Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

Text from Pages 1 - 120 of the 1903 volume:

j:: V   ,J _ 0: -  --9« 1 i iilii shirrt it hirrr lEii muHr alI liriinti. anft lilir ayain. iu mfmnnj. fflitli llinsr iil6 farrs. — JUrmiiiaim. an iljrurif jlrnuur tluliar . jinrt. ralur. auh fn t . tliir. luHumr nf ■■{Thr iCuIiui ill irat iiii a niaii; nf luir affrrlimi auh riitrnu. When stiangers isading o ' er thy lines Are touched by sentiments akin To the divine, as when a sou! Is thrilled and deeply stirred within. They see thy mind is full of thought, Of beauteous words and similes ; But we who know the; every day Know more lo lel! than all of tl ese. We know the life that lies behind The noble verses ihou hast penned ; We know beside the poel ' wcrk. Th3 daily kindness of a friend. HENRY JEROME STOCKARD. THIS is the second volume of THE LOTUS that has appeared as the fruits of many weary hours spent by long-suffering editors. We hope that its merit may increase from year to year, while we realize that no matter what success it may achieve, no group of its editors will deserve so much credit as the faithful few who gave us the little green and white volume of 1902, which was the first to bear the name of LOTUS. Editors of The Lotus. DAlS-i ' EGGLESTON, E. L. S. ELIZABETH DINWIDDIE. 2 •! ' A S. DOUGLASS MORTON adveri isiNC editor EDNA EARLE McEACHERN CRITIC BUL ROBERTA BROWN TREASURER MINNIE LOU KELL ' MANAGER of correspondence FACULTY JAMES DINWIDDIE, President, PHILOSOPHY MISS N. C. DINWIDDIE, LADY PRINCIPAL HENRY JEROME STOCKARD, UTIN, ENGLISH, HISTORY MAUDE MURRAY, SCIENCE. MATHEr-lATlCJ ' - EDWINA CRAIG DUNCAN. ELOCUTION, ENGLISH MARGUERITE RUGGLEJ, VIOLIN JAMEJ P, BRAWLEY, MUSICAL DIRECTOR, PIANO KATHERINE SUTPHEN. PIANO LILLIE LOGAN KEAN, VOICE LOVIE JONES. PREPARATORY JULIA COLE, BUSINESS COURSE ANNIE M. PAGE, FRENCH SARAH E. COWAN, ART The Class of 1903. With Their Characteristics as Decided by Vote. •■ All ' s Well Thai Ends Well. Ci.l.oKs: 1 ' M. m-.k; IJ:irk lilL-L-n .,n,l (llil ( .nid, Vill.nv l.lMlline, Mol lo: ' •Ndl fiiilure, hut low aim, is crime. Hazel Dcile.s, ICIm City, . C I ' lL-siikMit PresitlL-nt I-;nis,,|ilii.ni I Jt. ' laiy -■ iiciety, .Sc-CCilld Term of .Ses!,i m I901-,jj. Tile m„-,t di,i;llinetl. •■Witl, ciiliii and measured step. JiiNNiic Mai:i;i. 1 ' mwi i.i , Ivalc-i li, N. C ' ice-l ' rcsiilLMit ' J ' lie im-ttiest. the uit.st, tlir lunsl stslisli. ■■ I ' .ivni ,s deceitful and lx.-auty is vain. K. thi;kinj; lii.nN.utu Hii.l. Fultini, Kcnttickv . . .Seirutarv I ' res.dent .Mission. n -.i.i.ty. vjo-, . Civsident Jiini.,1 Class, luo-; Ca|,taill ul li.lll Team, 1 ,0.;. Tile must - N.me kiieu tliee but Ic Live thee. Iki..m; I.. ( V, K.ilei. ii. t ' Trea.stMLT ■file most li.iliLsl ■■ C.stK tin habit as tin purse c.iii buy. A.s-Mi; IJl lil.l.v (,ui:l .. eu llenie. . . C llislnri.in 1 he ije,t t.ilker. ■• .smooth in the vowels. IvilA Kt.Kt.lil I IT yi 1 . ( Ixlnnl. X. C I ' ni|iliel President I ' l.isophi.in 1 itri.iiy s,oueti. ITrst Term iil Session l,,oi-,ij. The li.ippiust. the most llupulsiye. ■ Son up. niiu do„n.,,s buckets in a well i:i,i AKt:iii Ml Ml KiKii- liiNaiiiiiii. Harksyillc, Tenn I ' liet President Mmn.i I ' lii k,i|i|i,i. --rssiiins of ic,oi-o... 1902-33. The most pessimistic, briiihtest. most eccentric. ■ 1 .0. teach eternal wisdom liou to rule. Fannv Mnait KiiKi, ! ;,ile-i,i;li. .X.C The worst. ■■ rile wisest, briehtest. meanest of mankind. Mykili. Maiij .ScKii.sTi. Raleisli, N. C The most studious, the liest. ■■ The sludeiifs ulidni, ht oil kept bmiiiiii; dim. Helen Wilson I ' ;asii- , South Boston, Va President niiiie oun 11- Christian Association, 1903. The sweetest. Sugar s sweet and so are you. 12 SENIOR CLASS. Senior Class History. THIS is m thiril and last attcni])t at a class hisliii im the (. ' ilitdrs of this Annual thai ( n are u reailiny-, kinil friends an l relentless. They saiil a class hisi,ir in ist he written, and 1 am nut a writer. 1 tried sciniethiny innn . I wanteil sc miethinL; elahnrate, 1 hci])ed fur sumethin.y- jcifly and I write snniethint; ci )niini inplace. We are a class of ten. We have had lots of meetings, hut evervhody talked together: there was a niisiht) volume of sound, but notliint; more. e possess rare talent, to put it mipilerately, and we ci ncluded to entertain ihe thou.ght of Senior Dramatics, but Shakespeare was the l)e.st that the iday- wriyht could afiford. and Shakesjiearc was too tame for us. We have one gentle, docile member in our class, and we elected her president and she selecteil a conniiittee, but that rather grasping chairman unwound yard; of red ta])e and got them all so tangled up in it. that they are yet unable to report We got Us some prett pins, but we battled so long and so strong and so hart about tln-ni that the have ne er been a proper source of enjoyment. W ' e stud - a lot; we ' ve stuilied rhiloso]ih industriously, ' rrigonr nietr_ ]HTse -eringl , (,eol,,gy kizilw and Senior F.nglish with . lr. Stock.ard to gunk us— madly, wildly. .lcs|,crately, frantically. Irene l.acx ' s troubles are the only things that have hekl us to this allurin.!. world, that helped us on, for we all hoped in our inmost hearts that some da - wt woulil have some, too. I am tired now, and I expect you are too. P. x X ' oiiiscCM. Senior Prophecy. Till , ( ' lass ..f ].,(.,:; liail drctcM im- incplu-l, ami I suffered an a-.iny I re-.|i. iiisiMlily ll is true I was not i-alleil u]).in Id lie I ' residenl. anil had nil cause di fear that s. mie n mseientii ais fanatic wonUl feel it his duty til assassinate me, nur had 1 lieen chosen tii the arduous place I l iet; 1 was aKi i spared the lein|italii m nf alisd mdini;- to Canada with the class finids ; Inn the |iMsitiiin in which I was placed is im easy iine. . s a vi inian i.f reputatii.n. I felt that I shi.nld he held ].ersiinally res]ii msihle if every destiny f ' re|.ild did iiiit c.iine trite ti. the letter. And fur this reasnn T resnlved nut tu write ni iipniiim, hut to wait until a special rex ' elation should come to me. I souf ht the riwelation: 1 ]iursned it. 1 wandered liy aters so ins])i:-in,t; to class lirophets of old; I sle]il. liopino a dream would lii ht up for an instant the silent halls of the future: I ohtained permission from the cm]ircss of the kitchen to .yaze into the L lowiuL; coals; and e eu snnn;L;]eil in a ci,L;arette. that I mii ht see faces of aluinn;e lloatiui;- aliottt in its iam.;s of smoke, as men iimphets never fail to do. I ' mt all in vain— the water made nie take chl. I alw;ivs dreamed of my hest sttitor. . tmt I ' riscilla closed the stove to pttt in the potiitoes. the cii arette t;ave me — the erou|i. ;nid ihe fnltire remained a dim, m stenons vast. lint as the last day drew ui.yh, necessity, that mother of invention, inspiration, and many other lahorimts children, (|ttickeneil ui ' susceptihilily, and the revelation came. I sat at dinner that ila - with a strant;e feelin! of connection with the spirittial. . nd i radtially . nnie ( ireen ' s steady htizz of ( ierman iihilosophers and Ihe Ini her love lulled me uitu drowsiness and I closed mv eyes. hen I opened them I found mxsclf alone in the dining-room with a spirit of liMht. ' idle heantiful visum stooij in a li;ilo of luminous cloml, llcr snow- while wiuus wrre folijcd; her h.air fell m l oIiIcu hillows ;,l,oiil thr in;u;uihcenl shoulders, h;ilf disclosm- the .alalusler tliro;,! and splendid ;irins. In her eyes lay a se.a ..f mystery and calm, and 1 kurw she ;is the ( niardian of the h ' titure, 1 s.al i|iutc slill in awed silence for ;i while, then I .asked in treiiililin,L; lone; (I .S]iirit of d ' rnlh, , n.i;el of Destiny, unlock for uie, 1 ]iray, the portals of f;ite; nuroll for me the scroll of the conuii- ears ; tell me, 1 implore thee, the f.ate of our ten. She smiled, and the place shone with her smile, and liftins;- her ivory arm she wa ' eil a -olden rod oxer the ten-sided shakiny-ielly on the center of the lahle. The jelly Iremliled .•iiid Inrneil cloudy, hut when it cleared a-ain. I beheld a vision of the future. i6 All, sliall I ever forgt rushed a horse, the earriat: street men raced after him. der of hoofs and wheels. t that scene of wild confusion ! Down the street e behind nickiny from side to side, and down the Screams anil shouts filled the place, and the thun- . policeman clutched at the reins of the terrified runaway as the horse dashed past. And in the plunging , swaying vehicle I made out our president, dignified and calmly smiling, and anon murmuring, Whoa, Bess; this is really ([uite conspicuous. Jump! Jump! a man cried, springing at the maddened animal. .She raised her eyelirows, smiling, and bowed to him. Then like a whirhvinil the horse dasheil against a mail-post and the carriage crashed intu a thousan l pieces. . nd Hazel? — she was thrown higher and higher, but wlien last I saw her she was smiling and waving her handkerchief serenely. Tlic picture faded ;ind the shaking-jelly trembled and revolved on its axis. Not changed in all these years, I said, weeping. Our dignified presi- dent, the same to the last. The next picture reflected in the crystal side was one of melancholy quiet. Our vice-president lay propped up with cushions, her fair, w ' an face lying back and the transparent lids closed over the tired eyes. Plainly, she was soon to breathe her last. The Angel wrote in letters of light : Irene Lacey told a joke on her to the A. M. boys and she lingered on. but never recovered. She died nine days after. Ah. so young to die, and so beautiful! The shaking-jelly quivered with a sigh and turned slowly to the next. (Jnlv a green grave with a modest stone. I bent closer and read the inscription : KATE B. HILL And tlie Ijl-cjs ami biittcrHics Ik-w by and the sun shone on the grass- covered nionnd. I wiped away a tear. When I looked again the jelly was shaking as with convulsion. What is Irene into now? I wondereil. A great conuuolion was going on — an explosion I Tl(e center was auhirl, but at the edges I made out flying teeth and hair and a foot. Report after re]inrt. as of cannon, caused the startled hair on my head to stand on end. What is it? Oh, tell me, I cried. The Angel wrote: She went to a strange city where there was nobody to tell her grievances to ; she stood the silence two weeks, then she exploded. I looked back with a shudder, but the scene was gone, and tlie shaking-jelly turned slowly and tremblingly. r)ur p. let next, 1 knew, and I waited expectantly fur the noljle death of a .great wom.iii. I )eli])erately the mould turned, and deliberately it settled and came to a stand, and I beheld the livelv Elizabeth in the act of committing suicide by hanging herself, I shrank back, and the .Angel wrote: .She thinks it will be such a good practical joke on her mother to find her there. When I looked again the shakin.g-jelly had changed color and taken on a rose light, while a delicate perfume of lilies (imported from Cologne) fiUed the air, and I saw . nnie l.irein reclining an a p lush luunge of decided elegance, holding with her last breath a book of German Philosophy. She died of the most stylish disease known at the time, the Angel wrote, in pink ink, acute inflammatory apoplexy of the pyloric appendix on the posterior . esophagus, Ah, I should have guessed it, I gaspe.l : how like her! - .n imported dis- ease, I know. Next the transparent side showed the fate of our sweet and studious little Myrtle. : wild joy-dance of I ' cejees round a boiling pot in which resided the bones and flesh of their belovi-d missionary. Dut their ardor was somewhat dampened when it was found that the flavor of Trigonometrv permeated even the marrow. The shaking-jelly revolved du its pivot and I In. iked with eager fear to see the fate of Helen, m ' best-loved friend. She spiod .ahme in the beauty of her wiMnanliood, Lively anil lovable, but suddenlv the demonic figure of a lunatic rushed out, with a pistol in one hand, a dagger in the other, and a club in another. The fiend rushed at her with shrieking words, but Relen, too polite to turn her back, smiled as if with a smile to turn him from his wild purpose. On he dashed, and I closed my eyes before the awful deed was done. yMi, how nnich I wish Shakespeare could have seen the next jjicture before he wrote his Ixomeo and Juliet! . scene of moonlight and love. The gentle, romantic h ' annie was in the act of eloping with the milkman. Beneath her vine-clad window he sat in liis rustic cart, amid liis shining cans. And Fannie, above, descending- a rickety rope-ladder. ]iresented a picture of beauty seldom seen. Hut half-way to the bnttuni — alas for true love! alack the dav! — her foot caught and she tumbled head down, feet up, into a three-gallon can of milk. He drew her up by a foot ; he took her out and emptied her ; but all was in vain. Love ' s martyr ! And the last was to be my fate. Witli what trembling- eagerness I watched the revolutions of the shaking-jelly. How