Agnes Scott College - Silhouette Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

Text from Pages 1 - 168 of the 1905 volume:

: Dedication . 6 Editorial Staff 8 Introduction (Poem) May McKou-en . lo In Memoriam Dr.F. H. Gaines r. 12 Faculty 16 Board of Trustees 18 Classes . ig Alumnae ' ::;i Aurora c Department Graduates 56 Poem Mary Thompso n 58 Societies 59 PoE.M Emma Askew Story . . . . Louise Fletcher Poem . Amelia George Sketch May McKowen. Poem . Aurelle Brewer Story , i y Battle Poem Poem : Athletics Clubs . Grinds ©rccting TO MISS MARIE LOUISE McKlNNEY our sympathetic friend and helper this volume is affectionately dedicated by THE EDITORS MISS M. LOl ISE McKIXNEY EDITORS SILHOUETTE EDITORS IN CHIEF MARTHA MERRILL SARAH BOALS ASSOCIATE EDITORS REBEKAH ROBERTSON RACHEL YOUNG MARY THOMPSON ANNETTE CROCHERON EMMA ASKEW ART EDITORS MABEL SMITH MABEL xMcKOWEN PHOTOGRAPH EDITOR IDA LEE HILL BUSINESS MANAGERS MARY KELLY KATHERINE REID EDITORIAL STAFF ITntro uction The gladsome joys of days now past May linger yet in your heart, But they will grow dim, Though you cherish them And in Ihem once had a part. You miss the times you used to love When your life sped on like a song ; When there came no care But you found somewhere A schoolmate to help you along. These pages will make you wealthy. In the Silhouette you ' ll find, By successive gleaning. Jokes filled with meaning Which will bring back to your mind Some natures crowned by kindness, And some filled with quips and cranks. Yet one and all Respond to the call And come joyously to our ranks. They owned a spot in our midst In the session of naught four and five ; There were those who worked And a few that shirked, Examinations still left them alive. So dream, yea, dream forever, Of the trees, brick walls and grass, And the tower-light As it twinkles at night, " As ye walked with ye ain wee lass. " From out of eve ' s deep shadow Comes a yearning and regret For the paths you went And the days you spent. Silhouette ' s murmur, " Lest ye forget. " ACNKS SCi iTT INSTirrXl COL. GEORGE W. SCOTT Colonel (3eorge M. Scott - EORGE WASHINGTON SCOTT, the fourth child of John A r and Agnes Irvine Scott, was born in Alexandria, Pa., Feb- Oj ruary 22, 1829. There were three events in the earlier ■ part of his life which may be called crises : I. His conversion. — Being a child of the covenant and having Christian parents it is not surprising that in boyhood he united with the Presbyterian Church, the church of his father and mother. This meant with him the yielding of his heart and life to his Saviour. 2. His removal to Florida — He was not robust, and in early manhood he found the climate of Pennsylvania too rigorous for his constitution. Accordingly on October 4, 1850, he left his native State for the South. After spending a year in Quincy, Fla., he removed to Tallahassee where he made his home, and in 1852 entered a mercantile business as the head of the firm of Geo. W. Scott Co. 3. His marriage. — In 1554 he was happily married to Miss Rebekah Bucher, of Pennsylvania, who for forty-five years was a true and worthy helpmeet. After six years of peaceful, successful and useful life the war came. Although a Northern man, Mr. Scott unhesitatingly and unreservedly gave his heart and sympathies to the cause of his adopted State and the South, and entered the military service of the State of Florida ir 1861. He was an able and gallant officer, and bore a conspicuous ] the Florida campaigns. At the close of the war he returned to his home in Tallahassee, a himself earnestly to relieve the heavy losses entailed by the war- business career was checkered, but closed with brilliant success, business man he was noted for his carefulness, sagacity, energy, and integrity. He died October 3, 1903, after an illness of only two weeks, ar buried from the Decatur Presbyterian Church on October 5. Some of his leading characteristics as a man : Unusually fine judgment. He was endowed by nature with mind. His conclusions were always reached after the most th( investigation and consideration. When he had then reached a d he held with unswerving tenacity to his purpose. He was a broad man. There was nothing narrow or contrai small about him. He was a man of large ideas, with clear a vision, with deep and wide sympathies, and capable of forming and wise plans. He was resourceful. He always believed a thing which ou be done could be done. He was never deterred nor discouraged b t was a very rare thing for him to face an obstacle he could not ■way of removing. His tact and skill in devising ways and accomplishing his purposes were remarkable. S A LE. DER OF MEN. Always kind, considerate, frank and he knew how to appeal to the best in them. Few men under- er than he how to approach men, how to disarm, win and lead lis he always did modestly, kindly, wisely and successfully. ; A M. x OF GREAT MODESTY. There w-ere not many who had round for pardonable pride as he. His career as a soldier, as )irited citizen and a business man, and the host of friends won dness and helping Iiand, all were enough to engender pride. iTy rarely alluded to any of these things, and then only in the lent and apologetic way to his most intimate friends. 5 ONE OF THE GENTLEST . XD KTXDEST OF MEX. His tones, r. his acts, were marked by a gentleness born of kindness. Xo is ever kinder, gentler, or more refined than he. 1 these traits Colonel Scott was a man of clear and firm convic- :ntle and kind he was, but no manlier man could be found. He e as steel, firm as a rock and courageous as a lion. be noted that the above characteristics mark the highest type lan, and such he was, always polite, courteous, considerate of ined, genial and agreeable. II. Colonel Scott as a Christian. lowing are some of his more prominent characteristics as a ' } ' ■ — His was no mock humility, but sincere and consistent, ut of a sense of sin and appreciation of the holiness of God. I softlv and humblv before his Maker. FailJi. — He was a Christian of clear, strong faith in Christ as his per- sonal Saviour, and also in the guiding hand of God and His overruling providence. Prayer. — Only those closest to him knew what a prominent place prayer held in his life. He had strong and abiding faith in prayer. He regularly and confidently committed himself, his interests and his phil- anthropic work to God in prayer. The Institute was the subject of his daily prayers. Catholic Spirit. — He was a devoted and loyal Presbyterian. He cor- dially " believed the distinctive doctrines of the church. But his Chris- tianity was not bounded by the Presbyterian Church. His love and interest extended to Christians of every name, and he extended a helping hand to all. During a long and intimate acquaintance I never heard a criticism of any denomination fall from his lips. Christian Liberality. — He considered that all he possessed came from God, and that he was God ' s steward. Feeling thus, he gave not grudg- iugh- but cheerfully. In his own church he responded with great liber- ality to every cause. He gave freely, however, to different churches and many causes. The extent of his liberality no one knows. He did not let his left hand know what his right hand did. HI. Colonel S°cott as a Philanthropist. What he was as a man and what he was as a Christian made him what he was as a philanthropist. His philanthropy was the expression, the flowering out, of the man and the Christian. The wide range of his charity, and the amount of it, will never be known in this world, so unostentatious and reticent was he about it, but enough is known to indi- cate that the help he extended his fellow men, in every walk of life and in various sections of the country, displayed large philanthropy. The value of this help was enhanced by the kindness with which it was rendered and by the sympathy and interest extended. Agnes Scott Institute. His largest and most conspicuous work of philanthropy was in connec- tion with the Agnes Scott Institute. From the first he cordially assented to the plan for a greait institution. This is precisely what all who knew him would have expected, for he was a broad man with a great heart and large ideas. He showed this by the kind of building he erected when as j-et the school was in its infancy. Before he had the plans drawn he went north and examined some of the leading institutions, and then put up a splendid building at a cost of $82,000. He contemplated the planting of an institution equal to the best in buildings, equipment and all educa- tional facilities. He entered earnestly into the plan to perpetuate the institution along the lines indicated above. He sought to make it per- manent, and was very desirous that it should continue under the manage- ment of men who would conduct it for the same end and in the same spirit. Such was the plan. It contemplated the establishment here, in the suburbs of Atlanta — the Gate City of the South — of a great tion. The foundations were laid in faith and prayer. Back of thf movement, and the inspiring motive in its entire development, h the glory of God in the higher Christian education of young wom( all Colonel Scott ' s connection with it there has not been the s suggestion of selfishness or self-glorification. Nothing was more to the man or the Christian. From beginning to end he was actu the broadest Christian philanthropy. For founding, maintaining and endowing the Institute Colom gave a large proportion of his fortune. He watched over and loste institution constantly with the utmost care, and was ever ready t an) ' sacrifice or to perform any service to advance its interest. It is most