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fl LEADING ARTICLES: PAGE.The Engineer and the Farmer ............... 145Industrial Denatured Alcohol ............... 148..- Is the World Progressing ................... 150LITERARY:“Just a Violet” ........................... 155ix Grand—Pre in Fact and Fancy ............... 155The Judge’s White Elephant ................ 160_; Even Unto the End ........................ 166’5‘ The Biological Station at Naples ............. 172Lines on an Incident in the “Battle of Richmond,’ ’ 175Y. M. C. A. .................................. 178t ATHLETICS ................................... 180EDITORIALS . . ............................... 186,LOCALS . .................................... 189‘l EXCHANGES .................................. 194A. COMICS . .................................... 197CLIPPINGS . .................................. 200‘3.

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THE ENGINEER AND THE FARMER.

HE changes that have come about within the last§ century are the most remarkable recorded in history.I have heard it quoted from a college president that“Greece produced more great men in a decade thanAmerica has within a century.” I do not believe it.America has produced and is producing men who do things.The reason, no doubt, that these lights of ancient and middletimes seem to shine so brightly is the comparison with theirfellows. To—day, with the position of the great middle classand the disappearance of caste, there is not such a sharp dis-tinction between our greatest men and those not so great.

A more universal education has certainly had much or allto do with the great transformation that has taken place.Furthermore, practical education has done more for moderndevelopment than any other factor, and its beginning withinthe twentieth century should make that century a memorableone. The degree of a man’s education is no longer determinedby how much Greek, Latin, or French he can read, nor byhow much “ology” 0r “ism” he has learned, but by what hecan do.Now it is all very Well to get even a literary education. It.will, at least, broaden the mind, and if a fellow of any worthhas such, he may apply it well. Again, it may be very wellto study subjects of nature for the reason, as a contemporaryputs it, that “we need a certain amount of training for themind.” It is still better if he who makes such a study appliesit, as, for example, the agricultural student. He, indeed,does well who “causes two blades of grass to grow Where one

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grew before,” as we so often hear it expressed. But thereare others than the farmer who are making farming a veryprofitable and pleasant profession. There are others who arehelping those two blades of grass to grow. Indeed the ruralistmust thank those who make scientific farming a possibility,just as the engineer must thank the farmer for his daily sus—tenance. The two go hand in hand, and it is the purpose toshow the farmer’s dependence on his brother, the engineer.

It would be an idle business, from a practical standpoint,for a person to study scientific agriculture and be unable toapply it. And the scientific farming of today would be animpossibility without modern methods. Could the savagehave been as good as a North Carolina farmer with but hisrude, self-made appliances? Never. If the agricultural im-plements of even one hundred years ago had to be used atpresent with our immense increase in population there wouldbe but two alternatives. Either every one would have to tillthe soil, follow a profession to which he was not adapted, andeke out his living on a very few acres of land, or else half theworld would be compelled to die of starvation. A man mightknow just why it is best to “plow deep, sow peas, and improvethe land,” but if he must plow with a stick, what is the use?He might know just what there is in Chili saltpetre that isneeded toward soil improvement, and yet but for RobertFulton or some one of like ability, Chili saltpetre would dobut little good. He might be able to grow or to destroy bac—teria, yet if the substance necessary for their destruction werenot within a reasonable radius, a man on horseback wouldprefer to let them live.To be short, scientific farming would be an unprofitable

study (except for the mental training) without scientificmeans. Let us dismiss from the discussion the means thefarmer of a century ago used, supposing they came by naturalprocess, or at least were used before engineers and scientificfarmers were so much respected. Even with emphasis let itbe repeated that scientific agriculture with the same means

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would be impossible. But for those who have burnt theirmidnight oil, studying, planning, hoping, instead of leadingthe happiest of all lives, the farmer’s, the finest of crops couldneither be raised nor harvested. From all parts of the coun-try, from every rural district comes the cry, “Labor isscarce.” The best of alfalfa, that product about which somuch is being said, could not be saved under such conditionsand with old~time methods. A sufficiency of cotton could notbe cultivated with poor implements and no labor, nor couldthe weeds be choked and the corn raised with the plows ofthat day. We must consider the increase in population andthe changed conditions in speaking of these facts. Havingbeen raised, a crop would be of little value without trans-portation.

Western methods will in time be adopted, even in NorthCarolina. Why? Because it pays. It is cheaper to plow a“through” ten feet wide than one ten inches. It is moreeconomical to harvest and thresh the grain at one operationthan With two or three. Power is taking the place of muscle.Engines are taking the place of horses. Machinery is takingthe place of labor.Economy was almost an unknown thing to the average

North Carolinian an hundred years ago. Look, for example,at the cords of wood he burned while (as he left the dooropen) he tried to make one side comfortable at a time. Butthe modern monarch of the fields knows that it is the wastethat keeps him poor. The engineer has brought value to himfor the trees he used to allow to rot. They can be made intopaper. Even the stumps will not be useless. The corn-stalks, of very small good to the land, the barn-yard waste,can be turned into wood alcohol. Hardly a modern farmercan be found without his gas engine. He knows the value,the saving over animal power. The alcohol, millions of gal—lons of which go to waste yearly, will run his engine equallyas well as gasoline, which he must purchase. The hydro-carbons contained in decaying vegetation can be turned into

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heat, power, and light. But never except for the engineerwho furnishes the producer, the engine, the dynamo. Evennow it is being planned to pass the straw from the thresherthrough a machine which reduces it to pulp and then into aprodace1, making gas to be transformed into other kinds ofenergv.

JnlC‘Ctl1c plows are not a dream. With a more perfectstorage battery, ten foot “throughs” can be made, the originalc1:11cnt beinc supplied by the power contained in wastingproducts and vegetation. Almost every kind of waste p1od11etcan be transformed. Even the dead pig will f11111ish a share.The civil engineer too, is doing a noble pa1t toward mak—

ing our countiy better suited to agiiculture. The railroadsbuilds and the canals he const1ucts transport the farmersproducts to the market. The irrigation he plans redeemsmillions of acres of desert and makes thousands of prosper-ous farmers.

Then, truly, the farmer owes much to, and must depend011, the engineer. He cannot as heretofore get his living outof the lavish abundance of nature. He must economize. Heis doing it. He is using everything made for his use. Andwhen we think of it, almost every invention is directly orindirectly for thef1111111e1 and benefits him. The telephone,the telegraph, the railroad, the steamship, the dynamo, themotor, then"gas engine and all improved implements will c011-06-111 him more than they do cven now. T.

INDUSTRIAL OR DENATURED ALCOHOL.

By the term “industrial alcohol” is meant alcohol whichhas been rendered unfit for drinking pu1poses, bv the addi—tion of some substance which imparts a bad taste or order tothe alcohol. Many substances have been suggested for thisdenaturization, some of which are wood alcohol, acetic acid,gum shellac, caustic soda, benzine, carbolic acid, eamphor

THE RED AND WHITE. 149and turpentine. The compound and the amount used in thedenaturization is determined by the government.Having seen why and with what alcohol may be denatur-ized we naturally ask, what is going to be done with this newalcohol when we get it?Now it may be well to state that an erroneous idea existsas to the immediate application of alcohol for purposes ofheating and power production. The public in general isunder the impression that with the introduction of tax-freealcohol the questions of power and heating will in a measurebe revolutionized. Such, however, will not be the case, foreven with the tax off, 95 per cent. alcohol will in all [proba-bility cost thirty—five cents per gallon, at which price it can-not compete with gasoline. , This may be for the present only,as the price of gasoline is steadily advancing and the supplybecoming more limited every year. It is quite possible thatthe time when alcohol and gasoline will be on the same foot-ing is very close at hand.One point which gives alcohol a decided advantage is thatthe danger from explosions is very greatly diminished byusing alcohol in preference to gasoline. Too much stresscannot be put on this fact, as explosions of gasoline are ofdaily occurrence.In spite of the fact that the price of alcohol will be com-paratively high, many inventions are being made to utilizeit as a means of producing heat and power.The most efficient method of obtaining heat from alcoholis to vaporize it and then burn these vapors. This gives asmokeless flame of a very high temperature, with no bad odors. resulting from the combustion.The alcohol motor is at present in the first stages of de—velopment. Enough progress has been made to conclusively

demonstrate that as a means of power production, price eX-cepted, alcohol and gasoline are about equal. The mainpoint of difference in the motor construction is a larger com-bustion chamber is necessary for the alcohol motor.

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As is well known the use of alcohol is not limited to theabove problems; it has a field of almost equal importance inthe “arts.” For example, alcohol is required in the manu-facture of smokeless powder, coal tar colors, varnishes, flavor-ing extracts, artificial vinegar, pharmaceutical preparations,ether, etc. The coal tar colors at present come almost en-tirely from Germany, because our industrial plants cannotcompete with the foreigners, who have tax—free alcohol.Smokeless powder which now sells for about $1.25 per poundcan be sold at about half that price when the tax is removedfrom alcohol. The same is true in all of the many andvaried uses to which alcohol is put industrially.

The outcome of the action of our government in this mat-ter will be to place our industries on an equal footing withthose countries which already have a “tax-free industrialalcohol” law. H. K. M.

IS THE WORLD PROGRESSING?

We hear a good deal said in our day of the “world’s prog-ress,” and the “march of civilization,” and if we were askedto define the meaning of these terms, we would give the ordi—nary idea—pointing to our industrial development, the dis-coveries in science, and the growth of literature, and so on.

The measure of progress, however, is not determined bycomparing the discrepancies of the outward status of oneage with that of the succeeding age. It is found rather inthe effect on the moral and intellectual betterment and hap-piness of the human race which such outward advancementproduces. All apparent advancement which makes ultimatelymore unhappiness than happiness is not progression, butretrogression.

Considering first the changes in literature and its moraland intellectual efiect, we must begin by confessing that theliterature of this age is very inferior to that of the Greeks

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and Romans. We probably have no other literature that willlive as long as Homer’s Iliad or Vergil’s Aeneid. Such pro—ductions as these and the philosophy of Plato and Aristotleseem sublime when we consider that they had but little ma-terial except their own intellect. But what we have lost inquality we have gained in quantity, and the wider circula—tion of literature. It is true that we have had some immortalworks of literature since that time. Works like Dante’sDivine Comedy, Shakespeare’s plays, Goethe’s Faust, Hugo’ssoul—stirring Les Miserables, or the essays of our own Emer-son, will continue to influence men’s actions and hold a com-manding place for all time in the literature of the world.The literature of ancient time, was read only by scholars andnobles. To—day our literature, or books we should say, areread by all classes, and has a tremendous influence for goodor evil. We should feel grateful that this influence is forthe most part good. The novel writers of to-day have agreater influence than ministers and theologians. ‘ This isbecause many times as much time is spent reading fiction asis spent listening to sermons or reading theological disquisi-tions. To-day the novel is the medium through which think—ers and reformers and preachers make known their ideas totheir fellow-men. Rarely is the moral of a novel bad; beingnearly always good, we can see the great influence for goodwhich it has upon its readers. From the above we can seethat although we have not progressed in literature, we havedone so through literature.

