. S. the name we sing, And our voices proudly ring, As we join the mighty chorus Full and strong. Though our paths divided be, A e are loyal, true to thee. Home of happiest schoolgirl days- The M. B. S. White and yellow float forever, Colors bravest and the best ; Hark ! the echoes catch the strain. Sounding back the glad refrain : A hite and yellow float forever, M. B. S. On the hillside green it stands. Beacon-light to distant lands, While the colors float above it Fair and free. Daughters fond from far and near Pay a loving tribute here. Fame hath wreathed the portal old Of M. B. S. LITERARY EDITORS, 1. Lulu Wetherell, - - - - West Virginia. 2. Esteline Paxton, . _ _ . . Virginia. 3. Blanche Adair, - - - . . _ Texas. 4. Marie Clarke Brunson, ... South Carolina. 5. Cornelia Morgan, ..... Missouri. 7. Eleanor Lilian White, ... . Virginia. ART EDITORS. Marie Clarke Brunson, Bessie Hoge, - South Carolina. Virginia. XWMATJTA Christmas Holidays. ' Tis not amiss to give a line To M. B. S. at Christmas time, The time when all rules were laid by, And hearts were light, and spirits high, When banished was all dignity. And in its place was jollity. The walls, which seemed grim and austere, Contained a deal of Christmas cheer- That spirit which pervades the air At yule-tide in lands everywhere. For forty maids of M. B. S. Who most inventive brains possess, W ho always make the best of things, No matter what Dame Fortune brings, Decided not to wail and moan. Because they were away from home ; Instead, to make this one December A time forever to remember. Success was theirs without a doubt, As you ' ll agree when you find out The many pleasures unalloyed. That those remaining ones enjoyed, And none indeed will so far go To say our holidays were slow. First was the game of basket-ball, At Staunton ' s famed athletic hall. Where teams of equal might and strength Engaged in contests of great length ; And if it was a trifle rough, We did not think we ' d seen enough Until the game was really done, And though we cared not which side won, We gave the winning side their due, And cheered a hearty cheer or two. The following night, an undertaking Not of our own original making. But one which is of old renown, Where rag and tag and velvet gown, And other styles of like array, Down in the gym did hold full sway ; I ' m sure there never was more hearty, Wholesome, frolicking, tacky party. The boxes now began to come. And each and every girl had one. So, many an oft-repeated feast Gave pleasure not at all the least ; The love of feasting we can trace Down from the most primeval race, For ever since time first began. There ' s always been an inner man. We never did have time for rest. For, after that, all fancy drest. To trip the light fantastic toe, Down in the ball-room (?) all did go. From gay soubrette to queen so fair, All other personages were there ; Some of them were of famous note. And others were of names remote ; It mattered not, when oft was seen A courtier dancing with his queen. And thus the hours soon were past Until the curfew tolled at last, When knights and ladies homeward went, With fancy ball pleased and content. Old mother Goose, as she rode by, When on her way up through the sky, Beheld this revelry and fun, And tho ' she ' s old, she, too, is young. And enters in with might and main To aught that is of lighter vein. So Christmas night she gave command That for a time we join her band ; Then round about she cast her charm, And tho ' she did no mite of harm. No one, indeed, had ever thought That e ' er such changes could be wrought As those within that one short hour. Occasioned by her magic power. Her band was present, every one, From King Cole to the Piper ' s son, And the fat old gent from far Bombay Did exercise unrivalled sway ; For none were anxious to combat With a man so monstrous fat. Boy Blue was there, and Jack and Jill, And they were up to mischief still. And still the dame did shake and freeze. Whose skirts were cut up to her knees. But Simple Simon took the prize. Not for being wondrous wise. But as a paltry recompense For such an utter lack of sense. Of course Old Mother Goose was there. And in each game she took a share. And when at length her spell was o ' er. And all the girls were as before. She started on her skyward flight, We thanked her for the pleasant night, And also for her timely measure That added so much to our pleasure. Though half indeed has not been told. No more to you shall I unfold, For I did promise but a line To M. B. S. at Christmas time. Blanche Adair. The Mary Baldwin Literary Society. PRESIDENT. Eleanor Dorset Morris, - - Delaware. VICE-PRESIDENT. Cecilia Woods, .... Georgia. RECORDING SECRETARY. Agnes McClung West, - - Virginia. CORRESPONDING SECRETARY. Cornelia Morgan, . - - Missouri. TREASURER. Josephine Sheppard Budd, - - Virginia. ASSISTANT TREASURER. Elizabeth Matthews Sherrard, - Virginia. Graduates. Mary Eppes Robertson Janie Allison Williams . Mabel Wharton Leftwich UNIVERSITY. Virginia Mississippi . Virginia INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC. Willie Cameron Browning Virginia Creel Tinder Kentucky Lola Huffman Virginia ART. Mattie Ahmyle Anderson Virginia ACADEMIC. Cecilia A oods Georgia Willa Belle Hamilton Virginia Graduates. A long, deep draught from the crystal fount That flows from Helicon ; And Mary has tasted the precious joy Of a life-work vell begun. As sunshine follows cloud. As rainbow follow s rain. So Janie ' s fun to a troubled face. Brings back the smile again. Calm is this maid, Unruffled and serene; But of that depth Which always marks A student, whene ' er seen. Her finger tips bewitch the keys, Else whence could flow such notes as these. Such tones as soft as sun-kissed breeze ? kSk A slender, graceful maid is she ; At music ' s shrine a devotee, And in her sphere reno ' wned she ' ll be, Both far and near. A vafted note from Orpheus ' golden lyre With harmony did Lola ' s soul inspire. Her brush she dips in shades of magic hue, And soon a world of beauty comes to view ; For she in everything can beauty see ; Some day an artist of renown she ' ll be. Maid with eyes like starlight, Tell to me, I pray. Some of thy rare learning. Making glad thy day. And filling every heart with wisdom ' s kindly ray. So bright and gay, you scarcely may Believe this maid a student ; Yet such is she, and fitly we Pronounce her wise and prudent. Shadows of Coming Events. PROPHET, the last of those lonely ones of earth, stood gaunt upon the height, and caught glimpses of the years that stretch away beyond the mountains. ' Twas the sunset of life gave him mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. Then the sunset of earth drew the shadow cur- tains from those distant peaks. Vision sought their gilded tops and lingered. The brightness dazzled, and the shining summits seemed blend- ed in a golden path; a soul crossed it with the sunlight, and the mountain knew the prophet no more. That was in the olden days. We climb perhaps to the same height, but we are practical and near-sighted. We see a mist where the moun- tains should be, and we see clearly only the valley before us. This escaped the prophet in his further range of vision, yet we do not doubt our reality, and we believe that our valley is one of the great ones, and that it holds its proper place in the record of fleeting time. One scene in this valley on which many hearts are fixed, and the sunshine smiles, is the spot where the green hills fold the M. B. S. Yes, this is a valley of material things, but on this May morning, who will deny that the very spirit of prophesy broods in the yellow and white mists circling our Alma Mater? The air is full of it, it enters through the chapel windows with the breeze, and in the hush, while the audience is intent upon the program, I listen to the spirit that breathes from the dreamy air. A mystical number rises before me, and a glance toward the rostrum shows the nine girl graduates. As I listen, the spirit will not tell me all about Mary, her life secrets are hidden from those who know her and love her best. But the spirit whispers, She will be a blessing. And though two are met in after years, one is yet our Mary; ah, we shall still know her when these amber mists have rolled away and disclose life ' s broader path. Janie, says my monitor, is a synonym for sunshine, and like Spencer ' s virtue, ... gives herself light, through darkness for to wade. Her future is written to-day in her happy face, and, he who runs may read. Mabel! comes to me in a soft whisper, as my eyes next rest on a dreamy face. Oh ! Mabel is to be our poet in the very true sense of the word ; there are poets who have never written poetry. Hers is to be a life, Darkened by shadows of earth But refle(5ling an image of heaven. But three more faces catch my attention. The first, Cecilia. And what is the prophecy ? a belle ? We could have guessed it ! Yes, those wide dark eyes and that supple grace will charm society, as the M. B. S. sends forth another lovely Southern belle. And Willa? Soon she will swell the ranks of our alumnse brides. Mattie will study art in the city, then hope points to a time when she will come back to grace our studio, and be an inspiration to younger painters at Baldwin ' s. Music, — the strains recall me ; three other fair maidens go forth from us to-day. Cameron and Creel. Something tells me that their ways will not divide, their ways of life, I mean. What they have practiced here (many things besides scales), will go with them into maturer years. And may those years be filled with sweet music, and none of discord. A pause, — and I can not write of all the future holds for Lola. This musician has made her mark in our little college sphere, and she goes forth to send her melody into the larger world, and to add a sweeter note to the universal harmony. Yes, this is a material age, but the spirit has shown me the mystical number nine — a perfect number, the work of the M. B. S. . . In my dream I stood on the mountain Where the prophet ' s feet had prest, I shared in his great revelation Of the golden-tinted West. The peaks all shone in the distance ; I wondered, but now I know, Those tops seemed bright to the prophet For the background valleys below. Cornelia Morgan. The Iris Lily. Thou rainbow promise-token, Thou angel-flower of light, Thy royal purple laid aside, Thou donnest robes of white. Thy errand, gentle Spirit, Whence comest thou, I pray? Down Heaven ' s many-tinted bow Didst thou pursue thy ' way ? God ' s message I am bringing To hearts all wrapt in gloom, A gladsome one of hope and joy. Of life beyond the tomb. Her Portrait. Dear portrait, last sweet memory of her, The shining light, and queen of other days, — Thou ' rt faded now, and she has faded too, Has vanished from my love-enraptured gaze. Poor little portrait, do you think that you Could catch the glimmer of her beauty rare. And show the whiteness of her satin skin, Or burnished tinting of her golden hair ? O little rose, the happy life you led ! You lived and died within her perfumed hair. She was God ' s flower, and blooms again for him. Perhaps you, too, have been transplanted there. Marie Clarke Brunson. To Mr. H. L. Lang, to Mr. Arista Hoge, to Mr. H. D. Murray, and to Mr. Albert Shultz, who kindly offered prizes respedtively, for the best story, the best essay, the best poem, and the best drawing for the Bluestocking of 1903, the editors extend hearty thanks, also to the judges who made the decisions. The prize for the best story, The Son of Ahimiel, was awarded to Miss Mary Eppes Robertson ; for the best essay, The Children ' s Poet, to Miss Cornelia Morgan ; for the best poem, The Presence Invisible, to Miss Blanche Adair ; for the best drawing, the Poster frontispiece, to Miss Mary Virna Colby. The Son of Ahimiel. T was a cold gray morning in November and all the world lay bleak and bare before the dying of the year. In spite of the cheerless day, a great crowd had gathered at a certain American city to see the steamer Loyd as she prepared for her outward voyage. A confused hum of voices, happy and sad, rising now and then to a maddening din, greeted the ear, and finally as the ship swung from her moorings, the noise lessened, the last farewells were shouted, and the busy throng made ready to return to the life of the great city. There was one in the crowd who lingered long, very long, who watched until a figure on the vessel ' s deck could not be seen, until the ship had become a mere speck, and then with a weary sigh, he turned and wended his way back into the heart of the city. And the figure on the deck, that of a fragile girl with brown eyes and a sweet sad mouth, watched as she stood beside a tall dignified man, until the last bit of land faded from her sight, and in her heart reiterated again and again, It is useless. I shall never forget. As for the man by her side, he smiled as American shores were no more seen, and repeated as if in triumph, A year of travel, and all will be well. A poor man, a man of humble family ! Never ! Even now he pictured to himself his daughter as she graced the ancestral halls of some proud lord. Money will do all things. But if she won ' t forget, — he mused, — time enough to think