gratifying to those who loved him to know that teach students honor and cherish his memory. For nobility of characi life his equal is rarely found. It is to be hoped that the stude of Agnes Scott, in all the years to follow, will do honor to the n George W. Scott, nomcn clanun et vciierabile. F. H. G. FACULTY jf. F. H. GAINES, D.D. Miss NANNETTE HOPKINS, Lady Principal. Miss M. LOUISE McKINNEY, Euslis i. BUCKLE. M.A., Ph.D. (Johns HopkinsI, Physical atid Biological ScUiucs. Miss NANNIE R. MASSIE, History. IINE MacSWAIN, A.B , (Woman ' s College of Baltimore; Frenclt and German. Miss MAUD MORROW, MA. (Univ. Miss.), Lalm and Greet. Miss ANNA I. YOUNG, Malltematics. THOMAS J. FARRAR, M.A.. Ph.D. (W. L. U.), English. Re -. H. C. HAMMOND, M.A. (Davidson), Bible. Miss LUCILE ALEXANDER, Academic Department. Miss 5L TTIE E. COOK, Academic Department. Miss THYRZA ASKEW, Academic Department. Miss ANNE PHILLIPS, A.B. (Univ. Miss ), Instructor in Latin. ANNIE KIRK DOWDELL, .Assistant in Physical and Biological Sciences. President, Philosophy. Miss RUTH CUSHIN ' G POPE, Physical Training, Physiology and Hygiene. JOSEPH M. CLEAN, Director, y nwo. Theory and Musical History. JOHN H. STEPHAN, Piuno and Crgan. RAIMUND H. EARTH, Piano. . Miss CLEMENTINE MacGREGGOR, Pian o and Theory. Miss EMMA L. LEINBACH, J ' oice Culture and Sight Peading. Miss THEODORA MORGAN, Violin. Miss LOUISE G. LEWIS, Pointing and Drawing. W. S. KENDRICK, M.D., Physician to Pnslitute. Miss MARY APPLEYARD, Trained Nurse, Inlendant of Infirmary. Miss ALICE McKENZIE, Housekeeper. Miss EDITH APPLEYARD, Matron. Miss FLOY B. MOORE, Librarian. R. M. FARRAR, Bookkeeper. THE I ' ACULTV BOARD OF TRUSTEES S. M. IXMAN, Chairman-, New York. F. H. GAINES, D.D., Decatur. G. -M. CANDLER, Decatur. J. G. PATTON, D.D., Decatur. T. H. RICE, D.D., Atlanta. GEORGE B. SCOTT, Decatur. MILTON A. CANDLER, Decatur. W. P. INMAN, Atlanta. A. B. CURRY, D.D., Memphis, Tenn. C. P. BRIDEWELL, D.D., Atlanta. J. K. ORR, Atlanta. V. S. KENDRICK, M.D., Atlanta. A. W. CALHOUN, M.D., Atlanta. Classes Senior SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS FIRST TERM PRESIDENT, Martha Merrill VICE-PRESIDENT, Aurelle Brewer SECY AND TREAS ' R, Mary Thompson SECOND TERM PRESIDENT, Mabrl McKowkn VICE-PRESIDENT, Emma Askew SECY AND TREAS ' R, Rose Wood POET, i:mma Askew HISTORIAN, Rcsk Wood PROPHET, May McKowen MUSICIAN, Bessie Dukk COLORS— Yi-Uow and White ' FLOWI-R— L;iisy MOTTO " Never do to-day what you can put off until to- ?to Tou . " MEMBERS Ellin a Askew May McKowen SalHe Stribling Ai:;tlle Brewei Lulie Morrow Mary Tlioinpson Bcfsie Duke Martha Merrill Rose Wo ' d Mabel McKowen Rebekah Robertson HONORARY MEMBERS Mrs. Martin Miss Askew Miss McKinney Dr. Farrar MARTHA MERRILL Hobby F. Highest ambition To be broad-miuded. Greatest fault Idleness. Nearest approach to virtue Learning. Favorite expression Oh! Cutest! Favorite article of dress Peter-Thompson suit. Favorite classmate I wonder ! Don ' t you ? Prettiest feature Mouth. Heart ' s desire To own an alarm clock. Pet abomination . Physics example. Constant occupation Studying. MABEL McKOWEN Hobby - Evil effects of dancing. Highest ambition To be popular. Nearest approach to virtue. .Indifference. Favorite expression Hi there! Constant occupation Daubing in paints. Favorite article of dress Prissy-looking collar. (Greatest fault Sleeping during study-hall . F ' avorite classmate Bessie Duke. Pet abomination Making-up beds. Heart ' s desire To get carnations. 1 W AL a a t ki iA ' m-M " A f ry -£ EJOIA A. ASKEW Hobby Secrets. Highest ambition To be the dearest friend. Greatest fault. .. Uni -ersal devotion. Nearest approach to virtue. .Making believe. P ' avorite expression " Strenuous life. " Favorite article of dress Nose-glasses. Favorite classmate Mary T. Prettiest feature Roman nose. Heart ' s desire To be fairer. Pet abomination Skinner. Constant occupation Running around. SALLIE STEIBLING Hobbv - Nobody knows. Highest ambition To be a public speaker. Greatest fault Superfluity of speech. Nearest approach to virtue.. Being " nervy. " Favorite expression " Bless my buttons ! " Favorite article of dress Ties. Favorite classmate Ask her (not you). Prettiest feature - ., Brown eyes. Heart ' s desire To chaperone girls to the dressmakers ' . Pet abomination HerUniversity-of-Chicago roommate. Constant occupation Flirting. Ji-. JMiu K aSJui §I5vJi-U- LULIE MORROW Hobby Reactions. Highest ambition To get a Johns Hops. ' s P. H. D. Greatest fault Being late to breakfast. Nearest approach to virtue Reading the Bible in the Junior and Senior classes. Favorite expression " By grabs. " Favorite article of dress Fountain pen. Favorite classmate Aurelle. Prettiest feature - - Ears. Heart ' s desire To be at peace with Maud. Pet abomination Practice Hall. Constant occupation Doing experiments. AURELLE BREWER Hobby So much to do. Highest ambition To go to China. Nearest approach to virtue — Loquacity. Favorite expression " The dignified Seniors. Prettiest feature Dimple in the chin. Heart ' s desire To get married. Favorite article of dress Diamond solitaire. Pet abomination Ethics. Greatest fault Silence. ia£ijt ly ovuu La eyU . SiMc t -fi w icAjUimAM rwyJiAow: MARY I ' ERKLV THOMPSON Hobby " Our Church. " Highest ambition To be an expert mathe- matician. Favorite expression " Grand effect ! " Constant occupation Talking in library. Heart ' s desire To be loved. Favorite article of dress Mary Kelly ' s hat. Pet abomination Trig. Nearest approaclr to virtue Gracefulness in dancing. Prettiest feature Dimple under left eye. MAY McKOWEN Hobby Healthful ness of Louisiana swamps. Highest ambition To be a musician. Favorite expression ? Favorite article of dress No. 6 shoes. Prettiest feature • F yebrows. Heart ' s desire .Nice Auroras. Pet abomination Going to walk. Greatest fault Talking too loud. Constant occupation Drinking milk. ryioM ht- Am u •s ' X ' Mv ■; ' ' ' ■- " » " " yi ' V ROSE WOOD Hobby Mrs. Arbuckle. Highest ambition To forget something. Nearest approach to virtue Ability to spiel. Favorite expression [She doesn ' t use slang! Favorite article of dress Pink ribbon. Prettiest feature Complexion. Heart ' s desire To outshine mahogany. Pet abomination Straight hair. Greatest fault Forgetfulness. REBEKAH ROBERTSON Hobby Mr. Harrison. Highest ambition To be " swell. " Nearest approach to virtue Diligence. Favorite expression " Ain ' t ' em cute? " Favorite article of dress Kid gloves. Prettiest feature Pug nose. Heart ' s desire ? Pet abomination Physics laboratory. Greatest fault Moroseness. Constant occupation Cooking soup. I ti lirtKrdU J SHBflTtJ ?! SENIOR POEM Blow softly, thou breezes, o ' er meadow and hill. Be gentle, the daisies are blossoming still ; The white-petaled, gold-centred daisies are there. Oh. treal them not roughly, our flowers so fair. The pearl of thy petals, the gold of thy heart. Will render thee priceless wherever thou art ; Thy white and thy gold are the emblems of truth, Of modesty, purity, innocence, youth The daisy ' s the flower for maidens to love ; The daisy was fashioned by angels above. Then brought to our earth to grow in the wild — " Midst briars and brambles kept still undefiled. Be kind. Mother Earth, to this flow ' r of the wild. Oh, keep and protect it as Nature ' s own chilrj. The Seniors all love it, and pray thee take care Lest something should ravage its beauty so rare. Sweet daisy, we thank thee for what thou hast done, The Seniors all thank thee for crowns they have won ; A crown made of daisies our vict ' ry shall show. For thou hast inspired us, thro ' weal and thro ' woe. Blow softly, thou breezes, o ' er meadow and hill, Be gentle, the daisies are blossoming still ; The Seniors ' own flowers — the daisies— are there, Oh, treat them not roughly, our emblem so fair. CLASS OF 05, w ■ ALF of the bright month of September had slipped away 1 " ' when something unusual took place in the old Agnes Scott ¥ flower-garden. For several days the gardener, as he had « » I passed a certain corner, had been aware of a quivering, throbbing movement in the ground at his feet. The cause was now made apparent when early one morning he discov- ered a number of little nondescript green plants, just peeping from the earth. Though they reared their little heads in an important way they did not succeed in attracting the attention of the beautiful blooming flow- ers in other parts of the garden. The head gardener was delighted with his find, and instructed his assistants to give special care to the newcomers. For a time the little strangers flourished briskly, for they were hardy little things and the days were bright and sunny. But soon the weather changed. The dark days of November came and the gloomy rains of homesickness beat heav- ily upon the wee green things. However, this was but the forerunner of the December storm of terrors known as examinations, terrors whispered about for sometime by the small plants but hitherto unexperienced in their well-protected lives. Poor little things ! Some were beaten to the earth never to rise again. Did tire gardener and his helpers gaze with unmoved faces upon the devastation wrought by the storm? Why their hearts grew sorrowful over it, for they now realized that several of their new charges would never be able to face other storms. A change of soil was advised for many of the plants, and for two whole weeks they were cherished and guarded in various lovely hothouses scattered ovei country. How they did enjoy it ! Too much we fear, for some i returned. With the New Year hope began to dawn in each tender little bi Though the struggles with the cold