Meredith College - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

Text from Pages 1 - 178 of the 1907 volume:

CARLYLE CAMPBELL LIBRARY R M54V 376.8 1907 10309 MEREDITH COLLEGE - Ml I A- V-t- It; Meredith CoBege Libraif .. - N Raleigh, N. C ftWqn 3 TO W« OAK LEAVES Vol. 4 1907 No. 2 Edited and Published by the Philoretian and Astrotekton Literary Societies of the JSaptist tHntotrsitp for SHBomen, Raleigh, North Carolina Illustrations by the Students of the Art Department. Carlyle Campbell Library Meredith College J ndeUm fy S. n JU i ileetct t n MU zX Mtetti r ,m teead m duawu. John T. Pullen. id o 1 Class of ' 07 Motto: In Life ' s Morning, March! Color: Nile Green. Flower: White Carnation. Call: (Tune of bugle call). To our Class comes the loud call: Be ye up, one and all, Haste away to the duties of life; Go forth into the strife. Loud is the call, respond ye all, Now is the time to begin — In life ' s early morning, march! Ethel Carroll President. Margaret Bright Vice-President. Lettie Parker Secretary. Louise Wyatt Treasurer. Foy Johnson Historian. Addie Smith Poet. Lucile Withers Prophet. iWasfcot MARGARET HUNTER. Dk. Elizabeth Delia Dixon-Carroll, honorary member of the senior class. Jfacultp Officers; of 3nsitruction anb gbminfetratton Dr. R. T. Vann, A.B. (Wake Forest): S. B. T. Seminary; D.D. (Furman University), President. L. D. Watson, Jr., A.B., B.E. (University of Georgia), Dean of Literary Department — Professor of Mathematics. Elizabeth Delia Dixon-Carroll, M.D. (Woman ' s Medical College of N. Y.), Professor of Physiology. S. E. Young, A.M. (Brownsville Female College, Tenn.) ; Leipzig and Berlin, Professor of Modem Languages. J. G. Boomhour, A.B. (Colgate University) ; University of Chicago, Professor of Natural Science. Helen Louise Bishop, A.B. (Vassar College) ; A.M. (University of Michigan) ; American School of Classical Studies in Rome, Professor of Latin Language and Literature. C. Winnifred Blair, A.M. (Columbia University), Professor of History. Agnes B. Powell, A.B. (University of Chicago), Professor of English. J. H. Highsmith, A.M. (Columbia University), Professor of Philosophy and Bible. Rosa Paschal, A.B. (Baptist University for Women), Assistant in Mathematics. Mary H. Livermore, A.B. (Adelphi College), Assistant in English. Alice Whittier Meserve, A.B. (Vassar College), Assistant in Latin and Modern Language. Caroline Berry Phelps, A.M. (Adrian College) ; O.M. (Emerson College of Oratory), Professor of Elocution and Director of Physical Culture. Wade R. Brown, New England Conservatory of Music; A. K. Virgil, New York; Sternschen Conservatorium, Berlin; Private Pupil Dr. Ernest Jedliczka, Berlin, Dean of Music Department — Professor of Piano, Organ and Theory. Elizabeth D. Burtt, Artist and Teacher ' s Diploma, New England Conservatory of Music, Piano and Theory. Eva C. Sams, Limestone College; Burrow ' s Kindergarten School ;. Faelten ' s School of Music, Boston, Piano and Theory. Jennie Elizabeth Blinn, Student at Oberlin Conservatory; Graduate of Con- servatory of Denison University; Private Pupil of Alberto Rondeggar, London, England Voice Culture. Grace Louise Cronkhite, New England Conservatory of Music; Virgil Piano School, Metropolitan College of Music, New York; Private Pupil of Moritz Moskowski, Paris, Piano and Theory. Mrs. Florence B. Appy, Michigan Normal Conservatory of Music; Detroit Conservatory of Music; Pupil of Ida Fletcher Norton, Boston; Mme. Ohrstron-Renard, New York, Voice Culture. Georgia Etta Steedly, Greenville Female College ; Winthrop Normal College ; Private Pupil Alexander Lambert, New York, Piano. Gustav Hagedorn, Violin and Theory. Ida Poteat, New York School of Art ; Cooper Union Art School, N. Y. ; School of Applied Design, Philadelphia; Pupil of Mounier, Chase Class, London, Professor of Art. Kate Ford, Graduate in the School of Art, B. U. W. ; School of Decorative and Applied Art, New York City, Professor of Applied Design and China Painting. E. M. Battis, Professor of Business Course. Gertrude Royster, Associate Director of Physical Education. Jessie M. Davis, Southwest Va. Institute, Principal of Primary Department. Sue Porter, Graduate of State Normal and Industrial College of N. C. ; Teacher in City Schools of Asheville and Salisbury ; Teacher in Teacher ' s Institutes and Summer Schools of this State and Virginia, Supervising Teacher of Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Grades. Mary K. Applewhite, Graduate of the State Normal and Industrial College, 1894; Special Student of English, University of North Carolina, 1902-1903 ; Stu- dent Columbia University, 1905 ; Teacher of English and Literature, Greens- boro High School; Principal Grammar School, Greensboro, N. C, Superintendent of University Normal Department. W. J. Ferrell, A.B. Wake Forest College ; Cornell University, Bursar. Mrs. W. J. Ferrell, Nansemond Seminary, Va., Piano. Elizabeth Schuster, Capen, Boston; Klindworth-Scharwenka Conservatory, Berlin ; Pupil of Barht, Berlin. Cbttorsi of 0ak £eabeg for 1907 Lucile D. Withers, Phi., Editor-in-Chief. Ethel May Carroll, Astro., Associate Editor. Stephens Carrick, Astro., Business Manager. Leila Douglass, Phi., Art Editor. Junior Editors: Sophomore Editors: Dora Cox, Phi. Grace Rogers, Phi. Nannie Pigg, Astro. Helen Hilliard, Astro. Freshman Editors: Roberta Bland, Phi. Katherine Parker, Astro. 7 7 MARGARET IRENE BRIGHT, Astro., New Hill, N. C. A heart at leisure from itself To soothe and sympathize. ETHEL BARROW, Phi., Raleigh, N. C. She doeth little kindnesses Which most leave undone, or despise. ETHEL MAY CARROLL, Astro., WlNTERVIIXE, N. C. And I smiled to think God ' s greatness Flowed around our incompleteness, Around our restlessness His rest. MARY STEPHENS CARRICK, Astro., High Point, N. C. I would not creep along the coast, but steer Out in mid-sea, by guidance of the stars. ALLISON LENORA EDWARDS, Astro., Mars Hill, N. C. The warmth of genial courtesy The ealm of self-reliance. FOY ELIZABETH JOHNSON, Astro., Raleigh, N. C. A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer ' s day. PEARLE JOHNSON, Phi., PlTTSBOBO, N. C. ' Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer ' s temples bind Wreathes that endure affliction ' s heaviest showers, And do not shrink from sorrow ' s keenest wind. s a MATTIE JANE JENKINS, Phi., Woodland, N. C. There is none like her, none. ANNIE REBECCA KNIGHT, Astro., Conetoe, N. C. What I will, I will, and there an end. ONA ELIZABETH LONG, Astro., Monroe, N. C. A rosebud set with little wilful thorns. MAMIE ELIZABETH MEEKS, Astro., Fayetteviixe, N. C. The mild expression spoke a mind, In duty firm, composed, resigned. LIZZINIA MOORE, Phi Gmmeslakd, N. C. She is pretty to walk with And witty to talk with And pleasant, too, to think on. LETTIE ELIZABETH PARKER, Phi., Menola, N. C. The simple beauty of a useful life That never dazzles and that never tires. MARY ELIZABETH PARKER, Phi., A noble type of good Heroic womanhood. Menola, N. C. MELISSA SCOTT PHILLIPS, Phi., Dalton, N. C. There ' s a woman like the dew-drop, She ' s so purer than the purest. CLARA MOZELLE PIGG, Astro., Madison, N. C. Her heart was like a fountain, The waters always sweet. CLEOPATRA SCARBORO, Phi., Eaole Rock, N. C. That caressing and exquisite grace — never bold, Ever present — which just a few women e «T ADDIE VALERIA SMITH, Astro., McCullers, N. C. Among them, but not of them; In a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts. LOUISE ELIZABETH WYATT, Phi., Raleigh, N. C. The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light. LUCILE DEVEREAUX WITHERS, Phi., Chablotte, N. C. Age can not wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. ?|t£torp of tfje Senior Clas ■WN the Spring of 1903 we left the prep, schools, grasping our diplomas and ll feeling very conscious of the laurels newly won, that rested lightly on our brows. In the fall of that same year we matriculated at the Baptist Uni- versity for Women. Before coming, we were sure that we would be the whole show, but only a few hours were needed to see how mistaken we were. Our laurels were brushed aside by careless hands, and trodden upon by Faculty feet. During that dreadful first week, when our trunks had been sent to A. and M. and le ft all night, and when nobody cared whether we lived or died, the question most frequent on our lips was, Is this your first year here ? No one ever asked us that ; it was plain that we had been away from home but a short while. How we longed for the time when we should be able to reply to next year ' s newish, No, I was here last year. That first year passed, quickly it seems now in retrospect, slowly it seemed then in actual experience. The awful rush tendered us by the Sophomores, Juniors, Seniors, Irregulars and Specials, was forgotten in the glad thought that Commencement was over, the Seniors had their diplomas, — and we were Sophs. Now we could answer the new girls as condescendingly as we pleased, and for a few days our happiness was complete. Surely this second year would be all pleasure, and compensation for the hardships of the first. Only for a little while did we labor under this delusion, and then work began. Work — that is the word that essentially applies to the Sophomore year. For were we not initiated into the inner mysteries of French and Biology that year? And did we not have to sit up into the wee sma ' hours conning that English for Miss Harris ? and get up long before the rising bell to translate Livy and horace, or work out those endless formulae in the last of Wells ' College Algebra? It was with a sigh of relief that, examinations having been passed, and the daisy chain success- fully made and carried, we turned our faces homeward for the summer. The Junior year passed with its full share of toil, intermingled with much pleasure. Some who had been numbered with us the first two years, returned no more, but others came to take their places, whom we gladly welcomed as we mourned for the absent ones. Now we have come to the end of our last year, the year to which we had looked forward throughout our course as being all joy. But though much happi- ness has fallen to our lot, there is sadness, too. Some have left, and no others come in their stead. Then, when we reflect on the years we ' ve been together, bound by the closest ties, sharing our joys and sorrows, there comes over us a shadow, as we think that next autumn, instead of coming back here to be greeted by the faces of class-mates, we must begin our journey in widely separated paths. Some will enter the school-room again, but to direct, not to be directed. Some will rest a year or so at home ; and some, perhaps, will go into homes of their own to put into practice there all the wise theories they ' ve gathered at college. As we look back on the past year, we see much to gratify us — Physics is over, and Senior Physiology. Any one of us now can give any natural law called for ; or name and locate every bone, muscle, and blood vessel in our bodies. The practice teaching is done. No more will we have to teach with a superior being in the form of our own teacher looking on. Not only has all this been accomplished, but we point with pride to the college magazine. The first volume of Oak Leaves appeared the year we first came to college, and now, departing, we leave the Acorn. The class of ' 07 will always claim that as its own. Having taken this backward glance, we are now ready for the future; ready for the real commencement of our lives, that will be richer and fuller for having been together four years within these walls. As we go forth, each her own way, let us, in the strength of our youth, ever be mindful of our motto, In life ' s morning, march ! Historian. enior Claste $oem Thou callest, O thou Spirit all divine ! Thou callest to the Daughters of fair earth ! And, lo, in answer to thy call we leave The flowering land of youthful dream and forth Into the vast unknown, called Life, we go; Yet not in darkness full, for now doth rise Translucent in the depth one star aglow That leadeth ever on ! Again thy call ! O Spirit heaven-born, And thy loved voice, like music clear and strong, Into the deep recesses of the Mind Doth penetrate, and verberating long, Doth waken there aspiring hope sublime, That mounteth up with restless wings to rend The all-pervading mist of sense and time And reach the Land Ideal ! And through that yearning, thou dost speak things strange To youthful ears, though sweet beyond compare: Would ' st thou, O chosen band, on that height live Where gleams of truth, converging, form a fair Soul-purging light that doth illumine all The storm-sped clouds that roll below those clouds Of pain and woe and heart-despair that fall Unto the lot of man. Then shalt thou choose the thorn-grown way of toil And service to mankind, and scorning deep The base-born pleasures of the world that stain The spotless white of woman ' s soul, shalt steep In fragrance Eden-sweet that shall abide The weary, bitter, ruthful lives of those Lone souls to whom Jehovah God denied The blessings given thee. A silence falls ! The morn-tide breaks in pearl And golden waves, whose opalescent light Unveils for each, of pathways manifold, One course that leads to that majestic height Whereof, O Spirit all divine, thy mystic song Didst breathe. And in the splendor of the dawn We each arise, with fearless hearts and strong, To scan the hallowed steep. Senior Ciasft OTtU Raleigh, Wake