of that; for she will, she shall. But he forgot at that instant, that long ago when he was poor and unknown, the girl ' s mother had remembered. It was again a dark, cold morning in early spring. The clouds low- ered over Judean hills, and the chill winds gave little promise of birds and flowrers. Helen de Laine shivered as she looked out upon the dreary day. To-day they left Jerusalem, city of the Most High. Two months they had remained ; she had grown to love some of the scenes around. She would not be sorry, however, to bid farewell to them, for she watched with a feverish restlessness the passing of the days. Each one brought her nearer to her native land and here — there was usually a pause, and with a last thought of that which followed the and, she descended to greet her father and his friends. Each of the party had some favorite spot he wished to visit in the short time remaining before they left the city, and Helen was no exception. Her plan was quite different from that of her father ; however, against his better judgment, she was permitted to set out accompanied by an old gentleman of the party, who agreed to rejoin the rest at a certain gate of the city. With her went the most trusted of the guides, an old Jew, who had been in their employment ever since their arrival. In spite of the day, Jerusalem was crowded, the narrow streets were filled with throngs of restless, hurrying humanity. In such a crowd it was easy to lose sight of one ' s friends, and Helen, absorbed in her own thoughts, did not notice much her surroundings. At every step the street grew narrower and more noisy, and with a start, she looked A ' i around her. Her companion was no where to be seen, only the guide was there, and the place was one of which she knew nothing. The old man assured her that it was of little use to go back. Near by was a small gate, not the appointed one ; but by a certain path outside the walls, the guide informed her, the other could be easily reached. The road was one seemingly little used, but the old man had been always faithful and she suspe 5 ed no harm. At every step it seemed to grow more lonely and after a short time no signs of travel were seen. A sudden fear seized upon the girl. We are leaving the city far behind, she exclaimed. Turn back at once ! There is nothing the matter, young lady, assured the old man. This is only a different vay. But the girl was not to be deceived. In vain she threatened, com- manded, then pleaded. The man kept obstinately on. Gold shall be yours, she urged. It was of no avail. Could this be the quiet, faithful old man, she had known ? The road was getting lonelier each moment, and there was none to help. She attempted to dismount, but a heavy hand was laid on her bridle and a threatening voice almost hissed, Be quiet, and I will do you no harm, It was useless to cry out, none could hear her ; useless to plead, for the man was obstinate ; in silence the journey was pursued. Long they travelled thus, the quiet broken now and then by the prayers of the girl. She got no answer. Lonelier and lonelier grew the way. A turn in the road brought a glimpse of Jerusalem, the Holy City, far away in the dis- tance. She was in the power of the treacherous guide, confronting a fate, she knew not what. Another turn, and the Holy City vanished from her sight, and with it her hope of rescue. At that instant came a gleam of light. Down the rocky, narrow way, came a figure. She would offer her all ; she would obtain deliverance. Nearer and nearer it advanced. It was an Arab — stern, grim, and cruel. Not much to hope, she thought, better the old Jew, whatever his purpose. Aha! I know thee in spite of thyself. Son of Ahimiel ! We meet again ! cried the Arab. What hast thou here, thou vagabond ? Dost thou take back thy treasure to thy lonely mountain fastness ? The Judean wilderness befits not such a flower. Unhand her ! By Mahomet ! I shall make a better guardian. A pretty ransom she will bring, methinks. Paradise smiles ! Out of my way, dog of a Jew ! The dainty prize is not for thee, not for thine accursed, moody house. Out of my way, I tell thee ! and he sprang to the bridle. ' Nay! By the God of our fathers, thou shalt not! A curse be on thy head who lovest gold so well, thou false son of the desert ! Out of my path, and tempt me not I The Lily of the West is thine over my dead body. ' ■ Then die, thou wretch ! I had thought to kill thee ere this day, and drawing his sword, the Arab rushed upon the old Jew. The girl looked on in terror, with strained eyes and parched lips. He could never hold out against the lithe and agile Arab. Already time had laid his heavy hand on the old guide. The struggle began. The Jew succeeded in striking from the Arab ' s hand his weapon, and hand to hand, with the fierceness of beasts, they fought. The Arab ' s face was convulsed with rage, while the strength of the Jew surprised, and raised hope in the girl ' s heart. Fiercer and fiercer grew the combat. Hours it seemed in which they writhed and struggled. Would it never end ? Suddenly one fell, and rolling, dragged his adversary with him. There was a ravine on the side of the path, and nearer and nearer the two approached. Another instant, and a body fell with a dull thud. Slowly the other figure advanced toward her, and she heard him say, He is not dead; but the light of day he will not see for many hours. She looked again. Was she dreaming ? Had her fright crazed her ? ■Where was the Jew ? The figure now advancing was not an old, feeble man, but one young, tall, full of strength, with eyes of fire, and a face firm, noble, sad. He was a Jew she saw, and the dress was that worn by the old guide. What could it mean ? The horror of it all rushed over her. It was awful before — but now ! She would offer gold again, she would implore anew. Hastily she took off her rings and unclasped from her neck a necklace of pearls, which she had worn concealed. To it vas attached a locket of curious workmanship. The man came closer and with agonized voice she addressed him : Take, oh ! take the jewels ! Tell me what this horror means, and for the love of Him who vatches over the defenceless, restore me to my people. Gold — my all shall be yours. Gold ! said the man, the Son of Ahimiel cares not for gold. Let us onward. The girl shuddered and in silence they pursued their way. She looked down at the necklace in her hand, lovingly fingered the golden locket, and pressed her face to it. Turning, the man looked upon the bowed head. The jewels ! he demanded The rings and necklace were quickly delivered, but the locket was retained. The other, I desire ! Instinctively the girl ' s hands closed upon the locket more tightly. No, no, not that ! she cried, it is nothing ; do not take it. They treasure not that which is nothing. Release it, I say! Again she waited. In silence he paused before her, and with a little cry of pain she laid it in his outstreched hand. At a touch the case flew open, and he beheld the features of a man ; a noble, manly, passionate face it was, and the Jew regarded it as if fascinated. He is good, he said simply, but what is he to thee ? The girl waited with downcast eyes. What is he to thee. Pearl of the West ? Still he was unanswered. You love ? he whispered. Again there was silence. You love ! he hoarsely cried. Answer! Slowly the girl bowed her head. With a muttered curse he raised the locket and hurled it from him. Motionless he stood, as if he were turned to stone, and only the clenched hands betrayed the struggle. He turned at last. Pearl of the West, listen and forgive, if that can be. He loves thee. I, too, have loved. He would cause thee no pain. Only of thy happiness would he think. I love. My passion overpowers — two months ago I loved thee. Jerusalem then first received thee under her walls. It was brightness then, for thou wast there. I had left my mountain home for but a short time. I dare not, can not look upon the desolation of our race. I saw thee then, and knew not reason longer. Old Isaac the Jew was with thee all those months. It has been worth it all. To-day I was to lose thee. It could not be. Far up in the loneliness of the mountains dwells the Son of Ahimiel, scion of a once powerful house. Apart our house has lived, despised and outcast, only to mourn the glories which once were ours, and to implore the restoration of our people. Gloom. desolation, shame, overshadowed my life. A gleam of light I sa v across my pathway. Happiness could be mine. I sinned. I fell. I was mad ; and the Arab showed me to myself. Forgive, I pray thee ! O Daughter of the West, forgive ! He knelt in the dust at her feet. A great pity welled up in her heart — the suffering of the man ! How he loved ! Gently she bade him rise. Son of Ahimiel, she said simply, I pity. I forgive. It was almost night fall when two travellers reached a little village in Judea. Outside the gate they paused. You are safe now, said the man ; ' ' the women, pointing to some near by, will conduct you to your English friends. I go back to mine own life, and may no shadow ever cross thy path. Before she could ans ' wer, he had turned and left her. Swiftly and with bowed head he walked. She waited until he was far distant. Toward the lonely mountain he directed his course. Upon the bowed head rested the last rays of the setting sun, and as it sank in the glowing west, he passed over the crest of the hill and was gone. Darkness vas gathering over all. Eternal midnight! he murmured with rigid lips. Closing his eyes he tried to shut it out, and covered his face with a little piece of lace and linen that had once been hers. Mary Eppes Robertson. Founded on fad. Regret. Fancy in her ■whims capricious Leads my thoughts in devious ways, Brings the past again before me, Memories of bygone days. And as shadows play before me. One I single from the rest ; ' Tis the form, tho ' vague and wavering, Of the one my heart loved best. And with her again I ' m roaming, And I dream the old dreams o ' er, Listen to her softly whispering, As I did in days of yore. If a draught from Lethe ' s waters Could but cause me to forget. Then would cease my useless sighing. And my constant, vain regret. Still my heart with anxious longing Is remembering the while. And the tears that start unbidden, I must cover with a smile. Blanche Adair. M. B. S. Bows. There are bows on her dresses, and bows on her hats, There are bows on her shoes and her hair ; For bows must find place in the ribbon and lace Of this bow-loving maiden so fair. There are pink bows and blue — every size, every hue. There are black bows, and white for soirees ; Bows, bows, always bows, from her head to her toes, Thus surrounded as if in a maze. Beau ideal, too, you may find on her wall ; And since I have entered the plot, ' Tis sad to relate, by the hand of stern fate, That too often we find the beau (k)not. Yet alack and alas ! with all her fine bows, ' Tis a sorrowful thing I declare. Though she pines and she sighs with beseeching young eyes, Yet the beau of her choice is not there. C .U ' C«Ujr 03 Calendar. SEPTEMBER. 4th — School opens old girls conspicuous for their absence. 13th— Tau Delta Sigma re-organize. 20th — Re-organization of Phi Kappa Epsilon. 27th- Organization of D. D. C. OCTOBER. 4th — Miss Tenney ' s Feast. 5th — Organization of Kappa Alpha Pi. 7th — C. O. D. re-organization. 11th — Senses Party in Y. W. C. A. room. — Re-organization of Delta Sigma Phi. 18th— Delta Sigma Phi banquet. 25th — Miss Long ' s banquet at Cave Spring. NOVEMBER. 14th— U. Va. Glee Club. 21st — Mock Wedding. 27th — Thanksgiving Day feasts without number - - - German. 28th — Y. W. C. A. meetings begin reception. DECEMBER. 11th — Professor Eisenberg ' s soiree. 13th— Kappa Delta Phi banquet. 19th — Holidays begin ! 30th — School re-opens editors not prepared to report on promptness. JANUARY. 11th— Effie Ellsler in When Knighthood Was in Flower. 24th — Mother Goose Party. 30th- -Misses Stephensons ' Feast. FEBRUARY. 6th — Professor Hamer ' s soiree. 13th— Reading of Kentucky Cardinal at Y. M, C. A. 14th — Sweet Clover. Valentine Party in Gym. 20th — Miss Shelling ' s and Professor Beardsworth ' s soiree. 21st — Kappa Delta Phi goating. 28th — Enter measles. MARCH. 7th — Elizabethan Revels. 20th — Miss Frost ' s soiree. 27th — Miss Parson ' s soiree. 28th— Baby Party. APRIL. 8th — Easter vacation Hurrah for Natural Bridge ! MAY. 24th— Baccalaureate Sermon. 25th — Commencement Soiree. 