In science the advance since ancient times has been re-markable. “Then we compare the speculations of the oldphilosophers as to the nature of physical matter with theaccepted facts of our age we see that the progress of scienceis measured by the present knowledge we have of it. FromThales, who believed that the vital principle of the universewas water, to our modern scientists, who have separatedmatter into elements, and discovered and made practical useof the germ theory, is a long step. And our scientific re-


searches are constantly adding new and valuable discoveriesto the field of science. A scientific text-book which was up-to-date a dozen years ago, is practically obsolete to-day. Somescientists now dare to believe that at some not far distanttime it will be proven that all physical matter reduces to asingle element. Some believe that the secret of animal lifewill soon be given up. By the advancement in medicalscience the average age of man has been increased three orfour years. These illustrations are given to show the prog—ress in science. This progress in science has made possibleour great industrial development and both should be con—sidered together.

Our industrial development has added immeasurably t0the outward conveniences and comforts of life. In ancienttimes the principal mode of locomotion was on foot or horse—bael: on land, and in wooden sail-boats on sea. To-day a manmay go across the United States in five days by rail; trips011 sea. require only a third or fourth of the time taken threecenturies ago; travel through air will soon be common andsafe. \Ve can now send a message to a man in the antipodesin a few hours; we light our towns and residences by elec-tricity where in ancient times tallow candles were used.

“’0 see that we have progressed wonderfully in science andindustrial development. Have we progressed through these?This is a difficult question to answer. It is true that theyhave made the struggle for life less difficult, they have givenman outward comforts which his ancestor did not enjoy.But does a man’s happiness and peace of mind increase withhis creature comforts? I doubt it. In theory they should,but. in practical life the more a man has the more unhappy heis. In a city notice the faces cf the inhabitants. You rarelysee a happy or contented. expression on the face of a man ofaffluence. Go to the rural districts and while you are notimpressed as much with the culture and refinement of coun—try people, you recognize that they are happier and morecontented than their city cousins, who have all the outwardconveniences of life.


In the science of government has the greatest advancementbeen made. From the absolutism of the Egyptian pharaohs,as their sovereigns were called, who were absolute owners ofall the land and people, to governments which have the initia-tive and referendum by which the people have a direct power,is a great stride forward. Of course, popular governmentdoes not exist in all countries to-day. But the great principleis gaining ground every year. In Russia representative gov-ernment will finally triumph, and the Czar’s autocratic powerwill be modified. The Shah of Persia, who is an absolutemonarch, has recently, of his own volition, taken steps togive his country a representative government, and to dimin—ish his own power. The French Revolution did great good inestablishing a government for the people governed and inshattering to a certain extent the almost universal belief inthe divine right of kings. Several centuries ago monarchs,as a rule, were the most selfish men on earth, and thoughtthat the common people were created just to be ruled andnot to be served. To—day a country’s ruler is the highestservant of his people. Compare Louis XIV of France andJames I of England, of a few centuries ago with Emperor

' William of Germany and Theodore Roosevelt of our ownday. These are representative of the rulers in both ages.Has this great advance in popular government made man-

kind better and happier? Undoubtedly. A man grows hap—pier as his freedom increases, and the growth of freedom hasadvanced with and by reason of the progress of popular gov-ernment.

In art as in literature, we do not have a finer art than theancients. The architecture, painting, and sculpture of Greeceand Rome have never been surpassed. As in literature ifwe have lost anything in the quality we are compensated bythe quantity and consequent ease of access by the commonpeople.

In the above we have tried to show our progress in certainlines and the effect of each on the betterment of the race.


Considering the effect as a whole, by comparing the differentages as shown by history, we believe that great progress hasbeen made and that man is ever growing better and happier.While the culture of Greece and Rome has never been sur-passed, yet there were conditions in their society which wasbrutal and savage. The slavery of Rome was terrible.Mommsen says that in comparison with the abyss of suffer-ing of Roman slavery, all negro slavery is but as a drop.Slavery is not now tolerated anywhere. The laborer’s con-dition is ever increasing in betterment and he is led to lookon life with a more hopeful view. The surest way to judgeof a country’s prosperity is to learn the status of the working-man. Education is becoming universal and with the growthof education comes, as a matter of course, a growth of intel-lectuality and morality. Thought in the present day isbroader and freer than ever before. Religion has advanced,and broader views are tolerated. May we not hope that thetime will come when we will have a universal religion, whenall sects will abandon their prejudices and meet on commonground, this ground being that a man’s religion is good if hispurpose and intention in life are noble and good, and if heis seeking to live the higher life as he would live in immor-tality 'é ELDRIDGE.

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JUST A VIOLET.JUST a little violet blue,

Plucked from its place of rest;There bathed in freshening dew,

But now in a volume pressed.When the winter tempest rages,And doth my soul beset,

Then I’ll turn the volume’s pagesT0 find the violet.

’Twill to me solace bring,This faded little flower;

’Twill a song to nature sing,It matters not how drear the hour.

R. J. G.

GRAND-FEE IN FACT AND FANCY.Among the many striking events of the French and Indian

War, there are three which stand out with particular clear—ness. One is Braddock’s defeat near Fort DuQuesne. Theothers are the removal of the Grand—Pre Acadians in 1755,and the battle on the Plains of Abraham, made memorableby the almost coincident death of the opposing leaders. Ofthese the second is, if not the best known, the most romanticand striking, through the influence of a single poem, Evange—line. It may safely be said that the average reader knows itonly through this poem. Whether the impressions thus ob—tained are just is another matter. The question is worthlooking into.

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The characteristics of the Grand-Pre Acadians as pic-tured by Longfellow will be easily remembered. Thesepeople, French in heart and customs, though under Englishrule, are described as a worthy peasantry, care-free, indus—trious, religious, friendly, and singularly generous and hos-pitable.“Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers,—Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free

fromFear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of re—

publics.Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their win-

dows ;But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the

owners;There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abun-

dance.

Every house was an inn, where all were welcome and feasted ;For with this simple people, who lived like brothers together,All things were held in' common, and what one had was an-

other’s.”Dignitaries there were of course in Longfellow’s Grand-

Pre. There was the minstrel and musician, Michael thefiddler, who was both Homer and BeethOven to the village.Higher in dignity if not in popular favor were the black-\smith, Basil Lageunesse, and the aged notary, Rene Leblanc.Most important of all was the good priest, Father Felician,the depository of the conscience, the scanty learning, and theauthority of the village. But under these, and even amongthem, the life of the village was entirely democratic, oreverybody was plebian, which amounted to the same thing.The picture is a beautiful one, and the rude soldiers whodestroyed this rustic paradise have gained from Longfellow’sreaders many a hearty curse.


The story of Grand-Pre, told by Longfellow in hexameters,is told by Francis Parkman in prose. We are fortunate inhaving an account by Parkman; for, in addition to being aman of great ability and unusually broad mind, he was aninvestigator who saw before describing and spared no painsto make every word stand on solid ground of fact.

The Acadians were, says Parkman, “a simple and veryignorant peasantry, industrious and frugal till evil dayscame to discourage them; living aloof from the world, withlittle of that spirit of adventure which an easy access to thevast fur—bearing interior had developed in their Canadiankindred; having few wants, and those of the rudest; fishinga little and hunting in the winter, but chiefly employed incultivating the meadows along the river Annapolis, or richmarshes reclaimed from the Bay of Fundy. . . . Frenchofficials describe their dwellings as wretched wooden boxes,without ornaments or conveniences, and scarcely suppliedwith the most necessary furniture. Two or more familiesoften occupied the same house; and their way of life, thoughsimple and virtuous, was by no means remarkable for clean—liness. Such as it was, contentment reigned among them,undisturbed by what modern America calls progress. Mar-riages were early, and population grew apace. This humblesociety had its disturbing elements; for the Acadians, likethe Canadians, were a litigious race, and neighbors oftenquarreled about their boundaries. Nor were they without abountiful share of jealousy, gossip, and backbiting, to relievethe monotony of their lives.”One of the most beautiful pictures in Evangeline, is that

of the priest and pedagogue, Father Felician. This characteris evidently founded on fact, for we read in Parkman that apriest at Grand-Pre was, to his great credit, unacceptable tothe Canadian authorities because too much concerned withspiritual matters. The typical priest in Acadia was in facta tvrant, and in the peculiar situation of the Acadians, assubjects of Great Britain, a mischief-maker. He was, says


Parkman, “their true government; to him they gave a frankand full allegiance, and dared not disobey him if they would.Of knowledge he gave them nothing; but he taught them tobe true to their wives and constant at confession and mass,to stand fast for the church and King Louis, and to resistheresy and King George; for, in one degree or another, theAcadian priest was always the agent of a double-headed for-eign power,—the bishop of Quebec allied with the governorof Canada.”

This does not represent an extreme case at all. If one bedesired, the case of Joseph Le Loutre may be cited. He wasnominally the missionary to the Micmac Indians in NovaScotia, but really he was an agent of the Canadian govern-ment, keeping the Acadian people, through their priests,loyal (though British subjects) to France and as active aspossible against their new neighbors, the British colonists inand about Halifax. Le Loutre worked commonly through ahorde of Micmac savages, from whom he bought Englishscalps in time of peace, and with whom he frightened theAcadians into helping the French. His bishop once wroteto him: “Is it right for you to refuse the Acadians the sacra-ments, to threaten that they shall be deprived of the servicesof a priest, and that the savages shall treat them as enemies 3”It was such men as this that drove the Acadians into exile.

The history of the Acadians will show that they were infact treated better by the English than by the French. Formore than forty years after the Peace Utrecht, which in1713 made Acadia British territory, the British governmentleft them undisturbed, taxing them rarely if ever, allowingthem the utmost freedom in civil affairs, and requiringnothing but neutrality. Priests who spread sedition weredriven out, but in other matters the Acadians were allowedto do as they pleased. The various British governors werepatient and kindly in their dealings with the Acadians, untilcontinued acts of hostility by these pretended neutrals madeit a military necessity to get them out of the way.

