University of Nashville - Garnet and Blue Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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XVhat ? he gasped, as he sank upon his knees beside her. Her cheeks were pink. H It is an expression peculiar to japan! she said. A dark-eyed, little maid brought them tea. Do you need a go-between ? she inquired maliciously as she moved away, The Honorary Member flushed hotly as he glanced covertly at the Girl. Her eyes were busy with the soft folds of her blue kimona, but her dimples were out in full force. It was intolerable! VVe don't need any go-between! I am an awful bungler, but surely you know that I Want to give you my love, and my name, and all I have! Will you take the gift, my darling ? There was a beautiful illustration of the graphic representation of the VVar of the Roses in the Gi1'l's cheeks. The Red Rose was triumphant. In japan---why, in japan it is etiquette to accept all that is offered you, she said softly. Well, the tea garden was almost deserted, and the light from the brilliant hnrd lanterns was dim, so that only the tall pelican on the screen behind them could see-and he discreetly turned away his head. l Y l i O I l A

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Wwmlmwlwlg t a Reception cc HE regular exercises of the evening being concluded, we will now pass to the social hour. The Chair appoints on the 'stir-up committee' Messrs. Bates, Williams, Smith, and Black. At these words a girl in the front row leaned forward with eager interest. It was her second reception. The crowd began to stir and a hum of conver- sation arose, overwhich an occasional, silvery laugh rang out. A member of the committee, with a big, awkward Freshman in tow, approached the girl. Ignoring imploring glances, he stopped before her. H Miss Conway, my friend Mr. Rogers. H Oh, the freak! to herself. Aloud: H I-Iow do you do, Mr. Rogers? The freak slowly sat down upon the edge of the chair beside her, planted a firm foundation on the ruffle of her train, glanced at her furtively, hopelessly at the crowd, then with a heroic effort: H I-er-didn't quite catch your name. H Conway. C-o-n-W-a-y. H Where are you from, Miss Conway? I'm from Virginia. Are you? And he takes another look at her. VVell, Virginia's a line, old State. My people are from Virginia. A pause. I know some joneses who used to live in Staun- ton, Va. Do you know them? U No, I don't recall having met them. H You are a Freshman ? H Yes. H How do you like Nashville? 45 P !! Very much. Then there is a pause. She begins: You are from Arkansas? No? East Tennessee? 'I Then there is a long pause. He looks around wildly and then hazards: This is cer- tainly a pleasant occasion. How did you like the program? This is awful! She looks away desperately, and, catching the eye of another-member of the committee, cries: H Help! Help! H What did you say? 'l But the committee member is to the rescue, and, with a sigh of relief, the girl turns to the next. He sits down with an air of perfect self-possession, draws up his trousers carefully, and contemplates his patent leathers with great satisfaction.