Richmond Womans College - Puffs and Patches Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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What's in a Name? . ' T WAS a moonlight night, an ideal night for lovers-and there were lovers, Many 5 but there were only two down under the Hawthorne Busch, and they had forgotten the world and every one in it, as lovers do, you know. He was telling the Old, Old story, but who is it in this Motley crowd hur- rying along the highways and byways of life who has not stopped to tell or listen to this same story. Who is too high? Not the King in his Royal palace, nor his son, the Prince, in the Couneill Hall. Who is too low? Not the dusky Miller nor the Baker 3 nor the court Jester, he is a Merryman, but his Hart is not always as light as his head. Who is too 'Green? Who is too Wise? Who is too Gude, not the Dean, nor the Chaplin. Who is too bad, not the Robberftbs, who rob Good-rich and poor alike? Not the Minor, who Diggs and Diggs and has Moore Knight than Day. It is a Power, Bendall to it. So this lover had come Miles to see his sweetheart, and now he must face her Stern parent. Ah! he murmured, It would Payne even the bravest to think of that. Let us sit a little longer by this quiet Poole, listening to the wind Russell through the trees, and then-why-you know I would Ford a river, go to bottomless Pitts, Fellieimers on the Gardner's head or-why I will ask your father for you. But she punehed holes in the Sands and kept quiet, for she knew her father was not Stone, as poor James thought, and his Taylor had pleased him well that Day, so all would be Wright. As they strolled over the Orchard and and climbed the Hill they were unusually silent. James realizes as he Saunders along that he is going up against the real thing in the disguise ol' a fellow-creature comfortably seated on the West piazza nodding and smoking good cigars. And she was thinking-perhaps it was of the Garnett ring she was turning on her finger, perhaps of him, or the dress of many Hughes her Unkel was going to give her, or-who knows what a woman is thinking of? :ic :if wk wk Pk wk Pk :if wk The wedding Day was all sunshine. You could hear the Birdsong and see the Martin flying in and out of the ivy on the Chappell walls. After the wed- ding, with mueh Rice and Raekett they boarded the West bound train, and nothing Moore was seen of them for many a Day. A. S.

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Did you hear the crowing last night?l' Crowing! What crowing'? you ask. W hy about six seniors are suspended for crowingf' After nuich questioning you learn that a portion of that dignified set, growing tired of constantly setting a good example, eondescend to break the monotony by fowl-play. According to an agreement each puts forth her head from her own door about twelve o'cloek and crows. So well do they answer one another in imitation of' the real fowl that several of our leadingAlady teachers go out upon a chicken hunt, which from our first greeting at breakfast seems to have proved successful. Your fourth session brings the word Senior to you in all its varied meaning and stern reality. Grave, gay, teiling, happy senior! But how little you feel in comparison with your feelings of previous sessions. Each year you become smaller and smaller in your own sight, and you wonder what you may be ere eonnnencement, toward which you anxiously look. All is work before Christmas, but afterward there are many receptions given to and by you. First and foremost, about the last of .laiuiary there is the undergraduates' reception to your class. What an event in college life! And may each one of you be here next session to occupy our places, and be honored in like manner by your undergraduate friends. Though crowded with work, you find something aside from the regular routine in basketball and tennis. In these you unhurden your mind of its cares, and, here, too, you find some goal toward which you put forth your every effort-especially in basketball. Heretofore two teams have been chosen to play each other. Now there is to be a picked team, or first team. This means work, and how eagerly and enthusiastically you enter this contest, for some onehas said you cannotrnake the team-you are Zoo short. But this proves only an incentive to greater striving. For has it come to this-that you in your Senior year must realize that you are forever too small-you who felt so big that first year? Live and learnf, You have been getting smaller year by year, but now it is thrust upon you, and you accept the fact as a stern reality. L.

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A Warning KK5 Nell Oh! Nellie was a bonnie lass , And she was fair to see, With yentian eyes and ehestnzlt ewrls A nd saucy dimples three. And she had suitors by the score Who for her siyhed and pined, Hut to eaeh, she made the same reply: You are not to my mind. For, M r. A. was deaf, she said, And Mr. Ii. was lame, And Nr. C. talked, oh! so much, And D. 'zeas deadly tame,--- And IDr.'E. was quite too stout A nd Itev. I . too thin: She seorned a j udye of hiyh deyree: II e had a double ehin! She said to me quite truthfully, And looked me in the eye, H You know I might hare married you, ! But for that blood-red lie. ' And all her friends did zearniny yire, Ah, Nell! you sad eoquelte, I f you make fun of all the men You'll die an old maid yet. Hut she tossed her curly h ead and lauyhed. 'She Icneze a tlliny or tzeo, A nd the man just after her oven mind IIad never come to 1eoo.' For the man I fa'ed, she said eya-ln, M ust be the man I need, And I must see in him no fault, Of words or loolcs or deed. Uh! Iaelc-a-day, and laelc-at-day, It makes me sad to tell The dreadful punishment that came Upon our naayhty Nell! For the rery day that Dr. X. Appeared upon the seene, A total blindness fell on her, I ncnrable, I ween! So blind -was she she could not see That the IJr's. ears were biy, That his nose was lony and crooked, loo, lSome say he wore a zeiylj She lhouyht he had a splendid face C7'ho' his eyes were crossed, 'tis tru: B She thought-for oh! she was so bl ind That they were IIeaeen's own blue So when he came a-wooing her, Dear bonnie N ell, so blind, She pat her hand in his and said: Y0u're exactly to my mind. A nd hon' the rillaye yosszfps talhed. As only yossips can, What ran she see to lore, we pray, I 'n that yreat hideous man? But ah! you lenoze the truth is this, She eozdd not see at all: 'Tleas a. judgment on sweet. saucy Ne .ind she married him that fall. And she is yet the happiest wife, And will always be, I know, For sh.e'll be blind until she dies, Don lfupid made her so. L'EN VOI. N me all ye maids who lauyh. at men, List lo this lale I tell, Lest you should too be stricken blind, II ark to my zearniny CIO Nell.