Taylor University - Ilium / Gem Yearbook (Upland, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 168 of the 1917 volume:

To The Boys Who Enlisted 5 ' . faculty Rev. Monroe Vayhinger, A.M., B.D., D.D., President, Moores Hill College, Garrett Biblical Institute. ' Every noble life leaves a fibre of it interwoven forever in the work of the world. BURT W. AYRES, A.M., Ph.D., Dean, DePauw University, Tay- lor University. Professor of Mathematics and Philosophy. No man ever sank under the burden of the day. It is when to- morrow ' s burden is added to the burden of today that the weight is more than a man can bear. GEORGE SHAW, A.B., B.D. Hamline University, Drew Theo- logical Seminary. Professor of Bible and Church History. Now my soul has elbow room. NEWTON WRAY, B.D., D.D. DePauw University, Drew Theo- logical Seminary. Professor of Bible, Theology, and New Testa- ment Greek. His back to earth His face to heaven. I. B. PEAVY, M.Pd. Grove City College, Northwest- ern State Normal, Pennsylvania State University. Professor of Biology and Astronomy. An undevout astronomer is mad. ARTHUR VERNE WESTLAKE. Mus. Bac, Mus. Mas. Pupil of Theodore Leschetizky, Vienna, Austria. Director of Piano Department. The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the mas- ter ' s spell. GEORGE WHITFIELD RIDOUT. D.D. Methodist College, Newfound- land, Temple University, Phila- delphia. Professor of Bible and Church History. Just one word more. J. J. THEOBALD. Marietta Commercial College, Director of Commercial Depart- ment. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven. GUY N. SMITH, A.B. Northwestern University. Pro- fessor of History and English. Perhaps the longing to be so Helps to make the soul immortal. E. A. GOWAN. American Institute of Normal Methods, Guild-hall School of Music, London; Kullak Conserv- atory of Music; Berlin. Profes- sor of Piano and Public School Music. He does the work of a true man — Crown him, honor him, love him. MARIE ZIMMERMAN, A.B., Ph.D. University of Michigan, Univer- sity of Chicago. Professor of German and English. I do my work, All its results are Thine. FLORENCE EVELYN COBB, A.B. Kents Hill College, Curry School of Expression, Boston. Profes- sor of Oratory. But true expression, like the un- changing sun, Clears and improves whate ' er it shines upon. It gilds all objects, but it alters none. BERTHA MUNRO, A.B., A.M. Boston University, Harvard Uni- versity. Professor of English. What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other? SADIE LOUISE MILLER, Precep- tress. Taylor University Conservatory of Music. Professor of Piano. Do thy duty; that is best, Leave unto the dean the rest. SARAH T. HARDER, A.B. Asbury College. Professor of Greek and Latin. The mild expression spoke a mind, In duty, composed, resigned. MARGARET HABERMANN, A.B. University of Wisconsin. Profes- sor of Latin. She doth little kindnesses which most leave undone. EDITH D. OLMSTED. Ithaca Conservatory, of Vocal Music. Professor When God helps all the workers for His world, The singers shall have help of Him, not last. CORA FALES, A.B.,A.M. Cornell University, Taylor Uni- versity. Professor of Mathe- matics. Duty is the great mountain road to God. MAUDE JACKSON. Bradley Institute, Ohio Wesley- an University. Professor of Do- mestic Economy. She smiles — life ' s brightest rain- bows shine; She frowns — we dare not fail. ft MARY 0. SHILLING. International School of Art, Chi- cago Art Institute. Professor of Art. Art helps to make the habitation, the form, and the character of man beautiful. OLIVE MAE DRAPER, A.B., A.M. Taylor University. Professor of Chemistry. Work and love — they are the body and soul of the human being. I ' NELLE SMITH, Mus. Bac. Oberlin Conservatory, Taylor University Conservatory. In- structor of Piano. Idle hearts only the dark future frightens; Play the sweet keys wouldst thou keep them in tune. CLARICE PHILLIPS. Instructor of Piano. Music that gentler on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes. ETHEL MAE KNISELEY, Mus. Bac. Beaver Musical Institute. In- structor of Normal Training and Piano. She keeps with care Her beauties rare. SYLVIA DAVIS. Instructor of Piano. If music be the food of love. Play on. HELENE RAYMONDE. Taylor University Conservatory. Instructor of Voice. She could sing the savageness out of a bear. DOLORES RAMSAY, Instructor of Musical History. Serene I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind or tide or sea; I rail no more ' gainst time or fate, For lo — my own shall come to me. ROLAND L. PICKETT, Instructor of Mandolin. Music hath charms to soothe the savage, To rend the rocks or split a cab- bage. WARNER F. PATTERSON. A.B. Taylor University. Instructor of French. Too much learning is a dangerous thing. KENNETH AYRES. Assistant in Chemistry, Instruc- tor of Surveying. 0 ' tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable. LEROY R. NORVELLE, Assistant in Physics. A man whose eloquence has power To clear the fullest house in half an hour. FRANCIS PHILLIPS, A.B. Taylor University. Instructor of History. Tho ' modest, on his unembar- rassed brow Nature had written ' gentleman. ' LILLIE LEITCH. Instructor of Reading. A lily of the field. J. A. HARM, Instructor of Grammar. No higher title lives on earth Than that of man, when nobly worn. President — N. E. Hanson Vice-President — C. J. Bushey Secretary — Bertha Lonergan Treasurer — Ruth Copley OUR MOTTO ' Nihil Nisi Optimum. Class Colors Purple and White Class Flower Primrose 11 V N. EVERETT HANSON, A.B. N. E. History and Political Science. Mr. Hanson ' s home is in Turtle Lake, N. D. He graduated from the Taylor University Academy in 1913. He was the organizer of the Taylor University Athletic Asso- ciation, and during ' his stay at Tay- lor has served as president of this association, the Thalonian Literary Society, the Eulogonian Debating Club, and the 1917 Senior Class. He has been the winner of the In- ter Club Debate and the Preston Gold Prize Debate. He has been a leading member of the Thalonian Basket Ball Team for five years. He won the tennis championship in 1915 and 1916. He bears him like a portly gentle- man. GLADYS MILLER, A.B. Miller . Philosophy and Education. Miss Miller ' s home is in Alfreds- ville, Indiana. She is a graduate of the De Soto High School, De Soto, Fla. She is an invaluable member of the Senior Class. The one supreme luxury of life is sympathetic companionship. PHILLIPS B. SMITH. A.B. P. B. English. Mr. Smith is the pastor of the Park Place M. E. Church. Ander- son, Indiana. He is a graduate of the High School, De Soto, Fla. He has been president of the Thalonian Literary Society and the Eulogon- ian Debating Club, and has won the Inter-Club Debate and the Parr O ratorical Contest. A man after my own heart. WARNER F. PATTERSON, A.B. Patty . Modern languages. Mr. Patterson ' s home is in At- lantic Highlands, N. J. He spent two years at the Lycee de Reims, Rheims, France, and is a graduate of the Atlantic Highlands High School. While at Taylor he has served as president of the Phila- lethean Literary Society and editor- in-chief of the Gem. He has been instructor of French at Taylor University for the past three years. As great a store have we of books As bees of herbs, or more. 12 BERTHA LONERGAN, A.B. Lonnie . Philosophy and Education. Miss Lonergan comes to us from Decatur, Illinois, where she grad- uated from High School. She is also a graduate of the Chicago Evangelistic Institute. During the past year she has served as sec- retary for the Senior Class. There may be worship without words. FLOYD BARNETT, A.B. Shorty . Chemistry. Mr. Barnett ' s home is in Lima, Ohio. He is a graduate of the Waynesfield, O., High School. He is our class scientist and has been the successful manager of the T. U. laundry. He won the tennis cham- pionship in 1916. He has served as vice-president of the Philale- thean Literary Society. A little learning is a dangerous thing. CLINTON J. BUSHEY, A.B. Clint . Chemistry. Mr. Bushey is our far westerner, from Everett, Washington. He graduated from the Taylor Uni- versity Academy in 1914. He is vice-president of the Senior Class. ' Tis as easy now for the heart to be true, As for grass to be green or skies to be blue. ' Tis the natural way of living. HELEN SMITH, A.B. Prof. English. Miss Smith comes to us from Frankton, Indiana, where she grad- uated from High School. She is the athlete among the girls of the Senior Class, having always been prominent in girls ' basket ball. This past year she was captain of the Thalonian Team. It is a comely fashion to be glad. LESLIE BROOKE, A.B. Brooksie . German. Mr. Brooke resides in Lanark, Illinois, and is a graduate of Tay- lor University Academy, Class of 1914. His vocation in life is that of a student, his avocation that of a barber. A man is known by the company he keeps. BEAUTRIX GRAVES, A.B. Trix . History. Miss Graves is a native of Up- land, Indiana, and is a graduate of the Upland High School, class of 1913. She is also a graduate of the Scientific Department of Mar- ion Normal, class of 1916. She has served as president of the Soange- taha Debating Club. A woman of few words; yet she says them often. 13 ROBERT WILLIAMS, A.B. Bob . Greek. Mr. Williams hails from the city of Columbus, Ohio, where he grad- uated from the East High School. He is noted as a canvasser. He has served as president of the Thalo- nian Literary Society and the Eulo- gonian Debating Club. It is better to fight for the good than rail at the ill. Senior Class Poem A STEP. A step into the mist of life! The future lies before, An endless chain of seething strife For life, for food — no more. The world lies waiting, vast and new, A region unexplored; The vision widens at our view To greater than before. RUTH COPLEY. A. B. Ruth . Philosophy and Education. Miss Copley ' s home is in Sharon, Kansas. She is a graduate of the High School at Medicine Lodge, Kansas. She has been secretary of the Thalonian Literary Society, and treasurer of the Senior Class. Next to love, quietness. GLEN ASPLIN. A.B. Glen . Philosophy and Education. Mr. Asplin comes to us from North Dover, Ohio, where he grad- uated from High School. He is a graduate of Baldwin-Wallace Acad- emy. Pie is also known as a can- vasser and general business man. I chatter, chatter, as I go. The changeless centuries lie behind Revealed on history ' s page: The large creations of the mind, The deeds of every age. To us the task to recreate The work of those who ' ve gone; And still we stand and hesitate; Time flees, and work is long. The world has many things to give; The gate wide open lies: A step, and we commence to live, To seek the longed-for prize. Our college days forever past, Out into life we go, To rise, to sink, to win at last The boon of those who know. A step into the mist of life ! A step into the blue, Into the world of unknown strife, To watch, and work, and do. W. F. P. 14 Senior Class History Everything must have a beginning; otherwise it would not be any- thing — classes and class histories included. Our class had a history somewhere, I reckon. It is going to have an ending, and I suppose it must have begun. So that is settled; it began. Through the course of its four years of history it has evoluted considerably. Far be it from us to say that the Freshman class of 1914 was composed of monkeys, though probably it was; possibly it was not, but the scientific fact remains — we have evoluted. From what into what we do not know, but we have evoluted. Only three atoms of the original life germs of the Freshman class have survived the changing vicissitudes of the rocking billows of learning ' s deep blue sea. Much learning is a weariness of the flesh, and many have fallen by the wayside. But through the dim roar of the class room, the smoke and flame of examinations, and the murky mist and mud of the green carpet, Beautrix Graves, Bob Williams and N. E. Hanson have hopefully and smilingly survived and pressed on to the goal. N. E. Hanson was born. That is self-evident, but that did not make him famous. His offices as class president and Gem business manager have set him upon the top round of the ladder of academic fame. As a parting gift to the school, we, the Senior class, shall leave his statue, calm, cool and majestic, fair fat and — ty, reposing on the steps of Sickler dorm looking toward the McGrew barn and the Swallow-Robin dormitory — a veritable modern Janus. Miss Beautrix Graves was born in America. She has traveled quite extensively, having made one trip to Gas City, one to Jonesboro (not the one in South Africa,) one to Matthews; and once when a very litle girl, she went with her papa to Hartfoi-d City. At this place in the East she acquired the habit of slurring her r ' s. Her charac- teristic phrase since early childhood has been: Well, let ' s go ahead and do it. Robert Williams, son of an eminent lawyer, has been gifted from youth with a cross between a John Bullish and a mulish desire to rebut everything he hears. He will go without meals and sleep to convince anybody that everything is going wrong and that it should go right. He also was born in the U. S. A. Helen Smith: Strictly Anti-Suffrage has been her motto for years. She won first prize in a baby beauty contest in 1889. Now she is known chiefly for likability. Glen Asplin has made his motto of life, Never believe anything you can not thoroughly understand. Meanwhile he keeps right on talking about everything as if he understood. Keep on; you will get somewhere sometime. Born in Jerusalem. Ruth Copley always speaks when she is spoken to if she can think of anything to say. She was born in Kansas. Nationality unknown. Floyd Barnett comes from Ohio. He has been a life-long lover of the girls, always one in particular and all in general. Destiny: matri- mony. fatal destiny! We can not remember when he was born; but it was somewhere between 1903 and 1912 — nearer 1912! P. B. Smith ' s favorite motto is, Never let your studies interfere with your regular college work. He says: In all my vicissitudes of school life, which have been many, my grades have never been below 25 r r. Strictly Anti- Suffragette. Clinton J. Bushey: Born in 1776; wintered at Valley Forge with Washington; fought at Bull Run and Gettysburg. He says, I am going to quit my life of strife and warfare and marry — and rest. Gladys Miller is so calm, and steady, and settled that she must have been born in 1492. She was well acquainted wtih Columbus. She came to the States in the Mayflower. Her favorite fruit is the pickle. Warner F. Patterson, pseudo Frenchman and Editor: All his life he has regularly attended to his meals — except breakfast, when he is attending to his sleep. His motto has been, Live to eat and do not eat to live. He was born in 1911 or thereabouts. Leslie Brooke is famous for being so emotional and talkative that he is bombastic; he is also self-assertive to a degree. His destiny — Whitehouse, with a Belle attached. He was born some time in the 80 ' s Miss Lonergan is our fair secretary from the far West. She was born in the U. S. A. Nationality unknown — not so her destiny. Her only claim to fame is in having served as secretary to the illustrious and iconoclastic class of 1917. HISTORIAN. ir. Lo! The Great Seniors! A jolly class was the Senior Class; Though in quantity but few, In quality they made it up; For my! How much they knew! For there was Hanson, heavyweight, And Helen Smith likewise — In all respects they ' re up to date, Especially up ' ' in size. With stately walk and owl-like mien They ' ve paced the campus walks, Or sauntered out across the green Engaged in learned talks. And Bushey too, and Floyd Bamett, Who gathered up our dollars; Our photographs, he has them yet; He took them with our collars. Of calculus and Hebrew verbs, Astronomy and trig, Greeks roots and hyphenated words- How they must love to dig! Then Leslie Brook and Asplin too- One still, the other loud; Ruth Copley and Beautrix Graves — One modest, and one proud. Or they discoursed in lighter vein Of subjects less austere; Of S. P. ' s, the preceptress ' bane. But to the students — dear. Miss Lonergan, our worthy clerk; And Bob, our fashion plate; And P. B. Smith, the orator; And Gladys, P. B. ' s mate. The other classmen gazed in awe With widely staring eyes At those grave creatures whom they saw, Who were so wondrous wise. And last and least comes Shakespeare II, Patty, the Senior poet; He ' s always writing master gems — ' Tis people do not know it. But when, arrayed in cap and gown Of Ebon ' s sober hue, They wandered forth about the town, f They loomed to glorious view. And so in all we are thirteen, And we ' ll be lucky too, The finest seniors ever seen To graduate from T. U. W. F. P. L6 Senior Class Prophecy CONFESSIONS OF A PIE EATER. T have been asked to describe as vividly as possible the strange phenomena accompanying, or rather following, the eating of a mid- night pie. I am now about to depart to my den, where I shall eat a quantity of old-fashioned, rich, meaty, country mince pie. After eating the pie I shall take my pen in hand and await results. Dear reader, if some of the following episode is unintelligible to the com- mon mind, know that that T am in the throes of the grip of mince pie and am describing the wonderful sensations as best I can. I shall probably have to write part of the description while lying prone upon my bed, but nevertheless it shall be writ. The pie is eaten; I feel dizzy — adieu, adieu to earth! — I ' m off The night grows dark, and dank, and dreary; the wind howls piteously, weirdly, and a hideous, murky dense mist settles silently over the fields and mountains and lake, like the pall of death. A drowsy numbness pains my sense as though of hemlock I had drunk. The damp, misty darkness grows deeper and denser and — horrors ! Is this Asplin that I see before me with brushes in his hands ? Come, let me shake thy hand. Thy brown curly plate has turned to silvery white! Though rich as Croesus, dost thou still sell the Fuller line of Sanitary Brushes ? Yea, verily ! The darkness breaks. A fair vision seems rising just beyond the lake! It is — it is — Gas City! It comes nearer — clearer — deadlier than before. I see a stately edifice of gleaming green — and candy, iandy, everywhere and not a bite to eat. Ah — Miss Lonergan! What — no ? Ah yes, ' tis she, as happy — as happy, as happy can be, with Patty and candy. Ah me! Ah me! Hark! I hear footsteps. Is this Leslie Brooks? Can this be Leslie — the gay, the free, the happy Leslie? — Listen! His lips move — he would speak to me. But hush! hark! a sound strikes like a rising knell. Did ye not hear? It is — it is — the voice of Belle. T feel a sickening, sinki ng sensation in my inward man. Adieu, adieu, my native shore fades o ' er the waters blue, the night winds sigh, the breakers roar, and shrieks the wild sea-mew. Roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll — far over thy stormy deep. Beautrix Graves as Stewardess doth sweep the corridors of the mighty ship of State. The eyes grow dim and the heart is sick, the brain benumbed as well as the weary hand. Wake ! wake ! A thing of beauty is a joy forever! She walks in a beauty-parlor like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies — Madame Helene Smythe, beauty specialist and renowned flesh reducer. Hear! hear! (Adv.) By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, now wherefore stopp ' st thou me. I fear thee, skinny Floyd Barnett — I fear thy skinny hand — for thou art long and lank and brown as is the ribbed sea sand. Too much fumes from the dense atmosphere of gases and acids and bases and soapsuds and steam of chemistry laboratories and soft-water laundries cling to thee. I feel beneath me the shadowy monsters of the unseen. A pie dances before my eyes! I grasp at it — and yet I have it not. But what? O what is this? Modest and shy as a nun seems she; one weak chirp is her only note. Is she an old maid schoulmarm — Gladys Miller ? Is it Latin she teaches — Latin ? Ah ! Caesar — Virgil- Cicero ! Latin ! Ail the people dead who wrote it, All the people dead who spoke it, All the people die who learn it. Blessed death! They surely earn it! 1 am lifted as a wave, a leaf, a cloud. I ride — I float — I swim — I sink — down — down — down; and then I hear a wailing cry: A Her- shey ' s! A Hershey ' s! My Kingdom for a Hershey ' s! I have set my heart upon a Hershey ' s, and I will stand upon the hazard of the die. Six girls have I wooed and lost — but ah! what is the love of woman compared with the soothing delight of Hershey ' s Sweet Milk Choco- late? A Hershey ' s! quoth Hanson. My kingdom for a Her- shey ' s! Am I awake; or do I dream — or hath the mince pie still its clutch upon my senses ? I am slipping — softly — quietly, going, going, going where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, now melt into sorrow — now madden to crime; and there I see Bob Williams arguing that a mule was not stubborn by nature, that it was merely environ- ment made him so ! Ah! that orbed maiden with white fire laden, whom mortals call the moon, glides glimmering o ' er my ruffled bed by midnight contor- tions strewn. Another appears! What! will the line stretch out till 17 the crack of doom ? Good people all with one accord give honor to Miss Copley. She never wanted a sad word from those who spoke her woes; whose love was sought, I do aver, by four and twenty beaux: but now, too bad — too bad — her fiftieth year is well-nigh past, but even this is not to be her last — she still has hopes, alas! alas! What? Yet another — Bushey dwells among the untrodden ways, beside the springs of Dove; a man whom there were few to praise, and only one to love. A burdock by a mossy stone in plain view of the eye — was he — fair as a grasshopper when only one is hopping o ' er the lea. He went the way of all the earth, went he — for man will marry. The vista broadens on the sight, and all the air a solemn stillness holds. On Laertius! On Herminius! At last you ' ll reach the goal! The coach stood on the running track; the team before him sped; the crowd burst out in wild hurrahs — Gas City is ahead! Tatty ' s athletic coaching has given Gas City a winning team. T now pass to what is the climax of these confused confessions, the redoubtable P. B. If I were to paint the vision of his ambitions, I would dip my brush in the bright sunlight, smear it in the blue of the eastern sky, souse it in the black gloom of an oncoming thunder cloud, and then I would paint with ethereal aesthetic and delicate loveliness — a rich midnight mince pie! P. B. SMITH. 18 ■f.-B ' 17. JUNIOR President — Henry C. Schlarb Secretary — Marie Gibbs 19 HENRY C. SCHLARB, The Bishop . Conceit is the securest armor a man can wear. ANNA SKOW. Ann . A noble type of good, heroic wom- anhood. HARVEY BROWN. Painter . The man of few words is the best man. ELLA SCHARER. Grandma . The gentler born the maiden, the more bound to be sweet and serviceable. KENNETH AYRES. Lab Fiend . : ' K The drum resounds! To arms ! To arms ! To arms ! THURMAN MOTT. Married . Nothing ever turns up in this world unless somebody turns it up. FRED HALL. Fritz . He was a man in whom I had an absolute trust. GENEVA HORN. A small musical instrument . Cast thy bread upon the waters and after many days it will come back — buttered. BARTON R. POGUE. Amateur Photographer . Success comes in cans, failure in cant ' s. ARLIE E. CORTNER. Preacher . In his day and generation he helped the coming of the king- dom of truth and righteousness, and that is to fulfil one ' s high calling. ■211 Junior Class Poem JOSEPH P. BLADES. Second! In his duty prompt at every call, He watched, and wept, and felt, and prayed for all. ROY S. BROWN. Newlywed . God made the country, Man made the town. MARIE GIBBS. Editress , H. Maria Wright . Better be happy than wise. JOHN B. VICKERY. Barber . The noblest mind the best con- tentment has. BUNJIRO HADA. Schopenhauer . Let him be kept from paper, pen and ink. So may he cease to write and learn to think. I have wandered through poems of classes, That have rung since the time of the flood, But not one a suggestion does offer To a poet who ' s still in the bud. These poets who lived in past ages, Tell all the good traits of their class; They have used all the roses and moonbeams, Which the pen of our censors would pass. But for once let us stop our vain babbling, And take a more common-place view, Of the boys and the girls — men and women, Who make up the Junior class crew. There ' s none of us claims to be handsome, And our future — Well, it ' s in the air. We ' re worried for nothing but credits — To be Seniors, and what puts us there. We are glad we avoided the Gem year, And the book with a back like a Ford, Where the Seniors get dandy fine write-ups, And to pay for it go without board. We ' ve come up from row K in the Chapel, Till now we are firmly entrenched In the line of the second defences Where the smoke from the platform is dense. No longer we hear the faint booming Of precept on precept afar; But now we ' re close up in the battle, And of cannon we feel the rough jar. And soon we ' ll be called to the front rank, The place of the Seniors to take, Where corrections fall fastest and thickest. From the fire of the theologs — we quake. 21 Yet unflinching we ' ll take the decisions, Our murmurings and grumblings are few, Since we wish for a chance in the open To show men the deeds we can do. Now K, Ayres is proficien t at milking, The bossies will mourn when he leaves; And Fred Hall is a good husky fireman; Things move when the coal Freddie heaves. As for Hada, well, he ' s a tall talker, And he ' ll give the old world a good chase At figuring the drift of his lingo, And studying the lines of his face. Herr Brown, he vas been a great bainter, And will make a great change in the scene When on high verdant paint he will slather. And the dining hall takes on bright green. Joe Blades is a peddler of rain coats, His prices are right, they say, too; But when downward the water comes pouring You will think you have dealt with a Jew. Now Gibbs, D. Marie, is a smiler. There ' s none that can beat her broad grin. To the east and the west flow the ripples Of the mirth that took poor Tressler in. Walter Oliver and Miss Skow go together, In my poem as well as in life; For Miss Skow she is seeking a husband, And Walter, he dreams of a wife. Henry Schlarb is our worthy class president, As procrastinator he ' s up to date. He ' ll put off e ' en the matter of dying Until Gabriel pronounce him too late. For a hair-cut or shave, see John Vickery; With book sales he helps this fine trade; For money he whittles our whiskers — Education with rose water made. Miss Scharer is sure our class angel, Nor excuse nor a cut does she make. Miss Horn is her equal companion — Two preachers have charge of their fate. Our married men, Mott, Pogue and Courtlier, Three ships in the harbor of life — No time can they spend in vain pleasure, They ' re engaged, each, in serving a wife! The rest of the class will be victors With those who came up with the flood; But not one a bouquet does now offer To the poet who ' s burst from his bud. B. R. POGUE. VITAL STATISTICS OF THE JUNIOR CLASS. Name Age Appearance Ilohhy Knows About to Become Pogue Courtlier Manage 30 Happy Calm Taking Pictures Theology More than you suppose How to preach Famous D. D. Mott Gibbs 29 20 Sleepy Meek Greek Writing How to go 167 mi. per min. How Senior Author Brown, R. S. Marriage Satisfied Fordology Hebrew Preacher Hall 20 Handsome Blowing How to sing Bachelor Blades Old age Cloudy Mathematics That ' s hard to tell Philosopher Brown, Harvey 22 Pious Studying His place Wise Oliver 21 Reserved Boating What he knows Captain Skow, Anna 18 Exquisite Woman suffrage How to cook First mate Schlarb Cabbage Loud Talking Too much Bishop Vickery 52 Lank Selling bookB How to cut hair Fat man Scharer 28 Baahful Chemistry A lot Popular Horn 35 Short Sociology Better Porter Hada 24 Polite Pessimism How to be quiet Scholar Ayres 19 Variable S. P ' s Little K. Farmer AYRES. 2-1 QPHOnQRE President — John Leamon Secretary — Elizabeth Atkins 23 JOHN LEAMON. Jack , Basso Profundo . The force of his own merit makes his way. B. DANCEY. My business is not to remake my- self, But make the absolute best of what God made. J. A. HARM. Great is the dignity of author- ship. GUILBERTA WRAY. Berta . I love but one; I can love no more — just now. WILLIAM K. WILLIAMS, Jr. Tim . A boy ' s life is like a woman ' s— perpetual waiting on others. ' ELIZABETH ATKINS. Lizzie . Divinely tall, but most divinely fair. HORACE G. ROBSON. Patriot . Breathes there a man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said This is my own, my native land? OLIVE EMERSON. Maria . She is modest as any And blythe as she ' s bonny. ROBERT MORRIS. Bobby , Tenor . Needles and pins! Needles and pins! When a man ' s maiTied his trouble begins. COREY STEPHENS. In every form of the human, some hint of the highest dwells. 24 D. JOSEPH LMLER. Little Joe . To be rich in friends, is to be poor in nothing. FORREST GOODRICH. He was ever precise and promise- keeping. MALCOLM B. WILCOX. Book Store Keeper . From his cradle, he was a scholar and a ripe and good one. RUTH ATKINS. Aunt Sabrina . Nature is in earnest when she makes a woman. FLOYD SEELIG. As true a lover as ever sighed. ROBERT McCUTCHEON. Thou hast a mind that suits with thy fair and outward charac- ter. MARTHA McCUTCHEON. Her quiet nature seems to be tuned to each season ' s har- mony. HURLSTON RUMBLEY. I believe the first test of a truly great man is his humility. LUCY BROOKS. If we do not do the work we were meant to do, it will forever re- main undone. CARLOS DANIELS. What I aspired to be, and was not, comforts me. JESSICA L. LOHNGE. Jessie Love me little, love me lonsr. 