Friday night before Christmas, about a dozen boys went over to Thomasville to the entertainment given by the young ladies of the Female College. The occasion was one of enjoyment, especially after the public exercises.
As the old year is passing away, it is pleasant to look back upon a term so well spent. Both Faculty and students have worked faithfully, and this co-operation has not failed to produce the desired result—mutual confidence and affection.
If we may “size up” the morals of a place by the number of preachers it contains, Trinity can say Adsum when its name is called on the last day. We have only eleven licensed preachers with us at present.
Most of the boys spent Christmas at home, but a great many have already returned in order to do some special work before the Spring Term begins. Several did not intend leaving college, but did so for the purpose of raising money for the new building.
“Yowzer” went out to see his “best” girl the other night, and about 10:30 o’clock he was found in a newly dug ice-house “making night hideous” with his unearthly yells. We are not prepared to state who is responsible for this sad dilemma, but madam rumor hath it that the fair Dulcinea was implicated in the plot.
On Wednesday evening, Dec. 21st, a small circle of friends met to witness the marriage of Capt. Jefferson Davis, Class of ’86, now of the Davis School, La Grange, N.C., to Miss Mamie B., daughter of Prof. Gannaway. The ceremony was performed at the residence of the bride’s father, Rev. F. H. Wood officiating.
First Student: “Where is the President this morning?”
Second Student: “He went to Greensboro last night to attend a meeting of the Executive Committee.”
First Student: “Yonder he comes now.”
Second Student: “Well, sir, he can be in more places at one time than any man I ever saw.”