waves of Geometry and the : Ctesar winds of March were frequent and sharp, the method of resi these attacks was by now well known to our little green friends. As Spring advanced each little plant secretly rejoiced, for it se possible that a long-cherished wish would be fulfilled. And whei May morning the head gardener called forth every assistant to view he said was the finest set of little plants which he had ever cultivai collection moreover bearing rich promise of becoming beautiful flc their little hearts beat joyously. No longer would they merely 1 garded as little green things. They determined to make such a r there in the old flower-garden that not only the respect, but also th miration of the other flowers would be commanded. The following autumn marked the beginning of a three years ' £ gle, the result of which was undoubtedly the survival of the fittest, the hard, hard winter days when the cold rains of Bible Notes and tl blasts of Trigonometry pitilessly struck our corner of the garden, dreadful day it seemed as if the stinging sleet of Ethics had fc buried the plants beneath its frozen fingers. In fact it is doubtful i would have survived had it not been for the bright sunshine of er aging teachers and helpful friends. ne to time the value of this paiticular flower-bed was greath ' IV the arrival of new friends, some coming from other gardens, ■s were brought over to this flower-bed by the wise gardener. s over and Spring now brings joy to many sad hearts. This season for the old flower-garden, for it contains a finer collec- ,-ers than ever before. Outsiders consider all of them excellent, itedly the pride of the gardener and his workers is centred in a certain corner of the garden where bloom ten choice blossoms, even if they are not tagged B. A. Despite his pride and delight in theju the gar- dener ' s heart is sad, for the time has now come for the flowers to be up- rooted and transplanted in other gardens. As he takes a fond farewell of them there comes into his heart a prayer that they may remain as free from sin as they now are, and the sweet flowers as they raise their pure faces to the warm sunlight of Commencement dawn seem to echo his wish. Rose Wood. THE TEN. ' ' HE girl sank dreamily back in lier cozy retreat under one of the youncr trees on the campus. The afternoon sun threw slanting rays farther and farther beneath the low oak until they pierced the shade and touched the hem of her skirt. Then the beams kissed the daisy she held in her hand and creeping upward seemed to rest for an instant on the score-card and dangling little yellow pencil. She looked down at her class ring and sighed, " Oh! dear! they are going to do just as they please despite the most brilliant future I can pre- dict, for their ' doctrine of the freedom of the will is ethically wrong. ' " The fresh leaves of the little oak rustled sadly and whispered softly lest the breeze should waft to the presidential mansion this awful heresy, " They don ' t love Dabney. " Then she bent and touched the daisy to her lips passionately, " It doesn ' t matter does it, dear little class flower? " She bent eagerly to hear the answer, but the daisy kejjt silence. She gazed at the little flower intently and coun;ed the petals around the bright center. " Ten slender fair ones just touching the golden part of life, overflow- ing with fancies and ideals now, but in the future how will it be? " she wondered -aguely. " Five were wise and five were foolish, " the daisy said ; five were " frac- tional members of society " and never married because no one fulfilled their ideal. Four could only look back as old-maidhood crept on them and dream of the mighty Charlemagne. Alas! that none could be like him ! The ideal of the fifth old maid had appeared like the genii of the vase the smoke and fumes of the laboratory and ever afterwards the old kept his image in her heart and his picture above her table. The vanity of the Class of ' 05 was piqued when Aurelle Brewe; changed her own watch-fob for one marked " Tech, " but notwithstar this and in spite of the autobiographical sketch entitled " Two Gan Aurelle made no score. It was strange, for the Tech. man said : " The ball we used was nothing, dear, But my own beating heart And you, my fair Aurelle, Played most important part. " The fault lay in Aurelle ' s failure to catch that ball and alas I tl should see failure for such an one, but it was the error of her life. T after she taught school. Emma Askew had a " strenuous life. " She incorporated the two into her vocabulary during her Senior year at Agnes Scott and the; came her motto. For her the acme of strenuousness lay in speakii public. It was an act of heroism for her to cut the bond silence and add the weight of her word to public opinion, nevertl she did not shrink from this ardent task. Like Demosthenes she put bles in her mouth and recited loud enough to be heard above the w ran up and down the walls to strengthen her lungs, but unlike Df t henes she did not shave the side of her head. Her masterpiece deli Woman ' s Clubs of Philsdelphia, Boston and New York bore Universal Devotion. " liompson had earlv inclinations toward matrimony and would inlv vowed " to love " — but Fate never decreed solemnity for her. 1st of the most eloquent proposal ever made, she giggled at the tnelt before her. He arose and strode across the sands of Vir- :h. where the scene had been enacted, and " left her high and e tide came in to change the situation and the sea-shells whis- ' all sad words. " Merrill, the loveliest girl who ever wore a daisy crown, devoted what she loved and did best in — literature. The innate genius n- was felt in her girlhood days soon made itself evident. Made by the brightness and beauty of her nature, her words trans- ngth to others, for they showed the same depths of love and that characterized her delicate sensitive face. Bits of autobi- instiiute the most interesting part of her writing, for the life of rrill had been anything but dull and prosaic. orrow was the last of those foolish virgins who did not marry, lOtion to chemistry kept her ever among acids, bases and salts. ;y years of labor she discovered an element and her fame spread s, for she was fortunate in having in her sister a celebrated lin- wrote an account of the work of Annie Louise Morrow in brew, Greek and German for the truly enlightened scientists. end of this pathetic ? Ah 1 no 1 for mistaking Hj S Oj for was hastily transferred to eternal regions and according to her e, " They found a front tooth and a cuff. " ribling, " the only girl who could cry and still be pretty, " became pher immediately after leaving school. The sight of the grace- tendii.g so diligently to her work made her employer glance at he drj- law-books. Her gentle, girlish manner soon won him but when she raised her soft brown eyes to his he sung under his breath, " I ' ve met such a pair of bewitching brown eyes, I ' ll never love blue any more " The two were married, but instead of living happily ever afterwards Sallie talked the lawyer to death. Then she married a soldier and loved him so dearly that she wore his picture in an old-fashioned breastpin. Quiet, modest Rebie took the veil as soon as she finished school and it became her well, for rebellious curls would peep out just to shock the other sisters. Constant letters came from one whose love had never grown cold and one night Rebie left the convent walls to be seen within them no more. Her nun ' s veil was changed for a bride ' s. Rose Wood after ten proposals — more than her allotted share — decided in favor of wisdom and on the fourteenth of May, 1910, the strains of Lohengrin filled her home, and the melody rising with the scent of the orange-blossoms floated out into the spring air. For Mabel McKowen the wheel of fortune turned and turned until its successive revolutions cast her in Paris. Here she won the name of " the American artist " as well as the attention of the United States consul. He hastened to become acquainted with his celebrated country-woman, and the liking was mutual. The rest of her life was spent in devotion to him and other " grand old masters. " The girl had slowly plucked out: by one the nine white petals. The tenth still clung to the golden centre and she would have pulled it, but as the sun sank she stayed her hand, for the last petal murmured, " All shall be well with thee, maiden, Your future we can not tell But it shall be well with thee. May For thee all shall be well. " May McKowen, Class Prophet. JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS PRESIDENT, Sara Boals VICE-PRESIDENT, Rachel Young SECRETARY, Ida Lee Hill TREASURER, Ann ' ie King COLORS-Black and Gold FLOWER-Black-eyed Susan MOTT(J — Forsan ft haec oliin mciniiiisse jnvabit. MEMBERS Sara Boals Ethel McDonald Annie King Rachel Young Louise Chick Annette Crocheron Mary Kelly Ida Lee Hill HONORARY MEMBER Miss Young JUNIOR CLASS THE JUNIORS ' WAIL Have you heard Ihe Juniors " wail ? How they quail, how they quail When beneath that eagle eye. They calmly tell whafs next anil why. Though within their hearts they cry, In Psych. " I ' ll fail, I ' ll fail. " Have you heard the Juniors ' wail? How they quail, how they quail. When experimeuts go wrong, Making odors deep and strong; When reactions hard and long Make them say, " We ' ll fail, we ' ll fail. ' Have you heard the Ju How they quail, how they quail. At the thought of Latin Prose Which disturbs their week ' s repose For, as everybofly knows In this thev ' ll fail, thev ' ll fail. Have you heard the Juniors ' w.iil? How they quail, how they quail ; When dread