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THE UNIVERSITY BUMBLE-BEE
The Library.
Better Order and a Better Li
brarian Advised.
And you call this nursery that
masquerades under the name of a
library a pretty good institution
do you? Well, well, well, of all
the simpletons in the world you
are the prince.
The editor of the Georgian some
months ago came near expressing
the Bee’s sentiments on this mat
ter, but I propose to say what that
gentleman, for the love of his dip,
could only hint at. He surely saw
it—Not an owl in the world but
could see in the brightest glare of
a noonday sun that the present li
brarian of the Uniyersity of Geor
gia is no more competent to hold
the job than a Bumble Bee is
competent to write love ditties,
In this connection we are told;
that there was one lone professor in | 86011 on
all the bunch that wasn’t blinder | P roac hed it.
deal more about selling her measly
little pots of candy than she does
about supplying an ignorant boy
with a good book. I say to think
of her being called a librarian is
absolutely preposterous, ridicu
lous ; it’s a disgrace to the state of
Georgia, the trustees of the Univer
sity and the amalgamated associa
tion of Female Librarians
In days gone by, when it was
thought that the only proficiency
needed of a librarian was tne abil
ity to climb a stepladder and read
the titles of books, Miss Frierson
would have answered the purpose
as a librarian for the University,
but those days have gone now ; so
far gone, in fact, that the position
of librarian is as important as any
professorship in the University.
Faerie Phillips was beginning to
reach the standard of his work
when he left us, but heaven knows
he was the only person wa have
this campus who ap-
than the owl. This gentleman,
the one that’s trying to get a R. E.
P. utation for himself, said to
that cold blooded bunch of imper-
urbability. the Chancellor; “Lotus
»• nd some of D se same Georgians
-"'fSi 11 rr.swf - i
.Ufj--8-hfiJails,. ev^ti when the yojyis in
ffiow them afF'idea of what we
need.” Now what do you suppose
lhe Chancellor said? He said, for
sooth, that we must not think of
such a radical step for fear may
hap of hurting someone’s feelings.
Yes and this very thing of letting
sympathy for a simple old lady
stand in the way of “plain duty”
to the best interests of the college
is what the Bee feels it more his
duty to sting than anything else,
low Clay’s friend. Miss Puss,
(Clay is the senator’s sou that
stays in college with seventy nine
absences) is a goodhearted, lova-
u (e lady, but she has given evidence
of very great ability in the art of
running a nursery, so why not get
her a position iu an orphan asy-
um? Our politician, that bold
ad boy, Byron B. Bower, of Bain-
ridge, ought to be able to bring
his about. But of all the places
n this green earth that Miss Puss
ierson has not the ability to
-, it is a library; she does more
arm than the proverbial elephant
in the china shop, for instead of
estroying paltry pieces of china
he destroys the efficiency of the
ost important acjunct of tliecol-
Just to think of that old la-
ho sits up at her desk with all
aginary glory of a female
a great
MisR Frierson lacks that ground
work of thorough education that is
absolutely essential to proficiency
in a librarian. If a student asks
her for a specific book she may be
able to find it, though frequently
the library : nut if the student asks
her for all literature she has on
a specific subject the student is im
mediately directed to Poole’s Iudex
or some such thing and is expected
to work out his own salvation. If
the student fails to work out that
salvation to his own satisfaction
and comes back with a complaint
of Miss Frierson’s not helping him
she becomes badly hurt and in
censed that she should be expected
to more than handle the keys to
the library.
Any man under the sun with an
average intellect could go in that
library and in seven days learn
more about it than Miss Puss has
done in all these years, and he
could be of proportionately more
service to the college. We can say,
without the slightest fear of exag
gerating, that there are hundreds
of books in that library that could
be of inestimable value if there
were some one in existence who
knew of them and of their contents,
but that are absolutely worthless
in the present state of affairs; that
are never opened from one decade
to another simply because Miss
Frierson takes it for granted that
their usefulness is in inverse pro
portion to their age.
