For nearly twelve years there has been a temperance organization centering at Berea. By personal canvass it has secured signers to the total abstinence pledge, until the aggregate number is between two thousand and three thousand. The length of the district from north to south is not less than ten miles, and the greatest breadth seven or eight miles. The number of votes polled at a general election is about six hundred. For nearly ten years the sale of intoxicating liquors within the district has been illegal, it having been voted out by the people by a large majority soon after the great Murphy movement. Just on the border of the district were two or three men, distillers in a small way and venders of the fiery liquid, who thought the enthusiasm of the Murphy movement was past, and took the necessary steps to have a poll opened on the liquor question, at the August election of 1888. But they had underrated the effect of these years of temperance education. Nearly all our students become signers of the pledge and workers in whatever field they may visit; and the people of the country immediately around us have been profiting by the teachings of these meetings. When the question was clearly presented, "Shall we again have the legalized liquor traffic among us?" the activity of the friends of sobriety and order was as great as that of the selfish advocates of license. Meetings were held in every neighborhood. On election day, seventy-five ladies, of the noblest in the district, were at the voting place. Refreshments were furnished in abundance and free of charge. Doubtful voters were met with argument and persuasion. All was as orderly as if it were a religious meeting. The result showed 435 for temperance to 131 for liquor--more than three to one. The victory was complete, and the district stands as the banner temperance district of the State. BEREA COLLEGE REPORTER. * * * * * "BECCA MUST GO!" Say "Becca must go," Yes, "Becca must go," I don't hardly see why it needs to be so, She's nice--very quiet. She's no trouble at all, She couldn't hurt any one, Becca's so small. She don't understand it--the poor little child-- When I seat her alone she looks strange and wild, And when I dismiss her she never looks 'round, But she goes off alone looking down to the ground. Her mother's afflicted, her home life is bad, When I see little Becca I always feel sad. She learns very quickly, she sings like a lark, But Becca must go, for her skin is so dark. I am asked to "dismiss her," and "send her away," She must not study here and with others play, I don't like to do it, but then, don't you know, There are some who won't like it, so "Becca must go." Not many stand up for poor Becca down here, They talk very strangely, and act very queer, Her skin's not much darker than mine, but, you know, Her hair curls a little, so "Becca must go."