Saturday rolls round And in themes Ihey must abound Else tir " instructor " ' 11 them confound With this ; " You ' ll fail, you ' ll fail. " Have yen heard the Juniors ' wail ? How they quail, ho«- they quail. Trying lives of kings to learn Whose names it seems their mem ' ries spurn, Fearing from teacher this to earn : " In Bible, you fail, you fail. " Thus the Juniors always wail, Thus ' neath teachers ' eyes they quail; They ' re come from Freshman ' s greenest state, Through Soph ' more ways they ' ve come of late, But none of these they e ' er did hate As the Junior words, " I ' ll fail, I ' ll fail. " PLAYING WITH FIRE • m OROTHY was the picture of despair. She was curled up on I the window-seat in the coziest manner imaginable ; the wind I was blowing her hair across her cheeks and in her eyes t ' and even down over one shoulder; the blue of her dress matched that of her eyes and brought out the pink of her cheek and the gold of her hair in a most charming manner, but all the same Dorotliy ' s mouth was puckered up into a pout and her dimples had all gone in. " Looking at the sunset? " cried a voice from the doorway, and Doro- thy knew at one that jMargie was in one of her very chummiest, mer- riest moods. " No, " she answered with a little jerk which sent a pillow to the floor, " I ' m trying to write a letter. It ' s no use, Margie, to try to do as you say, just put down what you want to say and then stop. I never could write a letter and don ' t believe I ever will learn how. " Before saying anything in answer to this despairing speech, Margie settled herself among the cushions which Dorothy had not appropriated, took a piece of candy from the box on the sill, then made a delicious lit- tle gurgling sound which might have been either a laugh or a giggle, but which was prevented from becoming either by the candy she was nib- bling. " Why, Dot, you little goose, " she said at last, " who is it now. Jack or Henry or Ned or Tom or . ' ' " It ' s Ned. Margie, don ' t laugh ; help me out, won ' t you? Plea treat next time we go shopping if you will. You write such cute and this one just must be all right. Why, Margie, Ned sent n candy you are eating this very minute, and this note is to thank 1 it. Please tell me something to siy. " " Well, " said Margie, " you might say, ' . s I ' ve nothing to do, I ' l to you, as I ' ve nothing to say, I ' ll c!o-e. ' That ' s brief, if not ex, the point. " " Oh, Margie, I think j ' on might do me that little fa or. Thii many times I ' ve helped you translate French. Here, take this p make up something for me to copy. " " .■ 11 right, ' ' ; Iargie said, taking Dorothy ' s little writing-desk ir own lap, " but rememljer about that treat and some more French t tion. Will anvthjng I say do? " " Oh, yes, just anything. Margie you ought to read this story, ply fine. " Dorothy was already absorbed in a magazine, and no bothered about the letter. Silence in the room for a few minutes. Seated side by side window-seat, the two girls made a pret;y picture. Each had a fa plexion and good features, but there the resemblance ended, for eyes and hair were dark and her one dimple was in her chin. H of dark brown was also in contrast with the blue of Dorothy ' s. ;autiful, yet each had her own attractions and both were largie stuck the pencil behind Dorothy ' s ear and declared that le her best, but that Ned wasn ' t half the inspiration some of 3tlier admirers were and that she didn ' t like him half as well dy, helping herself to several pieces. : this is fine, Marg, " cried Dorothy delightedly " I wish I of all these cute things. I just know he ' ll like it. " u can ' t send it unless you promise to let me see his answer, " ared. hesitated, but finally consented, copied the note and mailed it to supf)er. ' ed, old bo -, what ' s the matter? You look as if a whole bunch 5 had you, and I want to know what ' s been the matter with : two or three days, anyway. Wednesday you were in better I ' ve ever seen you ; yesterday you tore up at least ten sheets th not more than five lines on each and then didn ' t get a let- after all ; and to-day your face has been as long as a profes- t I know what ' s the row? " said the tall fellow at the window, without turning, " I ' m in I you can lielp me if you will. " ■se, man, go on. Can ' t you see I ' m breathless with curi- ou remember that girl I told you about meeting at that house- i mmer, don ' t you ? Tlie other day I sent her some candy, day I got a note of thanks from her — that ' s what set me up ;st like her, charming and graceful, with wit and a little dash thrown in. Of course I want to answer it and ask her to correspond with me; b it, Dick, you know I ' m no hand at letter-writing. " " Well, it that ' s all that ' s worrying you, you ' re hard up for trouble I must say. If I just had a girl to write to, I bet I wouldn ' t find much trouble filling up pages. " " I know that, and that ' s what I want you to do, write a letter for me to copy. It won ' t take 5 ' ou long. You can do it before time for mail, and if you will, it ' s my treat. " " Of all things, the idea of my writing a letter for you to copy. Why, that ' s unfair to the girl. But — well, yes, I ' ll do it this time just to get you out of this gloomy state of mind, for it ' s telling on my spirits too. Where ' s her charming, graceful, witty, and dashing letter? Why, of course I ' ll have to see it to get some idea of what will please her. ' ' " Here it is, then, but I say, Dick, don ' t tell anybody what a donkej- I am. " " Certainly not. That would be rather a reflection on myself. ' Birds of a feather, ' you know. Now you keep quiet for a while, while I write toj ' 02ir lady-love. " October and November passed quickly and Christmas was coming. r Iargie and Dorothy had their heads brimful of plans for the holidays, which they were to spend together at Margie ' s home. Margie had all she could do these days with her studies and Christmas plans, her own and part of Dorothy ' s correspondence, for she was still composing l etters addressed to " Ned. " Dorothy declared that she could never answer his letters, they were so bright and entertaining, and had so many cute things in them, and each week would either beg, tease, or bribe Margie with writing one for her to copy. It was fun for Margie too, for she read all of Ned ' s letters, and she had to contess to herself that she had to exert all her ability to make her answers as bright as " Neds. " There was candy too, every week, and bunches of violets from the florists, all of which Dorothv generously shared with her, so that, on the whole, Mar- gie acknowledged that " the game was worth the candle, " and allowed Dorothy to persuade her to permanently undertake her side of the corre- spondence. During the holidays Dorothy received only one letter from Ned, and this one " not one half as good as any of the others, " as she herself de- clared. However, she attributed this fault to the fact that " Ned must be awfully busy, anyhow, going to all those dances he mentioned, " and consoled herself by admiring the books and candy he had sent her. " Isn ' t it lucky, Marg, " she said, " that I came home with you, for now you can write my letters just the same. " After New Year ' s Ned ' s letters became more entertaining, and — more and more lover-like. Margie found it hard to answer these, even in Doro- thy ' s name. Dorothy, however, would give her no help, leaving her re- plies entirely to Margie. " Only make them nice, " she would say, and seemed perfectly content with whatever Margie wrote. " He ' s only flirting, " she declared, " but all the same — , " and there she always stopped and would go no further. One day Margie found her re- reading all of Ned ' s letter ' s, ' though she pretended with much blushing and many embarrassed little giggles to be looking for one particular quo- tation he had used once — to use it herself in a letter to Harry. " Now, Dorothy, " Margie said, and Dorothy knew at once that she was in for a lecture, " this has gone far enough in my opinion, and I refuse to carry my part in your correspondence with Ned any further. " ' ' Margy ! " Ned ' s letters slid to the floor, and Dorothy pulled her serious- eyed chum down by her side. " No, Dot, you mustn ' t beg me. I really believe that boy ' s in love with you, and you ought not to flirt with him the way you are doing, were in love with him, too, it would be different. But you are r know. " " But I am, Margie, dear. " It was just a whisper and almo; tinguishable, for Margie ' s shoulders, the pillows and her own cui all engaged in hiding Dorothy ' s face just then, although it was t outside and the room was in shadow. Too surprised to speak, Margie could only look in amazement babyish curls and wonder if Dot knew what she was saying. A minute up came the flushed face, and Dorothy threw her arms aro! chum ' s neck and gave her a French kiss. " Aren ' t you surprised ! ' ' she exclaimed. " But I just had to t I got Ned ' s letter the other day, and he has written to papa, a Margie, darling, " with another kiss, " won ' t you write me first the letter you can and tell him that if papa consents that — that — I wi The screen brigade was once more called into service. Miss Hayes, simply dressed in white, with a red rose pinned wh dress met in a V at her throat, stepped out on the porch of the house one morning in early June and sank into a low-hanging har letting her gaze wander over the green lawn on which the dew stil ' She was early for breakfast, she knew, but the morning ' s beaut tempted her more than her usual nap. Besides, sleep was imj