Shorter College - Argo Yearbook (Rome, GA)

Text from Pages 1 - 162 of the 1900 volume:

OJ- -t- uu ; - ' r r . —0 000— — — 0800 8800000 80 00 999999999 00 0000 00000000 008 000 88880 — g i a ■ i s a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a % i9©o IRIiS Yol. 5 Published Annually by the Senior Class of Shorter College. Price, $1.75; postage, twenty-five cents. Address all com- munications to s ' te v Business Manager, Rome, Georgia. The Stone Press. Roanoke, Va. SS9SS89009 99$9080®9900S0909090S9008099$000000S99S90000809900000 § i I i ?To prrsiDcnt Z. J. Simmons, mitl) tbr lotir of ttjr Shorter $irls, this tiolumc of Cftr 3lris is ocokatro. w PRESIDENT T. J. SIMMONS. In presenting to vou this, the third volume of The Ins, we give up a book over which we have toiled both earlv and late, and one which has grown very dear to us. With our inexperienced and unskilled hands, we have made an effort to picture to you the student-life of this, our last college vear, endeavoring with every thought herein expressed to reflect credit upon our institution. May these pages please and amuse vou, and may your criticisms be most kind. BOARD OF TRUSTEES. D. B. HAMILTON, President. JAMES B. SULLIVAN. HARPER HAMILTON, LENTON A. DEAN, C. M. HAMILTON, A. W. LEDBETTER, W. F. AVER. FACULTY. T. J. SIMMONS, A. M., President. J. H. SIMMONS, A. M., Associate. LITERARY DEPARTMENT. J. H. SIMMONS, A. M., English Language and Literature, Psychology and Ethics. W. H. SCHULTZ, Natural Science. R. B. HEADDEN, D. D , Bible History and Literature. MISS ELIZABETH F. WADDELL, History and Political Economy. MRS. IRENE STARKE, Latin. MISS SALLIE NASH WADDELL, Mathematics. MISS JANETTE CARTER, French and German. MISS SUSIE T. AUSTIN, Elocution and Physical Culture. MISS BELLE COMER, Preparatory Department. MISS HATTIE BYRD, Assistant. MISS ELLA MOORE WEST, Tutor. MISS KATHERINE COMER, Tutor. MISS HATTIE FLEETWOOD, Tutor. 7 MUSIC DEPARTMENT. MRS. T. J. SIMMONS, Director of Music, Piano and Voice. MISS VIRGINIA PELL, Piano, Pipe Organ, Theory and Harmony. MISS BERTHA PATTERSON, Piano. MISS MILDRED JONES, Piano. MISS ANNIE C. WORRILL, Voice Culture. ART DEPARTMENT. MISS LULA ROSS, Drawing, Painting, Modeling, etc. 8 SENIOR CLASS SENIOR CLASS. OFFICERS. CLAUDE LOWREY, President. EMMA HARDY, Vice-President. MARY TAYLOR Treasurer. ANNABEL RHODES Secretary. CARO COPELAND Corresponding Secretary. CLAUDE LOWREY Prophet. CLEO ARCHER Poet. CARO COPELAND Historian. COLORS. Purple and Gold. MOTTO. Vincit qui patitur. CLASS POET. Tennyson. MEMBERS. FLOWER. Violet. Cleo Caroline Archer, B. L. Mabel Dean, B. L. Leila Mooney, B. A. Flora May Baker, B. A. Marye Emma Hardy, B. A. Effiemai Pearce, B. A. Florence Beatrice Brett, B. L. Iza Bryan Hartley, B. A. Annabel Rhodes, B. A. Caroline Elizabeth Copeland, B. L. Annie Claude Lowrey, B. A- Mary Elizabeth Taylor, B. A. Cledie Cora Williamson, B. A. This I hold to be the chief office of History, to rescue virtuous actions from the oblivion to which a want of records would consign them. — Tacitus. AY my humble effort rescue from oblivion the actions of the noble Class of 1900, and if there be any that are not noble, may these be consigned to oblivion. It is my task to recount the deeds of the Senior Class, which first existed on the thirteenth day of Septem- ber, 1899. Ah, that was a momentous occasion. Few of us but prophesied marvelous achievements for our class, for did it not contain thirteen girls, each of whom knew herself to be a genius ? Geniuses for what ? you ask. Ask the Prophet what we shall do — to-morrow ? Well I remember that first time the Class assembled for recitation. How intellectual, how wise they appeared, and how kind of them to humble themselves to be taught by a mere human man ! 14 Then as they passed out with sorrowing countenances, even a prejudiced observer would have admitted the gross cruelty of the teacher in asking each the one question she happened not to know. A noble class and noted for self-denial ! One of our number, a soft-hearted girl, when a mosquito inserted his cruel beak in her tender hand, exclaimed : I don ' t want to kill you, but I must — in the interest of science. Self-denying? Yes, indeed. I need only cite a few instances to convince the Republic of this virtue. One day — long may its memory live ! — the Geology Class waited until five pencils were sharpened before beginning to take down a lecture inflicted by one who ' ' did not know and never could know and could not understand, that we are thirteen geniuses. Five pencils, at three minutes per pencil, substract from sixty minutes of lecture at fifty words per minute. Blessed be blunted pencils ! Then another self-denying member has the happy faculty of leading on a teacher to talk by asking suggestive questions. Most kind member, willing to pretend ignorance for our sakes ! And the watcher of the clock from the back row whispers glad tidings of five minutes gone. We have had difficulties to overcome. Great obstacles barred our progress, and tried our patience. Almost every day one of us is judged not to know the subject in hand because we can not correctly answer questions about it. Often they are heard to affirm, immediately after another has given a satisfactory answer, That is what I meant An instance of this kind occurred one day when one of our number was asked, What is an earthquake? Why, it is the earth quaking, you know. Obviously true, and yet the questioner passed the question. Vanity, that loathsome trait, is entirely absent from our Class. The constant glances toward our mirrors are misleading. We hold that nothing is more untidy than a smeared mirror and so constantly examine them to be sure of their cleanliness. 15 We take thought for our clothes for the sake of others. We use the curling-tongs to keep them from rusting. The Class of 1900 were never known to complain of holidays. We have too much regard for the feelings of others ; and on certain occasions when we were excused from recitation, we bore it bravely ; not one dissenting voice was raised. The history of this Class is a story of war — war against our own indolence, against time, pleasure, dreaming and sometimes even against sleep. And yet the story of this year ' s war may be told as briefly as that of Caesar ' s, We came, we saw, we conquered. Often weary and dis- couraged, we were tempted to retreat and return to the luxurious idleness of our native courts , but faith, hope and love renewed our courage, lent us strength, led us on to victory. A. R . 16 Senior Class Statistics. Name. Whence Comes She. What She Does. What She ' s Looking For. What She ' ll Be. Cleo Archer . . Flora Baker . . Beatrice Brett Caro Copeland . Mabel Dean . . Emma Hardy . . Iza Hartley . Claude Lowrey Leila Mooney Kffiemai Pearce Annabel Rhodes Mary Taylor . . Cledie Williamson Waycross, Ga. . . Mossy Creek, Tenn. Rome, Ga Eufaula, Ala. . . Rome, Ga Byhalia, Miss. . . Fort Valley, Ga. . Dawson, Ga. . . . Rome, Ga Columbus, Ga. . . Rome, Ga Talladega, Ala. . Rome, Ga Gets indifferent Another ring Poet. Asks questions Haunts ? Hunts a man : Beauty Book agent. Sings comic songs ... A good time A society girl. ) Makes Christmas ores- , u , . ,, , . , . - , •! , ' A hah A Sunday-school teacher. Dreams Fame . Talks Nine o ' clock to come Tells jokes A flower Reads A diploma .... Old maid. A mathematical teacher. A good, little wife. A novelist. Loses her books ... | Another note A vocal teacher. 1 ' auses Happiness i Red-Cross nurse. Hunts Cledie . Argues A letter I An actress. I The money to pay for ■ , ■« { The Iris . ... . rmer ' s w.fe. JUNIOR CLASS. JUNIOR CLASS. May Foktknkkky, Carrie Fakes, . OFFICERS. . . President. Phoebe Muss, . . Vice-President. Gussie Henderson, Treasurer. Secretary. FLOWER. Field DaisY. YELL. Whoola! Whoolal 7a?. ! Bah ! Bun ! K-g-e-1-l-o-c ! R-e-t-r-o-h- 1901 ! ! Mary Adamson, Bessie Covington, Carrie Eakes, May Fortenbery, Ethel Fortenbery, COLORS. Yellow and White. MOTTO. To sum up all, be merry, I advise ; And, as we ' re merry, may we still be wise. MEMBERS. IyUCiLE Golden, Gussie Griffith, Carrie Lou Gibson. Gussie Henderson. POET. Burn:- Annie Lee Kennedy. Phoebe Moss, Celeste Waddell, Ida Wagner, Louie May Weems. JUNIOR HISTORY. WOU are lonesome and have nothing to do? Well, then, I will tell you about that wonderful Junior Class of Shorter. You know they were Sophs the last time you heard of them, W and they have grown so much, both physically and mentally, that one would hardly TBL recognize in them the little Sophs of ' 99. They were all very much in love with Mneas last year, but this year they have been doing something much more interesting and exciting than sailing over placid seas and being occasionally driven by the storms. They were present with Hannibal at the storming of Saguntum and shared his trouble and anxiety in successfully conveying the elephant across the Rhone. They followed him hungry and freezing over the snow-covered Alps, sometimes sinking hopelessly in the slush caused by the melting snows. After seeing him safely through all these perils, they left him, to dwell for a while with Horace in the sacred haunts of poetry. But let me tell you about one time when they were out for adventure in the field oi Mr. Mathew Matics. They were progressing splendidly and having lots of fun when they decided to try that mysterious part known as trigonometry. Well, I suppose you can guess what 22 happened to them. No? Well, they came upon some such enormous logs that they despaired of ever being able to pass them, but at last, I am happy to say, they overcame them and with thank- ful hearts bade farewell to that wilderness of snares and pitfalls. All of the Juniors are fine statesmen and are able, if called upon, to give very broad and comprehensive views on all subjects of statescraft, and any one of them will tell you that while rejoicing that Antonio ' s life was saved, they do not think that the law was properly administered in the case of Shylock. They can tell you all about how the president is elected, and some are even thinking of becoming public surveyors. Though they do not profess to be expert cooks, all will agree in saying that if you have any fondness for lightbread, beware of putting it anywhere near the sterilizer. I expect the next time you hear from this wonderful class they will have entered the digni- fied realm of Seniordom, and there will be many more interesting things to be told about them. E. F. 23 SOPHOMORE CLASS. OFFICERS. Essie Jaynes Ada Lee Timberi.ake, . . President. Vice-President. Catie Ellis, . Fkankik Ross, Secretary. Treasurer. MOTTO. Perg-e Modo. COLORS. Cadet Blue and Old Gold. YELL. Llah ! Hah ! Kith ! Rail ! Kah ! Hue ! Hurrah, hurrah For naughty two ! FLOWER. Double White Violet. POET. Sidnev Lanier. Nki.uk Bakkktt, Viola Butler, Kathekink Covington, Catih Ei.i.is. jultet howel, MEMBERS. Essie Jaynes, Dottie King, Kate Logan, K vtk McCoy, Laura Nicholson, Mabel Rogers, Frankie Ross, Daisy Rudulph, Ada Lee Timberlake. 