County, North Carolina. ' E, the members of the Senior Class of the Baptist University for Women, of the aforesaid town, county, and State, being of sound mind, but considering the brevity of our existence, do make and declare this our last will and testament. First : We give and bequeath to the walls of the above-mentioned institution the memory of every deed of ours from the first sprig of Freshman green to the full-blown rose of Seniority and do request that said memories be enclosed in a crystal case and placed where all future generations may gaze enraptured, but none disturb. Second: We give and bequeath Mr. Boomhour ' s class-room to each suc- cessive Senior Class of the above-named institution, where they may converse on the same day and hour that the philosophical faculty has its regular sessions in the adjoining room. Should there be reasons for special meetings they may, while awaiting Dr. Dixon ' s arrival to give the regular weekly quiz in Physiology, dismiss any Junior who has dared to consider her mind sufficiently developed for the study of Gray ' s Anatomy, forthwith call the august body to order and proceed with weighty matters until the aforesaid instructor appears unexpectedly on the scene. Third : We give and bequeath to the Junior Class the corner by the stairway on the first floor of the Main Building of the aforesaid institution. Said trysting place to be used by those girls who, out of pure love for things mathematical, have elected Physics. The time for meeting shall be on Tuesdays and Thursdays in those few minutes that can be snatched from the lunch and the one-thirty hour, the purpose of said convention being to impart, with the greatest possible velocity, all knowledge gleaned since the last meeting, to exchange all problems worked, to compare all marginal notes left by the Class of 1907, to make one steam-engine drawing serve to show valves working two ways, and to leave said rendezvous with all kinetic energy exhausted, temperature ioo° C. and all apperceptive masses exactly alike. Fourth: We give and bequeath to our successors the privilege of being requested by Dr. Vann to meet him in his office to select the Commencement speakers. Said summons to be repeated not less than eight nor more than twenty- four times. Each favored speaker declining, too much over-powered with honor to accept. Fifth : We give and bequeath the incoming Seniors the privilege c f going out to the Anniversary of our brother institution, Wake Forest College, without special permission from home, on handing in passes in the form of measles certifi- cates, and being chaperoned by Miss Bishop and Mr. Highsmith to the aforesaid place. Sixth: We give and bequeath to the Legislature of North Carolina the permission of making frequent appropriations for the keeping up of the pavements surrounding the Governor ' s Mansion, which are unavoidably damaged by the weekly processional marches of the entire student body, Seniors not excluded, of the Baptist University for Women. Seventh : We give and bequeath to all those who have taken upon their lips the name of Normal Work, the undisputed right to visit twice each week and at stated times, the schools of the aforesaid city, to spend an hour of absorbing interest in the presence of cherub children, and the further privilege of making a full report of said visit, provided the paper used for said report be of the size, color and texture prescribed by the instructor of the department involved. Eighth : We give and bequeath to next year ' s Seniors the honor of receiving, together with the Faculty, all the lecturers who may visit the University ; said privilege solely on condition that students shall remember to retire gracefully before hearing these humiliating words from the inconsiderate lips of the Lady Principal, Run along children ; it ' s time to study your lessons. Ninth : We give and bequeath to Mr. Ferrell the right of coming to the platform and making the announcement he deems necessary for the welfare of the whole school whenever a girl has surreptitiously violated the most important regulation of the school, namely, the cooking of molasses over the gas jet, or the least important regulation, namely, the handing in of classification cards after the stated time of two weeks. Tenth : We give and bequeath to each succeeding Senior Class the possi- bility and probability of failing in the Junior Exams., on History, Geography, Grammar and Arithmetic, and the priceless privilege of taking again the exami- nation on said subjects, with the improbable probability of reaching the tide-water mark 75. Eleventh : We give and bequeath to the Sophomores the privilege, when no teacher is in sight and when they are too tired to run up eight or ten nights of stairs and through not less than five or six halls, of using the wireless telephone from the third floor of the Main Building through the third floor of Faircloth Hall and thence to the third floor of East Building. Twelfth: We give and bequeath to the Freshmen of the aforesaid institution our Sunday evening lunch bags which we have collected and kept stored away during the past year while we have enjoyed the privilege of taking meals at Giersch ' s. Thirteenth: We give and bequeath to those students sitting on the south side of he Chapel, namely, the Art, Business and Prep, students, the privilege of opening their mouths during song whether or not any sound issues forth, to avoid an outbreak of the gathering storm on Professor Brown ' s brow. Fourteenth : We give and bequeath to Dr. Dixon-Carroll the pleasure of arranging, three times a week, for each succeeding Physiology lecture, the torn-out leaves of Gray ' s Anatomy, or giving to the class the privilege of paying the sum required for purchasing a new copy of said book. We give to her, also, the privilege of exercising an unusual amount of patience, while waiting for the class to come from the Chapel exercises, since it is on the morning of the above- mentioned lecture that all good friends from the aforesaid State and other States see fit to visit the above-named institution. Fifteenth: We give and bequeath to the members of the incoming Senior Class the pleasure of participating in all those social functions heretofore given in honor of the Senior Class of the aforesaid institution, but which have been denied us during the past year on account of our large membership. Also the further privilege of wearing those dresses made especially for said events. Sixteenth : We give and bequeath to the members of the succeeding Senior Class, in connection with the privilege of occupying, for the following year, the second row of seats of the middle section in the Chapel of the aforesaid institu- tion, the greater privilege of exercising those muscles of the neck, of which Gray speaks, in an effort to get the head properly tilted in order to get a view of the speaker on the stage. Seventeenth : We give and bequeath to the whole student body our deli- cately organized nervous system. And in order that there may be henceforth full democratic sympathy and a common feeling of sisterhood, we hereby declare it unlawful for any future Senior Class to form a monopoly or trust on nerves. To guard against said monopolies and trusts, it shall be one of the duties of the Executive Board of the institution, namely, the Faculty, to see that the ponderous burdens, heretofore resting upon the shoulders of the out-going class, be divided and the parts distributed in such a way that each student may have work accord- ing to her several abilities. Eighteenth : We hereby constitute and appoint our trusty friend, Dr. Eliza- beth Delia Dixon-Carroll, to all intents and purposes, to execute this our last will and testament, according to the true intent and meaning of the same, and every part and clause thereof, hereby revoking and declaring utterly void all other wills and testaments by us heretofore made. In witness whereof, we, the said Senior Class, do hereunto set our hand, this the nineteenth day of March, 1907. Senior Class. (Seal) Signed, sealed, published and declared to be their last will and testament in the presence of us, who, at their request and in their presence, do subscribe our names as witnesses thereto. Grace Daphne Rogers. N. Undine Futrell. Diploma ©rabuate in pano EULA SUTTLE WRIGHT. LUCILE DEVEREAUX WITHERS. Biploma grabuate in Srt y SALLIE C ' t.AliK .Iaiksox. JSP wig 1 T ' -5S -. ' ' ? ' ac ■■■■ CLASS UF ' US. Class of ' 08 Junior Clas Jlistorp ■■ HE principal question that the historian of the Class of Nineteen and Eight ill has to consider is that of selection. A number of events knock at the U door for entrance, but for the sake of brevity only a few can be admitted ; the choice of incidents will not be made with any special reference to time, but with regard to their importance. Should anyone be disposed to think the plan chronological, let him remember that the history of each successive year is more significant than that of the preceding. A propitious beginning inspired courage, an element sometimes lacking in the Freshman year. The water flowed so smoothly that not even the organization was detected by Sophomores. After the organization came work, the hardest we have yet struggled through. Something almost as hard was the thought of our high-school title of Senior being reduced to Freshman. ' All this we endured, yielding ever to the dignity of the upper classmen, whether patiently or otherwise we shall not disclose. The Autumn of 1905 found us in a flourishing condition, with no great obstruction in the way of progress. The memory of the entrance examinations disturbed the mind no longer; the teachers were not such enigmas as formerly, for they had by degrees shown themselves to be merely extraordinary human beings ; the Juniors and Seniors looked a little less prodigious, since the rounds by which they had ascended were becoming visible. The changes all meant that the wall of exclusiveness had crumbled away and beyond the ruins could be seen a goal, shining dimly in the distance, offering its reward to any who would run the race. It was during the Sophomore year that different members of the class began to distinguish themselves. The interests were broad and many-sided, but if any one temperament was predominant, it was probably the poetic. The common saying that poets are born, not made, is not wholly true, for, while some of the poets of 1908 have a natural bent toward poetry, it remains to be said that the most of them show some deformity from careless structure. However, it is encouraging to know that they can be made, and the following is an example of that class : While walking out one afternoon I chanced to spy a rose, That blossomed on a lovely stem And lonely there reposed. 0 lovely rose, so pure, so fair, To man from heaven sent; Teach me the grand simplicity Which God thy face hath lent. The closing days of our Sophomore year brought the first opportunity of rendering service to the graduating class. It was necessary to make a chain of roses or daisies, to be used on Class Day as the Seniors marched up the aisle. It required many flowers to make the chain, so that it was necessary to rise early to go for them. About half-past five in the morning the first alarm clock rattled off at full speed and was followed in a few minutes by others which, from the sound, appeared to be chasing the first. The class was soon ready and gone, with the exception of a few who were left behind to try a Latin examination for a second time. The girls hurried to get the roses back by the time their fellow- sufferers should finish their papers. Then all joined whole-hearted into the spirit of the fun. The chain was finished in time for the exercises, and the effect was all that we hoped, notwithstanding the fact that the chain was carried on the wrong shoulders by two or three unfortunates. The Junior year opened with new opportunities and resolutions, with new hopes for the future. Effort stared us in the face, but she was not unwelcome if only she would help carry us creditably to the end. Nor do we feel that credit- ably means simply to pass on examinations and get our pictures in the Annual. We want to be well-rounded, accomplished in all the arts of which our natures are capable — in other words, prepared for complete living. If, as Carlyle says, history is the only study that includes all others whatso- ever, the Junior Class has ample material for a history, for among its members you will find representatives of all the branches of knowledge. Chemists always come forward when called for, forgetful of their past trials. Their senses have been severely tested, the sense of smell probably receiving the keenest sensations. Chlorine and hydrochloric acid gas have rushed in fearlessly, often causing considerable annoyance, but fortunately the onsets never prove fatal ; rest, fresh air and Mr. Boomhour bring about a sure cure. There are sufficient examples to show that all the changes named in chemis- try have been produced. It is a fact that the wrinkles in some foreheads are due to hours of standing over the desk, heating and beating till it sometimes becomes an internal phenomena. If a second example is necessary, the chemistry aprons show the same change. To produce a chemical change means trial after trial, attended by restlessness and confusion. Frequently we hear the call from the adjoining room, Quiet, please. As for material