this morning — the morning of Dorothy ' s wedding night. She was thinking as she swung leisurely to and fro of the la years — of the summer after her and Dorothy ' s Sophomore year Dorothy had first met Ned ; then of the following winter, of ho they had been as Juniors, of the pleasures they had had ; nevert more than all, of her part in Dorothy and Ned ' s courtship. Her tl wandered on over the preceding summer, her long visit to Dorothi ns had been made for this very day ; o er their Senior year, so ilosed witli diplomas for each ; finally over the hastening of her n ' s marriage because of Ned ' s unexpected summons to Califor- e his father owned large estates. The two girls had planned a mer together in the mountains, before the wedding in October, )ril Ned had written urging ' " his own little Dot " to go with him ) California, where he would be obliged to stay at least six md Dorothy had consented on condition that tlieir marriage be t and simple, with no formal announceuient, tnus enabling Dor- nish out her Senior year. morning. Miss Hayes. " Margie sat up quickly. She had come taking her nap, after all, in the bammock. T. Cliandler. how you startled me ! ' ' she exclaimed. " I do be- is very near dozing. We were up so late last night, you know. " we? " Dick Chandler, Ned ' s best man, responded. ' ! didn ' t ■ recalling the wedding rehearsal, and afterwards his long talk maid of honor, after which he had told Ned that " he didn ' t n a bit for wanting to settle down; that he would, too, if he I little girl to love him like — like — ' ' why don ' t you say it ? " Ned had demanded. " I know you but Dorothy told me herself that she wouldn ' t look at anybody ick had smiled. He had not been thinking of Dorothy. and Dorothy, too, had had a talk the night before, in which »d been made to admire all Ned ' s qualities — for he had only i in Dorothy ' s eyes — but had ended by putting in a good word too. him, ' ' she had said. ' -Indeed, he is somewhat like I imagined Id be from his letters. ' ' norning talks . ' erved onlv to increase these sentiments of admi- ration on each side, and when Dick, who had called to inquire about some minute point in the ceremony, left, Margie found herself looking forward with distinct pleasure to her drive that afternoon. " Ned and Miss Dorothy are sure to be having a last talk before tak- ing the final plunge, " Dick had said, " so won ' t you take a drive with me if I promise to have you back in time to — " Margie ' s eyes had dared him there, and he had changed his conclusion from " rest " to " primp. " How delightfully interesting that day was ! Margie enjoyed it all, arranging the flowers, receiving messages and presents, stopping every now and then to kiss Dorothy, who ran all over the house with flushed cheeks and eyes dancing one minute, clouding the next, as she slipped an arm around her mother ' s waist and declared in a hushed little whis- per that she loved her. And so the afternoon came at last, and Margie, in a blue dress and a big, drooping, plumed hat, drove off with Dick, leaving Dorothy in the library with Ned. They were back at six, and Margie hurried to her room " to primp, " as she explained when Dick begged for a few minutes ' chat, but, in reality, to get away from those eyes wdiicli had been so much bolder than Dick ' s lips that afternoon. , n hour later, as she was drawing on her gloves, her door opened and a little figure in soft white satin over which fell long folds of filmy veil- ing stole in — Dorothy as a bride. Neither girl spoke as Margie very ' tenderly put her arms around her chum and kissed her through her veil. " Margie, " Dorothy said, throwing back her veil, " I ' ve come to tell you something. I told Ned this afternoon about your writing all my letters to him. I just had to, Margie, even if I did promise you I wouldn ' t. And " — Dorothy ' s voice broke into a soft little delighted gurgle — " what do you think? Ned says he never could write a decent letter, and that Dick wrote all but one of his to me. " And before Margie could say a word Dorothy had kissed her and run away. The simple ceremony was over. Dorothy was Mrs. Ned Kerns, and as such was very happily receiving congratulations. The best man ap- proached the maid of honor as she stood talking to two of Doro- thy ' s cousins, and urging a previous engagement, drew her away with him. " You have avoided me all the evening, " he said, as he led her to a quiet corner of the broad veranda. " Now give me that half-hour you promised me this afternoon. " Later, after all the guests had gone, Dick led ; Iargie up to Ne Dorothy. " Congratulate us, Mr. and Mrs. Kerns, " he said. " ' Ve waited we had made your match, and now we have made one of our own. ' " Oh, Marg, ' ' sc reamed Dorothy delightedly, " you old dear ! In do congratulate you, Dick. " " Sure, old man, I congratulate you, " Ned said, " though I ' m no ' surprised. Goodness knows, you ought to have made a match writing all those letters to each other. " " That ' s what I told her, ' ' said Dick. SOPHOMORE OFFICERS OF SOPHOMORE CLASS FIRST TERM PRESIDENT, Amelia Gkorge VICE-PRESIDENT, Lillie Phillips SECY AND TREAS ' R, Eugenia Walker SECOND TERM PRESIDENT, Lillie Phillips VICE-PRESIDENT, Irene Foscue SECY AND TREAS ' R, JIaude Hill POET, Clyde Pettus COLORS— Garnet and Gold HISTORIAN, Elizabeth Curry FLOWER — Jacqueminot Rose INIaude Hill Amelia George Mary Fogartie Eugenia Walker MOTTO Per aspcra ad astrci MEMBERS Clyde Pettus Irene Foscue Lillie Phillips Dora Ellis Farris Davis Elizabeth Curry Lola Parham Corinne McCombs HONORARY MEMBERS Miss Hopkins Dr. Arbuckle SOPHOMORE CLASS SOPHOMORE CLASS POEM What girls are these ? Will Inform us whence this mighty air? This much I know, a year They started out as Fresh- men here. How time has flown ! The girls have grown Into tall Sophs- at A. S. I. With manners bland and bearing grand Since reaching this estate so high. But, bear in mind, you ' ll always find Her trials each one hath, She wakes with screams from dreadful dreams Of Latin and of Math. The highest bliss of a Soph ' s life is That one day a Senior she ' ll be; That the time draws nigh when, her books put by, In her " Castle in Spain " she ' ll be free. C E. P., ' 07. SOPHOMORE CLASS HISTORY ,as on a mellow autumn day that that event occurred at Agnes 5cott which was to prove the beginning of the Institute ' s golden ge — the coming of that sturdy band of Freshmen in the fall of [903. This band entered A. S- I. ' s halls with no undue show f pride or arrogance, but with a deep, unspoken sense of their y and ability to surpass, even the marks of true greatness. he classification and the entrance examinations, the teachers orced to admit that this was a remarkabh- intelligent band of 1. At this the newcomers smiled at each other significantly, but vas a very quiet little smile. ' tcr this band met and formally organized, deciding on their id matters of class business in the most decorous and orderly ■ithout the aid of a teacher or of even one of the lofty Seniors, an :uted accomplishment on the part of Agnes Scott Freshmen. le year ' s work began in earnest. The good opinion of the teachers surprise as from day to day the wonderful ability of the Fresh- became apparent. The feeling of the teachers passed from snder to consternation as often some thoughtful Freshman would an exceedingly deep question to one of them. On such occa- nembers of the class would smile again, a little more decidedly 1 the fact became more and more apparent that the teachers were :yond their depth with this class, dismay seized upon the Fac- n despair they wrung their hands, crying, " What shall we do « precocious Freshmen I " Faculty meetings became longer, kins began to have a worried look. Dr. Gaines stood in the hall incredulously at the Freshmen as they passed. Again they rhus it went on ihe whole year, and having brought their work to a glorious consummation in the May finale this formidable body de- parted for their respective homes leaving the Faculty the summer in which to recuperate. In September they returned to renew the siege, diminished in numbers, it is true, but with the same indomitable spirit. Of course, they now had to assume a new dignity befitting their dignity as Sophs. The Fresh- men trembled before this intellectual and imposing body. The teachers tried to wear brave faces as they cherished the hope that the remarkable action of the preceding year was only a leap of the flames which had spent itself in its own brilliance, and that now this class would settle down into ordinary pupils. But alas for such vain hopes ! That class was concentraled genius. What proved to be but the smouldering sparks of this mighty genius the year before now burst forth into splendid flame before the dazed eyes of the Faculty. Still these brave souls struggled nobly on seeking to hide their perturbation. Work proceeded and the Sophomore class made for itself a record unequaled in fiction or history. Words are inadequate to express the accomplishments along all lines of this prodigy among classes. Nor was it so closely confined to stern intellectual pursuits that fun was forgotten. In truth, a goodly share of merrymaking was mixed in with graver occupations. And so they came on to the end of the year with banners flying and their shields — little garnet and gold ones — gleaming with victory. Are there malicious whisperings abroad that say, " ' Tis only the blow- ing of the Sophomores ' brazen horn. ' " ' Then be it known that never before was that horn blown with such just cause. FRESHMAN CLASS OF 1908 FIRST TERM PRESIDENT, Bessie Sextell VICE-PRESIDENT, Edith Sloan SECRETARY, Margarethe Stokes TREASURER, Dorothy Dvrexforth SECOND TERM PRESIDENT, Edith Sloan VICE-PRESIDENT, Josie Sullivan SECRETARY, Lizzabel Saxon TREASURER, Bessie Sentell POET, Ella Brice Morris HISTORIAN, Josie Sullivan COLORS— Crimson and White FLOWER— Carnation MOTTO Not fi}iished just begun MEMBERS Katherine Dean Doroliy Dyrenforth Jule Hnnter Florence Light Edith Lott Mamie McGaughey Mec Mclntyre Ella Brice Morris Sadie Parry Anna Patton Jean Powell Edith Sloan Charlotte Ramspeck Sara Smith Lizzabel Saxon Margarethe Stokes Bessie Sentell Josie Sullivan Lucile Shuford Estelle Zellars Corinne McCombs HONORARY MEMBER Miss McSvvain FRESHMAN CLASS 6 5 " g f THE FRESHMAN ' S PURPOSE As rue by one the steps asceniliiiK. AVe reach at last the longed-for height, As to the wheel our shoulder bending, We ' couiplish all things by our might ; ' Tis thus that by the dint of labor Lessons learning one hy one We gather wisdom, praise and favor If our tasks are nobly done. As now we Freshmen start out early, And hope, at last, to win the prize ; As we climb up slowly, surely. Over mounds of monstrous size. Thus we plod on, hoping, trusting, Un our hard and toilsome way. With the thought of marching upwaril In our minds from day to day. I T XT I I I — T ' s a... lilt T r ! 