26th — Closing Exercises. Johnsoniana. TOM, TOM, THE PIPER ' S SON. Thomas, Thomas, masculine offspring of the pipe manipulator, Hypothecated a shoat and proceeded actively in another direction. The infantile porker was consumed, and Thomas was subjecSted to puni- tive measures. And Thomas betook himself with great celerity along the public way. Uttering long and resonant wails. HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE. Hey diddle diddle, the feline and the musical instrument, The bovine bounded over the lunar sphere. The wee canine cachinated to observe such joviality And the crockery eloped with the stirring utensil. OLD MOTHER HUBBARD. Pr imigenous Mother Hubbard advanced to the receptacle in the mural partition. To procure for her meager canine an osseous tid-bit. But when she attained her destination, the buffet was destitute of edibles. Therefore the emaciated canine received no sustenance. LITTLE JACK HORNER. Diminutive John Horner occupied a position in a space comprised be- tAveen two converging walls, Masticating his Yule-tide nutriment baked between two layers of pastry. He inserted the digit on the radial side of his hand, And extricated a specimen of the edible fruit of the Prunus Domesticus, And remarked, What a virtuous youth I do appear ! JACK SPRATT. John Spratte was unable to deglutinate any oleaginous matter, His connubial affinity found it impossible to masticate the minutest par- ticle of macilent substance, And thus, by the co-operation of their dual energies, the courteous pe- ruser ■will observe. They so effectually manipulated their lingual appendages That the porcelain receptacle was superabundantly supplied with hopeless vacuity. Rock.a-by Lady, from Hush-a-by Street, and our eyelids droop at the mere mention of her. There are many of his tender ballads sung to the sweetest music, but we are all so familiar with them that mention would prove super- fluous. Who can bear, however, from dwelling on Little Boy Blue, and The Passing Saint? They are so dear to all of us that they need no freshening in our memory, and such pure, simple verses could never be explained ; they leave their impress of sympathy on every heart, young and old, and in them we see the key, his love for one little boy, that opened his great heart, and gave all little people a share. The Eugene Field School in St. Louis was dedicated to his memory, and there is a memorial fund being accumulated for which there is no need. The music which came into the world at his birth cannot live through marble statues, but as long as there is a heart to beat in the universe, so long will the influence of his life and verse live on. He humbled himself and became as a child, and we know that his life is an illustration of the Master ' s words, Except ye become as little chil- dren, ye shall not enter the kingdom of heaven. Vhosoever, therefore, shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Cornelia Morgan. In Dixie Land. A brown little house With a deep well before it, And a pretty pink rose Clinging lovingly o ' er it, Then the old wooden fence, And the gate ne ' er forgotten, With the gold of the corn. And the snow of the cotton. The drowsy sheep-dog In the old door- way blinking, A negro ■wood-chopping As the red sun is sinking ; ShadoAvs falling fast, And in dreams long forgotten, I recall the tall corn. And the long rows of cotton, A hush in the air. As the long day is dying ; The tinkle of banjo. And the night breezes sighing. O home of my heart. In the north wind forgotten, Still I long for your corn, And your long rows of cotton. Philo Higgins. Ice there lived 97832 Ov 16 19 9 win . They t their ig ' ether ar ed a feast . When they hearc , they went to they tooK ® heir iS in their .4:s §r stole 2. BrioK TTaey were cruiet as V WSaturds-j morning ' ca.Tne se br ea-Kers bitter ||lin office. The moral to this yis UR g-irls but Icq while tlie ' tna.Ke shine r i)A Through the Looking-Glass. To hold as ' twere, the mirror up to nature. Name. Chief Characteristic. She Admires. Favorite Expression. Admired for Chief Occupation. She Wants to be. She Probably Wili Be. Addie Brubaker. Her walk. Our Beauty. Listen, here. Her frankness Chewing the rag. Like Phoebe Mrs. Max. Florence Houston. Her Pompadour. Miss Alward. Gee gosh ! Her intellec- tual capacity Reading . paper backs A Mrs. Somebody. Disappointed. Janie Williams. Sunshine. Jack. O shoot ! Her stick-at- it-ness. Eating peanu butter. ' Jill. Whatever she desires. Ophelia Percival. A Giggle. Girlie. Shoot, toot ! Her dancing. Eating peanu butter. ' Loved. 7 Jessielee Decker. Style. No. 9, Sky High. Great globs ! Her complexion. Eating peani butter. An artist. Gibson ' s rival. Annie Lauri Worthington ' Solemnity. Gay Adtors. Great Scot ! Her comman of language. 1 Eating peanu butter. ' A scholar. A summer girl. Hilda Morris. Fainting Fits. Georgia Crackers. Will you catch or to that and swing ? ' Her rag time Eating peanu butter. : An oper a singer. A wandering minstrel. Mabel Slappey. Natural Affeiftation. Ethics. O, cracky ! Her eyes. Shrugging her shoulders Divinely tall etc. Vice versa. Laura Boyd. Sweetness. Her Room-mate. Awh shaw ! Her winning ways. Reading up lit. A society belle. A neat little housekeeper. The Two Helens. Mutual Admiration. The Other Helen. Have you seen Helen ? Various talents. Cofiding in Helen. Together. Two hearts that beat as one. Marian Lindsey. Laziness. Any Old Body. Any old thing. Her generosity. Day- dreaming. A lady of leisure. Tired. Cecelia A Qods. Prettiness. The good, the true, the beautifu Cele don ' t like 1. flies. Her modesty. Burning th midnight oi Well educated. Sought after. Gore Fulton. Her Horsehai Switch. The Delta Sigma Phi ' s. Go to ! Her gentleness. Crackin g jokes. Considered witty. A graphaphone. Virginia Rosser. Her Hair. Suitors. O doote ! Her melodiou voice. Recreation. Married. Behind the footlights. • Laura Williams. Grown-up- ness. Style. I crave that ! Willingness t help others. Arranging her coiffure, A debutant! An old maid of IS. Cameron Browning. Nonchalance. Professor Hamer. Scratch me ! Don ' t-care- ness. Clawing thf ivory. A rival of Paderewski Matron in an orphan asylum. Edith Seymour. Aloofnesss. Sarcasm. How cotish ! Her good looks. Parading th terrace. : A social success. Mrs. Beta. Louise Williams. Her Room. Gameness. Chase yourself ! ' Her good nature. Copyng die An angel. An imp. Eleanor Morris. Pale and Intelle :tual. Do(5lors. O scat ! Her wit. Emitting wisdom. Wicked. A missionary. The Pernicious Influence of Moonlight. ETTY was unanimously conceded to be a very nice girl, — and a most exasperating one. She always kept at least three men dangling on her string ; men who were perfeeftly sure that they would be eventually dropped, but who could not possibly bring themselves to do the throw- ing over. Betty was equally amazed when each new victim proposed ; was properly grieved to have to refuse him, and hurt and indignant, when informed that she had been leading him on and had destroyed his faith in woman. These blighted beings then retired from the ranks and watched with sympathetic interest, the downfall of her next suitor. The popular belief had come to be that Betty was absolutely and entirely without heart. This was a mistake. She had a heart of which she was some times unpleasantly conscious, in connecition with a certain big, good-looking man, with grave eyes, who had alternately disapproved, scolded, and proposed to her, ever since she could very well remember. Each time she had to refuse Stuart Harris, it was a little harder, and she knew in her heart of hearts, that the time would come when she would have to admit that she could care for a common, ordinary man, after all. But in the meantime Stuart knew nothing of all this, and so went calmly and patiently on, disapproving, scolding, and proposing. The first real snow-storm of the season had fallen, and an old- fashioned sleigh-ride had been gotten up on the spur of the moment. After a supper and some dancing at the country club, the happy, hilarious crowd had all been bundled into the rickety old bob-sleigh, and with the jingle of bells, had started on their moonlight ride home wards. Betty was sitting across from Stuart, with a love-lorn youth on each side of her, whom she alternately raised to untold bliss, or dropped to the depths of despair. Betty was in her element, making facetious re- marks for the benefit of the man across, ignoring the disapproval in his eyes, and glorying in the thought of the scolding that was sure to come. It may have been the influence of the moonlight or perhaps their hands were cold. Again, it may have been the atmosphere of an old- fashioned sleigh-ride. Whatever it may have been, something simul- taneously inspired those two foolish young men who were sitting on each side of Betty, to see what v ould happen if they put their hands in her muff. Betty felt a kand stealthily creeping into her muff ' from each side. She knew that four hands in one muff would never do, so she quickly withdrew hers, and slipped them under the robe. After this Betty vas strangely silent. Her two adorers were ridiculously, blissfully happy. Not only did Betty graciously submit to having her hand held, each one was thinking, but she was ad ually responsive. Pressure met pressure. Each youth wore on his countenance a happy, moon-lit smile. The others were more quiet now also. A few at the other end of the sleigh were singing softly, accompanied by the tinkling bells. Suddenly an irrepressible gurgle proceeded from Betty. Billy, she remarked in a clear, sweet voice, if you and Mr. Moffit are quite through holding hands, I believe I ' ll take my muff again. For a moment there was an embarrassed silence, and then as the full force of the joke broke upon the crowd, there Avas a storm of laughter and jeers at the expense of poor Billy and Mr. Moffit. In the general con- fusion that followed, these two unfortunate suitors found themselves in the opposite end of the sleigh, and Betty found Stuart sitting beside her. First she gave a little embarrassed laugh. Then she sighed. Well, scold ! she remarked in a small, resigned voice. But, strange to relate, Stuart did not seem inclined to scold. Instead he did just what Billy and Mr. Moffit had done ; he put his hand in Betty ' s muff. Perhaps she was a little bored with flirting in general, and with flirting with Billy and Mr. Moffit in particular. At all events, she did not draw her own hands away. And when Stuart proposed that night, on the front porch, Bettie did not find it necessary to destroy his faith in woman for the eleventh time. Helen Miriam Sheldon. Kappa Delta Phi. COLORS : FLOWER : Black and Gold. Black-eyed Susan. YELL. Kai yi, Kai yi ! Kip gosh tie ! Kappa Delta, Kappa Delta ! Kappa Delta Phi ! MEMBERS. 1 Josephine Sheppard Budd Petersburg, Virginia 2 Rosalie Shafer Milnes Ashland, Virginia 3 Eleanor Dorset Morris Dover, Delaware 4 Ann Belle Patteson Petersburg, Virginia s Esteline Paxton Voodstock, Virginia 6 Cara Edith Seymour Richmond, Virginia 7 Ethel Innes Swann Louisville, Kentucky 8 Anne May Young Louisville, Kentucky 9 Martha Paul Young Louisville, Kentucky Delta Sigma Phi. ALPHA CHAPTER. Sorores in Urbe. 2 Lucy B. Bowles Marie C. Brunson 6 Lilian B. Parks lo Phoebe Jones 3 Emmie Jones s Gertrude E. Long 9 Janet C. Stephenson s Margaret B. Stephenson Katharine McDermont ? Mary H.Turk 4 Mimi A. Borcheis Tau Delta Sigma. MOTTO: Edite, bibite, gaudete. COLORS : FLOWER : Crimson and Black. Jacqueminot Rose. STONE : Diamond. MEMBERS. 1 Louise Powell Mississippi 2 Henrietta Laura Boyd Georgia 3 Marian Agnes Lindsey Virginia Cecilia Woods Georgia s Louise Ophelia Percivall Virginia ' Aleda Krockow Tenney South Carolina ABSENT MEMBERS. Laura Rebekah Boyd, Georgia. Clara Louise Carr, North Carolina. Louise Prescott Mealey, Minnesota. Dora Ella Northington, Alabama. Mary Stamps Royster Virginia Fannie Webb Royster Virginia. Delta Delta Sigma. MOTTO : It was to be, it is, and ever will be. COLORS : FLOWER. Blue and Gray. Forget-me-not. YELL. Hi Ki, Sky High, Rip ! Rah ! Ree ! Delta Delta Sigma, Nineteen-Three. 1 Beryl Hutton West Virginia Blanche Adair Texas 2 Nina Heflin Texas s Zora Knopsnyder Pennsylvania 3 Helen Waite ;. Ohio 4 Kathryn Swan Indiana « Eve Miller Indiana Phi Kappa Epsilon. Alpha Chapter, Mary Baldwin Seminary, Virginia. Beta Chapter, HoUins Institute, Virginia. COLORS : FLOW ER : Dark Green and White. Violet. STONE : Pearl. MEMBERS. 1 Mary Crawford .... Virginia t Ethel McDonald . . Georgia 2 Mary Tilghman . . . Maryland s Cobbie Hood . . Georgia sMargaret Fentress . Tennessee « Anne Skeggs . . Alabama ABSENT MEMBERS. Mamie L. Gillis Maryland Elizabeth K. Houston Delaware Edna Smith . Pennsylvania Kappa Alpha Pi. Founded 0(!tober Sth, 1902. MOTTO : Cotidie, hodie, et semper. FLOWER : COLORS : Violet. Blue and Gold. YELL. Hi, Hi, Hi, Kappa Alpha Pi, Razzle, Dazzle, Zip, Boom, Bah, Kappa Alpha Pi. 1 J. Reine Harvey Tennessee. 2 Anna Belle Garner New Jersey. 3 Virginia Marie Baile Mar yland. ♦ Fannie Heiberger Washington, D. C. 5 Mabel Prescott Slappey Georgia. « Olive King Virginia. 7 Mary Gore Fulton Kentucky. Lambda Phi Alpha. MOTTO : To thine own self be true. COLORS : Garnet and Blue. YELL. FLOWER : Jessamine. Sis-boom-ah ! Hip-la ! Hoop-la ! ha ! ha ! ha ! Lambda Phi Alpha ! Rah ! Rah ! Ree ! Zip ! Zah ! Zee ! Who are we ! Lambda Phi Alpha Sorority ! 1 Allie Lee Fox Arkansas 2 Lydia Bell Houston Delaware 3 Louise Latham Lake Illinois 4 Mattie Orto Arkansas s Gabriella Martin South Carolina M y c L L M U m B 4 J S mi -. _-. ..-— _ ' v C. O. D. COLOR: FLOWER: Red. Carnation. OFFICERS. 