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of my parents gradually died out before the pile of pearls that steadily grew from day to day, and
my hopes rose as their number and fineness increased. Ever}' pearl to me was an added pillar in
the temple of my cherished ambition, and visions of a college career began to take definite out-
line in my daydreams.

" When I had about exhausted the resources of the river, as far as I could conscientiously
claim, I began to take stock of my treasures. I knew nothing of the value of pearls, and j-et,
ignorant as I was, I knew I had enough to bring several thousand dollars at a proper valuation.
Then I declared my ambition at home. My father wrote a description of the best and largest I
had to Tiffany's, and received a letter giving a probable valuation at twenty-five hundred dollars.
My heart stood still within me when he opened that communication, and as he read I almost
fainted with the sunburst of joy that flooded my soul with its radiance.

"As I look back upon that beautiful morning in late summer, now four short years ago, I am
sure I felt like the Peri when the tears of repentance opened the crystal gate of paradise for her
triumphal entrance. It .seemed to me my task was done, and yet, as I've found out since, it was
really just beginning. Mr. Blanton kindly agreed to accept most of my hoarded treasures as pay-
ment in full of my tuition, and I am soon to reap the harvest of a long-cheri.shed hope in my

" The fear that ever hung like the sword of Damocles over my head, that after all it might
not be real, that some day I might wake to find it all a dream too beautiful to, has kept me
from yielding to the attractions and relaxations that might have made my life here so much more
enjoyable. This has been the cause of my seeming lack of personal interest in my classmates and
all human surroundings. But now that you have, by a fortune happy to me, broken through my

teserve, I feel that the few remaining months we shall be together will be the happiest of my life.
Again I thank you from the bottom of my heart, that can feel, if it cannot express, all the
thoughts that arise in me."

Do you know, when she stopped talking somebody caught her and kissed her, and that
■' pound party " of ours turned out a regular old-fashioned " love feast," and we all slipped out
of her room too full of happiness to say a word! D. R. S.

Teacher fto a caller) : " Mr. Dale, do you know Alice Arnett's brother, the minister:
Mr. Dale : " Did you say he was a ' D.D.? ' "
Teacher: " Really, I do not know his initials."

Recipe for a Senior Essay. — Soak a small brain in a copy of the " Iliad " for two weeks;
take it out and hurriedly stir in it a large cup of Encyclopedia Britannica; into this sprinkle a tea-
spoonful of quotations, and one-half drop of thought; flavor this with a stub pen and a little board-
ing school ink, not too strong; garnish this with a handful of commas and periods, and serve
" warm."


HE moon sifts down her powd'ry beam,
In elfin dance on rippling stream;
And gurgling waters, low and far,
Beat time to note of light guitar;
" Ecoute, petite ! " comes soft and sweet,
" Je t'aime, m'amie, je t'aime. "

' Neath lattice dark lurks shadowy cloak,
Vines softly part at stealthy stroke.
And swift appears, through moonlight sheen,
A slender hand, the leaves between.

' Tiens! petite " mid scurrying feet

' Je t'aime, clieri, je t'aime!"

The terrace spurned in agile bound,
The balcon rail with grace is found,
And ardent fingers eager clasp
A snow-white rose in baffled grasp.

"Adieu, petite ! " sly winds repeat.

"Je t'aime, ma vie, je t'aime."

Effie M.iSON.

A Story of the Pink Silk

yWAS pink, just a delicate rose tint. I was a piece of silk. I lay on a counter in a
great store. One day the clerk took nie down to show to a fat old lady. When
he draped me and pointed out my beautiful color and luster, I trembled; for I was
afraid I was going to be bought, and how could I ever beautify that wrinkled old
woman ? I was measured, folded, and sent upstairs. I was bought. I was car-
ried a long distance, blindfolded with brown paper. After that I was cut and
sewed and twisted ; and all the while I wept bitterly. I could have borne the pain
if it hadn't been I knew it would all have to be done over again; for they were making me en-
tirely too small for the fat old woman. At last I was finished, and — O, what delight! — I wasn't
for my purchaser at all, but for the sweetest, daintiest girl I ever saw. She was going to a party,
and I was so glad I was going, too. When she and I were at our prettiest, we went downstairs;
and her brother — it must have been her brother — kissed her and called her " Little Rosebud."