1 I , " r ' , i r I I I LX z: t I ALUMNAE A. S. A, A. AX V changes have occurred in the Agnes Scott Alumnaj Association since the pages of the last annual went to the f public. These changes and the work now before the V Alumnte may be of sufficient interest to outsiders to war- rant a brief recital of them, last regular meeting of the Association, held in JNIay, 1904, a lization was decided upon in order that the members in various cities outside of the vicinity of the school might take a more t in the work. After various suggestions and much discussion, 5 adopted wliich divided the Alumnae into chapters — organized aces as the number of girls and the interest in the work war- rhe membership of the Association was enlarged by making r membership such girls as had spent one year in the collegiate It. It was hoped in this way to get many new and interested no the Association. Reports are to be sent from these chap- : general meeting held at Agnes Scott in May. By this means s, who because of residence in other places, could not engage 1 Alumnae work, can now do their share. The . labama, At- lanta and Decatur chapters are the only ones organized so far, but it is hoped that during this year several others may be added. The work now before the Alumnse is the paying for and furnishing of the new infirmary which the trustees here decided, in honor of the Asso- ciation, to call " The Alumnae Infirmary. " The raising of the fund for this building was begun by the Alumnae last spring. Several members of the faculty and friends of Dr. Gaines contributed to the propo. ' ed fund, and by the May meeting of the Association several hundred dollars had been raised. Encouraged by this, the girls started out the summer with great interest, and have worked faithfully up to the present time. A house was purchased for the infirmary and fitted up with conven- iences for contagious wards, convalescent room, water and electric lights. It seems attractive enough to warrant frequent visits by girls who are tired of work, or by those who are really ill. The great usefulness of the building, the comfort it has already proved to those in charge, sl ' .ould spur the AIumuEe on to finish the payments, and then on to still greater things in the interest of those halls always held dear by us who were once there. And may we in the words of a bvgone class repeat : " To dear old A. S. I. we ' re true, Long life and health we wish her ; And may each year bring something new Of life and wealth to bless her. " H u 1 1 a AURORA ORGANIZATION MAY McKOWEX, P.L.S., Editor-in-Chief MARY KELLY, M.L.S., Literary Editor SARAH BOALS, P.LS., Exchange Editor ETHEL Mcdonald, M.L.S., Local Editor NELL LEGG, P.L.S., Music Editor MARGARET RAVEXEL, M.L.S., Art Editor KATHERINE REID, P.L.S., Alumnae Editor NELL BATTLE, M.L.S., Businefs Manager THE AURORA STAFF DEPARTMENT GRADUATES MUSIC ANNIE GILLEYLEX CLAIRE HARDEN ART MABEL SMITH MABEL McKOWEN BIBLE KATHERINE REID NELL BATTLE ENGLISH NELL BATTLE DEPARTMENT GRADUATES Katherine Reid Mable Smith Claire Harden Annie Gillevle Mable McKowen Nell Battle SUCH IS LIFE " A sleepy iiirl, A ' pile of books, A mournful sigh. Some doleful looks. A loud alarm, At five o ' clock, It does no harm, Creates no shock. The whistle shrill, A little pout, No lessons learned, The lisrhts are out. The rising-bell, A sudden start, " A hopeless look, A beating heart. The bell for class, And no retreat, A look resigned, A " flunk " complete. Marv — " What did you put ou when you had your picture taken, Jeannette V " Jeaunette — ' I put ou airs. " SOCIETIES MNEMoSVNEAX I.TTF.RARV SOCIETV HALL MNEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIETY JNIarguerile Warner Lillie Belle Bacbman Nell Taylor Adelaide Montgomery Louise Wadsworlh Mary Dillard Mary McCandlish Annie Campbell Mabel Smitb Louise Phinizy Marguerite Ludlo Martha Merrill MNEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIET Y-Continued ta Wvlic t Sharp Sadie Pope Marguerite Lu.li. Aii.krson Walte Kalherine Xewto: I ' .liza Stickley iJorotliy Dyrenforth Alice Davidsoi Dottie Vaughn Adelaide Nelson ilargaret Ravenel MNEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIET Y-Continued Katherine Dea Nell BaUle Annie Palmer JIary Kelly Anna Skinner Kerdina Crowell Helen Jobe Sadie Pope JIary Tiionipsun Lonise IjUdlow MNEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIET Y— Continued Anna Mixon Claire Harden I juise Scott YsaVjel Salbedi Ethel Dunham Lillie Phillips Marjorie Davids Christine Dicks( Gertrude Rubel Charlie vSmith Annie Ludlow Farris Davis MNEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIET Y-Continued Enima Askew Kathleen Robertson Mary Roof Josie Snllivan Sadie Magill Ida Lee Hill Marybeth Word Katie Hall Marion West Ethel McDonald Maud Hill Katherine Co MNEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIET Y-Continued MNEMOSYNE AN LITERARY SOCIETY MEMBERS Emma Askew, Atlanta, Ga. Grace Barstow, Providence, R. I. Alva Bauni, Dublin, Ga. Lillie Bel! Bachman, Sweetwater, Tenn. Minnie Barco, Crystal River, Fla. Nell Battle, Montgomery, Ala. Eleanor Collier, Atlanta, Ga. Berdiua Crowell, Tampa. Fla. Annie Campbell, Clearwater, Fla. Caroline Caldwell, Pine Bluff, Ark. Lida Caldwell, Pine Bluff, Ark. Katharine Cox, Decatur, Ga. Farris Davis, Clearwater, Fla. Roberta Davey, Clearwater, Fla. Alice Davidson, St. Joseph, La. Marjorie Davidson, St. Joseph, La. Ethel Dunham, Savannah, Ga. Marian ' an Dyke, Rome, Ga. Mary Dillard, Washington, Ga. Marie Dickson, Atlanta, Ga. Christine Dickson, Atlanta, Ga. Katherine Dean, C)pelika, Ala. Dorothv Dyrenforth, Chicago, 111. Mary Fogarty, Hopkinsville, Tenn. Eugenia Fuller, Ocala, Fla. Nell Goodwin, Greenville, S. C. Ida Lee Hill, Washington, Ga. Maude Hill, Washington, Ga. Katie Hall, Minden, La. Annice Hawkins, Atlanta, Ga. Helen Jobe. Xenia, O. Maude McKeown, Chester, S. C. Mary Kelly, Valdosta, Ga. Fannie Kimmons, Corinth, Miss. Nanny Lou Harris, Pendleton, S. C. Editli Lott, Waycross, Ga. Aunie Ludlow, Winston-Salem, N. C- Marguerite Ludlow, Winston-Salem, N. C. Louise Ludlow, Winston-Salem, N. C. Ethel McDonald, Cuthbert, Ga. Martha Merrill, Thomasville, Ga. Margaret IMcCormack, Birmingham, Ala. Anna Mixon, Ocala, Fla. Sadie Magill, Chattanooga, Tenn. Adelaide Montgomery, Starkville, JNIiss. Katherine Newton, Waterproof, La. Adelaide Nelson, Atlanta, Ga. Audrie Parham, Waterproof, La. Lillian Phillips, Monticello, Ark. Louise Phinizy, Augusta, Ga. Sadie Pope, Starkville, Miss. Annie Palmer, Chattanooga, Tenn. Anna Plunkett, . ngusta, Ga. Gertrude Rubel, Oklona, Miss. Kathleeu Robertson, Jacksonville, Fla. Mary Roof, Vicksburg, Miss. Margaret Ravenel, Spartanburg, S. C. Mabel Smith, Rome, Ga. Susie Sharp, Waycross, Ga. Josie Sullivan, Laurens, S. C- Charlie Smith, Tampa, Fla. Louise Scott, Ocala, Fla. Eliza Stickley, Mad sonville, Tenn. Anna Skinner, Charleston, S. C Edith Sloan, Davidson, N. C. Ysabel Salbedi, Newnan, Ga. Mary Steere, Shreveport, La. Nell Taylor, Shreveport, La. Mildred Thomson, Atlanta, Ga. Mary Thompson, Atlanta, Ga. Dottie Vaughn, Troy, Ala. Louise Wadsworth, Charlotte, N. C. Annabel Williams, Blackshear, Ga. Marion West, Carrollton, Ga. Helen West, Carrollton, Ga. Hatttie Lee West, Decatur, Ga. Marguerite Warner, Chattanooga, Teni Anderson Walter, Snowdoun, Ala. Gussie Wood, Pine Bluff, Ark. Juanita Wiley, Lancaster, N. C. PRijI ' VLHAX LITE-RARY SOCIETY HALL PROPYLEAN LITERARY SOCIETY " V Z " ° .8Z V SS,.,. =- 8± -- - v 85 %% - ' r: ;, ' s. - Marie Phillips Irene Foscue Elizabeth Wvllv Elizabeth Currv Rachel Voung Annie Gillevlen Lillie Faulkner Sarah Eoals Ani. ' lie Adams Mary Hunter Clare String C ueenie Jc PROP Y LEAN LITERARY SOCIET Y-Continued Jo ' lie Haley Eugenia Walker Mae McDonald Jeannette Shapard Marie Phillips Corinne McCombs Eleanor Somen-ille Mabel McKowen Mary Reeder Lizzabel Saxon PROPYLEAN LITERARY SOCIET Y-Continoed Floride Groover Mary McWhorter Annie King Ethel McCombs Estelle Zellars Annette Crocheror Corinne Weston Nell Legg Louise Davidson Louise Fletcher Ethel Reid Aileen Walker PROPYLEAN LITERARY SOCIET Y-Continued Kalherine Reiil I.ucile Shiiford Mav McKowc PROPYLEAN LITERARY SOCIETY ROLL Sarah Boals, Covington, Tenn. Aurelle Brewer, Decatur, Ga. Levis Cole) ' , Alabama Cit ' , Ala. Annette Crocheron, Gadsden, Ala. Virginia