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THE BATTALION.
pride in you, and you cannot afford to
disappoint them.
You are idling away your time now
when you should be hard at work, and
do cheerfully recommend that you
take a little “anti-laziness” or some
thing of that kind and go to work in
earnest. Now, don’t say you haven’t
time, for that is no excuse, and some
one might volunteer to ask you what
you have been doing since Xmas.
“T. W. G.”
ADDRESS OF JUDGE KITTRELL.
The usual humdrum of college life
is occasionally interrupted by a pub
lic address of mofe than ordinary in
terest not only because of the pleasure
afforded the student body, but also
because of the valuable information
imparted in so delightful and impres
sive manner. Such an occasion was
the delivery of an address on The
South—Past, Present and Future, by
Judge Norman G. Kittrell in the col
lege assembly hall.
Judge Kittrell reviewed the early
history of the struggle for indepen
dence, the formation of the Constitu
tion, and the anti-bellum history of
the Union. In powerful language he
showed the glorious part enacted by
the people of the South in this, mighty
drama. Striking, indeed, was the con
trast drawn between the Puritan of the
North and the Cavalier of the South.
I leaned across the orchard gate,
And held her struggling head;
Why was I then so cruel, pray.
And so full of dread?
She struggled hard, she struggled long.
I can see her, even now.
As X looked into the brown eyes
Of our dear old brindle cow.
—Ex.
Some men are horn for great things.
Some men are born for small;
But it is not recorded
Why some men were born at all,—Ex.
His tribute to the Southern women
was unsurpassed in tender and chiv-
alric sentiment, such as could be paid
only by a loyal son of the Old South
to the noblest specimen of womanhood
the world has produced.
His eulogies on Davis, Jackson and
Lee were impassioned' bursts of elo
quence that held the audience spell
bound. Throtighout, the address was
full of sparkling wit and pleasing an
ecdote, the audience being held enrap
tured, swaying between tears and
laughter.
The impression made by Judge Kitt
rell was permanent and most favora
ble. He at once gained the warm
friendship of the students of the Col
lege, while all who were so fortunate
as to be present feel under obligations
to him for a most delightful treat.
Teacher—“Why should we cele
brate Washington’s birthday more
than mine?”
Pupil—“Because he never told a lie.”
—Ex.
Alas! bow easily things go wrong,
A sigh too much or a kiss to long,
There comes the old man with a cane,
And things are never the same again.
—Ex.