The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-05-25

to be brilliant, for Vassar prospers. The
publication some few years ago of the health
statistics of college gradu ties. uTsstting the
charges that study broke women down
Physically, added warmth to the devotion
Of its alumnse, and they have been founding
scholarships and building tie largest gym
naSium yet erected for woman's college
and raising money for the Maria Mitchell
fund TO endow the chair of astronomy. The
Students Aid Society, which has !, 200 men,
bers. offers a competitive scholarship and is
going to create FELLOWSHIP p-somethiny the
girls college has not had heretofore.
Vassar is talking of introducing the cot
tage system. by which the students NAV be
distributed in smaller and more homelike
households, but this is thing of the future.
Ii has self-government already, which
means that there is no surveillance. A girl
knows that she ought to put her light out at
10 o'clock every night, and, allowing her,
self three cuts a month, she does SO.
The Vassar girl is not quite the sort of
young woman she IS currently pictured in
newspaper literature. She is not rampant.
Her zeal for the good name of her College
and her dread OF saying anything or look
ing anything to justify jest makes her in
many ways far more conseryaCiv and
self restrained individual than she will be in
half-dozen years, when the sharp edges of
her education have worn of little. She
is earnest and energetic. she is apt to have
a more than commonly bright and attract
i've face, and, if you attend commence
ment, try to get glimpse of her room.
Those COSY interiors where the Greek gram
mar is overhung by the spray of nodding
June roses, where the big lexicon lies at
ease on a warm-hued rug, where running
vines Chamber about in the window seats
and where gay cushions and soft hangings
aud girls knick-knacks are everywhere, are
enough to make one wish to be born again
to grow up Vassar girl.
Two things a visitor to Vassar never for
gets, the babel Of tongues in the big sunny
dining-room, and the democracy of the
place where dollars don't count and
gowns don't count, but only good fellowship
and brains Next to President Taylor, who
is very popular, the college owes mach to
the quiet wisdom of its three alumna trus-
tees, Miss Florence NJ. Gushing. Miss Eliza
beth K. Poppleton, aad Mrs. Helen Hiscock
Backus.
MILE. RAINIER DzIEKoNsRA.
Few probably of those who read the
sketch of Marie Bashkirtseff lately pub
lished in the Cosmopolitan recognized in
the author a literary acquaintance. Mile.
Kazimir Dziekonska is young Polish
artist, who, from the atellers of Paris
where she worked with the much discussed
and considerably overrated Russian, moved
u6T CdnVdSeS dutl DguSueS ~ DOstOu, where
in a very different sort of art atmosphere
she has been domiciled for two years or
more and is winning some little reputation
as a portrait painter Her studio is
very picturesque one, and my memories
OF my last visit to it are splashed
with the bright colors of Polish peasant
maids in holiday attire, Russian muzhiks
and Gil cassian women, whom she delights
TO paint tricked out in all their bravery. To
her Polish girls she gives beautiful faces,
aud next her countryS omen she seems TO
rejoice in the warm brown skins and liquid
eyes of Italian girls. She has a good many
French tastes, and the mixturs of Poland,
Russia, Italy, Paris and the Hub of the
universe makes an odd and interesting COM
bination.
Mile. Dziekonska keeps a very pretty
picture of Marie Bashkirts aff--the one to
which che aludes in her article-in a con-
spicuous position but she evidently does
not regard that frank young person as
having been more than frank young, and,
like other young persons VINO are not so
frank, somewhat gifted. She told me that
Marie painted, when the fit was on her. as
a CosSack fights, desperately; but that she
spent too much time on her gowns, and her
social conqaests, aud her music, aad her
diary, and especially on her moods, to
accomplish as much as les talented women
Marie was a spoiled child, and much less
attractive than her mother. Mile. DIE
konska, however, is Pole, and, had Marie
not been Russian, might view her erratic
career with more enthusiasm.