Crosby, Marietta, Ga. Elizabeth Cnrry, Memphis, Tenn. Bessie Duke, Scooba, Miss. Sadie Fay, Prattville, Ala. Irene Foscue. Demopolis, Ala. Amelia George, Madison, Ga. Pauline Grambling, Marietta, Ga. Annie Gilleylen, Aberdeen, Miss. Jodie Haley, Oakway, S. C. Faith Hubbard, Mobile, Ala. Oueenie Jones, Cartersville, Ga. Annie King, Selma, Ala. Nell Legg, Marietta, Ga. Florence Light, Ethel McCombs, Hamburg, Ark. Corinne JMcCorabs, Hamburg, Ark. Maye INIcDonald, Aberdeen, Miss. Mabel McKowen, Lindsay, La. May McKowen, Jackson, La. Mary McWhorter, Hainesville, Ala. Marjorie Menefee, Pensacola, Fla. Lulie Morrow, West Point, Ga. Mattie Newton, Gabbettville, Ga. Irene Newton, Gabbettville, Ga. Marie Phillips, Birmingham, Ala. Mary Reeder, New Orleans, La. Katherine Reid, Palmetto, Ga. Ethel Reid, Palmetto, Ga. Lizzabel Saxon, Cartersville, Ga. Lucille Shuford, Acworth, Ga. Bessie Sentell, Bunkie, La. Jeannette Shaford, Opelika, Ala. Sallie Stribling, Walhalla, S. C. Margie Stribling, Walhalla, S. C. Nina Stribling, Roswell, Ga. Allien Talbert, Atlanta, Ga. Eugenia Walker, Darien, Ga. Ailleen Walker, Hawkinsville, Ga. Elizabeth Wiley, Darien, Ga. Edith Wood, Roswell, Ga. Rachel Young, Quitman, Ga. Eleanor Sommerville, Aliceville, Ala. Vera Holly, Fort Gaines, Ga. Lillie Falkner, Falkner, Ga. Floride Groover, Jacksonville, Fla. Louise Davidson, Jacksonville, Fla. Corinne Weston, Jacksonville, Fla. Mary Hunter, Quitman, Ga. Claire Stringfellow, Jacksonville, Fla. Marguerite Stringfellow, Gainesville, : Sarah Smith, Sparta, Ga. Joy Patton, ] Iemphis, Tenn. Louise Fletcher, Jacksonville, Fla. Jean Powell, Dalton, Ga. Mary Allen Henderson, INIarietta, Ga. Ola Bob Jester, Atlanta, Ga. Jetta Womack, Blakely, Ga. Rosalie Smith, Dublin, Ga. Maggie McClean, Memphis, Tenn. Osie Story, Thomson, Ga. Amelie Adams, Atlanta, Ga. LADDIE Ilka lassie has a laddie, Agnes Scott has ane, Sae let not e ' en the Freshc That she ' ll be left alane. Ne ' er did maid hae lad sae gallant, Winsome an ' sae true. Whene ' er he lo ' es a maiden fair The maiden lo ' es him too. Agnes Scott, wee bonnie lassie, Lo ' s her Laddie true ; If aught o ' harm should come to him, Wnat would puir Agnes do ? Laddie, O thou lane protector. May nae cruel lot Cause thee to go to ither lands Away frae Agnes Scott. One of the Ladies of the Faculty (very much in- terested in law) — " Mr. , -what is the first thing you have to do to get a divorce ? " The Lecturer — " Why, get married first. " X i t e V a r THE QUEST OF A VOICE PART I. HE young man paused and drew in a deep breath. Oh ! how he loved these great woods, this vast cathedral of towering . trunks, the green roof above, the soft carpet under foot, the fragrance in the air, and the soft sighing of the wind ! Ft was all so soothing, so far away from common things, it stirred the imagination in a dreamy sort of way. iown beneath an immense tree and leaned wearily against the lie last rays of the departing sun broke through the branches rested for a moment on his face, lighting up the streaks of his temples. His was the face of one who has looked upon iiess of the world with the eyes of a dreamer. He was not a g man, f erhaps a little over thirty, well-built, but with the p of the scholar. oh 1 so tired ' . He had been writing, writing, writing all day — his brain was e.xhausted, his fingers numb. Even this land !id beauty could not give him the inspiration he needed for his Di.xie I The little line between his eyebrows deepened as he his ward ' s mischievous pranks. He had tried in vain to repri- and it was not often that he even attempted it. He was so busy sed with his books that he usually turned her over to his aunt, Igent old lady — could no more scold her than fly, — so Dixie ' s pranks — and alas ! they were many — went unpunished. To-day he had taken the reins in his own hands, but he keenly felt that Dixie had gotten the best of the interview. She had stood before him, the very picture of shame and remorse, with hanging head and downcast eyes. Fooiish man, if he fancied little stubborn Di.xie was penitent! But his dreams were soon dispelled, when he caught sight of that unruly little dimple in her left cheek playing hide and seek there ; looking closer, he saw her merry, laughing eyes peeping roguishly up at him through the curls that fell about her face. He knew he had looked just as he felt — utterly foolish and helpless. He had turned away and sighed in despair, — and the imp had laughed and pulled his nose — calling him " Dear old Pugs, " for his nose was anything but pugged ; then quick as a flash, she was out of the house and flying down the path to the great woods beyond. He felt more than e ' er his inability to take charge of her now, — as, when at her parents ' funeral she had been placed in his arms, a warm little bundle, swaddled in blankets. He had stood looking helplessly down, vaguely wondering what to do with her, until his guardian angel, in the shape of his widowed aunt, " fair, fat, and forty, " had come to his aid. She had delightedly pounced upon the bundle and he had joyfully given — almost thrust — it into her arms, much to the peril of that same thing ' s life. Since then he had been so busy writing books, — the books that were to make him first among authors standing on the topmost round of the ladder of Fame. Aunt was too foolishly fond and doting, and blind to her faults to reprimand lier, so Dixie had grown into a wild, reticent, care-free child, inucli accustomed to having her o ah way, ruling every one and every- thing in that little imperious manner she had, yet with a certain easy authority, carrying her secrets to the sympathetic forest listeners. Be- sides her nature was too full of conflicting elements to be properly con- trolled, for no one could tell just when she was serious, or v hen having a little fun. John Howard was so engrossed with his own thoughts and plans — that his willful and irrepressible ward should be under boarding-school control for five or six years at least, traveling with Aunty in the summer months — that he did not see the laugiiing face peering out at him from the underbrush near by. Perhaps he would not have been so confident of her management if he could have caught a glimpse of the future and had seen the naughty Dixie still bent on mischief, readi ' y penitent and as readily forgiven. And it was woe to the luckless swain who looked deep into her eyes ; for his heart was caught and held forever in their mis- chievous depths, unless by chance, he grew faint-hearted and hopeless under her merry raillery. Having planned it all out minutely, bringing his thoughts again to his one greatest consideration, his book, John Howard began softly and un- consciously to sing to himself an old love-song, infinitely sweet and ten- der. Suddenly there came from the bushes near by, a voice, high, sweet and clear, full of intense fueling and longing- He jinuped to his feet and faced about in amazed surprise, startled by this sudden outburst. Soft and low at first, then swelling into such a tone of mocking witchery, the voice drew him in its direction, so that, like one in a dream, he started in the direction from whence it came. But its owner, wary and alert, eluded him, and crept deeper and deeper into the tangled underbrush. He could do naught but follow it, for it drew him on as a magnet draws the needle. When at last the song was ended, he stopped in surprise and con- sternation. There was no one in sight, and even after diligent search he could find no trace of the owner of that voice. Was it a dreaa hallucination, or perhaps the fairy tales of his childhood days co; at last? He was angry with himself for being so easily affecti with an impatient exclamation he turned and walked swiftly d( path to the big white house on the hill, the voice still ringing in 1: A few seconds later, a small, undersized child of weird my beauty crept out from a clump of bushes and blew a kiss at the rel figure. Then with a merry toss of her head, as she thought guardian ' s surprise, and a light laugh, spontaneous and musical, } a slight wistful catch in it, she climbed swiftly up into the big ove ing oak tree. This little gipsy-looking creature was Dixie — Di: the merry brown eyes. " Her hair was brown, a deep, deep brown, and her eyes were dark her hair, black with subtle mischief, but deep down behind a merriment were true, pure longings, longings for all things beaut: good. Her saucy nose was a little tip-tilted, and by her curled i mouth there dwelt a naughty, elusive dimple in a cast of rosy fies She looked like some elf of the enchanted forest, so small anc she seemed against the green leaves of the great oak. She sat an branches easily and gracefully, her hands clasped over her kn swinging her tiny foot back and forth, as she kept time to tf snatches of songs she unconsciously liumraed to herself. Hert enchanted wood, her imagination played without restraint, and h the murmurings and whisperings could tell her everything a 1: might care to hear, and to the forest creatures Dixie trustingly all her most precious secrets. They alone knew that she had g; guardian all her child ' s heart — a love almost idolatrous in its gi If, she too, could have looked into the future, and could have s day after day sitting idle at his desk, with sheets of unfinishe( script lying all about him, dreaming of a voice whose merac iin, calling himself a silly, sentimental fool, perhaps her ■would have danced and twinkled all the more, and she would pent sleepless nights on tear--wet pillows. PART II. ing was turned topsy-turvy in the big house on the hill. Dixie g home from school I Every one was running wildly about in of preparation, straightening things that had already been :d numberless times — making such a clatter and bustle, that ard was obliged to take refuge in the considerate woods. . little less than delirious. Dixie ' s jolly letters had kept her g the preparation until now, when the last few days dragged ,ly. .