25 PURCIL F. PARKER. Spuddy . On their own merits, modest men are dumb. MAUDE FLANDERS. A friend — one who comes in when all others go out. IRA J. ROBERTS. Efficiency begins with wanting something so much the whole world can ' t stop you. E. 0. McNULTY. Mac , Postman . A man of wisdom is a man of years. ROLLAND L. PICKETT. Pick . To get ahead — get a head ! Sophomore Class Poem ASPIRATIONS. In every life there looms a distant goal, To which ambition spurs and leads man on; An intuition living in the soul, That never dies till hope and life are gone. No man so low but has before his sight A pinnacle to which his life aspires; No man so great, but, having gained the height, Is striving still for pinnacles yet higher. In some ' tis but the ravenous clutch of wealth, Aspiring to the fervent flight of fame; A hoarding for a greedy, grasping self; A coveting to conquer and to gain. In other men such zeal for knowledge burns, Such reaching of the mind for earth ' s desire: The intellect, unsated, ever yearns, When once inflamed by learning ' s feverish fire. Again we see a selfish pride of face, A striving after beauty ' s luring art; To conquer by a subtle, smiling grace; To win, but not to give in turn, a heart. Some seek for idle pleasure, sensuous joy, To feed the cravings of a carnal lust; They grasp as for a glittering, fleeting toy That palls too soon and drags them to the dust. These all are low and vain, as earth is vain, And can not satisfy the greed-bound slave; Ambition centered on a selfish gain Is low and leads no higher than the grave. Ambition, with its wild, perpetual flame, Is but an instinct carrying its doom; And if directed with a sacred aim, Leads on to light; perverted, leads to gloom. There comes a time in every human life, Though earthly wealth and fame have shared man ' s heart, The soul perceives how futile is the strife To grasp for aught from which this life must part. For man may seek for richer, higher things: For godliness, and purity of soul; And soar upon the mind ' s aspiring wings. That raise him to a sinless, endless goal. Attaining righteousness is nobler far Than conquering mighty worlds and glittering store, Than pandering to the self-sought things that mar The soul and life, with ever thirst for more. A true and faithful friend is all divine, Be he to you, as you to him — a friend; There comes an everlasting, sacred time When souls shall friendship feel that has no end. A character in love and strength sublime Is golden, but is worthier than gold ; A purifying of the heart through time; A treasure not debased by moth or mould. A mind aspiring seeks a sacred goal, A goal immortal with God ' s seal and sign, Ennobling and enriching of the soul, And perfecting of man for life divine. J. A. H. History of the Sophomore Class On a bright autumnal morning, September 20, 1915, Taylor wel- comed to her halls the largest freshman class in her history. Coming from the east and the west, the north and the south, from the utter- most parts of the earth, these students were led by the star of their ideals to the university which retains the name and spirit of Bishop Taylor. A few were well acquainted with the school, having grad- uated from the Academy; but many had only heard and read of the name which thev now love so well. Our first year of college life was one of happiness and of some neasure of success, so that even the seniors, who are accustomed to jeer at the name freshman , were obliged to recognize our talents. A consciousness of sadness was realized only when we came back to register as sophomores and found that some of our comrades had not returned. But this feeling soon fled when we discovered that the majority of our students were still with us, and that they were determined to press on to greater intellectual attainments. To this fixity of purpose, and the efficient instruction given us by our be- loved faculty, we owe all our achievements and success. It is in accordance with our dignity to have such a young man as Mr. John T.eamon, of Michigan, president of the class. As we watch him pitch the ball that scores the victory, when we hear his deep bass voice as he sings in the T. U. Male Quartet, when we read his literary articles in the Taylor University Echo, we are proud to own him as our leader. Our class is further honored in that it has in its ranks Mr. Imler. a citizen of Indianapolis and the editor-in-chief of the Echo. Through his efforts, especially, this paper has outstripped all former publica- tions. Four of the instructors also belong to our class. There is Mr. Daniel, a native of Porto Rico, who teaches Spanish. On account of his frank disposition and manliness, he is held in high esteem by all his classmates. Mr. Harm, teacher of grammar and literary editor of the Echo, is also claimed by us. He is recognized as the poet laureate of Taylor. This gentleman from North Dakota is so devoted to his work that, as yet only the cry of Fire! has been able to draw him away from it. We were really surprised to see him running to the scene of action. Yes — but where was the fire ? Mr. Morris, first tenor singer in the Male Quartet, is a number one physical training director. The only fault we find in him is that he often makes us sore at him — that is, our bodies become sore. As for Mr. Pickett, we are glad to have him as our mandolin instructor. He has a fine mandolin club this year. But since we are talking about music, this is just the time to introduce to you Mr. Williams, who plays the ' cello. It is not unusual to see his name on the musical programs. We must also make you acquainted wtih Miss Wray, whose musical voice charms her audience as she gives a beautiful reading. The Sophomore class also boasts the unique distinction of having among its members the only government employee in school, our popular postmaster, E. 0. McNulty. We all love Mac when he brings us a letter. ■J 7 Again, we are privileged to have wtih us the Misses Ruth and Elizabeth Atkins. We thought they were rather quiet and reserved when they first came from St. Paul to Taylor, but on becomi ng better acquainted with them, we found that they were both sociable and talented. Miss Elizabeth is the efficient secretary of the class. Now we think of Miss Emerson, who has especially distinguished herself by her quietness and her studious habits. Miss McCutcheon is also so still that we scarcely know when she is around. Neverthe- less, in her quiet way she has conquered all the mathematical problems that she has encountered. Then we come to Mr. Roberts, who brings honor to himself by his manly bearing. There is i gentleman is the remark of his ac- quaintances. Mr. Goodrich is also a rather quiet and reflective young man. As a punishment for not doing much outside reading or public speaking, but on the contrary persisting in being very studious, he has been made historiographer of the class, so that he would have to express himself in some manner. We could not get along without every one of our classmates. For instance, what would we do without Miss Brooks, the deaconess? She is so thoughtful of others that she is always busy. If we were to lose Miss Flanders our class would be greatly depleted. Even the sunny day is made pleasanter by her cheery smile and the cloudy day becomes brighter. How much the world needs those who brighten the path of life! Who is this broad-shouldered man with an easy gait and a good- natured look, who is just coming up the sidewalk with a pack of books under his arm ? That is Mr. Eckblad, a Dakotan, with a few dozen volumes of historical works. That other little fellow whom we see bobbing around from house to house is Mr. Seelig taking grocery orders. Although it is contradictory to the rules of science he has satisfactorily demonstrated to us that a body may be in two different places at the same time. When we see a Greek book we think of Miss Speck. She remarks after taking a year of Greek, that all she wants is more Greek. Then we are reminded of Miss Stephens. She also says that Greek is not difficult. It has been as easy for her to master that language as to play the piano. We see another noted person before us when we attend an ex- pression recital. Tall of stature, with a pleasing voice and a com- manding personality, Mr. Parker never tires an audience with his flow of oratory. We expect to see him write his name in the halls of fame. In addition to these celebrities, our class has some who have dis- tinguished themselves in the debating circles. There is Mr. Mc- Cutcheon, the loyal Eulogonian. This society honors him as an int.er-clu ' o debate winner. By means of his logic, Mr. Wilcox, who comes all the way from Nebraska, has also written his name in the same list of winners. He has also distinguished himself as a parliamentarian and mathematician. Then we have Mr. aobson, a politician, debater, preacher — and a wonder in each. It has been rumored about, however, that he was nearly heart-broken because he lost his vote in the recent presidential election. The winning of both an inter- club and an inter-society debate has been accomplished by him. Another valuable member of the class is Miss Dancy, who has made herself deservedly famous by her successful work as a deaconess in slum work. Since coming to Taylor she has proved a great success also in her work as instructor of the grammar classes. Above all she is a woman of earnest purpose and true refinement. Our class could not do without her. But our list would not be complete without Mr. Harding, whose very meekness is the badge of his nobility. The remembrance of his kindly disposition causes us to think of the biblical proverb: A soft answer turneth away wrath. Then we cannot forget Mr. Rumbley, whom we have found to be every inch a gentleman. He has shown Ms inherent wisdom by choosing Taylor as the school at which to prepare himself for the Christian ministry. Yes, there are twenty-eight of us, and you will find that every one of the twenty-eight is loyal to Taylor University. We have come here in order to secure a well-rounded education — not one in which only the mental and the physical nature are considered, and the spiritual ignored; but an education in which the three elements of man ' s char- acter are harmoniously developed. Tt is because we can receive such training here that we love the name of Taylor. On account of the necessary brevity of this narrative we have been permitted to relate only a few characteristics of our classmates. As to who is the most talented member, we have as yet been unable to decide. But whatever our individual talents may be, we believe that the unity of purpose which has always characterized our class will remain unbroken during our college course. May that concordant spirit continually prevail, and as we tread the pathway of life may we ever ln e a consciousness of the heavenly vision and the leader- ship of tiie Divine Hand. 28 President — Lei-oy Norvelle Secretary — Nola Snyder 29 LEROY R. NORVELLE. Red . JOY STEPHENSON. Oh Joy Happy am I, from care I am free. Why aren ' t they all contented like me ? NOLA SNYDER. Dolly . An abridgment of all that is pleasant in woman. RUTH MASTON. The sweetest noise on earth — a woman ' s tongue, a string which hath no discord. CLARENCE SNYDER. Fat . He is a very valiant trencher- man. OLIVE GROFF. Friendship, next to love, is God ' s sweetest offering to tired hu- manity. ' She was born to make hash of men ' s ' buzzoms. ' DON A. COOKE. When duty whispers low, ' Thou must ' . The youth replies, ' I can ' . VERNA BRIGGS. The beauty of a woman is her soul. ARTHUR TAYLOR. Art . Our only greatness is that we aspire. DORIS WENCKE. Winkie . Be happy! Add but the other grace — be good ! 30 KARL PUTERBAUGH. Put . Too young art thou for Cupid ' s darts to harm thee. LINNIE WILLSON. The better I am, the worse I get. JOHN ROSE. Formed on the good old plan, A true and brave and downright honest man. MIRIAM BERRETT. Grin and bear it. Patience, humility, and utter for- getfulness of self are the true royal qualities. HERMAN HESS. Size 11 . Let firm, well hammered soles protect thy feet. EMMA TRESSLER. So live that you may wish that everyone may know you thor- oughly. NEWMAN HOGLE. Rest satisfied with doing well, and leave others to talk of you as they please. NEOMA BERRETT. A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market. MARSHALL J. MURPHREE. Barber . One thing is needful, only one, and that one thing is love. MAUDE WHYBREW. Exhorter. Kindness has converted more sin- ners than zeal, eloquence, or learning. 31 CLARENCE G. COOK. The earnes.t men are so few in the world that their very earnest- ness becomes at once the badge of fix,: ' nobility. THANKFUL CLAWSON. Quiet Family . For small ftvois, n ake us truly- thankful. HOWARD A. KOCH. Dutch . An optimist is a man who makes lemonade out of the lemons that are handed him. LILLIE LEITCH. Woman ' s at best a contradiction still. FENTON FOSTER. I take it to be a principal rule of life never to be much addicted to any one thing. PAULINE TEED. Where are you going, my pretty maid ? I am going to the post-office, sir, she said. MARK McKIE. I can do all that does become a man; Vho dares do more is none. BLANCHE REHME. 1 live for those who love me, For those who know me true, For the heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit too. A. C. LEE. Alabama . 0 that my tongue were in Lhe thunder ' s mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world. ■ 32 ORVILLE TAYLOR. Hath he not an innocent look? ' MRS. J. J. THEOBALD. I have no other than a woman ' s reason — I think him so because I think him so. MABEL STAFSBURG. ' ' Modest and simple and sweet, The very type of Priscilla. IRA J. RANKIN. Iry . Man, who man would be, must rule the empire of himself. Freshman Class Poem WE FRESHMEN. They say we ' re upstart freshmen, And maybe that same is true; But the doors were gladly opened When we knocked at old T. U. They said that they could spot us A full half-mile away, As a regiment of block-heads; (That ' s the mean thing they would say.) But we gave the proper sign once, And marched right through the doors once, And were welcomed at old T. U. once! Just Freshmen, as were they — once ! They say we are ignorant Freshmen; They laugh at the gait we go : But once they were just as awkward And made as sorry a show ! We shall not be heavy boasters And tell all we hope to do; But we ' ll dig like old prospectors For the gold of old T. U. Seniors were like us once; Juniors and Sophomores too once Ignorant, just like us once, And got made fun of too ! — once ! It is not beyond all reason, Nor yet beyond all hope, That we can make good progress Up the educational slope. We surely got rightly started; We can go the pace right through, As well as the brave old seniors Who have finished at dear T. U. ! It isn ' t the thing we boast of, Nor the things we make a ghost of, It ' s the things we make the most of That will carry us grandly through! RUTH MASTON. 33 Freshman Class History I have not attempted to write a detailed history of the Freshman class. My object has been to record only such facts and figures as will enable future generations to appreciate the accomplishments of our illustrious class. Sixteen different states, from Maine to Montana and from North Dakota to New Mexico, are represented by the following members of the class of 1920: Mabel Alexander graduated from the Upland High School with the class of 1916. Quiet, reserved and unassuming is this Indiana lass. She reflects great credit on the Upland High School, as well as upon our class. Miriam Berrett comes from the Keystone State. Her talent as a vocalist is unquestioned. Neoma Berrett, by her winning personality, has made friends of all with whom she has become acquainted. Pennsylvania contributed this valuable member to our class. Harry I. Briggs entered our class more from a desire to be asso- ciated with an illustrious body of young men and young women than from a desire to acquire knowledge. Nebraska is the state which Mr. Briggs has endeavored to make famous by his achievements. Gerald Bush, who has distinguished himself as a student, writer, and public speaker, is a native of Michigan. He is one of our most promising members, and we feel confident that his future career will be a credit to the class of 1920. Arthur Carroll, vice-president of our class, is a native Hoosier. He graduated from the Academy with the class of 1916. In addition to performing the strenuous duties of vice-president of our class, Mr. Carroll is pastor of Grace M. E. Church, Anderson, Indiana. Hazel Carroll, a genteel maiden, is a graduate of Upland High School. Her accomplishments are many; but space permits mention of but two: writing themes for English VI, and driving an automobile. Thankful Clawson comes to us from the Keystone State; this fact in itself is a sufficient cause for thankfulness. Clarence G. Cook has spent several years at Taylor and has proved himself to be a man of admirable characteristics. Mr. Cook is pastor of the Summitville Circuit charge. Don A. Cooke, reporter and historian, comes from the Diamond State. He seeks distinction as a stenographer and typist, especially as staff stenographer to the Gem. Claude Copley comes to us from the prohibition state of Kansas. He has two sisters here with him, one of whom is a member of the graduating class. Mr. Copley is a hard worker, and is noted for the skill with which he removes the jackets from spuds at the dining hall. E. E. Crabtree, preacher, orator and debater, joined us this year from the Pine Tree State, where he has spent several years preaching the gospel. Mr. Crabtree is a former student of Taylor and I am sure we are very fortunate in having him as a member of our class. Alzina Dickinson, one of our most amiable members, is a native of Michigan, but for the past two or three years she has been residing in the Empire State. Her pleasing personality wins for her a place in the hearts of all who know her. Ruth Ellyson joined us at the beginning of the winter term. Her home is in the far-away state of New Mexico, though she graduated from Olivet Academy, Olivet, 111., with the class of 1914. Leroy Face, dispenser of soap, salve and cough remedies, blew down from the Wolverine State, where he graduated from high school in 1914. His most distinguishing feature is his face. Mabel Fisherbuek graduated from the Upland High School with the class of 1916. Upland has good reason to be proud of this fair daughter. Fenton Foster, probably the youngest member of our class, came all the way from the Pine Tree State to join our ranks. His ever cheerful countenance is an antidote for the blues. C. C. Fruth was for-merly claimed by the Buckeye State, but his residence has been in Indiana so long that Hoosierdom now claims him. He is a 1916 graduate of Taylor Academy. His experience as a preacher, orator, essayist and humorist makes him one of our most valuable members. Much of his success he owes to his better half . Lawrence Gaiser is a native of the Hoosier State. It would require a much larger volume than the 1917 Gem to contain his biography, and so we shall not attempt to go into details. Suffice it to say that all we know of him is very creditable. Leland A. Griffith, better known as Tune , comes from the state of Ohio. Hi 1 ' past history being somewhat Black , we shall refrain from making it public. For further particulars see Mother Giles. Olive Groff, of pleasing manner and obliging disposition, conies from the capital city of Indiana. She is one of our indispensables. Herman Hess, the Patrick Henry of our class, hails from the state of New Jersey. The Eulogonian Debating Club reognized his ability 34 as a debater by electing him a member of the Inter-Club Debating Team at the beginning of his second term of school. C. Newman Hogle received his high school education at Moores, New York. He is one of our most active and wide-awake members. Pre-eminently, however, he is a ladies ' man. Howard A. Koch received his preparatory training in the academy of Taylor University. His home is in the Buckeye State, and since where a man ' s treasure is, there his heart is also we conclude that his heart is there. A. C. Lee hails from the sunny state of Alabama. He received his preparatory education at Taylor Academy. The Philo Literary Society conferred upon him the honor of its presidency during the winter term of this year. Lily Leitch, vice-president of the Philalethean Literary Society during the winter term of this year, has distinguished herself as a debater and public speaker. When the women of Indiana get equal suffrage, Miss Leitch without doubt will go to the congress. M. G. Mcintosh was sent to us by the state of Michigan. Mack was graduated from the Academy last year. Since then he has entered upon the mystical sea of matrimony from which no mariner ever re- turns. Mark McKie chose Michigan as the state which he will make famous. The apostle Mark and the humorist Mark (Twain) were men of world renown, and we know of no reason why Mark McKie should not be. Ruth Maston, our esteemed class poetess, is a native of Ohio. Her efforts in the poetical realm have already been attended by marked success, and we are sure that her genius will win for her a place in the annals of history. Fred Miller comes from the city of Cleveland. He has already distinguished himself as a student, a musician, and an athlete. He is especially brilliant in mathematics and chemistry. M. J. Murphree claims Alabama as the state of his nativity; though he loves the plains of Nebraska, where he spent last year in the pastorate. He received his preparatory education in the University of Chattanooga, Athens, Tenn. Possessing a tenor voice of unusual quality, Mr. Murphree very ably fills the position of second tenor on the University Male Quartet. L. R. Norvelle, president of cur illustrious class, graduated from Taylor Academy last year. No further proof of his popularity is required than that he was chosen president by a unanimous vote of our class at its first meeting. Norvelle is an orator, a debater, and a preacher. Basil Osborne comes from the state of Pennsylvania. He thinks much, but says little. By his earnestness and sincerity he has won the respect and esteem of all who know him. Dorothy Owen joined our ranks at the beginning of the winter term. She is a graduate of Chicago Evangelistic Institute, class of 1916. Her home is in New Mexico. Paul Peirce, Taylor ' s basket ball star, is captain of our Freshman Class basket ball team. Under his captaincy our team easily holds first place among the class teams. Mr. Peirce is not only a skilful basket ball player, but he is also a student of no ordinary ability. Vera Peirce, sister of our basket ball captain, is one of the most brilliant members of our class. In mathematics she is a veritable prodigy, having almost totally eclipsed all the other members of the college algebra class, of which she was the only girl. Karl Putcrbaugh, a native of the Buckeye State, possesses the happy faculty of being liked by everyone. He expects to study surgery after he graduates from college, and he will undoubtedly bestow great honor upon our class. Ira F. Rankin came all the way from Montana to distinguish him- self by joining our class. Mr. Rankin is already up in the world by virtue of his six feet, plus two inches. However, the true measure of his greatness is not in inches but in intellect. Blanche Rehme is a native of Indiana. Modesty and propriety are two of her outstanding characteristics. To mention all her good qualities would require more space than we are allotted. John W. Rose, who comes to us from the state of Illinois, entered our midst at the beginning of the winter term. His pleasing per- sonality and genial disposition make him a valuable addition to our class. Hattie Seaver received her high school education in the Wolverine State. She is very much interested in domestic science at the present time. Her sunny disposition dispels the darkness from our midst. Jennie Skeels learned to tickle the ivories in Whitehall, Mich. Her cheerful countenance makes life interesting for those who know her. Clarence Snyder, otherwise known as Fats , received his high school training at the Upland High School. Since being with us re has shown himself to be a student, an athlete, and a gentleman. Nola Snyder, our affable class secretary, received her high school and business education in Decatur, Indiana. She is diminutive in stature, but massive in mind and heart. Mabel Stafsburg, unfeigned and unaffected, comes to us from the 35 state of North Dakota. By her sincerity and earnestness she has won the respect and esteem of all her classmates. Joy Stephenson took pity on the Freshman class and offered her services as a kindness to us. She comes from the greatest state in the Union (New York) and we are expecting great things of her. Arthur M. Taylor, our class chaplain and basket ball manager, is a native of the Empire State. As an all-around fellow he is hard to beat. Orville Taylor graduated at the Upland High School with the class of 1916. He is captain of the Thalo Basket Ball Team, and an all- around athlete. He is an industrious student, and a hard worker. Pauline Teed, an accomplished musician and a brilliant student, left her home in eastern Pennsylvania to become a member of our class. It was a great sacrifice, but for a worthy cause. Emma Tressler, earnest, sincere and devout, is a daughter of the famous wheat state of North Dakota. She has exhibited rare ability as a student, and lias become distinguished as a writer and essayist. Zena Walker, a sprightly little maiden from Tipton, Indiana, is one of our indispensable members. We have great confidence in hei loyalty to the class of 1920. Doris Wencke, instructor of history and geography, represents the state of Michigan and the city of Battle Creek. No one questions her fidelity. Maude Whybrew is a typical Hoosier. She received her prepara- tory work at Taylor University, and is therefore qualified for mem- bership in our unique class. She is Taylor ' s woman preacher. Linnie Willson, last but not least, is a native of the Buckeye State. Her winning ways account for her popularity, especially with the opposite sex. As a student, she deserves especial mention. DON A. COOKE. Special Graduates W. CLINTON BIRMINGHAM. Birmie . English Theological. Ez fer war, I call it murder — There, you have it plain an ' fiat; I don ' t want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. GEVEVA A. HORN, English Theo- logical. To be true to a man in any way is to help him. i . NELLE SMITH, Mus. Bac, Piano. I find earth not gray but rosy, Heaven not prim but fair of hue: Do I stoop, I pluck a posy; Do I stand and stare, all ' s blue. ESTHER ARMITAGE, Voice. Marked with some act of goodness every day. 36 ©g)GU®ooD mmm 37 LENNA MAE NEFF. Those about her should read from her the perfect ways of honor. JOHN D. SKOW. Jack, the Giant Killer . War is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous, sweet is the smell of powder. W P MAE SKOW. Mae Ruey . Grandma . She gazes on all alike. MONT OLIVER. Head Waiter . He makes no friend who never made a foe. 38 MERLE STEPHENS. Beauty is God ' s trademark. ' RUTH RIDOUT. She shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen. JOYCE SPALDING. Good humor is one of the best articles of dress one can wear in society. LUVADA BROWN. She hath a natural, wise sincerity, A simple truthfulness. CHARLES JENNINGS. I am not afraid of bullets, nor shots from the mouth of a cannon ; ' But of a thundering No ' rcoint- blank from the mouth of a woman, That, I confess, I ' m afraid of; nor am I ashamed to confess it. MABEL BLACK. There is no real life but the cheer- ful life. RALPH LOCHNER. Be not simply good — be good for something. BLANCHE RANKIN. There ' s life alone in duty done, And rest alone in striving. H9 Academy Senior Poem WE SENIOHS. No doubt you have heard the commotion, And wonder what it ' s all about; Well, in very few words we can tell you: The SENIORS are coming out. For four long steep years we ' ve been toiling, And trying to prove to T. U. That through unwearied zeal and endeavor We were worthy of seniorship too. It has not been really unpleasant. The toil has not all seemed in vain; And our only regret will be ever That the days will ne ' er come back again. To be sure it has not been smooth sailing, With Math, German, and — sakes alive! We were sure we ' d have nervous prostration When we had Miss Munro ' s English V. And when the professor of German Frowned and said, Was this lesson prepared? Or, Es ist sehlimm ! Es ist heut ' doch nicht Montag ' I can tell you we Deutschers were scared. When Miss Cobb in her calm measured voice said: We ' ll have quiz in Expression, we sighed; For we knew that this prim little lady Would have all fundamentals applied. Sometimes we cut chapel to study — That ' s not to our credit, we know; But with all these exacting professors Our grades would have dropped down too low. And fail — when a Senior? No, never! We resolved on that right from the first; Tho ' we burn midnight oil by the gallon, And our poor little heads nearly burst. We are proud of our rank as staid seniors; We know it has all been worth while: The drudgery, toil, and the conflict, We look back on now with a smile. It has brought out the best that was in us, And made us more fit to defeat The storms looming up in the future, Which each must inevitably meet. And to those who have nobly sustained us We can not find words to express Our sense of deep, grateful affection, So we fervently say: May God bless — Both Prexy, the Dean, and the others, Our professors, illustrious and true, Who strive with unselfish devotion Our courage and strength to renew. They ' ve shown us the way of salvation, And sowed in the depth of our heart A love for the Lord, our Redeemer, From which we shall nevermore part. Through patient and able instruction They have lifted our scholarship high; And in earnest and honest persistence With the world ' s best and noblest we ' ll vie. So here ' s to our well loved professors! And here ' s to our dear old T. U. ! The pledge of our loyal allegiance, And our promise: We ' ll ever be true. LENNA MAE NEFF. 10 Senior Academy Class History Senior Academy Class Prophecy The members of the Academy Senior Class have come to Taylor from five different states; but the fact that we are here proves that we have gained one victory — that of entering school. Of the original freshman class there are but four who are still with us: Charles Jennings, Mont Oliver, Ruth Ridout and Joyce Spalding. Lenna Mae Neff, our Buckeye president, and class poet, early acquired the name of Book Woi ' m. After spending several years as a schoolmarm she came to Taylor to join the class of ' 17. Blanche Rankin, our other schoolmarm who wielded the rod in Montana, joined us this year to prepare for a life work in the foreign mission field. She also is a budding poetess. Next comes our preacher, Mont Oliver, from Indiana, who is suc- cessfully filling a student appointment. Mont Oliver is one of the indispensables at Taylor, being the head waiter at the dining hall. That fellow wtih the curly hair, Charles Jennings, who often sings in the T. U. quartet and sometimes acts as a singing evangelist, has a very useful store of knowledge. He can furnish to any one who desires to know, the information as to what killed the cat. Ruth Ridout, the only member of our class showing much interest in domestic science, took the course in sewing. If all signs do not fail, her career will be that of a Hausfrau. Joyce Spalding, a rather quiet girl, seldom even thinks aloud. Last year several new members joined our ranks. Merle Stephens, having come from Indiana Central University, says she very much likes (?) the rules of Taylor. The Twin Skows, Mae and John, from Michigan, are very liberal with popcorn treats to the Senior class. Esther Armitage, whose home is but a few miles from Taylor, will surely win success as a vocalist. Luvada Brown, the care-free mem- ber of our class, expects to join her brother in the foreign field. Mabel Black, a Hoosier girl, especially shines in athletic circles. Ralph Lochner, whom we admire for his proficiency in Greek, is the only one of us who has already achieved success in the social world. We stand as a class only fourteen in number, but a band of Chris- tian young men and women whose purpose is and ever will be to follow as the Master leads. The completion of the course we have been pursuing we consider not as an end, but merely as a stepping- stone to nobler heights and greater achievements. JOYCE SPALDING. One morning as I sat in my study striving earnestly to predict the future of the class of ' 17, I was aroused from my reverie by a rap at the door. As I opened it, a delivery boy handed me a small package which was addressed to our class. I could scarcely restrain my curiosity until a meeting could be called to ascertain the contents of the parcel. An opportunity soon presented itself, and after chapel exercises we assembled in the front part of the room and I explained the reason for the meeting. After I had removed the wrapper there was tense excitement and all eyes were turned inquiringly toward the little box which I held in my hand. Exclamations of surprise were heard as the cover was lifted and there, in a beautiful velvet case, was seen a small gray-colored book bearing this inscription in garnet letters: Prophecy of the Class of ' 17. With trembling hands I opened it to the introduction and read: When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for a senior class to dissolve the scholastic bands which have connected this class with the school it loves, and to assume among the powers of the earth the separate and higher stations to which the laws of nature and just right entitle it, a decent respect for the faculty and students of this school requires that this class shall make known t o them speedily for their encouragement that their labors in behalf of the said class have not been in vain. To this end we will here briefly disclose one decree of fate for each member. Four members are destined for the foreign field. Miss Blanche Rankin and Miss T.uvada Brown will convert many Chinese to the Christian faith. Mr. and Mrs. Mont Oliver, after a few years of successful ministry in California, will sail to South America where they will minister to the heathen. The Skow brand of fruit will be known far and wide and visitors will come hundreds of miles to visit John Skow ' s beautiful fruit farm in Michigan. His sister, Mae, whom no mere man could induce to leave her brother, will be superintendent of the show room depart- ment. Miss Lenna Mae Neff will find real joy as a slum worker in Chicago. Her winning personality and beautiful voice inspired by the love of Christ, will lift fallen manhood and womanhood to a higher plane of life. Miss Joyce Spalding will be content and happy as ' Hausfrau ' on a North Dakota ranch. 41 After a few years of successful pastoral work Mr. Ralph Lochner will enter the evangelistic field and there will receive the words, ' Well done! ' Miss Ruth Ridout will be prominent in Y. W. C. A. work. She will soon become secretary of her home state, New Jersey, and will find in this work a large field of usefulness. Miss Esther Armitage will at length return from her training studies abroad, and will secure a position as vocal instructor of the now enormous Voice Department of Taylor University. Miss Ruth Maston, after much wandering about on the face of the earth, will finally settle down and grow up. After a year of teaching in Missouri, Mr. Charles Jennings will spend the rest of his life in recuperation on the New England coast. Thus endeth the chapter. CHARLES JENNINGS. 42 w wmu® p [A(B@}d(BM} 43 LAWRENCE PORTER. I ' ll fight till my flesh be hacked from my bones. 0. W. KOLBERG. As tall as a pole, And a mite thinner. MYRTLE GREEN. Tell me, my heart, if this be love? HYRLEY ZELLER. Too young for a man, Too old for a boy. H. M. JINKENS. ' Where we wonder, he calmly knows. ROY SCHWARTZ. If one would be happy let him forget himself and go about making someone else happy. S. R. SALTER. What is there in the vale of life Half so delightful as a wife? MRS. S. R. SALTER. Nothing lovelier can be found in woman Than to study household good, And good works in her husband Lo promote. PERCY OLSON. 0 what a rogue am I? ' S. W. BENNETT. And the little old Ford kept ram- bling right along. 