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The Elon College Weekly
VOL. 1. New Series
BURLINGTON, N. C„ TUESDAY, MARCH 22, 1910.
And Elon College, N. C.
The Blessings of Toil.
An oration delivered by R. A. Truitt
at a regular meeting in the " Phi." hall,
February II, 1910.
task, and has in the end been victorious.
1 ell me not that cap and gown honor on
the stage on graduation day a more
w'orthy >pecimen of noble manhood, than
him who left home with no other assist-
Too often possibilities are measured by ance than a mother’s tears and prayers,
money. Too often manhood by wealth. Although that boy may not stand at the
Down through the ages it has con- head of his class, yet mark him. Some
stantly happened that lome men who day his State will rise up and say, " This
were born in palaces have sunk to the is our son."
lowest stations of honor and trust. While
some who are born in poverty and dis
honor have risen to the heights of honor
and usefulness. Surely the worth of man
is not his money, his houses, his lands;
but rather his head, his heart, his soul.
Editor Johnston of Charity and Chil
dren, believes that the day has passed
when very many boys enter college with
little or no money. He thinks it is a de
plorable fact that those good old days
have passed away and a rather wild and
reckless extravagance has tsiken possession
of the college boys. Editor Atkinson of
the Christian Sun, says in reply, " Our
observation leads us to believe that the
number of boys who work their way
through college increases rather than de
creases with the passing years. Methods
have changed, but not means, nor ends,
Some day his class-mates will say,
" Tom, you are the luckiest fellow I ever
saw." But Tom’s friend is mistaken, it
was pluck rather than luck. When Tom
was at college his spare time was spent
in his overalls, with sleeves rolled up,
while his class-mates and comrades were
lounging and loafing. The poor boy
learns early that whatever he is to be in
life depends on character, might and
manhood, and not his father's purse.
How can such a boy fail to succeed?
He lives nothing but success. He thinks
nothing but success. He dreams nothing
but success. He knows the elements of
victory. He knows the method of mix
ing them to get the required product.
His hand knows no other banner save
" Excelsior." His brow knows no other
crown save victory from his college days
till the great school of life is over and he
Psiphelian Society Entertain
i At their annual public entertainment in
the College Chapel at eight o’clock Fri
day evening, March 25, the Psiphelian
Society will present the following pro
Piano Duet, Polka De Salon, Weyts
Misses Aldridge and Newman.
' Essay, " The American WOman’s Social
Progress in the Nineteenth Cent
j Miss Sadie Fonville.
j Vocal Solo, (a) "Still wie die Nacht,"
Bohen; (b) " Little Girl,"
Miss Nannie Baker Farmer.
I College Clicks
j Miss Nellie Sue Fleming.
I Piano Solo, Valse Lente, Sieveklng
Miss Ethel DuRant.
A Dream of Fair Women
Play, " Mrs. Willis’ Will." Characters—
Mrs. Robinson, Made Farmer; Lady
Spindle, Carrie Boyd ; Mrs. Dwindle,
Nannie Baker Farmer; Jenny, Ruby
Satterfield; Rachel, Bessie McPherson.
" I Sing Because 1 Love to Sing," Pinsuti.
"We doubt," he says, "if there are as departs for home,
many boys as formerly cutting wood, Action is the main spring of life, thought
.crubb:i)g floor*, clcanuig up builuin^s aiiu the Lulaucc wlicel. Tlie uaidnce~wiieei
premises. But we believe there are more is a necessity. But without the main
boys who are managing clubs, waiting on spring nothing moves. If this be true,
tables, pressing clothes, acting as copyists those who have learned to act, to do
and secretaries than ever before." Fur- things, to bring things to pass, are they
ther he says, "Working one’s way who give force and power to the machi-
through school has been honored, exalted, nery of a commercial, moral and intellec-
glorified. And the boy who does this i tual world.
successfully is as well thought of as any ' You who t.re less fortunate financially,
boy in school." I don’t give up when dark days come.
That boys have risen from rude and Look ahead and not behind. Go for-
insignificant homes to g-eat and useful ward and not backward. When gloomy
lives we no longer doubt. And that! days come, hope on; behind the clouds
there are yet boys with limited means j the sun is still shining. When the sun
who are climbing the rugged pathway to i goes down, look up; the beautiful stars
glory and honor we no longer quertion. | are shining. Were the sun never to set.
Sometimes the boy, whose father has the stars could not appear,
a little money, thinks himself above the: R. A. Truitt,
average boy and wholly independent of |
"1 notice," said Mrs. Dewtell to her
and finds that he is not estimated at what i „^jghbor, Mrs. Doolittle, wife of " Lazy
value. He finds his college swelled head, husband doesn’t seem
h« big Cigar his arrogant backbone things ^ j,ing now-a-days, but lie in the
of no scarcity on the .narket and going hammock and eat apples. Has he come
very cheap. He wakes up and finds ■ . fortune?"
that whereas he thought he was h*d and „ qh, „o ; nothing of that kind," ex
shoulders above evesybody, the Poor | ^rs. Doolittle. "You see he’s
boys who borrowed money or worked l l • i • j r * l .
