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“Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives snblime,
And departing leave behind us
Foot-prints in the sands of time. ”
How many of you, dear readers, will
pause and carefully think on the nohle
sentiment framed in these simple
words? How many will apply it to
themselves? Will you stop and think
on this subject for fifteen minutes-; just
give your mind this instead of some of
that poisoning trash, that dishearten
ing and foolish quibble, which is ever
abroad and ready to go into your minds,
but stubbornly refuses to leave at times
Am I allowing myself to be gradually
swallowed up by concurrences? That
fever which has captured many a prom
ising youth. ’Tis high time the spirit of
many boys of this day are sounding
“reveille” to that slothful and slumber
ing mind that he may rouse himself
and push onward to higher and better
things. Let every boy in the A. M. Col
lege ask himself these questions: Am
I doing all I can to prepare my lessons
as they should be prepared? Am I set
ting an example worthy of emulation?
Am I ready to stand up for right, and
to use all my opportunities to crush
out wrongdoing in this school? Do I
think enough of honor and my own per
sonal character to keep it free from the
black stains of falsehood and cheating in
class recitations? Do I want this cheat
ing put down enough to frown down
every attempt at anything of the kind I
see being done? •
When these queries can be answered
with the “yes” of a clear conscience,
the day for advancement in “college
spirit” is near at hand. No person of
true greatness has yet lived who did
not have within himself the spirit that
these queries sanction. Perhaps some
slothful personage, who reads this will
say, “I don’t want to be great.” In
other words, he wants to he a drag to
civilization by setting this miserable
example, or joining forces to one al
ready set. Instead of doing what
would make hmself, and all with
whom he comes in contact, happier,
more energetic and nobler. Interest
begets interest. We are a part of all we
meet. These are easily sized up by
these three things: Our company, our
manners, and the books we read. How,
then, would some boys in the A. M.
College like to stand up by the charac
ters they associate themselves with in
reading such stories as “Prank Meri-
well,” “Diamond Dick,” etc. Yet you
are showing yourselves every day. Your
authors betray you. ’Tis this class of
boys who give trouble to the teachers
at recitations, to officers in drilling and
maintaining discipline. These are the
boys who are ever ready to show their
extreme silliness by scoffing at little
mistakes and at those who attempt to
do their duty. Such people are dead
weight to advancement in any worthy
cause. Then there is another class who
go through no more than they have to—
well meaning boys, but they stumble
over the fact that there are broad
fields of success open to the energetic
minds. Would Columbus, Lincoln,Boun-
aparte and Dewey have ever achieved
such success had they allowed them
selves to he crowded around in a mur
ky atmosphere of carelessness? They
were mortals just as we are. They took
advantage of early opportunities, and