14 ROY MICHEL. Grandpa . A man ' s a man for a ' that. MADELINE NOSTEAND. Her voice is soft, gentle, and low, An excellent thing in woman. RALPH JOHNSON. Every man has his faults, and modesty is his. MIRIAM GILES. All I know is what I know. S. G. RASMUSSON. An honest man is the noblest work of God. BURKE WHITE. Ideas are like beards; men do not have them until they grow up. ETHEL HODSON. So live, that when your life shall end, All men shall say ' I have lost a friend ' . L. R. WHITE. For light as the wind his swift coursers they flew On Donder ! On Blitzen ! the dray thundered through. FRANCIS FLETCHER. The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance. 45 LYMAN FOCHT. I am not of this people, nor of this age. MONA CHEA. Giving advice is sometimes only showing our wisdom at the ex- pense of others. BELEN PORTELA BUSTAMAN- TE. A song ! a song for the merry May! JOSEPH ARBONA. Why should the spirit of mortal be proud? ORREN SHARPE. To have what we want is riches, But to be able to do without is power. Junior Acade my Class History The history of the Junior class is not ancient enough to be in- scribed upon the walls or written upon tablets of clay; but as the history of every man or nation is eventful with defeats or victories, so is ours. Tn our past record of three years, from the time Taylor University first became real to us, we have been greatly reduced. But eighteen of the original class of forty-cne members are with us at this time. Others however have joined our class from time to time until we now number thirty-four. We come from far and wide and represent the characteristics of many states and of three foreign lands. Roy Michel, our president, and president of The Taylor University Holiness League, is a faithful shepherd of souls. Burke White is our solemn boy, as quiet as he can be — but he does seem to forget him- self while playing basket ball. Miss Giles, our secretary, and daugh- ter of our School Mother, is the fairest of our school class. Roy Swartz is our devout U. B. preacher of Upland. S. W. Bennett be- lieves in being everlastingly at it — at least he is always seen at classes. Ralph Johnson has won some fame as second tenor on the Taylor University Quartet and in evangelistic work. L. W. Pontius has been useful as well as ornamental in serving us at the dining hall. Miss Green with her unassuming Christ-like example will truly bless the world. Cedric Hobbs is our honorable basket ball captain and guard on the Philo and Eurekan teams. Sander Rasmusson, who formerly was our serious student, has now joined the ranks of the married men and from his bright and shining face we judge that life has a new meaning for him. Miss Hodson, with her kind deeds and helpful ways, is a most amiable girl. J. P. Arhona is our Cuban gentleman, of whom we are all proud. Mona Chea, who comes from far-off Liberia, is quite an orator and loved by all the class. Belen Bustamante, our Cuban girl, sings like a nightingale and her note is ever for Jesus. Lester A. White, the college drayman, believes in decency and order, as may be observed by his initials, L. A. W. Dallas M. Church is a waiter in the dining hall and in his name we find what we have all been looking for: having eighteen preachers and eight missionaries, we need a church. Miss Dykeman is our only girl evangelistic singer. Lyman Focht is president of the Taylor University Gospel Crew, and is loved by all his fellows. Mr. and Mrs. S. R. Salter, our newlyweds, have acquired a love here which they hope to carry to the 46 foreign field. Miss Thompson with her smiles makes friends with everyone. Chas. Stevenson is tall enough to play center on the Junior Academy Class and Thalo basket ball teams and to captain the Eulogonians. Harley Zeller — well, all like the way he serves us in the dining hall, and still better, he carries the same spirit of service into all his daily life. Miss Van Nostrand is a girl whose modesty demands respect. H. M. Jenkins is our handy machinist and mechanic, and he hopes to use this ability to help out in everyday life for Jesus. Vine C. Mulkin, is an approved preacher, having proved himself in Michigan, my Michigan. Miss Waterman takes great pride in oratory. Mer- ritt Plotts believes that silence is golden. Attwood Bragg, our Upland boy, will make a good athlete. He gets his practice running two miles to avoid being late to class, especially solid geometry. Percy Olson aspires to be a basket ball player, and there is hope of his making the Junior Class team. Mr. Fletcher, who has joined us recently, we believe is every inch a gentleman. Lawrence Porter, our vice-president, and president of the Eureka Debating Club during the winter term, has helped to win an Inter-Club Debate. Manfully we have labored that we might attain those heights for which we have wished and of which we have often dreamed. We do not feel, nor would we say, we have attained: but we have reached the round of the ladder that says hope, cleave, and strive on ; so we look with pleasure into the future. We do not wish to turn the world around; but we do look forward with a vision, and with hope kindled in our hearts that we may lose our lives that we may find them, and that they may be lost in benefitting mankind: for he who would be great must be the servant of all. So we glory in our privileges and opportunities and do ever give thanks to the One Great Eternal God who has inspired us with a purpose and determination to press on in the hour when without His help we should have failed. This is the history of the Junior Academy Class; one of struggle, but of glorious hope and faith for the future. LAWRENCE PORTER. 47 SOPHOMORE ACADEMY 48 History of the Sophomore Class of 1911 The year 1915 was the beginning of our Academy career. We had long looked forward to the opportunity of being in high school, even if we did have to be called Freshies the first year. While we were in the Freshman year we learned that x and y are unknown quantities and also learned just how long we could stand in the hall without taking our place on the green carpet. Not only had we a desire to learn all we could from books, but we wanted to make our academy days as profitable as possible in every way; so we went in for athletics. Many delightful days we spent on the tennis court and also in the gymnasium playing basket ball. Often we played when we should have been busy with our lessons; but then you see we were only Freshies and did not realize what a few lost hours might mean to us later. At last our Freshman days drew to a close without our sufFering anything more serious than having our S. P. ' s taken from us or being compelled to enter a certain studio for a time. We did not feel the sudden change of atmosphere when we moved a step higher on the ladder of academic learning and occupied the place next to the Juniors; but then we were Sophies anyway and we thought we were privileged characters, one long important step above the Freshies. It was during our reign as Sophomores that the following most important things happened: The building of the girls ' new dormitory, also of the barn and silo; the Westlake fire; the change of the Thalo colors; the installation of a new cook in the dining hall; the Gem photograph day, which lasted several days in the music department; the furnishing of the Westlake studio; the rearrangement of the books in the library; and the mandolin craze. As Sophomores we have had to get used to new professors and several new rules in etiquette. We have also learned that we can not travel on flowery beds of ease if we would be Juniors; but we hope that some day through hard work on our part and patience on the part of our professors we shall be able to make our class one of the best in the history of dear old T. U. MAYBELL WAYMIRE. 49 FRESHMAN ACADEMY 50 Academy Freshman History We are as green as all Freshmen are, hence you must not expect too much of us; but we will endeavor to state a few facts to prove that we have not been hazed to death. We are forty in number and at our first class meeting we elected the following officers: President — Harley Hauver. Vice-President — Percy Boat. Sec.-Treas.— Paul Hawk. We have a few precocious and phenomenal students in our class; for instance, The Lamb with brown wool, Arthur J. Goyne, who affords us so much amusement that we willingly refrain from spend- ing our hard earned money for the funny lectures and socials given at town. The Traveling Dictionary, C. B. Mendenhall, is also as entertaining as a menagerie. We have a Lyon who sometimes shows his wrath, but is usually as gentle as Bernard Shaw ' s famous animal. This promising young man came from Lancashire, England, fourteen years ago and settled near Cambridge, Ohio. Some years later he was called of God to preach the gospel, and in September he found his way to Upland and entered Taylor to prepare for his life work. Frank H. Lee, our beloved Chinese brother, came to this country come years ago to become wealthy. After engaging in the laundry business in the East for some years he became rich in the salvation of the Lord. Frank says: Instead of taking back to China gold and silver, I will take back the gospel of my Saviour, Jesus Christ. Other promising members of the class are H. P. Ellison, from Norway, who is working an electrical way through school to help carry on God ' s wox ' k in this world; Aldred Wigg, from Pittsburgh, Pa., who is winning his way to fame as a pianist; also Oscar 0. Demme, of Pennsylvania, the map painter of the history class; Kenneth C. Maynard, the whistler, animal mimic, and baker; Chas. H. Wheeler, the violinist from Ohio; Miss Sylvia Davis and Miss Elizabeth Chain, artist students in the musical department, both hailing from Ohio. G. C. Dibert, who knows more than he tells, Mr. Hauver, Miss Blucher, and Miss Strickler are also from Ohio. Miss Ida Wieber. who loves Latin, C. H. E. W. Meier, L. J. Fladseth and T. Anderson, who after brushing the western hayseed from their hair are making great strides in English, Latin and History, are all from far-off North Dakota. Frank H. Sickler, who has the appearance of a western cow-puncher rather than a citizen of Collinswood, N. J., represents the Far East. It can be fairly said that this is the most promising Freshman class Taylor has had since it became a university. EMERY T. STEELE. 51 ( pmmm ]%sM ®m 53 PHILALETHEAN LITERARY SOCIETY Fall Term Pres., Joseph Imler Sec, Corey Stephens Winter Alfred C. Lee Ruth Maston Spring Warner F. Patterson Ruth Trotter 54 The Philaletehan Literary Society Motto: Lovers of Truth. Colors: Blue and White. The Philalethean Literary Society, by reason of the high end to which it is working, and by reason of its success in attaining that end, has become a potent factor in the broader development of the student life at Taylor. It is the largest organization in school in which membership is voluntary; and is capable of exerting a very widespread and beneficial influence because of its size, and because of its success in attaining its high purpose. The purpose of the society is to make possible for its members a development of the intellectual and expressive powers, of ability in executive leadership, and of the keener and more discriminating appreciation of the best in literature and music. The members of the society acquire intellectual and expressive ability by doing. Every active member is supposed to appear before the society in some sort of public delivery several times during the year. Philos are allowed to discover or develop their executive genius by holding the various offices. The personnel of the staff of officers is changed every term and opportunity is thus afforded to a very large number to hold a position of honor or responsibility. Again much of the best talent in the school is found among the mem- bers of the Philalethean Literary Society; and the splendid programs given from week to week are not only inspiring and conducive to self-criticism, but they tend to elevate the taste and to intensify the appreciation of the best in artistic lines. Week after week the society continues to accomplish this purpose of developing the talents of its members. Now and then a student surprises his audience by exhibiting real and marked talent where it was not suspected. Every program contributes its share in making the public life of some student more efficient and more pleasing. The society holds the championship over the Thalonian Society in the Preston Gold Prize Debate. Mr. Imler and Mr. Schlarb won this honor for us during commencement week of last year. Miss Raymond, our vocalist, was victorious in the vocal contest. Although we lost the rest of the contests, we were so ably represented in them that we have nothing to be ashamed of regarding the past and nothing to fear regarding the future. The success of the Philalethean Literary Society is assured, if her members see fit to seize their opportunities, if everyone endeavors to supplant evil with good and to improve the good, if we all work together for the triumph of the Blue and White. MALCOLM B. WILCOX. lb Philalethean Poem THE FOREST SUNSET. There at evening in the forest, When sweet nature softly breathes, Flames the velvet, crimson sunset Through the green and stately trees; Leaving all the western heavens Blended in their brilliant hue, — Ochre, orange, red and yellow, Gold and purple, green and blue. Everywhere there is a stillness; Tree and bush in shadowy sheen, Basking in the sunset splendor, Sparkling, glowing, in their green; Mosses growing in the lowland, Moist their glossy, greenish fleece; Flowers close their tender eyelids, Nod their heads in pensive peace. Calmly flowing through the forest. Winds the little woodland creek. Rippling idly o ' er the gravel, Gliding smoothly o ' er the deep; Mirroring the tinted heavens, Painting trees and moss and grass. Glistening like a living picture Silvered o ' er with liquid glass. From the green-lit twilight shadows, ' Neath the maple, elm and oak, Subtly steal the timid night birds, All the light-winged, feathered folk; Flit down to the cooling brooklet By the grassy, flowery brink; Dip their heads into the water, Lift their thirstv throats to drink. Fishes, swimming ' neath the surface Hide in crevices of stone; Dart among the slippery pebbles Green with mosses overgrown; Glide away to deeper waters, Frisk and frolic in their play; Turn their scaly sides of silver To the glow of dying day. From the quiet in the distance, From the woodland meadow plot, Sounds the merry tinkle, tinkle Of the shepherd ' s fleecy flock; Echoing faintly, lightly, clearly, On the evening, calm and still, Through the luscious, darkling foliage. Yonder from the cliff and hill. Nearer draws the rhythmic tinkle, Now upon the forest road, Winding like a creeping serpent, Through the leafy wood abode; Leading ' round the fallen timbers, O ' er the stumpy, stony ridge, To the clearing in the valley, Toward the brook and o ' er the bridge. Soon, appearing in the open, Glistening in the evening light, Comes the bleating, hurrying sheep-herd, Like a caravan of white; Crowding down the winding pathway, Down the rocky, trodden steep; Keenly raise their eager nostrils, Scent the water ' s cooling deep. Tripping lightly close behind them, Clad in blue-sheen, rustic dress, Singing softly, dreaming idly, Comes the winsome shepherdess: Drives her flock down to the river; Steps upon the bridge of stone, Drinking in the sunset splendor, Dreaming pensively and lone. Looks into the polished waters, Sees her image, — modest maid, — Gleaming tendrils straying idly, Gold in sunshine, bronze in shade; Glowing cheeks with color rippling, Tinged with nature ' s living hue; Wistful eyes, sincere and tender, Sparkling with a mystery-blue. Turns away in meditation, Scents the balmy evening breeze; Sees the sun ' s last rays of ochre Filtering gently through the trees; Drives her flocks up from the river, O ' er the rustic bridge of stone; Guides them safely up the pathway, Wanders lonely, — slowly, — home. Now the twilight softly deepens, Sadly wanes the light of day; Shimmering shadows, gathering lightly, Turn th ' e gold to bluish gray; Darkening haze begins to settle ' Round the leafy verdure lush; Nature now is sweetly resting; All is calm, and peace, and hush. To the heart there comes a longing, Pensive, lonely, sad, and calm; Weary minds, in sweet oblivion, Bathe in gloaming ' s restful balm; Nature, whispering in the quiet, Breathes her spirit on the air; Souls, inspired, in sweet communion, Whisper back in silent prayer. F 6 SEJPSH . THALOMAX LITERARY SOCIETY Fall Term Pres., P. B. Smith Sec, Olive Emerson Winter Francis Phillips Ruth Copley Spring Robert Williams Joy Stephenson 58 Thalonian Literary Society Motto: Know Thyself. Colors: Orange and Black. It may be said without undue exaltation that if any organization in Taylor University has reason to be proud of its record it is the Thalonian Literary Society. It has excelled in all manner of competi- tive exercises, both in literary work and in athletic sports. The training which it gives its members has been invaluable to those who have gone out to work in the world. Moreover, the future is made hopeful by a loyal and talented membership which is intent on tran- scending the glorious past. But these are only the outward signs. It is the inward condition from which these spring that is of first importance. Here is the real society. Here parliamentarians are developed, and real training is given. Every member appears before the public. He practices what he has learned, that in which he excels or hopes to excel. Wholesome criticisms are offered; timidity, awkwardness, blunders, improprieties and shortcomings become stepping-stones to better things in the future. In short, the student is acted upon by the continual power of helpful influence. Finally, then, he who has thus availed himself of his opportunities leaves his alma mater with gratitude toward the Thalenian Literary Society, for the invaluable service it has rendered him. Thus, the Thalonian Literary Society, recognizing the increasing needs of progress, and imbued with a spirit of advancement, promises to surpass the excellence of the past by moving on to more glorious heights of efficiency and helpfulness, ever benefitting its members and through them the world. FRANCIS PHILLIPS. Thalonian Poem THALONIAN SALUTE TO THE STARS AND STRIPES. The colors ! The colors ! A hearty salute ! Who loves the old flag can not be mute. Blazing aloft like a beacon in air, Ravished the eye with its comeliness rare. Bend ev ' ry heart, and bare ev ' ry brow — The Black and the. Orange pay fealty now! The colors! The colors! Should war-cloud alarm, We ' ll stand by the colors and guard them from harm ! Each loyal subject shall follow their trail, ' Till over injustice the colors prevail; And safe in the storm and secure in the right. The colors, the colors shall win in the fight. The colors! The colors! Long may they fiy, Symbol of hope to the languishing eye, Emblem of freedom to peoples oppressed, To south or to north, in east or in west — The Black and the Orange their fealty pay: Long live the old flag! Hooray! and Hooray! GUILBERTA WRAY. 59 SOANGETAHA DEBATING CLUB Fall Term Pres., Lillie Leitch Sec, Helene Raymonde Winter Helene Raymonde Martha MeCutcheon Spring Ella Scharer Geneva Horn lid The Soangetaha Debating Club Now that the big chiefs are recognizing in the squaws greater possibilities, more sagacity, and probably worthier motives than they had realized in ancient times, it is clear that the squaws are obliged to be prepared for any responsibility that the big chiefs may deem fitting to place upon them. To accomplish this, the squaws assemble once a week and attack with courage problems which the chiefs themselves would attempt only with reluctance. They deliberate and ponder and weigh and discuss and argue matters of consequence with the zeal of sages. When, in the future, these squaws are summoned to the great councils, the big chiefs, dumfounded, will hear with amazement the counsel which will be given by the humble squaws. The name of this assembly of earnest, ambitious feminists is Soangetaha, which means true-hearted ; and it is their aim to delve with sincerity into the depths of vital questions, for wisdom is strength . Club Song. Soft in the twilight, stealing through the gathering gloom. Come Indian maidens, heart to heart in tune; Come with faces smiling in the campflre ' s ruddy light, And with voices tender, sing this song tonight. CHORUS— Ta ha, Soangetaha, Ta, ha, Soangetaha, ' neath our colors gold and blue, to our club we ' re true. Strong- hearted maidens, join our band and dare to do; Teach pale-face warriors just a thing or two. With our hearts undaunted, we will fight our battles through And in every conflict, sing our song anew. OLIVE GROFF. 61 EUREKA DEBATING CLUB Fall Term Pres., Malcolm B. Wilcox Sec, Ralph Johnson Winter Lawrence Porter Forrest Goodrich Spring Ira J. Roberts Arthur Taylor r.ii The Eureka Debating Club The college men of today are to be the leaders of tomorrow. Society recognizes the superior ability for leadership of educated men, and places them in the responsible positions of the land; and the college men are the ones who are doing things. Since we are destined to lead in the highest work of the world, it is necessary that we be given some training, other than that received in the class room, if we are to be at our best; some training that will put us in vital touch with the present world and its present problems. Such training can best be given through some organization that makes it its business to study these problems, and ways of conquering them. It was for this purpose that the Eureka Debating Club was organized at Taylor University. In 1903 our young men saw that college training alone was not adequate to prepare them for their life work. They saw possibilities of developing s pecifically the thinking capacity which the All-Wise Creator gave to man. So they organized the Eureka Debating Club. It was the only club of the kind in the school at that time. It met with great opposition in the beginning, until men began to see the beneficial results which followed its work. From the very first the object of the Eureka Debating Club has been Personal development for each member . In order to attain this object the club limited the active membership to thirty-six, thus making sure that each member would get a chance to debate every term. This policy of the club has proved very successful, for the members as a whole have learned how to debate, and best of all they have learned how to speak extemporaneously in public without becom- ing nervous and embarrassed. The past two years we have instituted a congressional session in the winter term during the time when the United States Congress convenes. In this parliament we have divided our membership into two parties, the Democrats and the Republicans; and we discuss the same questions that the congress has up for dis- cussion. This mock congress has proved very helpful. Not only do the members learn about the big issues that confront the nation, and how to meet them, but these sessions have also been exceedingly good for developing extemporaneous speaking and for training men to think on their feet. The Eureka Debating Club is serving its purpose and serving it well. We expect every able Eurekan to make good in life, for he has learned how to meet difficulties in every form, if he has been loyal to his club and Iris other school duties while here at Taylor. D. JOSEPH IMLER. 63 Fall Term Pres., Robert Williams Sec, Don Cooke EULOGONIAN DEBATING CLUB Winter W. Clinton Birmingham Hurlston Rumbley Spring N. E. Hanson Floyd Bamett 64 The Eulogonian Debating Club The highest function of man is service to his fellowmen. The Eulogonian Debating Club has caught the spirit of this essential truth of life and has taken as its motto Personal development of each member. Practical training in the arts of oratory and debating serve as a means to gain this desired and praiseworthy end. The club, in its brief career as an organized body, has not always held the banner of victory; it has had its defeats as well. Spurred on to greater and more earnest efforts by defeats and encouraged by many victories, the Eulogonians are pressing onward in the road of efficient service. In the attempt to carry out its mission the club has made an enviable record; out of a total of ten inter-club debates the Eulogonian Debating Club has won seven. Of this record they are proud. Every individual member has found in the club debates, extemporaneous and prepared, in the intra-club debates, and the inter-club debates an opportunity to develop his own powers and to make the Eulogonian Debating Club one of the livest organizations in Taylor University. ROBERT McCUTCHEON. 65 Pros., Henry Schlarb PROHIBITION LEAGUE Sec, Ella Scharer 66 The Prohibition League One of the most important student organizations of T. U. and one in which everyone, faculty and students, takes an unusual interest is the Prohibition League. President Vayhinger in particular has the work of this organization warmly at heart, and the work of the League shows that his confidence has not been misplaced. It is the only large student movement of a civic and sociological character in the school. By its work of continual agitation and publicity it keeps before the attention of its active members and workers the facts and statistics of this great issue, which is facing our country with greater force every day. It shows the student the need for men and women who will become leaders in this last battle which is coming soon, when the liquor traffic, the greatest menace of the twentieth century, will be abolished. The League furnishes a definite field in which to apply the ideals which our college life has given us. One of the chief works of the organization, as a part of the International Prohibition Association, is the series of oratorical contests, ranging from local to national, which are conducted every year and form a means of education and promulgation concerning the best method of solving the liquor prob- lem. Alternate years the contests culminate in the Grand National. Taylor has never reached this goal but she is steadily striving toward it. She has come not to hope but to expect that her contestant will win the Indiana State contest, and she has several times taken high honors at the Inter-state. Mr. Christensen in 1915, and Mr. Roy Ellinghouse in 1916, ably represented the school. Mr. Pogue will represent T. U. in 1917. This year we hope for greater things still under the leadership of our able president, Henry Schlarb, and that the Taylor University Prohibition League will have the greatest year of its history in tnfe year that made Indiana dry! Who knows how much credit the I. P. A. deserves for this victory! May we continue the good work and assure National Constitutional Prohibition in 1920. W. F. P. 67 MINISTERIAL ASSOCIATION Theological Faculty Monroe Vayhinger, A.M., B.D., D.D., Pres. Newton Wray, B.D., D.D., Dean Florence Evelyn Cobb A.B. George Shaw, B.D. George Ridout, D.D. 68 Theological Department In theology the tendency through the ages has been to put too much stress upon doctrines that are not essential to salvation. This tendency has caused the essential doctrines to become hidden and neglected amid the rubbish of centuries, and thus lost to the common people. The doctrine of faith is the fundamental thing in the Chris- tian religion. It is by faith alone that man can call to his aid the power of the Omnipotent God. If man loses the secret of faith in God, he gropes blindly amid countless rites and ceremonies that are powerless to help Mm in time of need. Such was the terrible condi- tion of the church during the dark ages when ritualism and works were the sole ground for hope of salvation. Martin Luther brought back to the church the long lost doctrine of Justification by Faith, and John Wesley restored the doctrine of Sanctification by Faith. These two events, the Reformation and the Wesleyan Revival, were proofs of the marvelous power of faith. Men learned lessons of faith that have blessed the Church down through the centuries to the present time. It is only in proportion as the Church has lost her faith in God, that she has also lost her purity, her power, and her burning zeal for lost humanity. We leam many things by associating together. Tennyson said that he was part of every man he had ever met. Mark Hopkins said: Man becomes assimilated with that with which he voluntarily holds communion. The very fact of the existence of schools, where the student comes in personal contact with the instructor, demonstrates that we need to be in an atmosphere conducive to learning. While this is true of the intellectual world, it is even truer of the spiritual world. While some learn spiritual things from reading and ex- perience, a larger number learn spiritual things by the example and influence of spiritual people. A person who is filled with the spiritual life is constantly radiating that life to all with whom he comes in contact. Taylor University is blessed with a strong faith that brings cut all the other Christian graces and makes them effective. The profes- sors of the Theological Department may be aptly described as Bar- nabas was in Acts 11:24: For he was a good man and full of the Holy Spirit and faith. They have experienced the great truths of the Christian life and know the way of faith. They know by their own experience that the soul is justified by faith (Romans 3:28), sanctified by faith (Acts 26:18), and kept by the power of God through faith (I Peter 1:5). The professors of the other depart- ments are all devout men and women. In the midst of this trying time when the church is crippled with destructive higher criticism and the widespread doubt it breeds, and is being strangled by the rising tide of worldliness, God, in his all- wise providence, has raised up schools like Taylor University, to contend earnestly for the faith once delivered to the saints (Jude 3). These schools are examples of the power of faith and shine as lights in the world. The modern Church is finding out that she is utterly helpless when confronted with the tremendous problems of the pres- ent time. Like Samson, she is shorn of her strength. But as Samson even when shorn was not beyond hope but was restored to strength, so also the church even though deprived of her former power may through faith be redeemed from her backslidings to a life of even greater glory and usefulness. Who knows but through the example of those who have kept the faith the church may be encouraged to leave her doubts and fears and return to the old paths of faith, that will bring her back from her worldliness to a life of blessing to humanity that is crushed by sin and a world that is cursed by iniquity. Then shall her righteousness go forth as brightness and her salva- tion as a lamp that bumeth. (Tsaiah 62:1.) The Church at the present time fails to lay hold on many of God ' s promises for the salvation of the world, through false views of the time or the dis- pensation when such promises are available. But when she is re- stored her testimony will be the beautiful verse of John Newton ' s immortal hymn: In prayer my soul draws near the Lord And sees his glory shine; And when I read his holy word, I call each promise mine. W. CLINTON BIRMINGHAM. 6! I EXPRESSION DEPARTMENT Florence Evelyn Cobb, Director Expression Club President — Guilberta Wray Secretary — Ruth Maston 70 The Expression Department The Expression Department has always been one of the largest and most popular departments in Taylor University. Under the efficient, conscientious leadership of Professor Cobb it has rown rapidly. Every new student as he comes to Taylor feels more and more his need of the ability to express himself clearly and forcibly, as he sees at the Expression recitals the results which the Depart- ment is producing on others; and a student seldom graduates from Taylor without having taken some courses in Expression, although the work is net on the required list. Expression is an art; and when true the nearest to nature of all arts because it is the most unconscious and spontaneous of the actions of man, the most direct manifestation of thought and feeling. By the study of expression we train mind, voice, and body, so that we may truly express the feelings within us. By careful consistent effort, faults and abnormalities caused by incorrect thinking, are gradually removed. The mind is restored to its normal condition by experiencing an awakening of its latent faculties and powers. The student is inspired with ideals for producing a deeper impression and a more vital realization of truth. Mind, voice, and body are trained into a harmonious unity. Frequent opportunities are given the students of the Department to appear on Society programs and in public and private recitals. An Expression Club is organized each year, which always proves a source of inspiration and profit to its members. To prove its success the Department has only to point to its results. Such readers as Dora Regester, Guy Holmes, Lulu Ruppert, Belle Guy, Edna Bennett, and Barton R. Pogue have demonstrated the value of the training they have received, and have been a credit to the Department and the College. W. F. P. 71 VOCAL MUSIC DEPARTMENT Edith D. Olmsted, Director 72 Taylor University Conservatory The Musical Conservatory of Taylor University has this year added eight new members to its faculty. The Conservatory discourages the turning out of half-prepared students and thus foisting incapable young amateurs upon the public instead of well-equipped profes- sionals. By adhering strictly to the schedule of work and by final test for certificates, diplomas and degrees, the musical profession and the public are assured that no student receives credentials from this institution without meeting the full requirements. In piano, great stress is placed upon the standard of the works played. Scales and arpeggios for graduation must reach from nine hundred to one thousand notes per minute and octaves from seven hundred to eight hundred. This demands a technical equipment which will enable the student to play the larger works of piano literature at tempos which the artists maintain. The principles of Theodore Leschetizky are taught in the pianoforte department. Instruction in piano playing involves a special adapta- tion to the needs of each individual pupil. While technical founda- tion is insisted upon, musical feeling is cultivated from the outset. Special emphasis is laid upon the works of modern composers, such as Scribiane, Arensky, Ravel, D ' Albert, Schoenberg, Debussy, McDowell, Bortkiewwicz and others. Arthur Verne Westlake, director of T. U. Conservatory, has mate- rially strengthened the institution by introducing complete courses in every branch of music. Mr. Westlake, after years of study with private teachers in and about Pittsburgh, entered the Beaver College Musical Institute, where he graduated in 1904. After teaching for four years, he entered the same school and completed the post-grad- uate course in music. The following year he was elected a member of the faculty, and after serving two years was given leave of absence to further perfect himself in his art. He went to Vienna, where he studied with such eminent teachers as Theodore Leschetizky, Fraulein Prentner, Mason, and Melville-Lesniewsky. Upon returning to America he founded and fostered a school of his own, known as the Extended Conservatory of Pittsburgh. He had enrolled in this school, including the extension department, over two thousand students, and in coming to Taylor University is still retaining his affiliation with the institution. Many of its teachers and especially gifted s tudents have accompanied Mr. Westlake to Taylor and are helping to carry out his plan of making Taylor one of the largest and best equipped conservatories in America. Mr. Edwin A. Gowan has been a successful teacher at Taylor University for several years. He studied piano and harmony with Herman Kotzschmar and voice with William H. Dennett. Later he studied the organ with Eugene Thayer, of Boston, and harmony with Stephen Emery. He has also studied in Germany. After two years of work at the Kullak Conservatory of Music in Berlin and at the Guild Hall School of Music in London, he re- turned to America and located in Buffalo, N. Y., as a teacher and organist, dividing his time between private teaching and supervising musical instruction in the schools. He made special and thorough preparation for this work, having graduated from the American In- stitute of Normal Methods, class of 1891. Later he served in the capacity of Musical Director of the Northwestern State Normal School, Edinboro, Pa., and since has been connected with Taylor 73 £-: • - I INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC DEPARTMENT Arthur Verne Westlake, Director 74 University. Mr. Gowan is exceptionally well adapted to the work of director of instruction in public school music. He possesses the ability to bring out the best of which his pupils are capable. Miss Sadie L. Miller has served the Music Department of Taylor University for eight years very efficiently and capably. Miss Nelle Smith has lately come to Taylor. After extended study with private teachers, she entered the Oberlin Conservatory where she continued her studies for two years; she then became the pupil of Mr. Westlake, and later one of his assistant teachers in the Extended Conservatory of Pittsburgh. Miss Smith is a brilliant concert pianist. The Voice Department of Taylor has as its director Miss Edith D. Olmsted, who has served in this capacity for several years. She has proved her efficiency and success in building up the standards of the Vocal Department to its present status. Miss Olmsted has studied extensively in New York City and at the Ithaca Conservatory of Music. She has as her assistant Miss Helene Raymonde, a graduate of the Taylor University Conservatory. Taylor is fortunate in having as violin instructor, Miss Cosette Beard, formerly violin soloist of the Pittsburgh Orpheum Trio. She has rapidly come to the front as one of the best young artists of her clay. After studying with several prominent teachers in the East, she became the pupil of Guy Woodard of the Bush-Temple Conserva- tory. She has given many successful concerts. Taylor University has a Normal Training School for teachers, un- der the direction of Miss Ethel Knisely. She has been a life-long pupil of Mr. Westlake, and associate teacher in the Extended Con- servatory of Pittsburgh. The classes in Music History and Solfeggio are conducted by Miss Dolores Ramsey and Miss Frances Ekis, specialists and teachers of experience in their work. An important and valuable feature of the Music Department are the recitals given by the faculty and by the advanced students of the school. In these concerts the very best music is played; technique and interpretation are brought to a high point of perfection; and thus they afford not only excellent training in artistic performance to those who give the recitals, but a liberal education in music to the students who attend them. DOLORES RAMSEY. 