Not only in the department of
mentality is Miss Frierson incom
petent to handle the library, but
just as bad does she fail in her ef
forts to control the Freshmen.
We do not blame her here so much
for we believe that she really does
make an honest effort to keep the
room quiet, but she fails most ig-
uominously, and the failure is at
the expense of the college and it
cannot afford to endure the results
of the failure. In the morning
hours when the room is well filled
it presents the appearance in every
particular, except its background
of books, of a nursery. The noise
is there, the children (Freshmen)
are there, the play is there and
sometimes even the dog is there.
To put an end to these nursery
scenes and to make study in the
library possible is utterly and ab
solutely beyond Miss Puss.
In closing we would say: as ev
eryone fefels, that in making this
attack on Miss Frierson we are
making it not on her personality,
her character or her earnestness,
but on her in her official capacity
as librarian. The Bumble-Bee is
a southern gentleman, and hesi
tates to attack a lady even official
ly. but the needs of the case and
the Bek’s earnestness have made
mean suspicious ways? Yon act
as if all your students were scoun
drels. We half suspect that you
must have been one yourself, about
examinations and the like.”
“Well I guess I’ve seen them
all,” said the Bee “and they all
have their faults.” Now haven’t
they gentle reader? A word of
advice to the faculty as a whole,
and then I’m back to the belfry.
“Wake up gentlemen, remember
that the students at tho University
are men as well as pupils. Come
off your perches, take an interest
iu things, smoke fewer cigarettes,
don’t shoot so much pool and you’ll
do more for your University than
all the hot air ihat you’ve been
spouting forth could accomplish in
years.” 9
A Man.
“A visitor to the University of
>t, impossible for him to pass over Georgia would notice last of nil.
the subject of the library. Miss
Puss is a dear old lady and has a
firm place in the heart of every
student, but she is no librarian and
as that is what we must have, then
we say, displace her.
things in general.
(continued from 1st, page)
library that is no library. Books
that are antiquated, thick with
dust, in wild disorder. All these in
charge of an old lady who ought to
be at home, instead of in the midst
of a crowd of hare brained, chicken
livered kids who think it sport to
insult her. A nice state of affairs
this.”
Just then good old uncle Dave
Barrow came up the stairs and the
Bumble Bee smiled reminiscently.
“Ah ! there’s old uncle Dave with
the mild manners and the fiery
heart. He’s the salt of the earth
and a king among men. Wonder
how he gets along with Phil Snell-
ing. I understand that Phil is no
longer the gay Lothario he used to
be, but is a model Baptist. Well
he’s not a bad sort, He has done
a great w r ork in organizing Den
mark Hall and in running it witn-
out remuneration, Even a Bum
ble Bee can be grateful. But
Phil, why dont you stop your
Uncle Dave Barrow Fills the
Term Exactly.
The following article appears in
The Bumble-Bee of 1897 under the
above caption. We of the class of
1902 indorse every word of it.
Professor David C. Barrrow, Jr, No
D. D’s , or L. L. D’s., are appended
to his name, yet, quiet, retiring,
unassuming as he is, he is the tru
est, the noblest of them alt. With
the Godly stamp of character upon
his face, he is not only admired,
but loved by Freshmen and Senior
alike and no man can defame his
name or character in presence of
these, his friends. . Each passing
year sends a company of them
away from his sight, but, though
they may never see him more, they
will tell their children, and their
children’s children of this man
according to God’s heart.
“Septembers find the hairs of
his head whiter and whiter; his
head begins to bend from the cares
of life and age; he has passed the
prime of life; but as now he journ
eys adown the hillside of the eve
ning of life toward that glorious
Home where he will surely find
rest from his manly efforts in life,
each step will be cherished by the
sustaining love of every man who
ever knew him. And when
ever it shall be known that God
has called him to that rest, from
the heart of hearts of a thousand of
Georgia’s men, scattered on sea and
land, will well up one deep, sponta
neous tribute: “He lived and died,
a man 1” ”