24 SOPHOMORE CLASS SOPHOMORE HISTORY. O ! For the jolly Sophs of Shorter. A more experienced class I know has never existed, for, it seems to me, we have been all over and under Europe, scoured the Alps clean, visited the pyramids of Egypt, and — but there, of course you will want to know through what paths we have been to accom- plish so much. From the forum we have heard Cicero hurl his philippic against Catiline, and have seen how by the aid of one (a woman) he was able to exile the foe of the commonwealth. We have been wrecked in the waters of the Phoenician lake ' ' with the sad .Eneas, and have helped found a race from whence sprung the illustrious Caesar. In history, we have like Al-Mamoun, by picking the heavy stones away, climbed through the narrow passages of the pyramids and guessed at about where the king ' s treasures were stored. We have viewed palaces, mounds, and temples of Babylon, and have helped the brave Leonidas defend the pass of Thermopylae. We have charged with the Greeks at Marathon and have swept like a tempest from the mountain over the plain, pushed the Persians back within their wooden walls. We have followed one of the lion ' s brood, Hannibal, across the snow-capped Alps into fair Italy. 27 Now. I am going to tell you a secret, but of course you will remember that silence is golden and won ' t tell a soul. It is this: There are some genuine poets (? ' ) in the Sophomore Class, for I found in the back of one ' s book a verse that ran like this : If perchance a flood should come. Quickly to the book I ' d fly. For I know if all else were engulfed. Geometry would still be dry. Nevertheless, we have learned that the square of the hypothenuse is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides, and that it can be proved, for at the bottom of the page it has Q. E. D. We have not only dealt with the plane side of geometry, but have found the hidden path into solids, without dividing them proportionally. In the laboratory we have learned not only the long list of formulas and how to distinguish between H.O and H,SO„, but have gained valuable information as to how to keep our vinaigrettes filled without the aid of the druggist. We have lived over with the Father of our Literature, ' ' the days of the Dutch in New York, have listened to Whittier ' Telling the Bees, and have seen the brown-eyed lass go above her little sweetheart in In School Days. In our dreams we have been haunted by Poe ' s Black Cat but still we rejoiced at his escape from the fall of the House of Usher. We have listened with atten- tive ears to the wooing of Minnehaha, and have heard the modest John speak for himself. We have selected for our motto Perge Modo, but the puzzling question with us now is to know how these wee small heads are to hold all that is to be learned between now and 1902. L. L. N. 2b FRESHMAN CLASS FRESHMAN CLASS. OFFICERS. Louise Knox President. Cecile Williams Vice-President. Mattie Lee Ward, Secretary. Pearl Camp Treasurer. Janie Bowie, Pearl Camp, Artie Compton, Mattie Du Pree, Lucile Green, WlLMA TREADWELL, MEMBERS. Kate Elgin, Louie Fouche, Annie Griffin, Mary Holliday, Mattie Lee Ward, Mary Wright. 3i Bessie Johnson, Louise Knox, Alma Marshall, Varner Reece, Edna Teal, Cecile Williams, , o n= S H M A J fERE come the Freshmen with a flourish of trumpets ! And why shouldn ' t we come proudly, when this is the first time in the annals of Shorter that the Freshmen have had represen- tation in the glorious Iris? It seems to be the poor Freshman ' s lot, though, to be snubbed on all occasions but this year, owing to somebody ' s kindness, we are positively invited to shine forth in Thk Iris. 3 2 We think it high time to make our debut, and be known in the world of letters, for if Caesar were here in person, I am sure we could converse with him very fluently in his own illustrious lan- guage. We have labored so industriously over the early Roman history that we feel almost as if we know more of Rome than he did. And this is not the only history that is stored in our minds, for we not only studied the Romans at home, but followed them in their wars of conquest into England and saw how, through them, England became Christianized. We have often had our sensibilities shocked at the uncouth manners and morals of our early ancestors, the Anglo-Saxons. We have had our sympathies aroused in the Wars of the Roses, first for the Red, and again for the White, and at last drew a sigh of relief at the union of the two houses, Lancaster and York. How? we reveled in the romances of the Virgin Queen, and rejoiced in the beautiful life and long reign of Queen Victoria ! Our brains have almost been turned by the countless number of bones, muscles and sinews in the human body. But physiology has not been merely a study of ' dry bones, for after studying physical culture we have had the great pleasure of inarching into our beautiful new gymnasium and there putting into practice what we have learned theoretically. The least said of our society the better, for it has modestly stood in the background this year, but we hope to hear from it in the future. We shall gladly hail the day in 1903 when we can speak of ourselves as grave and reverend vSeniors. A. B. G. ' 03. f. f C .l-.A( BEATRICE BRETT. EDITH HARDY FRENCH GRADUATES. HARRIET FLEETWOOD. MARTHA HARPER HAMILTON ANTOINETTE A MARGART EXPRESSION GRADUATES. KATHLEEN WASS O ' REAR IRIS STAFF. EDITOR-IN-CHIEF. W BUSINESS MANAGER. v fiss 9tfarj e Gmma Jfardy. MP 77 iss Ctec ie ?Vi liamson. ASSOCIATE EDITORS. 9 ss Caro Cope and, 77?iss Sza JVartiei , yifiss jCeila Jfyoonei , Ttfiss £f iemai iPearce. ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGERS. 9 ss Beatrice firett, 9ff ss 97 ari Uay or. 40 ri. IRIS STAFF. EUNOMIAN SOCIETY OFFICERS. EUNOMIAN SOCIETY. (Organized January 20, 1879.) MOTTO. Pau o Majora. COLORS. „ nm FLOWER. Pink and Purple. T , Tr . , r Parma Violet. OFFICERS. IZA Hartley President. Araminta Culpepper, Vice-President. Claude Lowrev, Recording Secretary. Effiemai Pearce, Corresponding Secretary. Celeste Waddell, Treasurer. 45 MEMBERS EUNOMIAN SOCIETY. zula adkins, Cleo Archer, Beulah Armstrong, Marie Cheatham, Caro Copeland, Katherine Covington, Bessie Covington, Araminta Culpepper, Annie Will Carver, Bessie Johnson, Louise Knox, Claude Lowrev, Antoinette Margart, Laura Nicholson, Cecile Paul, Ella Smith, Rob vSmith, Carrie Snyder, Carrie Lou Gibson, Jennie Mai Gibson, Iza ' .Hartley, Emma Hardy, Annie Elizabeth Haddock, M. Essie Jaynes, Clayra Dinges, Catie Ellis, Kate Elgin, Mkta Fretwell. May Fortenbery, Ethel Fortenbery, Harriet Fleetwood, Lucile Golden, Susie Gammon, Ada Lee Timberlake, Mary Taylor, Mary Yai.leaux, Maida Williams, Cecile Williams, Amy Williams, Ella West, Mary Wright, Mattie Lee Ward. 46 $r A £, ig w £, y POLYMNIAN SOCIETY OFFICERS == POLYMNIAN LITERARY SOCIETY. COLORS. White and Green. OFFICERS. Miss Cleo C. Williamson President. Miss Mary Adamson, First Vice-President. Miss Carrie Eakes Second Vice-President. Miss Beatrice Brett, Treasurer. Miss Mabel Dean Secretary. 49 ST. CECILIA SOCIETY. OFFICERS. Bertha Patterson President. Ella Moore West, . . First Vice-President. Mildred Jones, . . . Second Vice-President. Mary Turner, . . Katherine Comer, Secretary. Treasurer. Cleo Archer, Flora Baker, Beatrice Brett, Mrs. A. S. Burnev, Annie Will Carver, Caro Copeland, Katherine Comer, Belle Comer, Araminta Culpepper, Ruth E. Dean, Catie Ellis, Meta Fretwell, Lucile Golden, Jennie Mai Gibson, Lucile Green, Edith Hardy, MEMBERS. Elizabeth Haddock, Essie Jaynes, Mildred Jones, Bessie Johnson, Claude Lowrey, Katie McCoy, Mrs. Osborne, Cecile Paul, Bertha Patterson, Virginia Pell, Mabel Rogers, Carrie Snyder, Rob Smith, Ella Smith, Berta Simmons, Fannie Stallings, Ada Lee Timberlake, Helen Knox Spain, Cecile Williams, Celeste Waddell, Maida Williams, Ella Moore West, Mattie Lee Ward, Ida Wagner, Anne Worrill, Mary Worrill, Kate Woodruff, Mary Wright, Mary Valleaux, Jessie Martin, Mrs. T. J. Simmons, Mr. Mc Williams. 50 ST CECILIA SOCIETY OFFICERS. Y. W. C. A. OFFICERS. Effiemai Pearce President. May Fortenbery, Vice-President. Iza Hartley, Secretary. Lucile Golden Treasurer. MEMBERS. Beulah Armstrong. Cleo Archer, Flora Baker, Viola Butler, Jennie May Brown, Maggie Ballenger, Annie W. Carver, Marie Cheatham, Fannie Cobb, Bessie Collier, Katherine Covington, Kate Elgin. Catie Ellis, May Fortenbery. Ethel Fortenbery, Meta Fretwell, Carrie Lou Gibson, Jennie Mai Gibson, Lucile Golden, Iza Hartley, Lucile Hightower, Mary Holliday, Bessie Johnson, Mildred Jones, Essie Jaynes, Louise Knox, Nettie Margart, Laura Nicholson, C L. Osborne, Bertha Patterson, Effiemai Pearce, Nina Porter, Mary Pyi.es, Daisy Kudulph, Ella .Smith, Rob Smith, Carrye Snyder, Ada Lee Timberlakk, Wilma Treadwell, Edna Teal, Mary Valleaux, Celeste Waddell, Amy Williams, Cecile Williams, Maida Williams. 53 MARTHA SHORTER MISSIONARY SOCIETY. OFFICERS Miss Bertha Patterson President . Miss Emma Hardy First Vice-President. Miss Meta Fretwell, . . Second I ' ice-President. Miss Ethel Fortenberv, Recording Secretary. Miss Iza Hartley , Corresponding Secretary. Miss Effiemai Pearce, Treasurer. Miss Cleo Archer, Miss Zaidee Adams, Miss Susie Austin, Miss Viola Butler, Miss Jennie May Brown, Miss Maggie Ballenger, Miss Caro Copeland, Miss Annie Will Carver, Miss Fannie Cobb, Miss Araminta Culpepper, Miss Bessie Collier, MEMBERS. Miss Bessie Covington, Miss Miss Katherine Covington, Miss Miss Clayra Dinges, Miss Miss Catie Ellis, Miss Miss Kate Elgin, Miss Miss Meta Fret-well, Miss Miss May Fortenbery, Miss Miss Ethel Fortenbery, Miss Miss Nellie Geise, Miss Miss Lucile Golden, Miss Miss Susie Gammon, Miss Carrie Lou Gibson, Jennie Mai Gibson, Iza Hartley, Mary Holliday, Emma Hardy, Bessie Johnson, Essie Jaynes, Mildred Jones, Annie Lee Kennedy, Louise Knox, Claude Lowrey, 54 Miss Katie McCoy, Miss Jessie Martin, Miss Nettie Margart, Miss Laura Nicholson, Miss Nina Porter, Miss Virginia Pell, Miss Effiemai Pearce, Miss Cecile Paul, Miss Mary Pyles, Miss Bertha Patterson, Miss Mabel Rogers, Miss Daisy Rudulph, Miss Carrye Snyder, Miss Ella Smith, Miss Rob Smith, Miss Fannie Stallings, Mrs. Irene Starke, Mrs. T. J. Simmons, Mrs. J. H. Simmons, Prof. W. H. Schultz, Miss Wilma Treadwell, Miss Edna Teal, Miss Ada Lee Timberlake, Miss Amy Williams, Miss Cecile Williams, Miss Maida Williams, Miss Bessie Waddell, Miss Sallie Waddell, Miss Celeste Waddell, Miss Mattie Lee Ward, Miss Mary Yalleaux. od GLEE CLUB. GLEE CLUB. OFFICERS. Miss Beui.ah Armstrong, President. Miss Ella Smith, Vice-President. Miss Katherixk COVINGTON, Secretary and Treasurer. MEMBERS. Violins. Miss Beulah Armstrong, Miss Annabel Rhodes. Mandolins. Miss Katherine Covington, Miss Bessie Johnson, Miss Annie Lee Kennedy, Miss Mary Valleaux, Miss Ida Wagner. Guitars. Mips Daisy Rtjdulph, Miss Jessie Martix, Miss Viola Butler, Miss Ella Smith, Miss Carrye Snyder, Miss Fannie Stallings. 