75 Domestic Economy Department Commercial Department A Two-year Training Course for teachers of Domestic Economy is about to be realized at Taylor University under the supervision of Professor Maude Jackson. The course includes Sewing, Cooking, Home Nursing, Textiles, Millinery, Household Management, Practice Teaching, Foods and Dietetics, etc. Training in scientific housekeeping is an indispensable part of a young woman ' s education. This course is certain to attract girls who are interested in this kind of work for their own benefit, as well as those who wish to become teachers of these subjects. Commodious quarters in the new dormitory with all necessary equipment are now at the disposal of the Department. That the students of Taylor University appreciate the opportunity of gaining a knowledge of practical business methods is shown by the interest in the classes in Bookkeeping, Shorthand, Typewriting and Penmanship. Classes in Commercial Arithmetic, Commercial Law, Commercial Geography, Salesmanship and Advertising, will be formed as such work is demanded. Mr. J. J. Theobald, for seven years secretary of the Actual Business College, Akron, Ohio, has charge of the work, and expects to devote his time to strengthening the courses and building up the Department. 76 ATHLETICS 77 Roberts Hobbs A i - - Pogue Peivce McCutcheon Harm PHILO BASKET BALL TEAM Champions 1916-17 78 Athletics Although Taylor University restricts her athletic activities to con- tests between her own students, an athletic spirit is by no means lacking in our school; and indeed the popularity of clean sports at Taylor seems to be increasing. Wt realize that in order tc become well-rounded, a young man or woman must not only be mentally and spiritually developed, but he must also possess a strong, healthy body. The best way to acquire this desired physical development is to take advantage not only of the regular physical training classes, but also of the various sports and games which are engaged in on the campus. One of the most popular sports at Taylor is tennis. We have five excellent courts, and in the spring especially these tennis courts are filled with the enthusiasts who delight in playing this favorite stu- dent ' s game. And the boys are not the only athletes who appear on the courts. Indeed it is very evident that the fact that this game may be played by partners of the opposite sex makes tennis the most popular pastime at Taylor. Our observation convinces us that many a tennis game is only a legitimate means whereby an extra S. P. may be wrested from our ever- vigilant dean and preceptress; but athletics and the physique of the players are the gainers. Although baseball has not so large a following at Taylor as has tennis, there are those in our midst who are very devoted to the great national game. In the 1916 Inter-Society series the Philos won four straight games, these victories being mainly due to the superb pitching of Don Hobbs. It is rather early to prophesy con- cerning this year ' s outcome of the Philo-Thalo encounter. By losing Stiles, Browning and perhaps Don Hobbs, the Philos are severely crip- pled, and valuable new material will have to be added before the team will be able to play the class of ball which defeated the Thalos last year. The Thalonian line-up also will be almost entirely new. Hanson and Leamon are the only old players who remain; and yet the prospects for victory seem to be brighter than in former years. Much is expected from the new 7 matei-ial which will be added to the team and, while the real ability of the new players is still unknown, it is almost a certainty that this year ' s Thalo team will be stronger than the one which represented that society a year ago. If we wish to prove that athletics are becoming more and more popular at Taylor we need only to point to the intense interest which was manifested in the Inter- Society Basket Ball series this year. By winning four successive games the Philos won the Inter- Society championship for 1917. But although the Philos were vic- torious in every game, the series was by no means an uninteresting one. In every encounter the Thalonian fighting spirit was exhibited. At least two of the games were won by desperate effort on the part of the Philos during the last few minutes of play. In short, this year ' s basket ball series was a thriller. Although they lost the series the Thalos are to be highly congrat- ulated upon their work. When Brugie, Felton, Stuart and Olson failed to return to school the Thalos had but one man left to remind them of that Invincible Five. Hanson was the only member of last year ' s championship team who came back to college this year, and thus the Thalos were forced to organize an entirely new team. Many considered the Thalonians entirely out of the running for basket ball honors, but the boys made their opponents fight every minute to win the series; and even though the team was defeated, every Thalo should be proud of the men who battled for the honor of the Orange and the Black. Hanson was easily the Thalo star. His work was as usual always steady and sure; but at times it was also unusually clever. Nels ' ' 79 Hanson Cooke Stevenson Norvelle Snider THALONIAN BASKET BALL TEAM Champions 1915-16 played some game last year but this year his work bordered on the spectacular. Without Hanson the Thalos would have been hopelessly lost. Cooke, the other Thalo forward, shone chiefly in his floor work. Don is surely quick on his feet, and he fights during every minute of play. Captain Taylor played his usual aggressive game at guard. Taylor ' s playing was a big factor in the good showing which the Thalos made. This was Norvelle ' s first year as a basket ball player, and the manner in which he developed into a reliable guard was phenomenal. Believe us ! Red was right there every minute, and his man had a pretty hard time to cage a basket. Stephenson played a steady game at center. Steve filled a hard position and there was great improvement in his playing by the end of the season. Miller appeared at center in the last game and con vinced all the critics that he was a real player. If Fritz returns next year he should be a star. When we consider the victorious Philos one name stands out above all others. Beyond a doubt Peirce is one of the best players who has been on our gym floor for some time. He is lightning fast in taking the ball down the floor and is a sure shot when he gets near the basket. The slogan which enabled the Philos to win seemed to be Everybody to Peirce. Ayres, at forward, played his usual fast game. In the last game at least K made some shots which brought the crowd to its feet. Sax Hobbs, the other forward, is an excellent floor man. Sax seems to take life easy, even on the gym floor, but he makes every move count and his playing is steady and sure. He is a very reliable player. Captain Pogue played Ms usual good game at guard, while his team-mate, McCutcheon, made it extremely hard for an opponent to secure a reasonable shot at the basket. Harm appeared in the last game and proved that he could hold his own with any of ' em. Next year we expect him to shine as much with the basket ball as he now does with his pen. As a team, the Philos played splendidly; they were strong in every depart- ment; their team-work was admirable. We join with the Philo rooters in giving three cheers for the champions ! While the Inter- Society game is our most important contest, our athletic endeavors are not limited to the societies. We have a basket ball league, under the direction of our efficient physical director, D. Joseph Imler; while many other inter-club and organization clashes occur on the gym floor and on the diamond. The Athletic Association is perhaps the youngest organization at Taylor, and we hope that in years to come this department of our school will become a stronger and more efficient. JOHN LEAMON. 81 HsOdcmqo 83 The Prayer Life Professor George W. Uidout. Christianity, says one, is nothing if it be not supernatural. Prayer is a supernatural power. It is one of the great potential forces of the Kingdom. We might well marvel at the mystery and the greatness of its power, but Mont Blanc does not become a phantom or a mist because a climber grows dizzy on its side. Professor William James, of Harvard, who was more eminent as a psychologist than as a Christian believer, has the following to say about prayer: The fundamental religious point is that in prayei spiritual energy which otherwise would slumber does become active and spiritual work of some kind is effected really. Truly spiritual work of some kind is effected really in prayer. Let Jacob speak and he will tell of victory at the brook Jabbok; let Moses speak and he will tell of mighty manifestations of God; let Hannah speak and she will tell of joy born at the altar of prayer; let Elijah testify and he will tell of fire and flood; let Daniel speak and he will tell that unceasing prayer brought deliverance even in the lion ' s den; let Peter and Paul testify and they will tell how prayer opened prison doors and brought visions of God; let Luther speak and he will tell of prayer that brought on a Reformation; let George Muller speak and he will tell of houses and lands, and food and cloth- ing, for thousands of orphans, all in answer to prayer; let J. Hudson Taylor, of China, William Carey of India, and Bishop William Taylor, the World Missionary, speak, and they will tell of countries and con- tinents victoriously contested for the Kingdom of God. Prayer makes the darkened clouds withdraw. Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw; Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. Prayer keeps the Christian ' s armour bright ; and Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon his knees. There are four different planes of power: the physical, the mental, the moral, and the spiritual. It is only when we move in the spiritual realm that we have power with God. It is here, and here only, that we leam how to pray, and to practice it. The trouble with a good many of our schools is that there is a total neglect of the prayer life. Two ministers talking together on this subject mourned that in their student days they had not been taught to acquire the secret of prayer. One of them said: It is not that the subject was not mentioned, but it was not impressed upon us that prayer is the first secret of success in the ministry. At Taylor University there is a constant tendency to emphasize the prayer life by means of the Prayer Band, days of prayer, and special prayer seasons. Many ministers and missionaries have gone from Taylor University thanking God that in their school days they were led into the ministry of prayer and intercession. There are three degrees in prayer: saying prayers, praying, and prevailing in prayer. To prevail in prayer we must understand that prayer is conflict. Orare est laborare, cried Luther. It is said of Jesus, and being in an agony, he prayed more earnestly . Isaiah (64: 7) mourns that there is no one stirring up himself to take hold of God. Truly has one said, Prayer is the putting forth of the utmost energy of character in earnest desire, making fullest and strongest demand upon God. Prayer needs the whole energy of man; but at the same moment his whole nature must be sustained, per- vaded, animated by the Divine Spirit, who Himself fills man with His own energy. St. Catherine told a friend that the anguish she experienced in the realization of the sufferings of Christ was greatest at the moment she was pleading for the salvation of others. Thus, to her, prevailing prayer meant anguish of soul. Bishop Hall expressed a very beautiful thought on the potency of prayer when he said: It is not the arithmetic of our prayers — how many they are; nor the rhetoric of our prayers — how eloquent they are; nor the geometry of our prayers — how long they are; nor the music of our prayers — how sweet our voice may be; nor the logic of our prayers — how argumentative they may be; nor the method of our prayers — how orderly they may be; nor even the divinity of our prayers — how sound the doctrine may be, which God cares for. Fervency of spirit is that which availeth much. Prayer is both subjective and objective. Henry Ward Beecher exemplified wonderfully in his pulpit prayers the subjective element in prayer. It is said that the effect of his prayers was magical upon the great throng. It would seem while Mr. Beecher was praying that 84 each one in the church was taken in his arms and borne into the presence of that God who was waiting to be gracious. Many said that after the prayer they did not seem to need the sermon. Their weary, yearning, dissatisfied spirits had obtained rest, satisfaction and peace. But prayer is also objective, and this we would say with emphasis. Prayer not only calms and soothes and comforts, but it brings wonderful things to pass. We believe that it is the highest wisdom to pray fervently and believingly, and expect to get things from God in answer to prayer. God ' s people have prayed for money, and money has come. They have prayed for help, and help has been given. They have prayed for friends, and friends have arrived. They have prayed for open doors, and doors have been opened. They have prayed for health and it was given. They have prayed for food and clothing, and it came. In a thousand ways God, the mighty God, has listened to the cries of His children and answered in ways, marvelous, mysterious and miraculous. The revival most needed in the church and in the ministry today is the revival of prayer. Intercessors and supplicators are needed; and we might all well voice the prayer of Wesley as he sang: Of all Thy gifts I ask but one, I ask the constant power to pray; Indulge me, Lord, in this request, Thou canst not then deny the rest. A Lesson In Sanctification Professor Newton Wray The book of Job deals with the problem of human suffering, in establishing the possibility and fact of disinterested piety. But inci- dental to its main scope and purpose are many spiritual and practical truths of great value to the tried and perplexed believer. One of these is the teaching concerning sanctification. Indeed, a key-thought of the book might be found in the contrast between the self-assertiveness of Job under trial and his humiliation and self-depreciation under the white light of the Divine intervention. If we should call it the death of self, we would be describing that process of sanctification by which Job came to realize his true meas- ure and to find in self-renunciation and submission the heart of the faith he had maintained with such strenuous insistence. But was not Job a wholly sanctified man before his trials, and were not these trials a proof of the fact ? The conclusion of the narrative does not warrant this opinion. True, it was said of him that there ■was none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God and escheweth evil. This perfection, however, as all the facts show, was relative and is such as must characterize, in an important sense, every stage of a genuine religious experience. He was perfect as compared with the views of those who asserted that he was wicked. God jondemned them as not having spoken the right thing as Job had — that hit affliction was not a punishment for sin. He was perfect in the motives that animated him, in the sin- cerity and constancy of his worship, and in his observance of the practical forms of righteousness. All this we gather from numerous statements in the book, and I apprehend this was the meaning of the Lord ' s question to the adversary and of Job ' s own insistence upon his integrity. But he was not perfect as to his deeper nature and his need of quiet submission to God ' s providences. In the center of his being there was a lack of something which enables a man to suffer meekly what may come upon him, to act without distraction, and to endure without complaint. Editor Trumbull calls attention to the Latin original of suffering — sub and fero — to bear up from under, as when one carries a burden. It is therefore a word the emphasis of which is altogether on the way by which we meet, or carry, the burden, rather than on the pain or stress caused by the burden. How did Job meet his trials ? He had been sincere in worship, earnest in duty; but he was restive under a strain. He had the Martha tnergy without the Mary spirit, the zeal without the devotion. The former would serve the Lord; it seeks to please Him by its min- istry, but knows not the secret of doing so. The latter loves His will, and waits to know His mind; then it rises to d?eds of unexampled self-sacrifice. I believe this to be the very heart of sanctification. One can see Job was not in this state when voicing his bitter complaints and ex- postulating with the Almighty concerning the treatment he was re- ceiving. He confesses that his words had been rash (6:3, R. V.) The suffering man was a strange paradox. In the midst of his vehe- ment expostulations, he reiterates his faith in God and his hope of a vindication. But his attitude, after brooding over his trouble, was that of resistance rather than submission to the will of God. He did not take his misfortunes with good grace. Elihu, who seems to have reached the root of the matter, did not say that Job was wicked, but that he talked like wicked men and had not laid his affliction to heart (34:36, R. V.; 36:21.) The note of self-.iustification runs 85 throughout the debate with the friends. For He breaketh me with a tempest and multiplieth my wounds without cause. Why do ye persecute me as God and are not satisfied with my flesh? I will maintain my ways before Him. I will fill my mouth with argu- ments. These are not the words of one whose mind is at rest because he has learned to take the will of God without questioning its wisdom or its justice. Evidently the deep of Job ' s nature had never been sounded by the plummet of prosperity. And though, when the storm broke upon him, he could say, Shall we receive good at the hand of God and shall we not receive evil ? yet further reflection awakened in him the disposition to argue against the justice of his trial. By what principle, then, could the term perfect be used to de- scribe his character? Observe the order of the words in that state- ment: A perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God and escheweth evil. The qualifying clauses of a sentence fix its meaning. Here the last clause shows that Job was perfect in his attitude to- wards God and upright in his attitude towards evil. The former concerns the inner, the latter the outer life. With this agrees his own description of wisdom and understanding, in closing the debate with the friends. He feared God and kept himself unspotted from the world, thing ' s that every man in the initial stages of the Christian life will do. The fear of God made him just to his fellowmen, and walking uprightly made him a force for righteousness among them. These things constituted the integrity which the utmost effort of his accusers failed to shake. Throughout his prolonged suffering, with the most passionate protestations he maintains this integrity and does not give way to wilful sin. The sincerity of his intentions, the righteousness of his motives, and the beneficence of his life were attested by the Lord Himself in the final adjustment. It is a strange sort of interpretation that refers these elements of piety only to the fully sanctified life. They belong to every life, at what- ever stage of experience, that God approves as true to its light. There were not many in Job ' s time that thus measured up. Indeed, there was none like him in the earth, and there are too few like him now. But this is the scriptural type of a justified man, and its demands are none the less exacting because there are so few to meet them. Now Job moved on this level, ignorant of his deeper need, until the shock of adversity became the occasion for a revelation that first humbled and then exalted him. He rose, when he went down. Some one has said that sanctification consists of a series of generous be- ginnings , which reminds us of what Emerson said of nature: Na- ture hates calculators; her methods are saltatory and impulsive. This is hard on evolution, which, I take it, is no more true in religion than in nature. Grace is revolutionary and starts men on higher levels by a series of generous beginnings. It was a great day for Job when he learned there was another standard of valuation in religion. The speech of God made him seem very small in his own eyes. It is the vision of His holiness that causes men to cry, Woe is me! and to wait in utter self-abandonment for the coal of fire. Recognition of the need precedes the attitude that conditions the gracious enlargement. Painful the humbling may be, but blessed is the result. And there is no other way to the higher altitudes of life and service. Ministerial Association The Taylor University Gospel Crew The Taylor University Ministerial Association is one of the Uni- versity ' s youngest student organizations, and is for the training of the young men of Taylor. The association was founded in 1915, for the purpose of giving better and more thorough training to those who are preparing to enter the ministry. Lectures are given by the members of the Theological Department upon the various duties and phases of activity of the minister, evangelist, or pastor. In the meet- ings of this society the members are often given an opportunity to discuss freely any phases of the lecturer ' s topic which may not be clearly understood. All the lectures and discussions of the associa- tion would be helpful to any student, but they are especially designed to benefit those studying for the ministry. The first lecture in the fall term of 1916 was delivered by Prof. Wray, on the theme: A Model Preacher. This strong, forceful and pointed address was followed the next week by a talk given by Prof. Shaw. For his subject Prof. Shaw used, Prophetic Preaching. As a basis for his remarks he read the words of Amos, I was no prophet, neither was I a prophet ' s son. At one of the meetings the members of the association discussed the various phases and the courses of study as outlined in the Method- ist Episcopal Discipline for 1916, with special regard to the coming examination for local preachers. As a result of this meeting many of the local preachers have prepared to do the work prescribed in this course of study. Prof. Ridout has given the ministerial students talks and discourses, at different times, upon such subjects as The Preacher and his Books , and The Preacher and Methodism. Dr. Vayhinger addressed the organization upon Preaching Scriptural Holiness. The members of the association have, as a result of the meetings, a larger, fuller, and clearer conception of the duties of their calling. The purpose of the society is being realized by a stronger endeavor on the part of the ministerial students of Taylor University to prove themselves efficient and capable servants of Jesus Christ. The T. U. G. C. is an organization composed of sixteen earnest, enthusiastic workers, every one of whom is an active member. Dur- ing the school year 1915-1916, there were a few young men who felt a call from God to go out and preach the gospel to those who would not hear it under existing circumstances. Accordingly, orr- the 17th day of March, 1916, they organized into a club under the name of the Taylor University Gospel Crew. The purpose of the club is to bring the gospel to those who are prejudiced against the religious services of the churches. We are trying to overcome this feeling by the gospel of Jesus Christ, which takes away all doubt and suspicion. The Crew extends to them an invitation to attend the services of the various churches and at the University. A few have accepted this invitation and, while they are not regular attendants as yet, we feel sure that prejudice is being overcome. Although our aim is not to practice preaching on these men, yet we feel it is our duty to take advantage of this kind of work in order to become good ministers of the gospel. In years to come this training will show in our ministry to a dying world. Primarily, the work was with the men of the glass factory. This came through the Depfer Campaign which was held in Upland in November, 1915. The factory boys seemed so interested that we held services there during the revival, and as a result of this we felt drawn of God to continue this work. An extension soon became necessary so that everyone could be kept busy. Meetings are now held on the streets of Upland on Saturday evenings, and prayer meetings are conducted at different homes in the country on Friday- evenings. Thus the Taylor University Gospel Crew has grown and prospered under the direction of Jehovah. The work calls for sacrifice and self denial; it is attended by the jeers of some we most want to help; but nevertheless, the Lord being our helper, we shall press forward to the mark for the prize of the high calling which is in Christ Jesus. H. T. S. 87 Fall Term Pres., Lois Speck Sec, Maude Whybrew PRAYER BAND Winter Lawrence Porter Emma Tressler Spring Mary Brantingham Maude Whvbrew Prayer Band Taylor University has always been a monument to faith and prayer. The standard has been kept high because she realizes the value of prayer. The Prayer Band has long been an established institution of the University. Last year there were nearly a hundred members and this year the number has almost doubled. Not only is the Prayer Band growing in numbers, but its influence extends into the other meetings. The early morning prayer service is attended by its mem- bers, and the majority of the leaders for the day of prayer are furnished by this society. The meetings are held every Wednesday evening from six to seven. Nearly all the time is spent in prayer, and it is there that those who are too timid to take active part in the general Thursday evening prayer meeting are strengthened, encouraged, and trained, for there is a bond of fellowship manifested such as is impossible in a general prayer service. Not only are the weak strengthened, but discouraged souls are cheered, the unconverted saved, and the strong uplifted and inspired. The object of this society, in the words of the constitution, is to spread scriptural holiness among the students and whomsoever may desire to live a holy life; and, all persons who desire to flee from the wrath to come and to live a holy life are eligible to membership by signing the constitution of the society. ' 89 TAYLOR UNIVERSITY HOLINESS LEAGUE President— Roy Michel Secretary— Ethel Hodson 9i) Taylor University Holiness League The Young Men ' s Holiness League is a national, inter-denomina- tional movement. It had its beginning at Camp Sychar, Ohio, in the year 1902. Its object is to secure the conversion and entire sancti- fication of young people of our land and the enrollment of those who are in the experience for aggressive work. The local league at Taylor University meets once a week, on Friday evening from 6:00 to 7:00 o ' clock, a very appropriate time when the mind is relieved of its weekly tasks. In 1915 the name was changed to Taylor University Holiness League in order to secure the membership of the girls of the school. The present enrollment is about 125. The purpose of the League being primarily to help students to obtain and develop the experience of holiness, its meetings are espe- cially fitted to equip them for conflict with sin in any field to which they may be called. One of the professors is usually asked to address the audience on a subject pertaining to holiness. These lectures are inspiring and helpful to a deeper Christian life. It can be said without doubt that these meetings are very beneficial to all who at- tend. A few words of counsel, wisdom, and cheer, and an hour of quiet waiting on God give strength for further activities in His service. 91 VOLUNTEER BAND President — H. G. Robson Secretary — Lenna Mae Neff 92 The Volunteer ' s Prayer God ! What hast Thou yet in store ? My heart sincerely yearns to know What place Thou hast in life for me; Where Thou dost send me I will go. Sometimes my sky is black with clouds, The path I can but dimly trace, Yet through it all I truly feel, Somew T here Thou hast for me a place. Lord ! I have not much to give. But all I have I bring to Thee. 1 bow in meekness at Thy feet And cry, My God, send me ! send me ! The harvest field is more than ripe; The reapers in Thy work are few; Take me, imperfect, sinful, weak, And make me pure, and make me true. My strength may fail, but Thou art strong. In Thee, Lord, my trust is staid. Where Thou dost lead it matters not; With Thee, I shall not be afraid. O ' er ocean waves or desert waste, Lord God, with joy I ' ll follow Thee, If only I may fill the place That Thou, Father, hast for me. WALTElt OLIVER. :i3 The Volunteer Band Girls ' Class Meeting The Church is at present manifesting greater interest in the evangelization of the world than it has shown for the last ten cen- turies. This awakening is clue largely to the Student Volunteer Move- ment in the United States and Canada. Practically every college in these two countries has a Volunteer Band; and through these bands thousands of students are educated as to the needs of the unevangel- ized nations. This work of education combined with earnest prayer results annually in hundreds of students definitely pledging them- selves to respond, If God permits, to the Great Commission of the Master. The Volunteer Band of Taylor University is one of the largest and most aggressive in the state of Indiana. During the year 1916 ten of our students went as missionaries to the foreign Held. There are at present forty-two Taylor students engaged in missionary work throughout the world. The Band purposes, relying on the power of prayer, that this number shall continually and rapidly increase. Truly there is need that it should increase, for the fields are already ' ' ripe unto the harvest. Every Tuesday evening there are class meetings for the boys and girls of Taylor University. The girls meet in Room 7, on the first floor of the main building. The meetings have, from the opening of the school, been very well attended. The services are led by different students or by ladies who live on the campus. Miss Maude Whybrew has charge of the work to see that a competent leader is appointed, or to lead the services when others fail. The meetings are opened with song, after which there is a season of prayer in which the girls feel perfectly free to pray for that which is upon their hearts. Many times we pray for people desiring our prayers, or for those we are especially interested in bringing to Jesus. God ' s word is read and opportunities for testimony are given. No one can attend these meetings without being strengthened in her Christian experience. If girls need help in any way, they are warmly welcomed to the Tuesday night prayeri meeting. This is a place where no one feels afraid to pray or to testify. Every girl comes to help and to be helped. 