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NELSIE ELIZABETH HORSEY Crisfield, Md. "Happy those early days when I shined in my Angel-infancy."-Vaughan. Nelste belongs to the Juveniles of 1904, for indeed the maid is o'er young. She smiles, ye little fishes, how she smiles. But, though she does both smile and laugh, she never can see at what she is laughing, for her eyes are always closed. Then the strange little sounds that escape her lips sometimes, when you tell her anything, interesting or uninteresting, noises which cannot well be described. Early in her college career she found for herself a bosom friend, "Sal." Faithfully has she always listened to her advice and generally followed it. Nelsie has sometimes said most miraculous things in dass-but they were slips, not the rule by any means. She performs on the piano very nicely, though she is not a star player like Elsie. She has a good voice, and would have made a Hne elocution student. She once wrote an interesting essay on Queen Wilhemina, of whom she is an ardent admirer. Probably her mirth reaches its climax after dinner, when you can always find her in the parlor, laughing at the antics of Love and Coughlin. On such occasions, she contributes her share to the gen- eral ga.iety by bounding among the strollers with many "a gibe and jest:" Nelsie had the longest hair in college until at the beginning of the Sophomore year Miss Love, of Lonaconing, made her appearance. ELLA LOVE Lonaconing, Md "Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple were dark Her cheeks were opal set with a red and restless spark."-Mrs. Browning. Ella Love, in French Ella-the wonder of the class, spends a great part of her time study- ing except when she has a box on hand. Her hair hangs down her back in a fat, bulging plait, and trails nearly to her feet in all the glory of its redness. "Lovey" always waits until everybody is seated before she appears in the dining hall. In the class room also, she strides in always the last one. She has a Scotchy looking red shawl which in cold weather is her constant companion. One wouldn't say that the harmony between the two shades of red, her hair and the shawl, well-that there was any harmony. When she has done something which she thinks she ought not to have done, her mouth forms itself into an 0, through which no sound comes, but her tongue makes several trips. If you wish to be entertained in a sub- lime manner, ask her to sing, "Down in the Vales." She will prop herself against the wall, roll her eyes up in the proper angle, and, while her face takes on a most saint-like expression, sing in stirring tones, the simple melody dear to her heart. In English class she is a wonder, her answers bringing looks of wonder and admiration upon the faces of all, even the boys who sit awe-struck. Her sayings abound in rare Scotch humor. 66