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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.