THE ELON COLLEGE WEEKLY.
Greensboro, N» C., Wednesday, December 21, 1910
and Elon College, N. C.
VOL. !♦ New Series.
LOCALS AND PERSONALS.
—Miss Bryan left Sunday to spend the
holidays at her home in Mars Hill.
—Mr. Bunn Hearne returned Friday
from a visit to Starksville^Miss.
—Dr. P. II. Fleming preached at the
eleven o’clock service Sunday. Everybody
enjoyed the very able sermon.
—Miss Lucy (iregory left Sunday for
her home at Virgilina, Va., to si>end the
holidays.
—In tlie Y. W. C. A. Sunday afternoon
Miss Sallie Foster was the leader; subject,
The Secret of Power.
—Misses ('lements and Sudie McCauley
led in the Christian Endeavor Society on
Sunday evening; subject, “If We Really
Love .lesus.”
—Mr. J. P. Huffman has sold the Huff
man Hotel to Mr. W. C. Michael, of Gib-
bonville. Mr. Huffman will move out this
week, and Mr. Michael will move his fam
ily her.-: sometime within the next few
Jays.
—The Fall Term of the present scliool
year will end Thursday, when practically
all of the student body will go away, to
spend the holidays with their jiarents and
friends.
Sunday School Report for Dec. 18, 1910.
Class No. 1. Mr. 0. B. Barnes, Teacher.
Present, 14; collection, 34 cts.
Cla.sK No. 2. Dr. J. U. Newman, Teach
er. Present, 6; collection, 23 cts.
Class No. 3. Prof. T. C. Amick. Teach
er. Piesent, 15; collection, 35 cts.
Class No. 4. Mr. A. L. Lincoln, Teach
er. Present, G; collection, 36 cts.
Class No. 5. Mrs. Rosa Machen, Teach
er. Present, 17; collection, 28 cts.
Class No. 6. Mrs. J. AV. Patton, Teach
er. Present 25; collection, 9 cts.
Class No. 7. Miss Etehel Clements,
Teacher. Present, 15; collection, 10 cts.
Class No. 8. Mrs. J. M. Saunders,
Teacher. Present, 16: collection, 7 cts.
Class No. 9. Mis. J. L. Foster, Teacher.
Present, 22; collection, 13 cts.
Teacher Training Class. Mr. E. T. Hines,
Teacher. Present, 6; collection, 2 cts.
Citizens’ Bible Class. Prof. W. A.
Harper, Teacher. Present, 22; collection,
32 cts.
Mission Study Class. Mr. R. A. Lam-
phell. Teacher. Present, 17; collection,
52 cts.
Totals: Scholars, 1S6; whole school,,
388; collection, $2.81.
J. Sipe Fleming, Sec.
COLLEGE JARGON.
0 no, Mabel! You are mistaken; a per
son may be angry, and then not have the
“Distemper.”
Talking to the women is treacherous
1/Usiness. (J. C. Rowland).
“It’s when she’s trying to make things
I'Ot for him, that a woman treats a man
coldly.”
Mr. Hall; What’s your favorite song,
Stuart 1
Mr. Stuart: I think the name of it is:
“Go Easy, Mabel.”
Several of the students, during the past
few days, have been humming the good
old melody, ‘ ‘ Take me back to Old Vir
ginia.” Messrs. J. C. Stuart and “Dock”
Hall have learned the chorus.
The Freshmen: “I’ll just bet our folks
won’t know us when we get home. We’ve
grown so much.
The Sophs: “Doesn’t it seem a long
time since we were Freshmen?”
The Juniors: “I just wish that we coulJ
show that ‘Senior Bunch’ a thing or two.
I iguess we’ll show the Freshmen and
preps what dignity means, about next
year. ”
The Seniors: “The time has been all
too short. It has all been very different
from what I expected. I can see now
how very little my stock of knowledge
a|)pears.
Home at Christmas.
I sit by the homestead fireplace
And watch the shadows play
Upon the mottled ceiling
Bedimmed by age, they say.
Among those flickering sliadows
My memory seems to see
The stocking by the chimney,
My childhood’s Christmas tree.
I u.sed to be a little lad
As cute as cute could be;
A littl" white-haired, bjuc-eyed b>y,
And sat upon my daddy’s knee.
'/hose shadows tell a pretty story
Of iny eaily childhood days:
I see my shaJow, I’m still a child—
I’ve only changed my childish ways.
I used to ride a gooly horse,
It was my pajia’s bended knee;
I’d like to lide that horse again,
But now I’m quite too big, you see.
Now, when you’re home at Christmas,
Don’t try to seem so large, I say.
Just act like little folks again.
And drive dull care away.
JERRY VARDELL.
By Exodus Keene.
In Ten Chapters.—Chapter III.
The first to speak after the fall of the
body was heard was Jeriy Vardell. “Fel
lers, give me a match, quick; somebody is
hurt.” The desired match was produced
in short order, and was applied to Jerry’s
lump with the same degiee of alacrity.
This I saw from the rays which came
through the side wall, which separated
my room from Jen-y’s. The next to
speak was “Shorty” Jones, who in a
voice of indescribable terror exclaimed—
‘ ‘ My God! Dick Ross is as dead as a
stone.” In an instant I was upon the
floor, floundering about, to find something
with which to cover my pajamas. Pres
ently I found a rain-coat, slipped it on,
and in a jiffy was upon the scene. It was
the most remarkable sight that I have
ever witnessed: at the center of the little
room upon the floor sat Jerry Vardell,
clad in scanty night attire, holding the
limp form of Dick Ross, mopping away
V ith a towel the blood which was slowly
oozing from an ugly wound just above
the right temple. Dick was pale as
death, and obviously altogether uncon
scious.
