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5. If teachers on your floor are asleep, do not disturb them.

II. To THE Teachers and Other Adults

1. The teachers or matrons should not open the outside doors, as the admission of oxygen would
increase the conflagration.

2. The fire department should be summoned after all the girls are out of their rooms, otherwise
they might suffer from the effects of the hose and be forced to go to the infirmary.




Vart6erbllt Hferoes

!)HE feeling" of chivalry which nerves every Vanderbilt man to prompt action when he sees
a Belmont girl in distress was called into play on an occasion several weeks ag"o, and it
is with pardonable pride for the ever-increasing- glory of the Gold and Black that we are
able to bear testimony to the deeds of valor and heroism at that time displayed. The occa-
sion was a disastrous fire in the chapter house of one of the most prominent Belmont sororities.

Although the fire occurred at 9:30 o'clock Sunday morning (when most of the Vanderbilt stu-
dents were at Sunday school), there arrived on the scene soon after the alarm a brave number of
Vanderbilt undergraduates and alumni. Spurred on by the martial strains of " Belmont's burning !
Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire !" sung by the Belmont Glee Club on the spot, and stung to action by the cries
of distress and anguish of the other girls, this heroic little band at once charged through the front
door of the building, fighting their way through a very baptism of fire. Most of the Vanderbilt
men were veteran fire fighters, for nearly all of them had had experience with "old flames" at
Belmont for several years. Once inside the building, the leader of the Commodores put on a
Hood, and soon after he could be seen wading about in the water like a Heron.

Many were the daring rescues and thrilling escapes; but, in spite of the most indefatigable
efforts on the part of the Vanderbilt men, over forty pounds of rouge and papiere poudre, seventy
thousand hat pins and hair pins, and large quantities of other " boudoirettes" were lost.

There was one incident, however, which showed that the Vanderbilt men were equal to the oc-
casion. After they had been struggling with the fire for over an hour, the Nashville Fire Depart-
ment arrived. Chief Zoretta was furious when he heard that the fire had been kept under con-
trol by amateurs. Summoning his men, he ordered them to turn the full force of all the streams
of water on the Commodores, hoping to rout them thus. Our students were drenched through,
but not for one moment routed. The Vanderbilt leader, seizing a dozen silk stockings from the
debris, in retaliation, proceeded to turn the hose on the chief, who beat a hasty retreat.

The origin of the fire is unknown; and although several ingenious theories have been advanced,
spontaneous combustion in a bottle of hair dye is the most favored theory.

The Vanderbilt men who risked their lives in the fire will, in all probability, be awarded Car-
negie hero medals. They have already been honored with life memberships in " The Ladies' Aid
Society." There were reports to the effect that they had also been elected honorary members of
"The Belmont Magazine Circle," but these reports have been exploded. — Vanderbilt Observer.




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"2)an6elions

* 4



In the sunshine on the meadow stood, in downy, silken hair,

Snowy dandelions, boasting that they wore splendor rare;

And they raised their glitt'ring foreheads, self-conceited, in the air.



But one day the sky was darkened, threat'ning clouds came whirling on.
Lightning flashing, thunder roaring — summer's peaceful calm was gone —
Howling chased the wind the tempest, and the driving rain fell down.

Under leaves the flowers, frightened, sought a shelter 'gainst the rain;
But the little dandelions, bent and bowed, yet stooped in vain.
In the battle sun was victor, tempest's rage had passed in vain.

When the flowers lift up their heads, they saw nature fair.
But the haughty dandelions they beheld in great despair —
Sticking, broken and baldheaded, desolately in the air.

C. S.




The following " exam." in Horace was, perpetrated upon
the Senior Class during the year: •

" 1. Translate absolutely literally, yet making smooth,
flowing, flowery, Horatian meter, from the first five pages
of the Lexicon.

" 2. Explain one hundred subjunctive modes — not the
usual promiscuous ones, but those that never occur in the
earth beneath, nor the waters above the earth.