59 THE SERENADERS. Miss Naomi Balk Musical Director. Miss Mary Taylor Fiddle-ist. Miss Hattye Byrd Pianist. Miss Leila Mooney Mandolin. Miss Mary Adamson, Bell(e). Miss Mary Wright, I Cornets. Miss Alma Marshall, ) Cleo C. Williamson Accordion. Ida Wagner Vocalist. COLORS. FLOWER. FAVORITE SELECTION. Yellow and Pink. Cat Tails. Bagpipes. MOTTO. Everything in Harmony. OBJECT. Mutual Improvement. ( There ' s room for it ) 60 THE SERENADERS. THE JOLLY SEVEN. THE JOLLY SEVEN. MOTTO. Eat, Drink and be Merry. COLORS. FLOWER. Sky-Blue and Cerise. Forget-me-not. MEMBERS. .Miss Annie Will Carver, Chief Jollier. Miss Marie Cheatham, Chief Enjoyer. Miss Jennie Mai Gibson, Joke Cracker. Miss Eucile Golden, Chief Laugher. Miss Cecile Paul, Principal Worker. Miss Ada Lee Timberlake, Chief Blusher. Miss Mary Worrill, .Smiling Cantatrice. 65 THE MONDAY AFTERNOON CLUB. MEMBERS. Cleo Archer, Caro Copei.axd, Iza Hartley, Claude Lowrev, Kffiemai Pearce FLOWER. Crystalized Violet. CLUB ROOMS. Senior Hall. MOTTO. ' ' foli Coeur. 66 COLORS. Cream and Orange. MONDAY AFTERNOON CLUB. MISSISSIPPI CIRCLE. COLORS. Navy Blue and Crimson. SONG. Dixie. THE MISSISSIPPI CIRCLE. MOTTO. In union there is strength. YELL. Kazzle, dazzle ! Razzle, dazzle ! Sis ! Boom ! Bah ! Mississippi ! Mississippi ! Rah ! Ilah ! Hah ! FAVORITE FLOWER. Cotton Blossom. DRINK. Hot Chocolate. Bessie Covington, Emma Hardy MEMBERS. Katherine Covington, Ethel Fortenbery, May Fortenbery, Laura Nicholson, Bessie Johnson. 7i £ i.i i ia i ia tticic ctcsz MISSISSIPPI CIRCLE. i IE are but a circle within a circle, vet we feel our importance, because we hail from one of xiimtn tl;c bonniest states of our glorious Union, dear old Mississippi ! How gladly we will welcome , -.f it r. . the day when we once more turn our faces westward, homeward bound. Not that we love Shorter less, but Mississippi more. Our circle is composed of the magical number seven, five of whom claim famous old Copiah for a dwelling-place, the other two having their homes in the northern part of the state. One of the seven is a dignified Senior, who will soon bid farewell to dear old Shorter ; three are classed with the ' ' naughty ones ' ' ; two others are ' ' naughty too (two ' s); while the seventh has the happy prospect of remaining here until June 1903. We are accused of having a mutual admiration society ; wherever one is, there you will find the other six. Our collegemates know us as the Mississippi crowd. We are not strikingly hand- some nor unusually brilliant, but just seven light-hearted, happy schoolgirls, who hope to absorb enough Latin and Greek to enable us to solve the problems of life, in the years to come. If walls had ears, the halls of Shorter would ring for ages with the happy times we have had when Rooms 28 and 12 would consolidate, with and without permission. Theses and exams were forgotten when dignified May and modest Bess would get out the chocolate pot. Nick and Appie would act as guard, while Katherine and Bess would twang away on their mandolins as loud as possible so that an} ' undue sizzing of chocolate might not be heard beyond the four walls. Poor Emma, way over in senior hall, missed those happy Stews. But our walls might sometimes ring with a dismal wail. Occasionally a letter from far-off Mississippi failed to come, and with seven homesick girls in one room, sending up seven separate and distinct wails — but happily these occurrences were few and far between. And those ' bells ; how we did dread to hear them. But all in all, life at Shorter is full of pleasures, and though we are eager to say good-bye in June, yet when September comes we will gladly return to form once more our Mississippi Circle. 73 PEN AND INK CLUB. MOTTO. Lost, Strayed or Stolen. ' Miss Beulah Armstrong, Miss Naomi Bale, Miss Fannie Cobb, Miss Clavra Dinges, MEMBERS. Miss Anne Clement, Miss Catie Ellis, Miss Meta Fretwell, Miss Blanche Fleetwood, 78 COLORS. Black and White. Miss Carrie Lou Gibson, Miss Lucile Hightower, Miss Alice Hicks, Miss Mabel Smith. PEN AND INK CLUB ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION. Annie Wile Carver, President. Cecile D. Paul Secretary. CELESTE Wynne Waddell, . . . Vice-President. Iza Bryan Hartley, Treasurer. ,ID you ask me if we play basket-ball? Well, I guess so! At least one would judge so if ]  ■ near our campus on Tuesdays and Fridays at four ( ..-luck. At this time the bell is rung ' ' by the manager, and the girls in their haste (and costumes) to reach the field simply fall pell-mell down the steps. When the field is reached the players gather around their captain and manager for a secret consultation. Then off for the game ! Attention! — The ball is touched — up it goes and my! the shouts! But before the ball touches terra firma, it has passed through the hands of friend and foe, and has received many hard blows (so have the girls). At last it is in the hands of the goal-thrower. One, two, three, four, five, (seconds,) then it is tossed towards the goal. But, alas! a miss is as good as a mile! However, after a desperate struggle, the ball is again in the hands of our professional (? i goal-thrower and the shouts of the girls tell that it has made a safe land. As all things must come to a close, so must the games of basket-ball, so, tired and dusty, we leave the field, one team shouting : Sboiter ; Shorter ! Is our cry ! ! V-i-c-t-o-r-y, 83 while the other shouts — but we can not play basket-ball forever and a day, so on other days we resort to tennis, archery and golfette. Among our girls we have some expert tennis players, and there are others who have never been able to discover their vocation, and think perhaps the lost is found in the game golfette. This game is played something like golf, but on a smaller scale. In archery we are attempting to learn the art of hitting with our arrows within several yards of the point at which we aimed, and of this we are making a success. Last but not least is our gymnasium, of which we may well boast. There is no pole, rope, ladder, vaulting-bar, or ring of which the girls have not become master. A. W. C. 84 ' ! % ii n W 1 ' wtTSk llli i Hill ' A ' - BASKET BALL TEAM. U A ti A BASKET-BALL TEAM. COLORS. Red and Black. YELL. Preckety rus ! Preckety rus ! What in the mischief is the matter with us? Nothing at all, nothing at all, We arc the girls who play basket-ball. Annie Will Carver, Manager. Celeste Waddell, Captain. Celeste Waddell, Claude Lowrey, Ella Smith, Araminta Culpepper, Goal Thrower. Iza Hartley, Left Goal Thrower. Annie Will Carver, Right Goal Thrower. Marie Cheatham, Cleo Archer, • Goal Defender. Right Goal Defender. Caro Copeland, Center. Right Center. Left Center. Left Goal Defender. Lixile Golden, SUBSTITUTES. Meta Fretwell. 87 Ada Lee Timberlake. B BASKET-BALL TEAM. COLORS. Blue and Black. YELL. Kip ! Rah ! Kee ! Rip ! Rail ! Ree ! Basket-ball, Basket-ball, Basket-ball fur me. Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah for B. {Catherine Covington, Manager. Louise Knox, Captain. Katherine Covington, Cecils Williams, Jennie Mai Gibson, Emma Hardy, Goal Thrower. Left Goal Thrower. Right Goal Thrower. Bessik Johnson, Left Goal Defender. Edna Teal, Annie Lee Kennedy, Clayra Dinges, Goal Defender. Louise Knox, Susie Gammon, SUBSTITUTES. Katie Elgin, 88 Center. Right Center. Left Center. Right Goal Defender Fannie Cobb. TONE «u OK VA. B BASKETBALL TEAM BASKET BALL TEAM C. BASKET-BALL TEAM C. Elizabeth Haddock, Manager. COLORS. Cerise and Black. YELL. Kip ! Zip ! Zee ! One. Two, Three ! Bimalah ! Bimalee ! Hurrah for Team CI Marie Antoinettk Yalleaux, Captain. Jessie Martin, Wii.ma Treadwell, Bessie Collier, Nellie Geise, Mary Holliday, LUCILE HlGHTOWER, Nettie Margart, 93 Mattie Lee Ward, Carrie Snyder. BICYCLE CLUB. Cleo Archer, Manager. Essie Jaynes, First Captain. Celeste Waddell Second Captain. COLORS. Red and Black. MEMBERS. Cleo Archer, Beulah Armstrong, Marie Cheatham, Caro Copeland, Bessie Collier, Meta Fretwell, Jennie May Gibson, Ll ' CILE HlGHTOWER, Essie Jaynes, Louise Kxon, Annie Lee Kennedy, Nettie Margart, Effiemai Pearce, Carrie Snyder, Marie Valleaux, Celeste Waddell, Cecile Williams, Mai da Williams, Mary Worrill 94 BICYCLE CLUB. TENNIS CLUB. TENNIS CLUB. MOTTO. Enjoy } ' ourselves. FLOWER. Forget-me-not. COLORS. Black and Blue. OFFICERS. May Fortenbery, President. Essie Jaynes, Vice-President. Maida Williams, Manager. MEMBERS. Bessie Covington, Annie Will Carver, May Fortenbery, Ethel Fortenbery, Meta Fretwell, Susie Gammon, Essie Jay ' nes, Laura Nicholson, Maida Williams, Amy Williams. 99 A PEEP INTO THE ROOMS OF TWO STUDENTS. THE EXILE OF BEULAH. AYE you seen the new girl? What does she look like? What kind of a dress did she have on? These and similar queries greeted Ida as she returned from a peep at the new girl. Yes, I ' ve seen her and she is just the tackiest thing you can imagine. = But if she were dressed decently, she might be real pretty. Just guess what she ' s got on, girls. I know you couldn ' t in a month of Sundays, so I ' 11 tell you ; a dark blue percale or calico dress, with some ruffles edged with the cheapest white lace, and a white collar and belt. Now, imagine that garb for one ' s first day at this school. This school was one of the most expensive ones in the South, in fact, so expensive that no father, unless his income was large, could think of sending his daughter to it, so the girls were much surprised when the new girl, whom Miss Roper, the principal, had told them yesterday would arrive about midnight, appeared to be so very poor, and was not dressed half so well as the other girls in school. 