The party was so much fun. I coquetted all evening with the broadcloths, and so did my
mistress. I must have been so interested in them for a while that I forgot my mistress, for some-
thing happened that night — I never knew what. That night was the last time I ever saw her.
There followed an age of darkness. It might have been a century, for when the light shone
on me again, my beautiful color had faded. I felt dizzy and dazed in the brightness. I passed
through a terrible place whose horrors I cannot bear to relate. I came forth uniform in color — a
dark blue. I had a new mistress — not the laughing, dancing Rosebud, but a pale, sad girl. She
prized me highly and handled me with the greatest care. Ever} Sunda}' we went to church, and
on our return I was put away until the succeeding Sunday. We did this Sabbath after Sabbath for
years. I grew old and very weak. At some places I could scarcely hold together. I became
very tired and felt like giving it up altogether; then I thought of the staid, quiet girl, and won-
dered if she didn't get very tired, too, and if she didn't want to give it up. I was very sorry for
her. Her life was just as monotonous as mine.

One day, very suddenly, I did give wa}' in so many places tliat I couldn't be worn any more.
Then the silent, blonde girl made me into a sofa cushion. When she lays her colorless cheek
against me, weaker and more tired than she, I soothe and help her all I can.

I heard her say once that I first belonged to an aunt of hers; and then there was a story, but
her soft voice became so very soft that I could not hear it. Sometimes, when the fire burns brightly
and I am alone, I dream of the party, the bright lights, and my beautiful mistress.

Bessie Barr.

Our Annual Christmas Tree

OR many years it has been the custom of Ward Seminary to have a Christmas tree
during the holidays for the pupils. Last year it was suggested that the tree and
presents be contributed by the girls to some less fortunate than themselves. The
plan was so enthusiastically received and successfully carried out that this year it
was adopted again.

The names and ages of about two hundred boys and girls were sent in by the
Nashville Relief Society, so the Purchasing Committee were not working blindly
when they bought the toys. A very pleasant evening was spent in dressing the dolls for the chil-
dren. It was a merry scene — a hundred or more girls, their tongues going as fast as their
needles, dressing almost as many fiaxen-haired, blue-eyed dolls. Materials were furnished by the
Christian Endeavor Society. Misses Epler and Smith won the prize for the best-dressed doll.
Friday before Christmas every one was busy decorating the tree and labeling the presents.

Eleven o'clock Saturday morning was the time for the celebration, but a great number of
children were in the chapel even an hour before time. The tree was on the platform, but was hid-
den by curtains. These, however, did not keep many children on the front rows from peeping
under to see what was in store for them.

At last ever}' one was in his place, and after a carol was sung, Dr. L,andrith read a Scripture
lesson and was followed by Dr. Matthews in prayer. Then the curtains were drawn aside, and
what a sight met the e\'es of the eager children! An evergreen reaching from floor to ceiling,
decorated with pop corn, red berries, and chains of bright- colored paper — the work of the little
folks of the Primary Department! Gay tinsel chains, vari-colored balls, and brightly burning
candles added to the beauty of the tree. On one side was a large pyramid of dolls, especially
attractive to the girls; on the other were wagons, tool chests, horses, balls, and other things that
are dear to a boy's heart. In response to their names, each one came forward and received the
gifts, fruit, and candy.

One old lady was there who was seventy-two years old, but had never .seen a Christmas tree
before. She received her present, also, and went home, with many others, very happy and grate-
ful for the pleasure given her. Mary Blanton.