94 Obituary Oren Eugene Holmes. Oren Eugene Holmes was born in Townville, Pennsylvania, July 1; 1843. In May, 1888, he was married to Mary Pond of the same town. He came to Upland in 1904 and became foreman in the oil fields of this vicinity. One purpose of coming here was to educate their son in Taylor University. Five years ago Mr. Holmes opened a small grocery in the University Addition. It is in this capacity that the students knew him as Daddy Holmes. He had a strong personality, a tender, gentle heart, and was always patient, untiring, and cheerful in his dealings with others. Mr. Holmes was converted when he was about forty years old and twelve years ago came into the experience of full salvation. He was a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church at Upland. Mr. Holmes was no small factor in the life and activities of Taylor University. It was he who came forward with the first financial aid which made it possible to retain Taylor University at Upland. He has been a liberal contributor and always loyal to the advancement and best interests of the school. His life was one of quiet and unassuming ministries for Christ. Mr. Holmes died December 13, 1916. His widow, two children by a first marriage, and Guy W. Holmes (T. U. College ' 13) survive him. We are glad to know that Mrs. Holmes chooses to retain her home among us. GEORGE W. MOONEY D.D. Taylor ' s Oldest Friend. When a good man who has lived a useful life dies, those whom he has served wish to pay him due honor. Geo. W. Mooney, D.D., was a vital factor in the founding and the life of Taylor University. In his earlier life he labored for her with Bishop Wm. Taylor. He is the last of the charter members of the Board of Trustees. He was present at the first meeting of the Board when the school came under the control of the Local Preachers ' Association, and has been present at each succeeding annual commencement of the college. At the time of his death, which occurred in February, he was secretary of the present Board of Trustees. Dr. Mooney was at one time on the editorial staff of the Christian Herald. It was through his instrumentality that the Christian Herald Gold Prize Debate (now- the Preston Gold Prize Debate) was estab- lished and maintained. He also instituted the Mooney Certificate prizes for the Annual Society Contests. Our library was established by him and bears his name. Dr. Mooney ' s home was in New York City. He was a member of the Church of All Nations, and until he died had charge of the Tuesday Holiness meetings instituted by Phoebe Palmer. It is most true that no man is able to show to those who knew him not, what he was; and no one could show him to those who knew him in a way altogether satisfying. Dr. Mooney was a man of irreproachable character, brilliant mind and vital personality, with unswerving in- tegrity and noble aspirations. He was a staunch and loyal supporter of the standards and policy of the school, always having her interests at heart. We believe that the welfare of Taylor University was his ruling passion and he served her with the utmost devotion. We feel that we have lost one of our oldest and truest friends. The heartfelt sympathy and prayers of the faculty and students of Taylor Univer- sity go out to Mrs. Mooney at this time. 95 .tetPSlD 97 The Maple Leaves J. A. Harm. The maple leaves to yellow turn, While summer slowly fades away; And autumn shadows hover low As nightfall shades the waning day. Their colors blend in deeper hues, Each day they wear a darker gown; The yellow gives itself to gold, And gold at last to red and brown. Now back to brighter summer days They turn with longing, solemn thought, When in their verdant splendor clothed, Of grief and sorrow they knew naught; The blended blue in sunny space Scarce ever gloom or sighing knew, Except when nature, pleased with all. Shed tears of joy in rain and dew. A crested comrade oft has found A tranquil shelter for the night, Or through the blissful summer days A home of peace and pure delight; And there beneath that shady bower He sings a song of joy and praise, While down upon his mate and young The trickling sunlight gently plays. Oh, kindly leaves! your life has been A joy and praise to those around; Each fellow leaf, each bird and beast Has comfort in your presence found. Your duty to the branchy world You well have done — all in your power; You ' ve given strength and helped to build, Till now it stands a stately bower. And then when frost allied with death First nipped your tender bloom of life, How subtly did it come! and still You struggled onward in the strife. What grief it seemed that life should go, When all around friends still remain, And other life, with joy and hope, Still sings for you a soft refrain. But e ' en when life clings firm and fast And from its sights you dread to go, Fierce raging winds, by death set free, Around about you deadly blow. Away in space your life ascends; Your bent and wrinkled forms remain, And flickering sadly, slowly, go Down to the earth from whence they came. And there in shapeless heaps they lie. The thought to rise, Oh nevermore! While all around them still remain The forms of those who ' ve gone before. Soon skies above shall o ' er them weave A downy robe in crystal dressed; And there beneath, all quiet, still, They slumber on in perfect rest. 98 The Outcasts We are intensely practical. The unordinary, the strange and the weird have little part in our lives. So practical are we that in the ever-swirling, surging maelstrom of everyday life we may brush shoulders with a man day after day, year after year, and yet know very little about him. We never seek to know about his life, for — what practical results could we attain ? The strange stories of the Civil war have never half been told; we have not taken time to tell them. In fact the South is vet the unknown part of our nation. Not long since I spent some months in the southern part of Florida. The little city in which I stayed was like a link uniting the past with the present. Situated on the frontier of the prairie it was naturally the provision station for all that part of the country. Homesteaders would come for forty miles in their schooners to get their provisions there. Great, lanky, sun- burnt fellows they were, with six-shooters in their hip pockets and Winchesters across their arms; rough men, with rough voices, oath- punctuated language and uncouth ways; but yet with generous hearts throbbing under their kaki shirts. Then the cow-boys brought their cattle from the ranches far out on the prairie into the city for shipment. After a hilarious night in town, they would wind their way back, back past the last sign post of twentieth century civilization, back to the depths of the great prairie which bathed itself in the baking rays of a tropical sun; there to bury themselves from the busy world of hustle and bustle, birth and death, invention and destruction, until the next rounding-up day brought the m to town again. North of us stretched orange grove after orange grove: groves which had been planted long before the Civil war; great green patches flecked with yellow, waving in the Gulf breeze and beckoning to the weary pilgrim like oases in a burning desert; beckoning for him to come, rest his weary body and cool his parched tongue, quench his thirst and satisfy his hunger with their golden fruit. And twenty-five miles south of us, rolling in the sunlight, rushing in the storm, bear- ing scores of ships upon her breast, lay the beautiful rippling, treach- erous Gulf of Mexico. Below us also were the Gasparilla Swamps, with their hordes of hissing diamond ' rattlers and moccasins, and scores of tall blue cranes, myriads of ducks, hundreds of sleepy loathsome alligators, dozens of long, bony, gray squirrels, flocks of wild turkeys, and lizards over everything and everywhere. Now and then a deer could be seen bounding from tuft to tuft, or the heavy tread of a black bear could be heard, looking for succulent tubers. Sometimes the yellow gleam of a panther would shoot downward through the limbs of the gigantic live oak, as that animal would nimbly leap among the branches or bury himself behind some solemn festoon of gray moss. If you were in this swamp at night, a myriad of animal voices would assail your ear; for the hum of a million mosquitos, the croak of ten thousand frogs, the harsh notes of the turtle, the rumbling bellow of the alligators, the bark of a fox, and the wavering, pitiful wail of the panther, all blend together in the voluminous vesper anthem of Gasparilla Swamps. Then there was Gasparilla Island nearby. An old man buried a treasure there many years ago, and they have searched for it dili- gently ever since. A legend has been handed down from father to son, telling just where the treasure is buried. Lately a delicate needle, so adjusted as to point downward whenever it was placed over gold, was procured. Strange to say, this needle always tips just at the spot where the legend says the gold is buried. Nobody can live on this island; many have tried to, but were always burned out; something, they say, guards the treasure. On our east side, back of the great prairie, lie the Everglades: hundreds of acres of fertile soil, crossed by none save the dark skinned Seminole, as he tends his traps, or tracks the deer; a wild country, the retreat of outlaws, and the last earthly hunting ground of the once proud followers of the mighty Oceala. All this, food for a hundred romances! Yet nobody cares to write about it; it is not practical. On the outskirts of this little city, so romantically situated, stands an old, dilapidated-looking house. The chance passerby would prob- ably see no house there, for it is built on the corner farthest from the road, in a large lot which is covered with shrubbery. Along the front of the lot are clumps of tall stately bamboo. If you were to open the rickety old gate and step into the narrow winding path, you would be very likely to shiver. Although the hot semi-tropical sun may be beating ever so hard upon the white sand 99 outside in the road, yet inside this vine-tangled lot it is cool and damp, with an uncanny dampness. Should you walk deeper into the tangle, you would notice the coolness deepen and the dampness be- come more uncanny; and suddenly when you found yourself on the edge of a clearing, gazing at a rustic southern house with roomy verandas and climbing vines after the fashion of the old southern plantation mansion, you would feel that you had entered another world. This old house far back in the lot aroused my curiosity, and I made inquiry about its inhabitants. The young men of my acquaintance told me that a Mrs. Higgins with her daughter lived there and that both mother and daughter were insane and never appeared in public except closely veiled. People said that Bob Higgins had been one of the handsomest young men of all that community; his mother died when he was born, leaving him and his father, Old Colonel Higgins , alone. The Colonel owned a fine estate and Bob was his only child. When Bob grew to manhood he was straight as an arrow, with well toughened muscles, a fine pair of brown eyes, and a head of as beautiful brown hair as was ever touched by a comb. He was a good shot, a good singer, liked to dance, and made friends with everyone. When he was twenty-two his father died, leaving him a large estate, some $20,000 in bonds, and consid- erable ready cash. Within three years he had run through with all the money and the greater part of the estate. He would frequently go away on long trips. From one of these trips he returned with a bride. He then settled down in the old home and tried to patch up the estate; but the wild life he had led had so encumbered the prop- erty that nearly all was lost. He kept trying to keep up appearances, however, until the outbreak of the Civil War. This much of the story aroused my curiosity and I determined to visit the old place and see what more I could learn. So one hot Friday afternoon I took my camera and after a roundabout walk came to the side of the Higgins ' lot opposite the road. I crawled through a hole in the fence and began worming my way through the tangle of vines, small trees and bushes. The place was cool and quite restful after my brisk walk in the hot sun, but as I pushed deeper into the vines and bushes I almost began to shiver. It seemed that such a damp, dark, uncanny old spot would be a fit abiding place for haunts , or spirits, if such things exist. Suddenly I was aroused from my musings by coming face to face with a cultured, elderly lady, who was plucking some fruit from a small tree. I immediately doffed my hat, bowed and begged pardon for trespassing upon her premises, adding that the sun was very hot and the shade of her foliage exceedingly inviting. While I was talking I noted that her large black eyes were taking in every detail of my dress, manners and general appearance. When I had finished speaking she said in a soft, gentle voice with a tinge of foreign accent, Our visitors are very rare and I am sure that you are welcome to the shade. I thanked her and said, My name is Francis Blake; to whom, may I ask, am I indebted for this favor? I am Mrs. Higgins, she answered. Mrs. Higgins, said I, I am collecting the biographical sketches of all the confederate officers whose names are marked by valour; will you not tell me the story of yourself and your husband? She was silent for a few moments, and then slowly said, You may come next Sunday afternoon and I will tell you of Mr. Higgins ' life. With eager expectation of an interesting story I walked, on the next Sunday afternoon, up the winding path which led to the old Higgins mansion. Mrs. Higgins herself opened the door at my knock, and bade me enter. I stepped into a typical southern drawing-room. A large fireplace filled one end of the room; the furniture was old and somewhat dilapidated, but still showed the grain of the excellent wood from which it was made. An old piano stood in one corner and near it was a music rack of pure mahogany; the floor which was bare of rugs, was polished until it fairly shone. But what attracted my attention most were the pictures hanging on the walls. Large, almost life-sized portraits of men and women looked down upon us. Stately old gentlemen dressed in frills and ruffles frowned at us; gay winsome young belles smiled; tall handsome young fellows in skin- tight trousers and cocked hats, eyed us haughtily, and two old gen- erals with swords by their sides and spy glasses in their hands glared at me from under their shaggy brows as though fifty years had not slipped quietly by and the blue and gray had not long since been wrapt in rose leaves and folded away in old bureau drawers. So much did the room bespeak the old dignity and honor of the South, so strong was the atmosphere of the past, that it seemed as if I had stepped back fifty years and was a contemptible yank who had come unbidden into a gathering of Rebel nobility. I was ushered back to the twentieth century by Mrs. Higgins, who said, Please be seated, Mr. Blake. For a time we sat in silence, then she said: The time is passing and I suppose I had better begin my story. For a long time I thought 100 I would always keep it a secret, but I am getting old and will soon die; and I feel that it is best to tell it to someone and get advice that will probably be of value to my daughter. I bowed in silence. You will pardon me, Mr. Blake; some of my experiences are very sad to me and to recall them without weeping is almost impossible. MRS. HIGGINS ' STORY. I was born in South America, near Buenos Ayres. My father was a Spanish plantation owner. I do not remember my mother, for she was killed in an accident when I was only a year old. I remember that during my childhood days I was with my father nearly all the time; he seemed to delight in taking me with him wherever he went. I rode with him, drove with him, boated with him, and evenings I would sing out in the cool air, on the broad veranda. When nine o ' clock came, he would pick me up and carry me upstairs to my room; then he would kiss me and say, Run along to bed now, little girl, and be up bright and early tomorrow to go with me over the planta- tion. Sometimes when he bade me goodnight, his voice would be husky, and I could see tears glitter in his eyes. Then I knew that he was thinking of my mother, but he never said anything about her, and I, not knowing what to say, kept silent. I well remember when I left home to go to school. I had cried myself to sleep the night before and when father came upstairs that morning, I begged him to let me stay on the plantation with him. but he was firm and said I must have an education. So I was sent to the city to the Catholic Boarding School for girls. When I had finished at this school, my father sent me abroad to complete my education. He furnished me plenty of money and my chaperon was very lenient, so I had a gay time. I often wondered how I ever remained chaste in the company of my pleasure-seeking associates, for many of them did not seem to value virtue as they should have done; but my thoughts were pure and girlish and I was innocent of the coarser sides of life. After two years of travel and study I came home. I was a full grown woman then and my father was more proud of me than ever. Again we rode, drove and boated together; and in the evenings I would play and sing for him. One day father brought a young man named Higgins home to dinner with him. Mr. Higgins was the handsomest man I had ever seen, with a fine high forehead and broad shoulders. He was well dressed and had a charming way of slurring his r ' s which I liked. After dinner father went to take his noonday siesta, and Mr. Higgins and I went out to sit in the shade of a wide-spreading live oak which stood in front of the house. He told me of his home, and his father ' s death; and before I knew it, I was wonderfully interested in him. He was diiferent from other men. He did not try to flirt with me but seemed very earnest and serious minded. I too was different when I was with him. I do not know just why, but I did not feel as I did when with other men. He remained two weeks and before he went away I had promised to be his wife. I told father about it and he looked very serious and said, ' Daughter, I am afraid this ought not to have been. ' I thought that he only dreaded losing me; but the next day he asked me to drive with him over to the north side of the plantation and on the way he told me the story of my mother. At this moment the door opened behind me; Mrs. Higgins instantly rose and said, Mr. Blake, allow me to introduce my daughter. I turned and started. The daughter was a negress! Recovering myself, I bowed to the younger woman. She was a mulatto with the refined air and gentle voice of the mother. After asking the daughter to remain with us, Mrs. Higgins resumed her story. THE FATHER ' S STORY. When I was sixteen years old my father left Spain, bought this plantation in South America, and came here to live. He bought about fifty slaves with the plantation. Among these was a beautiful octoroon girl. You could never have told by looking at her that she had oven the faintest strain of negro blood running through her veins. She had brown eyes, brown hair and full rosy cheeks. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Not only was she beautiful, but her stately manners and womanly ways betrayed an ancestry of nobility and refinement. I suppose her father had been of some aristocratic family and her mother had been a slave. The more I caw of the girl, the more I admired her, and I began meeting her in secret and soon told her that I loved her. I knew that my father would never consent to my marrying a slave; so we decided to run away and be married and then come home and beg his for- giveness. About that time my father was called back to Spain. On the way his vessel was caught by a storm, and has never been heard from. As soon as the news reached us that the ship was lost, in 101 spite of my mother ' s protest, I married the octoroon girl. That octoroon girl was your mother. For some time we drove in silence. Then father said, ' In the States, where Higgins lives, it would be considered an eternal disgrace for a white man to marry anyone with even the slightest strain of colored blood in her veins; for the least strain of negro blood will sometimes show itself after many generations. Your children may have the full characteristics of the negro race. ' I will tell young Higgins all about it, and will see to it that you are not blamed in the least. I am going to New Orleans in about a month and will take the boat over to Fort Myers and go by stage to see him. ' I knew that when father had decided about anything it was useless to try to change him; and that night I packed some of my clothes in a satchel and slipped from my room. It was damp and dark, but I knew where my pony was kept in the bam and where my saddle hung. Soon T had him out in the road and in a short time we were galloping toward the city. I had heard my father say at noon, that a fruit ship was going to leave Buenos Ayres for New Orleans that morning. I left a note on the dining room table, saying that I had decided to catch the early coach and go to visit some of my boarding school friends. As I had been talking for some time of going to see these girls, I was sure that father would believe what I had written. When I reached the edge of the town I turned my pony around and stalled him for home. I then walked swiftlj toward the harf, ar- riving just in time to board the ship. I told the captain that my mother was very ill in New Orleans and that I must get to her as soon as possible. My good clothes and dignified bearing must have con- vinced him that I was telling the truth, for he gave me the best berth on board and did everything in his power to make the voyage pleasant. In about a week we reached New Orleans. 1 then took a steamer to Fort Myers, and came up to Pampas by stage. One Mon- day evening about dusk, I walked up the same path you walked this afternoon, and knocked at the drawing room out there. A negro slave opened the door. I asked for Mr. Robert Higgins. Bob was greatly surprised to see me. I told him that father and I had had a quarrel and that I had left home. I asked him if he could secure a position for me somewhere here in the States. He said, Yes, Jeannette, I can secure a position for you if you will accept it. We were married that evening. As soon as I could I wrote to father, telling him what I had done and begging him to keep it all secret. The return mail brought me a letter, telling me that he forgave me, that he hoped I was very happy and asked me to bring my husband to visit him. All this I let my husband read; but wrapped inside the letter was a small envelope which I concealed in my dress and read when I was alone. I have kept it until now; here it is, you may see it. I took the old yellow envelope and drew the single slip of paper from it. It was a short, sad message. Oh, my daughter, how you must have suffered ! I do not blame you; the blame is all on me. 1 will keep it a secret and perhaps all will be well. Don ' t forget me, daughter, for you are all I have. Presently Mrs. Higgins continued, I was very happy for some time after my marriage; but as I saw how the people of the States regarded the negro, and especially those of mixed blood, the awful- ness of my sin began to dawn upon me. I worried about it through the day, and dreamed of it by night, I loved my husband dearly, and to know that if my lineage were discovered it would forever disgrace him seemed more than I could bear. I determined that he should never know it. A year passed and daily my burden grew heavier. Then came the news of Fort Sumpter, and Bob left for the front. When he bade me goodbye he said, Jeannette, I have not always been the man I might have been, but I am going to live straight from now on for your sake. If I am killed I shall wait for you until you come. Then he turned and walked down the path out there, never once looking back. I was glad that he was gone. I seemed to know that I would be punished for my sin; but I had prayed so fervently that he would never know, and I felt now that God was answering my prayer. Days passed; letters came — letters full of tender love; and with every letter I wept with fear and remorse and anguish. Then the news came that he had fallen at Mill Springs. I did not weep then. They brought my husband home to me with an ugly wound in his head. They laid his coffin on the table there in the drawing room, and draped the stars and bars over it, so that it hid his wounded brow. When the people were gone I crept to his casket and stood looking down into his face; and I was glad that it was so. We buried him over in the old cemetery by the church. Three weeks after, my daughter was born. I had arranged everything; no- body was present but an old negro nurse who was very fond of me. She was our slave, and when I told her all about my trouble she agreed to help me keep my secret. She died two years after my daughter ' s birth. L02 It was pretty hard to keep the baby out of sight at first, for the Higgins ' had many friends who kept calling on us; but someone start- ed a story that she was born with a deformed head, and that I did not want anyone to see her. I always imagined that my negro nurse was the originator of this story; but I never asked her. When I left the house I wore a black veil and as soon as daughter was old enough to go with me, I had her wear a black veil also. Even though my husband was dead, I felt as though I must preserve his honor. I had planned to go back home with my daughter and live with father, for T was sure he would take us in; but father died suddenly and soon I received a letter from his people, stating that my lineage was known and any attempt on my part to get my father ' s money would be thwarted and my history would be made known to my husband ' s people. There was enough of my husband ' s plantation left to support us, so I decided that we had best stay here. I let the lot grow up in vines and bushes. I even planted vines and shrubbery to make it denser. We shut ourselves back in this wilderness and never left the house unless heavily veiled. I taught my daughter what I could. We have all my father ' s books, so you can see our opportunities for study. We have lived this kind of a life for over thirty years. Oh, 1 have been punished for my sin! But that is not the worst of it: my daughter has been forced to suffer also. God has forgiven my sin and I have borne my punishment unrnur- muringly. I shall soon be gone; but I want my daughter to have her chance in life — that is why I am telling you my story. It had grown dark before she finished and after she was through, we sat for some time in silence; then the daughter noiselessly arose, glided from the room and returned with a lighted candle, which she placed upon the table. Yes, said the mother, I shall soon go, and in the Heaven of the God whom I serve, there is no barrier of race, no octoroon, no mulat- toes; but we shall be all one redeemed people, and I am sure that my husband will understand and that he will love me and we shall dwell together forever. Will we not? I felt her large black eyes again fastened upon me, and I hastened to answer that I was sure that she and her husband would be united again; I could not answer otherwise. After telling her that I would be at her service whenever she needed me, I took my leave. As I walked down the old winding path, an owl suddenly gave forth a grewsome hoot in the tree above me. I shud- dered. I paused at the gate and looked down upon the little city with its electric lights, large department stores and paved streets. I could hear the roar of the mills, the clatter of wagons, the honk of automo- biles, the purring of a launch out on the river; and intermingled with it all, the strains of Dixie, played by the city band out in the park. Before me lay all this; back of me was the dim gloom of ' 61. Before me, surging to and fro in the hustle of the little city, was north and south, east and west, all brushing against each other; they were brothers. Back of me were two beings as cultured and refined as any of the surging crowd in the city streets; yet these two were paying the penalty for violating the demands of society and nature, for transgressing one of the fundamental laws of the universe. P. B. SMITH. ■ C 103 KM The Omen of the New Year Bells J. A. H. The last day of the year! What a dark, gloomy day it had been, with nothing to do but sit, hour after hour, and unwillingly listen to the wind and snow scourging and raging against the coarse structure of the little homestead cabin. A Dakota blizzard, a cold, tempestuous night! Yet how much in harmony with its mood this treachery of nature seemed to a sorrowing heart, a frenzied mind. Ross Lee, with a shiver, rose stiffly from the rude chair in the small one-room hut, stirred the waning fire, and added more fuel. The coals glowed and crackled violently, as if in fierce combat against the deadly cold of the night. Ross drew his chair closer to the stove and sat in sad meditation. I wonder, he thought, how the party will turn out tonight. I wouldn ' t be surprised if Judkins gets lost, as he doesn ' t know this country and its snow storms. Well, I guess, as far as he ' s concerned, no one would care much if he did — the cur! It would be only a proper riddance of him, but — Wilma — Here he hesitated; and then rose again and walking across the room to a small shelf, took from it a picture which he held in his hand before him. He gazed long and earnestly at the proud, beautiful poise of the head and the coquettish features of the face. He shook his head and heaved a deep sigh. To him the picture lived. The dark gold of the hair, the deep blue of the eyes, and the glowing rose color of the face were to him as vivid on the portrait as if the girl herself had been before him. He was suddenly interrupted by a loud shuffling of feet on the steps outside, followed by a sharp rap. Ross placed the picture back and turned quickly — Some one lost, no doubt. He stepped eagerly across the room and threw open the door. Through the darkness of the night and the thick scurry of wind and snow, he could perceive the figure of a man in a heavy fur coat. Hello! who is it ? Hello, Ross, do n ' t you know your nearest neighbor? The man shook the snow from his coat and stepped willingly in toward the fire, while a heavy gust of wind sent a raw chill through the room. So you lost your way, did you? said his host. Lost ? What do you mean ? Just as if I didn ' t know where I was when T am at the house of a friend, where I have been a hundred times. Oh! I thought you were on the way to the party at Nesbeth ' s, and had lost the trail and wandered over here. Yes, I am on the way to Nesbeth ' s, but I ' m not lost — I just thought I ' d come around here and take you along. Ross showed signs of surprise, and then stood with folded arms and gazed down into the fire painfully. Robert La Master looked at his friend as if he were studying him carefully. Come now, old man, show me you ' re game anyway. We can drive around by Scott ' s and get Wilma, if you like. I ' m going to take Miss Hyde. Ross moved uneasily in his chair. I would like to go, Bob; but I can ' t — I just can ' t. La Master drew closer to his friend and laid his hand gently on his shoulder. Ross, there ' s something wrong with you. Why keep a painful secret ? Surely you can confide in a friend ! Ross sat a moment in silent struggle, and then raising his eyes, he said, I suppose I might as well tell you, but — but it hurts mighty much to do it. Still it may make me feel better to open up my heart about it to someone. Well — you know, Wilma and I have — oh — we are — oh, we — well it ' s that — that confounded Judkins that ' s come between us! La Master thought he understood, but he asked, You don ' t mean to say that fop of a Judkins is going to take Miss Scott tonight? Yes, said Ross, his eyes blazing. Why, man, did you ask her? Sure I asked her! I was over there this morning before the storm, and she said she wasn ' t going — that is, at first; but later she said she guessed Judkins would take her. And then without another word she went back into the house and left me standing out in the cold. I tell you, boy, it was pretty tough. I never thought that she had a heart to treat a fellow so. La Master was thoughtful for a moment, and his voice was tender as he said: I ' m sorry, Ross — I ' m sorry. That surely is tough 103 luck. It is really the last thing I expected to see happen. In fact I thought things were pretty well settled between you — having been together so long. Well — they were, but — but you know, Bob, time can bring many changes. She was pretty young when we first met — only sixteen, and she wasn ' t really old enough to know herself. It was only a girlish fancy with her. But now since she has become a woman, she evidently sees her mistake. You see if a girl falls in love — or rather thinks she does — when she is very young, her love either grows and develops with her, or it dies out. Well, hers seemed to have died and I am the unfortunate victim. But I don ' t blame her. Bob, I don ' t blame her a bit — I just blame myself. She told me awhile ago that she couldn ' t seem to care for me as she used to. You see 1 should have let her grow up first. She was so young, and I — well, a younger, jollier fellow would naturally appeal more to a lively girl. But what hurts me most is that it ' s that despicable cad, Judkins, without a shred of character. He stopped suddenly and was silent. La Master rose to his feet, and began to button his overcoat. He looked at his watch. Humph, half past seven! I have been here twenty minutes. I must be going; my horses will get cold out there. Say, better get ready quickly and come along anyway. You can take Miss Hyde ' s guest. Boy, her eyes sparkled like black diamonds when I told her this afternoon that 1 might bring you along. No, Bob, I can ' t. You see I have been just all upset today, and I couldn ' t enjoy myself. Yes, I understand how it is. Well, so long, old man. He gave Ross his hand, and the next moment he was gone, leaving him alone to fight his grief. In the Scott home that day Wilma had been under a double strain of anxiety. She felt vaguely troubled because of her treatment of Ross, and she feared lest the storm would prevent her from attending the party with Judkins. Her mother was aware that some change had come about in her, but she dared not guess what she feared was true. Wilma , she finally asked, what did that young fellow from the store want last night when he was here? Do you mean Mr. Judkins? The new man that works in the store, that everyone talks so about. Now, mother, I don ' t think it ' s nice to bring up such things to me about him. He has shown himself a gentleman in every way. Well, people don ' t seem to admire him or trust him; and I think that he pays you too much attention. I don ' t know that he does, mother. He has only taken me skating a few times and to that party at Hyde ' s, when Ross was away. But he had no reason to come over last night and keep you standing out in the cold for an hour. Why didn ' t he come in? Oh, he only wanted — he just came to ask about the party. But you are not going with him tonight, I hope! I promised him I would. Well, what did you tell Ross this morning when he was here? There was only one thing I could tell him. Of course, you know, I couldn ' t go with two men. But you should have known that Ross would ask you. Yes, I did expect he would. But. T do not understand how you can turn away the man you love for one whom you know so little about. But I don ' t love him. Don ' t love Ross — and you are engaged to him ? Wilma, you frighten me! It is true, mother; I don ' t love him. And you