Other Sales Our Sales While others have been giving Special Sales, we have kept right on “sawing wood” and selling unseasonable goods (such as we do not want to carry over until next winter) at cut prices just the same, but have decided to make such deep cuts on what is left that they will move out at A Double Quick Pace! li The following deep cuts should do the work: One-Half Off Regular Price All Bath Robes. All Smoking Jackets. All House Coats. One-Third Off Regular Price All Cravenette Overcoats. All Fancy Vests. All Sweaters. All Full Dress Mufflers. All Fancy Silk Suspenders. All colored Novelty Shape Hats. One-Fourth Off Regular Price All Black Novelty Shape Hats. All Winter Underwear. All odds and ends Men’s and Boys’ Shoes. All Men’s and Boys’ Oxfords. Let us do your cleaning and pre.sing. All work guaranteed. Hunter & Chatham Men’s Furnishers TRAIN SCHEDULE. I. & G. N. R. R. No. 101 South bound 5:12 p. m. No. 102 North bound 10:30 a. m. H. & T. C. R' R. No 3 North bound ....l:26p. m. No. 5 North bound ...12:36a. m. No. 2 South bound 3:49 p. m. No. 6 South bound 2:57 a. m. Local F. K. McGinnis ’00 was on the cam pus Sunday. Henry Hutson ’96 is visiting his father on the campus. Dr. Marstellar is in the hospital with -fi-~severe case or grippe. O. L. Ellis and J. R v Lauderdale have recovered from the measles and are again at classes. J. H. McLeod and Bill Heller have each become the proud possessor of new Ingersol watches. There are several new “fish” on the campus They are always welcome and never more so than now. Cadets are requested not to touch tin- bricks intended for Goodwin hall as they might crumble and cause much loss. A photograph was taken a short while ago of the Senior Agriculture students manufacturing cheese. “Car ter did it.” HONEY BEE e my love a tender line— ‘Honey, be my valentine.” ay her answer came to me— simply, “Stung!” Signed) “Honey Bee.’” INFORMAL DANCE. A most enjoyable dance was given at the Shirley Friday evening, Feb. 21, by a number of Bachelor Professors and members of the two dancing clubs. Mr. J. S. Dean and Miss Jesse Garth led the grand march, after which un ique programs were distributed and one of the best dances of the season continued until after midnight. Those present were: Misses Rey nolds, Franklin, Welch, Hearne, Alberta Adams Jessie Garth, Cora Garth, Winnie Thomas, Hattye Lou Hudson, Hutson, Watkins, De- Maret, Carson, Cavitt, Davis, Smith, l’-ene Board, Waite, Lucy Board, Eaves. Messrs. Dean, Kelley, Jones, L. P., Berthei, Rushmore, Smith, E. W. Adams, L. Homeyer, Burns, Smith, A. J., Muller, Rather, Moore, Sampson, Rife, Warden, Carlyste, Hamner. Spivey, KMd, Skaggs. THE COMING OF SPRING. From the behavior of the weather during the last day or two, even a Tex- be almost justified in predicting that winter is nearly over. At any rate, spring will soon be here, and with it will come all the usual activities of the spring term. Students have al ready begun to play tennis, a track team will soon be organized, and baseball practice is not far distant. Another sign of spring is the fact that the copy for the Long Horn has gone to the printer, and the annual will prob al ly be issued within the coming month. One thousand copies will be printed this year. The editors of The B; ttalion, on the other hand, are plan- ivog several improvements. We have many reasons to hope for success along all lines this year, and every student should make a point of being his best in whatever he under takes. Of course he should under- t: ke those things for which he is best fitted. A. and M. expects every man to do all he can for the institution. WHAT'S THE USE? Said a kittenish girl of “a certain age,” With a dash of gray on her head. When her Candid Friend inquired of her, “How is it you’ve never wed?” ‘ x need no man in my little home To lend it a masculine light. 1 own a dog that growls all day And a parrot that swears all night.” A SLAM-BANG BALLAD. Which tells how a very prim an prop er Boston girl met her fate in the wicked city of Chicago: (By Nixon Waterman) Once there was a Boston girl whose name was—never mind. Her bunch of Back Bay Manners was so proper and refined That all about her seemed to cling an eighteen-Carat Charm; She wouldn’t bite an onionf or an eighty-acre farm. She’d half-a-dozen maiden aunts, left over patterns, who I (ad diagnosed the whiskered sex and found it wouldn’t do! These petticoated paragons had lived through scores of Junes, Yet never had been smitten by a pair of pantaloons. They took this girl when very young and taught her, day by day Precisely ^ow she ought to act and what to do and say; l ill everythihg she said or did was al ways so polite— Just like an automatic doll wound up to do it right. They taught her twenty million things a maiden shouldn’t do! Red stockings were a mortal sin, so hers were always blue. They cooled the current in her veins and made it run so slow That it reduced her temperature to ten degrees below. They told this trusting girl that love of this platonic kind Was all of it there vas worth whil i to feed the cultured mind— r i hat holding hands and such as that was altogether crude, While kissing proved tne kisser ami kissee were very