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3 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” ”