changes, the shock from the breakage fee has been so recent that it is probably felt more sharply than either the physical or chemical. It may be because we are Americans and care more for the jingling of the guinea than for beauty or for science. If the love of history is universal, some of us must be out of the universe. History is not intuitive, for the reference shelf has been frequented by all classes for the purpose of watching the struggle between the Empire and the Papacy. Some allied themselves with the pope, but a greater number have sympathized with the emperor. The steps in this struggle were carefully followed in spite of the teacher ' s emphatic request that no books should be taken from the reference shelf. The literature of any country or people begins with poetry and develops until the prose form is reached. The analogy holds good for our class, : beginning with poetry in the Sophomore year, it has now attempted prose. Read the follow- ing proverbs and judge the quality for yourself: Run, and the world runs with you ; walk, and you get behind. You had better be careful in pouring out your soul in music, or any other art; you might have trouble in getting it back. Agree with people and they will despise your judgment ; disagree, and they will despise you. Information concerning the Shepherd ' s Crook is always interesting to mem- bers of the college, but a little explanation may be necessary for those not so intimately connected with our college life. The Class of 1906 presented the Crook to the Senior Class, to be kept by them as an insignia of honor. If any other class should be successful enough to find the concealed trophy, the honor would be theirs. The Seniors felt their united efforts insufficient, consequently they entrusted the bequest to a Wake Forest graduate. Seniors leave me here a little, While I go to hide the crook; Trust me, I will safely place it In some dark secluded nook. Slowly comes an inspiration to thi9 Mighty mind of man; Comes an inspiration, truly, for He hides it where he can. O, the calm complacent Seniors! O, their confident repose! What a comfort to surrender, All their doubts to one who knows. Weakness to be wroth with weakness! Shall we praise or shall we blame? To have left so grave a matter To an untried shallow brain. Now the self-reliant Juniors Wear a gay triumphant look, When they overhear the query: Do you know who found the crook f Historian. m. % r H ? Class of ' 09 Motto: Lofty Aims and Earnest Endeavors. Class Flower: Daisy. Class Colors: Green and White. Officers Undine Futrell President. Martha Lawrence Vice-President. Lula Howard Secretary. Grace Rogers Treasurer. Lulie Dickson Historian. Helen Hilliard Poet. Class Boll Helen Hilliard. Lucy Hayes. Lulie Dickson. Martha Lawrence. Lula Howard. Irma Simpson. Louie Poteat. Grace Rogers. Undine Futrell. Hattie Sue Hale. onorarp ffltmhtvn Jennie Fleming. Sadie Lou Britt. opf)omore J isitorp i P OU never know how you are going to look when you sit to have a picture ■L made, nor what you are going to read when you sit to dwell on the Z% thrilling experience of twelve school girls, especially if they are Sopho- mores of B. U. W. Be patient, therefore, and without trepidation listen to the Sophororarum Historia, which is by interpretation History of the Sophomores. It began in September, 1905, and with our coming B. U. W. entered into a new era. There was a transition similar to the Revival of Learning which broke the bonds of a dark age. The whole school was made to rejoice and the Faculty to wonder. And this is what we brought : Student Rule and the Honor System. Before we came such a system was inexpedient and the Faculty Knew it, but when our footsteps were heard the Faculty drew a sigh of relief, and the list of rules hitherto stretching from top to bottom of each door mysteriously disappeared and honor was the cry of all. Even the Seniors must admit this. Great! glorious! liberty-giving! This the first year of the new era. Grand ! admirable ! eclipsing all that went before ! This the second year of the new era. What the third? Unimaginable! For we have resolved upon reformation as follows: First, as to the Senior Reception. In the years before the Sophomores have been bearers of wood and drawers of water; in the future we shall be maids of honor. It ' s going to happen thus : The Seniors desiring the benefit of our good Sophomoric taste, always call upon us to decorate for the reception given their brothers of W. F. C., and then quietly say Skidoo. Against this the present class rebels and resolves, No decoration without repre- sentation. Second, in unselfish devotion to our not-yet-but-soon Alma Mater, believ- ing that much of her praise comes by the personal beauty of her daughters, we issue a decree that Freshman abandon the top-knot. Seeing our wisdom and recognizing our authority, they adopted the Chinese cue, which added sensibly to their looks. . Thirdly, having successfully instituted self-protective reforms, and extended our hands in sisterly love, we felt competent to advise the Faculty. Of course you heard about those mosquitoes up here last fall and that ptomaine poison. Well, the Sophs, didn ' t like it. Hence we urged the Faculty to write to Alexander Dowie for his proposed plans of ridding his would-be new city of these melodious cousins. We have not yet heard the report. United we stand, but divided we do not fall. Each of our twelve has had her personal victories, and records a positive list of achievements. Undine, our President, with her characteristic dignity, has borne the burdens of a presiding officer with honor to herself and her class. Blood will tell, and you can see from the outside that Martha is an F. F. V. by the manner in which she has performed the arduous duties of Vice-President. The Secretary achieved fame, not yet known in History, — she brought the class to a final decision about the rings in five months ! The Treasurer has kept our accounts with an accuracy that was surprising, even to Professor Paschal. Helen Fair, Helen Chaste, has written a poem that puts Seniors to shame. The Editor-in-Chief of the Annual wished to resign in her favor, but she modestly thrust aside the crown. Hattie Sue hails each action of the class with objections, and would make our twelve a hung jury. Louie ' s papa ought to be proud of her for the way in which she turns her mathematical mind to reason out biological difficulties. Do you see the point ? What point ? The interrogation point on Miss Hayes ' of Gates face. Sadie Lou is our one pedestrian Latin student, and conquered Virgil and Livy without a pony. Irma has won the distinction of being the most domestic member of the class, and her good housekeeping will be remembered long after she has ceased to be an inmate of the Baptist University for Women. Each member was capable of accomplishing something alone except the two whose combined efforts succeeded in instituting for the first time what is known as The Fleming-Dickson Book-Case. We will not cite other instances of our achievements for they are too num- erous to mention, but tell those who are incredulous as to what the Class of 1909 will accomplish in the future; wait until the dawning of Commencement, when they will look back and say: Ah, blessed, blessed day that brought to u« die dozen whose names will go down to history as having accomplished many noble deeds that even the Faculty did not believe possible, saying among themselves: Here was strength without numbers. is opl)omore Claste $oem ' Midst Raleigh ' s high and soaring spires And stately ancient oaks, There peers our dear old college roof O ' er a class that never jokes. You have heard of wondrous stories, Of deeds both brave and fine — ■ The greatest tale is yet to come Of the Class of Nineteen-Nine. The earnest work of this wise class In league with alius aims, Inspire the minds of all fair maids, Who roam o ' er learning ' s plains, To all with lofty purpose like, We urge that right away They find a pia Undine kind, The rule o ' er them to sway. The dignac Lulie, Martha, Lulu, Have made our props and stays, While thinking e ' er is lentis Irma. Of quaercns Lucy Hayes. The first in Europe ' s history Is hideiis Hattie Sue; Thro ' classic myths a pony takes Our ridens Sadie Lou. In English ever at the front Advances parva Grace, While gravis Louie pegs in Math. And, dogged, holds her place. Abashed is somnens Helen much Asleep in Boomhour ' s lectures, While clara Jennie shocks him oft With many strange conjectures. Oh, well for Seniors proud and wise, Inspired they write their lay ! Oh, well for Juniors riding high On Pegasus each day! The Sophomore Class has ne ' er a Muse Whose aid they can implore; But still they hope, for who dare say What the Future holds in store. Class of no Color: Baby-blue. Flower: Forget-me-not. Motto: Every Little Bit Helps. ©itittti Mattie Savage President. Florine Pritchett Vice-President. Mamie Brinkley Secretary. Bessie Matthews Treasurer. Eva Pope Historian. Katherine Parker Poet. Roberta Bland Sergeant-at-Arms. Roberta Bland. Mamie Brinkley. Bessie Matthews. Eva Pope. Florine Pritchett. Katherine Parker. Mattie Savage. fltetorp of jf resfyman Class gl k NCE upon a time to the side of a Sea, leagues removed from the Salt Sea, jry there flew from various lands a covey of twittering birds. They had ■ heard of a delightful world beyond the waters which man called Fresh- man, and they were come hither if perchance they might find some means of crossing over. They had not long to wait, for soon a mighty bird came swooping down. He was going, he said, across the Sea, and since he went over every year Man called him Freshman Class. Take us with you, came the cry from eager tongues. Alright — jump on. Then there was such a scramble as the tiny things had never known before. Other big birds, usurpers of authority on that shore, came swooping around ; one of these fought the little birds with strong wings and cutting talons. Why they should be so persecuted the poor things never knew. Many of them could not withstand the dread blows ; they fell down in the sand ; some of them began to think that they should die before they ever crossed the sea, others had more hope. Another big bird stood around on one foot and held itself aloof from every one. They asked its name, but it strutted away and not even so much as an- swered, — a haughty bird, — for it is said to be but an elder brother to Freshman Class, Sophomore by name. After a time there settled down on the broad back of the charitable bird seven little twitterers. There was ample space, and each held a place of ease and prominence. On they sped over the blue deep, full of mirthful antici- pations. Now when they were little more than half way over, there met them a brother of Freshman Class. He came, he said, from an island nearby; he lived there in a Forest where none sleep. He brought an invitation for the crew to stop with him for a short season. When the fluffy passengers fully understood the message they were all a-flutter with excitement and chirped much about the matter, until their same usurping enemy brought forth the announcement of a dread plague in the Forest and decreed that not one of the chirpers thus far protected from the disease should be suffered to expose itself at this stage of the journey. Into the Sea there fell water-drops: some say from a passing cloud, others contend that the drops were briny like tears. The twitterers chirp not on the subject. The downy seven nestled warm amid the feathers of the benevolent bird and dreamed wonderful dreams of the bliss to be. On they sped far above dread monsters of the deep and the fiery breath of sea-dragons molested them not. Sometimes it seemed a weary voyage and long, but one bright day there was a great commotion on the unique passenger ship — far in the distance land was seen. Again there was much scrambling and warbling, and they embarked on the shore where the usurping enemy had no reign. Everything was beautiful on that island to which they had come. With much ado they bade their bene- factor an everlasting farewell, for never again would they cross over to the shore whence they came. This land to which they had come was full of all delights. On the leafy bowers they settled down and poured out their thankful souls in sweetest melody of gladness. ft sy .if ' , f Jf restfjman Clas $oem I met a little college girl — Her age, she did not say; Her hair was not in many a curl, But in the K. K. pigtail way. Students and classmates, little maid, How many may you be ? How many ? Seven in all, she said, And wondering looked at me. And where are they, I pray you tell ? Of Freshmen, seven are we, Others among the ' Whatnots ' dwell, And some are all at sea. Others aspired to join the Sophs., But fell beside the way, And some at Mr. Boomhour ' s door Still wait in vain delay. You say that some ' mong the ' Whatnots ' dwell, And some fell along the way: Yet you are seven ! How, sweet maid ? Tell me this, I pray. Then did the little maiden say, Seven Freshmen girls are we. And as I slowly went my way, She wondering looked at me. Mentor Class in Jllusitc Colors: Green, White and Gold. Flower : Daisy. Class ftoll President: . . . Eula Suttle Wright (Diploma) Asheville, N. C. Vice-President: Edith Brown Swicegood (Certificate) Mocksville, N. C. Secretary : . . . Mary Finetta Rodwell (Certificate) Warrenton, N. C. Sallie Davis Parham (Certificate) Raleigh, N. C. Vivian Brown Howard (Certificate) Salemburg, N. C. CERTIFICATE GRADUATES IX MUSIC. JUNIOR CLASS IN MUSIC. fumor Class tn ilustc Colors : Old Gold and Violet. Flower : Violet. Officers Annie Denmark President. May Kemp Vice-President. Ada Shearin Secretary-Treasurer. iWembersi Annie Denmark. May Kemp. Ada Shearin. Margaret Faucette. Edith Hall. Katibet Morris. Ruby Penny. Marcella Willis. Agnes Watson. Phyllis Woodall. ttye Untoersrttp ©uartette at In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart. Mary Finetta Rodwell First Soprano. Lalia Ellington Hanks Second Soprano. Louie Poteat First Alto. May Lincoln Second Alto. Mrs. Henri Appy, Instructor. p. m. m mn ciub Under the direction of : Accompanists : Mrs. Henri Appy, Miss Blinn. Miss Jennie E. Blinn. Mrs. Worth Hanks. iWembcrs May Black. Musa Ellison. Katibet Morris. Mordecai Bledsoe. Lynne Hall. Frances Peak. Pauline Bridger. Minnie Haynes. Ruby Penny. Ada Bright. Eula Haynes. Louie Poteat. Josephine Brown. Mabel Kelly. Jennie Procter. Sarah Burkhead. Annie Knight. Mabel Ramseur. Ona Cheek. Maud Lee. Myrtle Teague. Marguerite Coffman. May Lincoln. Edna Walters. Bertie Cook. Ona Long. Lucile Withers Jeannette Daniels. Mattie Moore. Gladys White. Concert Wp the W. H m mtt Club University Chapel, Monday Evening, April 8, 8:30 o ' clock. program Part I. Hark ! From the Woods a Sound Abt. GLEE club. To Thee, O Country Eichberg. GLEE CLUB. Go, Pretty Rose Marsials. miss knight, miss haynes. Dreaming MISS WITHERS AND CHORUS. The Snow Elgar. GLEE club. Burst, Ye Apple Buds Emery. MISS ELLISON. Boat Song Abt. GLEE CLUB. Part II. CANTATA: A DAUGHTER OF THE SEA, BY FREDERIC COWEN. CHORUS. SOLOISTS. The Sea Maiden Mrs. Henri Appy. The Sea Witch Miss May Lincoln. Miss Louie Poteat. The Sisters -} Miss Sarah Burkhead. Miss Nettie Rodwell. $u me Clasft ' 07 Motto: Virtute et Lahore. Colors: Black and Gold. Flower: Chrysanthemum. Officers: Mattie Culpepper President. Annie Duckett Vice-President. Rachel Goodno Secretary. Cora Paine Treasurer. fflttribtta Mattie Culpepper. Eliza Isler. Hattie Davie. Jeanne Macintosh. Mattie Davis. Mildred McLean. Mary Dorsett. Dora Lampley. Annie Duckett. Cora Paine. Eula Haynes. Blanche Reece. Bessie Howard. Gertrude Russell. Mary Hundley. Myrtle Teague. jEla Douglas, art editor. Stye Craftman Jfflobement Have nothing in your house which you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful. — IVm. Morris. Sallie Jackson Designer. Florence Hall Socialist. Mary Belle Anthony Photo. Secessionist. Essie Morgan Flower Motif. Lois Covington Keramicist. Clara Lawrence Interior Decorator. Miss Ford Philosopher. Ella Brady, Mattie Moore, a EllzaIsler, Apprentices. Minnie Burton, J Hftf!- ms SMgb rt Climbing, climbing, ever climbing! Was our watchword day by day; Now at last we ' ve reached the summit, Now at last we have full sway. O ' er the realms of Highest Art we Wave our wand, a sable brush, V |?ii High above the common rabble, Far above the din and rush. |[M 1 jj : Now we sit among the masters, Calm, at ease, and feeling swell. Do you paint like Whistler, ask you? Like Rembrandt, or Raphael ? No, we are not imitators, Only paint just what we see: But before you sits a wonder, Our Impressionist to be. Atmosphere is all with some folks — I myself take quality; L. takes apples standing out — Likes to please the taste, you see. Freedom of opinion ever, That ' s the way the Masters do — Paint things right, you create beauty, Though you paint a leather shoe. Feeling you can put into it, You can give to it a sole. Pile up atmosphere and color, That will give the rounded whole. Oh ! too well do I remember When we sat on weency stools. See us now, up ten rounds higher- No attention paid to rules. Proud Diana mocks our efforts, Psyche does not seem to scorn When we strive to get her beauty, Gentle as the early morn. Though attempts defied by Venus, Fail to reproduce her grace, We will not be daunted by her, We are bound to run the race. When we get our elevator, No more B. U. steps we ' ll climb, But ascending daily higher, We will reach the Art Sublime. Ethel Parrott. g. Wl, C. 9. Motto: Not by might nor by power, but by thy spirit, saith the Lord of Hosts. Officers: Ethel Carroll President. Margaret Bright Vice-President. Mattie Jenkins Secretary. Bessie Parker Treasurer. Cfjairmen of Committees Margaret Bright Membership. Pearl Johnson Devotional. Dora Cox Bible Study. May Baldwin Missionary. Bessie Parker Finance. Lucile Withers Social. Annie Denmark Music. Sallie Jackson Intercollegiate. Hattie Sue Hale Room. flftMk GO YE I MTO ALLTHE WOR VUIG7L goung Woman ' s Christian s octattcm, 1906=07 3lf S the life of an individual leads through valleys and over mountains, so has v£i it been with our Young Woman ' s Christian Association since its organi- fc zation in the Fall of 1901 ; but, whether mountains or valleys, there is always the rise to a higher plain. The influence of the past is upon us yet, memories of the consecrated that have gone from us linger as an inspiration. Each time the Association looks to Japan and to the home fields where her daughters are working, there is the thrill of true gratitude which means an impulse to something greater. This is the largest organization in the college. Such has been the growth that we are now looking forward to the time when we shall have a Secretary who will devote all of her time to the work. Keenly do we feel the need of an Associational Home. This term we have secured and fitted up a small room where cabinet, Bible and Mission Study Bands and prayer circles may find a resting place. The work of the past year can not be summed up in a paragraph. The membership of two hundred and twenty-five and the Bible Study enrollment of one hundred and ten do not tell the story ; it is not to be reckoned in figures. Members of the Faculty have, by personal counsel, by conducting Bible and Mission classes, and by leading devotional services, made known their genuine interest in the spiritual life of the college. The Trustees, too, gave untold encouragement by their donation, which enabled us to send five delegates to the Southern Woman ' s Conference at Asheville. The results of those ten days on the heights, we still feel, but can never estimate. From the State Convention in December the Association received new inspira- tion through the six girls who represented us there. But, always, the great stronghold in a Christian organization is prayer ; nowhere else is there safety. Half instinctively, it seems, members of the college are drawn to the twilight services each evening to spend a devotional half-hour in prayer and praise. Nor is devotion all. We realize that one of the chief duties of the Young Woman ' s Christian Association is to train leaders for work in the churches, for active service in the Kingdom. With this end in view, two Personal Workers ' Classes meet weekly; what field affords more opportunity for the practical application of truth gained than the college field? The organization is only the means to one end. The purpose of its existence in our college is that student generations, as they come and go, may learn in very truth the gospel of service, and catch the inner meaning of the words : I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. Those most intimately connected with the work are praying ever that women of our land may hear the Lord of the Harvest as He calls them personally to scatter the seed, thrust in the sickle, and thus enter into that boundless joy prepared for the sowers and the reapers. E. M. C. Jlalloto ' een $artp NE of the most delightful functions during this college year, and in which both Faculty and students heartily participated, was a Hallow ' een party, given under the auspices of the Young Woman ' s Christian Association. At dinner the following announcement was read : All the ghosts and witches from their various retreats will meet at their usual place, for the discussion of important questions, to-night from nine-thirty to eleven o ' clock. There were just two hours for study, and but little was accomplished in that time, for witches were tripping up and down the halls, seeking to frighten some poor newish out of her wits. At nine-thirty the ghosts ceased to linger about the halls, and all met to- gether in the Chapel, which was lighted by Jack-o ' -lanterns, placed here and there, shedding a melancholy light over the scene. Fortune-telling was the chief feature of interest, and many anxious to know what the future held for them, dipped their fingers in red and white water, cut for the ring, rooted in flour for the rine, jumped candles, bobbed for apples, or had their palms read. Everyone was interested in learning the various things revealed to them about their future lives, when one of the witches separated from the crowd and glided to the stage, a stillness pervaded the entire audience. She began reading Poe ' s Tell-Tale Heart, and everyone trembling in her seat, afraid to stir even, listened with eagerness from beginning to end, while their eyes were of an unusual size, their mouths open and every nerve at a tension. So they sat until she had finished and disappeared from the stage. Then the masks were removed and the lights turned on, and all enjoyed the refreshments and had a jolly good time until eleven o ' clock. i£ tubents( £toctatton Meredith Kafeigfa, N. C rtubent ' s gtesoctattcm Addie Smith President. Margaret Bright Vice-President. Lossie Stone Secretary. €xe cutibc Committee Addie Smith. Lossie Stone. Margaret Bright. Dora Cox. Cleo Scarboro. Bessie Parker. Carlyle $fnlorettan Hiterarp octetp Motto: Plain Living and High Thinking. Colors: Violet and White. Flower: Violet. ®ttittxi Pearle Johnson President. Lizzina Moore Vice-President. Mattie Jenkins Secretary. Dora Cox Treasurer. gtetrotefcton is octetp Motto : He builds too low who builds beneath the stars. Colors : Gold and White. Flower : Narcissus. Margaret Irene Bright President. Mary Stephens Carrick Vice-President. Annie Elizabeth Josey Secretary. Mamie Elizabeth Meeks Treasurer. Jennie Yancey Fleming Cor. Secretary. $. U. Hi. $rot eri)S Let not your answer be yes ' m and no ' m, ' Cause folks ain ' t here like they are at home. Cast your anchor deep and the ship will stick fast ; raise your ideal high and you ' ll get there at last. Be enthusiastic ; for if you have enthusiasm you can do anything — even have the gout. Would you know the infinite? Then strive to reach infinity. Take a stoical attitude toward things, and you will never get tickled to death. Drink moonlight by night and sunshine by day, for this fashion of cold drinks never did pay. Hang your golden apple high Upon the tree of time, Thought whispers, N. B., pass you by, Don ' t wed a fellow for the dime. Guard your eyes with untiring lashes, lest some stray tear fall in stony ground. Fancy may be as true as fact, but man is so built that he can ' t take in the situation. Sleep late, sweet maid, and let who will rise early, Thy lesson to learn ; Don ' t dream over them all day ; And so make class grade and that home reporter, One grand old A. All that you do, do with your might, even if you take part in first-day- of-April occupation. A T M L T ATHLETIC OFKKKRS. gtfjlettc gtesioctatton Jennie Flemming President. Lulie Dickson Vice-President. Lynne Hall Secretary. May Kemp Treasurer. gett Walla, who, wah, who, Walla, who, wah, who, Who, wah, who, B. U. W. pasfeet pall eam Jennie Flemming Center. Melissa Phillips L. Center. Edith Hall R. Center. Ona Long Forward. Hattie Sue Hale Forward. Pauline Bridger Guard. Lucile Withers Guard. Gigger, gigger, Pull the trigger, Knocked the ball, I swigger. Roll, bowl, hole! There it goes in the goal ! •lias ftemtts; Club Annie Sanders. May Kemp. Helen Hilliard. Eloise Griefin. Florine Pritchett. Annie Josey. Undine Futrell. Leila Young. Jean Moore. Janie Bivens. Ida Dawson. Johnnie Dawson. Amorette Jenkins. Ada Shearin. Eleanor Chappell. Annie Knight. Rebecca Knight. Miss Mary K. Mamie Brinkley. Bessie Mathews. Minnie Burton. Dora Lampley. Eliza Isler. Oma Cheek. Vallie Womble. Lizzinia Moore. Louie Poteat. Dora Cox. Ella Brady. Edith Hall. Ruby Penny. Pearle Johnson. Lynne Hall. Sallie Baker. Applewhite. 9 Epical P. Wl. WBL Hetter Written to a JS. WL. Wl. trl, tofiilr on a Visit to Make jfarest 5. U. W., Sunday Night. Mt Dearest Anna: I humbly take my pen in hand To let you know I want a man. I have looked both far and wide, But all the men from me do hide. Please don ' t say ' tis all in vain, For then I ' ll surely go insane. Do not east my hopes away, For I could not live another day. Of all the boys at W. F. C, Can ' t you find a man for me? Here on two little chips I stand, Some one please send me a man. Kid, are you having a swell time? Jt Jt Ji ill HI Wi. Pergonals Miss Anna Kitchin of B. U. W. is visiting relatives in W. F. We feel grateful that Easter is nearly here, for then the teachers will get new hats. The usual interest was shown by the girls on opening their paper bags at dinner. Miss Jennie Fleming is going to Louisburg to spend Easter with her sister. Miss Lynne Hall sang a solo in the Phi. Society last evening. It was enjoyed by all. Miss Carrie Elmore was delightfully entertained Saturday evening by Mr. Whitfield Stallings, who was preceded by three dozen carnations. Mr. Jim Thomas is still encircling B. U. W. in a variety of machines. Latest drag — Miss Lucile Withers had an untimely fall last Friday morning while riding horseback on a mule. Latest thing on everybody ' s tongue — chewing gum. Miss J. Daniel spent the day with her aunt, Sunday. Dr. Paschal will lecture in the Chapel Monday evening. No young lady is expected to hide under beds or in closets to keep from being urged to go. Miss Myra Vann is still taking lessons from Sunny Jim, and she is only sweet eighteen. Just out — Nellie Walters ' oranges. Sunday night, and not a one to eat. One on you — An Easter bonnet. Not yet, but soon. Miss Fay Morgan is still jumping, having received several jumper suits for E aster. Latest agony — A. and M. serenades. Yours until Niagara Falls. In and about the city : Dr. Tyree preached at the First Church this morning. Many ladies wore their new Easter bonnets to-day. Annie, is this foolish enough for you? Really we do miss you so very much. Give my best to Jim, Hubert, Paul, Bruce, Kyle, Lewis, Harvey, Ralph, Leslie, and to all my friends. My old lady has gone to bed, so I guess I must go, too. Hurry and come on back home. With oceans of love riffling with — you know what, Lovingly, Lynne. 