103 Well, really, girls, her family may be old and aristocratic, as Miss Roper said, but for im- part, I can not lower myself to associate with her. To think how I begged that she should room with me ! Oh ! It makes me shiver ! Thought ' cause she was going to room by herself that she was something grand, but guess her mother knew no one would want to room with her, and that ' s the reason. But I can ' t see how she affords it, and has a piano in it, too. Must be something wrong. So saying, Grace King, one of the richest and proudest girls in school, betook herself to her room to report all she had heard to the other girls, who were doing some extra ( ? ) primping on account of this new arrival. :;: ' .;: :|: : ' , ' • ■ ' ,- ■ Mrs. Manchester and her husband ' s brother Will sat in the handsome drawing-room of Le High, the most beautiful and aristocratic home in Los Angeles. This room, as every other one in the house, was all that the most exquisite taste and refinement, combined with plenty of money, could make it, for Charlie Manchester and his younger brother were by far the wealthiest men in that part of the country. Several months ago the elder brother had informed Will ( who would soon be thirty ) that he thought it was high time he was looking around him for a wife to soothe his old age. This had been greeted with a hearty laugh from his wife, his daughter, and Will. The truant, who had thus far escaped many young ladies with bewitching smiles and the traps set for him by as many mothers with marriageable daughters, then said he had been thinking a great deal lately of Miss Nellie Guilford. Mrs. Manchester and her daughter, Beulah, frowned, and Mr. Manchester then told Will that Miss Guilford, as well as a score of others, who cast such sweet smiles upon him, would just as soon, and a little bit sooner, marry a jack rabbit as him, if it had his money. 104 Now this young gentleman was a bit conceited over his personal appearance, and he immediately arose in arms against his brother, who had cared to insinuate that it was not he, but his money, that received so much attention from the fairer sex. Then followed a discussion, warm but good humored, on money and what it can do, Will taking the side that a person is the same to his friends whether he has it or not, and his brother the opposite. Beulah sat by listening for a time, then took her father ' s side of the question. Finally it was decided that, instead of her going to the finishing school in Boston, where most of her friends were to go that year, she should select some other school, where she knew no one, and devote one more year to hard study. This school was to be a very stylish and expensive one and Beulah was to act and dress as if she were very poor. She was a light-hearted, happy-go-lucky miss of eighteen summers, althoug h, from her face, one wouldn ' t have thought her more than sixteen. She had a mass of golden curly hair, which she wore a la pompadour, large blue eyes and a lovely complexion. She was what most people call beautiful. She did not mind what she laughingly called her exile for one year, because she was very anxious to take a higher course of study than even the school she had chosen afforded, before she went to a finishing school. At last the grating of carriage wheels on the drive was heard, and both Mrs. Manchester and Will went to the door to welcome husband and brother. Then followed the story of Beulah ' s journey East, of how her father gave her into the care of Miss Roper at midnight, of how she had wept, and finally of his return home. :js ;■; % :}: ;{c :|: The remainder of the story will be told in Beulah ' s own words : 105 The first morning of my exile, before breakfast, each teacher came to my room and spoke very kindly to me. It was ridiculous to see how quickly the smiles with which they came in changed to wonder when they saw that blue calico dress of mine. None of the girls came. Once I thought I heard steps at my door, and, fearing I had not caught the rap, hastened to open it. Just as I looked out, I saw a pink dress go floating down the corridor. I do believe some girl who intended to come in caught a glimpse of me through the key-hole and got enough. Just as the gong sounded, a tall, queenl}- looking girl met me at the door, told me her name was Margaret Page, and then kissed me. I put my arms around her neck and I fear a few tears came, — no, I am sure they did not. We talked all the time during breakfast, and, although she did not like to talk about herself, I found out that she had finished the year before, but was now taking a special course in music. Later I learned that she was an orphan, her home in Virginia, and that she had a large fortune. I could hardly keep from laughing outright when, happening to glance at two or three girls, who were talking in an undertone, I noticed that the}- stopped, looked embarrassed, and hid their faces. The pink dress that I had seen in the corridor contained one of them, and as quietly as I could I asked Miss Page this young lady ' s name. She answered that it was Ida Buford, and that she had until now been considered the prettiest girl in school, I fear I then had my full share of Will ' s conceit, for I could not help noticing the slight accent placed on until now. Miss Roper took charge of me immediately after we had finished and led me to her office. I was scared sure enough, then. She asked me what class I wished to enter, and when I told her the graduating class, she exclaimed, You can not do it ! You can not do it ! That is, you are too young. When I persisted, she said if I wished I could try the examinations, and that if I failed no one should know it but us. This was very kind, but I did not fail. 1 06 After study-hall, as I went to my room that night, I passed an open door and could not help hearing the voices that came from within. I recognized the voice of the pink dress: Margaret is rich enough to take her up if she wants to, and it won ' t hurt her social standing, but if she does, I intend to drop her acquaintance. I don ' t like her style of beauty, and Guy don ' t either. I had walked very slowly until it dawned upon my brain that I was the subject of the conversation, and then I quickened my pace. This thing went on in about this manner for several months, but I could not tell mother and father half that was said about their little girl for fear she would be sent for. Although I did try my best to make friends with most of the girls, I made a most complete failure. This did not hurt me, for having entered school two months after the beginning of the session, I had some hard work to do in making up lost time, and I was trying to surprise mother with my progress in music. Then, I had a large number of correspondents, and so kept all my spare moments filled writing letters. There were only eight in the graduating class, and Miss Roper, according to her custom, was to give each member a reception some time during the school year. At these receptions, all the larger girls were present, and my ! the times I did have inventing excuses to get to stay in my room. By April, father and I had fully convinced Will ( I never say Uncle Will ) that Miss Guilford did not care anything for him. (You know this was the prime cause of my exile.) We did not do this by ourselves, however, for she, herself, had unwittingly helped us by marrying a Chicago banker. Mother and father were now very anxious for me to make myself known at school, but I did not wish to do so until my reception, which, at my own request, was to be the last of May. Ida Buford ' s was to be the last of April. Ida was having what she called a gorgeous dress made for her reception, for Guy, her best beau, of whom she was always talking, was to come from his home about a hundred miles 107 away. She had a picture of him on her dresser, and once when we held a senior-class meeting in her room, I had seen it. He was very handsome, and — why was it I wanted to look again, and yet again, at that grand noble face? One night, I asked Margaret to come to my room, and I asked her in a roundabout way all about Guy Rudolph. They had known each other since childhood, and of course she knew every- thing of him. Then she said I simply had to go to that reception and meet him. What will love not accomplish? Was what I did wrong? Guy says not. I told Margaret all — everything, even how madly I loved Guy, although I had never seen him. She was shocked, horrified, delighted. Of course my secret was safe with her. Margaret was a graduate and could go down town with the girls without a teacher. Several times we went the next two weeks, and to the dressmaker ' s, too. Dear Margaret, she was so good to me. Every day we went into the chapel and danced, while we hummed the airs; she was so afraid I had forgotten some of the steps. How happy I was ! For was not my exile to end a month sooner than I had planned ? How I blessed Margaret, for it was she who had decided that I was to attend Ida ' s reception and was to be dressed as a young lady of your position should be, you silly little thing. ' ' My conscience never troubled me at all ; in fact, I don ' t believe I had one, for there I was maliciously planning to take some of Ida ' s property (Guy) away from her if my scheme, or rather Margaret ' s, should succeed, and it didn ' t say a word. The dress we had gotten up (Margaret did most of the planning) was beautifully simple, being liberty silk over blue taffeta, here and there caught up with bunches of deep blue forget-me-nots. On the evening of the reception, Margaret came to my room to dress. She put three times as much care on me as herself. Dear, unselfish thing! She was so afraid that I would not look just 1 08 perfect that of course we were late getting down to the parlors. All the girls had assembled, and Miss Roper was giving them a lecture on etiquette. I can not attempt to tell how I was received, for it was too ridiculous. The looks, the whispers, and at last Miss Roper said aloud, Why it ' s you, Miss Manchester, and then turned as crimson as the roses Ida Buford wore on her white dress. This dress was a marvel of satin and lace of the most costly kind, and was lovely, but there was most too much of it, Margaret and I thought. Guy ' s train was late and it was ten before he arrived at the reception. Ida looked dissatis- fied ; I felt so. I was at the piano, singing to Margaret and several young men, when he came in. He stopped in the door, and looked around. Was there ever another man so handsome? Ida went to meet him, but he would not enter the room until the song was finished. Then Margaret also went to meet him. He said something, they all looked at me, and I thought 1 should faint. Just then the band commenced a waltz in the music hall and most of us were claimed. Guy danced with Ida. Later I saw him talking to Margaret, and then they started toward me. It was over. I had met him, and there I was on one of the side galleries with him, while my partner was searching everywhere for me inside. He took my card and wrote his name for five dances, and I didn ' t say a word, only