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The illustrious president is an authority on politics, and when his portly figure is resting in his chair, this authority is undisputed. It has even been said that he was acquiring the commanding voice and compelling glance of a pedagogue.
YOU CAN'T CALL ME ANY NAME THAT IS NOT FOUND IN THE BIBLE
SEARGENT AT ARMS
expresses her disgust with the following: "You know, Mr. President, I think that's mighty funny."
The secretary is noted for the brilliant speeches (fifty-seven varieties), which are the products of his won- I AM AFRAID MY FELLOW SENATORS DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS BILL derful brain. His speed is unrivaled and his massive words cause frequent reference to the dictionaries, which are fortunately at each side SENATOR CRANE of the Senate room. We have attempted to secure a phonographic record of some of his stirring speeches, but discovered, to our sor- row, that no electric vibration could be secured with sufficient velocity to catch or reproduce more than one-third of his words.
Therefore, we regret to say this flow of oratory is forever lost to pos- terity-naught but the echo remains.
The clerk has proved his worth because his gentle voice brings quick responses in answer to the roll. His brilliant defense of the Philippines Bill is worthy of notice.
The sergeant-at-arms has faithfully performed his duties, is adept at administering necessary discipline and is determined in his efforts, that no unbecoming language,-even near-profanity,-shall be permitted The president pro tem is famous for her fiery denunciations of in the Senate room or corridors. Neither does he allow wet paper corrupt practices in politics. Her speeches are delicately flavored with sarcasm, which greatly hinders their digestibility. She often
missiles thrown. Words of the most refined and soothing sounds, alone, are weapons worthy of a Senator, is his opinion.
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Senator Stone (Miner Pugh) is one of our foremost Senators. His power of oratory is unquestioned. He is thoroughly familiar with the Bible, especially the New Testament. When introduc- ing the Philippines Bill his speech was the pearl of oratory. With his choice and flowery language he awed his fellow Sena- tors. He is perfectly capable of handling himself in a heated discussion, for when he has exhausted his vocabulary he resorts to his final sarcasm, saying, "My opponent is perfectly ridicu- lous."
Senator Cummins (Frank Stewart) is our distinguished Fresh- man Senator. He is a strong advocate of woman suffrage, hav- ing made a brilliant speech in its PUT CLEAN WOMEN WHER E behalf. He had the honor of in- troducing Bill No. 7, which was DIRTY MEN ARE the first to be passed by the Sen- ate. His methods are shown by the following extract from the Rec- ord, on February 20, 1913: Sena- tor Oliver (Lowell Smart), at the SENATOR REED . conclusion of a violent anti-suffrage speech, made the remark, "We re- fuse to yield the point that woman suffrage would better the conditions 'cause everybody knows that the women in Denver drink more than the men. Now, prove tain't so!" Senator Cummins (Frank Stewart) : "Mr. President, I would like to ask Senator Oliver what it is that the women drink-buttermilk?" Whereupon, Senator Stone (Miner Pugh), becoming dis- gusted, arose and addressed the chair: "Mr. President, I fear
that our young Senator friend is ignorant of the ways of the world." But when Senator Cummins (Frank Stewart) signified his willingness to take instructions from his superior, Senator Stone (Miner Pugh) agreed that his lack of erudition could be easily par- doned, and once more Senator Cummins was reinstated in the Senate's good grace.
Senator Newlands (Naomi Tapscott), in making her debut, was afflicted with stage fright, but she soon recuperated, and made a vigorous defense in behalf of her pet resolution, "The Six Year Presidential Term."
Senator Bristow ( Louise Thayer) is one of our enthusiastic militant suffragettes. Her orations rate high, but we advise her to use Pinkley's Painless Powders for her voice, so that it may be better understood.
I AGREE WITH SENATOR STONE
SENATOR DICKSON
SMART
Senator Paynter (Sylvester Moore) is the father of the Agri- cultural Bill. His wonderful defense of it was successful, and it was carried by a large majority of the women Senators. The bill did not, as you see, win on its merits. His winning person- ality and cool deliverance excite the admiration of his fellow Senators of the more susceptible sex.
Senator Crawford (Mr. Kendall) is one of the leading spirits of the Senate. He always has great weight when he enters his opinion, and the following speech, made by him against woman suffrage, will go down in our records as one of the gems of
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American oratory, deserving to rank with masterpieces of Lin- might be wasted if we had to wait for a less experienced tongue coln: "Mr. President, I am bitterly opposed to this resolution. to say, "Second the motion, Mr. President."