with straining eyes I peered into the crystal sides that went by. With what bated breath I waited. At last — at last, it showed signs of settling, but suddenly, to my horror and consternation, the Angel of Destinv reached out her alabaster arm. took tlie jelly, and ate it before I could .gasp out a remonstrance. . nd I am left to brood longin.gly over the page in the Book of Fate which I can never turn. I, alone of the ten, know not where my star is to set, nor how ' the flower of my life is to wither. And if, O gentle reader, you should ever have the misfortune to consume at supper a ten-sided shaking-jelly, which does not agree with you, may your nightmare never be that you write a Senior Class Prophecy. The Prophet. SENIOR CLASS POEM. To yuu, I) viiicclad walla of brick. That look out through the trembling leav And you, O pillars, strong and white, Reared high above the tallest trees, 1 dedicate my faltering song. I pray you to inspire my pen That (ifttimes fails in writing doivn The thoughts that course throughout my And give my faulty effort grace To please the eyes of ten wlio clKise Me forth from out the rest to speak In simple words some things of them. HA -I.I. Diii.i;- Jk: mi: Mai ' .ici, Pciwr.i.i,. Two happy years our chief has spent Among the halls and shaded groves Where squirrels leap from bough to Ixiugh; And we in naming o ' er the ten, Have chosen her as best of all, That she should lead us through one year, (Jur last, to hoped-for victory. Our Hazel, may she never lose The memory of these happy days, And as she goes forth into life The best wish we can send with her Is may she never meet with love Less true than that we freely give. .Second of rank, of thee 1 sing The sweetness of thy gentle ways. Nor less the zeal that thou hast shown In laboring through the toilsome years to reach the goal. MMill M.wii Sim .Sweel myrtle, Hower of rose ' s hue. Thou art no sweeter than our flower That bears thy name. Our flower is sweet With joy and lo e. K. THEKINE liEKNAKD HlLl.. And one there is for several years Has been our comrade and our friend. Wh o last year held the place of chief, And is beloved by us all. Kair Kate, did our fame as a class Depend upon thy work alone. We were the best class here for years ; ' T would make the walls surprised to see What laurels would adorn our brows. Ikenk Lacv. Ne, t she who dwells without our walls Is not less near because so far, And not less trusted, since she holds What some less learned than ourselves Would prize the most, our worldly store. Our hoard ranks not with Croesus ' s wealth, Nor any modern millionaire ' s, I5ut what we have we trust to her, OiM- Irene, our fair treasurer. Etta Fekkbef. Pf.ack. Sweet one, whose praises next I sing;, Thy liquid brown eyes speak to mine, Thy soul responds to my soul ' s need. And with strong love I cling to thee. Thy name expresses rest and :alm. Thy nature lies too deep for strife, And in the storm of after-life May thy soul safely breast the waves. Annh: DriJi-Kv ( ' .ri:en. Fair writer of our history, Whose hair shines with a hidden gold, May thy pen write complete success. No blots upon our record ' s page. But victory won, the goal attained. And ten girl graduates made at last. Hi.LKN Vn. Kam.kv. Loved one from Old Dominion ' s clime. With cheeks of apple-blossom ' s tint. Thy ringlets each enfold a heart. And nine soft curls enwrap niir own, Forever to be held as thine. FaNNIK MvATT FciKT. Frances, last but never least, Thv third name expresses strength. He our stronghold through the year And bear our memories through thy life. My class is dear unto my heart, And in the years that are to be The magic numbers, 1903, Will ne ' er from out my mind depart. In future years of life ' s fierce storm A breath from any jasmine vine Will stir sweet memories that are mine, And lull my spirit into calm. A llash of gold, a hint of green, Will cheer my soul and make it strong To do the right and shun the wrong ' Mid this life ' s ever-changing scene. And in some far-off future time, When golden hairs no longer show. And once black locks are white as snow May we all come together here : Fach others ' faces once more see, And when we all our lives relate. Whatever may have been our fate. May we have honored 1003. Class Class of 1904. •• As You Like ll. C.l.cKs; M,,l I ' urplu anil Wliilc. •■ Cms inneiis iter Fi,(iui:u: ioleL cerso M. will rMIJ.I. liONI) PiiisihiM I ' ' V W. IIAVW „, l ' K,:sn„M I.II.A Ma.LEAX S,c,KKTA,n ANNIE 1.ANU Tkkaslk, K DAIS ' I). K(;r,LKSTO. HisT(iKi, N Katk KAX r;KMAX Hn.A liKnus llMLris liunu n CitAc i: HuriwN- Anmi; Ci akk 1.1 ( V HAVW.H,!. SAIIIK SI.CIAN- DaISV Ck) V I ' AN-SV FlCTXI.U Anmi; Land l-Nii;!.! i; ( -lii:uin Kl III I ' llvc.N ■ i ' iiii. Lnm I.II.A M . Ll X.,n rii,ii K will I.I N Smiiii Senior- Junior Students. liK.s.sii: C(i 1-N(;t(in Miwii L,,i Klll I ). n (,nss MiiirniN Irregular Students. JiiTA Ltmkhiik.i . nnii: .Sai. .m, n .M.iTiii; I.iim; . h K Mn.iRI. ].I Ali .Sti;|-|,i. Ai.K 1. Lan(,iiiiI(Ni: Li.is.miktii H.irsinN Wim.ik Piimiii-ktiin Annii Ki:hni;k luiN.i Mc Ka( hkhn Special Students. l.DIS l.riNI, Ma Fn.Knuli Kl.l .Ani-Tll JllVNI.H HlUTdN Al.HA MAUSII 22 CLASS OF 1904 AND SPECIAL STUDENTS. History of Class 1904. As A CLASS wo arc cxceptinnally interesting;. In the first place, there are so many of us. Xow. riglit here, we want to warn onr I ' resiilent to have a gooil supply of sheepskin on hainl, for we all con- fiilently e.xpect to be graduated. Then, we are sii varied in nature. There is our logical member, Maidic Allen, Her reasoning is deep and con- vincing, for I have seen her prove satisfactorily, in the short space of two minutes, that two apples can be made equal to one. Of the president of our class we are justly proud. She is our silent mem- ber, our dreamer. Oft in the balmy spring she can be seen sitting off in a lonely corner thinking, planning, darkly plotting. Ves. it is a school proverb that Whit Ilond ' s voice is ever silent. I have said we are varied, so you needn ' t think we are lacking in talkers. Lila MacLean. I ' .essie Covington, and Ina McXair are .good proofs to the con- trary. The musical members of our class have formed a glee club and the melo- dious voices of I ' ansy Fetner. Lucy Haywood, Katie Bannerman make sweeter our lonely hours, for their sopranos harmonize well with the rich altos of Min- nie Lou Kelly, Elisabeth Houston, and Annie Clark. We are proud to speak of our sanctified member. Susie Morton, who has justly been named George Washington. The case of the cherry tree is not the only one she has to show her love of the truth. W ith the sanctified member we mention the wee. modest little flowers of our class, Marie Lon.g. Madelene N ' hite, and l atic Lee I ' anks. Their voices are rarely heard in anv discussion whatever. ' c are sorrv to sa ' that among us there are two vlio make us fear for our Senior privileges. There are verv few boys who escape th e coquettish looks and winning wiles of these two. e feel some hesitancy in disclosing the names of our young members, but we are sure that every one has heard of the w ' ild escapades of I ' .rown, first anrl second. Our dressy member is Ruth I ' ilsiin. The poor beni.ghted mailman has long ago had to go on crutches, for he was crijjpled bv bringing such heavv . loads of samples for her selection. Although our class as a whole is very studious, we admit that there is one of us whose books are still covered with last year ' s dust. While we are sitting, trying to solve the problems of life, she is out enjoying the delightful feeling of nothing to do. Notwithstanding her carelessness and childish ways, Annie Land is truly The Flower of the Flock. 25 Class of 1905. •Much Ado About Nolhir MuTTr cejpso MAKY SHKKKII.I. Madit; Ai.i.i.N Ml ' Si ' Colors and h.)ld checip tlie strain. Carnct and Cold. Jacc|ueminot Rd l ' iii;siDi;XT IRENK Cdl ' CH Vi( i;-Pkksidf.nt BLANCHI-; HEYWOOI) Sf.cretarv EUITH GREER . ' .... ' . ' ,■■■ ' Trkasurf-R MATILDA STEINMKTZ Histokiax BF..ssn; ISaknks Iki;. f: Ldii ii Marv BHi(;(is . Iatii,i , .Sti i ii:t IHM Inlil; lilKN .S|-uril,l. M. K 1)1 . Ill R.ii-.i Ki rii ( IsMcn VViNMHUii) l- ' dwij.; Mahv Wintkks Louise Fini.kv Roxana Williams Edith Guef.r (;ertrui)e Dills Mahv Hiccs Sahii; Ei.hs rATTIF. HOI.T Lll.l.li: I ' MU I ' .l.WI Ml Ill.VWdOl) M Mill L.IM, n MiMiHi; f.wiMii .SiKiKi I Kv SiiiiKKii.i. Katie Sikes LisMi Ckav is Jane Swift Hazel York CLASS OF 1905. History of Class 1905. THIS year has been a very unfVLiilful oul- in the records of the Class of 1905, but nevertlieless. tlie current of our spirit hasn ' t gone out of existence. Init is stronger tlian ever. Only two call meetings haye been lield. in tlie first of wliich our president was unanimously elected, ' e furnish a large per cent, of the siuartest. and I daresay. best looking. girls in the school. We intend to make this nothing less than an ' age of progress. and to keep right on progressing, not in the old beaten tracks of our predecessors, but rise in such glory and fame that will put them to shame. It will make the coming .Soplis hail us with such joy that they will, in their insanity of pleasure, eyen call us blessed (perhaps a God-send). So far there has been no such word as fail. but our past has been adorned witli only honor. Now as we are about tcj bid farewell to 11JO3, we catch such gleams of our future hope and glory as nearly blind us. Historian ' . Motto Class of 1906. liiiK.reiit Wliite and H.)iiH-sick Hlui. 1 ' I.OWiCK; ' - ■ = = ' ' : ' I-earn Cat-Tails EVELYN VKOOM , , President FRANKIE CKALL Vice-President DONNIE ROYAL . Secretarv LENA REDMOND ' Treasiuer M®sim!b©5ps„ Bessie Bkcjwn Laurie Brown Fran ' kie Crali, Larv Evans iNA Garrison Lii.eie Hiei.io I L v Laurens Nona Leonard Susie McC,i:i: Janie McPherson Louie Mii.i.ek Jennie Proctor Lena Kj;iim(ini Savdie Kk ii ariison ■MlNlIU KirilAKIlSON UciNNIE K AI. Saiiie S.MiTii Eesie Stockard E i:i,vn NiuiciM Croom-Dinwiddie. (A ' c ' a ' s cud Obscnrr. Pccciiibcr ? , IQ03.) ANY friends were present yesterday morning at the home of Dr. I in- widdie to hear the marriage vows wliicli were taken by Miss Maude Thompson Dimviddie and Dr. . rthur P.ascom Crooni, of Maxton. The ceremony was performed in the central hall of the home, which was handsomely decorated with palms and lighted with candles. The marriage vows were given by Dr. William S. Black, of Davidson College, the soft glow of the tapers and the surroundings of stately palms and beautiful flowers making beautiful the scene. While the guests were assembling a delightful selection for violin and piano, .Andante Religioso, by Thome, was rendered by Mrs. Benjamin Kilgore and Miss Marguerite Ruggles, this being greatly enjoyed. As the wedding march, by Mendelssohn, began, the groom entered from the right door, accompanied by his best man, Mr. James Dallas Croom, Jr., and Misses Agnes Lacy and Marion Kean moved from the altar to the west door, carrying white ribbons. Through this aisle came the ushers, Mr. Jolm Thompson, Dr. Harry Utley, Mr. Augustus McNair, Dr. Diuguid. Following these came the lovely maids of honor, Misses ] ' Iarjie Jordan, of Durham, and Lucy Cole, of Wilmington. These wore exquisite gowns of white crepe with bodice and skirt yokes of Point de Venice lace, black picture-hats, and carried shower bouquets of La France roses and maidenhair terns. Then came the bride leaning on the arm of her father, Dr. Dinwiddle, who gave her away. After the beautiful and impressive ring ceremony, the happy couple turned to receive congratulations and good wishes from the many friends who had come to witness the marriage. The bride wore a handsome tailor suit of royal blue zibeline, trimmed with black panne velvet with a blue velvet hat to match, and carried a large shower bouquet of bride ' s roses. She is the youngest daughter of Dr. Dinwiddle and is one of Raleigh ' s handsomest and most attractive young women. As a talented musician she has won much praise and has many friends. The groom is a prom- inent young physician of Maxton, and belongs to one of the oldest families of 31 the Upper Cape Fear. There were a great number of lianrlsiinie shifts displayed, which showed the higli esteem in which the youns; couple arc held. Besides these there are many now awaitini; them in Maxton. Dr. and .Mrs. (. ' room left at io:.?o for the . ' oiuh. folloueil liv the i;ood wishes of hosts of friends. Among the oul-of-lnw u quests who were here to attend the marriage were Mr. Wm. S. Dinwidilie, of Chicago, and . lr. James Dinwiddie, of Washington, D. C, brothers of ihe briile; .Mrs. j.ily Logan Kean. of Kentucky: Miss Lucv Cole, of Wilmingt ' .u . .Miss Marjir Jonlau. of Durham; ami Dr. and Mrs. J. 1). Croom, Miss Croorn and .Mr. J. 1). (room. Dr. J. . . Diuguid, .Mr. McXaiV, all of Maxton. The marriage and the briUiaiU reception of the ]irevions evening were liotli most happy social events, and were .