smiled. I slept none that night. The next morning Guy sent me a large box of forget-me-nots, and I accepted them. Miss Roper told me I could. She didn ' t see the note that was in the bottom of the box. How my heart tingled all day. When Guy reached his home, he wrote to me asking if we might correspond. During the month between Ida ' s reception and mine, I received twelve letters, four boxes of candy and six of flowers from him. 109 About this time Ida fell desperately in love with a boy who was corresponding with her. Guy came over to my reception. I wore white. Just before he left he said, Little girl, you look beautiful, but not half so much so as you did in the blue silk and forget-me-nots just one month ago. And then some more which I can ' t tell you. All that was a year ago. Now, Margaret has decided to take care of Will in his old age, and I am already Mrs. Guy Rudolph. A. H. B. ' 99. HER IDEAL. jf.S. ER school days were over; those dear days filled with pleasure and free from pain. She was now to get her first glimpse of the world outside the convent walls — the world filled with so much good and, alas, so much evil. She and her mother were going to spend the summer at a Southern resort, and she was planning and dreaming of the pleasures in store for her. Standing one afternoon on the veranda of a summer hotel, she was lost in meditation, thinking of all her roseate dreams and speculating as to whether they would come true. She had met many young men, but none of them reached her ideal of a man. The sound of approaching footsteps suddenly roused her from revery. She looked up and saw her friend, Jere Mayo, coming up the walk with a handsome stranger. Miss Maury, allow me to present my friend, Mr. Reynolds. lone raised her head to greet the stranger, their eyes met, and her cheeks suddenly paled. She felt that at last she had realized her ideal, that before her stood the man of her fancy and maiden dreams. ii i At that moment a gay crowd came laughingly out to welcome the new arrival, for Marion Reynolds was the favorite of all the young people, and his coming was the signal for the beginning of the social gaieties. Soon a crowd could be seen at one end of the veranda, planning picnics and pleasure parties. Last of all a grand ball, to which all looked forward with expectation and delight. lone and Marion were thrown together quite often at the social functions of the gay hotel, and soon became very good friends. One morning they started on a trip to some beautiful falls just across the lake. The day was fine, the sun casting myriads of reflections upon the calm w r aters. Their spirits were exuberant and all anticipated a charming day. They reached the foot of the mountain, where the falls began, about noon, and, finding a shady spot, spread their dainty lunch. After the meal they began the ascent of the mountain, lone and Marion forming the rear. In trudging up the steep mountain side, lone placed her foot on a loose stone, which gave way and carried her rushing and whirling to the very bottom. She lay stunned and breathless, bruised and wounded by the sharp-jutting rocks. Marion sprang after her and caught her almost lifeless form in his arms. He knew then that he loved blindly, passionately, and bitterly felt that love had come into his life only to be snatched away instantly by death. The remainder of the party came rushing down, brought thither by the agonized cries of Marion. Restoratives were administered, and soon her heart began slowly to beat ; her lids unclosed. Later she was borne gently to the boat and carried back to the hotel. The next morning she was able to be with her friends, though pale and weak. At last the evening of the grand ball came. The magnificent saloon was decorated with palms and trailing vines. The perfume of the sweet-scented carnation was wafted upon the breeze. The great candelabra were flooding the apartment with their dazzling light, making the saloon a 112 veritable Eden with its light, warmth and beauty. The musicians were seated in an alcove, screened from view by tall potted plants and a labyrinth of vines. Already the dancers were beginning to assemble, and the musicians were breathing forth delicious and entrancing strains. lone, in her dainty boudoir, was adding the finishing touches to her superb ball gown. She was a dream of beauty, so thought Marion Reynolds, as later on in the evening she came floating into the ballroom. He was instantly by her side and checking off dance after dance with her full consent. At length wearied by the pleasures of the dance, they sauntered out to a summer-house near- by. There Marion began, tremblingly and eloquently, the story of his love. lone listened with bowed head to his passionate entreaty, as he pleaded, Ah, tell me that you do care for me. She answered fervently, I love thee, Marion. 113 Only a woman, I hear you say, Only a woman, and her weak way ; We ' ve little to hope, and less to fear Her form ls fragile, her hands are white, When she ' s for or against us here. But a tower of strength in the cause of right ; Using her talents in age or youth To further the cause of a living truth. She will scale the heights with light quick feet, Where the chamois halts, and fears to leap, Or downward pass on her mission bent, O ' er Niagara ' s steep descent. A woman ' s weapons are love and tears, Patience and hope through long sad years ; Knowing the value and worth of prayer, Faith to trust and courage to dare. She does not stop to reason and think, When she sees a soul on the awful brink Of that dark deep precipice called despair, Just how or why he happens there ? Words of beauty with wisdom fraught, Pearls from the living waters brought ; These and more a woman can say, And they help along in a woman ' s way. Only a woman, standing alone ; Reason and intellect equal your own ; Give her a chance, she ' 11 win the day, And do it, too, in a woman ' s way. A woman can see with clearer eyes, Piercing the veil twixt earth and skies ; Man on a level will stop and say, But woman works in a different way. And one more weapon, then I am done, The average woman can use her tongue, And words can pass from her dainty lips, Sweet as the nectar the brown bee sips. 114 HIS CHOICE. CENE I. — May Burroughs ' s boudoir. A fair maid stands before the mirror combing her golden brown hair, while another girl sits in the cozy corner building some airy castle. ' ' I say, May, asked Edith Bane, when was the last time you saw Arthur Hall? I declare, I am so jealous of you. Why, Edith, I am the one to feel jealous, Arthur was here Sunday. What news do you know? Well, now May, I will tell you every word he said to me, if you will do the same. Apparently this plan pleases, as the gas is lowered and two girlish heads are bent in compar- ing notes on Arthur Hall. Which one does he love? Well, we shall see. Scene II. — A lighted drawing-room. Music fills the air. Take a peep into the library and you will find two heads together, busy with some important plan. Now, Edith, let us go. We shall see him at the same time and learn our fate. What a brilliant thought, May; you have certainly a bright mind, replied Edith, and I am afraid that you will be the favored one. 115 They tiptoe lightly down the steps and then along the path leading to a secluded spot, where they had seen Arthur disappear a few minutes before. Oh, Edith, how my heart beats; there he is on the willow seat alone. I know he is think- ing of one of us, exclaimed May, as she sees her lover ' s head through the trees. They creep up, intending to go boldly around in front of him and then and there in the moonlight to make him decide between them, — but, listen : Julia, dear, if you wish it, I will drop all my flirtations; you know I tell you everything I say to other girls. Two figures rush up the front steps of this house where the reception is being held and into the drawing-room, beautiful with so many brightly dressed girls flitting about like butterflies. Why, girls, what is the matter? ' ' We have seen ' ' — Something strange. But that was all they would say. 116 OUR NATIONAL LEGISLATURE. Its Organization and Methods. 3H]HE law-making power of our government is vested in a double legislature-Congress, con- k sisting of the Senate and House of Representatives. The Senate consists of two represen- ' - tatives from each of the States of the Union, elected by the State legislature for a term of six years, one-third of whom are elected every two years. They may be said to come from, and represent, the State, or the people organized as corporate bodies politic, in contradistinction to the legislators, who come from and are elected directly by the people. They are not, however, delegates of the governments of the States, and are not subject to be instructed even by the legis- lature which elected them, each senator voting according to his own individual opinion. The Senate makes its own rules of procedure, and its presiding officer, the Vice-President of the United States, administers these rules. Its business is facilitated by the appointment of commit- tees, whose duties are to investigate and examine closely and carefully all measures presented for the con sideration of the body, and submit reports upon these subjects, advising the best method of pro- cedure thereon. These committees being better informed generally than the rest of the body upon these measures to which their consideration is called, necessarily have a very great influence in shap- ing and directing legislation. The Vice- President of the United States is the presiding officer of the Senate, and in case of his sickness or death, the president pro-tempore, elected from the membership by the Senate, acts as chairman. 