A Ward GirFs Version of ^^The Psalm of Life/'

ELL me not in accents joyous,

Girls are put here just for fun —

Just to lausU, anil talk, and frolic

From earh- morn till set of sun.

A fjirl must work, and she must study,

With " diploma " as her ,^oal;
' Dunce thou art, and dunce remainest,"
Was not spoken of her soul.

Here at Ward's we think and ponder
On our Latin, Math., and Greek,

From September until May days,
As some knowledge we do seek.

Days are long, and lessons longer.

And our hearts, though brave and strong.
Fail us when Miss ClKi])man tells ns:
" Write these topics well and long."

Ill the chapel reigns Hiss Jeiiiiiiios,

And full often does remind us:
' Do not talk and run about, ^irls:

Rules of thousjhtfiilness must liiiid us

We must trust not to the future,
For we know not when to look

For a hard aiul liorriil test

On some deep, absorbing bf)ok.

Let us, then, he up and doing.

With one happy end iu view —
That some day we'll have it tohl us:
" Hearken, Seniors! You are through."

— W. B.


' Music hath charms," some one did sing,

' To soothe the savage breast. ' '
O, if he knew how these halls ring —
Ring with a \\'ild unrest
Of Etudes, Studies, Fugue, Sonata,
By Mozart, Mendelssohn, aud Schiimann —
He'd think that savage was a mart3T,
And that his ear was scarcely human.
If he were soothed b}' such wild sounds
As from the practice hall resounds.

— ViRGiE Monroe.

'II' '"^^.-^


.11' '5ii«E'-^


Music Weather Report for one Week

SUNDAY. — Fair, but temperature falling toward ni.ght.
MONDAY.— Zero! ! !

TUESDAY (Bible Day ).— Weather rather gloomy.
WEDNESDAY (Psychology Day).— Very threatening, with

strong east w'ind blowing.
THURSDAY (Music Lesson Day). — Weather very uncertain.
FRIDAY. — Fair, especially so toward noon.
SATURDAY.— A perfect day! ! !

vt/ vl/ *

What two quotations fioiii Shakespeare'.s " Julius Ctesar " do Ward girls think Jen-
nings has memorized ?

Caesar to Antony:
' ' I shall remember. ' '
Caesar to Trebonius:
" What, Trebonius !
When Cfesar says, 'Do this,' it is performed."


is for Art, which this book rei)resents.
It cannot be reckoned in dolkirs and cents.

»>C3. Ci

is for Boys, Billiards,
and Beer,

\nd other bad thin<;'s that all
lurirls should fear.


is for Candles, which
shcnl a u'latl liirht

On all of the feasts that we

have in the night.


is fur Dancing each
(lav at recess.

% Thouirh it isn't much

fun without boys,
we confess.

is tor Essays the

Seniors must *^"^=^-

write, -

Which often present a
most pitiful sight.

rill the teacher finds out, then

the trouble's beu'un.


is for (lolf, and, though
we don't play.

We wear a golf costume on
each rainy day.

is for Holiday so
rarely we get.

The absence of which
J is a cause for regret.


is for " Iris," the finest of

Whose contents you'll find quite
as good cis its looks.

is for Jennings, the Belle of
\\ ard's school.

Who surely " peals forth," if we
break any rule.


is for Kitchen, so clccin
antl so neat, '*«l

From which issue forth
our bread and our meat

is for Letters we ^vt
at mail call.

And if we don't ,i;'et
them, then our
tears fall.

is for Music, whose
discord and strain

From pianos below do
give us a pain.


is for Xashville, the city of learning;

Toward this great center the thou-
sands are turning.



is for Order; how often we've heard,
"Two in a line, no room for a third!"


is for Pit-a-
Pat, the
cutest of creatures,

Who's just as well known as pupils or teachers.

is for Questions we get in the elass.

We often don't know them,
and so let them pass.


is for Rosa, who waits at
the door.