prefer Judkins ? Yes, in a way I do. Ross is so serious — and intense. I respect him and I think that he is very nice; but I have lost the love that I onco thought I had for him. I don ' t understand how any girl could refuse such a man as Ross. He is — Oh, mother, don ' t talk about him any more! I do not iike him and there ' s nothing going to make me like him ! With this she went into the adjoining room, slamming the door behind her. In the evening when Mrs. Scott saw Wilma preparing for the party she said: Surely you are not going tonight? Yes, I am. Why, Wilma, what are you thinking of? The weather is terrible out. That Judkins is not acquainted with this country. He might lose his way and you would freeze. If you were going wtih Ross, I wouldn ' t mind so much, as he — O mother, please don ' t mention Ross to me again. Mr. Judkins is no little boy; he has been at Nesbeth ' s before, and there is no possibility of his getting lost. As the light tinkle of sleigh bells was heard, Wilma ' s heart gave a 106 bound of mingled pleasure and foreboding. Without a word more to her mother she threw on her wraps and went out into the bitter night, where Judkins was awaiting her. He helped her into the cutter and then drove swiftly away. It ' s unfoi-tunate, he said, that we must go right against this terrible wind. But we have just to go down to the corner and t hen we can follow that fence all the way. There is no danger, is there ? Mother was afraid we would get lost. O no — dear; you need have no fear when you are with me. They told me at the store that I would never make it, but I laughed at them. For several miles they drove swiftly on, following the fence as a guide. Confident of their way, they laughed and talked merrily, almost forgetting the cold of the night; but later, when they began to feel the penetrating blast of the storm, they grew coldly quiet. To the horses, too, the cold became almost intolerable. They snorted and shook their heads viciously, and several times attempted to turn about to avoid facing the severe wind. Suddenly Judkins stopped, and peered through the black scurry of snow. Wilma was frightened. What ' s the matter? she asked. Oh, I don ' t see that bloomin ' fence anymore, he muttei-ed. We must have shifted too far to the left. Turning his horses angrily, he drove recklessly to the right but with no discovery of his guide. He stopped again. I don ' t see anything of that fence. Surely we couldn ' t have gone as far out of the way as this. Wilma was silent. It was the silence of fear. She began now to catch a faint glimmer of her mistake. Judkins hesitated. He would not admit that he was lost — in fact he did not really know that he was lost. Well, he said doggedly, we were going straight against that wind, and I guess if we continue to go that way, we can ' t help but come to somewhere near our destination. Jerking the horses cruelly, he gave them a sharp cut with the whip. The frightened beasts gave a savage leap and turned; the cutter tipped. Wilma fell beneath the runner, and Judkins was thrown violently out upon the snow. He sprang for the lines, but missed them. He tried again; again he failed. Then he ran swiftly to grasp a horse by the bridle; but this effort failed also and the terrified ani- mals dashed away into the darkness, dragging the wreck of the cutter behind them. The prostrate man uttered a vile flow of profanity and then turned to look for Wilma. She was lying on the ground where she had fallen. He raised her from the snow. Her head and hands hung limply down. Are you hurt? — There was no answer. Great Heavens! he exclaimed, is she dead? He felt her pulse. There was a faint beat which told that life still lingered. There was only one thing to be done: she must at once be taken to a warm place where she could be cared for. He looked about him. All was darkness; no light could be seen. He now realized for the first time that he was hopelessly lost. He took the almost lifeless form into his arms and started off through the deep snow. He could not discern his whereabouts, and wandered on without the least con- ception as to where he was going, hoping to accidentally come upon some farm-house where they could find shelter. But there was no such good fortune for him. He was fast becoming exhausted from carrying the girl through the snow. At length a cruel, cowardly thought came to him: to save his own life. He could leave her and seek his safety. He rested her upon the snow and, without further regard for her, he went his way — went his way to a tragic end. The cold wind continued to blow, and the snow began to pile around the beautiful form of the abandoned girl. How long she lay, she had no power of knowing. Gradually she recovered from her state of insensibility, and with some difficulty staggered to her feet. She looked about her, frightened. All was black, the merciless wind seemed to drive the snow cuttingly into her face. Where was she ? Suddenly she felt a sharp pain. She raised her hand and found a small wound above the temple; the blood from it had frozen in a clot. A cold shudder ran through her. Then instantly it all came back to her. She glanced around for Judkins, thinking that perhaps he too had been hurt. But there was nothing but snow and darkness every- where. Presently she guessed all. He has gone! He has left me! she cried. Yes, left me alone to freeze. Oh, how could he be such a wretch! Thus stung to activity, she roused in herself enough courage to go on in search of shelter. Darkness and snow surrounded her on all sides. She soon became almost paralyzed with the cold. Her hands and feet were already badly frozen. The wind was keen and cutting, and it pierced her like tiny daggers of frost-tempered ice. Still she plodded on, thinking of her comfortable home, of her mother and of the warning she had uttered. Would she ever see her again ? Oh, that she had taken heed! And Ross — if she had only gone with him — in: such a dastardly act was unthinkable from him. In a flash she saw all the world-wide difference between them. Tears came to her eyes and froze in crystals upon her cheeks. At length, overcome by cold and worn out from the long tramp, she gave up hope and threw her- self down to die. She stared into the darkness and lifted her hands in prayer; but the only answer was a cruel sweep of snowy wind, and she sank down again in despair. Suddenly she perceived a light in the distance. She staggered to her feet and regained power to venture farther. The light proved to come from a homesteader ' s hut but a short distance away. She had only strength enough to take her there; and while the midnight bells from the village nearby were faintly and solemnly ringing, while the old year was dying and the new year was being born — Wilma fainted and fell upon the door step, lifeless, unheeded. Throughout the long hours of the night, the murderous wind played cruelly with the silent form, until its poisoning stings left only a fallen pillar of frozen blood and flesh. Then wrapping its victim in a white, icy crape, the crime-steeped blast uttered a last deathly wail around the corner of the hut and slowly disappeared with the night, leaving the first hours of the morn calm and clear. The moon stole through the torn, racing clouds, and showered its rays over the vast fields of livid white. A few persistent stars peeped out from a sea of moving ice to look upon the new world below. But always as they turned their gaze upon the white mound by the door-step, their light grew faint, like weeping eyes dimmed and shadowed by death- born tears. The morning broke, a world of living jewels. The driving rays of the sun were like threads of light turned to ice. Across the north and south stood huge sundogs — gorgeous rainbows frozen in the sky. A ilight breeze tinged with the sting of arctic ice, moved penetratingly over the vast sheet of crystalline whitness. Far on every side could be seen numerous gray pillars of smoke rising feebly from the chimneys of the scattered prairie houses. Life began to manifest itself. It seemed like the world ' s faint awakening from a cold period of hibernation. Ross Lee did not awake. He had not slept. Throughout the monotonous hours of the night, he had not moved from his place by the fire. He only gazed blaiikly at one murky spot, till his wild imagination could perceive fiery figures in the darkness. He thought of but one thing — thought till he could think no more — Wilma ! And all the night he seemed instinctively aware of an impending shadow — seemed beset with a supernatural consciousness that breathed into his soul the very image of horror. He did not know why, neither could he tell. And thus he sat till the sun streaming in at his little window reminded him that the new day had begun. Then rising, he stirred the starved fire, and took the empty coal- hod to carry in more fuel. The door opened reluctantly, and when it yielded gave a weird shriek. Ross started back in horror — a girl ' s body lay stretched upon his door step, covered with snow ! What could it mean ? Was his torn, wild imagination playing him false ? He looked about him to make sure that he was awake. There could be no mistake: his senses did not betray him. He stood for an instant, dumb and terrified, then knelt down and lifted the form from the snow. He had but to catch a glimpse of the dress, the hair — Wilma ! The sight sent a sickening thud to his heart, and he moaned out hoarsely, My God! How can it be! He took the scarf from her head; brushed back the tangled hair, and looked into her face. The countenance bore no real resemblance to that of the girl he once knew as Wilma; yet it was she, yes, he could not be mistaken. The life- glowing cheeks he had once seen, were now as white as the snow on which they had lain. The deep azure eyes that had often danced and sparkled into his, were changed to icy spheres of pallid blue; and the gleaming tresses of hair, to which he had never found the cor- responding tinge of gold in the western sunset glow, were now tangled and matted with ice and snow. But how came she here ? The thought had not before occurred to him. Suddenly he discerned the clot of blood on her temple, and his own blood turned hot within his veins. That devil of a Judkins — got lost! He stood for a moment trembling with rage; then sank dizzily, overcome. He raised her face again, and madly kissed the frozen lips. It sent a cold shiver through him and chilled his heart. His blood seemed like bitter liquid ice flowing, freezing, through his veins. Suddenly, far in the distance he saw a white, sullen cloud — the messenger of another storm — like a huge, snowy cyclone of sand on a tempestuous desert. A cold wave swept past the hut, and wailed out a wild, weird moan. The sun grew dim; the skies filled with snow; and Ross sat silently upon his door-step, gazing stonily down upon the motionless form before him. ION A Place Among the Hills Jessica L. Lohnge. Houses, houses, houses, houses! Gray and brown roofs, chimneys, gables; Front yards, back yards, gardens, fences, Arbors, bushes, driveways, stables! Every day, from upstairs window, These I see with eyes grown weary; Ever doth the air seem warmer, And the sparrow ' s chirp more cheery. I will be a child of Nature — Flee the city ' s noisy surging; I am tired of life ' s pretensions, Weary of life ' s ceaseless urging. There I ' ll c ross the fields at morning Through the clover bent with dew; Until noon I ' ll gather cowslips, And moist moss and violets blue. Dear old school, you are so tiresome, Though I love you still as ever, And when spring comes, I ' ll desert you For a stream that flows forever: For a place where all is peaceful, ' Mong the hills where I was born; Where the sunset gilds the river. And the sunrise flames at morn. I will seek the cows at evening, When the sun sets o ' er the hills; When the wood is sad and quiet, And some night-thing sweetly trills. There ' ll be days beside the i-iver, Where the white shells glint through sand; Where the waves are fresh and cooling, And the breeze blows o ' er the land. Then in summer, when it ' s hottest, There ' ll be berries ripening fast; Cherries where I climbed and picked them In the days that I thought past. I will rest among the valleys, And the marshy banks of streams, And the hills of sunset glory; Rest in realms of golden dreams. 109 Prohibition Oration THE STUMP. Years ago in the center of grandfather ' s cornfield was a large, old, hickory stump. For years it stood there, tyrant of the field, while grandfather plowed round and round it. Finally, the value of the wasted land, wasted time, and wasted energy dawned upon him; and he dug down; cut the main roots; hitched the team to it and pulled out the old stump, and dragged it from the field. For over two hundred years there has been an old stump in Uncle Sam ' s domain. It has broken the plowshares of his aspirations, bent the open ring of his integrity and splintered the wagon tongue of his righteousness; and yet he keeps plowing around it. From the capitol at Washington this stump has flung out its roots. They reach to the Great Lakes in the North, to the Golden Gate in the West, and to the Keys in the South. Into every class of society: from the rich magnate on the hill to the ignorant immigrant in the slums; from the fashionable society idol to the lewd woman of the red light district; from the college professor to the boot-black — these roots have sent their tendrils, blighting, bewildering, blasting and damning all within their clutches. They find their way into the cir- cles of cultured society, into honest business, into thriving industry, into politics and into the home; and every year gather over 100,000 of our men and boys to send them staggering through life, with hope gone, vision of the future darkened, character ruined, intellect deadened, and manhood trampled under foot. Reelin g — cursing — and weeping they go — on — on — on — down — to their doom. Every year the virtue of thousands of our daughters is shattered on this old stump, and they too go staggering away, and after one long look at the now dimming vision of their womanhood they cover their faces with their hands and join the sad procession of the underworld. When these roots find their way into business they dull the men- tality; introduce graft and deceit, and cause forgery, ruin and suicide. When they creep into the home they drag from its sacred altar the spirit of love and set up in its place the idol of lust. For years they have dominated politics, and those who entered that realm were forced to pay obeisance to the old stump. This stump has hindered the church, outraged society, retarded the school, corrupted business, sullied politics, exalted vice, crushed love and debased virtue. And Uncle Sam keeps plowing around it. Many ways have we tried to rid ourselves of the stump but none have been successful. Several years ago Uncle Sam purchased a new tool called Local Option. With great confidence he began work on the roots but succeeded in cutting only a few. After much expenditure of time, money, and energy, he became disgusted; threw the tool into the fence corner, and there it has remained ever since. Later he pro- cured a very heavy axe called State-wide Prohibition. With this he succeeded in mutilating and to some extent demolishing the great Southern and Western roots. But the old stump remains in the field as before. A long time ago Uncle Sam tried to hide the blackness and the ugliness of the stump. He planted the sunflower of Extensive Em- ployment beside it and said, If I pull out that old stump thousands of men employed in brewing and distilling, in wholesale and retail liquor business, will be thrown out of work. But after some logical thinking he saw that if the stump was pulled up millions of dollars spent for drink would be spent for clothing and food, and this in- creased expenditure would create new industry which would call for more men at better pay; and thus the men now making booze would make more money making boots and clothing. And Uncle Sam uprooted the yellow sunflower of Extensive Employment. Then he twined the morning glory of Ancient Custom around the stump. He said: For years men have taken a social glass. It tightens the bonds of friendship; it brightens dull days and adds a sparkle to the soft music and gay laughter of social gatherings. It is the established medium of good fellowship and if I pull out that stump it will ruin all this. But Common Sense said: Anything that dulls the brain, dims the eye, bioats the face, degrades man- hood and ruins character cannot be a medium of true friendship. And Uncle Sam uprooted the morning glory of Ancient Custom. Then he tried to hide the old stump by planting beside it the crimson rambler of Personal Liberty. He said: If I pull up that stump I will be depriving men of their personal freedom, and what business have I to deprive any man of his private rights? But Ethics said: Uncle Sam, you ' re out of date. Cain said that years ago. You are your brother ' s keeper, and if you place before him anything that binds him to a life of debauchery, viciousness and crime, you are 111 helping wrest his personal liberty from him. And Uncle Sam scratched his head a bit and pulled up the Crimson Rambler. This old stump has remained in our nation long- enough. Too long have we tried to hide it; too long have we chopped at its roots; too long have we plowed around it; it must come out. It is condemned by the press, the pulpit and the school. Seventy-five percent of our idiots came from intemperate parents; and these imbeciles rise up and condemn it. Eighty-five percent of our paupers are penniless because of whisky; and they rise up and condemn it. Ninety percent of our adult criminals committed their crimes while under the influ- ence of liquor; and they condemn it. Our insane asylums, our peni- tentiaries, our reform schools and our criminal courts all condemn the old stump. The broken, deformed children who were cursed by it before they were born condemn it. The souls of still-born babes whose lives it cut off before their birth condemn it. Good society condemns it; efficient business does not countenance it; and God in Heaven says: It cannot enter here. The old stump is condemned; it must come out. I repeat: It must come out. There is another phase of the liquor traffic, however, which pre- sents a far more baffling problem than does the moral issue. Every year over $250,000,000 are poured into the United States Treasury by the liquor traffic. This is an immense sum, a sum so large that Uncle Sam has jealously watched it for years. But while he has watched the two hundred and fifty millions pour into the treasury he has failed to see that six billion dollars are spent to take care of the paupers of liquor, its idiots, its imbeciles, its insane; and to try to confine its criminals. For every dollar turned into the United States Treasury by the liquor traffic, over twenty-two are spent to take care of its wreck and ruin. There stands that old stump drawing from our nation every year over six billion dollars! And yet Uncle Sam keeps plowing around it. You may say: Well, are we not ridding ourselves of this evil slowly but surely by state-wide prohibition? That is the most fatal mistake we can make. Years ago a tidal wave of state-wide prohibition swept over our country, but we left the old stump stand- ing. The wave subsided — and state after state slipped back into the clutches of the traffic. But granted that in time our nation will be freed of this evil by state-wide prohibition — do you not know that while this slow process is consummating thousands of men and boys will be debauched; thousands of girls will be ruined, and countless homes will be broken ? And more than all this : the unborn boys and girls who are to build the America of tomorrow will be cursed by it. No ! A thousand times, No ! We cannot wait for state-wide prohibi- tion; it costs too much — too much money, too much flesh and blood, too many tears, too many heart-aches, and too many souls. WE MUST GET OUR EYES OFF STATE-WIDE PROHIBITION AND WITH CONCENTRATED EFFORT AND UNITED FORCES WE MUST WORK FOR NOTHING LESS THAN NATION-WIDE PRO- HIBITION. When the yoke of British tyranny was bearing down upon us we rose up and together we threw it off. When the shackles of slavery threatened to bind us to the post of barbarism we again rose up and we threw them off. A more terrible tyranny than British oppression is now upon us: are we not strong enough to cast it off ? A greater evil than negro slavery is sapping the virility from our nation: shall we not prove ourselves men enough to overcome it ? Does not the same fighting blood that trickled down the slopes at Bunker Hill and that reddened the waters of Stone River still surge through our veins ? Are we not Americans ? Let us awake. We can pull up that stump, and we are going to do it. When America says that the stump at Washington must come out, there will be a race between the elephant and the donkey to see which shall be the first to hitch himself to it. I appeal to each and all. Because your state is free from the traffic, do not therefore stop the fight. Let not state boundaries bar your vision ! Think not that your boys and girls are free from temp- tation; but behold the boys and girls of your sister states who are still being tempted to sin. Think, I beg of you, of the race that is destined to bear the Stars and Stripes tomorrow; and for the sake of our boys and girls and for the sake of the unborn generations upon whom will rest the fate of the America of tomorrow, let us work together with one aim — one single purpose — and America will be cleared of this stain. The stump must come out, roots and all; it must come out! America, with her aspirations, her high ideals and her unlimited possibilities, must be free. P. B. SMITH. 112 License or Liberty From the vaulted hights of the azure sky, from the unfathomable depths of the sounding sea, as it beats majestically on the rock-bound shores of a continent; from the kingly-pillared aisles of the primeval forest; from the seething turmoil of the sordid city; from the mighty rushing of rivers to the enfolding arms of the measureless ocean, from the heart of all nature, as well as from the oppressed souls of downtrodden humanity, rises the cry — the craving — for Personal Liberty. Liberty, that fair goddess who sits enthroned in the heart of every true man, is the heart expression of every soul: Liberty, ineffable, ethereal spirit pervading all nature, is the supreme gift of God to man. It is the one inalienable right; the precious treasure for which a man would and should die; the imperishable faculty; the longed-for, blood-bought boon of countless armies of heroic patriots throughout the varying vicissitudes of the unnumbered centuries. It is the quality of man which can not be removed or altered, the divine right conferred by the Eternal. Just as Nature, wild and free, changes her mood from hour to hour — now delighting the exultant earth with the pleasant warmth of the sunshine, and then, with the swift passing of a moment, plunging the affrighted landscape into the black terrors of the frightful tempest — just as freedom is the domi- nant characteristic of nature, even so has God conferred upon his noblest creature, man, the divine right of liberty. Freedom of con- science, independence of action, untrammelled thought, are the in- contestable and immortal rights of man. Taxation without representation is tyranny was the cry of our hearts when we parted from England. Liberty, equality, fra- ternity! was the slogan of the downtrodden French when in surging mobs they overthrew the autocracy of their king. Rivers of blood have been shed, and tears of millions have swelled the flood; until at last the storm-beaten but still staunch barque of Liberty, floating on the swift current of the river of tears and blood, has come to anchor in the peaceful harbor of the triumph of an ideal. But now this inherent right of mankind is threatened. A tempest is at hand. Our thirsty millions who love their liberty and their liquor see a dastardly horde of fanatical reformers — a brainless throng of short-haired women and long-haired men, claiming to have the welfare of their fellowman at heart — parading up and down our peaceful land and preaching the abolition of their dearest pos- session, their personal liberty — their liquor. They would make men shut up a shop that was patronized by Noah of Old! They would destroy a business legalized and licensed by the congress of the nation. They would cause the loss of thousands of dollars of revenue annually accruing from this source. With illogical statements evolved from the frenzied delusions of unbalanced brains and easily overthrown by the most unreasoning mind, they are upsetting the established notions of the drinking masses on this much discussed question and converting many to their cause. They are scattering- broadcast the slave-bound doctrine of prohibition. They would remove from man the right to choose his soul ' s damnation. They would prevent him from being the arbiter of Iris ruined destiny. They would shield him from the velvet slopes of ruin and make easier the upward climb to God. They would forbid his taking the fatal drink when he so desired. They would deprive him of his natural right to beat his own wife and starve his own children. They would inhibit his regal power as head of the family, his privilege to drag his loved ones after him into the abyss of infamy and sin. They would deny the legalized liquor traffic, with all its attendant evils, its life, liberty, and the pursuit of pecuniary happiness which it a; present enjoys. They would deprive the legalized monster of its right to damn its patrons body and soul. They would shut the broadest and easiest gate to hell. Liberty to spend eternity wherever he desires would be denied to man. With his personal liberty, his privilege of free moral agency removed, man would become but a puppet, a tool in the hands of the morality-bound law. This argument of personal liberty seems threadbare and the fierce demon of licensed crime peers darkly through the ragged rifts of the age-old fabric; but the eyes of the drinking masses are blinded and they can not see his leering glare. They see only the glorious doctrine of the divine rights of man. We are not here to discuss the effects of alcohol. We know it is harmful, a narcotic, a poison. It has been proved so by hundreds of reputable scientists. We are here to ask in the name of the thirsty millions who cherish the noble right of drugging their bodies and poisoning their souls: Is alcoholism the only evil habit of mankind? Can all the dire calamities of men be laid at its door ? Should it be abolished rather than some other vice ? Why not then institute a nation-wide campaign against eating pie, or again st wearing hats because they hurt the hair ? Again I say, we are not here to discuss the effects of alcohol. We might eloquently and convincingly descant 113 114 on the deleterious influence of tea, coffee, soda-water, Pain Killer, or Lydia Pinkham ' s Pink Pills. We might show that a piece of pumpkin, indulged in at the witching hour of midnight by the average weak- stomached individual, would be more productive of evil results than several glasses of light wine or sweet beer. Indeed these would rather stimulate than harm, inducing soft and dreamless slumber, while the pie would lie like a sodden weight, the cause of the nameless terrors of nightmare and indigestion. More people die annually from dyspepsia, superinduced by riotous indulgence in rich and indigesti- ble compounds, such as mince-pie, lobster, or welsh-rabbit than liquor has ever killed — s aying nothing about the liquor by which the indi- gestible viands were copiously washed down. Many more graves are filled by the ignorant victims of the patent-medicine bottle and the cure-all nostrum — both usually containing from twenty to ninety per cent of alcohol — than by rum marching under its own colors. To be sure no death is ever recorded as resulting from alcoholism unless the victim died of delirium tremens in a charity hospital. The doctors are too charitable for that; but the thirsty millions are not hyper- critical in scrutinizing statistics. Moderation in all things, reason of thought, self-control — in talk but never in practice — these should be the ruling forces in the life of every man. Let us educate our citizens to this end. Inform them of the dangers of excess and the blessings of temperance, and drinking to excess with all its unspeakable evils will stop at once — thus saith strong human nature! The liquor man ' s sense, license to do what he pleases, can be trusted not to injure his fellowman. All things work for good to man if taken in moderation, and each man shall judge for himself whether moderation means a glass or a gallon. By a persistent policy of education and practice the human stomach can be enlarged in size and strength to almost equal that of a horse or a hippopotamus, and will contain unbelievable quantities of liquor without inflicting any visible effects upon the unfortunate deluded individual. This is moderation, temperance truly defined, a pro- gressive state of higher morality. Too much of any one thing, if your organs are not educated to contain it, is injurious of course. Bread is the staff of life, but indulged in to the extent of say ten loaves a day it would become a curse, producing illness and pain. By analogy, alcohol follows the same rule. Never drink enough to make you feel really sick, and no trouble will ensue. The Scriptures enjoin us to temperance in all things, but there is no word of prohibition in the holy word. The student of the Bible will search the ten commandments in vain for the stern dictum, Thou shalt not drink. It is not there. Noah was the first temperance man. He planted the first vineyard and made the first wine. He did the first testing too; and the poor old patriarch got drunk, really dead-drunk, and lay in his shame all day within his tent. But be- cause Paul, in an age when civilization was too crude to have knowl- edge of our refined and destructive fire-water, sanctioned the use of a little wine for the sake of man ' s stomach, have we a right still to follow this dictum in our advanced age of culture and civilization ? Prohibition where tried has proved a pitiful failure. Incontrove rti- ble statistics show that it dees not prohibit. Like many other laws on our statute books it fails to change men into angels. Soon no doubt we shall be asked to repeal the laws against stealing and mur- der because they do not prohibit or keep men from these recognized crimes, often committed under the influence of intoxicants. There are 150 saloons in the city of Atlanta, Ga., selling near beer , and it is so near that a chemical analysis could not detect the difference and every public official in the city of Atlanta is cognizant of the fact. Of course all the liquor of the entire 150 added together would not be enough to stock one saloon in New York City, but the figures seem appalling. The law is also violated with impunity in Maine, where they have a government license to every 154 voters. True these are drug-stores and sell only on doctor ' s prescription. Conditions are infinitely better than under license and Maine ' s children have never enjoyed the edifying spectacle of a drunken man, but the statistics are startling for all that. From the ethical, the biblical, the mate- rial, and particularly from the saloon-keeper ' s standpoint prohibition wherever tried is a stupendous failure. Why should we try to curb the unalienable I ' ight of man to make of himself a beast ? Why endeavor to deprive the individual of his sacred liberty to abuse his wife and neglect his children ? Why be- come a race of slaves to law and order ? Martyrs to the inspiration of an ideal, we have driven slavery from our fair land, at terrible cost of money and lives. Why become once more the victims of its galling bonds ? Prohibition, the dawn of a wider civic Liberty, would deprive us of license; it would forge for us chains anew, to draw us to the Light. Let us exert our right of personal Liberty, of free choice, and remain for the ages of the future in the infinite night of iniquity. W. F. P. 115 SOME CHEMISTRY STUDENTS. 