68 Cfje tber of Bun In the days that are gone — in the olden days, In this land of the Southern clime, When the rivers ran free with no foe to their ways, When the rose heard the notes of the humming bird ' s lays, And the cow-bell ' s distant chime; When the dark lent an ear to the cricket ' s song, And the murmur of the whispering trees, When the light saw the strength of the reaper-throng — Heard the hum of the sickle the whole day long, And the murmur of thieving bees — Through a cypress wood in this gladsome land, Where the people are wooed by the sun, Where old Nature feeds with a bounteous hand, Where the far-off waves play a symphony grand — Flowed a river — the River of Dun. Many songs sang the stream to its lovers and friends, Of the children that dwelt at its sides: And its spirit was glad with a joy that ends In the heart of all life, in the peace that blends With the fleeting the soul that abides. And the old men listened — a youthful rest Was breathed with the wonderful strains ; For the maiden ' s sigh and the plow-boy ' s quest There were legends of love; but the stream told best The tale of the ruddy grains. O, come along, boys, and shuck my corn, Came the snatch of the fiddler ' s song — We ' ll shuck and sing till de comin ' o ' de morn — Did they hear the sound of that hunter ' s horn With its echo loud and long? In the pickaninny ' s laugh and the old folks ' tales And the love-talk of Jane and Joe, Was a breezy freshness that blows the sails And carries the ship with gleeful gales To the land where the glad hearts go. 59 And the big house was gay with the music and dance, With the notes of a Southern joy; But the sweetest smile and the fondest glance Were for Ruth that night — and the game of chance Was for John or for Rolf Ethloy. To the maiden ' s ear came a whispered note — She had heard it oft when she dreamed That she saw a vision of fingers that wrote High above other names on a banner afloat Her name in a writing that gleamed — And the note was a breath of ambition ' s fame — Nay, a shout to make itself known, And wedded to it was Ethloy ' s name, While over against it there ever came Just John — and his love alone. To the barn ! came the call of a lusty voice — Who first finds the blood-red grains, As the legend runs, may as well rejoice: First to wed is hers ; fate offers no choice Nor takes any pay for her pains. The fiddler played a revival hymn, As the fair hands shucked out the corn ; The full moon vied with the candles dim, And the shade outside seemed weird and grim — Again came the blast of the horn — But the sound was lost in a shout of joy, For Ruth held the ruddy ear: A tremor of chill shook the Southern boy, With head erect stood the proud Ethloy, As the air bore the burdened cheer. ' Twas a silence fell — and the darkies gave To the door their questioning eyes; And the white folk sat as a ghost at a grave, For there in the light stood the Shivering Brave Who uttered the dismal sighs. He was tall and thin and an Indian born, On his face were the marks of strife, Thro ' vale, o ' er hill from dusk till morn He blew on his ancient hunting horn The tale of a mystic life Which none ever knew : — and the young folk chilled When he breathed out the weird, weird sigh, And the aged shook that were once strong-willed, While the babe in the cradle could not be stilled, When the Shivering Brave passed by. Ye people are strange — ye know not the past, Nor the omen of blood-red ear That makes my life ebb away as fast As the breath that sounds forth the trumpet blast — Ye know not — ye people cheer! It is two score years — as the white folks say- Since Bell found the ruddy grains; It was that dark night laughing Bell went away, And I saw her no more ; for many a day— The river was deep from the rains. I had offered my hand to row her canoe — I was young and my bow untried : So she sought out a brave with an arrow true, With scalps at his belt — and I never knew Her again. — And I have not died, But have lived on and on. Now I am old And my brothers laugh me to scorn, For they love to tell of their treasured gold, The game they have trapped and their battles bold — I love but my hunting horn. — The old brave ceased — not a pickaninny stirred — As he leaned on the door with a shiver. For scalps ! he murmured — a parting word — Far away in the woods was a whippoorwill heard, And a cloud-veiled moon saw the river. Then the barn door latched ; there was laughter and jest, But it all had a hollow ring, For the tale had stolen the hearty zest Of the care-free thoughts that youth loves best, And the songs that the darkies sing. In her room by the window till coming morn, With many a chill and shiver, Ruth sat with her hand on the ear of corn. At dawn — ' twas the blast of a hunting horn In the cypress trees by the river. For scalps ! was the echo loud that came From the tell-tale far-off dell ; For scalps or for gold — is it not the same? For the fame of the warrior — fame, fame, fame! — Let me learn of the laughing Bell. And the children of earth, from the hills to the wave, When they heard of the Indian born, Felt a tremulous chill — the chill of the grave — But Ruth and John loved the Shivering Brave And the ancient hunting horn. In the after while, there were joyful strains In the cottage, of freedom and fun ; And John forgot all his former pains As he dwelt in the House of the Ruddy Grains By the beautiful River of Dun. These were the words of the simple tale That the stream oft told long ago ; And it whispers it still in the Southern vale, But few hear the music, and hearing hail With a joy the rythmic flow. For their ears are filled with the jingle of gold And the whistle ' s scream at the mill, — Their senses are numb with the Northern cold, Forgotten the tale of the Indian old As sung by the mystic rill. And the river is sad and its spirit torn For the children along its way, Who hear not and heed not the music borne From a heart of love to the hearts out-worn, By the heat of the long work day. But low to itself and the cypress trees, And low to the setting sun, It whispers a cheer: it may be that these Who have wrought to-day will to-morrow find ease, And will list to the River of Dun. i. NCE upon a time in a far-away land dwelt a Bishop and a tall Smith. For many years the Bishop lived apart from the rest of the world and led a somewhat lonely life; when, at length, the execution of some unknown decree brought the tall Smith — whom some prefer to style High — to the desolate fireside. Numberless evenings spent the two in laughter and gaity over the tea-cups. Now it chanced that the tall Smith was also something of a preacher, his chief text being Find your life by losing it. From time to time he expounded the doctrine to the Bishop with great vehemence, but the convert was to be won with no great ease. But after months of exposition on the subject, the Bishop was led to see the great beauty of the doctrine; and, the interested person being endowed with keen appreciation of the practical, there was action accordingly. So it came to pass that there was no more a Bishop ; and the tall Smith wrought on at his anvil, a sadder and a wiser man. Moral : — Let there be a mutual bewaring between all bishops and tall smiths. II. In a certain barn of wide-spread fame there dwelt ten little kittens who lived to fight against the mice of that land and to feast on the spoils thereof. Now abiding in the same barn were their elder sisters, just verging into cathood, to whom had been given long Robes of Dignity; but being averse to such starchy stiffness, and finding it impossible to war against the mice with skill in such habiliments, they suffered the garments to hang unused in their boudoirs. One day while playing hide-and-seek in the elder sisters ' apartments, the nice pussies came upon these magnificent costumes and their eyes dilated at the splendor until the brilliant yellow iris was no longer visible. Then there was such purring and mewing that it was heard afar off ; all the spiders ran into their houses to hide their heads under silken coverlets, and the most ancient mice whispered each to each : It is the final attack, let us face it bravely. So the chiefs gave quick command for all the soldier-mice to lock the infirm and children in their strongholds and come forth for the struggle. As the ten beheld the enemy advancing, they laughed and shouted for joy. When they see our long Robes of Dignity they will be frightened to death and we shall have great spoil, said they. Then shall we win the admiration of our mother and elder sisters, and our names shall be written as The Conquerors. The opposing forces met in battle array and closed in mortal combat. With lightning speed were the boasters cut down in their glory. Some attempted to dodge the skillful darts of the enemy, but their robes would not suffer them to move rapidly and they were thrust through — the armor was too heavy for those who fain would flee. One poor little kitten hid behind a gigantic ear of corn and thus escaped to tell the story. When the elder sisters heard the tale they swore eternal vengeance on the enemy, and that self-same day did they besiege the walls of the City of Mice and cut to pieces the inhabitants and razed the foundations thereof to the ground, so that there was not left one stone upon the other. Then took they up the slain and buried them, even as they were, and made loud lamentations with great wailings for those fallen in battle. Moreover, they erected a monument over the ashes of the dead with this inscription : Go publish abroad that we lie here as a perpetual warning to all Juniors of every age who shall be tempted to array themselves in the Robes of Senior Dignity. Hearb on tfje Sails Had you rather be on the inside looking out, or on the outside looking in? Speaking of married life, give me liberty or give me death. Honestly, do you think there is as much thread on a spool as there used to be ? You see, it was just this way. I can ' t understand that trait in your character. You had just as well go and get married now. E-PP-oo-PP-e-PP-oo-PP. It worries me when things go wrong. It was the boy ' s eighth birthday. Not so you could notice it from the outside. I been so lonesome since you been gone, seem like everything done gone wrong. You never can tell how you ' re going to look when you sit to have your picture made. Stung ! ! ! Again ! Nobody loves me — I am going in the garden and eat worms. Skidoo! Skidee! g ome dlirte anb tfjetr jf aborite is ajungs; Carrie Elmore — Hush ! I thought I heard Lucile call me. Jeannette Daniel — Oh, I forgot it! Louie Poteat — Children, be quiet. Myra Vann — Oh, I ' m so homesick ! Anna Kitchin — I wish I was in Wake Forest. Nell Walters — Lulie, behave yourself ! ! Jennie Fleming — For the land sakes, Si ! Grace Rogers — I can tell just as good when I ' m hungry. Swannanoa Horne — Oh, I had such a good time taking my music lesson! Fay Morgan — Oh, Lor ' , I ' m nearly dead ! Martha Lawrence — Don ' t fool yourself. Lynn Hall — Mayhap, the point is this, Ar-tim-ee-ar-tar ! Sallie Baker — I ' m just perishing! Give me something to eat! Undine Futrell — You all are so silly. Helen Hilliard — Oh, I just had a Jim-Raphy time! Maye Kemp — Do you honestly think there is as much thread on a spool as there used to be ? Mabel Kelly — O, Lor ' , I ' m so-o nervous ! Lucile Withers — Caesar ' s ghost! I ' ve got enough to do to kill a mule. Sadie Lou Britt — Oh, pshaw ! Katibet Morris — Now, you hush. Lulie Dickson — Think its time to serve refreshments ! Melissa Phillips — Swannanoa, are you going to use your alarm clock in the morning? Mary Timberlake — Have any of you seen Mattie Savage? Mattie Savage — Mary, do you love me? £§ oros;ts; Colors: Violet and Gold. Officers! Miss Phelps Supervisor. Lizzina Moore Chairman. Essie Morgan Vice-Chairman. Dora E. Cox Secretary. Jflembersf May Baldwin. Hattie Sue Hale. -Pattie Marks. Stephens Carrick. Mattie Jenkins. Lettie Parker. Ethel Carroll. Pearl Johnson. Nannie Pigg. Dora E. Cox. Foy Johnson. Hassie Ponder. Madge Gregory. Lizzinia Moore. Bessie Tylson. Lula Howard. For a long time the Executive Committees of the two Literary Societies had felt the need of some organization to raise the standard of work done in these societies. In the Fall of 1905, under the supervision of the Head of the