The Weber Literary Journal the idea of "faculty" as an inclusion of two so dissimilar people in the one definition would indicate. Here is a a who can say with words what we have here? Poets have tried and failed. Only the florists succeed, and they "say it with flowers." So we go on. What a word! A Professor Jensen and a Miss Noble can be a faculty; a Mr. Blaylock and a Miss Austin; a Mr. Taylor and a Miss Parry; a Mr. Wilkinson and a Mrs. McKey. But why go further? I was too cautious when I said that examples of the meaning of the word faculty would confuse a stranger to the word. I have heard it thousands of times and have seen dozens of specimens but I am, myself, confused. Emotionless Leslie J. Christensen I cannot sing as well I know I should, Outbreathing those choice, cheerful tones of life And radiating, through the dint of good, That which would help man stern earth's tide of strife. I cannot stir my heart to rapid beat In love of kin, of nation or of God And, singing, make my friends with restless feet, Toward valiant action bent, the faster plod. Though I resolve to sing in noble strain I needs must yield to some unhappy theme Of infidelity, of grief, of pain Of aught that weird and hopeless well does seem. But would to God that I, with worthy zeal Might sing of that which lifts the soul of man, Might heighten my poor notes from woe to weal And scatter hope through this benighted span. 8 The Weber Literary Journal A Toast to the Gentlemen June Rhees LADIES: I think you must have known me and my sentiments pretty well when you assigned to me the duty of responding to the toast of "The Gentlemen," for I confess it is a subject to which I have given much thought, and for which I have expressed untold admiration. Really, it touches a tender chord in my bosom, and I suppose I am sensitive about it, because, you see, my father was a gentleman. Oh, these fathers! how much we owe to them. Our companions in our early lives, our teachers, our best friends. I pity the girl who has never had a father for a companion and felt his love, or his belt, when she has wandered into forbidden paths and been caught "at it." And my brother. I heartily respond for him, because, being older than I, he guided my infant footsteps over many hard places, carried me when I was tired and boxed my ears when I did wrong. My lover. I cannot tell you how many there were of him. I never knew but no schoolroom could seat all of him. I don't know which of him I loved the best. I know some of him loved me well but my cakes and suppers better. He was of all ages, all types, dark and light, but I loved him dearly, and for him I respond tonight. My husband! Don't laugh. It is true I have none now, but in the future, when I join hands with him at the altar, and hear him proudly call me his own though I don't even know his name or the number of his shoe I shall marry him because I love him. I wish him success wherever he is tonight. 9