rude. When she was twenty-two her aunts selected her a beau, A safe, cold-storage seer so cold his his whiskers wouldn’t grow, Who, once when all the lights went out, with promptness and dispatch. Was fool enough to waste his time in hunting for a match! For seven years he talked to her of sermon, play and book, For seven long, lean, lonesome years, and yet he never took Her lilj T -fashioned hand in his! Nay, nay, Twas theirs to find That grand platonic tie that joins, not heai’ts, but mind with mind. Their cracked-ice friendship might have kept foreyer and a day But Cupid’s xeet were getting cold and so he found a way; ; He sent this girl to visit friends in Bluff Chicago, where There’s lots of soot and sentiment in every breath of air. Of course she did not like the place nor people, but it’s best In her own chosen words to tell the the thoughts which she expressed In writing to her aunties: “And to night a young man who’s A rich pork-packer is to call. I’ll tell you all the news “As soon as I’ve dismissed him. oh, if Reginald were here! So we could closely cull the books as fast as they appear. And read the latest essays on philoso- phy and such. As we have done for seven years, "twould please me very much! f f “The young men here are crude, of course; they have not had the chance That those in dear old Boston have in culture to advance. For killing pigs and canning beef—ah. well; we can’t expect That such vocations can produce the highest intellect. “I wish that you could hide behind the door to-night and see This ‘Wild and Woolly’ Westerner who dares to call on me; I’m sure you’d have a lot of fun— hark! there’s the bell, ah, yes! Tis he, and now I’ll have to waste an hour more or less.” “Dear Aunties: It L three A. M., and though I’m nervous, quite— Fiease pardon this wild scribbling— still I feel I’ve got to write And tell you all about it, and you must forgive me, do! f Because, oh. Aunties! I’d so love to do as much for you! “I don’t know how it happened, though I’ve thougt it o’er and o’er. But, anyway, I’m so glad you were not behind the door! For Harry—Mr. Flush, I mean—was oh, so bold and bad! I’m sorry that he acted so and yet—ah, t yes!—I’m glad! “When we were left alone I sought to speak with him of books; Discussing authors bored him—I could tell it by his looks; He answered, when I asked him which of all he deemed the best. I’m fond of Lamb and Bacon, but I’ve never tried the rest.’ “Platonic love was mentioned, and its clasp of mind and mind; He asked me if I wouldn’t like to try the other kind. I spurned the proposition, but I cannot understand Just how it was that, by and by, he somehow held my hand! “He then began to tell me things that lovers say in books: He talked about the birds and bees, the butterflies and brooks Of music, dance, of starlit skies, of clover field and June, Until my senses drifted in a sweet, delicious swoon. “And can you still forgive me, if I tell you all the rest? He put his arm abut me and my head upon his breast. I heard the words that seemed so much of Heaven to convey That Reginald and Boston slipped a million miles away. ‘ You meant well when you taught me that Platonic love is all That those highly, cultured minds would in their lives install. But, though I’m just a simple child, I really must insist Uless you’ve tried the other kind you don’t know what you’ve missed. “Poor Reginald! For seven years he’s talked to me, but, oh! I’ve learned tonight from Mr. Flush Reggy’s awful slow. To treat a girl as he has me is little short of crime: I feel that 1 should sue him for a lot of wasted time. “And so when Mr. Flush remarked: ‘Now, how’d you like to be A crude pork-packer’s little wife and take your meals with me?’ I didn’t answer: ‘This is so sudden!’ Not a bit; I said: ‘Farewell, dear Boston, for Cliicago now is it!” This ballad has a moral, but I need not point it out. For every one that reads it sees the point, without a doubt; Platonic love does w^ell enough in books, but* oh! it stands But it stands mighty little chance against the laying on of hands. A VALID OBJECTION. Young Sheridan’s Ready Wit Saved Him a Birching. Richard Brinsley Sheridan early •evinced a genius for getting something for nothing and, seeing the door of the refectory had inadvertently been left unlocked, peeped in and saw a huge basket of grapes freshly gathered from the orchard. Stealthily closing the door and ap proaching the grapes, he thus address ed them: “I publish the banns of mar riage between Richard Brinsley Sheri dan and these grapes. Is there any one to forbid the banns?” And. having no reply r to his query, he proceeded to fill his breadbasket from the other bas ket with great gusto. But ret ri Oration was to follow, for on the ck^s being reassembled the master enliod upon Richard Brinsley Sheridan to stand forth and joined with his name the ominous name of Walker, who was the dunce of the school and selected from his weight and size to mount the cul prit upon his shoulders in order that the master might get a firm surface upon which to use the birch with ef feet. Sheridan being duly mounted anA appropriately denuded of superfluous raiment, the master thus addressed him: “I publish the banns of marriage between Richard Brinsley Sheridan and this birch. Is there any just cause or impediment why these two parties should not be joined in holy matri mony ?” “Hold!” yelled Sheridan. “Well?” said the master. To which Sheridan said, “Why. sir. the parties are not agreed!” This being not only witty, but apt, as being a valid objection in point of law, Sheridan was requested to re tire and restore himself to his former habiliments amid the uncontrollable laughter of all concerned, including the head master.