.1 • I 111 been having some kind oi stomach trou-
th^r way through school are now. some ^le and he consulted two different doc-
or them, head and shoulders above him. * xu c » » u l- ..
-Hi • I L J 111 about it. 1 he hrst one told him to
Tbe time has been, and possibly has ^ ^
not akogethar passed, when poor boys ^our after eating."
boys .vere sneered at by the ricri. It is
suchifl). these who try the courage and A Southern gentleman, hearing a com-
m?. fink'd of the working boy. But if he motion in his chicken-house one dark
ha 'tab’ right spirit he learns to face them night, took his revolver and went to in-
w; • is leerfulness. When he has done vestigate.
thi lerigreat lesson has been learned that
w. ie 'unt.
ide, ambitious poor boy who enters
cc'ie with little or no money, and
st ho 5 his way through, has won a
A Modern Improvement.
Three doctors were operating on a
man for appendicitis. After the opera
tion was over one of the doctors missed
a small sponge. The patient was re
opened, the sponge found within, and the
man sewed up again. Immediately the
second doctor missed a needle. Again
the patient was opened and closed.
TTien the third doctor missed a pair of
scissors. "Gentlemen," said the victim as
they were about to open him up again,
" for heaven’s sake, if you’re going to keep
this up, put buttons on me."
An old South Carolina colored man
was sent to the hospital of St. Xavier in
I One of the gentle, black-robed sisters
j put a thermometer in his mouth to take
1 his temperature. Presently, when the
doctor made his rounds, he said:
I "Well, Nathan, how do you feel?"
" 1 feel right tol’ble, boss."
' " Have you had nourishment?"
i " What did you have?"
' " A lady done gimme a piece of glass
ter suck, boss."—Lippincott’s.
Jake and Mandy.
Last October my aunt and I decided
to visit a friend in Washington. We left
home on Wednesday morning and went
by way of Greensboro, where we took a
This tram was crowded. Some pas
sengers were richly dressed, while others
were clad in the poorest garments.
Someone got off or on at almost every
station between Greensboro and Wash
When the train stopped at Lynchburg
an old lady got on who had lived a few
miles from town all her life, but had never
heen on a train before. She was an old-
fashioned woman and still held on to her
old split-bonnet. Her bonnet was a big
brown and white checked one. She
wore a black calico skirt, a red waist and
a white apron. She carried a snuff-box
and a tooth-brush in her hand, and she
used them often while on the train. Her
husband was with her, and he was dress
ed old-fashioned, too. They had their
tickets with them, and they thought they
had to give their tickets to their conduc
tor before getting on the train, so Jake,
the old man, handed them to the con
ductor, saying, "Take them things. I’m
tard of holdin’ ’em anyhow " They came
in and found a seat. Although they had
lived near Lynchburg and would not be
suspected of being so old-timey, when
I the newsboy came through selling oranges
and bananas the old lady said, " Jake,
what is them 'air yaller things he’s a
sellin’? They look sorter like them yaller
’maters we us’ter raise." They had a
considerable discussion over the oranges,
and when the boy came to the old folks,
I Jake said, " 1 jes wants to ax you what
them things is what you got in thar?"
When they boy told them they were
! oranges the old lady said she would jes'
j lak to taste one of the things. The
oranges were five cents each, and they
I were stingy, so Jake bought only one and
j said they could eat it between them.
I The old folks got off at Arrow Head and
1 were met by Jake's sister and her hus
band, who were good matches for Jake
I On arriving in Washington our friend
met us at the station, and we went to her
, home on the car. We passed many
I handsome buildings on the way.
" Who’s there?" he sternly demanded,
opening the door.
" Who’s there? Answer, or I'll shoot."
A trembling voice from the farthest
-tory. He has at the beginning corner, " Deed, sah; dey ain't nobody
upon seemingly an impossible hyah 'ceptin' us chickens!"
What Woman Is.
"What is a woman?" To a painter,
a model; to a doctor, a subject; to a
farmer, a housewife; to an invalid, a
nurse; to one without occupation, a play
thing ; to a Parisian, a dowry; to a nat
uralist, a female ; to a Huron, a beast of
burden; to a Roman, a woman of the
world; to a college don, an angel; to a
poet, a flower, and to a Christian, a
" This," said the teacher to her class of
small arithmeticians, " is a unit." She
held up a pencil. "This book is a unit,
too," said she. " And these are units,"
and she showed them a ruler, a flower
and an apple.
Then she peeled an apple, and hold
ing up the peels, said, " Now, children,
what is this?"
" Come, you know what it is," she
Little Bill's hand went up slowly.
" Well, William," said the teacher.
" Please, ma'am ; the skin of a unit."