\\ ho takes up the flowers and
candy "galore."

is for Seniors, the
heads of the school,

Who are never supposed
to break any rule.


is for Thanksgiving, the day for
the game

That wins for old \ anderbilt glory
and fame.

is for Ugliness, which none of
us own;

But perhaps it will visit us w^hen
we are grown.


is for \"an(lerbilt,
who the cannon
did paint;

Their names for this act
received not a taint.

is for "Ward's,"
a school of re-

It is by far the best of our



are values unknown,
And into the waste-
basket will have to
be thrown.


^:^ZL£JL ^-^^^^^Z^ _^ - t_^i.-7^^^ ^i^'\y'zr-2y^^

-■, first^origiiial essay.)

Le Lotus

Dans les jours qiiand le monde ctait jeune, et I'homme avait fait peu d'impietements dans les
forets et les retraites favorites de la Mere Nature, elle allait souvent par ici et par la parmi les
scenes de ses cn5ations, et conferait encore plus familierementque maiutenant avec ses enfants, en
embellissant et encourageant les fleurs a fleurir, I'herbe a pousser, et les grands arbres a repandre
leurs branches pour proteger le voyageur.

Une de plus jolie de ces scenes fut une grande vallee, dont la beaute fut gatee par la presence
d'un fleuve qui prenait son cours au niillieu, et foncee et engourdie I'eau qui etait en grande
contraste anx arbres et le feuillage qui saillent ses rives, Un jour, en passant, la Mere Nature
voyait le fleuve noir avec sa converture d'ecunie, de limon, et de la boue au dessus.

" C'est vraiment une contradiction du loi qu'il y a de beaute partout," disait-elle, et se met-
tait a Tembellir. Dans la place oii I'ecunie e ait plus epais et la boue plus profonde, elle jetait
une petite semence, satisfie qn'avant loiigtemps, une change prendrait place.

Au primtemps on voyait une Icgere meunte sur I'eau, et apres quelques jours il y avait des
proruesses tendres qui developpaient bientot en ferrilles qui flottaient sur la surface d'une forme dif-
ferente qu'on n'avait jamais vu. Sur les ferrilles il y avait un bouton, qui commencait a grandir et
sortir de sa forme conicale sous I'enfluence du soleil. Un matin les creatures dil foret furent sur-
prises voir, parmi I'ecume, une fleur parfaite, supportee seulement par ses propres feuilles, sans
tache sur I'eau noire du fleuve.

Les hommes ignorants le tenaient en reverence, pensant qu'elle signifiait le monde, parce-
qu'elle representait si bien les elements dont ils croyaient — la terre, I'eau, I'air et le feu. Mais
nous, nous voyons une plus jolie et plus profonde signification. II semble montrer que n'importe
quoi les environements d'un homme, il pent triompher sur eux, et devenir aussi bel et aussi piir que
ce lis, donnant a son propre charactere plus de gloire en contracte avec ses environements; et com-
me, quand I'hiver vient, la cosse est tenue dans son lit, attendre I'arrival du primtemps, quand
il retourne au surface avec encore plus de beaute qu'autrefois, nous avons I'idee de reternitu.
II y a des lepons merveilleuses que la Mere Nature apprenne ses enfants !


The Exhibition

HERE is a beating of drums; two little boj'S arrayed in
shabby uniform march up and down before the tent.

The crowd, but a few moments ago widely- scattered,
gather about the door. They li,sten to the in-
ducements of the " spieler," hut the demand for
entrance is very small. Mothers are hurrying
dirty children away, saying: " O, dreadful! No
you don't want to go in there; the snakes would
bite you!" The children, on account of their dense- — the world fondly calls it " innocence" — are easily pulled

It is a poor crowd and a poor tent in a public park. It
must be something good, to bring the long-treasured dime
from the almost empt}- pocket. The " spieler " cries out des-
perately: "Wait, ladies and gentlemen; bring back the chil-
dren. See! the queen herself appears." At this the crowd
turns back to gaze upon the snake charmer. She stands upon
the raised platform, decked in giudy tinsel — green, yellow,
gi and red. Two long, slender snakes twist and wind themselves
about her. Her face is pale, almost cadaverous; but there is
a pose, an indescribable something — perhaps the curve of her neck or the sliglit swaj- of her
body — that suggests the serpents.