—Exchange. Putting it Mildly. The flooding of a Yorkshire mine had a tragic result, and a miner was de puted to break the news to a poor wo man whose husband had been drown • > Never tell your resolution before band.—Sfclden. NATURE’S MYSTERIES. And the Little That Man Really Knows About Them. I seized the opportunity some little while ago on finding myself sitting next to a great physicist of asking him a series of fumbling questiohs on the subject of modern theories of matter. For an hour I stumbled like a child, supported by a strong hand, in a dim and unfamiliar world, among the mys terious essences of things. I should like to try to reproduce it here, but I have no doubt I should reproduce it all wrong. Still, it was deeply inspiring to look out into chaos, to bear the rush and motion of atoms moving in vast vortices, to learn that inside the hard est and most impenetrable of sub stances there was probably a feverish intensity of inner motion. I do not know that I acquired any precise knowledge, but I drank deep drafts of wonder and awe. / ■ The great mail, with his amused and weary smile, was infinitely gentle and left me, I will say, far more conscious of the beauty and the holiness of knowledge. I said something to him about the sense of power that such knowledge must give. “Ah,” be said, “much of what I have told you is not proved; it is only suspected. We are very much in the dark about these things yet. Probably if a physicist of a hundred j T ears hence could overbear me he would be amazed to think that a sensible man could make such puer ile statements. Power—no, it is not that! It rather makes one realize one’s feebleness in being so uncertain about things that are absolutely cer tain and precise in themselves, if we could but see the truth. It is much more like the apostle who said: ‘Lord, I believe. Help thou my unbelief.’ The thing one wonders at is the courage of the men who dare to think they know.”—Putnam’s. POWER OF WEALTH. Money, Says a Physician, Is Able to Purchase Even Life. The aged millionaire sighed. “I’d give all my money,” he said, “if 1 could buy twenty-five more years of life.” “But your money has already bought you that,” said the physician coldly. “What rot are you talking now?” the millionaire asked peevishly. “No rot at all, for it is a fact, a dreadful fact,” said the physician, “that the rich live, on the average, twenty-five years longer than the poor. Born rich, you are assured of a quarter century more life than would be your allotment were you born poor.. Wealth buys you all that. And yet they say that there is nothing in mon ey. Why, man, money buys life.” “How do you mean?” said the mil lionaire. “This sounds rather like nonsense to me.” “Oh, wealth protects one from - so many ills. Rich babies nearly always live, but poor ones die of a hundred complaints induced by poverty. Poor babies die off shockingly. And so with boys and girls, with men and women— if they are rich. They live healthily and therefore long, while if they are poor they live unhealthily, and dis ease, accident, contagion, privation— all sorts of preventable things—carry them off. “Yes. money buys life, and reliable statistics show that if two children are born today, one/ rich and the other poor, the, rich one will outlive Ibe oth er by the tidy margin of twenty-five vears.”—Philadelphia Record. The Origin of “Parson.” “Parson” is from the Latin “per- «ona,” a person, and the parson is the persona ecclesiac, or representative, of the church. The forms parsqn and person bear the same relation to each other as dark and clerk. From being pronounced parsqn the word has come ito be so written. Blackstone in his ^Commentaries” says: “He is called ‘parson’ (persona) be cause by bis person the church, which is an invisible body, is represented, and he is himself a body corpoi’ate in order to protect and defend the rights of the church which he represents.” “To parse a sentence” is to resolve it Into its grammatical parts, and the verb is declared to have arisen from the interrogation “Pars?” — that is, “Quae pars orationis?” (What part of speech?) used by schoolmasters. Dates Supplied. “Don’t wait for your opportunity— make it.” So read Mr. Kalestalk, who bad recently started in business as a greengrocer. He was still pondering this excellent dogma wfflen his eye caught an item in the sporting columns of the local pa per, “Sploshton Wanderers Football club requires dates for ensuing sea son.” Here was a chance for Mr. Kalestalk, so he wrote to the secretary of the club: “Dear Sir—I presume you require dates for use at half time. Shall be glad to supply quotation for same either by the stone or hundredweight.” —Jxmdon Graphic.