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The fact is that the Acadians owed their misfortunes t0the Canadian government, which worked through such menas Le Loutre. Taught that in aiding France they fought forGod, threatened with the tomahawk and scalping knife inthis world and eternal torment in the next if they did notaid King Louis, they continually committed acts of hos-tility against the English even after they had been subjectsof Great Britain over forty years. Under pretense of neu—trality they joined Indian war parties against British settlers;a number of Acadians helped to defend a French post atBeaubassin in 17 50 ; and when they built Fort Beausejourfor the French and defended it, their doom was pronounced.

It is likely that the Acadians, if left to themselves, wouldhave remained neutral through fear at least. But in theirutter ignorance and dependence, they took orders from theirpriests, who represented in the last instance the King ofFrance. The threats made by Le Loutre and others were notidle. Numbers of Acadians were forcibly removed at leasttwice by the French under cruel circumstances, and fearaided superstition in making them submissive to their Frenchmasters.“New England humanitarianism melting into sentimental:

ity at a tale of woe,” says Parkman, “has been unjust to itsown.” The New England soldiers who removed about sixthousand Acadians between September and December, 1755,were obeying an order cruel enough; but, continues Parkman,“the agents of the French court . . . had made some actof force a necessity. ‘We have seen by what vile practicesthey produced a state of things intolerable, and impossibleof continuance. They conjured up the tempest; and when itburst on the heads of the unhappy people, they gave no help.The government of Louis XV began with making the Aca-dians its tools, and ended with making them its victims.”

GEORGE SUMMEY, JR.


THE JUDGE’S “WHITE ELEPHANT.”

During vacation I became intimately acquainted with anold gentleman who was stopping for the summer at the samehotel that I was.

The old gentleman was introduced to us as Judge Nickles,of New Orleans. I soon learned that he was Chief Justice-of the State from which he came, and that he had been acaptain of a troop of cavalry before the civil war, also one inthe Confederate army. As the Judge jokingly put it, beforethe war I supported “arms,” but after the war was over Ineeded “alms” to support me, as he had his right arm andleg blown off by the explosion of a bomb on the field ofbattle somewhere near Richmond.

After the war Judge Nickles began to practice law in theSouth and became the Chief Justice of his State.

It was a real treat to be at the breakfast table sometimesand hear the Judge tell jokes and anecdotes of his expe-riences.

One morning soon after breakfast I was sitting on theporch with Judge Nickles, enjoying the sea breeze, while Iwas waiting for some young ladies to get ready to go out fora sail. He asked me if he had ever told me the story abouthis “IVhite Elephant.” I told him that I had not, and wouldbe glad if he would tell it to me.He began by saying, “During the ’40’s I was captain of a

troop of Cavalry in the Tenth Regiment, which was sta-tioned, during the fall and early winter of 1846, in SouthernCalifornia. \Ve had very little to do, as we were stationedthere to protect the white settlers from the Indians, and theIndians at this time were very quiet and peaceable. \Vehad but very little to amuse us except what little amusementthe troopers had among themselves or with a tribe of' friendlyIndians who were camping near us.

“In this tribe of Indians there was a young Indian buckwho came over to our camp almost every day and helped the‘boys’ with their horses and other duties for cast-off uniforms


or tobacco. This young Indian was of a very jovial dispo—sition, and for this cause the boys soon nick-named himJovial Joe. ‘Joe,’ as he was better known and more oftencalled, soon learned to speak English fairly well. One dayafter he had been off on a long hunt he came over to ourcamp and told us of a beautiful young ‘white squaw’ he hadseen in the camp of a tribe of friendly Indians, but a day’sjourney to the South of us. Joe said that he had seen herevery time he visited this camp for many ‘moons.’ This atonce aroused the curiosity of all the officers of the regimentand many of the men. Rescue parties began to be talked ofat once, as it was the general belief among the men that thisyoung ‘white squaw’ was some white child which the Indianshad kidnapped and were keeping to grow up as an Indianand become the wife squaw of some young ‘brave.’ Manyof the officers were in favor of taking a party of the menand going over to the camp and either steal this girl or takeher by force. 001. Bisco, who was colonel of our regiment,heard of these plans and called us up to his headquarters andwarned us to mind what we did, and not try to do anythingto raise the wrath of the Indians, as it might prove seriousfor some of the settlers, in the form of a raid upon their stockor even a massacre. Col. Bisco suggested that perhaps wecould buy her for a small value by letting Joe go over and dothe purchasing for us. This plan struck us as being far betterthan our former plan, and we began to discuss it, not onlyamong the officers, but among the men, for it seemed thatevery man in our regiment was getting interested. Aftertalking it over among them we decided to send Joe over withbeads, tobacco, old castaway uniforms or any trinkets thatIndians prize highly, to buy this white girl if possible. Mostof the officers and many of the men ‘throwed in’ and bought;a large quantity of beads—red beads, just such as Indiansprize most highly—and several pounds of tobacco. We thentold Joe of our plans and he seemed to be ‘all in’ for the trip,and began to feel his importance a great deal. We planned


to send him as soon as we could make all the arrangements.So early on the morning before Christmas we started Joe offtoward the distant Indian camp, with an additional horseleading behind, carrying the beads, tobacco, etc., to buy thegirl and to bring her back with. Joe told us that if all wentwell he would be back late in the evening of the next day.‘When the time came for him to arrive fully half of the regi—ment came out to the edge of camp to see what he was goingto bring with him. Late the next evening one of the officersspied Joe through his field glasses coming from the south,leading the extra horse, which appeared to have some oneon it. It began to grow dark rapidly about this time, andbefore he reached camp it was real dark. “Then he arrivedwe found that he had brought a girl of about seventeen yearsold, and whose face was much bedecked with paint—not thekind that girls of that age use now, but real Indian paint~and all over her face, so that it was hard to tell but that shewas really Indian, except for the shape of her face, whichtold that she was no Indian.

“There was but one woman in camp, and she was a rathercoarse, but good-hearted woman, of Irish descent, Mrs. Riley,wife of the first sergeant of my company, who was a thorough—bred Irish. IVe turned the girl over to Mrs. Riley, who, asshe afterwards declared, scrubbed the girl’s face until shewas afraid she would rub the skin off in order to remove thepaint which those ‘varmints’ put on there. When Mrs. Rileybrought the girl out the next morning for us to see, to ourdelight she was indeed beautiful, having a graceful figureand a very intelligent face. She seemed a little shy for thefirst day, but soon began to roam over camp, and by hersmiles and knowing glances soon won the hearts of all themen. She could not speak a word of English and we couldnot speak any of her Indian language. One of the oldtroopers jokingly suggested that we call her EVe for two rea-sons: first, that she came to us on Christmas eve; second,because she was the first girl ever in our camp. The name


Eve was readily adopted as her name, and she was known bythis. Everybody was anxious to do something to help andplease Eve. When some one was wanted to ride up to SanFrancisco, which then was but a small mining town, forgoods to make dresses for Eve, many offered their services,although it was a long and dangerous ride. After she} hadbeen with us for about two months she began to pick up a fewEnglish words, and then almost all at once she began tospeak simple words very easily, and learned how to use themrapidly. When she learned enough to converse, we discoveredwhy she learned so rapidly. \Vhen she became able to do so,she told how she came to be with the Indians. She said thatabout four or five summers before, she was with her fatherin a ‘prairie schooncr’ coming west in search of gold withtheir whole family two girls, one brother and her mother.One day they were attacked by a band of Indians, and as shethought, all of them were murdered by the Indians exceptherself, and that she was taken to the camp by the chief, andhad been kindly treated after the Indian fashion, and hadbeen with them ever since. She soon forgot how to speak herown tongue, and learned the Indian, and when Joe wentafter her she did not want to leave, but the chief made hergo in exchange for the beads and tobacco which Joe carried.Eve gradually improved in every way that could be eX-pected under the circumstances, and began to be very beau-tiful in spite of the wild life she had led and was still leading.Colonel Bisco became very much attached to her, and took iton himself to try to teach her to read and write. She was avery apt pupil and. she seemed to look toward the Colonel asher protector and advisor. She learned from Mrs. Rileyhow to keep a tent neat and clean, and when the Colonel wasout looking after the affairs of the camp or on drill, shewould shyly go into his tent and arrange his bedding andequipments as neatly as none but a woman can. ColonelBisco would often declare that a ‘sure enough’ fairy had paidhis tent a visit. The men became more and more attached to


her. It appeared as if each man in the regiment felt thathe wanted to please her just a little more than any one elsecould, and every one seemed to think it his duty to try to dosomething to make it pleasant for her. On account of herjolly, sunshiny disposition she became the life and soul ofthe whole camp life. One old rough trooper declared that hefelt as if he had been banished to Siberia if he was sent outof camp all day and did not hear Eve’s merry, childish voice.

“As spring began to open, camp affairs began to take asudden change. The Indians became restless on account ofso many new settlers coming in on their hunting grounds.We were forced to break camp several times and chase somebloodthirsty band further down south or force them ‘to begood.’ This change of circumstances readily brought up adiscussion as to what was to be done with Eve. We readilysaw that we could not keep her nor Mrs. Riley with us onaccount of dangers and hardships they would have to gothrough in marching so much. About this time Mrs. Rileywas suddenly taken very ill of some strange malady peculiarto that section of country at that time, and in spite of all theregimental physicians, Sergeant Riley or even Eve’s constantand tender devotions, could do, Mrs. Riley died and wasburied in a beautiful place in the valley in which we werecamping.

“After the death of Mrs. Riley the question as to what wasto become of Eve began to be discussed again and became amore serious problem as the Indians were giving more andmore trouble all the time.

“One day after a skirmish with a small band of Indians,3. group of us were discussing what was to be done with Eveif this condition of affairs continued. One of the lieutenantsof my company remarked that she was getting to be a real‘white elephant’ on our hands. This remark caused someamusement among them, but among the men Eve was nowtalked of as our white elephant.

“At last Sergeant Boynton, who had seen a good deal ofWestern life, suggested that perhaps all of Eve’s people were


not killed, but escaped and were living in some of the manysmall mining camps that were springing up very rapidly onaccount of the rich finds of gold. This idea struck the menas a good one, and it was suggested that we send one of themen up to San Francisco, which was beginning to be a good-sized mining town and boasted of a newspaper, which hadjust been started. We sent a man up to San Francisco withinstructions to have printed in this paper a short sketch ofEve’s story and advertised for any of her people if theyshould be living. Sure enough, in less than a month, a youngminer from near San Francisco saw this piece in the paperand came down to see if it was his sister, as the circumstanceswhich Eve described fitted a similar adventure that he hadbeen in and was left for dead by the Indians, but came to,and found another party and went on to the gold regions withthem. This young man instantly recognized Eve as his littlesister, whom he thought was murdered by the Indians withhis mother and father. Eve was somewhat shy of her brotherat first, and did not want to go back with him, but at lastconsented when Colonel Bisco took her in his arms, and withtears in his eyes told her that she would be happier with herbrother than in camp with the rough soldiers. She at lastconsented to go with her brother, and when time came for herto leave she cried as if her heart would break, and tried totell every man in the regiment good-bye, but Colonel Biscoclasped her in his arms, and kissed her and jokingly toldher he was telling her good-bye and kissing her for the wholeregiment.

