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Oiir aim is to encourage deserving
students wlio catch the sj)irit of St.
Augustine’s and who are ready to
carry to otliers the teacliings that
they received here. As a means of
kec])ing our records up to date, we
are asking tliat all graduates and
former students write their name and
address on a jjost card and mail it to
St. Augustine’s College, Raleigh.
Tile otlier way that our Alumni As
sociation may serve the College is to
.'■tand behind the program of its
President. St. Augustine’s College is
fortunate to have as its directing
head the Rev. Edgar H. Goold, of
whom Dean Paj’ne of New York U-
niversity, in his report on St. Augus
tine’s College, wrote; “He has the
confidence of the community, the re
spect of the facultj' and students. He
is a man of fine ability and enthusi
asm, and is inspired with the spirit
of service. He has the interest of the
institution at heart, and is untiring
in his efforts to build it up.” On be
half of the Alumni Association,
President Goold, W’e pledge you our
unqualified support.
JADE AND COLD
A SHORT STOUY
As lie sip])ed his chrysanthemum-
scented tea, Ilok-su-min closed his
eyes, dreamily. The scarlet hung
room was fragrant with strange-
smelling incense wliieh drowsed his
senses, and made companionship
with his young grandson. Nun Li,
[ilcasing.
Hok-su-min opened his eyes and
looked at Nun I.i, “My dear grand-
,son,” he said, in his ])leasant voice,
“in this life we give not enough
thought to the forces which control
us. These forces are all about us, but
the fact is not realized. Light and
shadow, music, motion, color, rhy
thm, and sweet perfume compose
beauty. Of these, color predominates.
Look to your own race. We, the de
scendants of the sun-god are yellow,
tlie divine color. We are steeped in
this hue which swirls over everything
like a flood, leaving drowsiness and
lassitude in its wake.” “Ah, Life, my
young Nun Li,” mused Hok-su-min.
“what is it, in its fullest sense?
Naught but a flower whose petals
are our years, either snatched by the
wind, which is Youth, or bitten by
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the frost, which is Age.”
As Hok-su-min paused and medi
tated, Nun Li surveyed his grand
father speeulatively. To him, Life
seemed more of a puzzle than a flow
er. It was very odd to be sitting in
this gorgeous room in his grandfath
er’s wonderful palace. This was the
Scarlet Room, the one chamber to
which entrace had always been de
nied him. This was where his grand
father wrote the great books which
were his gift to the civilization of his
beloved China. It seemed to the boy,
as he looked about, that every con
venience of the Occident and every
luxury of the Orient had been drawn
in this apartment, which was nearly
as famous and mythical as Hok-su-
min himself. Hok-su-min the philo
sopher, the dreamer, the fanatic, in
))ursuit of beauty so lavishly spread
about.
Furtively, Nun Li studied the old
man’s face, observing carefully the
eves. They were alert, grave, as was
fitting; for Hoksu-min W'as a philo
sopher whose fame had spread thru
all of China. In Mongolia in Man-