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STATE CONTEST A GREAT SUCCESS A. H. Williams Won for Eu phradians A. H. Williams of the Euphra dian Society was declared winner in the preliminary oratorical con test for the meeting to be held at Greenwood. The contest was held last Wednesday. This is the second time that Mr. Williams has carried off the first honors in these contests. It is highly probable that he will win first place at Greenwood next April. J. 0. Allen, representative .2 of the Clariosophics, won second .T2 place. C) The judges were: Miss Euphemia McClintock, Senator Carlisle, Dr. ' J. 0. Reavis and Dr. D. W. Daniel. Excellent music was furnished by <: the college orchestra during the in termissions. The address of welcome was a feature of the programme. F. W. Cappelmann, the presiding officer, treated the subject of oratory in a masterly way and deserves special mention. The programme follows: J. D. Brandenburg (Clario sophic), Columbia, "The Door of the Tomb Opens Not Forward;" J. B. Murphy (Euphradian), Clifton, Ariz., "The Immemorial Conflict." Music. J. F. Brooks (Clariosophic), Spartanburg, "Is Democracy a Fail ure?" A. H. Williams, Jr., (Euphra dian), Lake City, "Behold, the Dreamer Cometh !" Music. J. 0. Allen, (Clariosophic), Columbia, "The Evolution of 'Government ;" R. S. Owens, (Euphradian), Clin ton, "Society and the Criminal." Music. Decision of judges. 1). C. Heustess (Clariosophic), chief mar shal; Clariosophic, J. S. Edimiunds; H. J. W. Kiser; Euphradian, 1-1. E. Danner, H. S. Welch. Men oatnann fanulty nnd noti A Letter From the Philippines. Just before the holidays began the following letter was received from V. E. Rector, an alumnus of this institution, who is now in the Philippine Islands. It was, how ever, too late for being published. We all can recall the time when "Bill" was the very life of the cam pus and a loyal Clariosophic. Since he sent this letter he has sent an other telling of the possibilities of making a tour around the world. This is also published in this issue. It is very gratifying to hear from an alumnus in so distant a land. Dear Editor: The State brings me the news that the dear old Univer sity has started on its very best ses sion. I'm glad and not the least surprised. If the united forces of the campus can stand the racket of C. T. Graydon for two more years, the unfriendly politicians of the State can do her no injury. But, after all, what would the world be without such big-mouthed and true hearted fellows? In my mind's eye I see Graydon, Hoey, and Massey out on the athletic field rallying the fellows to a united effort to cheer Carolina on to victory. There! I hear Massey letting go a volley of words that would not improve on a Sunday school book, but they ex press his feelings mighty well and the sympathizing crowd forgives him for the error. "Loosen up, you tight-wads !' yells Hoey. Every fellow, except Prof. Wardlaw and Dr. Mitchell, obeys orders and the game is won. "An excellent game, thank you," unconsciously drops from the lips of the beloved presi dent. Now, I hear the society bell call ing the Clariosophics together. Oh. the warm oxygen that has been wasted in that old halll But, men, here is a Clariosophic born, a Clario sophic bred, and when lie dies, lie will be a Clariosophic dead. Fresh men, don't fail to join the society. Quoting Massey, "The Clariosophic ACADEMIO PROCE1SSION. ble vlsltorH rendv to proceed to chann1..... Society is the best society , in the world, and the Euphradian'is just as good." Without society train ing, the world will throw you into a thousand and one embarrassing situations. Join, and if you fail the first time, do like Alva Lump kin-fail the second time, and the third time. But use those failures, which are not failures, as stepping stones to good success. Begin when you are a Freshman. You are ex pected to do and say foolish things then. Later more will be expected of you and you will sorely need the practice. Now it is Sunday, the Carolina man's only lay of rest. The Y. M. C. A. bell inspires a spirit of wor ship. Secretary Mills' face bright ens as the fellows assemble to study the book of all books. Freshmen, since advice is all that a poor man has to give away, you will pardon me for a word here. Unite yourself to the Y. M. C. A. and that in an active way. It can't hurt you and it may help you. You will find some of the best.men connected with the Y. M. C. A. that you ever met. Put yourself in the yoke with Mills, and you will never be sorry of it. If you feel like praying, just open your mouth and talk to God. He can and will help you, if you won't pray that the professors may make the Latin and Math. exams easy and that you may pass without honest, hard work. The ear of the Eternal is deaf on that side. As the preacher says, just one more word. Don't let your outside attractions interfere too much with your college course. Dr. Bain once thumped a piece of chalk across the room as he said in his characteristic way, "Gentlemen, jfidgment day comes twice a year at Carolina and you must be weighed in the bal ances. Don't be found wanting." Finally, Mr. Editor, say to my friends that I am located on the side of a mountain on Luzon. My health is good, rations are good, work is pleasant, and the check comes once a month including vacation. How ever, I don't care to live here for 4 ever. My heart is in "Dixie' and I am coming home. Victor. E. Rector. Lueban, Tayabas, Philippine Is-. lands, Nov. 4, 1911. BLANCWIARD. Blanchard's on the job, I'm telling you right now, If you don't believe it, I'll tell you any how; Of such as taking views, of such as getting there, He is a ready man, he'll always treat you fair. The firemen's on the job, so none of you deny, The firemen, they can run, but Blanchard, he can fly. \Vhen houses get on fire and fire bells loudly ring, Then Blanchard's up in night clothes, I always hear him sing: "I'm going to the fire, I'm going to the blaze, And get a picture made before the people gaze," And now he sights, while buildings crack a smile, And firemen come a-running, they'll get there after while. So everywhere you go, on Main or . Richland streets, Blanphard's always there, with all 0 his magic feats, And this is only one, there's many far and near, But if the fire's down yonder Blan chard's never here. He got the picture made, some say pretty well, I think he'll frame then good and put them up to sell. He says they're rather dark because the light was dim, And all the fire and steam and smoke got the best of him. There is another story told, I never heard before, That Blanchard never went to hell but to the golden door. He took hi's odak over there to get a snap or two, Just for something rare, just for something new. There was St. Peter at his post, I hardly need to tell, "Good morning, Blanchardl, how are you? I'm glad to see you wvelli Now walk right in and take your seat, Your office. I have heard it said, is on St. Andrewv's street." Old Blanchard got his kodak right, I hardly need( repeat, To get a snap of outsidle viewvs be fore he got the street. "Say, Simon, wvon' t you poseC while I get a p)late, And I will take you as you swing upon the o1len ate."