“As this young man left camp that morning with Eve, ‘ourlittle Eve,’ riding on the saddle in front of him, there werebut few dry eyes among a whole regiment of weather-beatentroopers, and many a man of them felt down in his heart asif this young man was robbing us of the joy of the wholecamp, although we knew it was the best for Eve we all weresorry to see her go.”

Just then I heard some one calling me and looked aroundto find the young ladies ready, and declaring they had been


waiting an hour. I thanked the Judge for his story and wenton the sail, but many times during the day I thought of theJudge’s white elephant, and what became of her and whereshe was—now. GEO. H. ’07.

EVEN UNTO THE END.

St. Louis was decorated with the colors of every nation.Her streets were swarmed with humanity and covered deepwith confetti. The bare branches of the trees on each sideof the walks hung heavily decked and rain-bow like, brilliantwith red, white and blue. Carriages, cabs and 'omnibuseshalted midway in route to the exhibition grounds, unable tomove for hours; the large, white horses on every side gazed atthe crowd in wonder while they impatiently waited.From windows, women and children flung confetti upon

the passing crowd below, while higher yet advertisements inelectrics traced themselves slowly, but most delicately intolarge designs and letters of fire, then disappear and reappearas if some mighty, invisible hand had written them, and thenrubbed them out.A beauty this city was, wild with hilarity, shrieking with

shouts, maddening with the crush and crams and jumblethrough which two persons walked silently, quietly, tran-quilly, as though they walked through some fragrant countrylane, dew-bedizened, with only the stars above to tell thestory.The youngest of the two, a boy in appearance, looked down

into two bright eyes at his side, and said with a tremblingvoice: “So this is the last night, and to-morrow I must go.”

“To-morrow,” she repeated and sighed.“Of course, you’ll write me? Surely you will have a letter

waiting for me when I get back to old Kentucky? It willjust be fine to get a letter after a long and lonely ride.”

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THE RED AND WHITE. 167“Haven’t we decided that it would be the best to forget,

forget that we ever met, but I think we can remember it aswe do our fancied dreams of wonderland.”

“It is you who decided,” said he. “As for me, well per-haps it would be the best; I don’t know, perhaps it would.I have met many before and forgot. But how can I 2”They walked on in silence, and for several steps nothing

was said by either, but ere-long he answered his own ques-tion. “I cannot; I will not forget the hour I first met you.Even though—”A rubber—comeback ball tapped on her shoulder. She

turned; a man dashed a handful of confetti in her face, andlaughing, fled, crying, “Get confetti, get confetti.”She managed, by the aid of her handkerchief, to get all the

confetti out of her eyes, then she hid her burning face in thesleeve of his coat. He pressed her head closely against hisarm.

“There! there!” he said, “you must remember I don’twant to see you cry, for after to-night I may never see youagain. You’ll promise not to cry any more, won’t you? Iknew you would.”The boulevards were lined with mirrows. She stopped tolook at her wet eyes, and arrange her hair, which had be

come very tangled with confetti. He, too, peered into theglass. How tall he was, fair—faced, broad—shouldered andyoung. How young!She compared his face with hers. In truth she lookedolder than ever before. She shut her eyes. The difference

hurt. It was that his youth, which seemed to be separatingthem.How well she remembered then that soon after she firstmet him he had said, “I am young.” It was those three

words that she had dreamed over, thought over, for theyseemed to have put her off from him as if he had used one ofhis strong arms.


Back of them, reflected in the mirrow, were the crowdedpeople, clowns, and agents of the exhibition, all busy doingsomething for amusement.

She turned away and sighed and took his arm again. Withevery breath she drew, she longed for the support of hisyouth, of his strength; she, who knew so well what it was tolive alone and to lack support. By putting forth her hand,she could have it. But she would not. No! she could notaccept, for he had said when he first met her, “I am young,”If she accepted, what would it be afterwards?

Tears were lingering on her rosy red cheeks; she heardnot his pleading voice, for she was thinking of what might bein store for her in the future. Could it be happiness or sor-row; had she not had her share of sorrow? Would he everthink her older than he? What would he say if he knew shewas older? She knew as well as if she had traveled the mar-ried life that a woman must grow older, but it seemed to herthat the man—a man l—stayed young forever.

The difference in their ages she could easily count on thefingers of her two hands, and then have fingers left over;but that difference—those years—formed, it seemed to her,a gulf deep, strong and wide enough to separate them, as thedepth, strength and swiftness of the sea separate two greatcountries.Two passing clowns showered them again with confetti;

but he brushed it out of her eyes, and out of her hair, touch—ing the collar of her coat with gentle fingers, and shaking outher sleeves.“How am I ever to leave you 2,, he whispered, his lips

close to her ear.“I don’t know; I can’t see; I have never been able to tell,”

she said, lightly as if the thought of the coming separationwas not weighing on her own heart like lead. “How you evercame to care for me at all; how did it happen any way; eX-plain yourself.”“How dare you speak to me in such a manner?”

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Drawing her hand through his arms, and holding it, hewalked on.

“It is impossible to explain,” he told her; “quite impos-sible. Ask any man who loves a woman, or any woman wholoves a man, and you will have the same answer. It comesof itself; it is inexplicable.”

Everywhere about them swarmed the maniac crowd, bothto their front and to their rear, while at their sides theypassed cafes after cafes at whose little tables sat people inpairs, covering their chocolate with saucers, drinking theirbeer, stealthily covering it again for fear that some confettior carnival fan might come in contact with it. On each sideof the walks little dark—eyed lads sold confetti from littlecarts, but the two walked on in silence.

Soon the silence was broken, for the young man was gettinganxious to know what could be the matter with the maidenat his side. He had proposed everything he could think offor her amusement, but she refused to accept anything what‘ever. I

“So, this is the last night I shall ever be with you.” Along time afterwards, he added, “I may never see youagain.” But still no answer came. Shuddering, he closed hishand over hers, lying on his sleeve. A Spanish girl, smilinglyshowing all her teeth, buried the two hands with confetti,and playfully tapped them with her carnival fan, and wenton.

“Suppose,” he panted, “that I should never see youagain? Would you ever care if you never did 2”

“Listen!” She spoke very slowly and softly for fear hervoice might break. “What matter if you did not. Be pa-tient. Life is short, and made up of renunciation. Minehas been. It is there we find our strength.”

Turning to one side they faced another mirrow. Thistime her eyes looked back at her; they seemed to be deeper,darker and sadder than ever before. They belied the courageof her words. Once he had said, “You have the eyes of a


child.” But she now realized that those eyes which staredback at her were not the eyes of a child, but instead they werethe eyes of a woman.

She again for the third time since noon looked from themto him with a sudden rush of tenderness, biting her lips hardto keep back the words that fought for expressions. Life hadtaught her lessons.“Some day,” she cried, “by and bye, when you have lived

the years between, and I am young and beautiful again—perhaps we shall meet again.

“\Vhat do you mean? Do you mean that I must wait tomeet you again in that other world?”

“Another world; why I believe but little of the theory ofanother world.”

“Wait a while. It seldom comes to any one, that belief,until they have lost all hope in this world. You’ll not tellme again that you, so young, so fresh, so strong, have lost allhope?”“You sadden me,” he cried, impatiently. A clown being

near caught up the words, and on they went, echoing downthe boulevards, passed mockingly from mouth to mouth——“You sadden me! You sadden me!”

“\Vhy should you lose hope?” he demanded. “I am theone to lose hope.”

Then gently, as if he held out firm fingers to a child justbeginning to totter, he said to her, “Come to me.”

Her heart throbbed to suffocation. For some reason thewords caused her resolution to waver. She thought as shehad never thought before. Could there be any harm to claspthose strong and healthy arms that were held out to her?Would it not be much pleasanter, happier and better to walkby the side of a protector, yes, by the side of him forever inthis world?

In the light of his tender love and care she could renewher youth, which she had wasted to her sorrow.

“Old Maid!” She hated the word. It had been the pass-word of her young life. Looking up and smiling into his


eyes she felt a new sensation, a sensation which was burninganew within her heart. It was love, a love and feeling to-ward him that she had never had for any other but him.He who had resolved to keep quiet soon discovered that she

was studying him more than ever before. It appeared to himthat she was trying to read his very thoughts. Gazing downinto her dark eyes with a smile, at once his eyes widened witha sudden joy. Although they were younger, he had read herthoughts and therefore he was glad. He saw that she wasthinking and studying as she had never done before.At his side she walked with a burning heart; she had begun

to realize what it was to be in love—why he had answeredher as he did only two hours ago. Yes, she now appreciatedthe young life and love waiting to be clasped by her. Andshe had almost determined to accept him and tell him howher heart was burning within her. After all she was notmuch older than he.He had let go her hand, and was walking a little to one

side when some clowns seeing that they had separated pushedtheir way between them, stopped and began to fill her eyeswith confietti, while masked men on ever side hurried heronward, pelting her with soft rubber balls. She, as most allwomen do, soon became exhausted, and then she cowered andsought refuge behind other persons who by chance happenedto be near. But they pelted her all the more. She wonderedwhere he was, what caused him to forsake her at this needfulhour? But her thoughts were soon stopped, for she saw himlooking through the crowd for her, and when he saw her hedashed through and forbade any more of their cowardice.In another moment she was in his arms. He led her to aside street, where he released her, and stood looking wist—fully into her face.

“It must be the last time,” said he, “for you refuse to bemine.”He would have drawn her toward him, but, no, he feared;

time was too short and precious to make any mistake now.


Rushing on, they walked swiftly through the dark streetshomeward.

“Don’t tempt me!” she begged, breathlessly; “don’t youdare to tempt me I”At the door he said: “I’ll take a dare; yes, I’ll take thou-

sands of them from you, for you are worth every one.”She pressed her trembling face against his shoulder. He

raised her head, and said: “Let me look into your eyes, then;yes open them, your beautiful eyes, and look at me once moreout of them. They may never see me again. But before Igo, I want you to remember that ‘I dare to tempt.’ BeforeI go I am going to ask you two questions, and then perhapsI’ll never see your young, sweet face again; those eyes thatI love so dearly.”The questions—what are the questions?“\Von’t you be my wife, and go with me to Kentucky,

where I may see you after to-night 2”She looked up into his face, and answered him with a de-

termined and deliberate answer, for she too wanted to seehim again.