Elocution Department, such an organization came into existence, and is known as the Sorosis of the Baptist University for Women — an organization whose object is to promote original research, open parliament meetings, and platform work in general. Only girls eligible to some college class and members of either the Philore- tian or Astrotekton Literary Societies are qualified to become members — the membership never exceeding thirty. One of the established customs of the Sorosis is an annual debate between representatives of the two Literary Societies. So far, these debates have been spirited and full of interest. Now, even though the history of the Sorosis is short, it is filled with living events — social events as well as those which have their literary and educational value. Thus rightly may it be prophesied that the Sorosis of the Baptist Uni- versity for Women will, in no distant day, be one of the most prominent as well as profitable organizations within the college walls. ©ramattc Club Motto : Naturalness — To mine own self be true. Colors: Seafoam 1 Green and Garnet. Play presented in 1906 As You Like It. Play presented in 1907 Twelfth Night. ®ttittt$ Grace Daphne Rogers President. Sallie Baker Secretary-Treasurer. illembers Elizabeth Lovill. Janie Bivens. Edna Prevatte. Mary Pearson. Dovie Prevatte. Malita Parkins. Lucile Deveraux Withers. Annie Laura Thomson. Viola Anderson. Anna Kelly. Annie Thompson. Francis Renfrow. Sallie Oldham. I ' m 1:1 Act II. Scene I. t -f .: ' ,. ' r He Jf ramatge Stephens Carrick. Hattie Sue Hale. Dora Cox. Rebecca Knight. Mademoiselle Abbot. Mademoiselle Young. Motto: II faut parler francais pour manger. %ti illots; Caracteriatiquesi: M ' lle Carrick — Je crois que oui. M ' lle Cox — Apres vous. M ' lle Hale — Vous me fachez. M ' lle Knight — Donnez-moi de l ' eau. M ' lle Abbot — J ' ai oublie: il y une annonce. M ' lle Young — Je deteste cela. Le sujet principal de la conversation: La com- plexity de la nourriture. Pendant que les autres mangent, M ' lle Cox ecrit des poems, par exemple — La Seule Etoile. Je t ' aime, petite lumiere, Pourquoi es-tu solitaire? Gentillement dites-moi d ' ou vient Le secret de ta filature Sans le bruit ou le murmure Dans le ciel quit te tient. Virginia Creeper Colors: Green and White. Flower: Virginia Creeper. Favorite Pastime: Having Call Meetings. Favorite Song : Mid the Green Fields of Virginia. There is nowhere a land so fair As in Virginia ; So full of sorrow, so free of care, As in Virginia; And I believe that Happy Land The Lord prepared for mortal man Is built exactly on the plan Of Old Virginia. ©itittti Martha Lawrence President. Marguerite Goffman Vice-President. Mattie Savage Secretary. Katharine Staples Treasurer. M. Lawrence. M. Coffman. M. Savage. M. Peake. M. Willis. M. Hathaway. K. Staples. Wb 0lh llt a=Prabg Jf rom SaHtltmngtott — Pp tfjc is ea Flower : Rhodophlyceae. Colors: Sea Foam and Ocean Blue. Consolation : There are as good fish in the sea as have ever been caught, Call (Tune— Sailing ) : Old Ki-Ha-Brad, We are all for fun ; We are the six From Wilmington. WHlminQtommi Edith Brady. Ella Brady. Hattie Sue Hale. Lucile Kingsbury. Sallie Oldham. In Facultate: Miss Burt. £tong In the city by the sea, We were happy as could be, Like a bird our hearts were ever light and gay ; But the moon don ' t shine so bright, For we ' re not at home to-night, Where we ' ll soon be In the city by the sea. A QTJje ©aufcer Ethel Parrott Whistler. Lila Keith Raphael. Ella Brady Rembrandt. Fay Morgan Michael Angelo. Lynne Hall Leonardo da Vinchi. Motto : Every little daub helps. Studies in Orange: Our Favorite Arrangement. Cobalt Blue and Chrome Yellow : Favorite Pallette. By-Word : Artimeeartar ! z © - ? ' g ktboo!! Query: Had you rather be on the outside looking in, or on the inside looking out? Password : 23. Lucy Purefoy. Jennie Fleming. Fay Morgan. Grace Rogers. Swannanoa Horne. Lucile Withers. Katiebet Morris. itlembcrsi Jeannette Daniels. Louie Poteat. Mary Timberlake. May Kemp. Edith Hall. Lulie Dickson. Nellie Walters. Lynne Hall. Ella Brady. Jennie Proctor. Sadie Lou Britt. Anna Kitchen. Myra Vann. Martha Lawrence. Lizzinia Moore. Lancaster. Motto : Hearts Raked at All Hours. Flower : Bleeding Heart. Song : Hearts and Flowers. Color : Scarlet. Sometimes without a friend, Sometimes without a foe, But an M. M. M. ' s Never without a beau. Mattie Culpepper Otherwise known as Pat. Eula Haynes Otherwise known as Peggy. Stella Lewis Otherwise known as Shorty. Ona Long Otherwise known as Jack. Lulie Marshall Otherwise known as Kid. Mildred McLean Otherwise known as Peachy. Mattie Moore Otherwise known as Mat. Edith Swicegood Otherwise known as Eat ' em up. The Modern Maud Mullers,. H pocmersi Object: For Recreation. Song: How ' d you like to spoon with me? Favorite Pastime: Holding Hands; Motto: There ' s a game where two is company; _« Any more than that ' s a crowd. Flower Forget-me-not. pooners TlMBERLAKE i Dickson -j ► Chief Spooners. V Charter Members. Savage 1 Hilliard j Baker 1 Walters ) y Would-be Members. V Consolation Members. Lanneau 1 Kitchen ) Flemming 1 Josey j ) V Buttinsky. Not yet but soon. ? 1 Futreix ) Vann i Members on Trial. Lawrence J Wi)t Wt SMe Song : Tale of the Bumble Bee. Colors : Brown and Gold. Motto : Esse Quam Videri. B. B. Bickety Bee High, High, Hickety Hive, ! Bickety Bee, Hickety Hive, Bee Hive, Bee Hive. WLorktvi May Kemp Queen Bee. Gladys White Drone. Hattie Sue Hale. Kate Alderman. Ada Shearin. Pauline Bridger. ' ' Ruby Penny. Mamie Brinkley. Sallie Oldham. Mattie Culpepper. Agnes Watson. 1  tjfl a i Rl i ttL i 1 fc ' .rwiFf 1 S SSl ft SH ST j 1 7I§ pi Ihp i i — Favorite Songs: Dat ' s de way to spell chicken. Every little bit helps. Trophies: Paper bags. Sunday-night Dainty : Imagination. Flower: Corn (flower). Password: Gimme. Time: Any time. Place : Anywhere. g ix £ ' £ Speed Osborne Slow Cook. Sport Woodall Sure Eater. Chatterboy Brady Saucy Waitress. Little I Brady Solemn Bottle-washer. Hinkey Dee Hall Sinful Time-keeper. Ting-a-Ling Bell Sublime Onlooker. Our name is Jimmie ! Take all you gim ' me ! Cfje Cfjatn ang Jf ore toorb Have Faithfulness and Sincerity as First Principles. Hinfea Eula Wright — Wrought of jewels rare — Music is the essence of order, and leads to all that is good, just and beautiful. Louie Poteat — Tempered with kindness — Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength. Jeannette Daniel — Of jew els inlaid — I like not only to be loved, but to be told I ' m loved. Anna Kitchin — Of hammered brass — Blessed are they who have the gift of making friends. Lucy Purefoy — The strength of the steel is in the making — Better to wear out than rust out. Swannanoa Horne — Of chased gold — When we are lifted to heaven it is by links of love. Grace Rogers — Of finest workmanship — Talk happiness : the world is sad enough without your woes. Fay Morgan — Moulded of iron — Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulness. Sadie Lou Britt — Of sterling silver — Always laugh when you can — it is cheap medicine. Myra Vann — A link of love — I think it is no disgrace to occupy my place. lifter toorb Then cherish friendship in your breast — New is good, but old is best. Jf ollotoerg of feunnp Jtm Special to ®ak ileabeg Annex, Feb. 4th, 7:45 a. m. — The followers of Sunny Jim are routing all other forces, and are organizing for government. Sunny Jim is their proclaimed candidate. Into the heart of the campaign A. J. Thompson and A. Watson have entered as stump speakers. L. B. Stone and C. Jillcott have avowed their intention of keeping the poles. The platform of this party, published in full in The Smile, edited by G. Council, contains the following important planks upheld by U. Futrell, A. L. Council and M. Bright: ( 1 ) All spoons shall be abolished save the teaspoons. (2) All special lovers of Sunny Jim shall be endowed with a double portion from his storehouse. (3) There shall be no bill passed to divorce Sunny Jim and his sweet wife, Cream. The Smile is illustrated with numerous cartoons by the noted E. H. Pope. The funds for the campaign have been intrusted to the financier, A. Gardner. In close touch with Sunny Jim, supplying information as to the trend of the times are A. J. Bright and M. F. Brinkley. Opposing parties are filled with anxiety and excitement, but the followers of Sunny Jim are ringing loud their song, The Smile that Won ' t Wear Off. j Motto : Lest we forget — lest we forget — those field reports. Color: Black. Song: Sympathy. We have watched and we have waited, Now the time has come at last — We have all been reinstated, And our mourning days are past. November ioth : — The day was a sad one. Sadie Lou Britt. Mary Timberlake. Katiebet Morris. Louise Lanneau. Wbt g ong of tfje $me£ How long ago was the song- made ? I asked the East Wind as I sat in the valley listening in wonder at the strange love notes. The East Wind sighed and calling a memory of long ago, he whispered in my heart the story. Long ago, long ago, little child, he murmured, before you can think of and before I knew the pine trees well, they sang to the children of the world who played beneath them. Softly and simply they sang then, a gentle lullaby, and the children would pipe on their reeds merrily in answer. And the world went laughing on. But one night, little child, as I was passing softly o ' er the tree tops, I paused a moment, for the pine trees sang a new song. Somewhere they had lost their simple melody. The notes were deep and strange to me, and I wondered long what was their meaning. They sang in an undertone joyful and sweet, to the little child that slept on the hillside beneath them. And voices full of love and wonder answered them from above the shadows. Then the melody rose beyond the hearing, but the pine trees sang on to the wondering world. And the world went hoping on. Are you tired, little child? the East Wind asked gently. I shook my head, and he murmured low : Many years passed on and the song was the same — gentle, sweet and low. And the children of the hills listened and won- dered, then forgot until one day as I passed, with a rush, o ' er the tree tops — for I was late on reaching the sea — I heard a deep sighing that filled me with awe. Sadly the pines sang and moaned to each other. Then a voice full of pity answered gently. The note it breathed, I did not catch; from whence it came I can not tell, perhaps from, the sea ; perhaps from the mountains ; but I heard it then as a song from the starlight far away. The words I did not hear, but the pine trees clapped their hands softly and sang; sang on to the children of the hills of love and mystery. And so the world loving on. What did they sing, little child, you ask me? Listen, and you shall hear. It is the same old theme now as in the other years long ago. But the words I can not tell you, baby, for they have never been whispered to me. Only the melody I hear. Wandering they sing and half sadly, repeating again and again the same low strain, calling on and on in a voice of wonder. And the world goes seeking on. Then the East Wind sighed, Little child, I love you, and left me alone among the trees, to listen on to the song, from which I caught the words : Little child, what is it for which we seek? Little child, why do you and I sigh? But hush, my child, and we will sing together, Just the East Wind and you and I. And to whom shall we sing? you ask, my baby. Why, to the world that is passing by. Annie Thompson. Yes, our society lost the debate because that little goose got rattled. She had her points fine before she went in, too. I wish folks would learn to exercise a little self-control and quit being so weak. But, Mat, you are too hard on Polly. She did work — don ' t you know that a girl can ' t always control herself and be calm? We ' ll not be beaten again — we ' ll put you up. I guess you ' ll not, either. I ' ve got too much work now — wish the old Annual were in Halifax. No, I haven ' t learned that a girl can ' t always control herself! thundered Mat as she dashed out of the society hall, a living paradox. Lucile Dunning shouted after her : One lesson ahead of you, then. Well, Dun — began Hetty Jacobs. No, it ' s not well done yet, but it will be some day soon, interrupted the black-eyed damsel. Dun, persisted Hetty, I don ' t see how in the world you can talk to Mat like you do. She freezes everybody else but — Thaws my tongue from tip to root. Applies eight calories of heat and then a lot more, laughed Janet. I ' m glad Dun does talk up to her. If somebody didn ' t there ' d be a terrible explosion due to inside pressure and a miserable heap of cranial debris. Dun ' s the exhaust pipe— of course the exhaust pipe gets thawed. Don ' t you know how proud we were of Jenn that first year? went on Hetty. We didn ' t call her Mat, but now nothing else seems to suit her. I wish she would have kept sweet, so every one could be nice to her. ' ' Bless you, Jacobs — Janet gave her a hug — your name ought to have been Isaac, you ' re such a peacemaker. Then turning to Lucile : Seriously, Dun, do you know what ' s the matter with Mat ? Believe I do. Professor James gave the pendulum a swing and it went too far. You remember his theory of the emotions? Mat swallowed the whole thing down at one gulp, forgot all the minor ingredients, and remembered but one big flavor : Control everything by controlling your body. Then you know how she bows before that philosophy teacher, the