Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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Slowly the last pi(5 ure faded, the white mist melted away and as the light grew dimmer there came to me a feeling of disappointment that none of them had won world-wide fame. And I thought as the clouds grew heavier and darker, Is this all that life holds for them? Surely there is something higher, I cried, and lo ! the room was enveloped in dazzling moonlight, while far above one bright star shone clear and steadily. My disappointment was all forgotten and a great peace fell upon me, for there had come the realization that each one of them could rise to one height, could shed her light and influence as far and as bright as that one shining star, could attain a chaplet of laurels never-fading. Evelina Gibbons Hupman.

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surely is, who, tall and dignified, in cap and gown, is receiving the praise and congratulations of her friends. Her ambition has led her on to greater efforts ; these have been crowned with success, and to-day has been conferred upon her a degree of which she may justly be proud. As I look at her I see possibilities of yet higher things and believe that she will attain them. Swiftly the picture came and went and looking farther, I smiled as I caught sight of Susie Lee. Our dainty, fun-loving girl of by-gone days is transformed into a charming little matron who, with a pretty assump- tion of dignity, flits here and there among her guests giving to all bright smiles and welcoming words. As the pi(5 ure slowly faded, my last glimpse was of her happy face, and I was glad that it was so. But my thoughts were turned to another picfture. It is a gay scene. Through rooms brilliantly lighted, and between banks of fragrant flowers a throng of richly dressed people move to and fro. I seem to catch the odor of the myriads of flowers, while faint strains of music are borne to me from afar. Why this pi(5 ure? I ask; and then all at once, I see, the centre and attra(5 ion of a large group, Rosa. Yes, it is surely our Miss Rose, who is scattering her smiles so promiscuously alike upon great and little. As I look at her, after the lapse of years, I see her reigning supreme, without an enemy in the world ; yet, with all her triumph, the same sweet Rose of school-girl days. That scene is gone, and in its place a studio, with paints and brushes lying carelessly about, while the walls are covered with paintings large and small. Before a canvas and easel a girl is sitting. The sun stream- inglthrough the high, uncurtained windows falls upon the canvas, lighting up the beauty of the scene depid ed there, and as I turn and look at the artist, I know that Isabella has achieved success. The artist and the pi(5 ure are swept from view, as the final scene appears. Once more it is a brilliant gathering, but this time everything is hushed and still as out over the listening audience floats the soft sweet music evoked by a master ' s hand. As the strains cease and the player arises, I see through the flowers showered upon her, Mildred, who ever faithful in small things, has accomplished great ones.

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HE prizes for the best story, the best essay, IlL the best poem, and the best art work for ■ the Bluestocking of 1905, were given by Mr. Arista Hoge, Mr. Henry L. Lang, Mr. H. C. Miller and Mr. Albert Shultz, respectively; that for the best amateur photograph, also by Mr. Shultz. To these gentlemen the Editors desire to extend their hearty thanks. The prizes have been awarded as follows : Prize Story, Sarah, A Maid of the Revolution, ' ' Margaret May Weatherly; Prize Essay, South- ern Poets, Evelina Gibbons Hupman ; Prize Poem, The Lady in the Moon, Josephine Un- derwood Woods ; Prize for Photograph, to Marie Keller ; Art Prize, to Louise Sloss.