“I’ ll go even unto the end of the earth with you.”(SHORTY) OVERTON, ’07.

THE BIOLOGICAL STATION AT NAPLES.

The biologist interested in research turns to Naples and itsbiological laboratory as the one place best adapted for furtherstudy of his problems. The “Station,” as the biological in-stitution of that city is called, was established in 1872374.-by the German naturalist, Dr. Dohrn, for the purpose offacilitating a thorough scientific investigation of the animaland vegetable world of the Mediterranean Sea. The greaterpart of the expense was borne by Dr. Dohrn himself, but theGerman government contributed twenty-five thousand dollarsto the building fund. Since that time Germany has con-

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tributed an annual fund for the support of the institution, ashave also Great Britain, United States, Holland, Belgium,Switzerland, Austria-Hungary, Russia and Spain. All these \nations pay stipends for the privilege of sending biologist to Ithe station to make use of the advantages of the institution. ,It is interesting to note that France does not contribute to ‘the support of the institution, nor does she send her investi- llgators to Naples to study. At the time of the establishment 2of the station the bitterness between Germany and France, 'resulting from the Franco-Prussian war, was still so fresh dthat the possibility of co-operation of Germans and French '5‘in any enterprise was not to be considered. A noted French “scientist when approached upon the subject of the establish— jment of the institution and asked to make a contribution Tfirmly declared that he would yield up all claim to science jand resign forever his position and rank at the mere hint thata Frenchman was willing to labor in common with a Germanin any enterprise, either civil or military. This illustratesthe bitter hatred which exists largely between these nationsto this day.The station buildings are charmingly located in a beau-

tiful park, or “villa” as it is called, overlooking the beautiful “Ibay of Naples, and facing Naples’ fashionable drive, “Via ‘Caracciolo.” The park itself is Italian in its plan, and isembellished with trees of various descriptions, among whichare many palms. These grow to some size, and are veryeffective in their arrangement. Here in the park are twosmall temples in honor of Virgil and Tasso; also a number ‘of statutes to famous Neapolitans. The park is rarely de-serted, but the busiest and gayest scenes occur when the daily iconcerts take place in winter from 2 to 4, and in the warm ?]season from 9 to 11. Then, also, the Via Caracciolo is the fcurso of the fashionable world. .1Here are to be seen ladies exquisitely gowned apparently A

in brilliant humor, gentlemen gay and debonair, their equip-ages the smartest, and most elegant to be seen anywhere. L


Of thes station itself there is so much of interest even tothe casual observer. Here is an aquarium containing anabundant stock of curious marine animals of every descrip-tion. Among the contents are numerous varieties of cuttle~fish, numerous beautifully colored fish of the Mediterranean,a great many kinds of living coral, beautiful medusae, crestedblubbers, many extraordinary looking crabs, cray—fish, pipe-fish, etc. The presence of a large octopus adds much to theinterest of the visitor. Visitors are permitted to touch therays and receive the electric shock from which the fish derivesits name. The feeding of the octopus is an affair of muchinterest, and never fails to draw a crowd of spectators.

The resident staff of the institution proper consists of Dr.Pohrn himself and eight or ten permanent naturalists, andupwards of twenty assistants of various kinds. A smallsteam yacht, a steam launch, and a flotilla of sailing androwing boats are maintained for dredging, and the otherequipments are also on a scale of great completeness. Theinstitution publishes extensive accounts of its proceedings,sends microscopic and other preparations to all the leadingmuseums and laboratories in Europe, and in various wayshas fairly asserted itself as the central point for the study ofmarine biology.The Smithsonian Institution at Washington is largely

responsible for the maintenance of a research table for biolo—gists from the United States, and students pursuing thisbranch of science are appointed by the management of theSmithsonian Institution. Within recent years one or twoof the leading universities of the country have contributedto the support of the station, and are sending their represen-tative men there for further study.

Naples perhaps more fully than any other place in theworld offers opportunity for a perfect combination of workand play to the scientist. Here is the most remarkable insti-tution for scientific study to be found anywhere. Naples asa city of sights is fascinating. Wonderfully interesting are


its people. Here one sees extremes, wealth, comfort, luxury,and, on the other side, the most degraded and forsaken ofearth’s children. Here are wonderful libraries, museums, artgalleries, churches, stores, shops, everything to allure atraveler. Within an hour or two by rail or street-car or car—riage are the most interesting places to be seen in all Europe.Vesuvius, Pompeii, Baiae, the islands of Ischia and Capri,with their fascinating attractions, the beautiful country ofAmalfi and Sorrento offers much in the way of diversion tothe sojourner in the beautiful city of Naples.

MRS. F. L. STEVENS.West Raleigh.

LINES ON AN INCIDENT IN THE “BATTLE OFRICHMOND.”

Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward,En route for RichmondRode the six hundred.Elash’d all their colors bright,Warm red and spotless white,Hopes to their topmost height,Rode the six hundred.And when the game began,On to our goal they ran,Fighting as man to man.All the town wondered!On through the line they broke,Not heeding dust or smoke,And made a touchdown stroke,Joyful six hundred!

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Hark! the wild yells abate.Though the team’s work was great,’Twas a sad blow of fate-Some one had blund’red.Some one had let our ballInto their clutches fall.And to the ground dash’d allThe hopes of six hundred.

As the sun sank from sight, IThe game was won by might.Home through the gloomy night— iWith faith never sund’red— iHope in our next year’s men, ICharity to all, and then ’They rode back againA loyal six hundred!!!

S. U. B.

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That this we advise.

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WE are pleased to announce that Secretary Walton will,after spending the Christmas holidays at his home in Missis-sippi and at his alma mater, the University of Mississippi,go as an official representative from the A. and M. Collegeof North Carolina to the Southwestern Students’ Conferencefor Y. M. C. A. workers, which meets at the A. and M. Col-lege of Louisiana, Ruston, Louisiana, early in January. Weunderstand that he is scheduled for some important lecturework at that conference, and we trust that he will do honorto himself and to our A. and M., and that he will bear a greatinfluence in helping to build up the Y. M. C. A. work in oursister States. .

Only a few Sundays ago the Association had the greatpleasure and privilege of hearing an interesting lecture by ourpopular Commandant, Lieut. Young. His subject was, “ATrip to the Philippines.” More than the usual crowd at-tended, and at the close of the lecture a cheer went up “likeunto the good old foot-ball days.” The trip began from Jef—ferson Barracks, Missouri, where Lieut. Young was at thattime stationed. He carried the audience across the States toNew York; across the Atlantic in one of the magnificentarmy transports; through the Strait of Gibraltar, the Medi-terranean Sea, the Suez Canal and the Red Sea; and thence,along the coast of Asia to Manila. Stops were made at themore important cities along the route. The interesting de-scription of the modes of living, progress, habits, and char-acteristics of the various people, cities, and countries madethe lecture one of the most instructive we have heard.. This was the first lecture of a series on the subject. Otherswill follow during the winter and spring terms. If youmissed the first one be certain not to miss the others.


A co-operative movement is on foot here and at Trinity andthe University to organize and hold a joint Bible Institutebetween the three schools. This Institute will probably beheld at Chapel Hill shortly after Christmas. Such men asClayton S. Cooper, Bible Secretary of the International Com-mittee of the Y. M. C. A.; W. D. VVeatherford, TravelingSecretary for the Southern States, and others will lecture atthis meeting, and give the benefits of their long experiencesas Bible students and teachers to the Bible—class leaders ofour schools. It is hoped that all the leaders and secretariesof our Bible-classes will be able to attend this institute. Atleast twenty men must go.

The Association is very much indebted to Dr. Hill for hissplendid and inspiring address last Sunday. But for thelack of space we cannot even give a synopsis of his address, asmuch as we would like to do so.

EARGLE, Cor. Sec.

In View of the fact that at the beginning of the sessionthere was some doubt as to whether this College could raisea budget of $1,290 for the support of the work of the Y. M.C. A. \Ve will print the report of the treasurer for Decem-ber 1st:

THE RED AND WHITE.

RECEIPTS.Brought forward ................... $ 5.00Profit on schedules .................. 5.80Bursar . 90.00Business men . 22.50Alumni . 7.50Dues . 97.75Student subscriptions ............... 22.45Senior subscriptions ................ 30.00Faculty subscriptions ............... 70.00Trunks . 124.80

$375.80

Receptions . $ 25.93Books . 56.37Mission Com. ...................... 2.70Printing . 6.90Incidentals . . 10.90

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190.00

$342.80Of the $922.20 which remains to be collected, $210 was

given by the trustees, and $342.40 has been subscribed, whichleave only $369.80 to be raised.

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THANKSGIVING DAY (RICHMOND).

THE slogan “On to Richmond” thrilled the A. and M.College and Raleigh as something new and wonderful, for itwas the expression and realization of a steady and vigorousathletic growth at our College, which when considered fallsshort of nothing save marvelous. Yes, marvelous is theword, for none other fits the situation as completely. Justthink, six years ago A. and M. was the laughing—stock of allthe colleges and universities in this neighborhood. To- daywe are looked upon as one of the leaders in Southern ath-letics. Our goal is not reached yet, and we are climbing tobigger and higher things for next year and years to come.We know no retrogression, but the Yale of the South is ourdetermination, and to this end we shall strive. Never wasthe A. & M. so sure of her standing as a leader in Southernathletics as she was Thanksgiving Day.The first big game we had ever played on that day, and

yet Mr. Gattis tells us more people followed our team toRichmond than ever left North Carolina before to see a foot-ball game. Then, too, the attendance in Richmond was justas large as the regular Carolina-Virginia game. This isremarkable when we think that the A. and M. hasn’t a dozengraduates in Richmond, while University of Virginia andNorth Carolina have hundreds to boost their Thanksgivinggame. All this goes to show that A. and M. has passed overthe experimental stages, and is a full-fledged college, recog-nized and respected.

