El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1897-05-25

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: liberty. or the capacity of self govern
2 ment."
t The voice of a liberty loving peopl
raised in protest against the "oppre
? sors' wrongs" expresses oratOry, ay
volumes of e,oquence.
The actions Of the forefathers {
Texas, the descendants of 'Fre
America" verify this, for they honor
ably struggled against yoke O
Texas liberty, and the results are tina
Texas il today one OF the brightes
stars that shine in our Nations frma
ment. Long, long, may the stars anC
stripes wave DER the land of the fire,
and the home of the brave.
Mr.. Terry's accents were little to,
marked, but he spoke clearly and with
huency. Mr.. Terry received in addi
ton to the usual floral exhibit, an ar
ray of books that will augment his Ii
| brary.
Miss Marguerite L. Ainsa gave the
recitation "The Sailors Refuge" by
Neidlinger, with piano obligato frou
| Miss Moore. Miss Ainsa spoke as the
others with ease and grace, and her
recitation was made the more unique
by vocal obligato from the stage
wings of "Jesus Lover of My Soul. ="
The fair speaker did we'll. She, like
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widespread floral exhibit. The left OF
the stage was already a mass of floral
beauties.
The high school female quartet Gang
THE Slumber Song" by Neidlinger.
The vocalists were Misses Alice Shell
ton, Emma Hoffman, Grace Allen and
Margaret Martin, and this number
was "lovely." Miss Allen taking her
high notes with ease and clearness,
while Miss Hoffman's deep tones were
rich and pleasing. The song showed
persistent and intelligent drill. The
fair quartet were not forgotten in the
distribution of floral offerings.
Miss Jessie J. johnson delivered an
essay on "Snap Shots" She spoke
well, and her ideas were cute and her
illusions to the camera pleasing. She
spoke as follows:
SNAP SHOTS.
The shutter of the mind, opens and
closes, between the flight of seconds,
and the sensitive plate of the brain
catches the image as it is borne on the
flash of light.
True. land perfect is this picture, or
distorted and unreal, the degree of
perfection depending on the soul that
arranges the focus of the lenses. For,
we see as we wish to see, and carefully
re-tOuch our negatives with an OBJ
ject to certain end, toning the harsh
features of softening the sharp out
lines.
In the succession of pictures that
combine to form our knowledge of peo-
pie and the world, there creeps in an
occasional snapshot that quickens the
and startles complacent judg-
ment. These pictures usually result
from sudden emotion: they stand out,
clear in picture, sharp in outline and
distinct in meaning, alone among their
fellows.
The shadow of finger, thrown across
the opening of camera, intangible
feet. The shadow of an evil thought,
too faint to grasp, is yet sufficient to
shatter the idol we had builded.
No trihe so small no detail so trivial,
but has its part in life and finds its
place in the final picture we are max |
ing. A trifie, the ability of a Scotch |
professor to determine the direction in
which student had walked by the
color of the mud on his boots, led to the
creation of one of the most picturesque
figures in modern literature, Sherlock
Holmes. A trihe, the CLINT of metal
in piece of granite, struck in petulant
anger from the mother rock, led to
the discovery of the richest gold mines |
On the American continent. So do |
trifles, perhaps unnoticed in them
selves, temper our ideas and add their |
unit to the influences that are constant |
y at work, building and tearing down,
and weakening our |
ives.
a wonderful creation is this camera |
If ours which under the name of brain,
plays so many parts and discharges SO |
many duties; which receives, analyses |
and imparts the widely differing pic
lures of daily life: which can store
away in an unknown corner q memory
or an idea to lie forgotten fill some in
iuen re moves the power that controls |
he brain; word, the perfume of a
lower, or an old strain of music brings
t before the eyes as distinct as the first
Master-wOrkman as it is, yet it is but
/ machine operated by power, strong
,r and more mysterious,a part of itself,
yet apart from itself. The power of
thought, the child of the brain--yet its
main spring, many sided and tickle, yet
he force that moves the world for
better or worse. Set in motion by the
opening of a shutter, never without
exalted fancy or grovels in the mire of
lnbridled passion.
A thing of caprice, it leaves doubt
md unrest in its trail; governed by
teady purpose and high ambitions it
ootbes and rests.
Subjected, as it is, in every being to
outside suggestions. to the infection of
may the pictures that we pre-
ent to others, whether carefully posed
or observation or the accident of
nap shot, carry a conviction of truth
nd purity that can only influence for
he better.
Evil to him who evil thinks"
The next event was recitation from
Hiss Gertrude Wind sor, ga Successful
Nooing." 1t was of an amusingly de-
criptive character, and presented in
Happy vein. Flowers? certainly, raft
If them.
The High School Glee Club, consist
ng of nine boys, Messrs. Holmes, Hub
,ard, Hagen, Goodman, Augur, Terry,
schultz. Cole, Wilcox; sang "The
5ugle on the HILL" by Robson. The
,oys were well received, and could
lave had an encore.
G. G. Augur gave recitation, "Ben
Iur's Chariot Race He spoke too
asst, but he was filled with enthusiasm,
md entered fully into the spirit of the