To give the women the right to vote is utterly absurd! The men always have voted alone, and always will. MY OPPONENT IS ABSOLUTE- LY RIDICULOUS Women are fickle and easily bought off. Their inconstancy would soon lead to a very corrupt government. To change the custom, which has buffeted the storms of centuries, is folly. If women are allowed to vote they SENATOR STONE should be made to serve in the army and navy. May I never see the day when women are al- lowed National suffrage. They will become tyrants. Take me, for example; when women are granted National suffrage my wife will SMART not stay at home. I will be left there to care for the babies, and wash the dishes. After a short period of this drudgery my frail figure would soon waste away. If it is granted, political differences will become a basis for divorce. Domestic estrangements would be so numerous as to be a warning to those contemplating marriage. Therefore, Mr. President, I hope my fellow Senators will use their common sense and vote against woman suffrage."
Senator Simmons (Mary Sample) rendered an eloquent ora- tion in defense of the six-year presidential term. Her emphatic gestures and concise grammar readily convinced her fellow Sena- tors. She is famous for her speech on the Philippines Bill, when she feelingly quoted the constitution and paid a last tearful tribute to the memory of Patrick Henry, "Give me liberty or give me death." Her seventh heaven is in a heated discussion.
Senator Dixon (Richard Morgan) is of invaluable use to the Senate as a seconder of motions, saving us much time, which
Senator Nelson's (Ralph Bruner) speech against woman suf- rage clearly showed his opinion of women, when he stated that women were not capable of handling the privilege of voting.
Senator McClain (Mabel Toles) is an example of what the Senate has done for the school. After attending three meetings her slumbering power of oratory was awakened, and in the dis- cussion of the presidential term resolution, her logical speech showed deep thought and greatly astonished her fellow Senators.
Senator Grona (Rosalind Gant) succeeded in offering a good defense for the presidential term resolution. Her speech was the result of solemn thought.
During the 1913 session, the Senate discussed the following Bills: The direct election of United States Senators ; a bill pro- viding a civil government for the Philippines; a resolution to amend the Constitution, limiting the President's term of office to one term of six years; a reso- WHAT 15 TURKEY! lution to amend the Constitution, granting equal suffrage to men and women; a bill providing for the establishment and maintenance of agri- cultural stations in districts where sixty per cent. of the population are engaged in agricul- SENATOR SWANSON. tural pursuits ; a bill providing for the adoption of a standard metric system. These are some of the bills which have brought the Senators in touch with the vital questions of the day. The presidential term resolution, the woman suffrage resolution and the agricultural bill brought about heated discussions. Statistics and facts played a large part in the argu- ment of the contending Senators. They were discussed with an
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understanding which does credit to the Senators. Their ability to cope with the questions shows their preparation and enthusiasm. After reading the history of this past session of the most illus- trious Senate ever convened; after coming to full understanding of the laws passed and questions discussed, can any citizen of this
country deny that we have achieved our complete purpose; that we have formed ourselves into a body which can be depended upon for a National safeguard ?- Senator Cummins (Frank Stewart).
THE LUCKY AND UNLUCKY.
Anna and Robert, their fate is sad. The other day Bob got mad, And he told Anna he wouldn't stand it-
He wouldn't go with her if she went with Eddie Andis.
"Well, I guess you and I will have to quit," she said. Bob staggered backwards holding his head;
"And you love Eddie better than me?"
"Yes," then she turned and hurried down the street.
(A few lines composed by Edith Duncan, and I was told to have you look over it to put it in the Annual. Shows pathos, mirth, tragedy and love; also rhythm and beats, etc. Look it over.) Lowell Smart.
Is it proper to state my message to my friend's father when she is not at home? Ignorant, Eddie Andis. As a rule, no! It would probably not be received by him. Better call later.
Daphine R .- Where shall I put my name on this picture?
Miss Engibous (looking at the drawing)-Put it some place where it won't show.
Miss S. (in English)-You know Jupiter has nine moons.
Bob M .- I'll never go there then. There is enough moonlight here for me.
Mr. Moore-For what else besides a disinfectant is hydrogen peroxide used-
L. Smart-To bleach eyebrows.
Dick M .- I am going to make "S" next month in Chemistry. B. B .- How is that?
Dick-I am going to have Moore up for dinner soon.