The game in Richmond was unquestionably the biggestthing A. and M. has ever engaged in, and we feel proud thatit passed off so nicely and squarely without squabble or hitch;nobody was seriously hurt, and the spectators were presented

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with a brilliant article of ball; prevented from seeing A. andM. win, because of a mistake in two fundamental principles,namely, catching punts and fumbling passes. This lost thegame for us, as it has lost for hundreds of others, but weexpect to go after ’em next year with strong determination,for surely luck won’t eternally be against us. It is notpleasant to write of this Thanksgiving game, for it seemed asthough A. and M. couldn’t lose. Our men went at the Vir—ginians like hungry lions after beef, and ought to have scoredin the first five minutes. Then it was after an attemptedplace kick by Thompson that V. P. I. kicked the ball twicefor eighty yards and regained it each time.

This success put the A. and M.’s goal in danger, andV. P. I. tried a place kick which failed, and the teams foughton with the ball in V. P. I. territory most of the time. Firsthalf was over and the score was nothing to nothing. In thefirst part of the second half V. P. I. having the wind, out-played A. and M., but towards the last A. and M. took V. P.L’s line into bits and carried the ball to V. P. I.’s two-yardline and over for a touchdown, only to fumble and lose thegame. It’s sad to contemplate, but the fellow who failed toscore suffered more and deeper than any one. This gameclosed the season for A. and M., and a very successful season,too; lost one game, with only ten points against us, to our104.We cannot close without saying a word commending Cap-

tain Wilson and his team for their valiant fight and willingsacrifice.

Especially do the thanks of all students go out to BigSykes, Perkins, Wilson, Hardie and Shuford, who graduatein June. Their work has been of the hardest kind, and theyhave gone at it with a spirit and determination that deservespraise and appreciation from a loyal student body. In thewrite-ups of most the games not much has been said of Sykesand Perkins, yet these fellows are the hub of the wheel, andhave fought well many a battle for A. and M. They have

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staved off defeat where it seemed certain and wrenched vic—tories from our opponents when victory looked impossible.

All praise to these fellows and the whole team. While theyare. leaving in person, yet we expect of them loyal support inthe interest of our athletic success.

There are arrangements being perfected now in whichexpression in a substantial manner will be given to the greatand victorious foot—ball team of 1906.

THE UNIV. OF N. C. TELEGRAPHS V. P. I. TOBEAT A. AND M.

Much has been printed of this most unfortunate and un-wise action on the part of some one at our own State Uni~versity.

The writer says some, for he nor the student body of theA. and M. College have ever believed that any such telegramexpresses the sentiment of the student body of the Universityof North Carolina.

It’s a cowardly trick when your brother is in a fight to sicon the other fellow, hoping your brother will be featen.

This would be the role of the University had that telegrambeen sent after some concerted action of the students atChapel Hill. Such is not the case, and the whole State, thealumni of the University, and a majority of the students,have had to suffer for what a few over—enthusiastic youngstershave done.

The A. and M., as well as all the other friends of the Uni-versity, regret sincerely that the mistake has been made, andwe close this season of foot—ball with “malice towards nonebut charity for all.” '


JUNIORS, 0; SOPHOMOREs, 0.

A few years ago a cup was given by the Athletic Committeeof the College to be won each year by the champion foot—ballteam of the under-classmen, Freshman, Sophomore and Jun-ior. The purpose of this cup is to develop foot—ball playersfor the Varsity team and also to infuse class spirit. Satur-day, November 17th, was the day set apart for the first gameof the series. Never was there a more enthusiastic crowdthan witnessed the game on that day at 3: 30 on our NewAthletic Field. The nucleus of the players and the nervesof the spectators were strung to their highest tension whenthe Juniors kicked off to the Sophomores and stopped the ballon their twenty—yard line, and it went over to the Juniorsafter the Sophomores’ third down. At this moment thingsseemed gloomy for one side, and glorious for the other. Theball stayed in the Sophomores’ territory practically the en-tire first half. The Sophomores tried three forward passesin this half, out of which number two were successful, whilethe Juniors resorted to one and failed. .

In the next half the Sophs kicked off to the Juniors and LEagle received it on the twenty-yard line, carrying it twentymore. The Juniors tried two forward passes, but were un— ‘successful in both; while the Sophomores also failed in two ‘,forward passes, they made good gains in three others. Thosewho were especially to be noticed for good playing wereBlack, Eagle, Von Glahn, Lattimore, Witherspoon, FOX,Porter and Harrison.

JUNIORs, 6; SOPHOMORES, O.

The tie in foot-ball between the Juniors and Sophomores :for the championship of these two classes was played off the

, 4th of December. The game resulted in favor of the former, l,T the score being 6 to 0. Only one touchdown was made during L.

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who got the ball on a fumble, and ran 40 yards. The gamewas a hard-fought one, the result being in doubt until thereferee’s whistle blew for time up.

The two teams were evenly matched, as can be seen by theresult of last game, and this one. The Juniors were a littlethe heaviest, while the Sophomores were much swifter andgot off their plays much better.

The game was called at 4: 00 P. M., and Poyner of theJuniors kicked off. The Sophomores advanced the ballabout 25 yards by line bucks. Then the ball went over tothe Juniors on downs, and they advanced it about 8 yards,and then was forced to punt. After this the ball was in pos-session of first one team, then the other during the remainderof the half, neither side being able to score.

Although the ball stayed in the middle of the field duringthis half, the Sophomores did the best playing. They ad-vanced the ball farther in straight foot—ball than their op-ponents, but the latter made up their gains by their abilityto punt further.

After ten minutes of rest the second half began by theSophomores kicking off. The ball was then advanced by theJuniors toward their goal by line rushes and punts. Whenthe Juniors had advanced the ball to their 50—yard line theyhad to punt. This punt was fumbled by Steel, and VonGlahn getting the ball on a bound ran 40 yards for a touch—down, the only one being made in the game. Poyner kickedgoal, making the score 6 to 0 in the Juniors’ favor.

The ball was then kicked off again by the Juniors, andafter a few downs the referee’s whistle blew for time up, thusending the game, with the ball in Junior’s possession on their15-yard line. This half favored the Juniors, and the ballwas in their opponents’ territory all the time except in oneinstance.

The features of the game were the punting of Poyner andline bucking of Steel. The stars for the Juniors were Black,


Lattimore, and Von Glahn. The the Sophomores, Fox, Por-ter, and Witherspoon.

LINE—UP.Junions. Sophomores.

Von Glahn ........, . . . . Center ................. RiggsZiglar ................. L. G. ................ CravenBecton, Stanback ....... R. G. ............ VVitherspoonBurgess, Becton ......... L. T. .............. HarrisonCouncill ............... R. T. ................ MorrisGainey ................ L. E. ............... MarshallDunlap ................. R. E. ............. HaywoodPoyner ............... Q. B. ................. PorterLattimore ............. L. H. B. ................. FoxBlack (Capt) ......... R. H. B. ......... Gray (Capt)Eagle ................. F. B. .................. Steel

SUBSTITUTES. Couch, Spruill, Towe, Sumner. dUmpire—Sykes. Referee—Shuford. Head Linesman—

Whitehurst. Time-keepers—Dupree and Hampton.

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EDITORIALS.

THIS issue of the BED AND VVILITE comes with the closeof the first half of the college year, and with the joyous home-gatherings and happy Christmas festivities in View we areonly too glad to lay aside our work and enjoy its pleasures.The Freshman goes gladly home with a swing and swagger,to relate to the credulous family marvelous stories of his newlife and of how he daringly out-witted the Sophs, who wereso desirous of helping in his education. He gives them theimpression, very mildly, that he knows it all, and that the l

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remaining three and a half~ years are merely a formaility thathas to be gone through with.

The hilarious Sophomore is a trifle wiser and the pictureshe paints of work done in the class-room are less vivid thanthose he painted on the Fresh.

His tales of hair-raising treatment of the new men and thealarming escapages have such a tinge of realism and dashof true life that his hearers envy him.The Junior is not so jubilant. He has reached the turning

point and begins to realize that it is not all fun and frivolityand that he is about at the turning point. He sees brighterthings ahead, and desires to settle down and get the real goodout of his college course.

The Senior is spending his last Christmas at home as acollege man. Only a few months lie between him and theend and the beginning. The end of his student days and thebeginning of his life struggle against the world in which thereis no pity or favoritism, but the law of the “survival of thefittest” holds supreme. He looks back over the four years ofcollege life, and sees how little he really knows; how littlehis books have really played in his education, and he knowsthat after all it is best, for out in the world that he has to go,the knowledge gained outside his many books is of as muchvalue as any other. Then he feels a pity for that half—edu-cated creature, the book-worm.

For you, one and all, from Freshman to Senior, and ourfriends, the RED AND WHITE wishes a joyous, merry Christ-mas and a happy and prosperous New Year.

Not many Weeks ago the under—classes called meetings anddeclared a boycott on the Agromeck if the Seniors put out afoot—ball team. Their reasons for so doing have not yet beenascertained, but we have a pretty good idea why it was done.Any way, the faculty decided that matter.


After this the suggestion was made that perhaps the Boardof Trustees would make every one wear uniforms after Xmas.Then excitement ran to a high pitch, and representativesfrom the lower classes came pouring into the Seniors’ askingfor protection, and what did the Seniors do? They did nottry to take a childish revenge, but made preparations to pro-tect them if the question came up. They knew that it wouldnot affect them, but they had consideration enough for thegood of the College and good feeling between students not tolet their prejudices influence them to acts of smallness.We all know that the affairs of the College have been more

harmonious than ever before in our time, and we attribute itto the fact that many of the petty regulations have been doneaway with and the uniform is no longer compulsory except ondrill.

Also much credit must be given to Lieut. Young, our Com-mandant, for his wise government and his happy faculty ofgiving justice to all and showing partiality to none.

All praise to the Mess Hall management. May they con-tinue to “shove the good things our way.” Chicken repeated,oysters and turkey in one month seem quite an improvement.May the good work continue—only better. VVho’s afraid ofthe gout?

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Exams, then Christmas. Here’s to success with examina—tions and a merry Xmas to all.

Mr. W. C. Staples, of Reidsville, spent Thanksgiving athome.

Mr. C. J. Bryan spent Thanksgiving at his home, at Wash—ington, N. C.

Mr. R. R. Faison spent the Thanksgiving holidays withrelatives at Goldsboro.

Mr. W. D. Upshaw favored the student body with severalbrief talks during his stay in Raleigh.

Mr. J. K. Waitt, ’04, chief engineer of the S. A. L. resur-vey in Florida, was on the hill last Week.

Mr. J. Spicer Wilson visited his uncle in Goldsboro duringThanksgiving.Mr. H. S. Smith is now Secretary and General Manager ofBowling Green Knitting Mill; Mr. S. Drake is overseer ofspinning in the Lancaster Cotton Mill; and Mr. J. B. Bagleyis instructor in weaving and designing in the A. and M. Col-lege of Texas.