2 Rosa Munger President 7 Mimi A. Borcheis Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS. 1 Nettie Mosby ' Mimi A. Borcheis 2 R. Munger « Janet C. Stephenson 3 Lillian Parks « Phoebe Jones 4 Lucie B. Bowles  A. L. Worthington 5 Mary Turk n Gertrude Long 6 Margaret B. Stephenson J2 Em Jones 13 Marie Brunson. A. A. FRAT OF FRATS. KAPPA DELTA PHI. Josephine Sheppard Budd . . Virginia Eleanor Dorset Morris . . . Delaware Esteline Paxton Virginia Cara Edith Seymour Virginia Ethel Innes Swann Kentucky Anne May Young Kentucky Martha Paul Young .... Kentucky TAU DELTA SIGMA. Henrietta Laura Boyd .... Georgia Marian Agnes Lindsey .... Virginia Louise Ophelia Percivall . . . Virginia Louise Powell Mississippi Alida KrockowTenney . South Carolina Cecilia Woods Georgia Rosalie Shafer Milnes HONORARY. Virginia Ann Belle Patteson Virginia Glee Club. FIRST SOPRANOS. Lee Fox Jo Gwin Nina Heflin Hortense Loeb Gertrude Long Kate Leftwich Hilda Morris Edna Phillips Helen Sheldon Josephine Woods SECOND SOPRANOS. Carmelite Cleveland Lydia Houston Cornelia Morgan Mary Mann Nettie Mosby Mattie Orto Louise Powell Ophelia Percivall Esteline Paxton Lillian Parks Alida Tenney Alice Venger FIRST ALTOS. SECOND ALTOS. Marie Baile Rachel Borden Virna Colby Margaret Fentress Elizabeth Hall Marian Lindsey Helen Waite Nan Morgan Marie Ramsey Edith Seymour Ethel Swann Louise Williams D. D. C. Motto : Do unto others, for they ' d like to do you, but do them first. Flower : American Beauty. YELL. Zim-bo ! Zim-bo ! Zim-bo ! Zee ! OFFICERS. Joyce Bishop President. Laura Williams Secretary. Lilla Martin Treasurer. MEMBERS. 1 Joyce Bishop Missouri. 2 Claude Coleman Texas. 3 Katherine Shuey Washington, D. C. 4 Laura Williams West Virginia. s Lilla Martin South Carolina. 6 Gertrude Rubel Mississippi. Helene Borcheis Virginia. 8 Marguerite Coleman - Texas. 9 Lisa McDermont Ohio. •Died December 12, 1902. s. w. c. Cara Edith Seymour Rosa Budd Munger Mary Virna Colby Louise Ophelia Percivall Ethel Innes Swann Esteline Paxton Janet Campbell Stephenson Eleanor Dorset Morris Mary Houston Turk Margaret Beale Stephenson Cecilia Woods Alida Krockow Tenney Josephine Sheppard Budd Ann Bell Patteson Rosalie Shafer Milnes COLOR : Flaming Red. MOTTO : Eat, drink, and be merry. President Anna Belle Garner Katherine Bean Lydia Houston Olive King Louise Lake Susie Lee McElroy Saide Moore Mabel Slappey Sue Smith Lizzie Strayer Mary Turk f Here ' s a toast to the owl, Great and glorious fowl, That we his adorers now quaff ; Learned bird, famed of old For his learning untold, The simple may hoot, but we laugh. In the dead of the night. In the ghostly moonlight. Our patron saint swings in his tree. With never a care, he ' s a joy, he ' s a dear. And his pious young owlets are we. Oh, the joy of our life. Free from sorrow, from strife, When we go on a lark — no an ov 1. For our sentinel cries, Danger ! wait, see ! Oh, forsooth, he ' s a wary old fowl. So bravo for the owl, and here goes to the owl. And here ' s to his company free. For say what you will. Speak a good word or ill, Yet a cheery old monarch is he. FLOWER : Moon Flower. PASSWORD : Up All Night. COLORS : Grey and A hite. Pidgey Parks Shorty Long Loony Bowles Bunny Brunson Turkey Turk Zip Munger Thornton Jones Mimps Borcheis Basket Ball Team, CRACKERJACKS. Ge hee ! Ge ha ! Ge ha ! ha ! ha ! Baldwin ! Crackerjacks I Vir-gin-i-a ! Mary Turk, C. Anne Skeggs, S. F. Gertrude Long, S. G. Louise Lake, R. F. Aleda Tenney, R. G. Louise Powell, Sub. Annabel Garner, Snb. Lulu Wetherell, Sub. Lilian Parks, C. Esteline Paxton, S. F. Mary Gore Fulton, S. G. Martha Young, R. F. Mary Crawford, R. G. Ruth Givens, Sub. Ethel Swann, Sub. Fanny Heiberger, Umpire. Claude Coleman, Referee. Golf Club, Cecilia Woods Manager Edith Seymour Josephine Budd Eleanor Morris Virna Colby Rosa Munger Ethel Swann Aleda Tenney Laura Percivall Janet Stevenson Margaret Stephenson Louise Powell Esteline Paxton Mimi Borcheis Marian Lindsey Mary Turk Phcebe Jones Lillian Parks Gertrude Long Anna Belle Garner Jessielee Decker Mildred Fowler Rosalie Milnes Ann Bell Patteson Mary Glenn Uhler Alice Wenger Basket Ball Team. BLACK DIAMOND. COLORP : FLOWER : Garnet and Blue. Red Carnation. YELL. Hobble, Gobble, Razzle, Dazzle, Siss ! Boom ! Bah ! Black Diamond, Black Diamond, Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! Gertrude Rubel Captain Susie Lee McElroy Umpire Dorothy Henderson Referee Janie Browning Nannie Gillespie Nan Sudduth Katie McGuffin Bessie Heard Fannie Webb Helena Borcheis Katie Betts Kathryn Heard Mary Crane Lizette Strayer wrnKM COLORS : FLOWER : Green and Red. Wild Rose. MANAGER : Mary Tilghman, Maryland. MEMBERS. Marian Lindsey, Virginia. Margaret Fentress, Tennessee. Anne Skeggs, Alabama. Mary Crawford, Virginia. Alice Wenger, Illinois. Annie Allen, Virginia. Blanche Adair, Texas. HONORARY MEMBER. Miss Schelling. Tennis Club. A. Allen M. Borcheis M. G. Fulton A. L. Fox K. Bean J. S. Budd H. L. Boyd M. V. Colby J. L. Decker A. B. Garner F. Heiberger P. Higgins I. Jackson L. Jackson P. Jones N. L. Janney O. King L. L. Lake M. Lindsey G. E. Long R. Munger S. L. McElroy H. Morris M. Orto L. Powell E, Paxton L. O. Percivall L. B. Parks J. Stephenson M. Stephenson E. Swann E. Seymour M. Slappey A. Tenney C. Woods A. Venger A. L. Worthington S. L. Smith H. Sheldon E. Spear H. Waite N. Wallace pi ini i i piin ifnnm Y. W. C. A. President Josie Woods Vice-President Cecilia Woods Corresponding Secretary Mary Robertson Recording Secretary Virginia Brooke Treasurer Janie Williams The Y. W . C. A. is doing good work this year, and is already planning for a greater degree of usefulness next term. Great impetus was given to the work by the Third Annual Convention of the Y. W. C. A. of the Virginias, held in the Chapel November 28th to December 1st, 1902. By a unanimous vote of the delegates, it was decided to omit the convention for the coming year, and to devote the money to the employment of a State Secretary, a need which has long been felt among the Virginia Colleges. Much interest has been shown in the State Work, and Miss Mattoon, as Treasurer, has opened our eyes to many things deserving of careful consideration. Aside from our regular Friday night meetings several have been held on Sunday evenings in the Chapel, and have been largely attended. Good singing is always a feature of these services. Much interest was shown when Miss Meetze talked of Settlement Work in New York. We are encouraged by the progress the Y. W. C. A. is making in the South. The Gulf Division stands first in its Student Associations and is fast rising in the list of city work, while the Carolinas have taken steps to make Charleston the centre of city work in that territory, and other cities are in correspondence with the American Committee. It is our earnest desire to send two delegates to the Student Conference to be held at Asheville, North Carolina, during the month of June. We kno ' w that we need the help to be derived from the Conference, for it is truly teaching the motto of the Association: Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, saith the Lord. The Alumnae Association. The Annual Meeting of the Alumnae Association will be held on Friday, May 22nd, at eleven o ' clock, in the Library. Responses are expe 5 ed to the five thousand copies of an appeal for raising five thousand dollars ($5,000.00), to endow the Alumnae Schol- arship, which has been sent to all former pupils and the families of those deceased whenever their addresses were known. The Association has lost one much-loved member, Miss Nannie Euritt of Churchville. Her poems will be recalled by many readers of The Record. There will be no elecftion this year, the same Vice-Presidents serving in all the States, and the following general officers, all residing in Staunton : President — Mrs. Nellie Hotchkiss McCuUough. Corresponding Secretary — Miss Margaret B. McChesney. Recording Secretary — Miss Kate E. Eichelberger. .„•,.. Treasurer — Miss Janet K. AVoods. ' ' ■ With an admission fee of one dollar, and annual dues of fifty cents each ensuing year, it seems possible for all old Seminary girls to join this Association, to whom a cordial invitation is extended to become mem bers and lend a hand. IN MEMORIAM mr$. Kate %i Clair may- millingbam Died April 26, 1903 IN the death of Mrs. Willingham, those who have known her from girlhood and during her school-life, feel that not only have they sustained a personal loss, but that the entire community has been bereaved in the removal from their lives of a woman of such rare loveliness of person and charac5 er. As a pupil of the Mary Baldwin Seminary, she was faithful and con- scientious in her school duties, and beloved by her teachers. Those who came in contadl with her, both in the relation of classmate and in- tru 5 or had only the most affetftionate memories of her, and rejoiced when she became a graduate of the school, and received the honor she so justly merited. After teaching several years in the West and South, she returned to the Sem- inary as a member of the faculty until her mar- riage, June 2nd, 1902. A bride of a few months, and just when life held for her so much of joy and blessing, God ' s finger touch ed her, and she slept. IN MEMORIAM 6liza mimm mcDertnom Died December 12, 1902 The Presence Invisible. Once beneath the stars I vandered In a pensive mood, alone, And my thoughts, while there I pondered, Mingled with the ocean ' s moan. Silver sands that stretched before me, And the golden moon above, The light zephyrs playing o ' er me, Overwhelmed my soul with love. Love for Him who caused my being, A hom I trusted as my guide. Whom I felt, without e ' er seeing. To be ever at my side. As He soothes yon water ' s motion. So He quiets me at will. When in midst of life ' s commotion, He commands my soul, Be still ! Blanche Adair. Betsy Bell and Her Surroundings. ETSY BELL and her surroundings when viewed in the time when the melancholy days have come and all Nature mourns for beauty that is no more, is not a scene which gladdens the heart. There is a glimpse of many houses close at hand, and the winding of several deserted streets. In the distance we see the tops of many large, dreary buildings, whose windows are iron-barred, and whose air of desolation makes us quickly turn from the sight. Close by, the eye rests on a mass of grey and white, and now a multitude of mounds appear ; it needs not the weather-beaten slabs at the head to tell of the quiet sleepers, who were at one time in- mates of the iron-barred structure near by. AVe look away to the fields near Betsy Bell, and finally to where the mountain itself looms up bleak, bare, cloud-capped against the sky. Around its base is sere brown grass, and its sides devoid of verdure, are but one mass of rock. Here and there are large areas covered with trees ; some to which the withered leaves of autumn still cling, others standing with limbs bare and unsightly, bent often by the winter winds. On one side a hill of cold grey stones stands out, reminding us of the ruins of an old castle, while near by, like a huge serpent winding in and out till it reaches the top, we see a path beaten and bare, worn by the feet of many travellers. On each side we gaze on a different scene. No bleakness, no unsightliness there, for bright and beautiful and blue, sometimes with the blueness of the sea, sometimes of azure hue, always beautiful rises the Blue Ridge. A pleasing contrast to the grey, frowning heap which it surrounds. Such is Betsy Bell when the winter days are long, when the sun gives little warmth, and the winds make melody, when the spring has not yet come to her, when she has doffed her autumn glory. Having no part nor lot with the blue, smiling hills with which she seems to be encircled, she stands out dark and menacing against the sky, a solemn, silent sentinel looking down on the little town nestled at her foot, and keeping watch over the graves of those who rest so peacefully beneath her shadow. Thus, grim and unlovely, she stands when the storms of winter lower above her crest and all the world is cold and bleak. She is not always so. By and by, when the fierce north winds are hushed, and the world is bathed in soft spring sunlight, her signs of desolation will vanish ; she, too, will stand forth clothed in beauty. Thus she seems a symbol of the lives of men. There comes a time into the life of all, when sorrow ' s hand is laid in heaviness and all is turned to darkness ; when there is no light nor beauty, only the cold grey of the winter— all hope is gone. But just as the spring-time trans- forms the dark mountain, and gives her back her lost beauty, so time, the great healer, will be laid upon the stricken life, and from the ashes of the past will arise a sweet new life which will be but more fair in contrast to the dreary one when hope was not. Mary Eppes Robertson. Baldwinopsis. Just four more weeks, and us The M. B. S. shall know no more In all her course ; nor yet in the dark library Where our pale forms bent over many books, Nor in the embrace of office shall exist Our image. The world that nourished us, shall claim Our growth, to be restored to her again. And, leaving all our school books, shall we go To mix forever with the populace. A B C ' s at M. B. S. A ' s for Aleda and Alice the fair, And nothing can sever this lovable pair. TD ' s for the Bessies— we have quite a few, As to which is most charming, we ' ll leave that to you. r is for Cameron, who talks a blue streak ; She starts on a Monday and talks all the week. T is for Dorothy, who wants to go home. It ' s safe to predict that she ' ll never more roam. C is for Ethel, a maiden cotish, Her ruling passion — the chafing dish. ■p is our Fannie, of sentiment deep. Affairs with her suitor she never can keep. f is for Gertrude, here ' s sweets to the sweet. It ' s al ' ways a pleasure whenever we meet. tJ is for Hill, who makes cupids and darts, We fear that those arrows have pierced our own hearts. T is lone, of garrulous mien, Who often is heard before she is seen. J is for Josie, from over the sea. Some day she ' ll return to the heathen Chinee. 