Mr. K .- What is the difference between calico and muslin ? Miner P .- Muslin is starched, isn't it?
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THE SPIRIT THAT COUNTS.
The night was damp and cloudy; the way foul. The single horseman, cloaked and booted, who pursued his way across Willesden Common, had not met a traveler, when the sound of wheels came to his ear from the darkness ahead. The rider turned his horse abruptly and crashed into the bushes which bordered the road. "Whoa, Belle," he spoke hoarsely.
The wheels approached slowly, until they were directly oppo- site the man in the bushes, then they stopped. "Better loosen the reins, Henry. "Tis hard pulling in this mud. Gads! this night is of the devil's own making." The voice from the carriage was impatient but commanding.
Suddenly the horse in the bushes pricked up her ears and neighed. The rider swore an oath under his breath and his hand went to the sword at his side.
"What was that?" came the voice from the road. "It sound- ed very like the neigh of a horse nearby. See to it, sirrah. We want no highway holdups tonight."
Before the man in the bushes could draw his sword, a figure on horseback flashed a lantern in his face, blinding him for an in- stant. The horseman advanced and caught his horse's rein.
"Come along here, my fine friend," the intruder sneered. A few paces and they were upon the road. The captive pulled his broad hat low over his eyes, wrapped his cloak close about him, and kept silent.
The conveyance in the middle of the road was an impressive one, such as was used by those of wealth. The horses, though evidently of a fine breed, were hanging their heads in weariness. Two horsemen stood back of the carriage. The third continued to hold on to the stranger's horse. The stranger himself pro-
ceeded to take notice of all this in the dim light of the lanterns. Suddenly the carriage door was thrown open, and the figure of a man, unquestionably the owner of the voice, filled the opening.
"Well," he spoke, "so we've trapped you, eh! What do you want, my friend?" The voice was scornful.
The cloaked figure was silent.
"Answer me, fellow! What did you aspire to do?"
"You have made a mistake, sir. I am no highwayman.' ' The stranger's voice was cool and unruffled.
"Oh, indeed!" scoffed the occupant of the carriage. "May I inquire what you are then?"
"I am a gentleman. Perhaps that is why you failed to recog- nize me," replied the stranger calmly.
The man in the carriage flushed with rage.
"You insulting cur! Reeves, Holls! unhorse the man."
The stranger coolly slid from his horse without any encourage- ment from the attendants. One, however, dismounting, stepped up behind him and jerked open the cloak, revealing a scarlet uniform.
The man in the carriage started in astonishment; then his eyes flashed.
"Upon my word! What means this? Sir, explain yourself." The speaker's voice quivered with suppressed rage.
The wearer of the scarlet coat brought his face within a foot of that of his inquisitors. His eyes were steely.
"That is not concerning you, sir.'
"What! Then I'll make it my concern. Holls, search the man. He may have some papers on his person. Stevens says his Majesty has some enemies in his army." The voice was searching and indignant.
Before the red-coated figure had time to turn, his arms were
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bound and the man addressed as Holls was going through his pockets. The stranger's breath came hard.
"You fools!" he burst forth. "I have nothing on my person.'
"So? We'll make sure of that," taunted Holls. "You - ah, a paper." He laughed. "Yes, you may well flinch. His Majesty is not easy on traitors." He turned and passed the paper to the man in the carriage.
The man in the scarlet coat wrenched at the cords which bound his arms in a vain attempt to loosen them.
"D- you!" he flung out.
The figure in the carriage had unfolded the paper, and holding it near a lantern, read:
"My Englishman :- Meet me on the east side of Willesden Common at 11 by the clock tonight. Be cautious. There are many Yankees on the roads these days. Do not let anyone see thee on the road. I fear my father's wrath, but my love for thee is stronger than my fear. Clementine, my maid, will be with me. Thine own, "MARGIE."
A smile spread over the reader's face. He leaned forward in his seat again.
"Unbind him, Holls. Young man, I admire your spirit. No man ever faced me with such words on his lips as those with which you have addressed me. I believe his Majesty has a loyal supporter in you." The man in the red coat lifted his hat. "And I hope," the speaker continued, his face softened, "that you may live happily ever after."
Then the voice took on a business-like air. "Your name, sir. I will see that you are promoted."
The man in the scarlet coat spoke sharply, for in spite of the gentleman's interest he was piqued to think that Margie's note had been revealed.
"Who are you, sir, to take such authority? I'll make my ap- peal to his Excellency, the Governor, when I have been deserving of a promotion."