" 3. Decline five indeclinable nouns, and why.

"4. Give names, sizes, and ages of the fifty sons and
daughters-in-law of King Priam."

4

" Isn't that a lovely problem? "

Said Miss Blalock, under her breath.
"Indeed it is," piped Ernestine;
" In fact, it's cute to death."



Miss Maxwell: " Can any one tell me what an adage is? "
Bright Pupil: "Yes, Miss Maxwell, I can; it's a fish that
lives only in tropical waters."

*

" Lights out, lights out! " the teacher cried —

"Lights out! " again, in accents wild.
She ran and rapped upon the door.
Then, louder still, " Lights out! " once more.

The light remained, and to the door
A girl came tripping o'er the floor;
She opened it^ and stood amazed.
And at the teacher gazed and gazed.

Her gaze was changed, and then by chance
She gave the teacher a pitying glance.
And sweetly said: "Why, don't you know
That I'm a Senior in Belmont now?"



Zelma L. (anxiously) : " Will you please tell me who the
'Spanish Armada' is? I can't find his name in the class-
ical dictionary at all."
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Helen R. (madly rushing up to a friend): "Tell me
something funny, please; for Miss Wendel is going to
make us all tell antidotes to-night at dinner."



Miss Blalock (in chapel) : "And my little niece was out
in her flower beds working, and dug up some roots, and
her little brother, too."

*

"Ah, me! just be sweet to me,"

Said one of the girls to Miss Cook.

" I hardly know how; but wait, let me see —
Did you say it was down in the book? "

*

Miss Maxwell: "Did you ever see the word 'Golgotha'
before? "

Bright Pupil: " In the Bible. I don't remember the ref-
erence, though."

Miss Maxwell: " Does any one remember it? "

All-wise Special Diploma: " O, he was the giant whom
David slew! "

We enter the Latin room, serene and demure.
With thoughts organized and translations secure —
With visions of " excellent " before our mind's eye.
But immediately our thoughts all adjourn sine die;
For there sits Miss Courtney with dignified look.
And open before her that Latin Grade Book.
We have read of the tortures of those Romans of old,
Of Nemesis encamped on the trail of the bold,
Of vultures that ate of their vitals their fill.
And snake-headed furies that pursue them at will;
But of all fabled horrors of that dark Stygian brook.
Not one will compare with that Latin Grade Book.



Medora (in French) : " Did they kill him. Miss Schoeni? '

Miss S.: " The book says so."

Medora: " Why, it just says they broke his head."



Mary B.: "Girls, what do you think? I'm taking six-
teenth century before theology."

*

Professor is our Teddy Bear,

We put him on for shows;
He plays on the piano

Just as if he sort o' knows

How to make the birdies sing.

And the thunder roll and clap;
Guess he must have practiced some —

O, he's a funny little chap!

And then sometimes (of course, for fun)

He plays like Rubin, played —
He tears his hair and blinks his eyes

As if he just was made

To pull the ivory off the keys

And make the strings to snap;
And all the time he looks as calm

As if he didn't give a rap.

Then when the grand finale comes.

He uses all his strength;
The lid flies off the piano,

The joints grow weak in the bench.



Mildred S. (angrily) : " I said, ' Don't open that closet
door.' "

Mary K. (trying to open door): "Goodness me! Why
not? "

Mildred S.: "Well, I've just killed myself driving those
mosquitoes in there this afternoon, and I don't want them
to get out."



Gladys B. (discussing "Heart of Midlothian"): "Well,
I didn't expect any more of Eifie, but I did expect lots
more of Scott."

Anna Maye C. (excited): "Scott who?"

*

The saddest words of tongue or pen

Are "chapel and corridor quiet" again;

For with twenty-three standing, 'tis plain to see

The only thing left is " skidoo for me."



Specimen Belmont Latin translation: " Magna parte diei
consumpta " — "A great part having died of consumption."