Mr. H. N. Blanchard spent Thanksgiving at his home inGreensboro.

Col. A. Q. Holloway, formerly President of the A. and M.College, and now a resident of Virginia, is visiting his daugh—ter in West Raleigh.The many friends of Capt. and Mrs. F. E. Phelps will

be glad to learn that Mrs. Phelps’ health is much improved.They are at present living at their old home, Urbana, Ohio.


As this issue of the BED AND WHITE goes to press, theState Board of Agriculture is in session in Raleigh. Theyhave recommended an appropriation by the Legislature of$50,000 for a much—needed central power, light and heatingplant for the College. It is needless to say that we hope theappropriation will be granted.

An interesting contest is going on for the class champion-ship and foot-ball cup.Two games have been played, the first between the Juniors

and the Sophomores, 0 to 0, and the second between the sameteams, resulting 6 to 0 in favor of the Juniors. The cham-pionship game between the Juniors and the Freshmen isscheduled to be played December 11th. The Freshmen haveplayed one game by way of preparation, tieing with the Ra-leigh High School, 4 to 4.

About 150 of the students, accompanied by the band, wentto Richmond Thanksgiving to witness the V. P. L, A. and M.foot-ball game. The rooters and colors of both institutionswere very much in evidence, and we all had the pleasure ofwitnessing a great game, although of course we would haveenjoyed it more had the score resulted differently. The bandenlivened the crowd with its stirring music, and while we allhad a very enjoyable time, nothing was done to marr thepleasure of the day. After taking in the theatre we returnedhome that night, tired and sleepy, but satisfied with havingspent a delightful Thanksgiving.

OLD DOMINION CLUB BANQUET.The banquet to the Old Dominion Club was given Nov.

24th at Giersch’s Cafe, in honor of the Virginia girls at theBaptist University. The occasion was greatly enjoyed by all. .The following couples were present: Mr. R. S. Graves withMrs. W. J. Ferrell, Mr. L. L. Vaughn with Miss KatherineStaples, Mr. R. L. Fox with Miss Martha Lawrence, Mr.J. P. Mason with Miss Daisy Beache, Mr. G. G. Simpson

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with Miss Francis Peake, Mr. J. F. Robinson with MissMargaret Hathaway, Mr. E. E. Buck with Miss Mattie Sav—age, Mr. S. F. Stephens with Miss Marcella Willis, Mr.B. F. Duncan with Miss Sallie Baker.

THALERIAN GERMAN CLUB.The monthly dance of the Thalerian German Club of the

A. and M. College was given Nov. 16th at the Olivia RaneyLibrary Hall, and was a delightful event. The Boston Ital-ian orchestra rendered charming music. Dancing beganpromptly at 10 o’clock and ended at one.

The german was gracefully led by Mr. Ralph Long withMiss Narnie Rogers, assisted by Mr. B. B. Lattimore withMiss Irene Lacy. The following coples participated: Mr.Guy Pinner with Miss Helen Peyton, of Elizabeth City,N. G; Mr. K. C. Council with Miss Pearl Heck, Mr. E. B.Haywood with Miss Margaret Stedman, Mr. A. S. Goss withMiss Margaret Mackay, Mr. H. S. Montague with Miss Kath-erine Mackay, Mr. W. N. Holt with Miss Marie Gordon, ofRichmond. Va. ; Mr. Gordon Harris with Miss Hazel Gordon,of Richmond, Va.; Mr. I. N. Tull with Miss Vivian Mon-cure, Mr. D. Y. Hagan with Miss Lillie Skinner, Mr. E. F.Ward with Miss Rosa Skinner, Mr. E. L. Pemberton withMiss Caro Gray, Mr. W. M. Peck with Miss Louise Wright,Mr. J. D. Croswell with Miss Emily Higgs, Mr. J. M. Coun-cil with Miss Jessamine Higgs, Mr. W. R. F. Johnson withMiss Janette Butler, of Columbia, S. C.; Mr. A. A. McLainwith Miss Margaret Tuttle, of Shelby, N. G; Mr. L. H.Siau with Miss Pauline Johnson, of Georgetown, S. G;Mr. H. Bebee with Miss Sackie Latta, Mr. W. C. Stapleswith Miss Nannie Hay, Mr. Wm. Waters with Miss JulietCrews, Mr. R. R. Faison with Miss Margaret Lee, Mr. W.M. Cowles with Miss McGee, Mr. G. F. Bason with MissFannie Johnson. Stags: Messrs. George Harrison, W. M.Heston, S. O. Perkins, E. H. Smith, J. L. Morson. Chape-rones: Miss Mattie Higgs, Mrs. J. A. Higgs, Mrs. Paul Lee,Mrs. C. G. Latta.

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GRADUATES OF ’0 6.

Moore and Abernathy are with the Southern RailwayCompany, Lynchburg, Va.; Asbury, with Raleigh and Pam-lico Sound Railway, Raleigh, N. C.; Buys is transitman forthe R. & P. S. Ry., \Vashington, N. C.; Lovill holds a simi-lar position, Vanceboro, N. C.; Black, with Durham & So.Ry., Euquay Springs, N. C.; S. H. Clarke, city engineer ofStatesville, N. C.; Edwards, chief engineer of High Point& Thomasville Elect. Ry. Co.; Higgs with So. Ry., Knox-ville, Tenn.; Maxwell, chief engineer on extension of Aber-deen & Ashboro Ry. from Pinehurst to Carthage; A. B.Piver with Phoenix Bridge Co., Phoenix, Pa.; Tomlinsonwith S. A. L, Raleigh, N. C.; Tull, on U. S. Boundary Sur—vey, in Colorado; \Vinston paymaster for the Ritter LumberCo., Hurley, Va; Allen and Robertson in Gibbon CottonMill, Concord, N. C.; Bell and Gregory, Exp. Station,Urbana, 111.; Chesbro, farming at City Point, Va; Clardy,Hamilton, Tillman and Tuttle are with General Elect. Co.,Schenectady, N. Y.; J. \V. Clark, post course in Tex.;J. D. Clarke, Jr., superintendent of an orange grove, Tampa,Fla; Clay, instructor in \Vood-turning; Cromartie, farmingat Garland, N. C; Escott, secretary of Raleigh and NeuseRiver Cotton Mills; Etheridge, statistician for the Exp. Sta-tion and N. C. Soil Survey; Ewart with the Western Elect.Co.; Hanselman, St. Mary’s Machine Co., St. Mary’s, Ohio;Hewlett, instructor in Physics; Knox is at Lehigh Univer-sity; Lykes, with the Lykes Transportation Co., Tampa, Fla;McLendon, Supt. Orphanage Farm, Barium Springs, N. C.;Morrison with J. G. and R. H. Morrison, Stanley, N. C.;Myrick with \Vilmington Elect. Co.; C. F. and L. A. Nivensand Foster are at Cornell University; Cden farming atBaltimore, N. C.; Ogburn with Everett VVaddey Co., Rich—mond, Va.; Parker with Parker Bro. Co., Raleigh, N. C.;Perkins, post course in chemistry; Uzzell, farming, Golds-boro, N. C. ; Valaer with Bureau of Animal Industry, VVash-‘ington, D. C.; Vaughn, instructor in Drawing; Williams,


Y. M. C. A. Training School, Chicago, Ill; Beavers, man—ager test farm, Rocky Mount, N. 0., Piver and Cox, withTenn. Coal & Iron 00.; Ainsley, Ala; Ellis, with S. A. L,Portsmouth, Va.

Saturday evening, Dec. 1st, Mr. and Mrs. W. S. Pennygave a delightful social to about twenty-five girls from B.U. W. and as many boys from A. and M. It was a delight-ful evening and every one seemed to have a pleasant time.The manner selected to introduce the young men to the ladieswas quite unique, and one found much pleasure in findinghis partner. It would not be regretted if such gatheringscould be had oftener.

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LOOKING over our list of exchanges we find, to our regret,that many of our college magazines do not partake in havingan exchange column. As this appeals to us, we can hardlyreason that anything in the college periodicals will add moreto the development of the mind in quickness of thought, easeof utterance, and intellectual culture, and it would be a pleas-ure if all the institutions would take into consideration thebenefits derived from this column.

The privilege of criticism does not demand that we shouldcomment just to hear our heads roar, but with the intentionand purpose of improving our publications, and maintainingthe highest standard possible. Our next hearing from oneanother will be in a new year, and let all of us strive to makeevery improvement possible. Christmas is almost here, andas we hand our material to the printer we almost feel likeshouting, “Oh! for a rest,” but in a state of reverie we thinkof crams—exams—home, sweet home—and wish you all amerry Christmas and a happy New Year.

The comics of the Georgia Tech are always excellent andthe “Turbo-Generator” is a good treatise for the technicalperson, but literature of any kind is very scant—almost noneat all. Of course, it cannot be expected for the colleges ofindustrial arts to produce as good literature and fiction intheir magazines as should come from the literary universities,but the Tech could greatly improve along that line.

In another of our exchanges we see the lone and solitarypiece “Sacrifice,” which is evidently designed for the liter—ary department, but does not impart many characteristicsof such. The consistency of the title with the subject matteris the only beauty we see, if it is justifiable to say that it isworthy of a title. The same old sing-song plot of a love and


lover makes one tired and weary, and we would suggest thatthe Tooter would add some poetry to your magazine.

The Pine and Thistle greets us with two good stories thismonth. “Heroes and Hero ‘Vorship” is a well-worked essay.“Katie” is a story that appeals to our duty to our parentsand those who love and protect us. The story is patheticand many cases parallel to it actually do happen in life.

It is a pleasure to have the Raleigh High School Enter—prise on our table. The first issue is very late in publication,but we hope that it is not an element of lack of spirit thatcaused the delay. May each issue be a good one and cometo us with promptness.“The Falling of the Leaves,” in St. Mary’s Muse, is a

poem full of pathos and inspiration, which gives a light onthe life of mankind. The serenity of the poem is an excep—tionally good quality, and is true to life in many respects.“The Little Harp Girl” is a story to be classed with themediocre.The November issue of the Mercei'ian is the first publica-

tion of that magazine to find its way to us, and in it one hasthe privilege of enjoying two good essays, “William DeanHowell’s, the Novelist of Democracy,” and “Through theYellowstone,” but when we reach “Once Upon a Time,” wehardly grasp the meaning of the first paragraph before theauthor stops abrupt, leaving us bewildered, looking into theblank space of nothingness and wondering what to do. Insubstance each paragraph is a repetition of the precedingone. At last groping our way out we stumble on “A Ruin”little better than the other. First, there is no reason whya devastated lime-kiln would appeal to any one as a ruin.The structure of the theme is somewhat unique, but themeaning of the whole could have been told in eight or tenlines. The poem “Nineteen Sir” is excellent; through it we


can trace the true eollegian’s career and the author worksthe whole with skill.