The figure in the carriage leaned back wearily.
"I hope so, sir. I am the Governor of Massachusetts." GERTRUDE VAUGHN, '15.
THE NEW CHURCH CARPET.
"What shall the harvest be-e-e, Oh what shall the harvest be-e?"
If Mrs. Secrist hadn't sung the hymn one word back of every- one else, if Mrs. Harper hadn't sung it higher than the organ, the singing would have sounded very well.
At last the strains of the hymn died away, and Elizabeth Ann Perkins arrived, as it was her habit to be late. Nobody was surprised, but this time she had something on her mind.
"Hev they done anything yet?" she whispered to Mrs. Baker.
"Nothin' but the hymn, Sister Ann," was the reply.
The president, a tall, solemn-looking woman, had risen to ad- dress the meeting.
"Sisters, our society hasn't done much lately. Someone's either been gettin' married, or been sick. But it's all over now. We've called a meeting to plan to entertain the elder, when he comes next month. After that we'll read a letter from a missionary in India, wanting us to raise some money."
Sister Secrist rose. She wore a voluminous black dress, and an old-fashioned bonnet.
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"I kin eat him, if Sister Jane kin sleep him," she said. But Sister Jane could not; her baby had the whooping cough. Sister Elizabeth Ann rose and said, "I could eat and sleep him both, but I won't unless you get a new carpet for this church. It's all very well to give to th' heathens, but it's an insult to the Lord to worship in this ragged, dirty place. I make a motion that this society git enough money to buy a carpet."
"I second the motion !" said Mrs. Baker.
The president, Mrs. Jones, arose and asked impressively, "Everybody here knows as carpets cost money. I think a little bit more than the thirty-seven cints we hev in the treasury. Now, where are we goin' to get that money?"
"You kin hev a supper at my house, and the young folks kin get up speeches and games, an' I think we kin make enough fer the carpet," replied Elizabeth.
The treasurer, Mrs. Wilson, said she would give a cake, even if it did make her husband mad (as it did).
Elizabeth Ann's house was soon filled on the evening of the party. Everything was, "Howd'y do, howd'y do." The spirit of generosity and good will was everywhere. They played "heavy, heavy, what hangs over," and many other games. Mrs. Wilson set the table for supper, but Mrs. Jones did not approve. She wanted the knives, forks and spoons on the right side of the plate, while Mrs. Wilson had placed the forks on the left.
"That's the way my daughter, Ellen, had 'um, at her weddin' dinner," said Mrs. Wilson.
"By the way," asked Elizabeth Ann, "has Joel got reconciled to Ellen marryin' that Reed fellow yit?"
Mrs. Wilson did not answer, but turned and went to the kitchen. After the supper all agreed that they had had a splen- did time, as they left for their homes.
After the dishes were washed, and the spoons carefully sorted, the members of the society counted up the proceeds. There was so much money that Mrs. Wilson was afraid to take it home with her, until her husband nudged her and whispered, "Someone else might steal or spend it." So she carried it home in fear, and trembling, and put it under the carpet.
The next morning she got a letter from Philadelphia. "It's from Henry," she said. "Ellen's sick." Mr. Wilson read the letter, then threw it down on the table.
"I allus said Henry Reed wasn't no good. You was sot on Ellen marryin' him. Now, you're gettin' it back. You've got a son-in-law that can't make a livin' for his family. Writes fer you to come and take care of Ellen, and then don't send you the money to come with. He needn't think he's goin' to git it out of me," said Joel Wilson.
"Oh, Joel!" exclaimed his wife, now busy re-reading the letter. "He says Ellen keeps askin' fer me. It would make her feel so much better to have me there."
"Thin let him send the money, that's all I got to say," grumbled Mr. Wilson, as he took his hat from behind the door, and went out of the house, with a slam on the door which put a period to all pleadings.
Mrs. Wilson wept and churned, and churned and wept, that morning but with little effect.
It seemed that the butter would never come. When at last her task was finished, she sank into a chair, and emptied from a blue sugar bowl all her butter and egg savings. She counted the money, but there was not enough. Just then she thought of the society money under the carpet. Satisfying her conscience with the thought that when she came back she would sell butter and
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eggs to pay it back, she took the money. Late that evening she left for Philadelphia,
When her daughter got better, she came home, bringing her little granddaughter, Mary. She loved both of her grandparents very much, often saying, "I love my grandpa, but I feels sorry for my grandma, she cries so much." In fact, Mrs. Wilson was suffering from a guilty conscience.