Mary B.: "Say, give me the names of some ancient
cities and the things they're noted for."

Dorothy R. (scratching her head): "Well, there's Rome
— the Coliseum was there; and what were those things
called they buried people in? O, I know [thinking hard]
— aw — [triumphantly] honeycombs! "



Miss Hood: "We had a little dog once, but somebody
poisoned him and he died; and he was never quite the
same after that."



" Cut it," said Miss Wendel
To a girl in English C.
Don't be alarmed; for she only meant
To cut the theme, you see.



The most gigantic, stupendous, and momentous success
of the year in the Latin room was the construction by the
Caesar class of the famous " Caesar's bridge." The mate-
rial used was one waste cracker box, and, instead of ma-
chinery and pile drivers, scissors, hat pins, nail files, and
shoe horns were substituted. After toilsome work and ar-
duous labors, a very wobbly set of " tigna bina's " was
evolved, which would stand erect only when propped up
with a lexicon and tied together with baby ribbons. When
they were at last coaxed to stand, graceful and coquettish
" trabes " were hewn out and lowered gently thereupon.
The class stood round in awe admiring their handiwork,
and voted unanimously that it be placed in the archives of
Belmont College for the instruction of future classes.



He ends up then with a great bang,
Jumps up like a jumping jack;

Then, with the usual dress parade.
Comes the wreath upon the rack.



Miss Maxwell, even when seated on her throne, is un-
able to see either over or through the first rows of pom-
padours.



Miss Golay, there is no doubt,
Is a lover of tests and teas;

And she's the proud possessor
Of A.M.'s and A.B.'s.

But tests and degrees, as well as teas,
Affect a young girl's mind;

For with them ever before her.
She'll always be behind.



\V ■ I III




In preparing this issue of "Milady in Brown," we have been the recipients of divers epistles.
On account of the limited capacity of the wastebasket, we have decided to thrust the following on
the public:

Dear Editor: I am an ardent supporter of the Deke Fraternity. I take every opportunity I have for letting
people know where I stand. But even this does not seem sufficient to me. Could you not make some notable
mention of it in the Annual? Anxiously, Alberta Martin.

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Editorial Board: I have already sent in several pictures of myself, also my biography, but I have recently dis-
covered something I think will be valuable to you. I inclose two pictures — my housemaid and cook. I patronize
the steam laundry and find it very satisfactory, except that often my lace handkerchiefs are torn.

Edouard Hesselberg D'Essenelu.

P.S. Remember, this is not to conflict with the twenty pages reserved for me.



Dear Editor: I am considered an exceptionally pretty girl. The Faculty especially admires my looks. I in-
close a striking photograph which I believe will add materially to the attractiveness of your volume. My pom-
padour may cut out some of the margin, but I am confident it will be space well used.

Modestly yours, Kate Young.



Dear Editor: I know it is the custom for all Seniors to have a list of their oflices after their names in the An-
nual, but I fear there will not be suflBcient space for all of mine, so I suggest that they be published elsewhere.
Please do not overlook that I am H. M. M. of the X. Y. Z. I also sit at the French table.

Sincerely yours, Mona Hudson.

*

My Dear Editor: I find that in my picture taken for the Annual only eleven of my Kappa Alpha pins show.
Couldn't you delay the Annual long enough for me to have it taken over so as to bring the other two into promi-
nence ? Hastily, Sarah Armistead.

*

Dear Editor: I wish to reduce my weight and grow tall. Couldn't you appoint me collector for the Annual?

Respectfully, Sarah Francis White.

*

My Dear Editor: Thinking you might have need of something in the lighter vein, I presume to suggest myself
as an authority. I have an unending supply of jokes; moreover, you need not fear that they will not meet with
approval, for they have all been sanctioned by usage. Can give their pedigree if necessary.

Yours truly, Sallie James.