•itleuded ] y large numbers of the friends of the young couple, who begin their married life under so fa iirable and bappv auspices. 32 JAMES DINWIDDIE. (Elubs mxh Organizations. • iKI ' lAT nian i ri;aiiizati jiis iiuw llnurish itliiii our old brick walls. We have two larso and pros]H■rou literary societies, aiul a good deal of friendly rivalry exists between tliein. Then there is the Missionary Society, whicli meets on every second Sunday night, and the Young Wdnien ' s Christian Association, which assembles in a student prayer- nieeting every b ' riday night. From dark to sup])cr on wintry evenings the cheery sound of the ping-pong ball is heard in the girls ' sitting-room. Out on the lawn, when the weather permits, the baseball diamond is trampled by Hying feet and a certain pair of brown tennis shoes number — (?i. liasket-Uall. ,i!so, does not lack for enthu- siastic followers, anil tennis is sometimes resortc-il to for pleasant exercise. A certain number of the girls have formed . ' i track team in which tliev hoiie one day to become expert runners. There are other things, however, besides religious societies, literary gath- erings, and athletics. Numerous bands of girls exist who are bound together for one purpose or another. Some are to ensure good fellow-ship; others to have a good time along the eating line. So, in one way or another, vc are bound to each other bv countless ties, some of which shall last forever. 36 Y. W. C. A. Helen Easley President Susie Morton Secretary and Treasurer Missionary Society. Kate Hill ... President Helen Brown . ' ice- President Whit Bond Secretary Minnie Lou Kelly Treasurer C I ' RING the past year the Y. W. C. A. and the Missionary Society, whicli I j is a branch of the Y. W. C. . ., liave had visits from several of the trav- I L cling secretaries, which have been very helpful to us. . t different times during the year we have been fortunate enough to have with us returned missionaries, who have added greatly to the interest taken in the work. Miss Bettie Penick has been a great helper, a friend to the Missionary Society, who is ever ready to help with her ideas or her presence. To her and to Miss Murray the Missionary Society and the Y. W. C. - . owe tlic success of the year ' s meetings. Both societies have done good work, and we hope to send two dele.gates to the Asheville Convention, and to contribute lioth to the State work ami to the cause of missions. Erosophian Literary Society. Motto : ' Mere Licht. COLOKS : Furple and Gold. Floweu : Pansv. First Term. Grace BitowN Presideni . Daisy Eggleston Vice-Presideiu Evelyn Vroom Secretary . Minnie Lou Kelly Treasurer Second Term. K. I., li NKS . Daisy Ec gleston ■ . LiLA MacLeax Minnie Loi ' Kelly Madie Alle.n Helen Gordon Brown Bessie Barnes Ireni; Couch Hazel Doles Louise Frank Daisy Grey Lessie Graves Minnie Loi- Kell Peari. Partin Lii.a MacLean KlTA Peaci-. Donnie Royal Kathleen Smith BUENA Sl ' RUll.L Maklw Kean BuLA Roberta Brown Grace Brown Bessie Covington Fk. nkik Crali. IJ. ISV E(i(iLESTON .• tiii Fields Ina Garrison Klis.aiieth HoUSIIlN AL TTii; Love Willie Pe.mherton LiLLiic Pair .Mora Pugh ByRIJ SEE(iAR Ni:li.ie Smtiii .AmKI lA Sro( K. KI Katii Sikes Evelyn N ' room Hazel York Louise Bi.ur: EROSOPHIAN SOCIETY. Phule Club. •«• Motto: Occupation: All fun— no work. Practising dreamy eyes. Password: Flinch! Whit Bond President Slsif. .Morton ' ice-President Elizabeth Dinwiddie Secretary and Treasurer SlsiE Morton Eli .. i;hth Dinwiddie Whit Bond HoKaoirsiry Memmlbers. SfsiE Morton Elizabeth Uinwiuuik Whit Bond AdviseiFS ft© Cltialh. Si ' siE Morton Elizai:eth Dinwiudie Whit Bond Daisy D. Eoglesh Sigma Phi Kappa Society. ■ Vita sine lite Ciii.DKs: Flower; V.llc HIiR- and Old Cold, Carnation. 1. S li- 1 Disuiiiiiii President ' ice-President A Nir l. M Secretarv .M ni:iiNi Wiiin; Treasurei Kmii. Banm.uman Mau W. lioM. IHMA C.im; (.iKiKiiii Dims Miwii 1)11.1 K. M Dinwumhi. Hi I.I I;a-,i.i JriiA !•; i iii.uiixn Im.m.i 1 ' i:a riiiiicruM; Llil IM KlM I WlSMI Hl.l l-ilH I.I M W I- I I.I OKH Annii (iuiiN i;i)i I II i;ki.i.k M.Mn Hii.i.s Kati llii.i, Maiiii. lliii.r , nii. I.Axn , l.l( I I.AM.IHiHNr, .AnMI Kl KM K SMI.I-SmIIII IkiM SmII II MaK(,II Si ..I I Va sl|. M..1 k Mil. Ci.UINM llAKn.K . MI I.ON,, I... Is l,,,M, MAKIK 1. . i. AiiIiII I.nui IMINV M. KA( 111 kn .Si Ml. n.K I.I ASS MdUiiix l.sniii i)-Hi,kk Kr i ii I ' ii sii AnMI SAI MAN I.iiIsSn II li nil I. « l!l M I I.I II Sii.i:i.i-. lAM-Swii-r M IM I IM Win I I Ui.WNA WlI.I.IAMs I MlMi l ' lll.l!si, Hi ssll ll.ili;N i K, MiHiKl . I KHHII WmKM! C WIMII ' Siu.kt SIGMA PHI KAPPA SOCIETY. Baby Club. Motto : Bawl : : COLOKSI Baby Blue and Sky Pink. Memmlbes ' So Emsabeth Houston- Chocolate Baby Mary D. HiGfiTH Lisping Baby Helen Easlev Mellin ' s Food Baby Edna McEachekn Chief Yeller for Condensed Milk Annie Salzman Jim ' s Baby Mattie Holt . Baby in Long Dresses Grumblers ' Club. CuLoK: Jealous Yellow. Odjlct: To ( irumble Fore Myiia Moore Cirumbling for Letters Byrd See u Grumbling at the World Etta Peace Chief Butter Grumbler Eyelyn Vkoom . Assistant Butter Grumbler Jane Swift . . Grumb ling at the Editors Pearl Paktin Universal Grumbler Irene Lacy - . . (irumbling at the Sorry Scheme of the Universe Virginia Club. MdlTO BraK. CoLOKS : Orange and l Iue. M M ii Ai.i i;n. StraiKht nut from Clialliam. Daisv K(.(.ij.si..n, ( liarlDtle Coiin-House. Itr.I.llN K M i. , South lioston. j;i.i M ' .i III DiwMi.Dii:, Charlottesville. K ii Hiir. Assistant Hrag;g;er. Kr III I ' ll. SI, N, near Stanntnn. .S. niiii,i.. ss Miiuinx, Chase City. Fu.ANKii; Liiuisi: Cu.u.i., Norfolk. Alii K l,. M,iiiii(Ni., Chief Bragger. Anmm .S. lzm. n. Danville. Florida Club. Edna McEachkkx Edna McEachkkx BVKII .SlUiClAH . . . BVKI) SKIKiAH - , . To Thy Own State be Tr Fln Vi:K (Iran-e I ' .lns. . i ' residenjt ' ice-President - Secretary . . Treasurer Edna McEaciii;us 46 BvKD Si;i;(;ar Act well thy pari. and don ' t try Hamlet. Loib LuN(, President James P. Bkawu V Director Edna Eakle Mc I-.m iii.rn . . - • • Secretary Mav Fri.FOKii, Mattii; l.ovi: . , .Stage Managers Memmlbeff ' So I.lllS LuN(. DAISV KliliLESTON jAMr;s I . I ' .KAUi.i ' .v I ' j.i AiiK-ni Din wiDi.ii- lM)N ICaui.I ' . M K , iii;i! Ikm r..i-.i-. Mau(,m. Si iiTt I.I II Sii;i:i.r; MattiI ' . lliii.i Kati; IIii.i. Katu. I.i.i: liANKs Hii.HN Easi-i;v Annie Gkke.n Jane Swift ELIZABETH HOUbTON KATHERINE HILL ELIZABETH STEELE FLINCH CLUB, MAKUIE bCOTT JANE SWiFT EDNA EARLE McEACHERN LOIS STANLEY MARY HIGGS EDITH GREER ; MP .K A. G. T. CLUB. KIE LOUISE CRALL SUSIE DOUGLASS MORTON daisyZd. EGGLESTON JANE SWIFT LOUISE FRANK EVELYN VROOM COLORS: Red anO Black. MATTIE LOVE NEBUCHADNEZZAR. DOUGLASS MORTON McMURTRIE DiNWIDDIE WHITMELL BOND LSON EASLEY FEREBEE PEACE Baseball. Lois L()X(i, Captain I.cils l.iJNc. Pitcher MATTii: Hcii.r, Catclier !■ KANKii, (. ' RAi.i-. First Haseman IRMA (.olll-., Second r.ascnian Makii l.nN(,, rliird H.iscnian Kt Til I ' ll. SON. Shnit-Stop Kl.l AP.ICT 11 DlNWllilill, Center Kield .MAi)i;ir.si Winn:, ki.nht Kield I.i: Ki i.M.iMi, Left Field Kati; Hii.L, Captain Mattii: L(i i;, Pitcher Kati: Hilt, Catcher SrsiK MiiHTDN, First Baseman Ai.K K LANtiHORNii, Secoml Baseman FijNA McEachkkx, Third Baseman Jam-: Swift, Short-Stop KiiiTii CiKEiiK, Center Field WiMT Bond, Right Field Uaisv Eggi.estiin, Left Field Basket-ball. KATIi: I ' .AXXIiKM.W, I I,tl-c. IBasMetlTrimeKa. Ai.i.n I,,h;i . Ki;;lii M, ,,,:s- K mj ,. Ki lu IM.N M( i; III KN. C-nin ii M i; v M(H,i)|., I.i-ll 111 I. A r.K(.H , rrnln- liicssii: Wonri.N, Kioiit M k.. |!it Wai.kick, Left Annii-; C.Rr.i-N, Center K. Ml Kaliiiikn, Captain and liusincjss Manasc-r. 56 ESTELLE O ' BERR TENNIS CLUB. MATTIE LOVE, Busmess Wan ager LIZABETH DINWIDDIE IRENE LAC- IRMA COBB LOIS LONG SUSIE MORTON. Umpire Tongue-Wagging Association. Ami 1. I-AN( km; V;ii;i;cl ill-Lbief rwMi Foul Medalist Kc.r.iKTA liiAc RsToN Time-Killer Annie Green l lith (Ireer Jr.sepliine (iilmdre He-sie Wooten Mary Shcrrill Marie LonR Matilda Steinmetz Annie Salzmaii Kessie liarnes Minnie Sparrow Myrtle Surratt I ' ansy Fctner Annie Clarl Hazel York Annie Kerner Katie Sikes Corinne Harper Nora Pugh Ping-Pong Players. jAMi:-, I ' . liu. vi.i:v, Ch.iiiipi.,,, Rackfl f. ' iilc; Miss Nanmi I INWII.IIII- l.Ol ISI : iMtANK III Hois K r. . Ilii 1 •:m:ian i:(. UM ,llss Si i niLX I i:ii Mt 1, M 111 KN Mi s .. Ki v Miss 1 .,.„ r„i,„ l.l.ssll M sll; M,, un -.Kll e K 111 Track Team. M M Ml l..iM , M,iii,i ' ,-r. K mm: Hii.i, M i)ii: Ai.i.iCN Jwi; SwiKT Al.K 1. I.ASC, i Ik.ma (_ni;l; Ha i;i. 1)(M,i:s Ki.i Ar.iiTii IJi.wviiiiiii: Maih.iicm; Wiiin: Liiis I.nxr, Mattik Hhi.t At Peace. We re all at Peace within these gates, No matter what may be our hates ! In this round world such can be said Of no class else, save of the dead, — And these may war in future states. But here while seasons mark their dates. And we are busy cramming pates Against the times that lie ahead. We ' re all at Peace ! What though her teeth some teacher grates. Or maid comes down with crashing plates. Or Joe comes up with wobbling tread ; Why, from the rats out in the shed Up to the power that holds our fates. We ' re all at Peace ! 3 The Tiger Eye. ]• I I-. K I h.icl laiil iiff ni hat and vra]is I liad timr to riDtice the nioiii W .i sii nid inc. A pleasant r. Kini it wa-s. with its ■ ild-fashi. .nvil uirnilurL ' 1,1 s|ll,ll ■ ' . fiinaiiis. The tall d .ii|--]m ,su-r lii-il. Iuiiil; with Swiss :-a] T , llu- (|iiaiin hii;h ili-esscr, llic mali ' ii;an rliairs and (-iiiaiaiuis 1miiii; c- yaxT an air .il ciiiiit.irt and diynit - and the lioul .if June rusus .in llu- -liin.il :di- lal.Ir lillr.l llu ' air with fragrance. . ' slrangc. I iImuliIiI, thai I sli.ml.l be a -ucsl hi:rc I kn -w ncilhcr ihc li.isi n..r llic Imslcs . and cl il snancl the ni. ist natural cxciil in the w.irld . h inolhcr ha.l li.-cn the cl..ses| fri.n.l .if l.anra ' ri.nrhnc when (he wer.- inrK. an.l later, when her clniiii was niarri. ' .l. inntlna- hail Keen the iiiai.l . if linn.ir. Then in th.ese .laws . ;f an iel when the .iiin- wile .u- ' t c liirlh (. i a hllle -irl an.l dieil. in ni.ither was wiih her t.i the last. . nil n. iw that Ayaiha was t.i h;i e a we.l.lin- .if her .iwn, I was asl.e.l t.i e.nne an.l he the chief l.ri.lcsinai.l I ha.l liear.l much iif the lu ' anix iif llii- rhihl .if iii in.ilhcr ' s frieml. an.l I w. m.ler. ' d as I l.mke.l ali.ml me if the r.:hiieii!enl sh.iwn was .if her taste. The inai.l interni]iteil in ih.mt ht. ■■ Mr. T.iniliiie asks if ,iii imH c.iine d.iwn ri-lit awa ? lie sa s he wants 111 see ..ii ■ ' ■■ I am rca.lx iLiw, 1 answerc.l. ■■ if .iu will sin iw me llie wav. Ah hesi -reeU-d me in the lihrarw He was slanilii!- Ii the ii|ieii wiii.l.nx wh.-ii 1 .■iilered. Me was tall and ,L;re dieadeij, with ]ileasanl fealnre and a qniet dii;iiin ihal ina.le iiie like him at .nice. ■■And Ihis is . liss I ' anhner he sai.l. lakiii- im liaii.l wariiiK. ' ■ ll.,w like .Minr m.ither uui are. iii dear! . h. she was a hue wninaii. . ii.l m ni .1.. well In lie like her. A I wife and she ere .yreal friends. She was mi1i iis when l.anra was lakeii frnin me. I can hardly liclieve it was tweiil years ai;ii. W.uil.l cm like I.I see 111) wifc s |,icliire? ■ ' I f.ill.iwi.l him 1.1 Ihe eii.l nf the mum. where the ]iaiiiliii,L; Iiiiiil;. My rescm- hlaiiee In ni mollier had eviileiitl carried him hack intn the davs nl the ]iast, and il seenie.l 1.. ielie e him n, lalk ,if his Inss. ■■ Is sh,- 11. Il l.,vel :- ■■ he asked, as I li.i.ked np at the hall-smihii- m.iuth and dark hair and iiiln llie eves that si-emed In shed a genlle sweetness uver the chaniher. ■■ ' I ' lial was ]iaiiiie.l afl.r we w.