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Show THE DIXIE OWL Battle is The Spice of Life Mary Abigail Dodge says, It is a crushed grape that gives out the blood red wine; it is the suffering soul that breat hes the sweetest melodies. ldot only do the big things come out of the tragedies of life but it is the battles we fight every day that makes life interesting. Man is a progressive being, or a being that gets enjoyment out of his progress. And as man learns only as he solves problems, or overcomes obstacles, very little advancement or interest comes to him because of bis associations with another who always agrees with him and shows no fight or One seldom sees a opposition. real student or independant thinker become a very close associate of a follower or one who never has an idea of his own; the witty person does not care for one who cannot return the joke; the trained wrestler never wrestles with the beginner for the pleasure he gets. The same reason applies to all three cases; the The Essence of Art (Concluded from page 2) Every where today we will find the craving for the beautiful to which in years gone by little or no attention .was given Costly and sanitary buildings were erected devoid of beauty. Pictures may help to embody higher ideas, but, we should go farther and errect attractive school buildings. The entrance should be made inviting and the interior should be treated to make a perfect whole. In this way the building in its self will reveal the first source of The interior decorabeauty. tions, paintings, photographs and casts will have a suitable and appropriate setting. Art Instructor, P. H. P. 3 His Restitution It was a warm and sultry evening. Clouds hung low in the sky that over looked the two armies as they lay camped in the gathering dusk. One army was stationed in the open field Old waved proudly over it. Glory The other was behind entrenchments and floated the Stars and Pars in defiance to the flag of the Union. Eor several days the hosts had faced each other at Cold Harbor Virginia. Skirmishing had been going on but a real battle had not yet been fought. The soldiers were tired and weary and in many a heart was the wish that a decisive conflict might be fought so that they could return to their homes. Near the edge of the camp, Company C was located. Around the campfires the men were thinking and talking of home a reality that was getting rather strange to them. To this company was assigned picket duty, a task dreaded by all. On this particular night young Fred McDonald was to be sentry. He disliked this job because he knew of the fate t hat befell (hose who fell asleep at their post. Only one year ago when eighteen years old, he had left his widowed mother and enlisted in the army that was to preserve the Union. She had tried to persuade weaker side is the only one that gets development. It is not a fight for the strong individual and consequently is of no interest to him, and so there is really a considerable truth in the saying,-Birdof a feather flock together The best friends in every day life are those that are practically on a level, who are constantly contesting mentally or physically and who can give and take to a good advantage. s Frank Harmon. him not to go, but he pointed out the path of duty he intended to follow and she no longer hindered him. His father had lost his life in the Mexican War and it was this that made her fearful for her sons safety. In parting she had given him that advice that only mothers can give. My dont let boy she had said, in the way of anything stand your doing your duty to our country; think of the privileges and blessings it has given you. You are going to help maintain them and also win liberty for an oppressed race. My boy, whenever you are tempted to shirk your duty, think of that great man whom your grandfather fought under in that long war for our liberation. Set that man up as an ideal to work to, and in living up to that ideal you will succeed. Let the spirit, that directed Washington direct you. He was thinking of his mothers words when the Captain acsaid costed him. McDonald, to do he, you are picket duty tonight. Yes sir, he replied as he saluted his superior. Be sure, my lad, to stay awake for it means much to us. You may depend on me, Captain Brown. You will go on guard at ten o'clock and will be relieved at twelve by Johnson, and turning on his li eel the officer went his way. Weary at the prospect before him young McDonald went out into the night at the appointed time to guaid his sleeping comrades from surprise. For some time he struggled with himself to keep awake, but it seemed that his worn out body would not he denied. He caught himself nodding once, but soon he was sound asleep. He was rudeawakened by Johnson who ly had come to relieve him, and instantly conducted to the Cap- - |