*

Dear Editor: Please print in your columns a choice selection of" Beauty Hints." I would like to know your
favorite lotion for keeping the hands soft and white. Mine are in good condition now, but I dread the exposure
of the coming summer. By the way, what style of niching do you think is most becoming to an oval face?
Would you advise as to whether lace or embroidery should predominate in my summer wardrobe ?

Very truly, Mary Shelton.



Senior 4^elltlon

March 25, 1908.
We, the undersigned, members of the Senior Class of 1907-08, do hereby ask the members of the
Faculty of Belmont College to consider the following requests:

1. That we be excused from all classes.

2. That the Faculty ask our advice on all questions.

3. That breakfast be served us in bed every morning at ten o'clock.

4. That the Freshmen be given us as waiting maids.

5. That we all have grades of ninety-five.

6. That we be allowed to go out at least three evenings of the week.

7. That our young men friends be allowed to call any hour of the day, and to send

candy, flowers, etc., at any time.

8. That our mail be delivered in our rooms immediately after it enters the college.




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"O would that I could utter the thoughts that arise in me!'



^t tl)<i ^n6 of tbe Quarter
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Tell me not in mournful numbers
That we get our cards to-day ;

I am shaking like a Freshman,
For Thursday is my Jonah day.

School is real, school is earnest.
And to-day comes all our woe.
" You'll get through all right; don't study,"
Was not said of Cicero.

Not high marking, not class honors.
Are the things for which we pound.

But for all the wondrous wisdom
In our Belmont to be found.

Trig, is long and time is fleeting,
Andiwe sit here breathing hard.

Hoping vainly 'gainst all reason.
For what is not on the card.

Lives of teachers all remind us.
We should make our work sublime;

And if we would get a Lit. mark.
Get our notebooks up on time.

Notebooks which perhaps some other

Has spent leisure time upon ;
While we flunkers put off writing,

And make it up just 'fore the dawn.

Let us, then, be up and grinding.

With a pencil in each hand.
And the marks we get next quarter

Will, perhaps, be something grand.




"Dlje yiosa of 'Joy

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Chapter I.
H, I wish there were fairies these days! Those real good ones who used to send persons
on a long, almost impossible search, and then give them a fine reward at the end."

These words were uttered by a little golden-haired girl, who looked almost like a fairy
herself. She had been reading from her ever-constant companion, " The Golden Fairy
Tales;" but now it had been cast aside, and she had thrown herself back on the soft couch of
moss and leaves under a willow tree near a little brook. She lay there drowsily for some time,
lulled by the gentle murmur of the stream.

" So you want to leave your pretty home and spend years in some wild search, do you? ' sud-
denly piped a shrill little voice at her elbow.

Wide awake she sprang up, and there at her side was a quaint, wrinkled manikin, regardmg
her with an extremely quizzical expression. She stared at him, too astonished to speak; but he
did not seem to mind her amazement in the least. %

" Well, why don't you seek the Rose of Joy? For ages men have sought for it, but few have
ever found it. Behold!"

She looked. The brook, the forest, her book, everything familiar had disappeared, and there,
stretching out far and wide, lay a wild, desolate country, interspersed with patches of low,
undulatin'g meadows of richest green. Away in the distance rose a lofty mountain, on the very
highest pinnacle of which grew an enormous rose tree with one large bud. As she watched, the
bud slowly opened, revealing a white rose of surpassing beauty and purity.

With a cry of amazement and eager desire, the child rushed toward it with outstretched arms;
but ere she had gone many steps she fell and— why, she was all alone in the forest! She looked
about; there was no mountain, no rose, no little man— she must have been dreaming. But— O!—
what a wonderful dream it was! Surely that beautiful flower was not all a fancy; it must grow
somewhere in the world.

At last she arose and walked slowly home.

"Mother," she asked, "did you ever hear of the Rose of Joy, a beautiful flower that grows
away off on the summit of a high mountain? "



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"No!" laughed her mother. "Why, what's the matter, Lois? You look as though you had
been seeing fairies."