One day a postcard came, on which was written, "There will be a meeting of the society at the church tonight, to present to the elder the money for the new church carpet. Yours,
"MARTHA BROWN, Secretary of Society."
"I guess grandma's goin' to cry again," said little Mary.
Grandma was crying, "Joel, please give me the money I took out of the society's money," she begged.
"You took it out, an' you git it back the best way you kin," said Mr. Wilson.
That night they all went to church. Mary sat between her grandparents. The church was full. The elder started the hymn :
"My father is rich in houses and lands; He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands.
Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold, His coffers are full. He has riches untold."
The hymn ended and Mrs. Jones rose to speak. "Will Sister Wilson please give the money to the elder?"
Sister Wilson did not move.
"Are you ready, Sister Wilson?" Slowly she rose to her feet, and said, "The new carpet ___ ," she stopped. Her husband had drawn from his pocket a roll of bills, from which he took several.
"It's right here," he said. "Thirty dollars. Amanda was afeered she might lose it, so I've been keepin' it for her."
When, at the close of the meeting, the elder rose and an- nounced the hymn, "Thank God Salvation's Free," Mr. and Mrs. Wilson joined heartily in the chorus.
ROSALIND GANT, '14.
THE SPY.
It was 10 o'clock. The captain and the general were seated at a table in the general's tent. It was evident that the captain was worried. A look of sad determination and relentlessness was plainly seen on the face of the general.
"Captain Macy, I do not think it necessary to argue the mat- ter any further. I have given my orders that the fellow is to be shot at sunrise."
"But, General, I do not think that he is guilty of being a spy. True, he was found under suspicious circumstances. His stub- born silence is against him, but I wish you would give me until tomorrow. I believe I could do something for him. On the plea of our old friendship, I ask you to do this."
The captain leaned forward and put his hand on the arm of his superior. The general shook it off, and rising from his chair he began to pace the room. The captain spoke again.
"Do you know, General, that that young fellow reminds me a great deal of you when I first knew you? The same black, curly hair, brown eyes, and square chin. The way he carries him- self, too, is exactly the same. If you would only consent to give me the extension of time!"
The general stopped in his nervous walk and glowered at his friend.
Macy, I have told you once and for all that I refuse. The
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fellow was caught under suspicious circumstances and refuses to give any explanation. Therefore, he must suffer the penalty. It is now 10:30. I beg to be excused from further discussion to- night. Good night."
And being thus curtly dismissed the captain departed. Enter- ing his tent he sank in a chair and buried his face in his hands. Presently he left the tent and approached a larger one not far away.
"I wish to speak with the prisoner. You may guard from that stump there," he said to the guard, who immediately retired to the stump, about twelve feet from the entrance of the guard house.
Upon entering the tent the captain saw the figure of a young man reclining upon a pile of blankets. His face was turned towards the entrance, and by his closed eyes and measured breath- ing the captain knew he was asleep. He gazed at the youthful, handsome face.
"My Lord! How like! If the General had ever been mar- ried, I would say this was his child."
He touched the young fellow's shoulder and instantly the pris- oner sprang to his feet, saluting. But on second thought, a calm. defiant look came into his eyes.
"You do not seem glad to see me, my boy," and the captain smiled. "But I am not surprised. Believe, me, I am your friend. The General has given orders that you are to be shot as a spy at sunrise. I do not believe you are a spy." He looked searching- ly at the young fellow. He was rewarded by a relieved look, which passed over the younger man's face. But all he said was a brief "Thank you."
"I have been trying to persuade the General to give you an extension of time, but he refuses. Can you not give me your confidence, in order that I may be able to help you?"
"I thank you, Captain, but I can give my confidence to no one but the General. I give you my word of honor that I am not a spy. I was found in the clothes of a Southerner, but I am not a Southerner. If the General would give me a hearing I think I could convince him of my innocence. But he refuses. I asked for an audience, but he said he was busy and could not, nay, would not. What I would say involves the honor of another, and I can tell no one but the General. I had hoped to explain, but I have given up hopes," and a yearning, grieved look came into his eyes.
"While there is life there is hope, remember. I will try to get an interview with the General for you. Do you know, you re- mind me very much of the General?"
"What! Do you see a likeness?" cried the young man, and he looked eagerly into the face of the captain.
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