The " spieler " continues: " This lady doesn't enslave the snakes; she has an affection for
them. See! she kisses them. This longer one — O no; it won't let nie touch it! is named "Glider;"

the other, a little shorter, though lar,a;er in diameter, is "Crawler." Come closer; look at them!
They are as healthy specimens as there are in the world."

All the time the woman coils the beautiful, glistening creatures about her arms, measures
them out before the crowd, kisses them, and faintly smiles.

" This lady," cries the showman, "has traveled with Barnum's circus. She has been the
wonder of every people to whom she has shown her marvelous powers. Come in and .see the
wonderful gentleness of the boa constrictor!"

She, standing, with that grace so peculiar to her, listens indifferently to the words that have
rung so many times in her ears. Slowly she coils "Glider" around her right arm, and finally
about her neck. A sudden convulsion paralyzes her face. She tears frantically at the snake.
There is a cry of horror from the crowd. The showman springs forward, grasps and struggles
with the serpent. The silent, deadly creature is seen to jerk and tighten his coil. The force of
the " spieler" dislodges it, hissing and venomous.

Ah, but the tinsel — the green, yellow, and red — lies in one insensible mass: the face, black
and distorted, is horrible to see. "Glider," the traitor, has played his last part; his survival is
but a moment longer than that of the betrayed. BESSIE Barr.

First Little Girl (carr>ing in her hand a letter in a mourning envelope): "What do you
suppose thev put this black around the edge for ? "

Second Little Girl (proudly): " Wliy, so it will go to the Dead Letter Office, of course."

The Advantages of an Education




The Evolution of a Name at Ward^s

•■ I do beseech vou

(Chiefly that I may set it in my prayers),
What is your name ? ' '

Shakespeare, The Tempest.

At Home

Jst Year at Ward's

2d Year


a ( Mamie
b ( Maymye

a j Mae
b 1 Marie






















Matt IE







Patty E





"What's ill a name?"

Shakespeare, Romeo ami Juliet.

-St, c. c.

Alpha Chapter of the Delta Sigma Sorosis



Colors — Light Blue and Purple. Flower —Violet.

Yell — Delta Sigma, Delta Sigma,
Mazette, Mazette,
Dixie, Dixie, Dixie, Dixie,
Dura Vivimus Vivamu.s.


Marie Brooks Stafford
Isabel Sevier Williams
Katie Niel Winstead
Rebekah McEwen Kinnard

Grand High Mogul
Vice Regent

Beta Chapter

OgoutzOgoiitz, Pa,


Roll of 1899-1900.

Effie Barrow. Hermine Haverkamp. Rebekah Kinnard. Katie Mai Landrum.

Mary Rodgers. Madeleine Park. Marie Stafford.

Isabel Williainis. Katie Niel Winstead.

Martha Tappan.

Sorores in Urbe

Mrs, W, F. Allen,

Martha I^anier Scruggs.

Mrs. John E. Garner.

u aitnC me nocu fo tePf
ffie f^aerei. ilitorL) true,
a 'neafR fRe m^iitic ^pefP,
f^ eni^i^ria'^ in ^&|^/^r)6of;S) fcoo?
ffiat cooufi. rTjO(«)t c^eailfij 6e;

Soon tfteuj'c^ mafte a eorp/e of me
Jn^ioPafe muiit 6e tfieii* fro^se,
(wfocoind out of i^acreil fie/,
^y^ac^e in faif^ ani. Born cf fo^se;
^fP to eaefi for a,ve aPPie<«>

Delta Sigma Sorosis


A Cload —

" Sing a song of pretty maids — maidens young
and fair!
Sing of our Sorosis! Sing its virtues rare! "
Thus a bearer came to me,

Sitting in my room ;
Thus he said and left me then
Wrapp'd in mental gloom.

