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

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ones, in short, that you need the Rose-Day message. Why, you deserve to have to spend the next hour on the campus with me! H On such a morning your sentence is an invitation, and Clarence felt like he was in a dream as she moved beside him down the steps and across the grass to a rustic seat. In a few moments they were chatting as if they had known each other always. She told him how she had been raised a lonely child, and on first coming to college an unconquerable shyness had overcome her strong desire for comradeship. The other students had made overtures, had been apparently repulsed, had misunderstood and gradually ceased their attempts, and had come to regard her as cold and proud and self-centered. This opinion once established, later attempts at social intercourse had not altered it, and she had drawn back within herself and tried to become what she was considered. Then he told her how he had watched her and wished to know her all session, and how glad he was of the chance of the day. XVhen the bell rang for classes they separated at the door with a mutual understanding and a bright memory of the day. The rose was gone from Alma's hair. This was the first of many meetings. Afterwards not a day passed without its hour on the campus, its chat in the library, or game of tennis. Alma was seen at society and class meetings. People commented on the change and smiled significantly. Clarence made the most of the little time left him. Calls, walks, and drives followed each other in such rapid succession that if it had not been for the good work done earlier in the session both would probably have failed ingloriously on the final examinations. Commencement week came. The usual round of entertainments occurred, and at all of them Clarence and Alma were conspicuous figures. Onthe night of the alumni reception, after meeting the celebrities present, these two strolled out on the campus, Whither many couples had preceded them, and found a vacant seat under the old'elm near Lindsley Hall. The moon was shining bright, softening the outline of the old, stone buildings and causing dark shadows to chase each other among the vines which swayed gently in the breeze. Lindsley Hall was brilliantly lighted, and from the gymnasium, where the Alpha Phis were holding a farewell reception, came the sounds of revelry. For a while the couple talked on indifferent subjects, then Clarence drew something from his pocket and held it up before her. It was a faded rose. Do you remember it? H To be sure, I do. Isn't this an evidence? Don't you think I've learned my lesson well ? All of it? H Ye-es-. Then, counting on her fingers, It was social duty- Yes. And sympathy- ' ' Yes. H And humanity-. Here she paused. And love, he prompted. She was silent. Alma, have you learned that? I had learned it long before Rose Day. Yes, she whispered, I have learned that, too.

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turned suddenly and, with a cold Thank you, walked away, leaving Clarence with a feeling of disappointment out of all proportion to the occasion. After this they exchanged bows on meeting, but that was all. Time passedg intermediate examinations were likewise passed-or not passed, the second semester began, wore ong examinations were again approaching. One morning as Clarence entered the college, he was surprised at its festive appearance. The chapel was beautifully decorated, students were promenading the halls, and on every shirt-waist and coat lapel roses were blossoming. At the chapel door a lady-one of the instructors-was presenting roses from a great basket to each student as he came in. A U What does it mean? asked Clarence of an acquaintance. H Oh, it is Rose Day. Didnlt you know it is the twelfth of May ? Yes, I knew that, but I do not know what Rose Day is. I never heard of it. No, it is peculiar to this college, I believe. It was the thought of the wife of a former Chancellor for our students, that on this day, which is Memorial Day, every one should have one or more roses. Its significance is something like this: amid the intellectual struggles of college life students are likely to forget the softer and tenderer traits of character-love and sympathy and humanity, to exalt brain above heart, and neglect the simple lessons of nature, and Rose Day is a message to remind us of these things. A pretty idea, isn't it? Clarence did not reply. He was thinking of Alma Martin. Glancing up, he saw her standing quite near and looking at him, with a softer light in her eyes than he had ever seen there before. In her hands were a number of roses, and one was fastened in her beautiful, brown hair. At her glance he impulsively stepped forward, and, pointing to his coat, said: See, I have been slightedf' To his unbounded surprise and delight, she selected a rose from those which she held, and actually pinned it on his coat! You know its message? Yes, but I hardly think I am in need of it. So the mote is in your brother's eye! H Itls a beam-and it is in my sister's eye. Are you sure? Everybody says so, and my observation seems to confirm it. H What everybody says is usually incorrect. But you never attend receptions ? I' Cl yy Nor mass meetings ? H No. 'l You don't belong to a society nor attend the boys' societies, nor watch ball practice, nor take campus, nor talk in the library. Therefore- The conclusion is inevitable. H Lo, a Daniel! May I ask what the conclusion is ? Why, that you have shamefully neglected one side-or, rather, all except one side-of your college life, that your have ignored your social duties for the sake of your intellectual

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