epitome of indifference. She lost the Junior medal, too, and that quadrupled her stoical attitude. Now she pats herself on the back for suffering silently and goes about preaching that folks should not show their feelings under any circumstances. I ' m tired of her ways. She ' s one-eyed — got it bad — a veritable cyclops. She ' d like to sweep all into Limbo but the dignified indifferent. Maybe she thinks there would be only two left on this mundane sphere— herself and Professor Ice. That ' s about it, said Janet. Hetty nodded and sighed. It ' s not a thing to sigh over, Jacobs my sympathetic ; I ' m not afraid of the Cyclops. She has too much sense to be doing this way — we ' ll convert her. Lucile turned off the gas, still chatting : The debate was fine. I ' m proud of our side if the decision did go the other way. My ! — stumbling over a chair — I ' m worse than a cyclops, not even one eye. O, for Moses to lead me out of this Egypt ! Why don ' t you say what you mean, Dun ? Quit sighing for Moses when you want Jim. The names may be used synonymously, retorted Lucile with mock curt- ness. Both lead to Canaans of delight. Hetty laughed. She liked Biblical references. Next day Polly entered the class-meeting with a somewhat dejected coun- tenance. What ' s the matter, Polly? queried Luna Rhodes, otherwise known as Moon. The rats held a convention under my bed last night ; and their half audible whispers made me nervous and kept me awake. Were they debating? Moon, who was from the opposite society, taunt- ingly asked. Lucile came to the rescue: They did get up a hot discussion, but knew no more about their subject than any other Moon or Lune. The judge, my bed-room slipper, grew impatient and rendered the decision before the debate was finished. And I got to sleep after two o ' clock, added Polly. Of all things it is the silliest to be scared of mice and get nervous over them, sneered Mat. I wouldn ' t tell it. Lucile was ready with a laughing reply, but just then Janet called the class to order. As they adjourned half an hour later, Lucile tapped Mat on the shoulder and mysteriously whispered: Beware of the Ides of March. Mat gave a shrug and passed on. Janet, the time has come and now is, whispered Lucile half solemnly. What is done must be done quickly. Mat ' s having her room calcimined and sleeps to-night in the front Infirmary. No one else up there. Jenn Matthews was supplying this week for the Preparatory English teacher. To-night she had been preparing a lesson on Poe ' s Black Cat. Everything but the March wind had been quiet for an hour when she turned off the gas and crept into bed. There came a slight sound from somewhere, but Mat barely noticed it and lay down. In her mind she ran over the incidents of The Black Cat to be sure that all the details were safely stored for the morning. She had lived through the scene and was sure of teaching the lesson with credit. The wind blew louder; windows rattled. Mat wished everything would be quiet. She was tired. The old world is a weary world at times to everyone. Even Mat was not wholly unmoved by its turmoil. A mouse ran across the floor. It recalled the conversation of the afternoon. For a moment she put herself in defeated Polly ' s place, and almost regretted the fling. Other thoughts rushed in. Well, I ' ve lost things — it ' s but fair that the same measure should be meted to all. There ' s nothing to do but take it and never let the world know that you mind. Control yourself — bother all this thinking! What is the use of thinking, anyway? I wish I had no thinker, no conscience, no anything. I guess Poe did, too — there, I ' m pitying again ! The street light was shining in her face, so she got up to adjust the blind. She heard a low wail and shuddered, but was sure it was on the street. She pulled the cover up again. A peculiar sound, as of one in distress, made her start. Provoked at herself for being disturbed, she turned over, and was almost asleep when suddenly she found herself on her feet. There had been a horrible dream — some one had cried in anguish. The cry came again. It sounded like the voice of a child. For a moment Mat stood trembling from head to foot ; then, as a tiger springs upon its wounded prey, she bounced into bed. As she did so, there rose a long, distinct Mcozc. It ' s a cat, and he ' s in that dark closet. If I mean to sleep any I ' d better let him out, she said half aloud. In the hall the light burned low. It was only a few steps to the dark closet — that haunted place which Freshmen never entered. They were told that once when the building was occupied by a man of wealth, a great aunt whose gold was peculiarly luring had died here with a smoking candle by her side. The Infirmary door slammed violently — Mat ' s knees gave way. Afraid, Jenn Matthews? Never! Quickly she took the six steps to the closet. Hand on the knob she paused: before her rose an emaciated form and a flickering candle. She brushed away the vision — her brow was cold. With one vast resolve she threw the door wide open. Lightning quick there came sensations legion : inky background, emaciated face, bulging red eyes, two tiger-like lights: a small, soft something — all black — fell on her shoulder; one scream, Mat fell. Twenty minutes later Mrs. Newton was bending over her. Son, aren ' t you ashamed of yourself? What in the world were you doing? It was the cat in the closet. Mat answered only the second question. Well, go to sleep, Pete, you will be all right in the morning. The wind blew less lustily. It was quiet in the hall and in the dark closet, but Mat did not go to sleep. As the town clock struck three she answered, affirmatively, the nurse ' s first question. But she was not ashamed of herself for having fainted. Next morning Gwendolin Lawrence, up in the studio, finished her sketch of the skeleton, thinking little of its remote and knowing less of its immediate history. Between the lunch bells, Luna, Janet and Lucile had their heads together. Prep. 2 says Mat lectured the whole hour this morning on Poe ' s and Hawthorne ' s idea of the remorse of conscience, announced Luna. I ' m half sorry — Lucile clapped her hand over Janet ' s mouth. They were standing with their backs to the stairway, and Jenn had come down. Before they knew it she was saying enthusiastically : Girls, it ' s time our class has some fun. Let ' s go out to the park next Monday, take lunch, and have a little spree. And the girls cried just as they did in their Freshman year, only with more tenderness, O, Jenn ! As they entered the dining-room Lucile whispered to Janet : Scorn not dry bones — being dead, yet speaketh. Hetty heard the last and smiled: it sounded like a Biblical reference. She learned the meaning of it later. Mentor Cram As I wandered o ' er Creation, On a Rock of Desolation, Lo! I saw two creatures lying In the attitude of dying. And my heart, all stirred with pity, Hummed a mournful funeral ditty. Near I drew — my soul was hushed. From my cheek a tear I brushed, In my throat there came a choke, Words no tongue has ever spoke. For the creatures there were weeping Half in waking, half in sleeping, Half in anguish, half in sorrow, With their eyes fixed on the morrow — Eyes from which hope is departing, And the soul of life is starting- Starting like a coward fleeing From some ghost that he is seeing. Bursts upon the hour of sadness Ravings as of very madness ; Quoth the being, hair of raven, Why was Byron ' s face all shaven? Depth the answer, doleful measure, Direct ratio to the pressure. All was silent as I waited Near the two so surely fated. Then the winds of all Creation Sobbed o ' er the Rock of Desolation. Thro ' the frame of raven-haired Ran a tremor ; long she stared Into vacancy; then, shrieking, Cried out like a maniac, speaking: What caused Keats to die so soon ? Ghost-like answer, half a croon, Depth to volume — then more tersely — Is proportion, but inversely. Loud the winter north wind howled— Round the Rock dread figures prowled; In my veins the blood was chilled, And my heart with anguish filled. Still upon the Rock they lay, Life-blood ebbing swift away; In my veins the blood congealed, But my lips were tightly sealed — Words of cheer I could not utter, At my feet there came a mutter: Through a window, Landor ' s powers Hurled a cook upon his flowers. Unstable Equilibrium ! groaned The sister, and the night wind moaned A dirge of sorrow — all was still, I felt a tremble, ' gainst my will, They did not move ; I shuddered, pained ! A signboard mysteries explained : This is the Country of Exams., These the remains of Senior Crams. Unibersittp horrors! % 1 Jfct tl  m nu experience ?|ag Caugfjt Wtt We con our lessons day by day Until the eventide, And then we throw our books away, And act so dignified, That when the month ' s exams, arrive We ' ve crammed and cribbed for naught- Behold the drum of a drony hive, Alas, we have not thought ! So chancing you should come this way, We whisper low, Skidoo ! Or get on the Honor Roll to stay, Beware of falling through ! Cluck Cfcat tongue Can JJeber fteli If the tongue we have on Sunday night, Could tell what the girls do say, I am sure there ' d be no more tongue Seen out of bags for display. One Sunday eve in Faircloth Hall, Tongue was hanging high ; The cow-bell rang, Tongue for sale Loudly came the cry. I don ' t know how the rest may feel, But I ' m sure you ' ll all agree, That B. U. girls have tongue enough, For the present, don ' t you see? ' Liney. Wbt Jleralb Gusts of wind swept by my window, Softly tapping as they went; Then came others, faster, louder, Like swift arrows deftly sent. An alarm clock by my pillow Sent my senses all askew, And I rose up in the darkness When the factory whistles blew. Still the darkness, and the dreary, Lonely, moaning wind did howl, And methought the sound grew awful As the hungry wolves that prowl. Windows now came bursting open, Horrid sounds fell on my ear — Now it seem ' d some spirit enter ' d — Oh, I wish I had ma mere ! Then a voice that was not earthly Lisped out in a fairy tone — Why do I behold thee tremble ? Thou art in the temperate zone ! Still I shiver ' d as I murmur ' d, What means all this dreadful storm ? You must be an evil worker, Since you think the weather warm. But the creature laugh ' d and answer ' d, Sadly wrong I see you are : I ' m the soul of Oak Leaf ' s brother, Dwelling from you not afar. Heretofore we ' ve worked in silence. There ' s no reason you should fear — We are heralding the Howler — That explains the sound you hear. Wbt Jf acultp jffleet Scene i. — Raleigh. Trysting Place of the Faculty. [Enter Miss Blair, Miss Applezvhite, Miss Powell, Prof. Highsmith, Miss Phelps, Miss Young, Miss Livermore. (They sit down.) Enter Dr. Vann, Miss Bishop, Mr. Boomhour, Mr. Ferrell.] Dr. Vann — What business is there to come before ' the house ' this evening? Miss Young — It seems that we are doomed to ill-fortune this year. Some- thing is always happening which, it seems, might be avoided. The world is growing too much for me. To-day I had the great misfortune to find one of the girls in my German II class che — Oh, a rat! Kill it! (She sinks down.) Prof. Highsmith — (Seizing an eraser.) We ' ll speedily see which is the ' fittest ' to survive. Watch out for an example of the law of ' self-preservation. ' Miss Blair — (Shrieking) Don ' t raise a dust, we ' ll have a ' case of con- sumption. ' Prof. H. — ' Whosoever would save his life must lose it. ' So here goes. Dr. Vann — That ' s right. Go ahead ! For they say ' conscience makes a coward of us all. ' Miss Powell — (Mounting a chair) I ' m ' rough on rats ' when I have a broom. Help ! There now ! we ' ve let the rat escape ! What a misfortune ! Miss A. — Well, we ' ve at least aroused ' an interest. ' That is the great aim in everything. Miss Bishop. — Mr. Hi, I think this is an admirable exemplification of the law of preservation. Miss Powell, you acted your part well. Miss P. — So did the rat. I think it is more to be congratulated than I. Dr. Vann — Miss Bishop, I think you had to speak of another little matter, did you not ? Miss Bishop — Yes, I have a petition from the girls asking that ' processional marching ' be discontinued. What do you all think about it? Miss A.