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Editorial Staff.
Vemosthenian. Phi Kappa.
EDGAR F. HINTON. B. J. CONYERS.
JOHN B. GORDON. J. G. WALKER.
Bnsiness Managers.
Demostheman. Phi Kappa.
A. H. CARY, T. W. HARBIN.
Communications, literary contribu
tions, etc., from past students and friends
gratefully rece ved.
Athens, Georgia.
Saturday, .Inn. lO 1S84'
EDITORIAL [NOTES.
This lias been a week of excite
ment among the students in our little
college world. “Behold what a great
matter a little fire kindlcth.” A few
of the boys were opposed to the ac~
tion of the Societies last Saturday,
in regard to the inter -collegiate de
bates. Like all causes, however
ephemeral and ill-conditioned, it ral
lied a few doughty' champions. That
the members of the societies, in
wisdom voted down such a measure
as recalling a challenge lawfully
imade, is not surprising.
Now that this question of the chal
lenges has been decided, and that
peace has been restored, we are glad
to-say little or no hard feeling was
engendered. All seem to acquiesce
in ithe final decision. The good old
Democratic rule is a good one, “the
majority shall rule.” Let us all, by
. encouragement offered to our repre
sentatives, by showing confidence in
Their-abilities to cope with our po
tent adversaries, strive to add the
chaplets-of victory to the brows of
our time-honored Societies.
“ Yes,” he said, “Ganttville is the
very 7 best crowd of boys in the Uni
versity. There is not even a pack of
cards in .the whole house. And that
is something That cannot be affirmed
of any-ether house in the town.”
The snow is melted. The mud is
not so raccommodating. But the
“chapter -of accidents” enumerated
last week-has not melted. For in
stance weiare informed that Messrs.
McElmuraay and Dan Grant are
each looking for those two parts of
their faces that are thought to be
most ''prominent, viz : cheek and
nose.
A prominent ticket for Champion
Debate from The Phi Kappa Society,
is Messrs, Rumbo, Roland and Rip
ley. If the Demosthenians wish to
lay' over their rivals, they have got
to put on their eye glasses to find a
stronger team than this.
It is the opinion of the writer
a great mistake was made whei
Societies voted on Saturday to
tinue the Reporter in prefereD
starting a live, interesting, m
able magazine. The fields ol
weekly and the monthly are rac
ly different. The taste that pi
the matter appropriate to a weel
that of a monthly', we heartily
plore. We believe the sensible,
sonable element of the Societies
yet perceive the error of the c
made last Saturday, and not an
college term will open upon th
of the Reporter.
that
i the
con
,ce to
;wsy,
the
lical-
■efers
cly to
' de-
rea»
will
hoice
other
e life
What is to be done with the B roth-
er in Black? He is become too
learned. For instance, the o ther
day the negro janitor who occu pies
the exalted position of chamtier-
maid (ifyou will allow us to call
him such) is one of the best die n-
ists in the Summey House. He
speaks as glibly of “H 2 SO * 1” as
the y'oung politicians have of:' late
spoken of reconsidering the s ction
whereby the State University m ade a
manly step and cast off the \ idium
of defeat and even of sluggishni jss.
Mr. Blank to Negro Wait er at
Summey House: “I’ll give y-,ou a
quarter to hit that nigger.” N’egro
Waiter at Summey House: “I can’t
do dat, boss, he’s my clubmate.’ ’
In the called meeting of th 9 Phi
Kap^a Society on Thursday i n ref
erence to the challenges sent t( > Em
ory and Mercer, some of the finest
speeches were made that we ever
heard from college boys. The effort
of Mr. Mell, although on the v veak
side, was one of the clearest, a >lest,
self-possessed speeches we ever
heard. It was finely answere d by
that rising younger member, Mr.
Rhodes Brown.
The law class is on a boom . It
has received several additions ol Tate,
and the prospects are good for i nore.
It is composed of the hoary • old
limb to the gay young stripling It
is now composed of Messrs. All’m,
Conyers, Hendley, Hinton, Per ry,
Roland, Scud, Tompkins, Willian is.
We see by a recently publis hed
and authentic Bible chronology that
the eating of the forbidden fruit e; ame
off in the j'ear 1. So, it seems that the
serpent got in his work pretty s ioon
after he was born. Adam, also, ’ was
quite young—being only a year of
age. Now-a-days, his descends .nts
do not begin the fruit-stealing b usi
ness until about fivey r earsof , age.
Who says the world is getting w< )rse
every' day :
Another paper has spruug to life,, and
our sanctum. This time the or der
is somewhat changed. It reads, “a
long-felt want filled.” It makes us
sad to think how soon that long . "elt
want will be empty again.