1 in our alphabet, stands for sweet Kitty, She ' s winsome and gay, and exceedingly witty. T for Louise, of lengthy dimension. To anything small she makes no pretension. lyr ' s Marie B., like the Irishman ' s flea ; You think that you ' ve got her, but haven ' t, you see. ■ for our Ninas, of whom there are three, The graces combined. I ' m sure you ' ll agree. r for Ophelia, a Petersburg maid. Who neither of mice nor of men is afraid. p is for Phoebe, who ' s almost a saint, At anything naughty she ' s quite sure to faint. Qis for quiz, in short, an exam. Write of it, think of it, then if you can ! D is for Rosa, the talented maid. Whose music is heavenly, so it is said. O is for Saide, of fairy like tread. This being mentioned, no more need be said. ' T ' is for Turkey, the athlete so tall, Skilful in tossing the basket ball. TThler, her last name, her first, Mary Glenn, And now that you know her, we ' ll leave her again. XT ' for Virginia, heartless coquette, Her numerous conquests we ne ' er can forget. TXT Williams, our Janie, you know ; Whose smile, like the sunshine, dispels every woe. V is the quantity always unknown, ■ This letter has puzzled more brains than our own. ■y ' s for the maidens whose last name is Young, And writh one accord their sweet praises are sung. 7 is for Zora, who brings up the rear, We leave you to guess of her future career. A Valentine Party. No one can say that Dullness here Has found a habitation ; Whenever there ' s aught to celebrate, We have a celebration. And so one February day ' Twas rumored all about, In honor of St. Valentine There ' d be a royal rout. The King and Queen of Hearts had sent Command to one and all, That every one should present be At a most royal ball. ' Tis only once a century That mortals can beguile The creatures of another realm On earth to spend a while. So readily did all respond That at the clock ' s first chime. The anxious guests were at the door All ready and on time. The Baldwin girls are favored ones, I ' m sure all would agree, If they could once participate In our gay revelry. Upon a throne of snowy down Reclined the royal pair. And never was more gracious king. Nor yet a queen so fair. From Heartland they had journeyed far, In hearts, too, they were dressed, And hearts they gave as souvenirs, And hearts they both possessed. Sweet messages they brought to those Who for the absent sighed, And sent them to consult the one Who maidens ' fortunes tried. A candied heart each maiden ate, And by its magic power, Of her own sweetheart did she dream That night, for one short hour. A game of hearts was soon arranged, And fortunate was she Whose darting arrow found the spot Where arrows ought to be. Another game was going on Which many did not spy, For Cupid was not idling time ■While he sat, up on high. And one big heart suspended there Pathetic blood-drops shed, A trophy of his heartless war — A warning, it was said. With lemonade the healths were drunk. And with the dawn of day. The King and Queen and all their court Betook themselves away. Perhaps when one more hundred years Have passed in Time ' s swift flight. The future Baldwin girls may have Just such a happy night. Blanche Adair. M. B. S. Book Shelves. M. B. S. Reign of Law. Vermelle Lapsley Little White Bird. Marie Ramsey A Kentucky Cardinal. ' Edna Phillips Webster ' s Unabridged. Marie Bowles A Bow of Orange Ribbon. Office Seats of the Mighty. Mr. King It ' s Up to You. ' Cameron Browning Maid at Arms. Jessielee Decker Out of the West. Eleanor Morris Ship of Dreams. Edith Seymour Her Serene Highness. ' Sadie Smith The Little Minister. Marian Lindsey Princess Idleways. The Primary Class Helen ' s Babies. Baldwin ' s 270 Prisoners of Hope. Missionary Society Mother Goose for Grown-Ups. B. W. His Great Self. Fannie Webb Sentimental Tommy. Virginia Rosser Essay on Man. Lil and Phoebe Two Little Pilgrims ' Progress. Marie Brunson An Earnest Trifler. Bessie Brown Slave of the Lamp. Elizabeth Hall Many Inventions. Louise Powell Through the Looking Glass Katherine Bradford The Philadelphian. ' Creel Tinder and Reine Harvey Heroines of Fiction. C. O. D. The Wouldbegoods. Claude Coleman. Babs the Impossible. Phcebe Jones A Rebellious Heroine. THE FACULTY The Right of Way. The Basket Ball Court The Battle Ground. The Graduates Hearts Courageous. ' Ruth Givens To Have and to Hold. Mary Robertson The Celebrity. Mattie Anderson Art for Art ' s Sake. Culprits in Office Les Miserables. Superlatives. B -; Most Stylish - Musician ' C Best Figure ' Cutest Can one desire too much of a good thing. Most Sentimental Fanny Webb A mighty hunter, and her prey is man. Bl Best Athlete Ruth Givens She took advantage of her strength to be first in the field. Prettiest Phoebe Jones The hand that makes you fair, should also make you good. Most Intelled ual Mary Robertson Sicklied o ' er with the pale cast of thought. Most Attractive Lilian Parks Thou hast the half-unconscious power to draw all hearts to thine. W ' ' Best Singer Marie Ramsey t ISaS mellifluous voice, as I am a true knighte. ' Ik Wittiest Eleanor Morris Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall to cureless ruin. Sweetest Gertrude Long Sweeter than the breath of morning. Best Dancer Nina Smith E ' en the slight harebell raised its head Elastic from her airy tread. N, A Most Sarcastic Edith Seymour ,p Let me take you down a peg or two.. Most Popular Mary Turk None knew her but to love her, None named her but to praise. Handsomest Mary Tilghman A sight to delight in. Biggest Talker Creel Tinde Her reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff. The Pursuit of Happiness. O happiness, our being ' s end and aim ! Good, pleasure, ease, content ! whate ' er thy name : That something still which prompts the eternal sigh. For which we bear to live, or dare to die. What a peculiar statement that is, if you may call it such ! Think of it. Do we really live to be happy ? Is this the objecft of our living ? Do we bear to live only that we may attain contentment ? I believe very few of us if asked what our end and aim as a being is, would say happi- ness. Most of us would advance some very plausible excuse for living, calling it by a high sounding title such as vocation or calling, or something of the sort, while the would-be pious would roll their eyes and feel very much insulted if you should tell them they were living for happiness, that all they worked and hoped for was merely to be happy. The truth of the matter is, half of us do not know what we are working for. Some of us do not even w ork : a hand to mouth existence is the common lot of many. These many are as rafts tossed by every billow of life ' s sea. A few, like Napoleon, are the makers of their destinies. Napoleon ! what a study he is ! W hat was Napoleon ' s great ambition ? Like Alexander he wished to conquer the world. Why ? Because he loved power, he loved to rule. Yes, but what was his motive ? Could he not have been as happy, living a quiet life, free from the responsibili- ties of state ? Napoleon would have been happy only as a monarch of the world. The pursuit of happiness, that was what made a Caesar, a Napoleon, an Alexander. Patriotic ? They were not what one would call true patriots. Proud of the glory of their nations, they were yet prouder of their own personal glory. Why does the poet write, the musician compose ? They are happy in so doing. The music is in the soul, it must have an outlet in the harmony of sound or language. Why did Plato, Aristotle, Zeno, teach their various teachings? For the same reason. But the martyrs, the glorious fathers of the faith in dying for the glory of their Master, surely they did not seek their own happiness ? Could men knowing, believing what they did, deny the religion of their fathers, and be happy ? Far from it, surely they are examples of seekers after happiness, the highest, best happiness. Their happiness was of the world beyond ; joy was theirs in this world, the knowledge that what they did was right, but for their real happiness they looked toward heaven. Noble men consider their special work the aim of their lives, and labor for happiness accordingly ; but ho w many have a false idea of hap- piness ! the millionaire in search of the almighty dollar considers money the means whereby he can purchase happiness. How little he knows ! his eyes are filled with the dust of gold ; like Midas he finds what he considers his greatest enjoyment, in yellow metal. How we all despise a mere human machine ! Yet the machine, like the rest of us, is hunting happiness. That beautitul young girl does not have to seek happiness ; she is so fair, so innocent, happiness is her birth-right. No ; she, too, has to race after this great prize ; she loves admiration and flattery, to be acknowledged by all as a belle and a social success. This, she thinks, would be grand ; she, too. craves happiness. What her more studious sister would call vainer shows, she delights in. Fixed to no spot is happiness sincere, ' Tis nowhere to be found, or everywhere. Just watch yourself. How many of your very smallest acts, even some you do not think of at all, are performed with a view to happiness ! If you analyze the motive, you will find this same desire to be happy, the underlying principle. You, even in such acts as eating and drinking, show this ; you sacrifice the pleas ure of a moment for the well-being and happiness of the future ; weaker brothers eat, drink, and be merry, thinking only of the happiness of the day. In our friendship we seek after happiness, wishing to be thought well of, to have friends to help smooth our way, to sympathize with us. Of course, we love our friends for themselves ; but, if we should consider it, I believe we should find we think a great deal of them for our own sakes. Yes, all of us are pursuing happiness, searching for it from day to day ; kings, princes, young and old, rich and poor, statesmen, philos- ophers, patriots, slaves, all join the great throng that press ever onward, looking as they go from side to side, in every nook and crevice, to find the great happiness. Even the weeping philosopher sought to find his contentment in tears. Ridiculous as it may seem, there are yet per- sons who take a morbid delight in melancholy and suffering, who endure their troubles with what they seem to think is a spirit of martyrdom ; they grieve over the sins of the world, forgetting their own. As mem- bers of one great family, we all find happiness our being ' s end and aim. Our methods may be at fault, for wise is he who knows that real worth, honesty, and integrity, are happiness ; that the precious gift can be obtained only in sacrificing some present pleasure. The fool grasps blindly after an illusion, forfeiting his everlasting good for an iota of happiness. Hear what he says : Drink ! for you know not whence you came, nor why ; Drink ! for you know not why you go, nor where ! O silly one ! Behold the man who, with plodding steps and up- turned face, seeks rightly after happiness ; his joy is pure, unalloyed, he has found that which is above rubies. Epicurus considered pleasure the source of all good. Epicurus said pleasure, not happiness. How alike, yet how unlike ; mere pleasure so base, true happiness so noble. Pleasure deceives, but surely if we seek rightly after happiness, we shall find, and it is only to be found in true living. Eleanor Dorset Morris. Want Column. Wanted — A little brass Editors Wanted — Some energy M. Tilghman Lost (since leaving home) — Curly hair, beautiful complexion ■ Anybody Wanted — A new case Marian Lindsey Wanted — Less noise in the dining-room, young ladies Wanted — A pink pill for a pale person C. Cleveland Wanted — A few demerits Josie Woods Wanted — Some good horse-sense N. L. Janney Lost, Strayed, or Stolen — Any information as to the whereabouts of one Marie Brunson will be grate- fully received Her Co-workers Wanted — A pompadour MelleLapsley Wanted — A new prescription Dr. Henkel Wanted---A little spare time to practice J. Bishop Wanted — To add a cubit to my stature L. Rubel Wanted — A new mode of hair-dressing Louise A illiams Wanted — A holiday P. Q Everybody Wanted — The definition and pronunciation of Ph. . . . Miss Spaulding Wanted — A new method of extradting funds Editors Wanted — A few more pins E. Swann W anted-.