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30 University Eeporter. LOCALS. The Reporer must take this occasion to thank our genial friend, John Holder, for his untiring efforts of the last few weeks to make it a success. His editorials have been bright and sensible. We may say in this connection tha Mr. Holder will graduate next commence ment with first honor. Ever since his entrance into the U iversitv he lias taken the leading stand in his classes, His intentions are to enter journalism upon leaving college, and if he succeeds in this hon ored profession as he has here, he cannot fail to be some day among the foremost writers of the South. It is interesting and gratifying to note that the coif ge community is pervaded by a most healthful religious atmosphere. It was te- marked by a student a few day ago, who is now in his fifth year at college, that he has never seen the boys as a whole so much wrought up on this su jeet. Our honored Chancellor has done and is doing excellent work for the moral education of the students. His Sunday morning lectures on the Bible, also his afternoon lectures are im mensely appreciated b; all who have the fortune to hear them. Long lif to our Chance lor. He is moulding characters among young Geor gians to-day who will wield a power for good in their nati ve.state. Mr. Bunk Cooper, frequently called “John L,” is said to be the handsomest, most courteous, most powerful and most eloquent man at the State University. An amusing incident, which almost terminated in something trag ic, occurred a few evenings ago. John Ilale, the University poet, had just delivered his excellent address, and was sitting in his pri vate sanctum gazing pensively upon a cheerful, parkling fire. His thoughts had evidently left things terrestrial and were reveling in themes beyond the skies. His imagination was so vivid and was so strongly impressed upon his handsome face that a person could al most look upon the varying expressions of his countenance and see a form, an angelic form, with a sweet face and soft and gentle eyes, as they appeared to the dreamer. Su Idenly his dream was interrupt ed by an abrupt rap on the door, and in walked a Sophomore. “Hale,” said the Soph., “that was a good poem, but I believe I can write one just as good.” “Ah!” replied our poet. “Boys,“ said Wil liford, who was sitting near,‘the way to prove who is the readiest poet is for each to take the same subject and see who can get a verse first. I’ll siiggert one. Take the subject of our dying year; let the first fin, be in eighteen huudred and ;ighty-nine.” The Sophomore looked confused, and went to repeating the line over and over again. Hale stepped in a closet where Poihill’s flute, an old banjo, a tam bourine and a pair of bones are kept, and instantly he returned say ing that he was ready. “Go ahead,” said Williford: In eighteen hundred and eighty-nine, The devil got stuff to make him swine