The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1905-10-29
By REV. HIGHT C. MOORE.
We made day of happy hours,

We made q day or nappy nOufS,
Our happy days recalling.
Wordsworth: Yarrow Revisited.
Dear old Wake Forest!
Rack again to the old haunts, along
familiar ways and through memory
gemmed halls Not as a careless
stranger or cold statistician, to see
and criticise; not as botanist
studying grass and shrub and tree; or
as a geologist exploring dirt and rocks
and gulIies; or as a zo-ologist scrutln-
iZing insect, beast and bird; not as a
historian telling "A connected and care
fully wrought story from early strug-
gle TO present triumph; not even as a
poet if that were possible now, TO
saunter sympathetically into these
college shrines and sing out the heart
beats. But rather TO come back as a
son, having voyaged far, returns to the
home acres, meanders restfully,
kodaks here and there a scene, and
with old-time love nestles close to her
who gave him birth. In such spirit,
out, then. from our capital, thirty
short minutes by rail and spend on
this sacred spot an evening, day, and
morning.
The Village i'm Starlight.
Merry the CRATE aud coy the room
and cnarming the company; but let
| the longing be satisfied for a solitary
stroll hither and yOn by the light of
| the stars. Here is the rock-Walled
campus twenty-five acres broad, the
citadel about which the village has
grown up through the years. Yonder
are the half-dozen college buildings or
the crest of the hill amid oaks and
elms and magnoliaS. The senior OF
/ the group. four stories high, is g.
sparkle right and left with student
| lamps. Stately and sharp against the
| Sky stands the Alumni Building, now
I going up and ready at this moment
| for the slate shingles to be put on.
| Here are the numerous walks wind
| ng through the grounds the college
we'll; the main street, broad and well
shaded; the homes OF faculty and resi-
| dents nestled here aud there: the ball
| ground and tennis courtS;-all lu-
minous with association and interest.
| though wrapped in the mantle of the
night.
Number Forty Eight.
| Corner room on the front away up
on the fourth floor of the old Dormi-
tory-place of hailowed associations
and memories The iron bedstead in
! the corner, a home made wardrobe
the plain wash-stand, two trunks, and
before the ash-filled hearth a table
With two shelves erected along the
side: little else in the way of furniture
was there or was needed by its tive
occupants. Wood lying in the open
back of the building to be chopped
and brought up armful by armful, uT
these three fights of stairs; water tC
be drawn from the deep, clear well
! and transported inward a bucketfu
| at q time: but such exercise was
muscle and mountaineers
at least. did not mind it. Two anC
| two like the animals i'm the ark. or the
| Apostles in their vision. the students
were mated, each calling the other
old lady in affectionate vernacular
And what a blessing to have had
| within these walls such room-mates as
Butler Moore, now succeeding hi:
tather as an expert cotton mill man
Rufus Bradshaw, a flaming evange
NJ the pulpit. and Robert L. Moore. OF
Mars Hill the trainer of more thar
| three hundred students q wear. Thinl
IT the old times: the incessant tussle
| with textbooks mathematics, in par
| icular), the pleasanter task of society
| essays, and the like. the roOm-keep
ing without matronly supervision. th'
| 1tck days with faithful fellow-student
as attendants, the chatty leisure hour
finally the blTe-ribboned diploma. tn;
.runk-packing. and a spreading o
wings herefrom into the broad oute