-Pussy J. Budd Lost — An opportunity M. Ramsey I Grinds. We dare not be as funny as we can. Lizzie S. : Up rose the sun, and up rose Emelie. Susie Lee McE. : She ruleth all the roost. Mrs. Chase : What is home without a mother ? Louise Williams : ' ' Let the world slide, let the world go, A fig for care and a fig for woe. Laboratory : That ' s the rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril. Laura W. : I never knew so young a body with so old a head. Leila Drennan : If lady be but young and fair, She hath the gift to know it. Prof. B. : A proper man as one shall see in a summer day. Laura and Marian : I do desire we may be better strangers. Claude : As prone to mischief, as able to perform it. Elizabeth Hall : And oft times excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. Marie Brunson : Not a word, not one to throw at a dog ? Mabel Leftwich : Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Mr. K. : The mirror of all courtesy. Nell W. : And big round tears coursed one another down her in- nocent nose in piteous chase. Zora Knopsnyder : What ' s in a name ? Senior History Classes : They think too much ; such maids are dan- gerous. Edith Tim — : There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. B. W. : His howl is worse than his scratch. Miss F. : Not stepping o ' er the bounds of modesty. Gore : A head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute any mischief. Miss Riddle : Thou art as wise as thou art beantiful. Cameron : And ■when she spake, her words did gather thunder as they ran. PhcEbe and Lil : Let us embrace. Louise P. : Behold a child, by nature ' s kindly law Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. Miss M-t-n : Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend. M. B. S. girl : Some to church repair. Not for the docStrine, but the music there. Marg S. : O blest with temper whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day. Miss Leftwich : To err is human ; to forgive divine. Janie B. and Nan ; Thick as autumnal leaves, or grains of sand. Nell Thomason : She moves a goddess and she looks a queen. Rosa M. : And she had no wool on the top of her head, The place where the wool ought to grow . Joyce : The sex is ever to a soldier kind. Eleanor M. : And, in fact, it adds a charm, To spice the good a trifle with a little dust of harm. Josie A . : Who can blot this name with any just reproach ? ' ' Harriet H. : She filled the whole room, and oozed out at the windows. Janie W. : Good sense, which only is the gift of heaven. The Helens: They talked of shoes, and sealing-wax, Of cabbages, and kings. Grumblers : If all the year v ere playing holidays. To sport would be as tedious as to work. Dorothy H. : ' When I was at home, I was in a better place. Cornelia M. : Silence is deep as Eternity, Speech is shallow as Time. Annabel G. : From the crown of her head to the sole of her foot She is all mirth. Senior 3d Lit. : Comparisons are odious. Janie B. : I, whose eyes are wide to see, All the things that are to be. Miss Sp — ing : Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. Marian L. : For my part, getting up seems not so easy by half as lying. Mary T — gh — n : Books cannot al ' ways please, however good. Lil and Phoebe : O what a tangled web we weave, ■When first we practice to deceive! Margaret F, : And when she sang, you heard a gush Of full-voiced sweetness, like a thrush. Gabie : One ear it heard, at t ' other it went out. Edna P : Methinks she seems no bigger than her head. lone: There ' s little of the melancholy in thee. Study Hall : Vho enters here, leaves tongue behind. K. Bradford : Words are like leaves, and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found. Josie B. : Fye, what a spendthrift she is of her tongue ! Ethel S. : I ' ll speak my mind and speak it plain. Janet S. : Say, sir ; is it dinner time ? Aleda T. : Her eyes twinkled in her head aright, As do the stars on a frosty night. Virna: And never brooch the folds combined Above a heart more good and kind. M. Crane : Better late than never. Gertrude R. : She is as fresh as is the month of May. Lit. Classes : And when you stick on recitation ' s burrs, Don ' t strew your pathway with those dreadfu l ' urs ' . Miss N. Tate : And thus she walks among her girls, With praises and with mild rebukes. History Class : Unhappy the people whose annals are blank in history- books. M. B. S. Girl : It may seem easy now to cut your Latin, Gym, and such. But oh, how it will cut you up, to find you ' ve cut too much. Addle B. : There ' s nothing so becomes a maid. As modest stillness and humility. Miss M--tz : Fashioned so slenderly, young, and so fair. O. Gilmer: I charge thee, fling away ambition. Marsie B. : Doth commit the oldest sins, in the newest kinds of ways. Editors : ' Tis pleasant sure, to see one ' s name in print ; A book ' s a book, although there ' s nothing in ' t. Quips and Cranks. Bright Girl.— The coal strike can ' t affedt M. B. S., for our buildings are heated with water. Mildred F. — You certainly do use oodles of slang. Marg S. — You ' re cracked, I don ' t use slang. B. B. — Have you ever been to Europe ? P. Hig--ns. — Oh, yes ; I know all about the Europeans. They are like the antipodes, aren ' t they? Their feet are opposite ours. Little Girl. — My capacity isn ' t capable of performing it. Teacher. — Louise, what is the difference between ghostly and ghastly ? Louise W. — Why, the difference is in the spelling, of course. Claude wants Miss S. to give her a Chopin Prejudice. V. R. has just had a tooth abstra 5ted. Lydia H., (Congresman ' s daughter.) — Say, girls, vonder why we haven ' t heard any talk about the inauguration this year? First Girl. — A ho was Charon anyway? Second Girl. — Why, he was the man that rowed the Israelites across the Red Sea. First Girl. — You goose, you ; that was Abraham. Saide M. — Miss Streit, you must make lots of money selling postage stamps. Ophelia. — But what will be the use of a secretary in the Tennis Club? Ethel. — Oh, he ' ll have to keep the court in repair. Miss S. gives us interesting le 5tures on the blooming desert. Miss S.— Give me the story of the Babes in the Wood. PhcEbe. — Don ' t ask me— I don ' t know a thing about the Bible. S. S. Teacher.— Where is Canaan? V. Rosser. — It ' s in Ireland. Oh no, it ' s where the Pilgrims struck. Miss A. occasionally makes use of a choice bit of the latest slang, viz. — rubber ! Perplexed Scholar. — Does anyone know about the witch of Endor ? Melle. — Of course, everyone does who has studied Macbeth. Marie R. — Do you suppose we could find adust in the dicftionary ? Helene (to literary aspirant.) — What a perfecft compositor you are ? Geography Teacher. — What are the chief exports from France ? Claude. — Styles. Teacher. — What was the Passover? Youthful Bible Scholar. — It was when Moses passed over the river Jordan. K. Bradford.— Didn ' t Cotton Mather invent the cotton gin? Helen S. — Isn ' t O Death, where is thy sting? from Pope ? Helen W. — No. From Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Pupil. — Were there any women in the company that marched around the walls of Jericho ? Teacher. — No, for they marched around without saying a word. Marie B. — Does a Johnsoniana mean something about our watch, man ? Young Admirer. — Oh, Edith, I wish you would give me some of your grand sarcastic. Virna (reading.) — What is a hip hen (hyphen) ? Obliging Josie. — A young chicken, I guess. Vith Miss Woods as a standard, it seems to be a feat to fit small feet. The Hermit of the Swamp. DN ' T be a donkey. Jack ! What do you want to leave old England for ? Isn ' t she good enough For you ? Good enough, God bless her, but she isn ' t big enough to hold us poor devils of younger sons, so we have to strike out and leave her. What are we good for here, anyway — dancing round ball-rooms ? Oh, drop it ; you ' re down in the mouth low, but when you ' ve captured an American leiress, you ' ll come back singing another tune. Catch me, I ' ve had enough of women, Dick ; they ' re an uncertain lot ; but I ' ve seen a little American who may be worth knowing when she ' s a woman, and he puffed away at his pipe dreamily, with his thoughts evidently with the ' little American. ' Then abruptly, Well, if I want to be in time for that steamer — Plenty of time. Well, old fellow, here ' s to your success in America, and a happy return to ' Oakdale Abbey ' . Which will never be, with six lives between me and ' Oakdale. ' There are some rare scamps among them, too. I ' m no saint, but I ' d make a better master at the Abbey than either Rodney or George ; and as for my precious elder brother — well, there ' ll be high doings if he ever comes into possession ! The two young men, John Morley and Richard Ben son, were break- fasting together at the Adelphi Hotel in Liverpool, from which port the former was to sail that morning across the sea to a new land, where he could begin life with no handicap in the shape of an elder brother to interfere with his career. A few hours later the young man stood on the deck of a great ocean liner, outward bound. He realized, for the first time, how much England was to him ; and his heart went out to the land of his birth, in which was all that he held most dear, and which he was leaving, perhaps, for ever. His eyes were dim as, after the last faint outlines of the shore had faded from his view, he turned his face toward the new world, and won- dered what disappointments and successes, what victories or defeats, lay before him. But as he looked into the future, he could not see that in five short years, his father, his uncle, and old Sir George, would be lying in the Abbey Churchyard; that Rodney and the scapegrace elder brother would be sleeping quietly in African sands, after following Kitchener to Khartoum ; while of the others who stood between himself and the title, one would meet his death in the hunting field, and the other in the blue waters of the Bay of Naples. Long he stood gazing out over the ocean, then he shook himself together and went below. PART II. Miss Katherine Forrester, New York, To Miss Evelyn Beauchainp, Holmes Manor, Surrey. Dear Evelyn : You see we have left Florida and are back again in New York. Do you remember telling me in your last letter of your missing English friend, the heir of Oakdale ? Well, the day after I got your letter, father picked up a paper which told the same story, and gave an account of the strange way in which the path to his inheritance was made clear for him. Isn ' t it romantic, especially as they have searched for him so long without success ? Now, if anyone were to put that into a novel, it would be simply laughed at. I cut out the slip to send to you, but lost it. We had an adventure, Evelyn, a real adventure. We stopped at a little place called Castra, where there was absolutely no attra 5lion, save the possibility of long and lovely walks. One day, father and I were taking advantage of this one attra(;iion, but presently we found ourselves wandering about aimlessly ; to make a long story short, we were lost, simply and ignominiously lost. You may imagine our state of mind, as we were both very tired, and father was supposed to be out for his health. I began to have visions of the Babes in the Wood ; and father made a few remarks that would not look well in print. While we were trying to get our bearings we came across an old darkey. If I were an artist, I would make a sketch of him for you, but I am not, and words fail to describe him. However, he was very polite, and bowed and scraped energetically when we accosted him. Father asked him how far we were from Castra. Lawd, suh, he replied ; how y ' all specs you gwine get to dat place this ebenin ' ? But how far is it ? insisted father. Right smaht piece, suh ; leckon its mos ' fifteen miles. Our hearts sank within us, for we were getting more and more tired, and I was getting anxious about father. After some hesitation, the old darkey came to our relief and offered to lead us to the Cap ' n ' s, where we might rest a while. We had no idea of who the Cap ' n was, but we did not care, and we thankfully followed old Bob. He led us along a corduroy road, through a swamp which was a veritable jungle, so thick was the underbrush. Soon we saw before us a couple of little cabins, or ' ■ shacks, as they call them there, on a piece of ground, which was high enough above the swamp to be comparatively dry, and they were simply surrounded with flowers. Oh, Evelyn, I wish you could have seen those flowers ! Roses of every description made the air heavy with their fragrance ; the very trees — orange, lemon, and date palm — were loaded with blooms. It was a little Garden of Eden in a swamp. The Cap ' n was not at home, but Bob, our Black Knight, ushered us into the larger of the cabins, gave us chairs, and disappeared. The place was bare, but neat enough, and the furniture all hand-made. A e were surprised to see, on one side of the room, several shelves filled with books, good books, too. Indeed, everything around us indicated an unexpe(5ted degree of cultivation in the owner of the cabin. Some time passed and no one came ; thinking we would take a look around, we went to the door, getting there just in time to see what looked like a huge, long-stemmed toadstool, coming up the corduroy road. We realized that this must be our host. His costume was, to say the least, informal. He wore a soft dark shirt, knickerbockers, and an immense soft straw hat, which flopped up and down as he walked. He may have been thirty ; perhaps more, evidently a gentleman, with pleasant blue eyes and dark hair, and a good deal over