-rc marri. ' d. helnre tlmse last .la s when she lust her mind. Mid Miiir niiilh.r iw er lell . in almiu lhal xear? Jler mind 64 waiukTcd. you remember. She used to slip around the house Hke a Uttle shallow of herself. Strange, what ideas she had. There was a jewel in the family called ' The Tiger Eye ' that no one had worn for two hundred years because John Tourline was said to have come by it in no fair way. There w as talk of nuirder, and at any rate it had lain unused fur all those years. But she took a fancy to it ; she had it put on a little gold chain and wore it about her neck alwavs. I see it, I said, looking at the yelluw stone wliicli hung from a tiny pendant. It lias an interesting look. But the old man went on, unheeding. Your mother had on a grev dress nuich like yours tlie night Laura died. How it all comes back to me. Laura had lieen out of her mind three months. She had fantastic notions about the stdue. That day she fancied she saw a storm light in it. And when night came a storm did rise as she expected. It was an awful night. It makes me shiver even now to think of it. The thunder frightened her terribly. The rain almost roared, . bout three o ' clock a zigzag streak of lightning struck the west wing of the building near her room. She did not cry out. but trembled and clasped her hands. A ' e did all we could lor her. but it was no use. The baby came that night and she fastened the jewel round its neck. She died half an hour after. Even now Agatha acts strangely whenever a storm comes up. She seems almost wild at those times. It is probably a birth-mark she will outgrow when she is older. I had hoped Laura ' s mind would cinne back once if only for a minute but — well I sometimes think — He stopped abruptly, and turned tn the window, I Linked at the sweet face again. It seemed to smile as if it knew, ami knnwing, understood. When he spoke it was in a different voice. I will call for my daughter. She will be so glad to see you. She has been looking forward to your coming. And a few minutes later he introduced us — My daughter, Miss Pauline; Agatha, welcome Miss Harmon to our home. I knew I stood before the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I felt her Ijeautv even before I looked up. I felt her stateliness, her grace, her magnificent poise. A subtle refinement filled the atmosphere about her. She stood a Greek statue turned into buoyant flesh. But with the first flas h of admiration a singular chill struck me to the core. A peculiar shiver ran over my body ; intuitively I shrank a step back, then recovering myself I managed to reply to her cordial greeting. If I had expected her hands to be cold I was mistaken. I found myself wrong also in supposing her voice would have a metallic quality. It was as sweet and faultless as herself. But I was relieved nevertheless when my host said, kindly: I see Miss Pauline is faint after her travel. Carry her to her room to rest a while. 10 ' 65 That niglit when Agatha canit- into my chamber to ask if I needed anything liefore retiring, her pretty negligee fell hack a moment, disclosing the yellow jewel — changing, glowing, fiery! I started at the sight. There was something akin in her eyes and the pendant. There was something in their depths pecul- iarly connected witli the light of the stone. ( )f this 1 felt sure. I fell asleep and dreamed her eyes were changed to scintillating stones and that her shawl fell back to show a pendant of a Imiiuui cvc. The days flew by in a whirl of ])leasure. .Agatha and 1 grew to Ije firm friends. I forgot my first impression and learned to love lur for her unselfishness and .girlish simi licity. L ' a|)tain Stanley hail come from a distance willi many friends and the whole house was gi en over to their entertainment. . lr. Tourline was a royal host. The great house resoundeil with gayety. 1 fouml myself trans- formed into a butterfly. Shall I ever forget the nighl before the wedding? . gatha came into my chamber after the recejition and. clipping on our wrappers, we lav across the bed liy the open window and talked far int. ihe night. The moon shone in on her and lighted up lur face with a soft r.idiance. Her arms w ere rounil and white as ivory. Mer liair fell about her shoulilers. .Surely, I thought, no more lieautiful bride ever bh-- ed niort;Ll man . nd when she left me she bent sud- denly and kissed me. ■ 1 do not know wlix you have crept into my heart so, she said; 1 must have iuheriteil m - low for -ou, ( iooil-night. I ho])e a storm is not coming up. It wouhl spoil the wedding ila ' , I thought, .anxi(.usly. as 1 looked out .at the bl.ack clou.l In-ginning to rise and noted ihe sultry stillness. It may have been a low growl of thunder, it may have been the foreboding cilm, or the heat, or some other cause ; but whatever the reason, I opened my eyes soiue hintrs later, stiddenly, and with the uncanny feeling that some one was in the room. The mo(.n no longer sho ne in the window, but a black pall of storm enshroudeil me. W ith beating heart, I tried to jjierce the darkness. The little clock ticked slowly — fi e, ten, fifteen minutes passed while I lay with every nerve strained, staring into the blackness. Then the faintest rustle, scarcely perceptible, sent a shiver through me, and 1 sat up. ' • Who is there? I asked. The blackness grew blacker, the clock ticked on. Speak ! I said, again. Who are you? . little breeze, the first whisiier of the coming storm, blew against my cheek. The ticking of the clock sounded like a heart-beat. Then a shinuner of lightning ilhnnin.ited for an instant the tall figure of a xvouian in grey near the door. . gatha, is it you? I called, softly: then louder, . gatha ! .Vgatha! Why I rose and went toward the form I do not know; I think now I must 66 have felt compelled. thoug:h I was not conscious at the time of being- so. Strangely enough. I liardly wondered when she moved away and I followed her as one in a dream. I can not sav I was not afraid, yet I followed without resistance. As one in a dream. I rose and walked down the corridor; still dreamily I turned at the landint; and kept close to the woman in grey. Mechan- ically, I followed her across the servants ' hall, down the unused passage of the wing once struck 1) lightning;, and IrmjuiI to ,i part of the lioiise I had never been in before. .V low rumble of tlnnnkr made the woman quicken her steps, and I hastened on behind. At tin- third ilnor .she stopped and held it back for me to enter. I went in. . deatld silence l)rooded over the place. 1 stood quite still, waiting, for what 1 (Hd not kni w, the darkness wrap])ed about lue with smothering closeness. . flash of lightning, sudden and quick ami terrilile. shuwed me that I was in Captain .Stanlev ' s mom. lie lay with liis head thmwu back, bis tlu-oat Ijare. and bending over him — oh. it sickens me, it terrifies me to tell it — bending low was -Agatha with one hand on his mouth and one pressing his nostrils, lightly, gently, so that she did not wake the sleeper, but with a horrible firmness that meant death. Her shawl lay back, showing the muscles of her neck strained and taut. For a moment she stood, a black figure in the red glare. Then the light went out. A blind terror was leaping through my veins. I could not move nor speak. Was it God, or the grey woman, that touched my arm? With the touch caiue strength and courage. I called out : . gatha ! . gatha ! She turned, and in the dark her eyes shone and scintillated with a thousand lights. Blue and red and yellow and fiery thev gleamed, sparks in the blackness, tiger eyes, wiki with hate. The first crash of thunder shook the house to the foundations. Gathering herself together, she sprang upon me. And we fought — oh ! how can I tell how we fought ! How can T describe with human pen what was not human, but demoniac? Up and down, around and across the room we struggled, she clutching at my throat. Xow we were in a mad embrace, now on the floor, up in an instant, panting aloud or breathless, her C3 ' es ever circling about me, I ever on desperate guard, she crouching for a leap, I springing aside. . nd througli it all, crash after crash, roll after roll of thunder made the house rock from roof to sill. And blinding darts of light revealed the fiend face and streaming hair. The elements too had gone mad. The rain dashed itself in fury against the house. The floor heaved, the whole earth heaved. The roar of the storm was in full blast. An hour later I carried her, panting and unresisting, to her room and laid her on her bed, overcoiue, but not conquered. Then for the first time I noticed the grey figure in the door. It came forward and, motioning me aside, hovered over the girl. The woman took Agatha ' s face in her hands and looked down into f 7 her eyes. The grey lady shivered. At first I did not know what was passing, but suddenly I became aware that something strange and awful was taking place. I drew nearer and watched with an overpowering fascination. The grev figure was trcndiling. Then she threw lu-r mantle ' ifi anil 1 saw — the face of the picture in the liliraiy. I ' .iit ulial w.is site doing? What did it mean? The girl ' s eyes were gla ing. The colni- a lading. slo l the lijis turned blue about the cor- ners, (h-adually the hue nf death over-pread her whole face. Little by little her eyes became duller anil duller, diiiinier and still more dim. her form limp, th.ii rigid. She was dying before me. The woman in grey shook as with convulsion, but bent closer et o er ih. ' lace of her daughter, starim;. straining into the girl ' s eyes until I thought she would pour out her er soul ihrough her own. Then like a Hash it eaiiu- to me — she rcd.v pouring out her soul! She was gix ' ing awa her jiriceless boon to her child! Still lower she bent, and i saw one s] ark, one Hash, jiass from her eyes to her datighter ' s. Then the nioiher rose, luriied. ami was gone. Whether she walked out or disajipeared. I know not. It may be that she remained a moment or she might have vanished iinmeiliately. 1 do ii.)t remember. I never knew. I ' .ut she was gone. Her spirit no longer buo ed me u]i. and left alone, 1 sank in horror into a corner ,and stared ,il the girl. The blessed life was coining b.ack. . iaini d.iwn of color tingi ' d Hrst her lijis and then her cheeks, lier eyes closed ami .ii.ened nu, a .lim light o( life was in them. . little sigh came from her lips. And I crept from the room and stumbled into mv own bed. It is long |iast lireakfast-time, Miss I ' atiline. the maid w ;is s;i in:; w In-n I awoke; it is ten o ' clock. 1 thotight I had better call -ou. Thank you. I replied. Tell Mr. Tourlme I will be .lown in a few minutes. The rain was over, the sky clear ami the cheery sunshine poureil into mv x indow . . t breakfast that morning of the weddiiiL; da . lr. Tourline noticed with a pleased smile that Agatha ' s face was ha]ipiei than e er before. So sweet and .gentle it was, so filled with calm content. I alone midersiooil. ] stole iiUo the library to see the jiicture onei- more. The sweet smiling mouth was the same; the gentle chin, the round outlines were unchanged Kiit the e es. something had come o er them. The peculiar restless glint that . gatha ' s hail worn before lay hidden in their depths. . iid the |iainted tiger eye glowed with a new 68 lustre. For a long time I stood g;azing up at the portrait. No human artist had I)Ut that vague unrest in the eves. An angel, or a devil, 1 know iimI which, had touched the picture. A murmur of excited voices from the other room interrupted my wondering. Agatha ' s startled tone, The tiger eye — my talisman — oh. look! The stone had lost its brilliancy. It hung on her chain dull and colorless, a brown pebble. A bad omen, she said, anxiously; 1 can not tmderstand it. The electricity of last night ' s storm has changed its molecular ci nditi(jn, her lover told her. It often affects stones that way. It is quite natural. r.ut I should have felt the shock, and 1 slept all the night, except for a bad dream. she persisted, still unassured. I ' robablv a slight knock has chipped it, Mr. Tourline said. Btit she was not satisfied. I can not help but feel anxious. 1 had an awful dream, too. I thought I saw a nmrder and the nmrdered man ' s face was turned, and it was Stanley ' s. Do yon think the jewel can be connected with that? ' What a child you are. . gatha. her father frowned. Are you so super- siitiiius? The noise of the thunder was enotigh to distitrb your dreams. The jewel was chipped in some a . Vou must not allow such a little thing to disturb you. She was nut eutirelv reassured, but changed the subject and forgot in time the pebble stone in a whirl of dress and gayety. The splendid drawing-rooms, with their palms and roses, lighted by the soft glow of candles and pervaded with slow, majestic music, filled the guests with a sense of solemnitv. Before the rector. Agatha and Captain Stanley stood together. Ah, she was a queen! How regal, how stately, how beautiful I And her face, how changed ! A world of sweetness beamed in her eyes, a radiance of joy. So beautifid ! And her expression too is changed. See w ' hat love has done for her! a bridesmaid whispered. Yes, I said, in mv heart. see what love has done: not the love of lover for his dearest heart, nor of husband for wife, nor of friend for friend, but the love that is deeper and broader and higher and closer — the love that is all-sac- rificing and everlasting — the love of a mother for her child. Etta F. Pe. ce. 69 Scraps of Conversation. E. D. — ' When did Roose x-lt rirganize tlio Rough Riders? E. P. — I didn ' t know ht- was in the war. Miss M. — ' ■ Who founded New Orleans? Fannie Fort.— Montcalm. ( )h, uo, he didn ' t either; he fought in th French Revolution. New Girl.— W hat two literary societies are here? Lizzie S. — Sigma I ' hi Kappa and Ethiopian. JNIr. S. — hat d ies transpire mean? Susie ,M. and Irene L.— To die. Mr. S. liere was tile hattle of Stanif..rd liridge? Jr.— At the I ' .ridge of .Stamford. Mr. S.— Please ex].laiii ' llahit oi i )hservati,.ii ' as ap|i]ied to Literature. ' B. W.— Why, you shoul.l look sipiarc into the eyes of men and read them. ' Daisy E. (at tahlej.