117 The members of the House of Representatives are elected by and are direct representatives of the people. They represent them not in a mass, but by States, the number of representatives depend- ing on the population of the State from which they come. The term of a representative is limited to two years, the presumption of the founders of our government being that they should come fresh from, and be familiar with, the desires and will of the people. Unlike the Senate, they are all elected at the same time, making a new House every two years, which accounts for the expression Congresses, when in reality there is no new Congress. The House, like the Senate, makes its own rules, regulating the number and duties of its officers, and of its method of doing business. It has its different standing committees, as has the Senate, but in much greater numbers, and these are appointed by its Speaker, who is the leader of the party in power. Being too large a body to engage in extended and lengthy debate, it has to be guided to a great extent by its committees, who have it in their power to practically shape legislation, and control the acts of the entire body, and being created by the Speaker, these committees are to a great extent subservient to his will, thus making him the most powerful officer of our government, unless it is the chief executive himself. This power thus vested in one man is, we are persuaded, dangerous to our republican institutions, and was never dreamed of by the founders of our government. The Speaker of the House of Representatives was intended to be chairman of that body and nothing more. It was never intended by our constitutional forefathers that he should influence legislation one way or the other. To-day under the present regime he is practically dictator. To the visitor who for the first time views the workings of our national legislature, it must seem like a disorderly school-boy debating society. Unless the subject under consideration is one of vast importance, you find some of the members reading, others writing, and still others talking, i iS while perhaps some industrious recently elected member, who feels that his first and sole duty lies in making a fuss in order to convince his constituents that he is revolutionizing the country, is advocating perhaps some insignificant measure which he himself has introduced. The idea is prevalent in our country, and especially in the South, that congressmen have easy paying jobs, and that after they have served a term or two, other deserving men should likewise be honored. Not only so, but some men expect their representative to reform and remodel even- law on the statute books of our government before he has hardly taken his seat. The congressman who learns the rules and bearings of congress, discovers the good side of the Speaker, and posts himself sufficiently on national issues to talk intelligently, has accomplished the work of a term. It ' s true any representative can introduce a measure, but where is his support ? He has first to form an alliance with other colleagues, and perhaps pledge himself to support other measures, in order to obtain their support and backing. No representative introduces a measure, for fun, for every time his resolutions are defeated, his strength and influence are weakened. He must first convince his colleagues, that he possesses intellect and ability sufficient to merit their support and confidence, and until he has demonstrated that ability and gained that influence, his efforts are useless, and his measures are defeated. Changing representatives every term has the effect of compelling your representative to institute his canvass or campaign for another election almost before the election returns have been announced, for fear he will be dethroned, thus causing him to misappropriate that time which should be devoted to those duties for which he has been elected. We should advocate the election and reelection of good, able men, who have the interest of their country at heart, who are not afraid of losing their jobs, and who are not, on account of inexperience, continually experimenting and guessing as to the proper policy for our government. 119 REFLECTIONS. Could we mend the vows we ' ve broken, Could we recall the words we ' ve spoken, Life would be a different thing ; But what is said or done is fate. And repentance comes too late, Ah ! that ' s the bitterest sting. Could we do all that we dream, Could we be all that we $ee?n t Earth would be a paradise ; But we idly sit and moan, That our joys come not full-blown. So our world is full of sighs. Let us learn that life is work, ' T is not ours to choose or shirk. That which we desire, If we find some tasks severe, Let us hold them doubly dear, For gold is cleansed bv fire. 1 20 THE BLACK DOMINO. I T WAS the night of the Comus ball. All New Orleans wore a festive air ; the Grand Opera House was filled to overflow. L,ittle Mignon was there. She was gowned in pink from head to toe, and a diamond star gleamed in the dusk) ' tresses of the dainty Creole maid. The witching hour of midnight was near ; the band played entrancingly, gloriously, for only Paris and the Crescent City know how to be nation- ally, wholly happy on a fete day. Mignon had danced Ah ! danced until her feet ached. With a gasp she had for a moment rested by a huge palm when she was approached by a figure gloomily clad in sombre black like a monk. Would Mademoiselle favor him just once? he pleaded and the band played, and oh! this little flower of the tropics felt all her blood atingle. She had never danced before, it was heavenly ; and who was this cowled monk so priestly in his garb and yet, yet, ah ! so, — everything that youth, and hope, and beauty seek. Three times around the Grand Opera House they sped and then the mask must come off. ' T was to a burst of triumphal music from the French orchestra that their identity was disclosed. She — sweet, dainty and magnetic. He, young and handsome. There was a painful though brief pause, and he said, I am Maurice Despommier, at your service, with a low bow. She replied, I am Mignon, Mignon de Montan, I live on the Esplanade. 121 Yet love needs no introduction. He offered her his arm and the great unknowing crowd, as it surged by them, little dreaming that a chapter written in the heart ' s blood was being enacted before them. For what is a gay young maid, clad in satin sheen, and a dreary looking old monk walking side by side, smiling and talking together ? I can come and see you? To-morrow, is it not? Oh, oui, she replied, to-morrow, but in the back way, in the old garden; you know, there you will find me. Any old mammie will show you the way, and then a pretty blush suffused the girlish face. Will you, he hesitated, will you let me be your — the sentence was never finished. Her father had come with wrap in hand. Mignon whispered, bonne nuit, and was gone. She lived in a one story, tiled roof building, on the Esplanade. An iron balcony with clam- bering rose vines adorned its front- Huge magnolia trees were on the lawn in the front of the house. On the balcony at this very hour sat her father and Monsieur Louis de Girardi. He was rich, old and bald, yet he was the betrothed of la petite Mignon. Even now, he and her father were deeply engrossed in city politics, and their conversation was a mixture of Creole, French and English. The finest of cigars were being smoked, and a very black servant, with a very white coat, continually handed tall Venetian glasses with either absinthe or creme du menthe, as was the custom from time immemorial in this part of the city. But where was little Mignon ? Oh ! I can tell you where she was, and always is when the sun shines as it does to-day. Out in the garden at the back of the house, the high old wall all around, and wit hin all the odors of the jessamine, rose and violet. [22 What was she doing, la pauvre infant? Reading? My heavens, no! She was sewing, for was she not betrothed, and now it was February. She had embroidered a letter, her betrothed ' s initial, G, as is the French custom, on countless sheets, pillow-cases and tablecloths, until the old oaken chest was quite full. All the girls on the Esplanade envied Mignon ; she was to be so rich ; she was to be married just when the wistaria vines bloom and when the orange trees blow, and everybody knows that is in spring. Monsieur de Girardi had already given her a string of seed pearls just like the ones worn by Calve and Nordica when they sang in the city last, and then, too, Mignon was very beautiful, with eyes like velvet, not like stars, and a skin like the magnolia petals lying on the grass in the summer time. On a rustic bench she sat beneath a huge live-oak. The wall was very high, the sky was very blue, the roses were all abloom, golden-hearted ones, pink ones and red ones. The jessamines sent a delicate odor towards her. She industriously sewed on, working a big G on some linen. Faithful little soul ! Faithful did I say. Who knows a woman ' s heart? Just then two white butterflies drifted past her. Why do white butterflies always go in pairs, and why are they so very happy? Mignon ' s thoughts were on the Comus ball, a soft pair of eyes looked into hers, a hand clasped her own again, and though she strived to place the needle correctly in the cloth, her fingers trembled, her heart throbbed, and her lips parted as she whispered automatically, Maurice, Maurice. Just then, with a quick leap over the garden wall, he came. In a moment he had her hand, he kissed her finger tips rapturously, passionately. Mignon, he said, why am I not received in your salon ? Why am I to come here, and what is this letter I see embroidered by your hand ? ' ' Hush, hush, she whispered, I am to be married on the fourteenth. My fiance even now is talking on the front veranda with mon pere. 123 Do you love this man, — are you happy, my little pink rose? Happy, she murmured, how could I be! He is old and ugly. I have not been consulted, II est tres riche — Oh! vous ne savez. Riche, he repeated, Oh ! darling what about me? I could take care of yon. Marry me, ma petite. My father lives in Spain ; he will give me all I need. Fly with me, cherie! Oh, no, she exclaimed, lam afraid. You do not know my father. But all the same the work fell to her feet and two large tears rolled from the dark eyes. Maurice was quite human, so he held her for a moment on his heart. If he kissed her, I do know ; it does not concern me. Yet he came to the old garden every day. Who can guess the whispered words of young love ' s dream breathed there among the fragrance of the flowered sweets ? In the meantime, all the old dames were wondering and admiring concerning the beauty of Mignon ' s trousseau. Armoire after armoire was packed full. Who, said they, had ever seen such a lavish display of lingerie? French modistes had been employed. Such lovely gowns, a queen would envy Mignon. Ah, mais elle est heureuse, they murmured, w-ith a shake of the head. Poor little Mignon out in the garden, she tremulously awaited the hour when Maurice would come — and he always came. Cherie, cherie, he whispered, lovest thou me? Will you not forgive her? She was very young and he was very handsome. Love you! she breathed into his anxious ear, why am I here every day? Do you see the white butterflies? They always fly off two together. Dearest, every day I have envied them, they are so happy — -oh! so happy, — and the tears came to the black eyes, and Maurice could only imprison the little hands and imprint one hundred, nay one thousand, kisses thereon. 