116 117 Senior Limericks There was a staid senior named Clint; Tis Bushey I mean by this hint: As a plumber he worked. And never he shirked, So now his whole name is in print. There was a young senior named Ruth. Though a Thalo, a lover of Truth; A lot she knew well, But she never would tell. So modest her innocent youth. There was a young Leslie, ne Brooke, Who wasn ' t as slow as his look; It ' s his purpose to tie Up with some other Guy, And to seek in far missions a nook. There was also a lassie called Lonny; She ' s as sweet and demure as she ' s bonny; She has everything Pat, Lessons, boys, and all that — But she ' s bound for Korea, is Lonny. There ' s a maiden both buxom and clever, Helen Smith will her name be forever; She eschews all the boys, With their fussing and noise; She likes them — but marry one ? — Never ! There was a young chemist called Barney, His photography ' s equal to blarney; His laundry ' s most clean, And his sketches are seen In the Gem, whose staff artist is Barney. There was a young Smith called P. B., As an orator highly ranks he; His voice rings out clear As his bell on the ear, And Glad is Gladys Gladvs ' s his Gladys glad is to be. Gladys- There was a young Williams named Bob; Though a Senior, he sure was no slob: When looking for style, Why Bob — I should smile — His clothes will secure him a .iob. Another sweet senior was ' Trix, Who can cut up and jolly like six: In young Stephenson A prize she has won; He surely is in a Grave(s) fix. Gladys also belonged to the class; In Ethics young Schlarb she did pass; She twice did recite, Doc Wray thought her bright And Henry was humbled, alas! There was a young Patty named Warner, Who was like the renowned Jacky Horner; But learning ' s his pie; What a smart boy am I ! Quoth he from his highly-bred corner. Ther ' was a new Solon named Glen, Young wiseacre, pert as a wren; He talked all the while, And it made the folks smile; He said nothing again and again. The last is our president, N. E. A jolly old plutocrat, he, The seniors he ' ll treat; He ' s a man hard to beat, And closes the list, don ' t you see ? ANNO N. YMOS. lis Monday Morning Chapel 0 WAD SOME POWER THE GIFTIE GIE US TO SEE OURSELVES AS ITHERS SEE US. Dr. Vayhinger: Get quiet please, so I can announce the hymn! Let us sing number ninety-two. (Sing) Prof. Gowan (Interrupting singing): Be careful of the time in the second measure — now, all together. Dr. Vayhinger: Times are extremely pressing on the school. Water and lights cost money, so when you waste the water or burn the lights in the gym you are burning money. Now I won ' t need to men- tion this again. Each one appoint himself a detective. Any further announcements ? Oh, yes, one of the janitors has informed me that one of the young men stood under the shower bath yesterday for forty-five minutes. Now this is unnecessary even for sanitary rea- sons. And last evening as I was coming up the walk at a quarter of eleven all the lights were burning in the Music Hall and the Administration building. There ' s a leak in the institution! Let ' s be honest and remember we are making reputations here! This applies to the dining hall dishes also. Mrs. Giles reports that they are being seriously hampered in their work. These must be brought in. A word to the wise is sufficient. Prof. Draper: Chapel attendance for yesterday: College — Academy— Jos. P. Arbona: G-22-2T. Dean Ayres: This doesn ' t directly concern the school, but the church has appointed me steward of this end of town. We ' re farther behind with church dues than ever before. Please make this a matter of conscience, and turn your money in to myself, or the ladies to Miss Ne ff and the gentlemen to Basil Osborne. If you don ' t know your exact standing, see Mrs. Abbey; she is recording secretary. Now make this a matter of conscience ! Prof. Westlake (Feet properly wound, and forefingers and thumb in vest armhole): The orCHEStro will not meet tonight, but Wednes- day evening instead. Miss Phillips will give a recital Friday, assisted by . Prof. Peavy (Raising hand): How many here believe in athletics? (Many hands are waved frantically). All those who do be at tennis courts at four-thirty to help roll the courts. Prof. Cobb: Expression I class meet in Room 12 for their test. All those having books or readings belonging to me, please BRING .THEM IN this term. Prof. Shaw: In this time of the world-war we should share the burdens of those in distress. The condition in Roumania and Servia is distressing. Let ' s share each otner ' s burdens. ' Lhose visaing to contribute to the war sufferers ' fund, please see me and I will for- ward it with the amount I have on hand. Prof. Munro: Books for English VI have arrived at the book store. Prof. Smith: History XI will not meet tomorrow evening at four- thirty, because of personal reasons. Profs. Wray and Ridout (rising) (Prof. Ridout sits): This is the last day of grace for those wishing to take Bible tests. I ' ll put questions on the board in my room. Place papers on desk and I ' ll get ' em. Prof. Ridout (Adjusting glasses and with proper heel and toe motion) : On those slips of paper you received on entering chapel this morning, please place names of five of your friends who might be interested in buying Taylor bonds. One more thing while I ' m on my feet: The T. U. Improvement Association meets this evening. AH householders are requested to be present. We want to clean up this addition. I ' d like to see Don Cooke and Marie Gibbs immediately after Chapel in the Commercial Room. Prof. Olmsted: The oratorio chorus will meet tonight at six- thirty. EVERY MEMBER BE SURE TO BE PRESENT. Prof. Theobald: Robert Williams has lost his shorthand book. If anyone finds this please return, as he is badly in need of it. Prof. Miller: All young ladies remain a few minutes after Chapel. Prof. Fales: Mrs. Shilling has requested me to state that the Art class for Friday evening will meet at her home. (NOISE)— McNulty leaves chapel. Profs. Jackson, Harder, Habermann, and Cnossen refuseth to speak. Mr. Pickett: Dr. Vayhinger, may I make an announcement? The Mandolin Club will give a recital Wednesday evening in this room. Mr. Patterson: Dr. Vayhinger, may I make an announcement? All students who are doing writing for the Gem, please have their write-ups in by June 15th, WITHOUT FAIL. Dean Ayres: Yes. (Universal hand-clapping.) 119 Prof. Zimmermann: Every member of my Advanced Composition class please see me today. Be sure and do this. I want to see a moment after Chapel, Mr. Harm, Mr. Wilcox and Marie Gibbs. And — oh, yes, all those having books belonging to my English Department get them in. A carpenter can ' t work without his tools. Students of this school I am sure are not intentionally dishonest. But if we don ' t get some results soon, we ' ll have to institute a search of the rooms. Announcements from this platform seemingly go in one ear and out the other. Now get this. (P. B. leaves.) Dr. Vayhinger looks around for someone to lead Chapel. Dr. Wray, will you lead Chapel? Prof. Wray (Crossing platform in two steps): We haven ' t much time left — so many announcements. I ' ll not start in on a text, but read the 23rd Psalm. (Bell rings.) Prof. Wray exhorts on Psalm for fifteen minutes. Prof. Gowan sounds chord and boys march (?) from chapel to the strains of that old familiar standby, Niagara . BEAUTRIX GRAVES. lL ' O A Substitute for Oleo-Margarine Ole-o-mar-gar-ine Is a thing that ' s always seen On the menu of the T. U. dining hall. We eat it on our bread, And it makes a lardy spread When we ' re hungry and we ' re round the tables all. In looks it ' s sort of yellow, And it kind of fools a fellow, For it makes believe it ' s butter, true and grand; But when he has a sample The fact is plainly ample That ' tis not the good, old, home-made Jersey brand. It takes the butter ' s place, And, lest we incur disgrace, Just for courtesy we call it by that na me; For we all must be polite, Even though it isn ' t right — But for etiquette we do it just the same. At every meal ' twas there, On the regular bill of fare — Not a change there was, but always margarine; And the students with a mope Gave up their every hope For the butter true to come upon the scene. But Mr. Birmingham, A truly tactful man, Thought a change, to all, would be a special treat; And to demonstrate his wit. Or to make a general hit, He set about to plan his clever feat. At the closing of the week He worked it pretty sleek, When he saw the Oleo was running low; With a twinkle in his eye He neglected its supply — It just slipped his mind to order more, you know. When ma discovered it She nearly had a fit, For ' twas not a place where she could really laugh! ' Twas too late to order more, And what she had in store Wouldn ' t serve until the Sabbath day was past. The problem then was solved When she at last resolved She ' d order something, but she kept it mighty mute; Nobody knew just what, For they nearly had forgot That there really was a dandy substitute. The Sabbath day dawned bright, And it was a glorious sight: Each came to breakfast with his face a perfect beam; But their smile was something more, And it turned into a roar When they saw what took the place of Margarine! ' Twas real, rich, Jersey butter! And there was a general flutter! Why, it ' s like the kind that mother used to make! Those already there, begin Before the rest come in; For it seemed that they could scarcely longer wait. Their appetites were live, And there was a sudden dive; The butter plate was madly in demand. They reached across the table, Where they really were not able To make the butter come at their command. The butter went around Near at a single bound; The butter knives, as useless, were rejected. For when the hungry bunch Wished to take some all at once What better form from them could be expected ? 121 All food was buttered nicely Though not all was done precisely, And some perhaps was badly out of place; Potatoes, bread and meat All got their special treat, And some fellows even spread it on their face. There was a busy bustle, And the waiters had to hustle Just to keep the butter dishes well supplied; And when the butter came It didn ' t long remain, For the students met it with a greedy dive. With knives and forks they jabbed. And cups and spoons they grabbed; Everybody scrambled hard to get Iris share; And the ones who got defeated Thought that they ' d been badly cheated. And they didn ' t think the game was really fair. The waiters had no rest, And at last they thought it best To give each one a special butter plate; So no one ' d have to sputter For the want of plenty butter. And ' twould greatly aid the ones who had to wait. At last the feast had ceased When the hunger was appeased, And they left the table, feeling quite content. And when the next meal came Their appetites were tame, And they moderated down to common sense. Good things won ' t always stay, But they quickly pass away When the novelty is still a pleasant dream; And when two days had past The butter saw its last, And we ' ve — settled — down — again to — margarine ! J. A. H. 122 Slang Slang, according to my dictionary, is low, vulgar, unauthorized lan- guage; popular cant; or jargon of some particular class in society. Slang expressions usually originate from the lower class of society and are accepted by a certain social class — a smart set ' — which starts them going; then the other classes of society take them up. Most slang is catchy and novel; some is vulgar and coarse; none can be refined or elegant. All dignity flees at the approach of slang. But humanity has a love for imitating and for novelty; it accepts slang expressions for the same reason that it takes in all the freaks of fashion that are invented, and for its terse, vivid expressiveness. Slang has existed through all ages. It dates through the centuries to Shakespeare ' s time. (Shakespeare himself uses slang that was popu- lar in his day.) It existed in the time of Caesar and Cicero; and no doubt Adam and Eve chewed the rag at the beginning of creation, and when Abel tried to put one over on his brother, Cain slugged him one in the belfry with a beam. In the more modern languages, idioms are generally slang expres- sions that have become so common and so necessary for expressing certain meanings or shades of meanings that can be expressed ad- vantageously and forcefully in no other way, that they have grad- ually been accepted as a part of the language. The nature of the idioms that enrich all languages proves that they have been growing gradually for many centuries. A large part of the American language consist;, ot either slang words or plvrases, or expressions that once were slang. It is because of this one use that slang has its greatest value, indeed its excuse for existing. There are several different degrees, grades, shades, and types of slang. There are expressions made to fit any and every walk of life. Whether a man walks the chalk, or hits the pike; whether he travels or goes somewhere; whether he chooses to gad the streets, ' or says the long, long road for mine, there is that subtle language to express it. No matter what a man ' s politics, whether elephant or bull-moose, he may be a big gun or a big stick, according to the name that strikes him as the most classy. From the time a man is first able to set up a howl and yell bloody murder till the time he is ready to pass in his checks and kick the bucket, he can find language in his slang vocabulary fitting for every occasion. A guy may be a gink who carries himself pretty straight, or he may be a rake who ought to be beat up on. A good sport is usually a faker, and the guy who is bound to be the whole cheese can ' t expect to be the whole cabbage. A girl may be a daisy or a peach; a stunner or a winner. If she cuts a sharp figure in the comedy stunt she is a star. And when a guy calls anyone a prince, he may mean he is the candy kid. It happens frequently that, in the subtle language of the gutter, seme perfectly good piker gets stewed, and then he is up against it for dear life. So long as there is a jitney in his jeans pocket, he is likely to rush the can. Have one on me, pard, he is liable to say; you need an eye-opener. What you take me for? says Pard; here comes the cop; you ' ll get pinched. I ' m gonna beat it while times is good. And then he starts to make tracks, for fear he should get balled up — and perhaps bawled out! You get my goat, says the piker; cheer up; its only nine bells. I ' m going in for a good time. No cop cant run me in! After this the piker has a nice spree and Mows in his cash till he is broke; later comes dismal daylight and the big head. But all species of humanity do not kill time thusly. Some prefer not to start something for fear of losing their head. Others desire to make good. The stickler knows that if he should get in bad it might be a dead give away, and this would shock his modesty. This type is continually on its guard, so there is no use to spring anything. Excuse me! says this species; I ' m onto your tricks; in other words, 1 got wise. What do you think a man is, a geese? Nix, kiddo; not on your tintype. We don ' t wanta get queered. This species sometimes puts up at colleges, if it has the necessary dough. Some get jobs and get busy earning a few bucks; others say, Nothin ' doin ' ; I ' m off of the workin ' stunt. The college guy gets his foot in it chiefly for three different reasons; namely, for gadding the streets, for wind-jamming, and for making use of his S. P. ' s. If he cuts class he is sure to get deaned, and then they have him up on the carpet. There are two things that pester college ginks in every- day life — P. T. and the exams. Hi, old fellow! yells a Freshie to a Sophie, What ' s up? What you pullin ' such a long face about? Sophie: Been crammin ' for the trig. exam. I bet I flunk. Freshie: What do you know about that? Thought you were such a mathematics shark! ' Shark ' is right! Well you have my sympathy. Maybe you ' ll pull through. The prof generally lets ' em down easy. So long; I got to be travel- ing. 123 124 When two girls meet on the campus: Hello sweetie, says one. Hi, Kidder, vociferates the other; goin ' to P. T. ? Sure; don ' t you see I got on my togs? Where you makin ' for? Gym. Physical torture, huh! Well, I should smile. Say, I bet my hair ' s a sight. I know I ' m scary looking. O no! it looks swell, love. Your style is up to date; it ' s all the go. Well, look at that guy rubber; cheese it, you crook; cut it out. He ' s in the wrong pew if he thinks I ' m going to come across after I told him I was peeved. Hasn ' t he got nerve? 0 he ' s always trying to butt in and say something. I should worry; I tell him to ring off. 0 I just con- sider the source. Well, it gets on my nerves; I give him the cold shoulder. 0 for John ' s sake! There goes that bell; now wouldn ' t that jar yuh! When a guy comes to the table he prepares to manipulate his wor- ries, but keeps up a confiab between times. Gimme the spuds! yells one as he grabs his weapons. Right this way with the punk. I ' ll have the strawberry jam. Out some murphies. Would you please be so kind as to hand me the essence of cow? Pour me some H20. Pass the essence of sweetness! Hey, waiter! You takin ' a vacation ? Let ' s have the hundred twenty. This kind oi table talk does not occur everywhere, but chiefly in din(n)ing halls. The common type has more class to it, and unless some one is caught napping, no such talk is on the program — at least not so you could notice it. Me for politics, says the host, just to start something. And I ' d give a ten spot to see T. R. get skinned. Same here, says the hostess; I ' m with you, brother. Nothin ' in it, growls the guest of honor; 1 wouldn ' t stick up for any such crooked business. You ' re all right, says the host. Brown is my man; but of course it ' s up to you to say your say if you ' re a mind to. Say, take it from me, I thought that was some sermon Jank preached last night, wasn ' t it? I say it was, it made me sit up an ' take notice. That preacher is the limit. He knows what he ' s up to, all right. He soon had me on the fence. What you after? asks one; you better look sharp, you ' ll get roped in. That dope he ' s givin ' us is hot stuff, and he goes at it in a slipshod manner that is liable to give you a close call unless you have a tin ear. That ' s all gog about the profs letting us off from class, isn ' t it? They want us to get all that ' s comin ' to us. I ' m all in; I been on the go all day. I guess I ' ll go home after supper and hit the hay. Some folks use a different kind of slang when they gab. The folks I ' m a talkin ' about are those who suspicion anyone who gets en- thused over fine talk. They are the old fogies who won ' t be bulldozed into using modern lingo. Says one fogy — I been chasing around till I ' m nearly laid up with the grip. I can ' t hardly get around. I tell you, I ' m about on my last pegs. Says the other fogy, I been takin ' it easy myself lately. I can ' t hardly drag. Maybe I ' ll come out on top, but it ' s a long way to Tipperary. I s ' pose, ventures the first fogy, that if yuh hadn ' t a been too slow to ketch a cold, yuh ' d a ketched the consumption afore this. Well, I must get on home, says the other fogy. I made the kids hike on ahead. Say, says a third party, I got awful tickled this afternoon. I saw something that took the cake. I went to get on the car at Marion, and just as I came up, a woman who was sort o ' dolled up — as they say — and dark complected, you know, went to get off. I always hate to see anyone put it on so, anyway. I like to see ' em come down a notch or two. They gimme a pain. Well, sir, I ' ll be cow switched if that woman ' s feet didn ' t fly right out from under her, and she landed on the lower shelf. I tried not to let on, but some ornery kid says ' save the pieces, ' and then I snorted right out. Whoever said it was meaner ' n dirt. ' What ' s the excitement? ' says another kid. ' Why, says the first, ' she ' s tryin ' to come off her perch! ' If I ' d been that woman, I ' d flew off the handle and a told them kids to git, and I ' d a made ' em meander, too! They ' d a found out who ' s boss. Come here once, madam, ' says the conductor, solemnly, as he picks up some queer looking objects and hands ' em to her. ' Thanks, ' says the woman. ' Don ' t mention it, ' says the conductor, ' Keep the change. ' He knew she felt awful cheap. And I ' ll eat my hat if there weren ' t her two shoe heels; the bloomin ' things had come clean plum off. It gimme such a jar I could hardly hold in, but I managed to settle my- self. I kept my eye peel ed to see where she went to. but she started to walk up a little, with her shoe heels in her hand, and I lost her. You don ' t say, that ' s the extension on the limit, says first fogy. Wasn ' t that mortifyin ' ? Says second fogy, Well I should snick- erty grin. Lemme show you what a bargain I got in Marion the other day, says F. Fogy. There ! hain ' t that cute ? It ain ' t nothin ' expensive, but it fills the bill. I won ' t kick about it, at that price. Say, I want to put a little bug in your ear. If you go to that Jew store you can get things coming your way if you use gumption; just let the clerk get wind you don ' t intend to buy, and then stick to it. Pretty soon he ' ll make it over to you at rock bottom price. O I ' m game! ' Third Party: I ' ve gone bughouse over them waists they have there! Ain ' t they simply killing? — ' perfectly dear, ' as the shop girls call ' em. They ' re beauts. Well, I must begin to navigate. I ' m nearly done for. My health ' s in a bad fix. My health is in a terrible shape, too. I ' m nearly done up, myself. Well, come back up 125 again — when you can stay longer. This type of slang is more widely in use than the other types, because it is composed of expressions that are older and have become fixed from constant use. In the factory is probably to be found the most dangerous and vulgar type of slang. Everybody ' s doin ' it here, chiefly because the inmates are rummy in the dome. A boob may stick around there with bats in his belfry, rats in his garret, or bugs in his bonnet, and not get canned so long as he doesn ' t go dippy or crazy with the heat. If he does, he ' s a goner. They tap him on the cheek, and tell him to go lay down; or he is even likely to get nudged on the bean. This settles his hash, and they get some one who is on the .iob. This applies to girls also. 0 you kid! says one girl. He ' s the guy all right! I got a date with him. That Jane with the golden haid would like to make a hit, but nothin ' stirrin ' for her, believe me! Say, I heard you got stung last night? Nuff sed, says the other girl; you keep mum, will you? I don ' t want ' em to rub it in. I knew he was faking me when he tried to make a date. ' Aw come off! ' I says: ' cut the comedy. Who do yuh think this is? Didn ' t I tell you I was sore at yuh ? You ' re kidding, anyhow. ' ' No, ' he says, ' I ' m on the square. Come on! Have a heart! Wanna see the Red Hand at the Luna-lite? ' I would have told him to mind his own biz, only I wanted to take in the show, and I only had two bits. ' Good night! ' I says: ' when does it come off? ' ' It ' s to be pulled off tonight, ' says that crook; ' wanta see it? ' I sure do, ' I says; ' I ' m on. ' ' And you ' re not tiffed at me? ' ' Forget it, kid, ' I says; ' I was peeved, because you got gay the other day, but I give up the game. You get me ? That ' s straight goods. ' Here ' s hoping, ' says the guy; ' Well so long, see you later. ' I had to hump myself to keep from saying ' You ' re off! You can ' t get anything on me, ' cause I ' m next. ' I put on my glad rags that night, but he never showed up. well ! Ich gebibble ! If he doesn ' t like the way I do he can lump it. He ' s daffy about that new girl, and I ' d like to tell him to go to it. I had some grand time last night anyhow. If he tries to make a date again, I ' ll say ' For the love o ' Mike! Who are you? Get a brick; no more nonsense for mine! Cheese it! ' I ' d like to see Charley paste ' im one, says the other girl. Here too, says the second girl. He ' ll get in a scrape yet. Listen!!! what ' s that racket? Search me! says First Girl; sounds like someone tryin ' to sing. Kill it! Don ' t let it suffer! Tell him to shut his fly trap. Who ' s doin ' this? says Charley, appearing on the scene. You sounded like a tin Lizzy, boldly exclaims the sec- ond girl; that ' s the kind of a racket my cousin ' s uncle ' s Ford makes. Is that the how! exclaims Charley, chagrined not at all; want me to clean up on the whole works of yuh? This joint is fierce, says girl number one. I ' m up a stump to know how to get away from here. Says Charley, You in the dumps too ? Listen, now. That makes it nice! There ' s two of us. Say, must be nearly time for that whistle. What time is it by your turnip, Charley. It ' s no turnip. I got a new Waterbury. It ' s a humdinger, too ! What did it spend you? Ten bones. Mamma! Fan me with a brick! It must be a dinger! I bet it cost about two. How are you! It spent me ten wagon wheels ! Just then the whistle blew. These are the chief types of slang. There are certain expressions that go with nearly every occupation, sport or business. A prize lighter for example, hands him a fistic blow, while a ball player puts one over, and in business a shark does the other fellow. A few slang expressions, if they are not vulgar, and have meanings that can be expressed in no other way, would seem to be permissible. The worst faults of slang are that it narrows one ' s vocabulary; that it sounds vulgar; and that it tends to make one careless in regard to manner of speech, use of grammar and choice of words. JESSICA L. LOHNGE.  C CC 12fi Essay On Love Love is a calamity against ' which there is no insurance; a poison against which there is no antidote; a billion volts of electricity against which there is no insulation; a deadly disease for which there is no cure. Love, the sum total of all misfortunes, must be endured in silence; no friend so dear to be trusted with such a secret; no rem- edy so powerful to remove it. It is sometimes contagious, frequently fatal and always critical. Like th e measles, the later in life it comes the worse it is. As yet no germ of innoculation has been found with which to combat it. As yet we have no antitoxin to react on the disease where the case has assumed so alarming a growth as to call the attention of deans, preceptresses and other deeply interested f aculty arbitrators. And no specific medication has been found for it. But then the victim doesn ' t want to be cured anyhow, so it isn ' t worth while. . As in the sleeping sickness or the seven year itch, he simply wants to be left alone. At present, no adequate and satisfactory definition has been found for Love or Electricity. Poets, scientists, philosophers, teachers and fond parents have tried to define Love but all have been forced to give it up unsolved except Josh Billings or Peter Cartwright, who said that it was a tickling sensation of the heart that can ' t be scratched, and it was either Julius Caesar or Happy Hooligan who said that it was one fool thing after another; but people always thought that they were joking and didn ' t take them seriously. Soon, however, we will erect a monument to these clever dictionarians in honor of their sentimental utterances. So unsuccessful have been all attempts at definition that most people can ' t tell the difference be- tween real Love and merely a college case. Like hives, love is an affliction which most commonly breaks out during the spring of the year, and like whooping cough one seldom has it twice, although cases have been reported where the epidemic has broken out again with renewed vigor. It hits the victim with a sickening thud somewhere between the head and the heart, blinding the eyes, softening the brain, warping the judgment, dulling the re- ligion, spoiling the appetite and flattening the pocketbook. It is a disease of the heart which affects the head. The symptoms of Love, like those of intoxication, are too common to enumerate. As a matter of fact the two afflictions are strikingly similar and Love is but an advanced state of the latter, quite akin to delirium tremens. Distorted vision, meaningless prattle, sulky eye- brows, heavenly contentment and that terrible morning after the night before are characteristic of both. However, he who is intox- icated with wine will be sober again in the course of a night, but he who is intoxicated by dazzling eyes and the lure of their glimmer will not recover his senses until the dark mantle falls over those magnetic optics. Love, like laudanum, is helpful in small quantities but fatal in large doses. Like fire it is indispensable as a necessity and dangerous as a conflagration. Some people can their love and then never open their cans, while others like soft and silly flappers open their cans when the peach blossoms appear and then get canned before the peaches and cream are served. All Love should be mathematically and re- ciprocally equal, like the two sides of an algebraic equation or the angles of an equilateral triangle. But unfortunately, as with a student ' s account book, it is hard to make it balance. College Love, like another form of intoxicant, usually comes in cases, and as a rule, one trial bottle only leads the drinker to continue the art of pulling caps. He soon is so saturated with the appetizing liquid that no amount of medical persuasion will convince him of his need of immunity. Love and labor rule the world, the sages say; but when man is in Love, labor has to wait. Love is one great panacea for all ills. It is a system for turning- water into wine, kerosene into honey, boulders into bon-bons, work into play, ragweeds into American Beauty roses, sharp glances into pet smiles and lady bachelors into powdered sugar. It has the power to make a common dandelion seem like the golden flower of Paradise, a worthless pebble assume the guise of a solitaire and the colorless moon appear like a large bomb of whipped cream. It is one great renaissance of human transformation and beatific existence. It has been known to cause blue-eyed Freshmen to search all day for a hand- ful of forget-me-nots. It has transformed slouchy looking Sophomores into gallant young knights with polished shoes, weekly haircuts, mani- cured finger nails and curled mustaches. Juniors have been known to wear their Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes for weeks at a time and to write dainty little notes, precise and sentimental. Love has prompted studious Seniors to throw their Greek into the middle of next sum- mer and study human nature by the dim light of a parlor lamp. Love has been known to transform hard-shelled old bachelors into soft and effervescent poets bursting forth into enamored sonnets. It has caused close-fisted old misers to buy tulips and narcisses by the armful. It has converted feminine icebergs into wagon loads of senti- 127 IliS ment and induced bald-headed professors to kick the dictionary down stairs and join some feminine star in the search for a four-leaf clover. Under its hypnotic spell, students have skipped classes in order to turn the music of a favorite lassie. Others who couldn ' t carry a tune around in a German Zeppelin have signed up for vocal so that the idol of their dreams might tickle the ivories to harmonize with their exuberant cackle. Even stalwart and husky heroes of the gym have shed tears of scalding temperature because the evening ' s mail failed to bring a lavender-colored hyacinth letter. When under its psychic influence dapper young Sophomores flunk out in fifteen hours ' work, half-baked Juniors grow dreamy-eyed and hungry-hearted, while Seniors are either under a hopeless contract or frightened to death lest they lose out entirely. The poor frazzled Freshman deprives himself of candy and ice cream and shovels coal on Saturday in order that he may buy flowers and candy for the damsel of his dreams. Love can put more determination into a sluggish system than a whole dray load of New Year ' s resolutions, infuse more ambition into six feet of jelly than a seat of porcupine quills and put more fight into a fellow with a yarn back bone than a mustard plaster large enough to cover the bald head of H. Maria Wright. It made Samson fight the Philistine army single handed with the lower maxillary of an ass, and sent General Grant through a swollen river attired in his best broadcloth. It made Pocahontas offer herself as a martyr and sent Rosalind roaming about the forest of Arden in a masquerade costume. It caused Sir Walter Raleigh to cool his shoulders by cast- ing his raiment in the muddy pool, and sent the dagger to Romeo ' s heart. It prompted Leander to plunge beneath the dark waters of the Bosphorus, and suffered Desdemona to quietly abide the dagger of an angered husband. It led the followers of the Corsican general to barricade the door against the stinging winter blast with their own bodies, and has caused many a chivalrous hero to run the gauntlet through smoke and flame to save the life of a pet poodle. Love knows no barriers and respects no foes. Dan Cupid laughs at the Alps, the Chinese wall, the Sahara desert and the 42 centimeter howitzer of the Germans. It has been known to move immovable bodies and to conquer irresistible forces. It is as impossible to conceal Love as it is to cover up a wart on the nose. It requires no constabulary to detect a love-sick lad. When a young man begins to haunt the southwest corner of the library, to whistle lullabies on his way to breakfast, to gaze for more than the usual time at the bald-headed babies, to change his tie more than once a day or his collar more than twice a week we know there ' s a dart lodged somewhere in the upper zone of his ventricle. Money makes the world go ' round but Love makes it go ' round and ' round. The The diurnal sphere could no more continue to revolve without love than some professors could lecture without notes. Remove Love from the world and florists would become beggars; jewelers would have to work for a living; confectioners would die of starvation and ministers would turn hypocrites: novels would read like college algebra; society would seem like a children ' s day program; the drama would be as dry as Monday ' s chapel talk and Sunday night church would be about as popular as a mud road in March. Love drives its victims as blind as an astigmatic bat. Being in Love is one grand hallucination. It is a baffling mirage, a deceptive illusion, a playful chimera and a happy dream about as lasting as a rouge. The lover deceives himself into thinking himself happy when he is about as contented as a Freshman in a Greek test. He spends a season in madly pursuing a perfect dream of a doll only to wonder after he has gotten her whoever could have been so cruel as to have shoved this bothersome pest upon him. A few cases have been known where men fell in love with their work but such cases are like happy marriages — very rare. (The love that looks for work is usually blind). Some men achieve Love, others survive it, but most men merely go mad. J. D. DRUSCHEL, ' 16. 