— Tliis steak is so full of hristle. Mr. S. — Where is Runnymede? Etta Peace. — At the bottom of the page. Teacher. — ■ho was our modern . meriean philosopher? Pupil. — Shakespeare. Mr. S. — In what way was iMary ' s succession a new rle| arture for Eng- land? Junior. — Site was the first female king. Acrostic. Far within the blue of heaven, Radiant Stars, I see you shine, All surrounding pale Diana, Numberless, and how divine! Key to all my spirit ' s longing, I know well where brighter are, Even outshining in their beauty Light of moon or light of star. O ! those eyes, divinely smiling. Underneath the locks of brown, — I can see them now in fanc -, Sweetly, shyly looking down. Every morning I think of them. Can I e ' er forget her face ? Rolling years, ye can not lessen Any memory of her grace. Love that never fades nor wearies, Love like this, I bear that face. E. M. D. Sigma Phi Kappa. X I ' F.1 ' .RI ' A] ' the twc-nty-eighth. George Washington, a young man ■ if L rcat |irnniise, k-il lo the marriage altar Madame Custis, a beautiful ami iiopular young widow of this community. EHzabeth Washington, sister ti ilie groom, was maid of honor, and Colonel Fielding Lewis ■-erved as Ijest man. When the curtains were gradually drawn haclc the slatolv tigure of the officiating clergyman advanced directly in front of the catliedral iirgan, where wa.x tapers shed a dim, religious light. To the strains of Mendelssulin ' s Wedding March the bridal party appeared from tile re.ir door. Two girls in white carried lighted tapers at the head of the ])rocession. after whom came the eight bridesmaids and eight groomsmen. Each couple separated before the high altar, the man ascending the right-liand stairs, and the lady, the left ; then both crossed in front of the minister and took their places in a semi-circle, . mong these eight couples we find the well-known names of the Due de I ' arquet, Dolly Madison, le Marquis de LaFayette, Nelly Custis, Benjamin I ' Vanklin, .Aaron LUut, Alexander Hamilton, and the Honorable I ' eter StirHng. Ne.xt came another cnuple in white, bearing lighted tapers and followed by tiie beautiful form of the maid of honor. After her came the bride, a vision of loveliness leaning on the arm of her father. She was clad in a pure white gown and wore a long veil. A diamond necklace adorned her neck and a crescent of the same stones sparkled in her hair. She carried a large bouquet of lilies of the vallev. The groom was dressed in the latest style from Paris, his clothes having been made to order by his Parisian tailor. His suit was blue with white Imse and a profusion of rich lace falling over his wrists and around his throat. The group around the altar presented a beautiful effect, each bridesmaid in blue being between twi) in pink and I ' lcc , ' crsa. After the cerenmnv a health was drunk to the newly married couple and then a minuet was led by the bride and groom and the Due de Parquet with the bride ' s mother, a remarkably well-preserved woman for her years. Among the guests were the following distinguished persons : Thomas Jefiferson, Janice Meredith, Francois LaFayette, Betsy Ross, and Miss Franklin. Refreshments of cream and cake were served and after the dance the party left, wishing the young people a happy married life. Marie Jean Paul Roch Yves Gilbert Motier, MARguis ue LaFayette. Wanted. I!y Daisy Egglcstoii — A finuilc king of France. By Etta Peace — A ddzcn lu-w frat pins. I ' .y Daisy Grey — J. Iv. F. By Edna McEaclicrn — Xot to sit on |)co])lc. By Elisabeth Houston — A Lambe. By- Saide Sloan — Something to eat. By Elisabeth Steele — Dreamy eyes. By Elizabeth Dinwiddle — .Starr Hogne. By Bennie Mc den — Annie Green. By everybody — A holiday. By Miss Page — Some toast. By Miss Duncan — An appetite. By Buena Spruill — A trip to Xorrrfolk. By Irene Lacy — A cause for ciniplaint. By Roxana Williani,s — . chin. By Miss Xannie — Welsh rabbits. By Mr. Stockard — More order in chapel. By Miss Sutphen — An explanation. By l- ' rankie Crall — Less p(jetry and more peace. i!y -Mice Langhorne — Twentv pounds less. By Mattie Holt — Coca-cola. By Susie Morton — The money to reiilace the camera. By Madie Allen — To be a Junior. By Ina Garrison — An easy grace of manner. By Katie Sikes — . graceful walk. By Evelyn ' room — Dorothy Manners. By both societies — To beat the other one. By Peter — To take a ten-cent drink ofT of somebody else By Katie Bannerman — To see Graham. By Annie Land — A few more studies. By Estelle O ' Berry — Permission to go home. 73 By Addie Lore — To play baseball. By Lila MacLean — To wear Lessie ' s hat. By Bessie Covington — Typhoid fever. By Julia Ethcridge — To make Christmas presents. By Mary Sherrill — To have a finger in the pie. By Irene Couch — To play tennis. By Blanche Heywood — A longer pigtail. By Matilda Steinnietz — Somebody to give Mowers to. By Mary Briggs — To be a musician. By Mary Dnghi— To skip English. By Winnifred — To be a society girl. By Louise Finley — To distribute samples. By Mimiie Sparrow — To looC amiable. By Mary ' intcrs — To shorten her skirts. By Sadie Elia.s— To play like Mr. Ilrawley. By Marie Long — Alterations in the Annual. By Hazel York — To overcome her boisterous disposition. By Lucy Haywood — To find out where the Philnsnpliv lesson is The Editors ' Trials. A ' TER four niontlis of editorial work and repeated discouragements, we liave come to tlie conclusion tliat we are the most persecuted and abused body of girls in the world. Let whoever holds a different opinion likewise lidld their jieace. ( )ne of onr number has just left the room after banging the dour, which latter act caused a shower of plastering to descend upon the unoffending craniums of the very same, and now amidst the choking dust and blinding molecules of plaster we seat ourselves, pens in hand, to write The Editors ' Trials. It claims no merit from a literary point of view, but it comes straight from six exasperated hearts. . fter a hard morning ' s work and many hagglings, we come to a decision and, bravely smiling, close our books and summon our failing strength to carry us up the stairs. When we reach the top we usnallv find several girls waiting to lynch us for something we have put in, or something we have left out (as a rule, they are not particular what sort of an excuse they scrape up). Surelv, the way of an editor beats that of the proverbial transgressor all hollow. ' e have learned one lesson by sad experience : that when a contributor promises to hand in her work in a couple of w-eeks, you may possibly see it after a time equal to five times the square of the cube of the date mentioned. For noticeable examples, see Ktta Peace — promised in (Jctober, fulfilled towards the last of March. - nother trial is the collection of photographs. ( )nce in a while some .Senior thinks her picture is not so beautiful as her own peerless countenance and says of course it wouldn ' t hurt just to leave her ' s out. To crown this, one of the editors breaks the camera and charges it to the , nnual. We are in hopes the railroads will give us ads. and pay in mileage tickets, so we may leave the country before the teachers and girls read the slams we have put in the book. Gentle reader, pardon our having for the moment parted from our editorial dignity and high soundings, but under the circumstances we feel that there is some excuse. E. D. and D. E. As It Seems. Wee crimson-tipped flower. 1km A C(ji;i: Has done with keeping birtlidays. Mm in II, .i i I love love. .S.mih S ii i ii ' ' Oh, voice that .speaks and o erconies. .Annm (.i;i i I must fret, forsooth. K.viiu.i i Smiiii Words, words ! nothing but words ! .M. ki! I. cm, It is difficult to grow old gracefully. Hhi.]-.. Bkciw.v Here too dwells simple truth, plain innocence. liVRD SiiiiOAK In form and moving, how express and admirable. Nora PufJH Thou cherub, but of earth. Miss Mt UK.w I can always leave off talking. (Ik.mi: Hkiiwn You know physics, something of geology ; matliematics is your pastime. MVHTLE SL ' KRATT So now 1 will try to sleep. JrsT AFTICR MosES ' None knew thee but to love thee. HelilX Easli-:v ' iVIan delights not me. Estkli.i; 0 ' Bi;rrv ' Set thy house in order. Ml.ss Naxnii-: ■ ' Do 1 carry the moon in my pocket? Mu. D. (When e ' ery one is clamoring to ha e a check cashed.) ' Are you still so fair? Etta PivAim ' I will be quiet and talk with you and reason why you are wrong. Annii; CJrkkx ' Art thou dumb? Madif. AI,l.l■: ■ ' Tender and true 1 am, l)ul savage 1 was. Biissii-; Wuote.s ' The muse forever wedded to her lyre. Miss Kugglks ' Ahorse! a hor.se I my kingdom for a horse! SlCN ' IOR Latin ' She can both fal.se and friendly be. K mA McEacheux ' I ain nothing if not critical. AxxiE Salzmax ' She speaks an infinite deal of notiiing. Ca.m.mie Short ' A noble type of good, heroic w-omanhood. Hazel Doles ' Ay, too gentle. (;ra(E Hitowx ' Her eves were clear and wild. Pi . Ri. I ' ahtix 76 Watawqua. X THF, bk-;ik cliff sI.h.cI at;i v(|ua. -rim and stL-rn, l.iokin.t; down at the gi-ir.m ' v and valleys belcu. The red t;lo of the sunset cast into bold relief the agile figure of the ouug Indian. From his fierce, ]iroud face and brilliant, flashing eye one might have thought that the whole thirty-five years uf his l ife held nothing Init triumphs for him. Hut not so; as he stood there now. a solitary figure among the rocks, he was thinking i)f the great sorrows of his life. Oberia had told him that the cleci i..)n was maile and that she and her aunt were going East. He remembered how her e es had sparkled when she was telling him that she was .going chiefly to study music — the great theme of her existence. Little did she think that when she took those eyes aw-ay the world would be dark for him. Little did she know that he thought of and watched over her night and day, and that he had risked his life for her more than once — how that night, just fifteen years ago. when the hostile tribes burnt the homes of the settlers, he had stolen to the newly-built hi me of Robert Dare, had warned him and carried his wife and child in his ar ms to a place of shelter; how he had given them his own wigwam to live in till they could build again. Ah. it all came back to him now! And with it, the old, gnawing pain. He loved Oberia now. but he had loved her mothe.r with an unspeakable love. She. Rowena, had no wdiite blood in her veins; she was of his people, his clan. He loved her when she was just the age Oberia was now. even when she, not know- ing his pain, had shown her fascination for the handsome young Englishman, ' who had played with her heart and then cast it aside, as a child tired of its tov. He had loved her madly on the fateful night when he had gone to the English- man ' s home and conmianded him to say that he loved Rowena. or that if he did not he would trifle with her no longer. His heart began to beat more hopefully when the Englishman tohl him that the next week he was going to Xew York, where his future bride awaited him ; Ijut how soon afterward did all hope leave him when the beautiful Rowena married Robert Dare, the Englishman ' s friend and companion ! Those davs were dark indeed for him. but ilarker still was the time when first the young mother and then the father had died, leaving little Oberia alone in the world. Then the father ' s sister hearing that she and her fortune were tnider no better care than an Indian ' s, came tip the little town. Wenachee. and took the child nmler her protection. Watawqua had been happv even to watch tlie bright young life : but now that jo ' was to be taken away from him. Mrs. Blake had decided that a little Indian town, away off in the mountains, was no |ilace to educate an heiress, so she was taking her to New York. Oberia. kmiuiiig nothing nf ' ala M|ua ' s bra ' e struggle, was haiipy, feeling that the .•imbitinn .if her life was now h. lie gratified. The journey, the city, the new home, and (he new acquaintances, all seeiued a dream of joy to the unsophis- ticated girl. .Slu- was eager to begin her study of music, .so she went immediately to the celebrated ukstein. He recognized in her the coming artist, and sou.ght to arouse lur iiUcrest as much as possible, lie talkeil to her of the great musicians, he tnhl lur of their private lives. ■■ - h. Miss Dare. he said, in his entluisiasni. nuisic is a graml theme, and H itli your voice — why you must give up everything for it if you would be a suc- cess; that would be hard, ' Xicht wahr ' ? No, said Oberia, I Iom ' nnisic. and it is easy to give up any ami every- thing for what one loves. . cli ! but I have kept yon a long time; there ' s Roger now coming for me. Sav, old fellow, how long have vou been waiting for me? The youn.g man who was a])proaclhng them, seeing ( )lieria. st.ijipcd and stared blankly at her lor a lew minutes, then seeming to recoiled hiiuself. he bowed politely and answered his friiiid ' s ipiestion. Her teacher having fonnil the ]iiece of nnisic he was searching for. she took it and left the studio. Say. llelfen, who is the new pu|iil? said Stuart to his frieml as soon as the girl was out of he;irin,g. Miss Dare is her name. She is from Wenachee. (. ' alifornia. She said her father was an Englishman, but her mother w.is an Indi.m, daughter of some chief with a wild-sounding name. . ch ! but she has a voice! .She is per-fect-ly beau-ti-ful ! saiil the younger man. with conviction. tVime now. Ro,ger. don ' t trouble your head alront the |)rett Indian girl. .She can take caie of herself. Let ' s have some dinner; 1 ,im dreadfnllv hungrv. Roger Stuart ' s father, John Stu;irt, li.id come to . merica when the gold mines in California were first opened, to make his fortune, and as is not generally the fact in such cases, he had made it. .So it is not strange that his son, a youn,g man, wealthy, high-born and hatidsome. was much thou,ght of in society. Rut Stuart was generally to be found wherever his great friend olstein was. there- fore, not infrequently we find him in the new pupil ' s pretty drawing-room. But Oberia was the new ]in|)il no longer. She had been studying zeal- sly for over a year, and womlerful jirogress she had made! Volstein himself ■r so often:- ' Drar ol,l W: .