Then my soul within me groan'd, shriek'd, and This is why my brow is sad, overcast with care;

tore its hair; This is why my face is pale, eyes in circles stare,

For the man had left the word with no points to j ^^^ ^^^^ ^^ „ bricks " can make,

spare. For they sent no "straw."

I would sing — of course, I would,

Ride my muse to death ; Why, to set such task for one

I was taught to serve the fair Is against the law!

\Vith my latest breath.

A Vision —

But softly, now, there comes a vision
; Of a band of fairest maids,

Link'd in one true round of union,
Joiii'd in love which never fades.

Fair they are, as maidens should be, Such a sisterhood is lovely!

True and loyal to the core. Like a string of pearls are they

Banded for all holy uses. On a cord of virtues thread'd.

Friends and loved ones evermore. Join'd by love, though far away.

Then, all hail to Delta Sigma!

May her ranks forever grow,
May the charms that now bedeck her

Never loss nor fading know !

— D. R. S.


RowENA Jones,


LizzETTE Dickson,



^■RY Foster,

Vice President

Isabel White,


D. Q, R. Club

Organi/.eil January, 1897.

Colors — Emerald and Old Gold.
Flower — White Carnation.


M.\GGiE M.^Y Wilson
JL\Y Johnston Steed
Cecil Sharon Tipton
Floyd Ash Wilson
Edith Pauline Hooper


Vice President





Edith Pauline Hooper, Colorado. Lena Stegall, Tennessee. Mary Johnston Steed, Tennessee.

Cecil Sharon Tipton, Tennessee. Maggie May Wilson, Mississippi.

Freddie Mae Schamberger, Tennessee.

Floyd Ash Wilson, Mississippi. Gladys Holmes, Texas. Mattie Sue Smith, Tennessee.


J' — 1


Motto : " Eat, drink, and be merry."
Favoritk Occupation: " Dissecting jokes.'

Lyda Jackson.
L,ENA Stegall.

Martha Tappan.


Leoi,a Millette.

Mary Rodgers.

Hattie Bethea.
Effie B.\rro\v.

To thee, O Clio, goddess fair of literature and art,
Who long delightful sway hath held
O'er each ambitious heart,
We sing.

For 'twas from thee tliat inspiration came.
To gain a firmer hold on all you love
And form the club which proudly bears thy na
"The C. L. C."

When slowly pass the hours from day to day,
'Till Saturday once more hath made the round,
We cast our trials to the winds awa}-
And meet with thee.

And while we sit within some cozy bower.
And take the stitch that saves the other nine.
One reads aloud the best book of the hour,

And all is gay.

Long may you live in poetry and fame,

O goddess born !
We, striving, .shall prove worth}- of the name-
*' Qlionian."

-J- B,

Clionian Literary Club

I'iee President

\'iRGiNiA D. Beech
Mamie E Adams
LizETTE B. Dickson
Jane L. Biles

Members C. L. C.

Eefie Barrow.

Maroie Lin Caldwell.
WiLMOTH Cannon.

Rebecca Carpenter.
Daisy Faulkner.
EIdna Frierson.


Rebekah Kinnard.
Evelyn Little.

Zipporah McCoy.

Mary Keene Shackelford.
Cornelia Webb.
Floyd Wilson.

Maggie ^L\Y Wilson.

Katie Neil Winstead.

Gladys Holmes.


"Ah, we have sighed for rest !"

Class Flower: Star( R) JESSAMINE.

Class Colors : Green and White.

President :

Treasurer :


Isabel Honslon




yice Piesu/fii/

Margie h'.n

Man- Steve




Seciflarv :



Susie Elizabeth

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