129 A GIRL ' S ROOM. 130 Poem— The Preceptress ' Nightmare A Pome The Poet ' s Poetical Apology. It ' s ridiculous for me to try To write a poem. I don ' t know how. You can see that By these first four lines, can ' t you ? Now don ' t deceive yourself. This is poetry. At least it is as good as a lot of stuff That ' s heing published today. You could do as well yourself, you say. Now be careful; Vanity leads over a rough and perilous way; Always be cheerful. Now who says that didn ' t rhyme ? He lies, or he ' s color blind, Or he hasn ' t a true ear for music Who denies it. Shakespeare doesn ' t rhyme either; Only once in a while: And it certainly is too bad For a fellow of my style When he gets on a booming poetical streak, Not to be able to put his thoughts into verse. So you mind your own work And I ' ll attend to mine. Let me write the poetry — Or you write it. Siehst du ? ( Inserted for purpose of rhyme) I ' m a lady of good society And I live in the Bird House Dorm, I ' m fond of all laws of propriety And I ' m shocked at what ' s not good form. I ' m very careful that the girls Should all dress neat and warm; Advice I give them, and try my best To shield them from every harm. For it ' s my business to watch these girls, And see what they are doing. If I didn ' t keep my eyes out sharp, Some trouble would sure be ensuing. With manner prim and glasses dim I come up to Maria Wright, Through rain, snow, thunder, fire and hail. At morning, noon and night. Adventures strange and sudden change, Surprise me not a whit; I ' ve seen so much in my busy life, I ' ve grown quite used to it. For many long years I ' ve toiled and worked In the halls of this dear old school; And never yet a task I ' ve shirked. Nor even broken a rule. Those things, S. P. ' s, don ' t bother me; I rise above all that. But I ' ve watched others, and much I see From under my innocent hat. I ' ve watched a boy stand trembling there, In the hallway so narrow and gray, A ' mustering courage to ask a girl To take her to church away. 131 In the library too, and in classrooms all, I ' ve seen the self-same sight: The boys are always asking the girls, Decision ' s the maiden ' s right. Sometimes the man receives a Yes, Again she hands him a No, With a Thank you so much tacked onto the end. Stung! — in parlance vulgar and low. But it ' s always the man who asks the girl; ' Tis custom which says it so; It is one of those laws of etiquette, Immutable, we know. As I was walking up the street, ' Midst the falling shades of night, I saw two forms out under a tree. Quite out of the street-lamp ' s light. Oho! I thought, Something ' s brewing here; I ' ll listen awhile and see — Bobby, may I take you to club tonight? Comes a girl ' s voice from under the tree. I am surprised, but I stagger on, And other pair I find: Joshuay, you ' re to go with me tonight; No refusal, now, lovey mine. With brain awhirl I hasten on, Can the skies be falling down ? Roy, darling, this is your Edna girl; She wants to take you to town. In the light of room seven what meets my eyes ? A banquet or a reception ? It ' s only a waiting list of girls For our head janitor ' s attention. In the dim recess of the staircase there Stands Stoke, abashed and demure. This is so sudden, Miss Blank, he says, You must give me time to make sure. Along in a row by the postoffice low, Stand the bachelors all at attention: Harm, McNulty, Campbell, Brugie, Von, Birmie, Paddy — a full convention. With nose in the air and disdainful glance The inspecting girls pass by. Fellows afraid to ask a girl ! They pass them without a sigh. The teachers all, in faculty hall — The lady teachers, you see — Have assembled there to draw the lots For the hand of Professor Lee. Oh come, let ' s hurry, Reka dear, Cries a maiden, with asperity. Make haste, Marie, Myrtle, get up speed, An eligible man ' s a rarity. If we don ' t hurry they ' ll all be gone. Only the freaks left over; We ' ll have to take one of that numerous throng Or manless remain forever! My seething brain gives a final whirl Such indelicacy ' s amazing. What can have come over these dear sweet girls ? Can they be raving crazy ? I cannot see, What can it be? Till a light bursts forth— for lo! 1916! Leap Year! — now I see. ' Tis a dream — of impending woe! W. F. P. 132 The Chronicle, 1916-1917 SEPTEMBER. Wed. 20 — Registration Day. Old friends meet. Excitement about Leslie and Belle. Many new students. Thur. 21 — Registration Day again. Conflicts. Gay party at Stephens ' . Fri. 22 — Ex-Professor Brown visits T. U. Organization of classes. Corey Stephens declares her intention of settling down. Sat. 23 — Preaching service in evening conducted by Prof. Shaw. New students realize the atmosphere of real religion in Taylor. Sun. 24 — First Sunday Chapel. Mr. Harm takes his first cut. S. P. ' s at night. Mon. 25 — Epworth League Reception for new students. More S. P. ' s. Ex-Professor Brown leads Chapel. Tues. 26 — Leslie Brook arrives (alone). Wed. 27 — Some wind. Miss Jackson takes to the cellar for fear of a cyclone. Thur. 28 — Chapel seats assigned to Seniors, Juniors and Sophomores. Fri. 29 — Professors Wray and Shaw both on time at Chapel. Sub- scribe for the Echo. First Faculty recital in the evening. Sat. 30 — Mrs. Jones has annoying company. Registration Day at the Philo-Thalo reception. Mr. Harm drinks SOME cider! OCTOBER. Sun. Mon. Tues. Wed. Thur. Fri. Sat. Sun. Mon. Lateness at time this year. Band. in psychology 1 — Students recover from midnight dissipation. breakfast the rule. 426 at Sunday School. 2 — Dean Ayres conducts Chapel for the first Prof. Wray forgets he is to lead Volunteer 3 — Patty suffers from gargalanaesthesia class. 4 — Prof. Wray on time again at Chapel. Very dignified meet- ing of Seniors. Election of Gem staff. 5 — Prof. Cobb assists in singing the opening song in Chapel. Joe Imler learns that bacteria do not have gills. Rebellion in the Senior camp. 6 — All ' s well along the Senior Potomac. The rebel replaced. Prof. Wray ( ?) minutes late at Chapel. Seems like old times again. 7 — Deutscher picnic. Mr. Harm asks to go with Academy girls instead. 8 — Missionary Musser speaks at Chapel Sunday afternoon. Very impressive service. 9 — Leslie Brook teaches International Law class. such animal; the Germans sunk it. Hain ' t no Tues. 10 — Missionary Springer conducts Chapel. Wed. 11 — Meeting of Gem staff; and a committee visits Faculty meeting to petition for Photo holiday. Thur. 12 — Professor Munro, hearing the infant Crabtree crying in the college building, remarks: That ' s a very academic sound. Fri. 13 — Mr. Harm absent from Poetics class. Unlucky day. Thalos take in thirty-one new members. Sat. 14 — Philo victory. An avalanche of fifty-five. Sun. 15 — Harm and his Traurigkeit attend the M. E. in the evening. Mon. 16 — Mr. Pontius upsets a cup of hot coffee in Miss Lonergan ' s lap. Even a Senior ' s dignity fails under such circum- stances. Dean Ayres announces himself as a cantanker- ous Prohi. Tues. 17 — Patty asks that students co- operate so as to enhance the beauty of the trees. Wed. 18 — Gem picture day. Thur. 19 — Dean Ayres asks student body not to play their bazoos during study hours. George Snider conducts Chapel. Fri. 20 — Whew — first snow ! Sat. 21 — Asplin has ice cream for dinner. Sun. 22 — Prof. Shaw preaches an excellent sermon. Mon. 23 — Bob Williams unable to prepare his English XIV lesson because of a convenient bad cold. Tues. 24 — Very warm and enthusiastic meeting of the Gem staff. Wed. 25 — Dr. Vayhinger, in Chapel talk, remarks: One goose going south doesn ' t make winter. Poetics test postponed by request. Thur. 26 — Dr. Ridout announces the arrival of another assortment of hand-painted china. No two pieces alike. This prom- ises to be a fine art exhibit. Fri. 27 — Seelig takes subscriptions for the Swallow-Robin Dorm, davenport fund. Much enthusiasm. Sat. 28 — Mr. Nkomo favors us with an accordian solo. Sun. 29 — Joe Imler returns from Westlake ' s by half-past ten. Mon. 30 — Mr. Bushey receives his eye glasses, care Mr. T. U. Bushey. Every member of Gem staff at staff meeting at 6 o ' clock. Tues. 31 — All seats occupied on chapel platform. NOVEMBER. Wed. 1 — Great excitement among the G. O. P. ' s over Dr. Vayhinger ' s Frohi speech in Chapel. Thur. 2 — Rev. Alien of Friends ' Church conducts Chapel. Quartet sings Brewer ' s Big Horses for the I. P. A. 133 ■J AVLOK [Mil BSm KCHI TAYLOR UNIVERSITY ECHO Published ' ■■ ■ T. i lichi from Oc i ' to .1 matter i i ' ' I l.ix ul of Taylor University, Upland, In id months inclusive, postofflec at fplaml, tncl U Joseph Imlc Jnj A H it fcl li. Poem A It I). s Marie Zimmerman l:. ill.:. Mun.-o lit. Newton W ray- Mrs. Mai-y 0. Shilling ■ I An. I. Chairman of Hoard sh I Icpui-Lmcnt .... logical Dcpartmi-n i Departments BUSINESS DEI ' AttTMKN ' 1 Manager . H. C, Sehlarb Advertising Manager I .. It, Norvollo Subscription Manager R. H Williams I, rn SI.OO per year in l ' . S. if paiil before Jan. 1. l:n:, ; - - per year if paid afl Jan. I, 1917; to I car. SI 2S. For good or 7 T vil, the power of woman is beTng felt in the world. Our westen. ivilization and system of education have proved to some of us that learning, like the 134 Fri. 3 — Joe Imler assists Miss Phillips in Philo recital. Sat. 4 — Alabama loses another debate. If at first you don ' t suc- ceed, try, try, again. Sun. 5 — Rev. Troxell, a missionary from China, conducts Chapel. Mon. 6 — Thou shalt not even whisper in the library. N. E. Han- son appears on the Senior stage. Tues. 7 — Seniors endow two chairs apiece in T. U. on Election Day. Wed. 8 — Dr. Vayhinger gives another political speech. Thur. 9 — Wilson or Hughes? Joe, Red, and Rex have interviews with the Dean. Fri. 10 — Prof. Westlake leads singing. Goodrich and Leamon fur- nish study lists to Miss Zimmerman. Sat. 11 — Mr. Chea is prominent in Philo parliamentary drill. Sun. 12 — Walter Oliver has liver pudding from Jersey. Mon. 13 — Patterson wants to sing, From Greenland ' s Icy Mountains — Postum. Prof. Westlake announces: All those who have no confiictions, be on time at orchestra practice. Tues. 14 — Biler busted. Students celebrate by taking vacation from classes. Wed. 15— Chapel in Society Hall. Thur. 16 — Miss Zimmerman indefinite as to time of Christmas. Prof. Peavy informs her that it usually occurs on Dec. 25. Fri. 17 — First basket ball game of the season. Kolonial Klub plays the Dining Hall. Sat. 18 — A bunch attend the murder trial at Hartford City. Did N. E. and Stevenson get back en the 9 o ' clock jitney? Sun. 19 — John Leamon very attentive Mon. 20 — We sing No. 92 in Chapel. Prof. Westlake desires to see the orchestra for one second in Room I. Tues. 21 — Prof. Westlake announces the loss of music from practice rooms; Prof. Peavy demands his World ' s Almanac, and Miss Zimmerman requests that the student body make that copy of Kipling a matter of conscience. Wed. 22 — Psychology and International Law tests. Deep gloom. Thur. 23 — Poetics test. More gloom. Fri. 24 — College Biology test. More yet. Sat. 25 — Yes, the Eurekas won the debate. Sun. 26— Full house at Westlake ' s. Mon. 27 — Lecture by Dr. Banks, The Bible and the Spade. Tues. 28 — Mr. Oliver protects Miss Maston from a bold, bad, brutal assailant. Wed. 29 — Another Westlake recital. Dean makes an address on va- cation S. P. ' s. Thur. 30 — Thanksgiving. Chicken for dinner. Barnett visits in Ohio. DECEMBER. Fri. 1 — Prof. Nevitt, of Asbury, conducts evening services. Sat. 2 — Birmingham goes on a picnic (?) and with whom (?) Sun. 3 — Joe Imler preaches for Schlarb. Enthusiastic audience of three. Mon. 4 — Who ' s supposed to lead Chapel on Monday? Tues. 5 — Domestic science gaining great prominence — Postum. (Candy-making day.) Wed. 6 — Dr. Ridout announces Must the Bible Go , again. The author blushes like Sweet Sixteen. Thur. 7 — A. M. Taylor secures some shredded wheat for T. U. Prof. Ridout, in Chapel, Some of you are here and some of you are not. Fri. 8 — First game of basket ball series. Philos, 55; Thalos, 37. Sat. 9 — Many students leaving for Christmas vacation. T. U. be- gins to look lonesome. Patty has a birthday! See John Skow for details. Sun. 10 — Chapel in dining hall. Mon. 11 — All ' s quiet — except for the poor wretches taking the Psy- chology final. Tues. 12 — P. B. indulges three times in popcorn, and then faints on the basket ball floor. The way of the transgressor . Wed. 13— T. U. as arid as the Sahara. Thur. 14 — N. E. a royal host. For particulars see Cooke, Hess, etc. jr r j. 15 — Miss Zimmerman takes German leave on the 2:30 (a. m.) Sat. 16 — John Skow raises his tuneful voice at chorus rehearsal. Sun. 17 — Patty accompanies N. E. to church. Warum ? Mon. 18 — Wilcox tries in vain to persuade Miss Draper to let that skating party go to the river. Tues. 19 — Walter Oliver a visitor at the Skows,. Wed. 20 — Reka Topp throws snow-balls at John Skow, who takes her for a sleigh ride. Thur. 21 — Pa and ma take the family to Hartford. Daughter Reka breaks the snout off a teapot and has to apologize to the floor walker. Fri. 22 — A Popping party in the dining hall. Miss Draper in- quires if it is to be a popping the question party. Well, cheer up, there are a few days of leap year left. Sat. 23 — Wilcox reads aloud in Speicher parlor. Sun. 24 — N. E. Hanson tries his hand at Domestic Science. The oratorio chorus sings the Christmas cantata for the benefit of the (war) sufferers. $25.00 netted. Mon. 25 — Christmas Day. McNulty, the man of the hour. Tues. 26 — Patty receives a teething ring from some unknown friend as a post-Christmas gift. Hanson changes his motto to — Come a little late and see who ' s there. 135 Wed. 27 — Registration clay again. Thur. 28 — Walter Oliver visits logic class. Fri. 29 — Dr. Yayhinger instructs the students how to stand up all at once at the tapping of the chord. A howling success ! Sat. 30 — P. B. and Puterbaugh entertain the dormitory rats. Sun. 31 — Last day of leap year. Girls, get busy! Opportunity knocks but once. JANUARY. lion. 1 — Several new leaves turned over. Tues. 2 — Evangelist Kell conducts Chapel. Wed. 3 — Election of the Co-ed staff of the Echo. Thur. 4 — Miss Southard conducts Chapel. Election of Inter-collegi- ate debaters. Fri. 5 — Eureka-Eulogonian basket ball game. Sat. 6 — Philos and Thalos meet for the first time separately on the same night. Sun. 7 — New term. New S. P. couples start the new year right. Mon. 8 — First freeze-out. Barney ' s physiognomy is displayed in Maria Wright Hall. Tues. 9 — Dr. Vayhinger leads the singing in Chapel. Wed. 10 — Seniors decide to go to Marion Saturday. If Thur. 11 — Another freeze-out. Chapel in Society Hall. Prof. Wray and Dean both announce the song they wish to sing. Fri. 12 — Philo-Thalo basket ball game. Fastest game of the season thus far. Philo, 24; Thalo, 21. Philos lose some of their conceit. Sat. 13 — A. C. makes his inaugural address. Any more fines? Sun. 14 — La grippe a visitor at T. U. Mon. 15 — Ask the Berrett girls about that entrance via the transom. Tues. 16 — That Christmas bunch, including Dean Ayes and Miss Miller its their picture taken ? ? ? Wed. 17 — P. B. faints from over-study (?) of French. Thur. 18 — The Chronicle disappears. Ask N. E. if he knew where it was. Fri. 19 — Senior caps and gowns appear on the scene. Private ex- hibition in the Oratory room. Sat. 20 — Basket ball practice (?) between Eurekas and Eulogonians. Mr. Watt deprives himself of the privilege of going skat- ing to help Miss Black clean windows in the new Dorm. Sun. 21 — Chapel in the dining hall. Mon. 22 — Classes scattered all over the campus. Tues. 23 — Prof. Shaw returns from his revival. Wed. 24 — That l onged-for coal car finally arrives. Thur. 25 — Joe Imler, a ? in Biology II, says Prof. Peavy. Fri. 26 — Dr. Vayhinger announces that Prof. Munro has received her Anthropology of essays. Sat. 27 — Seniors have their pictures taken. Sun. 28— Don, Bob and Patty, visit Hartford City. Mon. 29 — Walter Oliver says: Socrates and Xantippe both present in Philosophy class. Tues. 30 — A Pressing day for Seniors. Wed. 31 — Seniors appear in caps and gowns in Chapel. An iconoclastic class, says Prof. Zimmerman, the front a laureate speaker. FEBRUARY. -Day of Prayer for colleges. -Barnett and Brooks decide to sue someone for slander — Why ? Ask Anna Walker where her taffy went. -P. B. Smith and Miss Miller take dinner at a cafeteria. Vow never again. Ask them why? -No cocoa or bean salad; first time in history of Taylor. Result: We had a b lizzard. -•Red and N. E. return from Chicago. -Tapp receives a camphor bottle — Why ? For information address his girl. -Trig. test. Van Alstyne studies. -Vickery announces himself in History class to be a Republi- can. -We must have those dishes; absolutely MUST. And the Philos beat again. -Prof. Miller in advocating national preparedness, says: Porter will join the army; Bushey, the navy, and Wilcox, the cavalry. (Postum!) —Porter ' s instrument too small to make much noise. Wilcox says Bushey won ' t give up the ship. What will Wilcox do ? —Fire! (in the furnace) Have you your Chapel essays writ- ten yet ? — Zeller does not sleep in English class, but snores during Spanish class. -Reports came that Miss Berrett fell out of bed. -P. B. Smith not in favor of street lights. But poles are placed today. -Prof. Jackson preceptress. Etiquette books arrive. -Miss Trotter makes another search for Wilcox ' s picture. N. E. has his picture taken again. Sun. 18 — Mr. Felton visits T. U. friends. Thurs ;. 1- Fri. 2- Sat. q ■ ■ Sun. i Mon. 5- Tues. 6- Wed. 7 Thur. 8- Fri. 9- Sat. lu- Sun. ll Mon. 12 Tues. 13- Wed. 14- Thur. 15- Fri. 16- Sat. 17- 136 Mon. 19 — Dr. Ridout says: Go West, young man, and grow up with the country. Tues. 20 — Indications of spring! Gladys Miller sings on way from history class. Wed. 21 — Fred Hall says: Love is spontaneous. Fritz, how do you know? Thur. 22 — Miss Draper says, It ' s too late to think of matrimony after you have become a college professor. Fri. 23 — Gladys Miller: We sincerely hope to graduate in the spring. Who is the We? Sat. 24 — Harm decides to take Domestic Science and become a Cooke (Postum!) Sun. 25 — Joe Imler and Schlarb have chicken for breakfast, chicken for dinner, and more chicken for supper. Mon. 26 — Again! Have you endowed those chairs? Tues. 27 — Robson announces his belief concerning closing Chapel on time. Wed. 28 — The Commercial Department pose. MARCH. Thur. 1 — Miss Nees says that she did not have Latin I very good, but has Latin II down Pat. Fri. 2 — Revival begins. Sat. 3 — Several snaps secured for the Gem. Sun. 4 — A number assist (?) in Friends ' Meeting in town. Mon. 5 — Barnett studies. Joe has a birthday. Tues. 6 — Tap p washes (clothes) before breakfast. Wed 7 — Jack McClellen arrives. Thur. 8 — Helen Smith has visitors. Fri. 9 — Mistake in clays: Jello on Friday at the dining hall. Sat. 10 — Bird-house — Girls watch the moon. Sun. 11 — Last day of Brasher meeting. A gracious revival. Mon. 12 — Leslie assists Mrs. Shaw with the family wash. Tues. 13 — Mr. Goyne ' s eye improves. Likewise, Jay Harm ' s. Wed. 14 — Mr. Patterson rises in Chapel and says: I want to see all girls of the Domestic Science Department in and amid roars of laughter (even Prof. Shaw laughed!) Patty sits down. Thur. 15 — Water off. Groans. Fri. 16 — Cold again. More groans. Sat. 17 — St. Patrick ' s Day. Celebrate with macaroni and hominy. Miss Cobb and Miss Dancy represent the green and the orange in their head-gear. Sun. 18 — Students seen carrying lunches. Mon. 19 — Miss Snyder gets to breakfast on time. Bannisters com- pleted in the Bird dormitory. There ' s a reason. Tues. 20 — The Shreiner Girls ' Comb Quartet give another serenade. See Walter Oliver and Patty. Wed. 21 — Wanted — to know who sewed up my coat sleeves. Reka Topp. Thur. 22 — Birds hold a concert. Woencke on a rampage at Schreiner. Withholds her blessing. Fri. 23 — Unlucky day. Mr. Bushey receives a letter from Michigan. Sat. 24 — First spring cleaning. Purcil Parker joins the Pity ' s Sakes. Sun. 25 — Koch puts on a clean collar. Spring is surely here. Mon. 26 — Miss Snyder appears with her usual Sunny Jim expres- sion. Tues. 27 — Brooks, (reading the Chronicle) says he doesn ' t see any joke about his arriving alone. Wed. 28 — The Biology III students dissect. Thur. 29 — The Sickler quartet remind us that music has charms to soothe ( ? ) the savage breast. Fri. 30 — N. E. goes to Marion after another picture ( ? ) Sat. 31 — The Freshmen celebrate. APRIL. Sun. 1 — April Fool ! Celebration postponed till Monday. Mon. 2 — Jokes! Jokes! Jokes! Tues. 3 — Prof. Wray forgets to go to Bible class. Wed. 4 — April showers bring May flowers. Thur. 5 — Deutschers have a spread. Fri. 6 — War declared. Sat. 7— The T. U. boys enlist. Sun. 8 — M. E. Sunday School decides to buy a flag. Mon. 9 — Fire Department reorganized. Tues. 10 — T. U. Improvement Society holds a celebration. Wed. 11 — Dr. Ridout: Just another word — — Thur. 12 — Robson and Skow renew their vow to go to war. Fri. 13— Very UNLUCKY day. Sat. 14— Miss Neff found in H. Maria Wright Gibbs ' room. Sun. 15 — Splendid Chapel service. A number enter into rest. Mon. 16 — Tennis and baseball. Tues. 17 — Walter Oliver visits the Skows. Wed. 18 — Again. Thur. 18 — Patty has his hair cut. Fri. 20 — Bushey likewise. Sat. 21 — Chas. Jennings still wishes for a birthday. 137 Sun. Mon. Tues. Wed. Thur. Sat. Sun. Mon. 22 — Mont Oliver glad his is gone. 23— Joe Blades sweeps Sickler !!!!!!!!! 24 — Face plays the cornet. 25 — Miss Ridout makes some fudge. For whom ? 26 — Mae Skow takes a walk with Lizzie. 27 — Miss Scharer washes her hair and just can ' t do a thing with it. 28 — Jay Harm, punster, inquires whether the swallow swallowed the robin or the robin robbed the swallow ? 29 — Eggs for breakfast. 30 — Wilcox eats cereal on his sugar. MAY. Tues. 1 — Tim Williams does not accompany Miss Teed home from supper. Wed. 2 — Jeppe Jensen out of a job. Thur. 3 — Joyce Spalding studies Cicero with Jennings. Birmingham girls arrive at T. U. Fri. 4 — Postgraduate work at Dinning Hall. Miss Olmsted and Colby are married Sat. 5 — Miss Draper spills her coffee. Sun. 6 — Miss Zimmermann has a crowd for supper. Mon. 7 — Miss Maston goes strolling with ? Tues. 8 — Helen Smith, Anna Skow, and Walter Oliver study German. Wed. 9 — Ruth Copley and Olive Groff have their French II lesson. Thur. 10 — Tim Williams: Nay, nay, Pauline. Fri. 11 — Astronomy class look at the stars. Sat. 12— Picnics. Sun. 13 — Moonlight strolls to town. Mon. 14 — Miss Neff celebrates her ( ? ) birthday. Never again. Tues. 15— Last day of P. T. Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Wed. 16— Girls also. Thur. 17 — Birmingham boosts for Bryan. Fri. Sat. Sun. Mon. Tues. Wed. Thur. Fri. Sat. Sun. Mon. Tues. Wed. Thur. Fri. 1- Sat. 2 Sun. 3 Mon. 4- Tues. 5- Wed. Thur. 7- Fri. 8- Sat. 9 Sun. 10- Mon. 11- Tues. 12- Wed. 13- 18 — Porter toots his Horn. A very small instrument. 19 — Miss Gibbs has a letter from N. J. Why so happy, Marie ? 20 — Miss Draper much interested in arrival of box-car of S. P. ' s. 21 — Norvelle at last blows the windmill at the Golden Eagle. 22 — Nelle Smith anxious. Another box on the way? 23 — Miss Zimmerman ' s furs omitted. 24 — Seniors grow restive. 25 — Murphree watches Sunshine enter Music Hall. 26 — Leslie Brooke starts spring-term laboratory work. 27 — Good talk in Chapel. Mighty warm ! 28 — Prof. Wray gets excited in class. 29 — Milkmaids teach calves to drink milk. 30 — Decoration Day. Hurrah for the Soldiers ' Home ! 31 — Lawrence and Mendy have another fight. JUNE. -June — Seniors quit work. -Off to the woods. -Miss Zimmerman goes to the river. -Wilcox and Trotter have last S. P. study hour in Lab. -Miss Waymire still taking Mandolin of Rolland, and loves to Pick-it. -Robert Williams makes his final Echo speech. Only seven- ty-five cents. -Slagg and Stevenson over-sleep. Result, no dinners. -Final call for all library books. McNulty smiles. —The Tennis Tournament on. -S. P. ' ites lament the passing of the last Sunday evening. -Homesick students get ready to leave. Drayman popular. -College Seniors enjoy a farewell picnic. -Commencement Day. Gone — but not forgotten. 138 loom™ KM 139 Memories of the Class of ' 14 Miss Clara Caris is doing district evangelistic work in the interior of China. This work consists of visiting the day schools of her district; giving the regular examination; teaching the wives and moth- ers, and settling any difficulties that may come. Miss Gertrude Bridgewater is also in the interior of China. She is engaged in school work. K. S. Hiraide, of Tokio, Japan, has been preaching in some of the large cities of the East. He expects to return to Japan in May. At present he is taking post-graduate work in the Theological Depart- ment of Boston University. Raymond Derr is preaching at Georgiana, Florida, a little town on Merritts Island, off the east coast of the state. Mr. Derr is the only preacher on the island, which is about three miles wide and forty miles long. He had only one charge when he went there, but he has voluntarily established six new appointments. Miss Violet Ward is teaching Latin and English in the high school at Frankton, Indiana, where she has been principal for the last two years. Homer Chalfant is expecting to receive his B.D. degree from Drew Seminary this spring. For one year he attended Ohio Wesleyan. Burton R. Opper is doing missionary work in Ceylon. R. I. Stone, president of the class of 1914, is pastor of the M. E. Church at Hingam, Montana. He says that the high altitude makes the country an ideal place to liv e, although it becomes very cold there after the first of January. Mrs. Stone and the baby, Paul, are both well. Clifford Eason was married on August 30th to Miss Ella Jackson, at Green Village, N. J. Mr. Eason will receive his B.D. from Drew in ' 17, and at the same time an M.A. from Columbia University. During the last year he has been engaged as a speaker for the Anti- Saloon League. He expects to take work in the Newark Conference next spring. Jacob Bos will receive degrees this spring from Drew Seminary and New York University. He is the pastor of a Methodist church in Brookhaven, Long Island. Miss Mary Bartels, of Ann Arbor, Michigan, who is a registered trained nurse of the State of Michigan, has been engaged to serve the employees of the Millville Manufacturing Company, New Jersey, and the constituency of the Second M. E. Church, 90 per cent of whom work for this firm. She is engaged in this as home missionary work. MO Memories of the Class of ' 15 Miss Iris Abbey is teaching at Union College, Kentucky, Prof. E. T. Franklin, ex-president of I. H. U. and ex-vice-president of Asbury is at the head of the college. Miss Abbey is teaching Latin and Ger- man, and reports that she enjoys her work among the southerners very much. Miss Lena Chalfant is teaching Latin, English, Biology and U. S. History in the High School at Proctorsville, Ohio. Roy 0. Brown is teaching mathematics at Oskaloosa, Iowa. W. A. Burch is now preaching in the New Jersey Conference. Anna Belle Guy is teaching school at Rio Grande, N. J. Dame Rumor says that she will not be teaching long, but will soon stroll by the side o f the murmuring Brooke. N. A. Christenson is preaching at Egan, South Dakota. The mem- bership of his church has increased during his pastorate from fifty-six members to one hundred eighteen members. This is Mr. Christenson ' s second year at Egan. James W. Knight is preaching at Bellflower, Mo. Mr. Ernest Giggy is pastor of the Hartford City Circuit. He and his wife, Mrs. Addie Fletcher Giggy, are occasional visitors at T. U. Ward W. Long is completing his theological course at Princeton, N. J. C. Raymond Illick is attending the medical school at Ann Arbor. He is preparing for the mission field. Miss Alice McClellan is doing missionary work among the Burmese people in Rangoon, Burma. Miss Cora Fales is teaching mathematics at Taylor. F. C. Fhillips is completing his B. D. course at Taylor. Reba Talbot is attending the medical college at Ann Arbor. After com pleting her course she expects to go to Africa as a missionary. Miss Clara Sauer, better known as Jane is in charge of a hos- pital at Pekin, China. Clarence Olson and David Bloomster are both preaching in Mis- souri. Otto Bloomster and Roy Knight have charges in the New Jersey Conference. 141 L42 Memories of the Class of ' 16 Mr. R. L. Tressler is attending Drew Seminary and expects to graduate in 1918. Mr. Tressler is preparing himself for missionary work in Africa. Miss A. Amy Spalding has spent the past year in North Dakota assisting her father in revival work. They report a pleasant and profitable year. Stuart M. Stoke is employed in the Nordyke-Marmon automobile factory at Indianapolis. He is assistant time-keeper and production clerk. (Mr. Stoke is considering the mission field as his future place of work.) Mrs. Edna Bennett Ellinghouse was the first member of the class of ' 16 to change her name. She and Mr. Ellinghouse are living at Ellington, N. Y. They write that their congregation has been very good to them and that they are enjoying their new home very much. Lulu I. Rupert is teaching school in South Dakota. George Snider is pastor of the M. E. Church at Geneva, Indiana. He reports a successful meeting at his charge during which forty-five or fifty people sought and obtained a definite experience. His work has been successful, especially among the young people. Miss Margaret Demaree is teaching penmanship, shorthand, type- writing and commercial law in the high school at St. Albans, West Virginia. Samuel N. Umphrey is preaching in North Dakota. Frank Young is preaching at Liberty Mills, Indiana. He is still interested in Taylor and has very materially helped in the lighting system of the new Swallow-Robin Dormitory. Vere Abbey is teaching chemistry in the high school at Browns Valley. Besides attending to his school duties he is acting as baseball coach, is active in the literary and debating clubs, and is leader of the school orchestra and town band. He is also actively engaged in the church work of the town. Tan Piew Lee is taking a medical course at Ann Arbor, Michigan. Mr. Lee has won a very good scholarship which will more than pay his expenses until he takes his M.D. Miss Ethel L. Mabuce has gone as a missionary to Rangoon, Burma. Her work is among the Chinese people of the city. For the first year she will remain in the schools studying the language. B. D. Nysewander is pastor of the M. E. Church at Fiat, Indiana. 0. B. Brubaker is teaching in a private school in Salesburg, Pa. He says that he has an ideal place. He will return there next year. 143 ■ .-? zs 2k OTHER ALUMNI HI Notes of Other Alumnae and Alumni of Taylor Misses Nora Hanson, Alice Eskes and Adeline Stephenson are teaching school in the Turtle Lake District, North Dakota. Miss Nellie Ballschneider is head bookkeeper at the Beloit Hard- ware Company, of Merrill, Wisconsin. Miss Grace Yoakum is engaged in deaconess ' work in Cleveland, 0. Dr. George Wood Anderson, a graduate of Taylor class of ' 98, is becoming a very successful evangelist in the East. Forrest Landgrabe is attending Olivet University at Olivet, 111., this winter. Howard Mason is teaching a country school near Keystone, Ind. Misses Alice and Nanna Hanson are attending school at Minot Normal, Minot, N. D. J. Franklin Draper is preaching at Hardy, Iowa. Raymond W. Cooke is preaching at Stanton, Delaware. He is the youngest pastor in the Wilmington Conference. Mr. Cooke has been active at Brandywine Summit Camp for the past three years and was a successful worker among the young people. Mr. and Mrs. McClish and Mr. and Mrs. L. C. Osborne left for China in June. Mr. and Mrs. McClish have a little daughter, Lois. J. Harry Griffith is a Junior at Lawrence College. He was received into the Wisconsin Conference on trial and is stationed at Wittenberg, Wis. Irl Guss writes that he is learning to make clocks and watches. Rev. John C. Wengatz and wife have returned to Africa after a year ' s furlough. Their work is in Western Africa in the territory owned by Portugal of which Angola is the largest city. We -njoyed their visit at Taylor. Miss Mabel Rich is in Fairmount, Indiana, in charge of the Music Department of the Wesleyan Methodist Theological Seminary. Fred Hill is pastor of the Whitley Church, Muncie, Homer Kirk ' s former charge. Grace Ellinghouse expects to graduate from die Methodist Hos- pital at Indianapolis this spring. G. Glen Grace is teaching music. His perman?r.t headquarters are at Bloomington, Indiana. He teaches object lessons for children, forms club organizations for boys and gives musical lectures for grown-ups. Harley J. Moore is preaching at Bowersville, Ohio. He has four charges and brings encouraging reports from them all. Kyrie Klepfer has a position as tool-maker in the Grayson Tool Manufacturing plant at Indianapolis. Professor Hernandez, of the University of Michigan, and Miss Flora Brooks were married at Broad Ripple September 25. Mr. and Mrs. Hernandez will make their home at 213 South Observatory St., Ann Arbor, Michigan. Word from Mrs. Dora Regester Forman, in Montana, tells us that she has the best man and the best baby on earth. She is very happy in her home. Miss Emily Strong is attending the Cincinnati Bible School this year. Prof. Brown is taking a medical course at Ann Arbor, Michigan. He has received an appointment to Chunking, China, where he and Mrs. Brown will go as soon as his course is completed. W. I. Kidder is principal of the school at Dayton, S. D. Hazel B. Ross is completing her academic work in the Portland, Indiana, High School. Seth Snider and Miss Mabel S. Owens were married Friday, No- vember 10, 1916. They are making their home at Bluffton. Wm. M. Stuart is principal of the Hardy Public Schools, Hardy, Iowa. He says that he enjoys teaching very much, but longs to be back at T. U. again. He teaches science and manual training. 0. C. Brown is stationed at Pekin, China. He is studying the language and as soon as he is able to speak it he will do evangelistic v ork. Raymond A. Stillings and Miss Clara A. Groth were married De- cember 14 at Ft. Wayne, Indiana. Mr. Stillings is singing in taber- nacle evangelistic meetings in the West. Chester Lewis is attending the Theological Seminary at Princeton, New Jersey. He has a charge and is active in student affairs. 145 THE GEM STAFF Before llii THE GEM STAFF After 117 Taylor University UPLAND, INDIANA Named for Bishop William Taylor, the sainted Missionary Bishop of the Methodist Episcopal Church. He prayed for Taylor University regularly three times a day until his death. An Alumnus says: The conviction seems to grow upon me, that Taylor University is nearer to the pure sources of our church life, than any of our colleges, and that her success will mean the rectifying of our educational system, as well as providing the spiritual power house of the denomination. Another Alumnus says: Taylor University is essentially a school of the peoples, nations and tribes of the earth. Her student body is international. Her former students, with the burning message of salvation and hope, joyously represent her in the four corners of the world. The ends of the earth meet in her sacred halls. Thirteen countries, twenty-nine states, furnish her students; thus the world becomes her parish within her own walls. Mission workers from all parts of the earth visit her walls, and leave their thrilling messages with her students. As a result, many students have heard their Master ' s call in the prophet ' s message and have splintered their plows and sacrificed their oxen, to follow the voice which calls them to the whitened harvest field of the earth. Taylor, may those who love thy truth flock to thee as doves to their windows! DEPARTMENTS College; Academy; Theological; Music; Expression; Business; Art; Domestic Science Expenses are very low. 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