• u-ill know And ilaw- what ■ the tnith ;;iin at the vi M-ds: could have wished no better results. Madame Rumor said that he would have liked to put her on the stage, but that she had objected — which was f irtly true. Madame Rumor also said that ' olstein ' s bosom companion, Roger Stuart, was deeply in love with the beautiful young Indian — which wa.-- riilircly true. Was that so strange? .She was beautiful, dazzlingly beautiful; she was talented and she was original — so entirely different from the conventional vonng ladies Roger met at the dances and parties that lie attended. When he told her of his love, she was surprised. She had liked hini from the first, but she had been so engrossed with her iriusic that she had thou.ght of him verv little. Now, however, she realized that he was cliarming and that he added more to Iut happiness than she liad ever suspected. But why at this time did W.-itawijua ' s face come befon why did she always seem to see his sail eyes in her dreams? ' qua. she said to herself. 1 will write liini all about it. is best for me. And she did — she told him all. ' atawc|ua stood dazed, her letter in his hand. Slowly dawning upon him ; his little Oberia was in love. He looked a.e Roger Stuart, son of an luiglisbman. John . ' tuart. Yes, he nmttered through clenched teeth. ■ ' Stuart, that was the name. The wretch! He broke the mother ' s heart. Rowena ' s trusting heart, and now the son — . He shall not! — I say. he shall not! I will go to Oberia and tell her the story. She must know that a Stuart can not be ivoble. can not be honorable. He determined to go to Xew York and tell Oberia how her mother ' s love had been cast aside by the heartless young Englishman; and. knowing her unbounded prirle and her .ador.ition for her mother, he was cejutident that she would give up all thought of Roger Stuart. Notwithstanding the fact that it was night when he arrived in the city, he went immediately to Oberia ' s home, but only to meet disappointment. He learned from the footman that Mrs. P.lake and her niece had just left for the music hall, where. the footman proudl adiled. the young mistress makes her debut to-night. Watawqua was directed to the hall. When he reached the place he found it crowded; but he succeeded in securing a back seat in the gallery. He had not waited long before the curtain was raised, and there stood — was that the little Indian girl? That dazzling vision of beauty? Hardly believing his eyes, he leaned forward and gazed at the sparkling apparition of loveliness. How she had changed, and yet the same sweet, girlish Oberia ! The opening chords are struck and she begins to sing. There is breathless silence till she finishes. Then the people applaud madly. He watches her every movement ; he sees her turn to the row of boxes on her left and gaze earnestly into one. He leans over the 79 railing , ( agerly cnrlcavorinj:; to see tlie ncciipant of tliat liox. He sees Roger Stuart. Ah ! the fierce jealousy ! He l....ks closer, ami in the noble bearing, the open face, the clear eyes, he could find n.i trace of deceii. Watawqua was a good judge of character, and now he saw how utterly unlike Roger was to his father, and also how Oberia loved him. He was sure of that now. Did he not feel that she was sin.ging from her very heart, and did not her glances betrav that she was singing solely for ipne, and caring only for his applause? ■■ . h, he thought, what am I, a jioor Indian, to this brilliant, gifted uonian? ' He felt that he could never make her haiipy; and, above all else, he desired that she should be hajipy. He sat perfectl - Mill through tin- rest of the concert, but meanwhile a mighty battle w.is raging within him. |ealous and hatred and love, all struggled for master . .Man ,i wild plot surged Ihrongh his trembled brain, bnl in the end love trinm].hed. an.l he surrendereil everything. ' es. he u-onld leave her : she should never hear her mother ' s storv ; he woni.l kee]) locked in his own lu-art his tierce, hopeless love; he v inl(l go back to the moun- tains, back to the little town, Wen.achee. back to the bleak cliffs, and there among the rocks, high up where the eagles build their nests, he would struggle against his sail loneliness. I ' beria nnist be happ ' . D.MSv D. Ecni.icsTriN-. Valentine Party. Erosophian Literary Society to the Sigma Phi Kappa. 1-I ' .r.l l K ' llu ' f.purUi-nlh i1k- Erosoi hian Literai SMcicly iiivitcil the Siijnia I ' hi Kapjias lo lir its quests. Cupid, an luiiuiiarv nK ' iiibi. ' r of our socictx , ami one wIkp has ever taken a special interest in our affairs, had jinmiised to lirin ; a uiunber of his favorite subjects to pose for the entertainment ol .mr ijuests. though ' alentine ' s evening is an unusually busy time with him. The invitations went (Jin on pink and white hearts with little pink pencils tied on them ; . series of tablcau.x was shown of the following order: Romeo and Juliet ■ . ■ D.Msv Eggleston . Ni) Fkankik Crall Punch and Judy - . . Lessie Graves and Mattie Love Ellen Douglas and Malcolm (nacme . Maidie Allen and Lila MacLean David Copperfield and Dora Katie Lee Banks and Donnie Royal King Coplietua and the Beggar Maid Helen Brown and Elisabeth Hou.sTON Joe and Professor Baer Savdie Richardson and Etta Peace Lancelot and Elaine Hazel Doles and Katie Lee Banks Gabriel and Evangeline Saide Sloan and Louise Blue Elisabeth Houston and A. and M. Hoy .... Daisy Eggleston and Willie Pemrerton Hiawatha and Minnehaha Etta Peace and Lena Redmond John Alden and Priscilla Louise Frank and Adtie Fields Pyramus and Thisbe Buena Spruill and Katie Sikes Cleopatra and Antony Evelyn ' room and Lillie Pair Guesses as to the characters represented were written and signed by the guests on the cards and Miss . nnie Cireen, as the most successful in her answers. received a lieantiful prize of a liaiKlsomely-hmuiKl book. That ( Hil Sweetlieart of Mine. Queen (, leo|iatra Uien presided over tlic ))ost-olfiee. wliere valentines had lieen slipped in f ir nian friends, and dispenseil flowers, notes, eards. boxes of candy, and man - deH,s; htfnl little yifts to those so fortnnate as to have lovers in school. Refreshments of fruit punch and lieart cakes, decorated witli our monofjram, were served bv the caterer, Du,a;hi. Then the room-bell scatteied into flight, and we dreamed all night of hearts and fruit punch and Dughi and Juliet. E. F. P. Senior Class Dinner. Toast : To Our Guests ! ' Response, by Rev. H. Tii. kkk Graham, of Fayetteville, N. C. Yl ' l K fjenial prcsiduin evidently lias not discovered what a diffident young man I am, or she would not have imposed upon me S(_i em- liarrassinij a task as attempting to speak before this charming .gath- ering at such a time as this. Besides, I am not accustomed to addressing ladies — not, at least, in such large nuinbers. I did not even address ni} ' wife. When the critical moment came I simply said a little something and she said a little something, and that was all. And now when that sweet wife of mine finds that I have taken advantage of her absence and am addressing myself to all of these pretty girls at (ince, I am afraid there will be no more ' Peace for me. But perhaps your president has some methnd in her madness. . little while ago I showed her a very suggestive picture in the Art Room, an affectionate young couple caught in the rain, the ardor of their mutual admiration unchilled by the falling showers, and so she wishes to get even with me and punishes my excess of knowledge, then, by exposing my ignorance, now . Your graduating class lias interested and charmed .me greatly. Of course, in beaut} ' of feature and loveliness of character, in native talent and acquired learning, they are but tyjies of what all the fair daughters of Peace are and are to be. But this Senior Class impresses me as being singularly complete in all respects, ready for any emergency, and equipped for any situation in which fate or fortune luay place them. If for e.xample, like Mr. Dinwiddle ' s friend and contemporary, jNIr. Robinson Crusoe, you shovild be cast together upon some desert isle, you would never be in danger of falling a prey to anarchy, because you have a Law unto yourselves. Moreover, our desert sojourn would be not only relieved by the tender memories of your . lma Mater, but illumined also by the sweet and gentle presence of your Alma Marsh. If you feel that you are threatened by that pervasive and perverting spirit of coniniercialisTii nf wliicli llie orator sijokr so cariu-stly this morning, yon have one who will guard yon aj ainst this Mercc-(r)-nary trnik-ncy, and pointing you to better things, will nobly lead tlic way. If with that love for the lieautilul in nature and in art, wliicli is so marked a trait of your sex, you find yourselves longing fur simie means of outward advancement, your desire can readily be gratified, for you have within reach one oi the rarest and lii eliest I.aeys that the eye of man has ever beheld. ■■ Althougli these delieinns ianils with which the tables of Peace are so amply spread will be no longer accessible to you, allli ' .ugh ' .Mr. William and his alile corps of assistants are lost to sight, though still, we trust. ' [• nieniorv dear. ' vet you need not be disquieted with the fear that star ati.in will overtake ( u. for you have ainong your members uuv ]vi. fmni her N.mth u]i. has jieen a liaker of acknowledgcil cleverness and skill. ■• More.iver. even tin High tlie royal nrder of ' jianister Sliders ' has vanished from the earth, and the ' ( lyni ' i-- too far away for ghostly midnight feasts, if the heart still clamors for association and anuisement a- of old, von can inst ' Jovner llurton ' .Mathematics t ' liil). and ni;ike tliat charnung leadership ])e happv ever- more. lint I can not close without giving earnest expression to mv appreciation of the kindness and courtesx which have been extended me l. v the facultv and students of Peace. It has lieen a jileasure and a privilege to Iil- here. These days have passed sweetly and swiitix away. Init the memorv of them will long abide in my heart. 1 have been gratified to .see the spirit of unit ' and lo alty among the stu- dents, and to know of the Ingh religious tone that per ' ades the school. The work is broaii and thorough, yel the standard of scholarship high. ■■ . s I mark these ihmgv, ,ind rejoice in them, I can read xvith new mean- ing, the wonls of the wisest of the ancients: ' Wisdom ' s ways are ways of jdeasantness, and all her j ullis arc peace ' 84 Class-Day Resolutions of Class of 1902. Resolved— 1. That Mr. I )in vicl(.lio jircscnt his cane as a souvenir to the gratlnate witli the liighest honors, 2. Tliat no one he allnwed to uutd(_) tlie Seniors in dignity — not even tlie Freshmen. 3. That no pupil lie allowed to receive a grade of lOO on more than three studies. 4. That Miss Murray he sentenced to work her own originals. 5. That no Peace girl skip more than two recitations a day, 6. That Air, Stockard ' s hat be requested to give its memoirs every year, 7. That no student scream when she sees a Mouse, 8. That no Peace girl wear a train before she is seventeen, 9. That Mr. Stockard be requested to give harder English exaius. 10. That no Peace girl eat more than five pounds of candv a dav, 11. That no Peace girl exceed her monthly allowance more than a quarter, 12. That Miss Page never be allowed t(j speak English, 13. That no Peace girl slide down one of the large columns in the front of the building, 14. That no Peace girl write tn an A. i ,M. hoy more than once a day, 15. That Mr. Dinwiddle tell no more jokes in Philosophy. 16. That no girl be allowed to take more than ten studies in addition to Instrumental and ' ocal music. Elocution, . rt, a nd Stenographv. We mean this as no reflection on A ' our capacity, but the time is too limited. 