The ll’alre «Forest Student maintains its good standard, andfrom its stories and essays is implied. the literary spirit at\Vake Forest, tl‘lough some of them are rather short andabrupt. The poems “A Funeral Knell” and “The Old Home-stead.” are above the average, and are very clear, simple, andpathetic.

' he Wo ford College Journal has more quantity thanquality in the literary department. “\Vordsworth, the Poet,”is a good essay, and is characteristic of good transition andexpression. “A Bit of Romance” is the same old “sugared”love story, and such stories are very tiresome to most readers.

The Tennessee Universitg Magazine contains two instruc—tive essays, “The Elective System” and “Thanksgiving.”The poems “Thanksgiving” and “Hope in Sorrow” impart alesson to us and the transition from sentence to sentence andfrom stanza to stanza is smooth and easy.

We are pleased to acknowledge the receipt of the followingmagazines: University of Virginia Magazine, The LimestoneStar, The William Jewell Student, Southern Collegian, TheGeorgian, Davidson College Magazine, Black and Magenta,The Transylvanian, The Illustrated, Hampden—Sidneg Mag-azine, The Clemson College Chronicle, Park School Gazette,The Blade, The Comet, The College Paper, The Palmetto,The Illinois, The Messenger, University of Arizona Monthly,Purple and Gold, University of Utah Chronicle, The Be—lveille, The Shift, The Orange and White, The Ohio StateLantern, The Cornell Sun, and the University Hatehet.

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“713 would like to know—Why the Commandant mistook Bivens for McBrayer?How come Hayes to eat his cranberry sauce for desert?When (Runt) \Vaters began to mix in politics? He was

heard to inform some one the other day that he had gottonin on prohibition.Who it was said, “Mr. President, I move that we have our

pictures taken with clothes on” 3Why one of the occupants of room 17 W. is known as

“Ladiesman.” IWhere ‘Vhitehurst saw airbrakes on a battleship.“lhy McBrayer didn’t come back from Richmond on the

excursion.\Vhere Jim Parker went Thanksgiving and why he stayed

so long.Why Turlington and Thompson, A. G., don’t get a private

telephone.

Mr. Walton (on Bible class)——“Mr. Hardee, did you lookup those references that I asked you to ?”Hardee—“I asked the librarian for the ‘Thermalology’

(Theology) of the new Testament, and she said that shecould not find it.”

Carpenter (to waiter at Gierch’s)——“Do you serve lob—sters?”

Waiter—“Certainly we do; what will you have ?”Wells says that his girl is the best looking one in Wilson,

but that he especially admires her taste.


THE FAT QUARTETTE.There is Graves called “Pot,”

And Wells called “Tubby,”Van Buren Fowler, “Elias,”

And Luther Tillett, “Stubby.”None of course “Bruno.”

Prof. Yates (speaking of equation with X and y terms)—“Mr. Powell, if you let X equal 0, what will become of the Xterm 3”

Powell—“It will become ‘23.’ ”

Saddler (entering his berth on Pullman)———“Say, Bebee,what’s that little hammock for 3”Bebee—“O, fool, that’s for the baby.”

Little R.—“I like you better than any other of my sister’3beauX.”

A. G. lelompsort (pleased)—-“VVhy ?”Little R.——“Because sister won’t eat any of your cheap

candy, and I get it all. That’s why.”

Prof. Bonn—“You disturbed my lecture yesterday by loudtalking.”Hampton—“Impossible.’ ’Prof. B07m——“But I heard you.”Hampton—“Then I must have been talking in my sleep.”

Truitt (in Richmond, looking down Broad Street at anarc light)—“Look, Tate, the moon is rising in the West.”

Hemphill—“Shuford, what day of the month does Christ-mas come on this year?”Shuford—“I don’t know.”

Prof. O.-—“Mr. Parker, What is the average length of lifeof pigs 3”Parker—“I don’t know. We always kill them before they

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Miss—“You can’t keep a good man like J. H. Bryan down,for I’ve turned him down half a dozen times and he’s not inthe least daunted.” AMEN.—Ed.

Comic Editor—“Mills, I’ve got a good one on you for thenext issue.”

Mills—“Well, I think it’s time, for I haven’t seen myname in the RED AND WHITE this year.”

Stroud (studying tactics) —“Hendrick, what is a car-bine Z”

“Sudie” Whitehurst (butting in)——“Did you study chem-istry all last year and don’t know what that it ?”

Shuford says it’s worth a trip to Richmond to get to rideon an elevator.Shape—“Will you have anything on your face when I

have finished 2”Freshman—“I don’t know, but I hope you will leave my

nose at least.”Prof. H.——“Mr. McBrayer, what is false doctrine?”McBrayer—“It’s when the Dr. gives you black pills for a

hurt arm.”D7: R.-—“Mr. Herring, how is your heart to-day 2”Howing—“I don’t know; I left it over at B. U. W. last

night.”Slagle (to Patton, a R. F. D. boy at P. O.)—“Say, there

is a letter in your box.”Patton—“Yes, I know it; I just now mailed it.”

V. P. I. Enthusiast (to A. and M. supporter)———“Youdon’t know what that A. and M. on your arm is for.”

A. and M. Supporter—“That stands for ‘All to the Mus-tard.’ ”

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THREE is a crowd, and three were there-—Ile. the lamp and she;

Two is company, and no doubtThis is the reason the lamp went out. —-—Ew.

Here’s to the happiest hours of my life,Spent in the arms of another man’s wife—

My mother! —Ea7.

HERE’S TO A KIss.Give me a kiss, and to that kiss add a score,Then to that twenty add a hundred more;

, . A thousand to that hundred, and so kiss on,i To make that thousand quite a million.‘ Triple that million, and when that is done,

Let’s kiss afresh as though we’d just begun. ——Ew.

Leonard, aged four, was watching the drum—major. “Mother, Whatdoes than man with the big stick do?”“He beats time, my son.”The next time the band passed, it had no drum-major. Leonard

watched it out of sight, and then asked: “Mother, where was theman what—what hits the c10ck?”—Lippincott’s.

A PSALM or COLLEGE LIFE.Tell me not in care free numbers

College life is but a dream,For the man is flunked that slumbers—Exams. are not just what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!Grades of A are its best goal.

“Do not hurry! Do not worry!”Is not said to student’s soul.

Not enjoyment, and not pleasure,Is our destined aim and way,

But to study—study study——Is our task from day to day.

THE BED AND WHITE.

Exams. are long and time is fleeting,And our hearts, though we have crammed,

Still, like muffled drums are beating,When we go to be exa’med.

In the student’s field of battle,In the stress of college life.

Be not dumb like driven cattle——Be a hero in the strife.

—From the Ottawa Campus.

MINPORTE.Grades of others all remind usWe can make grades high or low,

And departing leave behind usRecords of the things we know.

Records that perhaps another—Waiting still to use his pen.

A forlorn, forgetful brother—-Remembering, shall take heart again.

“Got a talking machine at home?”“Yes.”“What did you pay for it?”“Nothing; married it.”——Ew.

Ethel—What a finely chiseled mouth you have! It ought to be ona girl’s face.Jack—Well, I seldom miss an opportunity—Illustrated Bits.

SHE COULD SWIM.“This is a nice canoe, isn’t it, Maud?” said the tall, dark young

man.“Very nice indeed, Charlie,” replied the pretty girl sitting in the

stern.“There is just one objection to it,” said the young man.“Indeed; and what is that?” asked the girl.“Oh! well, you see, if you try to kiss a girl in this canoe there is a

great danger of upsetting it, and then both the fellow and the girlwould be thrown into the river.”


“Oh! indeed,” said the girl, reflectively, and she sat silent for awhile. At length she remarked softly, “Charlie, I can swim.”—TitBits.

A LITTLE AMBIGUOUS.“How was your speech at the banquet received?”“When I sat down they said it was the best thing I ever did.”—

From “The Humor of Bulls and Blunders.”

IDENTIFICATION.In a police court two lawyers became very much excited over a

legal argument. Matters went to such a pitch that they began tocall each other names.

“You’re an ass?” said one to the other.“You’re a liar!" was the quick retort.The the Judge said: “Now that the counsel have identified each

other, kindly proceed to the disputed points.”—Tit Bits.

I was fishing on a river down in Florida this year, when, lookingout a short distance from the bank, on rock in the stream, I sawone of the natives fishing. “What luck?” I inquired. “Not much,”he growled, with his lips tightly closed. “Why don’t you open yourmouth when you speak?” I asked. “Afeared de wurms might gitout,” he replied—Ea}.

Ella—“Bella told me that you told her that secret I told you notto tell her.”

Stella—“She’s a mean thing—I told her not to tell you I told her.”Ella—“Well, I told her I wouldn’t tell you she told me—so don’t

tell her I did.”———Em.

If a body studies not,And keeps a jug of rye,

If a body flunks out,Need we ask why? —E:r.

Lives of foot-ball men remind usWe can write our names in blood,

And departing leave behind usHalf our faces in the mud. ~39.

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THE RED AND WHITE.

The maiden sweet at seventeen,Bewails her chaperone,

And wonders if she’ll ever beFound entirely alone.

This maiden fine at thirty-nineIs utterly alone;

And now she’s give her head to liveWith one dear chap-her-own.

TANGIBLE EVIDENCE.“Oh! my boy you don’t believe in heaven? Dear me! Do you

believe in hell?”“Sure. I git it most all de time.”—Llfe.

CAUSE FOB THANKS.A man lost a leg in a railway accident, and when they picked him

up the first word he said was: “Thank the Lord, it was the leg withthe rheumatism in it.”—Atlanta Constitution.

TACTICS.Drill-Sergeant (to raw recruit, who is slow in grasping the tacticaldetails)——“Now, Murphy, how would you use your sword if your

opponent feinted?”Murphy—“Begorra, I’d just tickle him with the p’nt of it to see

if he was ahfter fakin’.”—-Harper’s Weekly.

College Girl (in dry goods store)—Are you sure this color is fast?Clerk—Certainly. As fast as the roses on your cheeks.College Girl—H—m! Show me something else, please—Em.

“Your teeth are like the stars,” he said,The maiden’s face grew bright;

“Your teeth are like the stars,” he said“They all come out at night.” 9

He—“You are the breath of life to me.”She—“Well, suppose you hold your breath a while.”—E(v.

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