medium height. Father explained our presence, and asked his advice as to the shortest way home. I am afraid, replied our host, that it will be impossible for you to reach Castra to-night, as a storm is coming up which promises to be an unusually heavy one. Father and I looked at each other in despair, whereupon the Cap ' n offered us his cabin for the night. We were unwilling to impose upon him in that manner, but there was no help for it, and we gratefully accepted bis hospitality. At supper we found that Bob was the Capt ' n ' s servant, for he waited on us at the table, grinning like a Cheshire cat all the while. I don ' t believe he was as pleased as he looked, for I beard him grumbling at the idea of Comp ' ny and no meat. There was not any meat, but there were plenty of better things. Our host entertained us pleasantly all the evening, showed us his curiosities, told stories of his boyhood — it seems he is English born — but he never once mentioned his name. Now comes the curious part. I know I have seen him before, but try as I will, I cannot remember when nor where. Isn ' t that tantalizing ? And I ' m almost sure he recognized me, too. When we went back to the village in the morning, everyone was astonished to learn where we had been. Why, they said, the Cap ' n has lived out there for more than four years, but nobody knows who he is, or where he came from ! So, you see, be seems to be a man whose history is a mystery. But while we staid in Castra I had occasion to remember him gratefully, for my room was always fragrant with the lovely roses we had carried home with us. Soon after leaving Castra father was suddenly called home, so our trip was cut short ; but we will go again some day. I don ' t mind so much, for the business that brought us home will soon take us to England. So, my dear Evelyn, you and I will soon be together again, and we must not fail to visit the masterless Oakdale Abbey. Ever your own, Katherine. P. S. I certainly would like to know where I have seen the Hermit of the Swamp before. PART III. In the Florida swamp, the Captain was busy among his roses, but his thoughts went back to his boyhood in England ; to the little Amer- ican who has attracted him there, and who, in her charming woman- hood, had been his guest in this very cabin, but a month ago ; back too, to his parting with Dick, and he remembered how, as the great steamer bore him westward to the unknown land, he had dreamed of his future there. His mind went back to his short but weary struggle in New York, where he had fallen just short of success in everything he tried. Then, giving up the idea of a career, and with the instinct of a country squire strong within him, he had bought a bit of land in Florida, and he could smile now, as he thought of the hummock in the midst of the swamp, that he had found. His books were his only possessions, and he remembered how he and the old darkey. Bob, had built these two little cabins. Then he thought with a smile, how, when he was ready to pay Bob and dismiss him, the old fellow had absolutely refused to leave him, and from that day to this had been to him a true and faithful servant. Then his thoughts strayed farther back to the old Abbey, and he wondered what changes had come to it. Again, these wayward thoughts veered to his guests of the month before, how he had recognized Katherine Forrester at once, and had read in her face that she, too, vaguely remembered, but did not identify him. Then it occurred to him that he had seen a slip of newspaper on the table, after the Forresters had gone, and in a few moments went into the house, returning with the clipping in his hand, having rescued it from Bob ' s usual catch-all, the table drawer. He began to read listlessly, but as he went on, his expression changed to that of a man dazed by a blow ; and it was a blow, for the slip recorded his own story and told him that he was master of Oakdale Abbey, and that search was being made for him the world over. As he finished his third reading. Bob appeared waving a legal-looking letter over his head. Hi, Cap ' n, y ' ere ' s de furst letter y ' alls done got since I ' se been wurking for y ' all. Morley took it, finding to his surprise that it had no post-mark, which Bob explained, saying that it had come to the postmaster at Castra with a note, asking him to forward to its destination. The letter confirmed the amazing story that he had just read. Well, I ' ll be blowed, he said, how did those fellows find me out? He, of course, could know nothing of Katherine ' s letter to Evelyn, or how Evelyn had caught at the clue, and sent the letter to the lawyer in the case. The old darkey thought his master had suddenly gone crazy when, waving the letter wildly in the air, he shouted in a tone Bob had never heard before : Hurrah, Dick, old fellow ! Here ' s to the ' little American ' and a happy return to Oakdale Abbey ! Eleanor Lillian VHITE. When Grandma was sweet sixteen A winsome maid was she. She lacked not suitors for her hand — She was admired throughout the land, Though prim as prim could be. No golf or tennis did she play. She could not shoot nor s ' wim. She did not use the modern slang, It had not then come in. Though not accomplished in these arts. Her friends proclaimed her sweet. In modest way she captured hearts. And held them at her feet. A Word from Old Girls. Celia Mason Timberlake is teaching music at Lee ' s Collegiate Insti- tute, Jackson, Ky. Lutie Moore is visiting in Houston, Texas. Nora Fraser is teaching at Chatham Episcopal Seminary. Helen Barnes is teaching at Parnassus. Bessie Leftwich is teaching at the M. B. S. Rebecca Gilkeson is at the University of Chicago. Margaret Kable is teaching in Staunton. Mary and Mattie Winston spent six months abroad, Mary Gaines is visiting in Washington. ' Millicent Lupton visited in Philadelphia. Maisie Irons is at home. Elsie Hamilton is teaching music at the Virginia School for the Deaf and Blind. Evelyn Chase is in Waynesboro. Irene Strayer is studying art in Harrisonburg. Miss Charlotte Kemper has returned from Brazil, where she was engaged in missionary work, and has visited the Seminary several times. Jessie Tred vay is in Richmond, visiting her sister. Louise Carr and Maggie McFadden are attending school at National Park Seminary, Washington, D. C. Ruth Finley is with her sister, Mrs. Gilkeson, in Parkersburg, W. Va. Mary Yost is attending Vassar. Nell Cochran spent the winter in New York, paying flying visits to points near there. Mildred Powers went to school in Roanoke, Va., for part of the year. Bertha Smith spent the winter at home, Brazil, Ind. Mattie White is teaching in Oklahoma. Eulalie Chaffee is attending Converse College. Mary Armstrong is attending school in Bryn Mawr, Pa. Louise Bellamy and Mary Lewis are in Wilmington, N. C. Martha Paxton visited in Richmond, Norfolk, and Baltimore. Helen Scott visited in Bethlehem, and New York, this winter. Josie Gilkeson is teaching at Klienburg. Eugenia Harvey is going to Miss Sempale ' s school in New York. Mary Royster is attending school at Madame Lafevre ' s, in Balti- more. Lillian Finney is going to school in San Antonio, Texas. Fanny Campbell and Margaret Kline are at home, Yazoo City, Miss. Sally Gibson is teaching at Varm Springs, Va. Louella Gilliam has been visiting in Peoria, 111. Irene Gilliam spent the winter traveling with her mother. Nell White made her debut in Savannah, Ga., and visited Nell Cochran in the spring. Fanny Royster has been visiting in Cuba, Florida, and Savannah. Aldine Howell is at National Park School in Washington. Alice Craig spent the winter in Piedmont, Ala. Ella Smith is teaching music at Clifton Forge. Willamai Teague went to school in Sherman, Texas, but had to return home on account of her health. Edna Smith has been traveling in California and New Mexico. Viola Morris is going to the University. Ethelynd Bonafield has been visiting in Staunton. Elizabeth Haw has made several trips to Richmond this winter. Lucy Boyd has been in Savannah part of the winter. Elizabeth TurnbuU is living in Lexington, Va., and spent a day at the Seminary. Jodie Williams spent some time in Staunton last fall. Alumnae Brides. Lavilla Belknap Lyons to Mr. Langdon Lea, November 12, 1902, Charlottesville, Virginia. Cornelia Irene McMillan to Mr. Ross Wade Newell, Ocftober 28, 1902, Louisiana. Irene Stephens to Dr. Donald Jackson Frick, September 15, 1902, Los Angeles, California. Irene Mildred Taylor to Mr. Irl Armstrong, June 11, 1902, Pine Bluff, Arkansas. Mary Lockwood Gould to Mr. Burnet Fulton Foulds, OcStober 14, 1902, Parkersburg, Vest Virginia. Page Osborne to Mr. George Bryan, Odtober 22, 1902, Petersburg, Virginia. Jennie Mae Peck to Mr. John Edwin Williams, September 18, 1902, Staunton, Virginia. Kate St. Clair May to Mr. William Allen Willingham, July 2, 1902, Staunton, Virginia. Sadie Todd to Mr. Clarence Seaton, Staunton, Virginia. Anna Dee Howell to Mr. Waller Chanslor, November 26, 1902, Waynesville, North Carolina. Ellen Campbell Pancake to Rev. John Edmunds Brower, June 5, 1902, Romney, Vest Virginia. Elizabeth Jane Jones to Rev. Matthew Ernest Hansel, September 17, 1902, Doe Hill, Virginia. Julia Ada Bantz to Mr. Thomas Beardsworth, August 20, 1902, Winchester, Virginia. Effie Audrey Lacy to Mr. W illiam Herbert Hale, May 21, 1902, Richmond, Virginia. Mabelle Pitkin to Mr. Frank Marius Johnson, August 29, 1902, South Windsor, Conne(5ticut. Sharp A illiams to Mr. Edwin R. Holmes, November 25, 1902, Yazoo City, Mississippi. Elizabeth Windsor Moore to Mr. Harry Spencer Bradley, September 3, 1902, Muskagee, Indian Territory. Katherine Stoneman Williams to Mr. Henry Rutgers Ford, Septem- ber 10, 1902, Buffalo, New York. Frieda Haberkamp to Mr. J. Barbour, Yazoo City, Mississippi. Mary Augusta Moon to Mr. Edward Ne vton Newman, March 25, 1903, Lynchburg, Virginia. Amelia Pearson to Mr. Hugh Philip Cooper, January 28, 1903, Harro dsburg, Kentucky. Caroline Mae Wilder to Mr. William Adair Murrill, April 2, 1903, Charlotte, North Carolina. M. B. S. Register. Adair, Blanche, Allen, Annie Wilson, Allen, Jane McClellan, Anderson, Mattie, Baile, V. Marie, Baker, Beulah, Bean, Katherine L., Bell, Elizabeth A., Bell, Martha V., Bell, Sarah Jane, Betts, Katie E., Bishop, Joyce, Blackburn, Faye W., Blackburn, Henrietta, Blackburn, Mary P., Borcheis, Helene, Borcheis, Mimi A., Borden, Rachel H., Bowles, Lucy B., Bowles, Marie, Boyd, H. Laura, Bradford, Katherine C, Bragg, Margaret B., Brooke, Virginia T., Brown, Elizabeth S., Browning, Janie M., Browning, Reba, Browning, W. Cameron, Brubaker, H. Addie, Brunson, Marie C, Burwell, Julia, Bush, Grace E., Bush, Ruth E., Carter, Hill M., Cleveland, Carmelite, Colby, Virna, Coleman, Claude, Houston, Tex. Buchanan, Va. Staunton, Va. Front Royal, Va. New Windsor, Md. Aberdeen, Md. Clinton, S. C. Staunton, Va. Lewisburg, West Va. Staunton, Va. Hope, Ala. Carthage, Mo. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Richmond, Va. Richmond, Va. Goldsboro, N. C. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Oxford, Ga. Philadelphia, Pa. Roanoke, Va. Alexandria, Va. Bridgeport, Ky. Pocahontas, Va. Pocahontas, Va. Pocahontas, Va. Berlin, Pa. Mars Blufif, S. C. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Washington, Va. Cleburne, Tex. Houston, Tex. San Antonio, Tex. Coleman, Marguerite, Crane, Mary L., Crawford, Estelle M., Crawford, Mary P., Crosby, Mattie E., Danner, Margaret M., Davidson, Margaret M., Decker, Jessielee, De Vier Hortense, Dickenson, Mary, Dooley, Elizabeth E., Drennan, Leila M., Duncan, Josephine E., Eakle, Margaret C, Edmondson, Eva B., Ellis, Susie A, Eisenberg, Lilian, Eisenberg, Louise, Eisenberg, Mary C, Fauntleroy, Louise C, Fentress, Margaret, Ford, Nellie R., Fowler, Mildred B., Fox, AUie L., Frank, Hazel, Eraser, Margaret, Fretwell, Lois H., Fulton, M. Gore, Fulton, Nannie B., Garner, Anna Bell, Gillespie, Nannie B., Gilmer, Ollie, Givens, Ruth, Glenn, Mabel, Glover, Leslie, Goodwin, Marguerite, Green, Annie E., San Antonio, Tex. Exeter, Mo. Staunton, Va. Mt. Meridian, Va. Staunton, Va. Annex, Va. Millboro Springs, Va. Magnolia, Ark. Harrisonburg, Va. Staunton, Va. Rockville, Ind. Taylorsville, Ind. Staunton, Va. Coiner ' s Store, Va. Staunton, Va. Clarksville, Tenn. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Memphis, Tenn. Kansas City, Mo. Washington, D. C. Pine Bluff, Ark. Johnstown, Pa. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Bardstown, Ky. Staunton, Va. Little Silver, N. J. Tazewell, Va. San Antonio, Tex. Providence, Ky. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Fishersville, Va. Gregory, Tex. Green, M. Faye, Griffith, Nancy V., Gwinn, Bella H., Gwinn, Joe W., Gwinn, Sarah V ., Hall, Elizabeth L., Hamilton, Margaret O., Hamilton, Marguerite, Hamilton, Willa Belle Hammond, Marie A., Harvey, J. Reine, Heard, Bessie, Heard, Katie F., Heard, Nina, Heflin, Nina, Heiberger, Fannie, Henderson, Annie P., Henderson, Dorothy, Henderson, Margaret, Hervey, Rheta T., Higginbotham, Nannie, Higgins, Philo D., Hoge, Elizabeth, Hood, Cobbie, Hoover, Mary B., Houston, Florence V., Houston, Harriet H., Houston, Lydia B., Huffman, Lola R., Hughes, A. Pearle, Hughes, Janet, Hupman, Evelina G., Gregory, Tex. Paris, Ky. Grenada, Miss. Grenada, Miss. Grenada, Miss. Pittsburg, Pa. Snyder, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Memphis, Tenn. McKinney, Tex. McKinney, Tex. McKinney, Tex. Galveston, Tex. Washington, D. C. Staunton, Va. Washington, D. C. Staunton, Va. Raleigh, N. C. Tazewell, Va. Brooklyn, N. Y. Staunton, Va. Cuthbert, Ga. Carlisle, Pa. Ashland, Ky. Pittsburg, Pa. Millsboro, Del. Staunton, Va. Charlestown, W. Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Hutcheson, Mrs. Charles F., Staunton, Va. Hutton, Beryl, Huttonville, W. Va. Jackson, lone, Gainesville, Ga. Jackson, Louise, Gainesville, Ga. Janney, Nannie Lee, Leesburg, Va. Jones, Emmie, Suffolk, Va. Jones, Phoebe, Suffolk, Va. Howard, Elizabeth, Staunton, Va. Kable, Cornelia M., Ker, Margaret P., King, Olive, Knopsnyder, Zora E., Lake, Louise L., Landes, Bessie W., Lang, Irma, Langford, Helena, Lapsley, Vermelle, La Roche, Georgia J., Lecky, M. Louise, Leftwich, Katie, Leftwich, Mabel, Lindsey, Marian A., Lingamfelter, Elizabeth Loeb, Hortense, Long, Gertrude, Lowry, Lucie, Malone, Blanche, Mann, Mary, Martin, Gabriella, Martin, Lilla K., McCue, Mabel, McCue, Nan nie, McDermont, Katherine, McDermont, Lesa, McDermont, Rosalie, McDonald, Ethel, McDonald, Hazel R., McEIroy, Susie Lee, McGuffin, Katie W., Mead, Marjorie, Meetze, Elizabeth, Miller, Eva, Miller, Fannie B., Miller, Judith C, Milnes, Rosalie, Moffett, Elsie, Moore, Sadie, Morgan, Cornelia, Staunton, Va- Staunton, Va. Charlottesville, Va. Horton, W. Va. Chicago, III. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton. Va. Greenville, Va. Savannah, Ga. Fancy Hill, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Alexandria, Va. L., Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Reading, Pa. Catlettesburg, Ky. Fairmont, W. Va. Japan. Bluffton, S. C. Bluffton, S. C. Ft. Defiance, Va. Rolla, Va. Dayton, O. Dayton, O. Dayton, O. Cuthbert, Ga. Fairmont, W. Va. Richmond, Va. Sewell, W. Va. Marietta, O. Washington, D. C. Frankfort, Ind. Staunton, Va. Ft. Defiance, Va. Ashland, Va. Barterbrook, Va. Rapid City, S. Da. Springfield, Mo. Morgan, Nan, Morris, Eleanor D., Morris, Hilda M., Mosby, Nettie P., Munger, Rosa, Neel, Rossie, Opie, Helen, Orto, Mattie, Pancake, Elizabeth, Pancake, Emily V., Parker, Ethel M., Parks, Lilian, Patrick, Annie H., Patteson, Anne Bell, Paxton, Esteline, Payne, Miss, Percivall, Ophelia, Phillips, Edna L., Pinner, Eugenia E., Porter, Ella H. Powell, Louise, Ramsey, Marie L., Rash, Mary, Robertson, Mary E., Rosser, M. Virginia, Roller, Susie E., Rodbush, Lora L., Rountree, Bessie R., Ruff, Hettie G., Rubel, Lotta, Rubel, Gertrude, Savin, Majorie, See, Hallie N., Seymour, C. Edith, Shanklin, Susanna, Sheets, Lilly, Sheldon, Helen M., Sherrard, Elzabeth M., Shuey, Katherine B., Shuler, Carrie E., Aberdeen, Md. Dover, Del. Low Moor, Va. Richmond, Va. Birmingham, Ala. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Pine Bluff, Ark. Romney, VJ. Va. Romney, W. Va. Dendron, Va. Washington, D. C. Staunton, Va. Petersburg, Va. Woodstock, Va. Harrisonburg, Va. Petersburg, Va. Millboro Springs, Va. Baltimore, Md. Staunton, Va. Canton, Miss. Madisonville, Ky. Madisonville, Ky. Varrenton, Va. West Superior, Mich. Weyer ' s Cave, Va. Arbor Hill, Va. Richmond, Va. Mt. Clinton. W. Va- Oklahoma, Miss. Oklahoma, Miss. Staunton, Va. Ft. Defiance, Va- Richmond, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Madison, Wis. Rocky Mount, Va. Washington, D. C. El Dorado, Ark. Simpson, Delia M., Skeggs, Annie H., Slappy, Mabel P., Sloan, Anne M. D., Smith, Nelle G., Smith, Nina P., Smith, Sarah W., Smith, Sue L., Summerfield, Serena, Spear, M. Elizabeth, Speck, Rachel M., Spottswood, Mattie B. D., Stephenson, Janet C, Stephenson, Margaret B., Stickley, Eva M., Stout, Cornelia L, Stout, Sallie R., Stratton, V. May, Strayer, Lizette W., Sudduth, Nannie K., Surber, AUie, Surber, Elizabeth G., Surber, Margaret, Swan, Katherine, Swann, Ethel, Switzer, Cornelia M., Swortzel, Pearl, Sydnor, Frances C, Sydnor, May, Tate, Susie, Tenney, Aleda, Thomason, Nellie M., Tilghman, Mary E., Timberlake, Edith H., Timberlake, Elizabeth H. Timberlake, Josephine B, Tinder, Creel, Tredway, Almeyda, Tucker, Nettie, Turk, Mary H., Staunton, Va. Decatur, Ala. Marshellsville, Ga. Sonaconing, Md. Sweet Springs, Mo. Port Arthur, Tex. Brazil, S. A. Estille, Ky. Staunton, Va. Connellsville, Pa. Staunton, Va. Petersburg, Va. Monterey, Va. Warm Springs, Va. Anderson, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Harrisonburg, Va. Welsh, W. Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Frankfort, Ind. Louisville, Ky. Harrisonburg, Va. Staunton, Va. Mamboro, Va. Staunton, Va. Paris, 111. Sparstanburg, S. C. Oxford, Ala. Salisbury, Md. Staunton, Va. , Staunton, Va. , Staunton, Va. Madisonville, Ky. Chatham, Va. Staunton, Va. Washington, D. C. Uhler, Mary Glenn, Umbach, Hilda B., Vandevander, Annie W., A aite, Helen M., Walker, Gladys F., Walker, May B., Wallace, Minnie, Walton, Annie V., Warwick, Mary E., Wayman, Frances St. C, Webb, Frances, Weller, Lilian W., Wenger, Alice M., West, Agnes McClung, West, Allie, Alexandria, Va. Belington, W. Va. Ft. Defiance, Va. Portsmouth, O. Staunton, Va. Ft. Defiance, Va. Magnolia, Ark. Cameron, W. Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Vienna, Md. Staunton, Va. Cairo, 111. Heron, Va. Ft. Worth, Tex. Wetherly, M. May, White, Eleanor L., Whittle, Rosalie B., Williams, Janie A., Williams, Laura, Williams, Louise W. Wilson, Sallie B., Wiltshire, Mrs., Wise, Laura W., Woods, Cecilia, Woods, Josephine V . Worthington, Annie Young, Leila M., Young, Martha, Young, May, Bennettsville, N. C. Staunton. Va. Staunton, Va. Yazoo City, Mich. Fairmont, Va. Richmond, Va. South Boston, Va. Staunton, Va. Staunton, Va. Savannah, Ga. ,,Tsing, Kiang Pu,China. Laurie, Bel Air, Md. Staunton, Va. Atlanta, Ga. Atlanta, Ga. Wetherell, Lulu, Parkersburg, W. Va. .( l b - tbe mary Baldwin Sentlnary FOR YOUNG LADIES Staunton, Ua. Session Begins September mh, mi 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 educa- tional institution. During past session two hun- dred seventy students from twenty-seven States. 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   ft    J} fe g g « S fefefefe t t g THREE STORES Staunton Roanoke Bristol Each Store always has the best in Books and Stationery CALDWELL-SITES CO. t S :§ SS JOHN FALLON FLORIST Staunton. Va.. Grower of Fine Cut Flowers Roses, Carnations and Violets Specialties. Funeral Designs WEDDING BOUQUETS ARTIS- TICALLY ARRANGED ON SHORT NOTICE WOODWARD LOTHROP IMPORTED AND DOMESTIC Dry Sf Taney Qoods MEN ' S, WOMEN ' S, AND CHILDREN ' S FINE FURNISHINGS. SCHOOL SUPPLIES, ETC. Special Attention to Orders by Mail. No Catalogue. NEW YORK. WASHINGTON. PARIS. « 3o$epb Barkman MANUFACTURER OF ALL LEATHERS. NEW SHADES. M H. HOLLIDAY. STAUNTON, - VIRGINIA. Pure Candies, Cakes, Ice Cream. Handler of Lowney ' s Chocolates and Whitman ' s Fine Candies w Staunton, Virginia. Wm. R,. Knowles ROSENBERGER CO. Wholesale and Retail 23 East Main Street MEAT DEALER Fish ®. Oysters in Season Pure Lard and Bacon, our curing, a Specialty. The Cleanest Grocery Store in the City EVERYTHING IN THE LINE OF STAPLE AND FANCY PHONES— Mutual, 658 Mutual, Residence, 431 FARM— Hebron Church Line, 61 P. O. BOX, 676 Groceries Fresh Goods Received Every Day POLITE ATTENTION PROMPT DELIVERY No. 14 N. Augusta St. Phones— Mutual, 352; Bell, 18 DENNY ' S We ask and appreciate ■ m your patronage in : : : : WOMEN ' S FURN SH NGS DRY GOODS, THE CHOICEST LINE OF... FANCY GOODS, DRY GOODS NOVELT ES AND SHOES. m American Stock Co. DENNY ' S 10 apd 12 Main SI. Chesapeake Ohio Ry. THE RHINE. THE ALPS AND THE BATTLEFIELD LINE. New River Scenery . .. Chesapeake Ohio Railway Handsome V ' estibuled Trains of Day Coaches, Pullman Sleepers, Dining Cars and Observation Parlor Cars of the latest pattern . . BETWEEN NEW YORK PHILADELPHIA BALTIMORE WASHINGTON OLD POINT COMFORT RICHMOND VIRGINIA HOT SPRINGS STAUNTON CINCINNATI LOUISVILLE ST. LOUIS CHICAGO . . . THROUOH THE . . . Most Picturesque and Historic Regions of America Mountains, Rivers, Canons, Battlefields, Colonial Landmarks, Health and Pleasure Resorts and Summer Homes in High Altitudes . . . . FOR ILLUSTRATED DESCRIPTIVE PAMPHLETS. ADDRESS H. W. FULLER, General Passenger Agent, WASHINQTON, D. C. Creations (Uortb « leaving ti A Jewelry Store is the natu ral place to seek for gifts of lasting value. There are so many things here that are beautiful, useful and will hold their worth always. :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: Baldwin m Pins, Brooches and Spoons D. L SWITZER, Jeweler. 3 East Main Street S. p. SILLING .DEALER IN. Choice Fresh Meats, Fish and Oysters No. 10 North Augusta St. , , .. SOLdTn TRiSVLN-LOADS ' ' Ai© IMY Eil@ySllBSIElPlM©. ' MfdbyTheSOUTHERN MFC CO.,RicHMONri Three Stores Staunton « Roanoke Bristol One aim, to be the best in the business CaMwell-Sites Co, Booksellers and Stationers [ ISAAC WITZ CHARLES A. HOLT M. KIVLIGHAN i I WHITE STAR MILLS I ...Manufacturers of... HIGH GRADE FLOURS. We guarantee every sack and barrel of flour to be up to the standard we have established on our goods. The question, How can we with impunity do this ? is easily answered as follows : We are located in the heart of the renowned Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, where the wheat is the peer of any grown in the Union. We have one of the best equipped milling properties in the South, manned only by those who know how to mill in the most careful and skilful manner. Why do you buy cheap flour made from sprouted and damaged wheat, when for a few cents per barrel more you can secure a flour that will give your trade absolute satisfaction ? Ask your grocer for Melrose Pa.tei t White StaLr Patent New Process StraLight Brands Manufactured solely by WHITE STAR MILLS, - - - STAUNTON, VA. Pal ais Ro yal Headquarters for Fine Millinery and Stylish Tailored Garments. Those who have viewed our magnificent Stock of Mil- linery unhesitatingly declare it to be the grandest display in the State. The correct style is here represented in every branch of the department — a wonderful money-saving opportunity. The enormous increase of our business is sufficient evidence that our styles and prices are correct. This has been the secret of our success. :: :: :: :: :: :: Always carry a full line of Tailor-made Suits, Skirts, Corsets, Gloves, and Ladies ' Furnishings. :: :: :: :: :: Palais Royal. INTKRIOK OK THE JKWKLKY STORE OK H. I.. I.ANG KODAKS AND SUPPLIES FRATERNITY PINS H. L. LANG. Staunton, Virginia M. B. vS. ttvJaiSir- jJN ijj ' x .-.a x jjJ t.-jjyifc j- ' ■ ' gi| i Dr. N. Wayt 6 Bro. i LEADING 1 $fe DRUG GISTS T ga 16 W. MAIN ST. STAUNTON. VA. x ; III - COSTLIES T BECAUSE JEST. g}| I INVINCIBLE eagle! 10 CENT CIGAR. V te Positively Clear Bawna Tiller || X i ' A Sample Box of 25 for $2.00. all Express Charges Paid ' j iVA $75 PER 1000 ' k ' f, x Geo. A. Haines, Staunton, Va. xl ?U4 FACTORY ESTABLISHED 1865 5 Pf-j ;r f, ,. i:, k m ii t X C, iC ' r r, i(;V r, i Vt, kx; y,k C, , X. y, : yH c ' t ' [ X U! A FULL LINE OF l)udnut ' $ and Roger Sf duM ' s Perfumes and toilet Articles -..AT--- Beirs Drug Store No. 19 E. Main St. MUTUAL PHONE 16 - BELL PHONE 81 PLAINE NAILL Wholesale and v Retail Dealers In Staple and Fancy Groceries, Country Produce, Etc. No. 17 Eas t Main Street. STAUNTON. .... VIRGINIA Shreckhise 8z Bear LEADERS IN Fine Dress Goods, Silks, Fancy Trimmings and Ladies ' Furnishings. AGENTS FOR The Celebrated Centemeri Glove AND American Lady Corset. Dress Making Establishment in con- ne 5tion with the store. The Melville Clark Piano A high-class, absolutely reliable instrument, has received the unreserved endorsement of musicians and music lovers. The Chicago Presto has this to say about it : One of the most artistic pianos made in the country is the Melville Clark piano. It is artistic in every phase, in the exterior as well as in the interior, in the tone as well as in the case. Every detail has been finished with the most punctilious care. Nothing has been left undone to make the Melville Clark piano worthy of the name of an art producft. It has a tone that in its musical beauty will make an immediate im- pression upon the musical sense. It is in use in the Mary Baldwin Seminary, and the other schools of Staunton, and is giving highest satisfacftion. For prices and terms address C. F. W. EISENBERG, 721 N. AUGUSTA ST. STAUNTON, VIRGINIA A. ERSKINE MILLER Wholesale Grocer COAL AND LUMBER DEALER STAUNTON, VIRGINIA MONG the various departments which go to make up our busi ness there is none to which we devote more attention or are more interested in ; than our Printing Shop. IT It is the attention and the in terest, by the way, that makes our work different from that of others, better too, we think. f5he BLUESTOCKING is a sample of the work we do. Tif you, at any time, want any printing done, we would be glad to do it for you, and do it well. II We have other departments — Books, Stationery, Art Goods, Pid ures, and a well-equipped Framing Shop, and are the originators of the Mary Baldwin Seminary Pennant. AVill mail you one for seventy-five cents. ALBERT SHULTZ Under Y« Town Clock STAUNTON, - VIRGINIA u I iX- ' i : SWS ' Si -V.