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o A Gifted Daughter of Lucy Cobb. Miss Kathleen Hulme was the winner of a prize of twenty-five dollars in gold offered recently by the Ladies’ Home Journal for the best cover design. The offer was made to the Art Department of Lucy Cobb Institute, of which Miss Hulme was a student, and it remained for a girl of fourteen years to carry off the prize. The design was done on a light green back-ground, with a border of dark green. In each corner was a large snow ball—thin leaves edged with white. The high source from which this prize comes, but emphasizes the artistic genius of this modest little maiden who agreed only after much persuasion to furnish her picture which was made some months before the prize was offered. In her home where the fragrance of Christian culture is breathed on every side, her beautiful crea tions of art, like poems of thought, feeling and vision, speak in silent eloquence to every guest who enters there. ww&JB ■«/ 'My /f .y KATHLEEN HULME. Asked what she meant to make her life work, this gifted young girl answered in words of humble consecration: “I have thought,” she said, 1 ‘that I would love to teach art in some foreign land.” Novel but striking conception that. Whether with tongue of flame or pen of light or brush of speaking power, the best meaning of education from the Christian’s point of view is the consecration of every talent to the uplift of humanity for the glory of God. The Negro Bootblack and the College President, He was only a little “pickanniny” on the streets of Forsyth. He plied an honest trade. He was a bootblack, with a facial emphasis on the black. Passing along to church on Sunday morning came a great man in that little negro’s eye. He was Dr. Charles Spurgeon Jackson, of Monroe College. “Shine, Perfesser?” “No, my boy,” said the kind-hearted educator. “I don’t need my shoes blacked right now.” “Jes any time you need a shine Perfesser, I’ll shine ’em fer ye fer nuthin’.” 4 IB The Golden Age for April 5, 1906. And President Jackson told his nearly four hun dred girls at chapel next morning that he treasured the offer of that little negro bootblack as one of the deepest, highest compliments he ever received. The great educator did not, of course, give to his stu dents his full interpretation of the bootblack’s meaning; but to one who ponders the words and manner of that small sable child of the street, the meaning is beautiful and clear. It was the untu tored obeisance of serving childhood to a man of high position and honor. That bootblack felt that he would be doing something high and splendid if he could be allowed to black the shoes of the Presi dent of the big college at whose handsome build ings he looked in wonder, though not in comprehen sion, every day. He wanted to black a great man’s shoes, even though he should do it for nothing. He was not thinking of the ample salary of the college President, nor yet of his pretty farms lying just beyond the city limits. He only knew that he was the honored President of the great college across the way, and although it should profit him nothing of pennies and cost him dust on his knees and grime on his hands, he was anxious to come in contact with a great personality. After all, isn’t it well worth living to have a personality great enough to make even a little boot black count it a privilege to come in touch with one’s life? The Georgia Tech. It is a great pleasure to write for The Golden Age something of the happenings at the ‘ ‘ Tech,” be cause so many things indicate convincingly that our school is now indeed entering upon its “Golden Age.” We have a faculty which is taking more and more interest in the school, as is already evidenced by the amazing amount of work expected of us. The two higher classes have adopted the honor system this year, bringing about an important improve ment over former conditions. The “Tech” has been well represented this term in several churches and Sunday Schools. We have large and enthusiastic classes at the First Baptist Church, at North Avenue Presbyterian and at St. Mark’s Methodist Church. Our Y. M. C. A. is a live organization. It is true that the number of members is comparatively small—less than a hundred out of a school enroll ment of five hundred—but they amply make up in enthusiasm what they lack in numbers. We sent three delegates to the Student’s Convention at Nashville, who took an active interest in the work of that movement. We are conducting an interest ing Bible Class, and have good meetings for talks from outsiders and from the student members of the Association, every Sunday evening. The Building Committee promises to have a Y. M. C. A. building on the Tech campus in the near future, and they’ll do it, too, because the Y. M. C. A. at “Tech” has never yet failed to keep a promise of that kind. What is still more of interest is that we are to have next year an Association Secretary. This was made possible through the help of the trustees. Mr. J. L. Neal, a graduate of Milsapp College, has been selected for this position. Those who are familiar with the work of the college secretaries of the Y. M. C. A. know how much this means for us. The work on the new Lyman Hall Laboratory is making good progress. With the library promised us by Mr. Carnegie we are soon to have a campus unequalled anywhere else in the South. (Os course the school itself is without, a peer now.) Watch the “Tech.” LEWIS R. JACKSON. Chapel Talks at Mercer. 1 believe that it is the almost universal experience of college men that during their first year they heartily welcome every chapel talker—regardless of who he is, or what he says. But this experience passes, and then we would make a distinction. It was our pleasure last week to have in our chapel Dr. Faunee, President of Brown University, and Wm. I). Upshaw. How pleasant it is to hear a fresh voice; how in spiring to listen to one whose words are eloquent K/Ma ora .JSg| . wi J. BUFORD COPELAND. and powerful'. It has been the inquiry of many, “How was it that Dr. Faunee was so attractive, and his words so eloquent?” If we are not mis taken, the answer is this: He has lived a clean pri vate and public life; he prepared himself intellec tually for the appreciation of the greatest problems of life: he has sought the truth diligently. Evi dently he has realized it to a greater degree than most men, and now, he comes to us as a plain, sim ple man, with a message. To see and hear such a man makes vs feel that life is worth while; that we want the thing which he has, that speaks louder than words; that we are more determined to iden tify ourselves with God, and to lay our service at the feet of humanity. There is perhaps not a visitor to our chapel who is greeted with as much enthusiasm as is Mr. W. D. Upshaw. He never fails to speak interestingly, elo quently and wisely. He makes us laugh; he causes us to think seriously and feel deeply; and, withal, quickens our energy and enthusiasm. We want him to come oftener and stay longer. J. Buford Copeland. n ml 9