124 The fatal day had arrived. Shall I tell you all the Creole customs? Mignon on the day of her wedding, peeped from the canopy of the large mahogany bedstead. The sun was shining brightly. Myriad roses blossomed, heavy in the dew ; the lilies and pansies on the garden walk never seemed so joyous. The orange trees made all the air heavy with perfume, and above all, her little pet bird sang from its cage a most thrilling roundelay. Her cafe au lait had been served her in bed. Already the home was full of people. She was kept like a fine wax doll packed, so to speak, in cotton. Monsieur de Girardi had just sent her a box of jewelry. Poor Maurice ! The garden seat would not see her to-day. Yesterday, she had kissed him good-bye ; yes, kissed him ! The mirror opposite reflected a very roseate face, yet she said, I do not care; I did love him; and she tossed the box away. Going to the dresser she opened her prayer-book and rapturously kissed a withered violet, and then she said her prayers. The old garden was a scene of great animation. All the neighbors were there. Its high brick walls had been over- curtained with white canvas, somewhat like a circus tent. Up next to the walls there grew tall palms and bananas, and rose vines trailed and bloomed and smiled and made the world happy in every available space. The Confederate jessamine, a beautiful star-shaped flower, adorned trellis and arbor, and verbenas and geraniums and orange blossoms made all the earth a Paradise. The table was set out in this back yard on the lawn. It was adorned with lovely roses and cut glass and silver, and the latter bore the coat of arms dating from the dynasty of the first Napoleon. Now the oldest and best of the Creole families had assembled, for the evening had come. The little bride had been safely stored away in her bedroom all day. She had been kept bus} ' answering notes and thanking people for their presents. The front of the house wore a festive air in spite of its austere mahogany furniture and its tall, stiff candelabra and waxen candles, for huge bowls of roses were everywhere 125 ill evidence, and, continually, dusky servants appeared handing on silver salvers wine of antique vintage. The bridesmaids, too, had appeared, and Father Ignatius was momentarily expected. In her room, Mignon stood before the mirror in a glow of excitement. Her ivory satin robe fitted her like a glove. Oh, so beautiful! exclaimed Siddonie, the maid of honor. Celeste. Odette, Valentine and Marie were all there, and the}- admired her more than words can express. She was lovely ; yet beneath the crown of orange blossoms there was a sad little face, and the string of pearls fell over a bosom restless, and ah! — who can tell the emotions beneath that white satin corsage? Anyhow Mignon suddenly turned to her companions, and, with a waive of her hand, said, Oh, I wish just one moment alone. With light jest and laughter they left her. She fell upon her prie dieu ; she clasped her rosary with eyes uplifted. Counting the beads she began her orison — but listen ! Just outside of the window casement, a voice soft, trainange, with a mandolin for accompaniment, sang, Je suis triste, je voudrais mourir Mignon, Mignon, c ' est l ' amour toujours, toujours. A tremor seized Mignon ; she parted the curtains. There she beheld the black domino of the Comus ball, yet she knew it was Maurice Despommier. She stood a moment, surprised, frightened, and he only whispered Cherie, come, Cherie, come. In a moment the black domino left him to enshroud her. The strains of Mendelssohn ' s wedding march were borne upon the air but the bride had cast backward a long string of seed pearls; over the ivory satin gown a priest ' s robe was thrown. Onward they hastened to the Jackson Square Cathedral, where a lenient Father made them man and wife. A little skiff, swift and sure, carried them over the jetties to a white-sailed vessel which bore them toward the Mexic Gulf to a clime all sweetness and light. 126 Mignon ! Mignon ! Ah ! little fair}-, thou hast proved again the truth of the story, sweet and old, of love and its mysterious ways. Mignon and Maurice, you bear the envy of the whole world with you across the blue waves of a blue, blue sea. Ethel Hileyer Harris. 127 THE LEGEND OF THE COOSA. [Reprinted from the Shorter Chimes, 1897.] Their names are on our waters and we can not wash them out. ' ONG years ago, when the Cherokees, a mighty tribe, occupied the territory surrounding the present city of Rome, there was no Coosa River, nor any river running in its direction, but, occupy- ing the valleys between these hills, was a vast lake (?), a beautiful lake, whose placid waves had never been agitated save when kissed by the summer zephyrs. On one occasion when the Cherokees were returning from their annual hunt, they beheld a strange sight A white swan, pure as the snow that the sun has never looked upon, was circling round and round over the lake, ever and anon crying Coo-sa, Coo-sa. Many suns had risen and sunk to rest, and still the white swan hovered over the lake, and still the notes of liquid melody died away upon the evening air, Coo-sa, Coo-sa, Coo-sa. At last the winged beauty ceased its circling, and with poised wings hovered over the spot which is now the junction of the rivers, when lo, a wondrous transformation : The swan became a maiden, whose beauty was fairer than the moonlight, brighter than the starlight. A moment she paused, then with her fair face turned westward, floated on the wings of the wind towards the land of the Creeks. The waters of the lake, allured by the transcendtnt beauty of the maiden, forsook the bed of their long repose and followed after her. As she drifted away in the distance, a sweet refrain was wafted back, Ala-bama, Ala-bama. Pearl Futrell. 128 IN THE LABORATORY. PROFESSOR SCHULTZ had gone out leaving the zoology class busy with the microscope searching for amocbcc. Profound silence reigned until the door across the hall signaled Professor Schultz ' s safe arrival. Then — Cleo : Say, have you all found anything? Effiemai : I ' ve got something, but he won ' t stay still long enough for me to see what he is. How do you make him stay still? Beatrice: Shoot him. Cledie : Who ' s going to the circus Monday? Beatrice : Me. Cledie : So am I, Claude : I wish President Simmons would let us boarders go. I certainly am going down town that day and see the parade — if I have to have an engagement with the dentist to get there. [Judge for yourself how much she wished to see the parade.] Effiemai: Cleo, will you go if President Simmons will let us? 9 129 Cleo : Of course, I will. Beatrice: Whoop! I saw an amoeba just go a-loping across. [Great excitement. All rush to her microscope to assure themselves that the amoeba was really out of sight (?) .] Cleo : Say, girls, I think if there are lots of animals with the circus, it would be a glorious opportunity to study zoology. I think that the zoology class ought to go, at any rate. Boarders: Why, of course; and Effiemai patted Cleo on the back and smiled benignantly. Some One: Remind Professor Schultz when he comes. Mabel: Oh, here are some amoeba eggs! [All rush to Mabel ' s microscope, but rush back again when footsteps are heard in the hall.] Enter Professor Schultz. Mabel (in a calmly excited voice): Professor Schultz, will you come here, please, and tell me what I have found? Professor Schultz: I see nothing but some protococcus. Don ' t pay any attention to that. See if you can find an amoeba. Effiemai (clearing her throat) : Er — Cleo (looking scornfully at Effiemai): Er — Mr. Schultz — Professor Schultz: Have you found an amoeba, Miss Archer? (looking through the microscope): he must have moved; I don ' t see him. Exit Professor Schultz, after a few directions and inquiries. Beatrice: Where is the chloroform? Eula : Chloroform the amoeba and dissect him. 130 Some One : The best way is to put some on a handkerchief and hold it under his nose. A lull in the general buzz reveals the fact that Cledie is talking. ClEdiE : And the man got them to stand there, with their heads on one side, and just a-smiling, and then picked up his camera and walked off. All laughed, not so much because the joke was funny ; but because it was closely connected with every circus they had ever seen. Effiemai : Oh, I ' ve just got to go! Mabel: Come here! Here ' s a rotifer! But the class remembered the amoeba eggs! Claude : Cleo, ask Professor Schultz if he doesn ' t think we ought to go to see the animals. ClEO : Why, Claude, I think it would be much better for you to ask him. Boarders: Yes, you are president, and it ' s your duty. He ' s coming now; ask him. Enter Professor Schultz. Professor Schultz: You will observe that the amoeba, etc. , etc. We hadn ' t found the amoeba. A. R. HiXWrm CX:- f livt iii yi|P ' WWJ WS§| Plisy Wullli M £ ! £i , $0 K IsSP I3 1 ROMANCE OF A SCHOOL GIRL. CHOOL opened in September, and all of the girls had become very much attached to their room- mates, when one night it was announced that a new girl was coming. She shan ' t room with me, came from a chorus of girls. Finally, the girl came, and it fell to the lot of one very naughty little maid to have her as a companion. Poor girl, had she known how she was blessed out, she would have been very miserable, although Ril, the new girl, and Mignon became fast friends, sharing the joys and sorrows of a boarding-school life. One day a letter came to Ril, and she proceeded to read it to her friend. When she had fin- ished, Mignon said, Oh ! I want him. What does he look like? Is he a blonde? Yes, was the answer, and they finally decided that Ril should send by Sunday ' s mail an introduction of Mignon to Jim. i3 2 This being done, of course, in a few days here came a letter from New York to Mignon. Who could it be from? Why, she had no idea, but she found it was from Jim. After a few letters, photographs were exchanged and this became, in the course of time, what might be termed ' ' a mysterious love affair. ' ' Four years have passed since this occurrence, and it is now summer. Mignon is visiting Ril. Can you not guess why they are so excited ? Jim w ill be here in five minutes, says Ril. After Jim had left that night, Ril came up, and playfully putting her arms around Mignon, she said: Tell me all, dear. Mignon hung her head and said, hesitatingly : I feel sorry to disappoint you, Ril, but I have been engaged to Eugene White four years, and you know I have always loved him. 1.32 SHORTER BELLS. All the girls are sweetly sleeping, Not a sound is anywhere — Suddenly a bell is ringing — Wash your face and comb your hair. Girls are up and dressed for breakfast, Rooms