“What’s the matter here?” said I.
“Mr. Stone,” replied Jerry, “it was
sorter dark in here when these fellers
come after m?, an’ I reckon I hit this un’
with that little ^ioce o’ wagon-tire, lyin’
over there by the table.”
1 looked over to wliere Jerry nodded,
and was astonished to see a piece of a
two-horse wagon tire, about two feet in
length. “Good heavens, man!” I exclaim
ed. “What are you doinr with that sort
of a thing in your room?” At this Jerry
turned a deep ciimson, and said; “I
heard the fellers a sayin’ this evenin’ that
they were a coinin’ to see me to-night, so
I got ready for them.”
But it was no time for explanations
row; if possible, something must be done
I'or Dick Ross.
“Mr. Vardell,” said I, “let me hold
Dick awhile. Bring me some fresh water
in a hurry.” .Teriy hastened to comply
with my reijuest, and I took charge of
Ross. My first impulse was to see if his
heart was still beating. I slipped my
hand in upon his chest and prtssed it
tightly for a moment, holding my breath
as 1 did so; in my frame of aaitation I
could scarcely tell whether there were
any signs of paipituiron or not . Pei haps
the movement 1 f It «as my own. I wait
ed a few moments, trying the while to re
gain my composure, and repeated the pro
cess. Tliis time I was sure that I could
feel within him a faint struggling.
“Shorty” Jones and his companions,
Stanley Christy, Paul Matthews and Bo-
by Lincoln, had yielded to Shorty’s first
impulse, that Dick Ross had been killed
instantly, and were sitting upon the edge
of Jerry’s bed, sadly awaiting expulsion
and the final obsequies.
As to what had become of the remainder
of the fellows, I had no time for enquir
ing. I guessed, though, that they had de
cided to class themselves with the tribe
of invertebrates, nather than face the
present situation.
Presently Jerry came in, panting, with
f pail of fresh water, and immediately
handed some to me, in a cup, and I pour
ed it, a little at a time, into his mouth,
pressing his laiynx in order to allow it
to go down, until the entire cup-full had
been used.
When I had finished this business, Jer
ry placed a basin with some water near
me, and gave me a fresh towel which I
saturated with the water and placed it
upon Dick’s forehead.
I then put my hand about the heart of
my charge again, and discovered that the
beating was much stronger now, and de
cidedly more regular. Slowly be began to
breathe again.
Somehow I had thought from the first
that Dick Ross would “come around”
all right. He was Evans’ Full-back, ’06,
and had played a great game during the
whole season. In fact, he had won the
coveted prize which is given each season
No. 32
to its most successful athlete. Dick was
broad-slumldered, stood a good six fe.t
liigh, and tipped the beam at a hundred
and ninety, and was to be the popular
captain of the ’07 eleven.
“Cheer up, ‘Shorty,’ ” said I, “Dick is
coming to himself again, and will be per
fectly conscious within the next few min
utes. ’ ’
“Shorty” was staitled at this unex-
liected announcement, and reverently re-
spondjd; “Thank God, and you. Hardy
Stone!”
Just then Dick Stone opened liis eyes.
(To be continued.)
CHEERFULNESS.
W'.ll has it been said, “God bless the
cheerful person,” fur there seems to be
no other social trait that stands above
cheerfulness. The cheerful person is to
the home and friends what the sun is to
the day or the stars are to the night.
When we are cheerful, all nature smiles
with us; the air seems more balmy; the
sky more clear; the ground a brighter
green; the trees have a richer foliage; tlie
llowers a more fragrant smell; the birds
sing more sweetly; all the universe ap-
j.ears more beautiful.
The cheerful face not only enlivens ev
ery other face it meets, and helps to fill
til'm with joy and gladness, but physio
logical investigalions have shown that
pleasurable feelings cause an expansion
of the blood vessels, decrease the rate of
heart beat, but making each stroke stron
ger, increa.se the depth of breathing, give
■vigor and musical tone to the voice, and
strengthen all voluntary muscles. Where
as a scowl and frown make a selfish heart,
cause a contraction of blood-vessels, and
in general produce exactly the opposite
to those just mentioned arising from feel
ings of pleasure.
It is each one’s duty to see which of
these countenances he is cultivating. If
he finds that he is developing into the
stage of vinegar, he should, at once, begin
to search for the source of sugar.
How beautiful it is to see one meet
hard tasks and discouragements with a
happy heart and a cheerful face, always
keeping on the sunny side. It seems hard
when our labors appear to bring forth
nothing but useless and ugly weeds. Yet
the harder the task, the greater the need
of a song on our lips. He will conquer
who pushes on in spite of discouraging
words.
I believe cheerfulness is one of the
greatest of open doors to success; and,
further that cheerfulness will do much to
produce good health. The person that al
ways sees the bright side of life is seldom
sick. “A cheeiful heart is a good medi
cine, but a broken spirit drieth up the
bones,” says the proverb of Holy Writ.
The cheerful are the busy. When trou
ble rings your door bell, he will gently re
tire if you send him word, “Engaged.”
Cheerfulness is said to be a grace rath
er than a gift, and it is known that all
graces can be had freely for the asking.
H. E. Truitt.
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