— If the girls here had an ' apperceptive mass ' upon which to work out this idea of marching, I think it could be made a success. Another thing, it is not ' correlated ' with the other work. And without these two things, it is very doubtful if the clouds break away. Mr. H. — Since this phase of our college life is taken with such a wry face, I think it is ethically bad. It is not conducive to character building. Miss Bishop — Medicine shouldn ' t be removed from the patient because he makes a wry face, neither should this exercise be taken from the girls because they don ' t like it. It will do them good. Miss Phelps — President Vann, I need no one to tell me that this is a divided Faculty. I will withdraw the controversy, at present, for ' a house divided against itself can ' t stand. ' I am sorry such an attitude has been taken toward their gymnastics by the girls. But in removing this work, I think it should be handled in such a way as to do the girls good. They must not openly exult over the downfall of this project. Let ' s say no more about it. Dr. Vann — This matter is settled, I hope. I suppose you will break the news to the girls, Miss Phelps. We have before us this evening the question whether we ought to have lunch served in ' paper sacks ' on Sunday evenings, or on the table. Miss Blair — It is decidedly agreeable to have this new system, I think, for a person ' s repose is often broken to have to go down to dine, and we can feed on the beauties of nature now to compensate the absence of ' table chat. ' Miss Y. — I don ' t agree with this idea for various reasons. It brings flaws into the characters of some, that I fear can ' t be mended. Miss Livermore — I think if we had unity, coherence and force carried out by the ' laws of association, ' this paper-sack system would be exceedingly novel and unique. But you see this ' tongue ' episode is merely the climax of the sub-plot and the ' great climax ' is yet to be. Dr. Vann — (Seeing matters growing into a settled argument, and thinking of next Sunday ' s nearness) I think we won ' t have any more ' paper pokes ' on Sundays. The girls cracking nuts disturb Sunday ' s repose. Mr. Ferrcll — I want you to tell me how I can remedy some defects in our business. I almost lose my religion, sometimes, when the girls persist in going their own way, surreptitiously and unbeknownst to you and me, regardless of the wrath of their parents which they bring down upon the heads of our school — (He is interrupted by a girl bursting into the room innocently. ) Miss Bishop — What is it ? Another petition ? Girl — (Skidooing) A telegram from the North Pole, if I know anything! Mr. Boomhour — (Hearing the last dinner-bell, adds as a parting word) Kindly fill out the report blanks which are in the teacher ' s sitting-room. They must be sent out to-morrow. (Exeunt facultates.) leaflet from tfje gear oofe Better Known as Weight Height Age. Book She Would last Part AVith Margaret Bright— Rosa Barrow Billie grams grams rrr Miss Barrow — 59090.9 157. cm. 547023680 sec ciety. Experiences of an American Teacher. Mr. Dooley in War and Peace. Hope ' s Memory and Dreams. Stephens Carrick — Dooly 57200. grams 170. cm. ' 630720000 sec- Ethel Carroll That Smart Girl 52844.49 grams 163.83 cm, 656985600 sec Mattie Jenkins Jinks 63050.4 grams 163.83 cm. ■ 662256000 sec Living Questions. Pearle Jonson The Librarian - 57000. grams 167.64 cm. 639036000 sec American Library The International Cook Book. Set in Authority. Foy Jonson Rebecca Knight Joy Becca 66800.9 59241.6 grams 168.9 cm. 612144000 167.3 cm. 1 622080000 sec sec Ona Long Jack 63050.4 grams 166. cm. 606528000 sec The Very Small Mamie Meeks Lizzinia Moore grams sec Zina 52200. 168. cm. 663256000 sec What ' s Mine ' s Mine. Bessie Parker Boy grams sec Bee. Clara Pigg Ta 58923.5 grams 162.56 cm. 545537600 see | ter. Pigs is Pigs. Melissa Philips Cleopatra Scarboro Addie Smith Lucile Withers Louise Wyatt Pliss Cleo J Miss President - CeU Louisebeth 52200. 68040. 54000. 58060.8 25300.0 grams grams grams 162.56 cm. 172.72 cm. 152.4 cm. 167.64 cm. 167.64 cm. 622080000 693 7920OO 7884O00OO 6551840O0 650894400 sec sec The Cat of the Bu- bastes. Side Lights on As- tronomy. The struggle for Self-Government. Behind the Foot- Lights. Stevenson ' s Treas- ure Island. Total of Senior Class. 1139312.: of Nineteen unbreb anb g etoen Idea of Happiness Greatest Dread. Musical Composition. Usual Expression. What She Lacks. A House that Love Built. To Speech Red Hair - ' - Simple Vocabula- ry. Recitals Sit for Pictures Offending the Faculty. To go before the Faculty. To live without a Gas Range. Processional iM arching. Buying Hats A Daisy Chain To be an Old Maid. Analyzing Poems. Writing- Sermons To be Noticed I ' m Getting Ready for my Mother-in-Law. See Here I Tell You - I am Painfully Aware — I had a Dream I ' m not a ' going- to Do It Well Mr. Highsmith, it looks like to me. Oh My! Timidity. Height. Nothing ' tall. Go to W. F. C. An- niversary. Beside the Camp-fire Idly Dreaming. ' Dreaming fjove of You. When the Sun sinks in the Golden West. I Wonder what makes I Love Lvery one. Down -where the Cot- ton Blossoms Grow. I ' ve Lost my Appetite for Chicken. Tell me Love ' s Story Again. ' A Trip to Daisy- land. Please go Away and let me sleep. Dat am de Way to Spell Chicken. Waiting at the Don ' t Notice Me Daddy ' s Little Girl — Stars are Still Shining for You. In the Valley of Yes- I Want to be an Actor h Lady. Make Sofa Pillows - Politeness. Write Poetry Live on a Farm Questioning. Time. Something to Do. Her own Opinion, Lungs. A Pituitary Body. Generosity. Grit. Good Health. A Grand Old Name. Regard for Men. A Smile. Hair. Any Old Thing I have ' nt seen my Les- l hildren, I ' ll vow I ' ll Sneeze. That ' s the Limit That ' s Perfectly Al- bright. To go Down Town — To avoid Sneezing: on Class Day. Sleep until Six P. M. A Deestrict School — Visit Legislature Pass on Physics Johnnie Jones! - Exams, on Satur- Receptions Sunday Morning Breakfast. Pshaw! Write a Class Poem Girls, this is Serious I ' m Going to Tell my Please Don ' t To be a Housekeeper An Audible Voice. Talking Eyes. Sfttfiit £s uppos;e The Juniors didn ' t have the big head. Receptions were in order after each recital. Mr. Boomhour talked fast. Melissa Phillips, Addie Smith and Foy Johnson had luxuriant suits of hair. Physics wasn ' t required. We had good laundry women. We had supper on Sunday evening. Miss Schuster didn ' t make nightly rounds of the fourth floor after light bell. Rebecca Knight wasn ' t stubborn. We had a campus. The entire physics class should pass a quiz. Examples in love-making were not set for us by certain members of the Musical Faculty. We had a basket-ball coach. Hattie Sue Hale couldn ' t laugh. There were no exams. ! You could laugh out loud in the Library. Melissa Phillips didn ' t borrow alarm clocks. Carrie Elmore should become a bookworm. Mr. Boomhour hurried. Mr. Highsmith said and so-forth. fofees A certain B. U. W. girl, finishing up a letter to an A. M. C. boy just as light bell was ringing, ended thus : Dreamily, M. He answered about dinner time: Hungrily, B. Who was it that disturbed the peace of study hour by yelling as she came from the practice halls, I want to know why the lamps haven ' t been lit ? Helen Hilliard (to her room-mate) : I think it is outrageous that I had to pay a quarter to have this skirt pressed! The maid told me the other day she knew where I could have it done up for twenty-five cents, and I am certainly going there next time. Dora Lampley (on entering a friend ' s room and seeing numerous pennants) exclaimed, Here ' s W. F. C, U. N. C, Trinity, and A. M. C. represented, but where is A. M. ? Eva Pope (to one of her friends) : Don ' t bother with my hair, it is ready to go walking. Annie Denmark would like to know who wrote Virgil ' s Eneid. Who was it asked someone why U was in Undine Futrell ' s name? Miss Bishop: Give an example of unrhymed poetry. Madge Gregory : The Palms. May Kemp is trying her best to make up a joke on herself to go in the Red and White. (We presume she means the Acorn.) Prof. Highsmith informs us that when a bird petrifies its song does not petrify with it. Who is the Senior that persists in legging the Faculty She has already attended two Faculty meetings? Prof. Boomhour: What is the hood? Grace Rogers : Something that you put on your head. Stephens Carrick: Oh, no! A little square wire. Willa Weathers (to Junior) : You were a delegate for Y. W. C. A. President , were you not ? Annie Josey, on going to the table and seeing a new mould of butter, was heard to exclaim, Oh, I am so glad we have ready-made butter ! Old Girl (to Newish) : Have you seen the California Fruit Store? Newish : No; where is she? I want to meet her. Berta Williams in the Baptist Book Store: Do you keep pink shoe polish ? A Newish, to an old girl on hearing a Faculty meeting announced: Are you going? Please go with me. Not in the far-distant past a Newish went to the room of an old girl after light bell and said in most touching tones, Please come see what ' s the matter with my light. I have been blowing for the last half hour and it just won ' t go out. We wonder how many stamps Ona Cheek bought at the fruit store. Old Girl to Newish: What are you, prep, one or two? Newish : I ' m a Missionary Baptist. What are you ? Old Girl : Hardshell. Miss Jenkins, on Physics: Well, Mr. Boomhour, you have to heat water to O to make ice? Miss Jenkins: Well, how come its cold when you go in a room where there is ice ? Newish, eating egg-plant: Aren ' t these squashes good? Mr. B. (on Chemistry) : Did you find that substance soluble? Miss Flemming: No, sir, I couldn ' t make it salute. H. S. H. (in Latin) : I think Dido was real fresh. Miss B. (in grave, dignified manner) : I think she was perfectly natural. J. Flemminc. (anxious to be waited on in Boylan-Pearce ' s store) : Oh, I want to be waited on now ! I wish all the waiters weren ' t busy. Nell : Lulie, get up, the rising bell have rang. Why does Miss B. call Eleanor Chappell A Greek Accusative Special- ist ? She is too brilliant to be satisfied with Latin only. Oldish : Are you an Astro, or Phi. ? Newish: Neither: I ' m a Baptist. Wanted by Lynne Hall, a blacksmith to black her shoes. Wanted by the Senior Class a supply of hair tonic. Lila Keith, observing the Capitol building dome from a B. U. W. window, asked : Is that the Capitol ' s doom ? First Newish, referring to a matriculation card: What does A. P. S. stand for on these cards ? Second Newish : A Prep, and Sophomore. Newish : Which is the conclavier room? M. Bright, to Donnis : You can bring the new soci ety chair up the radiator, Donnis. Freshman, watching an art student paint: I didn ' t know you were a poet. Fannie Sheer: Are you going to the Jamestown Expedition? Miss Powell (in English) : Why, Miss Elmore, what is a haycock? Miss Elmore: A bird that stays around hay, I guess. K. B. Morris (bursting in a room) : Oh, girls, part of the Infirmary is guaranteed! S. Carrick, seeing the N. C. and U. S. flags floating above the Capitol: Oh, they have the U. N. C. flag up to-day. Newish : I ' m going to join the class of naught ten. Soph. : Where is the quotation, ' That is the most unkindliest cut of all ? Senior : Where Brutus stabs Shakespeare. K. Parker (at music lesson) : Does H. T. (hands together) stand for the hot time ? First Newish : Wonder if 1 can go to the reception at A. M. next week? Old Girl : Why, I don ' t think you can, unless you have a chaperone. Second Newish : Oh, yes, she can, for Mr. Boomhour is going to take the whole ' Biography ' class. Cbttorsi ' ®2 mg OTorb This is the end.— Bland. There is no gold about yonder streets ; they are all maroon. — Parker. Uneasy lies the hand that holds the pen. — Hilliard. Hush ! I hear the rustling of oak leaves. — Rogers. Let my name be forgotten — it is such pain to write it in a book. — Cox. Had I a thousand lives to give, I ' d lay them all down in the cause. — Pigg. I have finished my work; henceforth there is laid up for me no brush and paints. — Douglass. In peace! No toil — no advertisements! — Carrick. I see but dimly now — the failure ! — Carroll. Out with your Acorns! Strew my grave with Oak Leaves! — Withers. AUF WIEDERSBHEU. gtftertoorb With the setting of this page, the ' 07 Oak Leaves is complete. The editors have endeavored to make it representative to some extent of all phases of our complex college life. Wherein we have succeeded or failed we leave to your gentle judgment. If, fellow-student, in turning these pages you suddenly discover that your words nay, even your thoughts, have been recorded when you least expected it, do not, we pray you, get angry and say bad things on account of it. If you are not a student and are reading these pages through curiosity or interest, the Editors hope you will not be led through its short-comings to under-estimate the school which it represents. The Baptist University For Women A HIGH-GRADE COLLEGE FOR WOMEN Officers and Teachers: Six Men and Nineteen Women ¥ W gjIPLOMAS given in the Arts, Science and Philosophy; in Music, Art and Expression. School of the Bible. Thorough Business g Course. Exceptional advantages in Music. _@S_ j ExceUent equipment for teaching Science. Club system adopted by two-fifths of the boarding pupils, at a saving of $50.00 to $55.00 per session. Students cared for by lady principal, lady physician, matron, and nurse. Board, literary tuition, heat, light, baths (hot or cold), fees for physician, nurse, library and gymnasium, $ 1 94.00 per session — in clubs, $50.00 to $5 5. 00 less. J J- J J- J I R. T. VANN, President :: Raleigh, N.C. % Wake Forest Colleg FOUNDED BY THE NORTH CAROLINA BAPTIST CONVENTION, 1833 NUMBER OF GRADUATES, 1025 GRADUATING CLASS, 1907, 50 FACULTY OF INSTRUCTION, 28 ENROLLMENT, 1906-1907, 355 Rl 1 1 1 r 1 O £ Q ( incluclin 8 well-equipped infirmary, in charge of professional 7 DUllvJH I O nurse, and separate Chemical and Biological Laboratories,) Two Literary Societies, giving superior training in public speech. Library containing 18,000 volumes. Reading Room containing $3,000 worth of best periodical literature. Gymnasium containing good apparatus, baths, etc., attendance compulsory. College Glee Club and Orchestra, Basket-ball Team, Base-ball Team, Track Team, Tennis, local Foot-ball. Student Publications: The Student, The Weekly, and The Howler. Sixteen independent schools of instruction. Four College Degrees: Bachelor of Arts and Bachelor of Science, four years each; Master of Arts, one year additional; Bachelor of Laws, three years. 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