in order all around — Suddenly a bell is ringing — It is not often that one frowns. Mail is called, and girls get letters ; After while the school-bell rings — We have heard things that sound better — Then to work for everything. Next one is the bell for dinner ; We are as empty as a hat, Rushing wildly for the table, Think of neither this nor that. Three o ' clock does come so soon, And we hear the same old tune, Get to study and to practise Every day until next June. o. a a aaao, ix ah 134 HALLOWE ' EN FUN AT SHORTER. AST Tuesday evening, there was a grand time at Shorter College. I know, for I was there ! And such a Hallowe ' en as those seventy-five girls had ! First they went to the woods the ' S day before, and returned laden with maple and blaek-gum boughs, golden, yellow and red. They hung them all over the walls of the gymnasium hall, which is in the basement, and has, by the way, the legendary dark closet in the cellar connected with it, where if you go and look in a mirror you will see your future lover. A little after dark, some of the girls ran over after me to come. I said, No, I am too tired ! What are you going to do ? Oh ! lots of things, but we can ' t tell you. You must come. I did go, and I don ' t know when I have had such a big time. I was in the thick of the fight, and it had a long and varied programme, nothing classical, so to speak, — everything on the rag time and Georgia Camp-meeting order. First, there were five large tubs of water with apples to be bobbed for. I never did get any though I dived repeatedly. Every one had succeeded, however, and mixed with the merry chatter was the continued munching of the apples. Then came the raisin exploit. Then the big cake three feet square was brought in by Miss Waddell and placed on a table. It contained a ring, a thimble and a copper. Miss Catie Ellis cut, and won the ring. One of the girls said, Mrs. Harris, will you come into the chamber of horrors? I said : I will go. ' 35 As they opened the door to a dark passage, two ghosts, masked, seized me, a ghastly illuminated vision glared at me from the wall, then I was blindfolded and led into a dark closet. The ghosts murmured dolefully as they produced a faint, sickening light, Behold in this mirror your future sweetheart. In a twinkling, a boyish face with black eyes, mustache and a Rough-Rider hat appeared over my left shoulder and I was kissed ! But I did not mind it even if they did groan and blindfold me again. I decided that Miss Worrill ' s kisses are as sweet as her singing ! Now, groaned my spooks, Will you communicate with the spirit world? And I groaned that I would. They led me behind a curtain and a more spooky spook than all grabbed me with a mournful strength, and held me there — those three held me. The black spook had a hand as cold as the grave — in fact it was a kid glove stuffed with ice. It had the desired effect. I was too overcome to even tr3 ' to faint, and they led me back with triumphant groans to the scene of light, youth and jollity, where twenty or thirty girls were crowding around the door to have a similar experience. Just then they began to hand around large waiters of peanuts, chestnuts and taffy candy, with no sign of abatement in the appetites. Miss Waddell next brought forth some slips of paper. Each young lady took one ; it contained her fortune, but must be held to the light to be read. My ! how they crowded about the chandeliers and even the gas jets in the hall, standing on chairs and tables. They reminded me of what I imagine the stock exchange is on Wall Street ! Such eagerness and excitement. Yet there was something pathetically be autiful in the picture. Sunny curls and curls of jet, brown braids and auburn tresses, and eyes of blue and eyes of black, all bent over that wonderful mystical question, asked and pon- dered by every woman : My fortune, what will it be ? 136 God grant those innocent, pretty young creatures a light portion of care and sorrow — light as a feather ! But just here was another diversion. It was announced that the gypsy fortune-teller had arrived ! So, she being the most authentic, was largely sought for. She occupied a magnificent throne behind a dark curtain. She must have come direct from Spain. She was gotten up in a style that would make a Mexican toreador turn green with envy. She wore a crimson bolero spangled and braided ; and bracelets — three or four on each arm. On her neck, eight strands of different-colored beads ; rings on every finger, and a large ring in her nose ! I don ' t know how she managed it, but she did, and told good fortunes, too ! I hope every bit of mine will come true ! Every girl at Shorter is to marry rich ! That is a pointer for the Rome boys ; they had better stir around if they expect to be in the fair contingent on the hill ! The party was under the management of the Misses Waddell, Wylie, Johnson and Dean, and Mesdames Henry Simmons and Weddell. They certainly deserve the thanks of the girls for their kindness and such a ' ' perfectly lovely ' ' time ! I left before it was quite over, they still laughing and joking, the incarnation of light-hearted happiness. Ethel Hileyer Harris. 137 TWO QUEER LETTERS. Madame: — Most worthy of admiration, after long considera- tion and much meditation on the great reputation you possess in the nation, I have a strong inclination to become your relation. On your appropriation of the declaration, I shall make preparation to remove my situation to a more convenient station, to profess my admiration, and if such oblation is worthy of observation and can obtain commis- seration it will be an aggrandization beyond all calculation of the joy and exultation of yours, Sans Dissimulation. II ll The following is the still more curious answer: ' ' Sir : — I perused your oration with much deliberation at the great infatuation of your imagination to such veneration on so slight a foundation, but after examination and much serious contemplation, I supposed your animation was the fruit of recreation, or had sprung from ostentation to display your education by an odd enumeration, or rather multiplication, of words of the same termination, though of great variation in each respective signification. Now, without dispu- tation, your laborious application in so tedious an occupation deserves commendation, and thinking imitation a sufficient gratification, I am, without hesitation, yours, Mary Moderation. 138 Some Reforms We Should Like to See at Shorter Before the Century Closes. i. Rising bell not ring. 2. Ella and Rob have less desire to be romantic. 3. Professor Schultz dictate Geology lectures a bit slower. 4. Miss Austin come to meals on time. 5. Katherine Comer stop chatting in the Library. 6. Miss Dean succeed in having chapel music sufficiently fast. 7. Cleo stop saying I am so mad I could die. 8. Claude learn a new cake walk. 9. Miss Sallie trouble herself less about the express. 10. Caro stop and count ten before repeating sentimental poetry. 11. Ex-eavesdroppers learn that they never hear any good of themselves. 139 PEN PICTURES. Archer. — The glass of fashion and the mould of form — the observed of all observers. Copeland. — A coy and roguish maiden. Culpepper. — Women were made to give our eyes delight. Carver. — Never so rich a gem was set in less than gold. Dinges. — In forming mortals, art this decreed, to make some good, but others to exceed. Fouche. — But to see her was to love her. Love but her and love forever. Fortenberv. — When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. Gammon. — Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low — an excellent thing in woman. Hardy. — Half a day for a forgotten dream. Hartley. — Cupid have mercy. Jaynes. — And like the brook ' s low song, her voice, a sound which could not die. Lowrey. — A noble type of good, heroic, womanhood. Paul. — Her very foot hath music in ' t as she comes up the stairs . Smith. — I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again. Williams.— Blessings on thee, little one. Waddell. — Her looks were like a flower in May, her smile was like a summer morn. Worrill. — I only live to love thee. 140 JOKES AND WITTICISMS. Old Farmer (tending threshing machine, to applicant for a job) : Ever done any thrashing ? Applicant (modestly): I am the father of seventeen children. — Exchange. Clayra : What are you reading? Ethel : Rob Roy. Clayra: Thought you were reading that old Waverley novel. Claude (looking around for a place to put the clock) : I believe I will put the clock on the stove. Effiemai : Then we ' ll have Hot Times. 141 Say, Mister, yelled a boy, head that cow! 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CLUB, COLLEGE and CLASS PINS and RINGS. fffe ' WRlillBMIM }WJlBBi wm DESIGNERS MAKERS OF MEDALS.JEWELS.BADGES.CUPS ETC. FOR PRIZES PRESENTATIONS. Curry-Arrington Company THE DRUGGISTS The Chimes Published by Class of ' 99. Address BUSINESS MANAGER, ROME, GEORGIA. 316 Fifth Avenue, TI Booklet entitled Peace- • ful Scenes, written, illus- trated, printed and bound by The Stone Printing and Man- ufacturing Company, has been received from Mr. M. F. Bragg, traveling passenger agent of the Norfolk and Western, with headquarters at Roanoke Va. The book is profusely illustrated with good engrav- ings, showing the natural beauties of which that line abounds. Scenes in the Shen- andoah and Roanoke valleys and along the Blue Ridge are given and, in all, the publica- tion is one to which credence must be given to its author.— The Pittsburg Press. WE PRINTED THIS ANNUAL OUR WAY When we quote a price for a job of printing, it is for doing it our way ' Stone ' s way ' Our style is imitated by the printers of all this section, but it is difficult to imitate our style on an original order, without the same facilities, the same schooled employes, the large stock of papers, card-boards, and the same moving spirit, Have it done right , THE STONE PRINTING MANU- FACTURING COMPANY EDW, L STONE, President Nos. 110412-114 N Jefferson Street Roanoke, Virginia Charlottesville, Va., January 14, 1900, The Stone Printing and Man- ufacturing Company, Roanoke, Va. Gentlemen: — As we are now nearing the end, I wish to ex- press my admiration for the accuracy and thoroughness of your work. You have not only done amazingly correct printing, but have actually corrected several errors of ours. I have had printing done in Leipsig, Paris. I,on- don, Boston (Ginn ' s), New York (Harpers ' ), Baltimore, nd many less significant places, but I have never be- fore been so completely free from trouble growing out of errors of the printers and proof-readers. Sincerely your.-, Milton W. Humphreys. WE PRINT MANY ANNUALS F