The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1895-10-15
AT THE UNIVERSITY.
Editorial Correspondence.

CHAPEL HILL, N. O., Oct. IA.
The last two days have been as nearly
perfect as the falsely so-called "saddest
of the year" can be. Melancholy
days" are days of dust and heat or slush
and cold not clear, crisp, beautiful Dc.
tober days, full of every incentive to ex
ertion and Astounding with the elixir of
hope. There is more self reliance, con
fidence, gladness aud spirit in man in
the cool and bright autumn days t1an
at any other season of the year. The
poet who called them melancholy days"
was violating the license with TOO poetic
abandon.
The Joyous presence Of three and
half hundred ambitious youths is always
interesting and inspiring, and the man
ly set of earnest young men now here,
animated by lofty purpose, must rouse
all the optimism and faith latent in every
North Oarolinian. At no time in the
century existence of the University has
it been so efficient or so largely attended
as now, and the habits and behavior of
the young men is as much better than
characterized the youth of the past gen.
erations as the superiority of the equip
ment and instruction over the past is
apparent Tom Dunston, the loquacious
barber, who is one of the landmarks of
Chapel Hill, says that If the sons of the
boys now here are as much better than
their fathers as this generation
is better than the last, the wings will
be sprouting under their arms. Tom
may be little partial because he is the
most accomplished flatterer in the State,
but the preachers who do not flatter but
seek to impress upon the young men the
necessity of doing, better bear Tom out
in his account of the betterment of the
race of students.
Speaking of Tom recalls a converse
ton had with him while he was shay
ing me Saturday night. He owns
farm, employs white man to run it.
/ had heard something of his farm, and
was anxious to hear more about his sue
cess as a tiller of the soil.
"Tom," said II hear you have fol-
lowed the example of julie Carr and
Ben Duke and gone to farming for re-
creation. How about it2n
eyes, sir, said Tom, 81 resoluted and
bifurcated upon the hallncination of
millionaire farmers until comprehended
the visibility of archaeology, and then
bought me the magnifcentest farm in
the old county of Orange. After farm
ing it and calculating upon it named
it the Occoneechae, Jr. You see Mr.
julie Carr and Tom Dunston were boys
together-brought up here under am
bient shadows of this illustrated college,
and named my farm 'Occoneechee,
Jr,, in honor of Mr. Carr.
eyes, sir, and when Mr.. Carr heard
about the glorifcatlon | had decorated
him with, he came in to see me one day,
and said Tom, come over to see me
and end the day at Oceoneechee farm,
and take your pick of the registered
stock there to put on Oceoneechee, Jr.
well it wasn't long after that before
the invite, and ejacu-
lated my compliments at Occoneechee
Sr. Mr. Carr was just as clever as when
he used to play knucks behind his faith
er's store, he had his most loftiest pedi-
greed trotter harnessed up, and | was
all over the farm. Take |
your pick Tom, said the millionaire of |
the redished bulls here, and you may |
be safe to speculate that | got the best |
redished bull there, and brought him |
back to Occoneechee, Jr., where he is |
the cynosure of all the perambulators,
and the beauty of Occoneechee Jr."