Stetson Weekly Collegiate

3T£T22JHf STUDENTS' PUBLICATION OF STETSON UNIVERSITY. Vol. XX. DeLand, Fla., Wednesday, October 16, 1907. No. SOCIAL EVENTS AT STETSON. RECEPTION IN CHAUDOIN. The social life of the University for the present session opened, on the evening of Friday, September 27, with an informal but delightful little reception in the parlors of Chaudoin. In spite of the rain, quite a number of the town members of the faculty were present and we hear that they appeared sober, sedate, and irreproachable! However that may be, they looked very natural and welcome to the students old—and our reporter, who watched the reception line with a good deal of interest, saw some very sincere and hearty handshaking and congratulated himself that he was back in old Stetson with her hospitable Southern ways and wTith her faculty who believe that they should not only teach but make friends of the students as well. This first reception is given in honor of the new students, and from the number of introductions, and, seemingly, most interesting conversation that took place, they were one and all welcomed right heartily. So, between welcoming new friends and greeting old ones, hearing how the summer had passed in all parts of the North and South, and missing some faces that were with us last year; the evening passed and its close found us no longer divided in the two classes of the "old and the new," but united into one jolly fellowship—the Students of Stetson University. RECEPTION IN GYMNASIUM. "A reception is to be given to the new students in the gymnasium tonight, from eight to ten, by the Christian Associations. All are cordially invited to attend. Be at the 'Gym.' from eight to ten. Now don't forget.!" So read the notice on the bulletin board in Elizabeth Hall Friday morning. Friday evening it seemed as if the students had not forgotten at all, but were there in full force. The "Gym" was almost crowded. The first thing that the social committees arranged for us to do was to write telegrams. Such interesting ones as some of them were, too! If there had only been time, these would have been read aloud, but time was flying so it could not be done. Then what an exciting spelling bee we had! All the words—those of four or five letters—wrere to be spelled backwards. If a person misspelled a word, he had to introduce himself to the girl opposite and they had to leave the game. It is remarkable the simple words that were misspelled. Very early, it seemed, ten o'clock came, the Chaudoin forces were marshalled and all started for home. Everyone said that it was a very enjoyable evening and hope that it might happen again sometime. J. Stanley Moffatt, of Stetson University, Florida, has entered upon the Assistant Secretaryship in the religious Department. Mr. Moffatt begins his work with enthusiasm and will be glad to meet the members of the Association in his office in "The Den."—West Lick News, N. Y. Miss May Anderson, of Archer, is taking Academy work. FIRST MORNING AT STETSON The Impressions of a New Student. Wednesday morning, September 25, 1907, dawned fair and clear in DeLand! Why so much importance attached to this simple statement? Haven't you heard? Why it was the opening day at Stetson University! "Nuffsaid." Listen to the rest from the lips of one of the new students. "The first morning spent in DeLand has made a lasting impression on my soul. As I remember it, I was so excited and nervous I felt like screaming. That was before chapel. Discontentedly I roamed around till 8:40 a. m., when the bell rang for chapel services. As I hurried in to take a seat somewhere I surely was awed and impressed with the size of the auditorium. Soon the place was full, and much to my surprise, not only were there students but grown up men and women. Surely they don't belong to Stetson, I thought to myself. Why are they not working, I wonder. On the rostrum sat what, in a tone of reverence has been called, the "venerable faculty," looking so learned, so "irreproachable," and "majestic" that they sent a thrill of terror to my poor little unsophisticated heart. After that most beautiful song, "Hark, Hark my soul," had been sung, the President, to my young eyes, the most mighty of all beings, read a chapter from the Bible, offered an earnest prayer, and then arose to address the assembly. Oh, but maybe 1 wasn't scared! He looked so stern, so commanding and seemed to tower far, far above us in his greatness. But when he