17. That iNIr. Dinwiddle be requested to give holiday — In September for the Equinox. In October for the entire Fair Week. In November for Thanksgiving Day, In December, two weeks for Christmas. In Januarv for New Year ' s Day. In February for Washington ' s Birthday. In March for inauguration, or another Equinox, In April for Easter, In May for JMemorial Day, Besides these, holidays on an average of once a day will be appreciated, 85 Research Questions. 1. WIktc docs GcTti-ude Dills live? 2. What does Mattie Holt spend weekly cm l )ut;lii? 3. What does Lillie Heilig like to eat? 4. How much does Edna McEachern study? 5. Where does Mary Moore get so many Bowers? 6. For whom does Myra Moore wear monrning? 7. How does Irene Lacy like Elizabeth Burton as lieology teacher? 8. Why did Annie Green wear her arm in a sling the day Irene Lacv wore her foot in one. y. How many silk dresses has Lessie Graves? 10. How many Chapel Hill boys came to see ns November 8t!i? 11. Whom does Byrd Seegar hate? 12. Does Miss Nannie prefer Belgian hares to Welsh rabbits ? 13. How many fraternity pins d ies Etta Peace wear at the same time? ' 14. Why don ' t people drown lobsters? 15. Who does Sally Anne Johnsing like best ' 16. Why does Aunt Adelaide feel sorry for Whit Bond? 17. Why is Nellie Smith so fond of traveling? 18. When is Elizabeth Dinwiddle most given to singing Bill Bailey ? 19. Wh} ' does Bula Brown like to keep library? 20. How many people can Miss Cole report in the space of one minute? 21. Why did Bessie Wootcn pray so long the night of January 26? 22. Why did Margie Scott run up the hack stairs after being initiated? 23. Why did the plaster fall in the Senior Room ? ' Xupid and Kodak. THE north-bound train side-tracked at the httle station of X- to allow the east-going vestibule to pass, a young man with a kodak in his hand, stepped out upon the platform of the rear car. Jack Howard, for such was the man ' s name, was a wealthy New Yorker who for the past two or three years had been one of the leaders in the social life of that city, but whii prided himself upon his utter indifference to all girls, and who, tiring of all forms of society, had fur a uionth or twci been out on a kodakint; expedition, in the ' estern part of . merica. Now on his return trip, he had only one film left, and was undecided which of the views to take, when he caught sight of the east-bound train coming uii from the rear ; instantly, ho decided that his last picture should be this train, as it sped through the narrow mountain passes and wound around the curve. ■hen Tack looked down to focus the scene, his eyes met those of a beautiful girl, who. cjn the platfurm of the last car of the retreating train, was also bending over a camera. Snap went two kodaks, and in a second two heads were raised to get a parting glance at the other ; but too late, for just as the last car of the eastern train swept around the curve, the northern train shifted to the main track, and was soon far on its way to New York. The first thing Jack did on reaching home was to develop his pictures, for the vision of the fair voung face, smiling through the lens of the camera, had set his heart on fire, and for .lays and nights he had been unable to rest for .thinking of his ■■ Kodak Girl. as he called her. Of the many pictures he took, only a few were good, but among these few was one of a tall, slender girl bending over a camera. The longer he gazed at this picture, tlie surer he was that the heart of the indififerent, fickle Mr. Hiiwar l. of New ' i)rk. was won. and by this unknown girl. To find her was the one aim uf hi life now; liut how and where was the Ijroblem to be solved, and to be solved withoiU the aid of a single clue? For months and months he haunted dances, teas, and receptions, hoping to find her. but all in vain, and now he had given up all hope. One day in the fall , ' ste])hen P.lair. one of his chums, came to his rooms, and on seeing a girl ' s face framed in silver, sitting on his desk, exclaimed : I did not know you knew Dorothy: when did she send you this? Jack ' s heart beat wildh ' as . Stephen uttered these words. Now at least he knew her name ! 87 Why, haven ' t ymi scl-ii thai lu-fcn-c? I j ot it (hiriiii; tin- siinuiicr, he replied, while he lunged, hut dared not, tei ask more about this mysterious IJorothy. Soon alter this he was invited to a reception to meet a Miss Dorothy Evans, and again his de.id ho[Ks were revived, and he waited impatiently for the day, nay, for the hour to conu ' when he should see her; but again he was to be dis- appointed, for instead of the laughini:; ' brown eyes, which he so longed to see, he met the cold greys of a lady of about thirty, who regarded him with utter disdain. When he left that night, his heart was sore and heavy from this last disappoint- ment, and he mentalh resolved to give up all society life, for it no longer held any charm for him, until he could find his Kodak ( nrl. ( )n reaching home he found a dainty little note awaiting him, directed in his cousin ' s handwriting. ricking it up. he read the following; DivAK |. rK ; — I write to know if my popular cousin r.iii sjiare me : few hours this even- ing? I have one of my Southern schoolmates visiting me. and 1 am countinti on you to help me give her a pleasant time. Won ' t nu; ' So come around this e ening if possible, for I am so anxious for yon to meet her. Oins. m „,),.- Howard. Of course he must go. as . l.iude li.id askeil him to; but he sighed when he thought of another weary e eiiing to be spent in iille talk and laughter, while his heart was far aw.i with l)(n ' othy. Not slo]iping to ring or send in a card, Jack entered the parlor of his aunt ' s residence the ncM evening, expecting to find Maude and her guest there, but seeing that the room was empty, he turned to ring for a servant, when the sound of voices in the back parlor attracteil his attention, and slo|iping to listen, he heard a clear, sweet voice sav ; ' ' es, girls, this is the onh one of m kodak piet n-es which was any g iod. and I have worn it in my locket e er since 1 de elopcd it; see. isn ' t he hand- some? Why. l)orothy I ' .lair. you ilon ' t mean to say you have worn the picture of a man in your locket whom you have never seen, an d whose name iui do not know? exclaimed two or three voices at once. Ves, I do, replied the first voice. and 1 intend to we.ar it until 1 find him. fcjr he is the only man in this world for me ! Thinking he had eavesdropped too long, jack parted the portieres and quietly entered the room, and there in the center of a group of girls stood the girl whose face had become so dear to him dining the last few months, and whiun he had given up all hopes ' of ever seeing. Then Maude, seeing her cousin, exclaimed; ( )h I Jack, I am so glad you could come. Dorothy, this is Jack, of whom you have heard me speak so often ; you two must be the best of friends, for T am so fond of you both ! Then their hands and eyes met. aufl the work which w:is begun by a kodak was finished by Cupid. S. D. Morton. ' ' Wan ted—. 1 Ch ape ran Given by THE DRAMA TIC CL UB at PEACE INSTITUTE Friday Evening, larch 20, igo3 DKJM.rr S PERSON. ii Mlis. •rRA l■:K Miss AiiniL- Creen Miss I.vdi a Thamcks Cuiiiisni i.ii (liei- nieoel ' . . . . Miss Lciis I.ouk A.NNKI 1 i; itlie makll , , Miss Daisy Egglestoii Mk. Aij,K MiKcHisdN ... Mr. James P. Brawlcy Monk A i 1 Miss Kli aljetli Uinwiddie [ Mr. Miirchisun ' s domestics ] RirHARIJsl ' .Miss SiiAKi ' . Miss Kdna McKaclicrn MU. iKAVIJiS AM)(;iKSTS MIT UlCI-dHI. Mi;NTl(IM-I) Misses Swift, liailks, Hill, Scc.lt, Steele. Unit, (.ul.li, and l-;aslL-y Ti.ME — The present. Plaik — New ' ork City. ACT I Si tNK I. — Dressing-room in Mrs. Travers ' s residence iCIiristmas eve). .S( i.NL II. — Sitting-room in the home of Mr. Miirchison. ACT II .ScENi-: I. — The Travers breakfast-room. ScKNi-; II. — Drawing room in the same house ifoiir months later). STACK MANAGERS, MISSES E E I. E O K A X D I. O ! ' E For Rent. Peace Calendars. Alice LanylK. rue ' s lilack , ' Susie .Mill-ton ' s ■■ Hiisy sis jNIiss Ruggles ' s trunk. Lassie Graves ' s green hat. Monday ' s soup. Miss Nannie ' s advice. Mary . nn ' s Ilani-biler. . iiiiie Kerner ' s grnans. . aiile Sloan ' s I. ...tliaclie. r.ula I ' .n.u-n ' ' - nose. Lillu ■ I ' an- ' s 1 on- skirl Kntli lanit ■ .Mcl ' lle . eoml-nsc. rson ' s ,.lat. Miss I ' a-e ' s I .-lothes. Katie Lee I ' .anks ' s tender voice. Alinnie DiUs ' s opinion. I ' .ynl Seegar ' s likes and .lislikes. ar stories. Say lie Richardson ' s diai hragm. Elizabeth Dinwiddle ' s Sunday-sch ' lol Edna McEachcrn ' s sarcasm. Etta Peace ' s Synol Soap. Mattie Love ' s red skirt. Bula lirown ' s tunes. Church collection. Lois Stanley ' s minuet ste]i. Your friends ' stamps. Madelene White ' s self-]iossession. Discords at prayers. May Fulford ' s permission to go out. Margie Scott ' s Raglan. Mr. Dinwiddle ' s hynm-book. April fools ' brains. Miss Sutphen ' s e.xtra foot of height. A Leaf From the Wayside. C-p: IXISHl-:i)! Finislicd! fell frnm tlie- lip of tin.- ;irlist as Ik- traced with I in liis brush the last tjraceful curve on the canvas Ijefore liini. then rclaps- J f ing- into a deep an l profound reverie, studies his work with mingled pleasure and ])ain. I or a long- time he remains motionless — like a statue cut in marble— contemplating the iiiclin-ed face that had grown daily under his skilled hand, and is at last complete. A radiant joy at first lighted up the pale countenance of the oung artist as he gazed, for the time oblivious to all things else; but scjon a convulsive twitching of the muscles, a compression of the stern lips, tell of deep emotions that are stirring the greatest depths of his soul. What on the canvas before him has the power to move him so e look over his shoulder and read the secret of his life. ' T is the face of a beautiful woman, perfect in every detail, that looks forth ready to speak to you. Beautiful with a divine light of heavenly joy lingering there, with a world of tenderness and love trembling on the sweet lips. One short year ago and those same lips smiled awav dull care for him; one short year ago a paradise was his, and now- all is changed. She. whose face smiled at him frotu the canvas now. thought he. lay sleeping in the cold green arms of the silent dee]). With the poet he could cry — Ah, what is life ' : ' T is but a passing touch upon tlie world : A print upon the beaches of the earth Next flowing wave will wash away, a mark That something passed; a shadow on a wall, While looking for the substance, shade departs; A drop from the vast spirit-cloud of God, That rounds upon a stock, a stone, a leaf, A moment, then exhales again to God. The shades of evening steal on and the purple twilight fills the studio with lurking shadows ere the young man is roused from his reverie. Then rising to his feet, he gives one long, lingering glance about the little room, stumbles out into the street, caring little whither his footsteps may lead him. He wanders aimlessly on. heedless of footsteps behind him, coming nearer and nearer every moment, until almost overtaken. He finds himself in a lovely spot now deserted 93 by all save nature ' s worshipers, for indeed it is a place where poets might dream. Surroiuided bv all the beantifnl in nature, he feels that at least he can rest here. The fading lights of the dying day tinge every nook with a tender sadness sooth- ing to the timiult raging within his breast, and ho falls down upon the grass under the clear, smiling heavens. . fncitfall near, a liglit touch upon his slioulder, again rouses him. and rising, he finds himself face to face with a woman — a stranger, yes — but how familiar ! What chord does it strike? He looks curiously at her, and looking, behold! a strange light comes into his eyes, the warm blood tingles in his veins, and a feeling of one about to fiml something long lost thrills his very being. Then recovering himself, he is aliout to ask lier mission, when liis fiwn name falls from her lips in a strange, hoarse voice — George! At tliis he starts back aghast. What familiar tone is this that falls on his strained ear? A thought, like an electric spark, flashes througli his mind — he staggers, reels — alas, it can not be! Rut again the sweet voice, heard so oft before, calls — ■ and this time there is no hesitation, no doubt ; and two whom Fate had strangely sundered are as strancelv reunited. H- zel Doles, Tickled!! Mr. S. — Wlio was King of Franco in this period? D. E. — St. r.arthiilomc v s day, Edna McEachcrn. — Who wrote Lonnsbury ' s History of the Entjhsh Lan- guage? Teacher (calhng roll). — lUtla llrown. lUila.— X Y + Z. Teacher (calling roll). — Etta Peace. Etta. — Oxidized. Girl (ordering pictin-e frame). — I want it perfectly square, nine by eleven inches. Helen Brown. — Isn ' t he smart to be able to teach voice and vocal too? Jr.