THE “TRASH HEAP.”
The dunghill rooster has perpetra
ted another crow. But it sounds
much like he is afflicted with “the
blind-staggers” or the “ pip”—prob
ably both. In fact, it is the weakest
effort of the season. The aforemen
tioned fowl, occasionally known as
the Emory Mirror, climbs to the top
of the trash-heap, and in answer to
our defense of the former staff of this
paper, manages to sputter some non
sense that would nauseate the small
est little inhabitant of the dunghill
We wish to inform the Emory
Mirror that if it would gain the tol
eration, much less the respect, of its
readers, that they must adopt a more
manly, truthful method of carrying
on a controversy than that adopted.
When we arraigned their ungener
ous, groundless criticism of a former
issue of this paper, when we held
their slanderous statemants in re
gard to the University up to the
gaze of our readers, we did not at?
tempt to misrepresent their state
ments, but published every word of
them—as trashy' as they were. Not
so did you act. You deserve nothing
but contempt.
As the last little crow of our roos
ter consisted in an able criticism of
Sundry advertisements on the last
page of our paper, we can see noth
ing to reply' to. But we will say
imitating the able criticism of our
“brother-in-black” young ikespthatr
they adopt a wise plan in one part of
their journal. When their supply of
tedious nonsense is exhausted, and
no philanthropists can be found who
will give them money to put in an
advertisement that will be of as mueli
use to the advertiser in such a sheet
as it would be if posted in the bot
tomless abyss, they leave large, white
spaces on which nothing is printed
whatever. This is the best part of
the paper. It even beats the aesthetic
cover, filled as it is with the well-fed
rabbits, sick birds, and skeletons of
butterflies.
“ So Afric geographers, in their maps,
With horrid pictures, fill their gaps.”
We would probably laugh at the
able efforts at humor and button
bursting attempts at wit, discover
able in the pages of our green-covered
and green-all-over contemporary, if
those efforts were not more contempt
ible than they are ridiculous.
We fear the boys did not take our
advice and let the persimmon beer
alone during their Christmas holi
days. Witness the following lumin
ous paragraph:
“A new paper is to be started
amongst us. It is to be called tl
Oxonian. Those who have it in
charge, say' they will run it without
trouble. We are glad to see that
Emory can support two papers. The
College is growing raping not the
best. When woman changes her
sphere, she is a pretty poor affair.—
There was but one good thing in it,
and that was its “History;” and
even that was not so good as to make
up for the rest. Now, Misses Editors,
have more locals and better articles,
and y’ou will improve yourself won
derfully.”
It would be as hopeless a task to
find any meaning in this, as it would
be to find any brains in its author.—
We formerly observed that the men
who ran the Mirror should be found
in either one of two places—the ed
itorial chair of the Mirror, or the
idiot asylum. We wish to contract
this statement since the above para
graph appeared. The idiot asylum
is the only place on “God’s green
earth” that should accommodate
them.
The Mirror says itis its daddy’s
ghost, as it were. It says the Mercer
Stylus killed it. Well, we should
smile. The following was the epitaph
the Stylus furnished on the occasion:
“He’s a gushing New South, young man,
He’s the ‘ge-lonous North’ young man
Who declares that his papa
Wasn’t worth a red copper,
This sweet, this modest young man.
He’s a brotber-in black young man
He’s a fifteenth-amendment young man,
Who doesn’t care a whack
For the hue of the back,
He’s a civil-rights bill young man.
He’s a Billy Mahone young man,
He-s a coalition Colonel young man,
He upbraids the Bourbon,
Win) once puta curb on
The frisky New South young man-
Oh this Emory M— young man,
This milk-and-water young man,
The shaggy little poodles
Are not greater noodles
Than such a silly, twaddling young man.
An exchange says, “the nurse of
Geo. Washington died in this place
yesterday.” Very well, let it go on,
and after awhile there will be a tols
erable list. Our tally sheet makes
this the 9,438th nurse of the late la
mented G. W.
GERMAN.
Last night was given one of the
most pleasant entertainments of the
season by the “College German
Club,” at the home of Prof. H. C.
White. The affair was delightful to
say the least. But that goes with
out saying, whan we call to mind
the charming hostess who presided
over it. Rather a larger company
was prasent than was expected,
considering the aspect of the
weather.
Matrimony.
A fellow who deliberately proposes mat
rimony to a girl when be can’t support
himself is either a first-class fraud or a fool.
The one who deliberate^ declines to pat
ronize. Skiff, the jeweler, is either foolish or
takes him to be a first-class fraud.