" I have," calmly answered the child as she turned away.

But she never forgot her dream, and for years after, sometimes during her waking hours and
many times at night, the white Rose of Joy beckoned enticingly from unknown distances.

Chapter II.

Again Lois was dreaming under the willow. There was a far-away look in her brown eyes,
and her lips were parted in a half smile. In her lap was a little battered volume, on whose faded
cover could be dimly traced in letters of gold, " The Golden Pairy Tales." Finally, with a toss
of her pretty head, her thoughts came back to earth, and she picked up the book and looked at
it tenderly.

"Dear little book," she murmured, "although to-day I am sixteen, I can hardly bear to put
you away with my other childish toys. But — O, little book! — I believe I am on the right road to
find my Rose of Joy at last. Just think, it has been eight years since I first dreamed of seeing
that lovejy vision, and I am just as eager now to possess it as then, when I believed it to be a
real flower. I shall leave for college to-morrow, and there I mean to win honors and prepare
myself for a life work that will make me famous. O, is there anything that can give true joy
other than fame and the triumphant pursuit of it? And it shall be triumphant for me! Of course,
it will no doubt be hard at first; but I feel now as if I could conquer worlds."

The next day Lois left her home and mother for the first time in her life to commence her
battle with the world. Many times she was discouraged; but even when her difliculties seemed
greatest, as if in a dream she saw a pure white flower, surrounded by a crown of laurel, and
straightway she took heart.

She climbed steadily upward, and at first she thought she had attained her greatest happiness.
But a restlessness, a feeling of dissatisfaction, at length came upon her; and on her graduation
day, though she stood as valedictorian of her class, she felt that as she had advanced, her Rose of
Joy had receded and grew on a still higher plane luringly out of sight.

Chapter III.
With an impatient sigh Lois threw herself petulantly down beneath the old willow. She was
tired, of study, tired of her life at home, tired of everything.

" O, why can't I live in the city and go to balls and parties, like Cousin Nell? I think it's a



shame to be tied down here in the country. There is no opportunity to find my rose here; every-
thing- is too dull and prosaic."

After a while she arose and walked aimlessly back to the house.

Her mother met her at the door with a smile. "Little daug^hter, I have such a surprise for
you! Your Aunt Kate has written for you to come to New York during- the coming- season to
make your d^but into society with Nell — ■"

" O, mother! "

" Yes, and your father and I, after talking- it over, have decided to let you go. We have both
noticed that you have of late grown weary of your quiet life here and long- for frolic and excite-
ment, which is perfectly natural — "

" O, mother, it is too good to be true! I do love this dear old j^ace so much, but I do want to
go to the city and live for a while in the g-ay social whirl. O, I am so happy — so happy! "

She danced away to her room, already planning frocks, and even thinking of the conquests she
hoped to make. And that evening- as she combed her long hair before retiring, she smiled hap-
pily, and, girl-like, wondered if Nell was as pretty as she.

Beautiful indeed was she on the night of her formal entree into society. Her eyes glowed with
excitement, and her whole being seemed to thrill with the joy of living. She carried a bouquet of
white roses, and one of extraordinary size and beauty she had placed in her hair, typical, she
thought, of the pure Rose of Joy, which she felt surer of finding than ever before.

At first the life in New York was indeed delightful; but the novelty soon wore oflF, and beneath
the glitter and brilliancy she saw much that was artificial and worthless. She often revolted at
the insincerity about her; but the heat of conquest was in her heart, and she kept on.

One evening after a large ball near the close of the season, she came home, threw herself into
a great armchair before the fire, andjEor a long time gazed dreamily into the dying embers. At
last she slowly shook her head, smiled, and whispered to herself: "No, my white rose, this
atmosphere is too tainted for you. You are yet far, far away; I must seek elsewhere."


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