— H„0 + CO,— Fresh, — What are vou stndvina; — chemistrv or science? Etymologv Pupil. — What is Trigomutery? Xew Girl. — Do vou always have to go to the confirmatory when yoii ' re sick? Girl (riding on street car). — What is the fare? Conductor. — Five cents. Girl. — Is that all? ' hy, then I ' 11 come again. r.yrd S. — Di n ' t thc - make a lot of noise bringing up trunks on the refrigerator? Fads. (iL-uiiii; lioiiiesick. The Jcihnsiii;;- Fiimbly. Fall liats. I ' ing-poiiK. Talking al.oiit tliL- fair, liasehall Tal.k- Walking. Scrapping with thu Kditdr.s (.(liiiM- home Clirislmas. Falling ill line. Backbiting. iMis.sin;; at Fditiirs. Flinch, Sitting for pictures. Scrapping with ICilitors. f.ong .skirts irefer to Saidc Sniithi. ( letting i n the privilege Skip] ing. l- ' lirlin- Buying out I Jiiglii. Kill Bailey. Cruml.ling, Courting lor Washington ' s liirthday. Scrapping with lOditors. Sending ' alentines, C.ucssing who sent them. .Making candy. Standing ICnglisli K.xaniinations. Tennis. Shirtwaist-suits. Trains for Commencement. Scrapping with ICilitors. Scrapping with Kdilurs. 96 The Children ' s Page. (Il ' ith ( { ' ••logics to the Christian Ohscnrr.J Dear Editors : I am a littk- girl niiutccn yi-ars old. I liavc a jK-t. lis nanu- is Jane Swift, [t lil i-s cancU. I fc-c- ' d it mi candy It is real pretty. Please publish tins, as 1 want In surprise my mama. Your little friend. Evelv, ' roo-M. Dear Editors : I go to school and take care of my little friend, who is not very old. Her name is Bessie. I read yonr pajx-r and like ihe Children ' s Pat;e so niiicli. My mama looks forward to the time when the ])ai er conies. I write letters to the Stone Printing Company, and mania says I can write real gcjod. She doesn ' t know I am writing this and please don ' t throw it in the waste-basket. Your little friend, Minnie Lou Kellv. Dear Editors: I go to school. I love my teachers very much. es])eciallv the president. I wrote a poem to him and it was pnlilished in two jiapers, the Har;-csli-r and the Light. I am sure I shall be famous some day if I keep on trying. I always try to do my duty, but I don ' t like coca-cola. I love to talk over the telephone, and I keep library. I am real proud of it. The other night I slept between two of my roommates and I dreami)t I was smothered between two bales of hay. Sincerely yours, Bl ' l.v Rokekia Crowx. Dear Miss Editor: I am a little girl from 1 )illsboro, t ity miles the other side of . sheville. I go to school and love to sing;. ( )ne night 1 played a piece and I took up the piano stool and it came to pieces and I was scared and I giggled right out loud. It scared nie because I am so timid. lama calls me her angel-child and I help her wipe the dishes. Your interested reader, GiiUTKiiu; Dii.L?. lo 97 Dear Miss Editor: I am a little boy. My name is Peter. I go tcj sclino l. I study hard. Ma says maybe «lieii I ' m a man I ' 11 be I ' resiiUiU. 1 love mv ma and m - sister Sally . nn, Imt my ]ia don ' t j;i e me many tliini;s. I put on my first pair of pants last month. Ma said I was tm, ] ' to wear dresses any more. I can fish and eat piitatnes. 1 had a pet named Lnuise b ' rank. but it ran away. T cried. I want tliis to surprise my little playmate. ' n n• little reader, Pi;ti;u Stikt.ixg. Dear Editor: I .so to schiK.il :[ud I write poetry. Here is a piece that I wrote. I Impc you will print it :is I want to surprise my teacher: Spring has come, and don ' t you guess Mosquito-net can be our dress ? Go up-stairs, your jacket get. Don ' t you know ' t ain ' t summer et ? ' ' Your earnest reader, Katie Hii-l. Little Nannie ' s Mission. nil. I ' , . . X. lh: lived in a iilace with a lot of big .girls. They were all very sweet to little Xannie and loved her because -he was little: but the big girls didn ' t know as nuich as little Xanni.- ilid. liecause she had been living with grown-up peoi le all her life. So every b in- day when the big girls came to see Iter she would tell them what vas riglit and how thev slupuld act and what they should wear. This little ,giid had very good ideas about dress ;[nd she was ijarticularly .inxious that all the big girls should wear tasty shirtwaist suits. So the l)ig girls went home and told their mothers all that their wise little frieiiil had s:[id and tlieir mothers collected the shirtwaists and skirts and twisted and lurneil till they got for each .girl a skirt and waist to match. Easter morning ' dawned bright and clear. Xannie- was verv happy, for that (lav she walked at the head of a h-ing line of girls, all their faces ami hands spot- lessly clean, and every one ' if them arr:iyed in a brand-new, made-over shirt- waist suit. And now. children, jierhrips there is a missiou for you res well as for little Nannie. Even children can do a lot to make the world brighter and better. 9S Just for Fun. B. . S. — I can ' t put anv nniiK- in collection to-day because I haven ' t any change less than a penny. Senicir. — Let ' s liave oin- class night in the evening. Student. — How many sea-pupil ilaniors are there? EHzabeth D. — What a cute little contraption! Cigar Cutter.— Click ! Elizaljetli D. — Ctcc ! It isn ' t as cute as I thought it was. Girl. — May I go down town? J Iis5 Nannie. — No, indeed. Girl. — ■■ I don ' t believe I want to go after all. Easter Excuse. — I can ' t go to church : I ha en ' t a shirtwaist suit. Ask Irene Lacy when she will understand certain pnints in Pliil(iso]ihy. Mr. S. — ow libserve this magnificent apiistro|ihc ! Pupil. — There s onlv a conmia in mv hook. M. W. — Isn ' t England a very fuggv town? Irma Cobb. — I can ' t plav tennis because there ' s a tack in my tennis shoe. Show me the way to go home. — .Alice Langhornc. l e in the cha|)el Mr. P.rawlcy Each morning doth intone ( )ur little organ till all Raleigh ' ibrates in um ' son. When (|uick the thunder is suspended To the far wail of a cat, And we are left with mouths distended — Oil, girls, where are we at? y9 Girl. — Here is the grandest poem bv Burns! Her Friend. — Did Mr. Stockard write it? Teaclier. — Alenli.m a faniuns American poet. Ruth Pilsun. — Milton. The heater jiijies Imrst uilli a roar. Girl.— ISrini the nuKila-e ipiick an.l I ' 11 .stoji them up. M. L. K.— •• I.Mi ' t this a pretty picture of Maler Dolorosa? D. Royal. — ' ■ Ts that the name of the man who wmti it? A. D. G. (liHilving at Eroso])hian invitations . — ( h, the dear httle valen- tines ! Teacher. — What is man? Pupil. — ■■ A two-legged quadruped. I Why do Kalir Hill. FJizal.eth Dinwiddie. F.velyn ' niom, and Bvrd See.Ejar feel for each other so? Peter, do not waste your smooclies on the desert air. Y 5 ' Answers to Correspondents. I Willi al o ogics to Liujii-s ' lloiiu- Journal, etc. J Mary Winters. — It is not necessary to sliorteii your skirts. Ik-k-n r.rown. — Try hot water as an aiuiilnie f.ir the niissionarv s|)irit. Evelyn rooni. — Wliatever (in .l.i, ilnn ' t let her knnw you are in love. rUtla. — Persevere with Nnur poetrx-, ni - dear. Bessie C. — rerhap if v.m useil a feather-heil instead if a rat yon nii,L;ht set yiinr ])oni])a(l(inr higher. Inquirer. — lla -e yoiu ' Raster clothes made tip in shirtwaist suits. Lois Long. — Wdn ' te is to he predoniinatini; n.lor for winter wear. . nnie ( .reen. — Try tn coni|uer your rude manners. Don ' t alwavs preach to people of their faults, and the - will line mi hetter. ' ear your skirts a little longer; it is alniosl time you wore them tonchiny. Miss Cole. — ' es. by all means report them. r.uena Spruill. — Write and inquire about the calendar. Perhaps nur friend never received it. The High and Mighty Pantomime Association of Peace Insti- tute, Raleigh, North Carolina, Wake County, United States of America, Western Hemisphere. April 11th, 1903. DRAMATIS FERSON.+:: Mr. Dinwiddie Euzabkth Dinwiddie Miss N. C. Dinwiddle Htta Phage Mr. Stockard Kate Hii.i. Miss Ruggles Elisabeth Houston Miss Page Minnie Lou Kelly Miss Sutpheii Annie Land Miss Murray Katie Leh Banks Miss Cowan Daisy Eggleston Miss Duncan Jane Swift Miss Cole Whit Bond Mi.ss Jones Gertrude Dills WHEN IN NEED OF BOOKS OF ANY Kixn, OR NICK STATIONKRV CALL, OR SKNn T() Alfrrrt WtUtautb ' $c (Cn. A iif )■,.«;- ; ' , .. ;■ -!,■ Siipl li.-.l li-itliniit Delay Agents for Lastman Kodaks uiul Supplies Sterling F o n n t a i n Pens c u R R E s r o X n e x c e o L I c I r E n ALFRED W I L 1. I A M S C O M P A N Y Hunter Bros. Brewer ucctssors to DANIEL Al.LEN .1- CO, Dealers in LADIES ' GENTS ' ami CHILDREN ' S Fine Shoes pv 2IO Fayettevii le Street RALKiair, NORTH CAKOI.IXA Wenthen ' Utity P iff lire Frames and .Irtists ' Materials RA J-:iGH, NORTH CAROLIXA W H AR TO N THE PEOPLE ' S POPULAR PUSHING PROGRESSIVE PHOTOGRAPH ER Not how Cheap-, Intl Jioi ' Good and Up-to-Dale. It Pays to Get the Best Crowe Us Ton Kn o ' uc the Place M. Rosenthal Co. (Sroccrs Boy Ian. Pearce Co. Nos 206 and 208 Fayetteville St. RALEIGH, N. C. % _ WE L W A - . . A R R V T H E HII.HES ' CRAHE 1IRES (Will IS AX I) M I I I I N E K 136 Fayetteville Street RALEIGH, XORTH CA RiU.I X.l FURNISHING COMMENCEMENT DRESSES K ( 1 R SCHOOLS A S P E C I A L T - § ta ar (gas attb W. H. King Drug Co. ?ilrrtrir (En. DRUGGISTS 124 Fayetteville Street Raleigh, N. C. i: ' KRvriii (; ix thi-: ukiic, li. i-: I.NVITK YOf TO CAI.I. BY riiiLi. 1 AU IK i.ics, ;: THi; i:i;si THEIR OFFICE ANn INSPECT SIlllA IdlN IAIN IJKINKS THEIR :: :: :: :: :: :: IN THE CITV Oias tiibrs all lauyrs alt Ai cnts for (BaB Kppimuts lhivln • • ;,■ Cui fh-s For fuel, gas is clieap and clean ; lor light, it is the lightest on your eyes Cor Fayetteville and Hargett Sts. and on - n r p c k e t - 1 m k - R. LHIOH, X. C. WE WILL THIS SEASON THOS. H. BWGGS . SONS ll.ui- llic most i-(im|)lete line of tinr RALEIGH. N. C, Slints .111(1 o.xfoids ever seen in SCISSORS Kaleii;li, .ind will be sjlad if you will Pocket-Knives, Fine Cutlery, Razors. All •ill .Mil .ind see them, believins we Kinds of Hardware. I ' .iii ;;ive you just what you want at A ' „ lir,:t. r,wkllli;„il.f ll,„lii,. SI, .-,;■■.. S. C. POOLS SHOE STORE Giersch ' s ■: X A .1 ;■ e si au ra n i Royster Mil! 1 Mill-S ON A BOX ANi I.I.N 1 i.i. n: OF CANDY 2 6 Favctlcvillc Str,; iKKj-:srn. n.s with riii: RALEIGH, . ORTH CAKOIJA.l SIIIRLIXC MARK OX SILTKR ihe Ideal Shopping Place of Raleigh Where the very highest standard of merchandise is sold at abso ntely the lowest prices. All articles guaranteed as represented. One price to all and that the lowest. Money refunded to all dissatisfied buyers. Courteous treatment to all. Kxperienced salespeople in every department. Buying in large quantities and direct saves for you the middleman ' s profit. Reducing prices witliout reducing (jualities. Modern store service and efjuipment. You ' II Find the Store as Good as Advertised Sherwood, Higgs (Si Co. Dry Goods— -Raleigh ' s Only Department Store R A L E, I G H , NORTH CAROLINA Henry T. Hicks Co. H. 3TEINME.TZ DRUGGISTS FLORI3T ' • ■ vj ' ii ' EAw J .s ' ;ty. . ■] ■ Carry a full line of Toilet Requisites and Perfumery wM,., iaiiialioiis. H,uiqii,-ls, lh:iis;)ls. Ihilhs. Eh. PLANTS OF ALL KINDS Also iODA-FOUNrAIN DRINKS OF ALL KINDS •Phone 113 RALEIGH N. C. ROBERT SIMPSON, JOS. C. ELLINGTON, JR. DruOfltst Ptrtitrra. Artiats ' C ' liu-r llllhl;;,, „inl S.ilishllly Sis. iHatpriala. Mall Pa ipr. attft K.U.K Cf . .W C. MtntiohJ g ' haipa. T0I1J-: ' I- ARTICr.ES. I ' .nil.roiJciy .Silk.-i. W.wh. aiut .efliyr r ■■ A ' F U .! E S , E T C RALEIGH, N. C. ke Crram Made by Kltilikiti A . I ) I ' c ; I I 1 FRUITS OF ALL KINDS, AND FINE CANDIES Lad, ei and linil ,,,,,;, ' . Ri- l,nir„ iil RALLIGll. A. C. Everytliing in season. Norfolk Oysters a sjiecialty. Fancy and Weddiny Cakes made to order. Ice Cream. Slierljets.aiid Fancy CrtMm a s, -ci.ilt . DOBBIN (8b FERRALL At TucKer ' s Store R.ALE.IGH. N. C. HIGH-CLASS DRY GOODS OF ALL KINDS K] AH-.M M.I M -IMi...uF.i. SI ns . m. Skirts (■„, , ,, M.illnii:... h ' Hn,. J-:u. Complete Mailorder liepartment and free delivery mail order system. We urepay freight or express o = all cash order, of five tiollSrs or more anywhere in North Cii.ilin.i T. W. BLAKE JEWELER Go to Bretsch ' s Ice Cream Parlor and Bakery l- ' .vvi:r i i; ii.i.i ,s i ., K.m.i.k.h, N. C. For the llest Ice Cream, and Kverything in llie Hakery Line Repairing done in liest manner and with despatch. No. 121 Fayetteville Street A Swell Line J. 7 . Fcrra l Co . Of Ladies ' l )xfc)ril Ties in patent kid or plain kid for $2.00 Strictly r i • - t i j - 1 1 . t i : GROCERS 222 Fayetteville Street HELLER BROTHERS i;,4 l ' ayetteville St., Raleiyli. X. C. For Fine (t wis in Our Line Jolly Wynne Jewelry Co. Watches, Jewelry, A. B. STRONACH CO. I ' lvslntL ' iiaii by birth. Scutch b cicsci--nt, Dry Goods Merchants by predesti nation. Silverware, Cut-GIass, Optical Goods, and Novelties Dry Goods, Notions, and Shoes Special attention given Class Pins and Fayetteville to Wilmington Streets Badges, and all kinds of repair work. K.M.KIGH, N. C. ■• ' 3( ' v s: .•!■• m- .; : ' v