• the household was excited, the whole town was wild with Zhildren of all ages and sizes hung about the gates to catch impse of the returning Dixie Randolph. All the marriageable made it their especial business to pass casually by the house. Irons took this particular time to pay back calls on Aunty, lat old lady ' s disgust. oe remembered Dixie as a small gypsy of a child, and were 1 surprised when they saw the jaunty figure of a rather tall, beautiful girl, step down from the train. But she was the same laughing Dixie, bubbling over with happiness and good spirits. She lowered her eyes at her guardian ' s greeting, that he might not see the look of pain and disappointment in them when he persisted in acting as if she were still a child. A child? The idea! Why, this washer nineteenth birthday ! But her guardian was not altogether blind to her charms. He kept glancing at her in his absent-minded way, thinking into what a beautiful, utterly fascinating maid his little witch had grown. As soon as possible, Dixie hurried away to her beloved woods, nimbly swinging herself into her same favorite old oak tree. Oh ! how beau- tiful it all was ! Those never-to-be-forgotten forest whisperings, — that ceaseless lullaby from above ! What a lovely place to dream dreams ! Her revery was broken by a muffled step on the moss beneath her. Glanc- ing down she saw her guardian — his hands clasped behind his back and his head down in meditation. He was softly singing to himself that same sweet old love-song. With a roguish smile and a look of teasing merri- ment, she began to sing it with him. With a startled cry of surprise and joy, intense and uncontrolled, he glanced up into the tree. Yes ! It was the same voice- — richer, clearer, sweeter — yet still the same ! His eyes met a pair of laughing ones ; but it was the other look in them that made him hold out his arms, and it was his answering look that made Dixie slowly climb down into them. TWO AND TWO Only a pair of deep blue eyes, Only a mass of golden hair, Only a footlet small in size, Only a maiden, young and fair. II Only a pair of shoulders broad. Only a man so big and tall, Only a look as he whispers, " Maud " Only two lovers— that is all. Ill Only a moon above so bright, Only an arm around her waist, Only a laugh of pure delight. Only a kiss, caught in haste. IV Only a man of sixty-five, Only a grandpa, old and gray. Only a baby girl of five, Only a lovely night in May. A. M. G. THE STRIKE HE movement had taken its time in coming. For live long months the spirit of rebellion had been steadily growing • until on the memorable twenty-fifth of January, nineteen hundred and five, the strike occurred. The American Literature Class of Agnes Scott Institute inaugurated the first and last strike that ever took place within walls. Outside the printers struck, the car conductors struck, ]cr classes struck in a body, so it was not surprising that the iking should have entered the minds of five young girls who hey, too. must keep up-to-date. Like all great revolutionary hese ideas grew gradually, beginning when the professor an- lat there would be three recitation periods instead of two for the Literature Class. claration probably germinated the strike, but no one dreamed : consequences or thought of the latent force hidden in the the steadily growing plant — discontent. This, as in all strikes, heart of the matter. i Strikers felt that it was a grievance to have to serve during the tation periods, but when they entered service they found theni- ny, many hours poring over Richardson, Matthews, Stedman, and Tyler with forty or fifty or sixty pages ahead of them, and lessons staring them relentlessly in the face, rs arose, but, like the mighty Pharaoh, the professor hardened his heart until it was like rock. In some unaccountable way he got the idea that the American Literature Class was trying to shirk, and imme- diately he determined that they should r.ot. Never would he allow it ! He would die in the struggle with the colors flying rather than give up ! He had not been out of college long enough to forget the prodigious work he had done, but one vital fact had escaped his memory — that he bad few lessons in his collegiate work, whereas his class had many. Agnes Scott was but an institute, not claiming to do college work and not failing to give students many studies, as is always the case in preparatory schools. He was very ambitious for his class, but they did not fulfill his hopes. While not equaling him in ambition they felt themselves rivals in determination of purpose. They complained to each other of the long hours and their increase in labor, and this plaintive note reached his ears from their own lips. It was not a lack of interest that held a check on the class but a lack of time. One very foolish little girl who found her likeness only in stu- pidity steadily opposed the increasing length of lessons. Each day she made remarks, useless, of course, about the time it took in preparation for his class. Foolish girl ! she was turning him to adamant. The little ripples of complaint increased, gathered strength as they went on until they beat against the rock, and the strike had come. " The last straw that broke the camel ' s back " was laid on in the shape of one hundred pages on the life of Poe and the order to keep a note- book for his inspection and grading! " One hundred pages ! " Heart- lessly he had spoken those words. Ere tlie sound left his lips five lowered guns met him. He was ready for them, and for half an hour a sharp skirmish kept up. Wearying of this he brought out his cannon and lowered it at the strikers. The boom of the cannon shook the earth. The sentence equaled the Pope ' s excommunication ; it ran thus : " A writ- ten lesson next Saturday, written lessons once a month, and an examina- tion at the end of the year. " The strikers were crestfallen, all save one. She alone gloried in the poor little victory, for no notebooks should be forthcoming, but was it worth the penalty? " Yes, a thousand times yes! " her heart answered. She would study her head off before he should get ahead of her, she would make a hundred if she went hungry and sleepless. Saturday came, and with it the promised written lesson of inconceivable length, much more than any of the strikers could complete in but the aspirant toward the perfect mark undertook it with t fingers and a spirit of " i)o or Die. ' ' ' Her pencil flew across the if inspired by the demons of indignation. The bell rang, and al trembled from the nervous strain. The wrath of the class arose again when the written less ' handed back, and again a volley of shot poured forth — this time air. Up in the English room the master congratulated himse successful way in which he had managed the strikers, but do yard the crack of the guns still sounded. There was never any compact signed, but since both parties something they were ready to stop. Wearied of contest they alh angel of peace to come in. Once more an amicable relation exis COMMENCEMENT DAY THE CLASS OF ' 05 Commencement morning came one year. (The year was nineteen-five). Ten Seniors felt themselves to be The happiest girls alive. They filed upon the stage that morn, Ah, what a brave array I And waited, full of confidence, The honors of the day. Directly rose the president, His face quite full of grief ; His words were quick, and to the point, His introduction brief. " My friends, we ' re come together here, To see this class receive Due honor for the work it ' s done, Or led us to believe. " But looking o ' er the record book, I find to my surprise That from ils pages clean and neat Grave difficulties rise. " Miss Askew ' s French, I do believe, Was forty-two or three ; Miss Brewer aUo failed to pass — Her fate was History. " The two McKowens failed outright. Much to my deep regret ; For Bible 3 and English 7 Gave both a big back-set. " My horror still increased to see, Miss Merrill ten themes lacked ; Miss Morrow ' s dreadful ' flunk ' To Chemistry was tracked. COMMENCEMENT DAY CONTINUED " .Miss Stribling and Miss Thompson both. In American Lit. and Trig.. Have done so badly all the year Their work ' s not worth a fig. " And when I came to Robertson, It grieved my heart to find That Physics 2 had proved to be Most awfully unkind. ' One ray of hope still lit my path, For here was yet JNIiss Wood, And she had never failed to pass When not one other could. " Conceive, therefore, my dearest friends, My terrible dismay To find that she was like the rest. For Ethics iost the day. " It breaks my heart to tell you this, But yet it must be done. For not a single long-looked-for Diploma has been won. " As thus he ended with a sigh (He ' d nothing more to say), Each maiden sat with downcast head And wiped the tears away. Ah, then ensued an awful scene, Too dreadful to relate ; Each Senior felt that she at least Could not endure this fate. They rushed upon the president With one heartrending scream — Just then I sprang up with a start To find it but a dream. MAY A COUSIN BE AN AFFINITY ? »OXES, ' for goodness " sake, shut up and let me put in a word edgewise. Schoolgirls are a perfect sight, they talk so much. " " Well, I ' d like to knowwhat you consider yourself doing. " • ' Oh I never mind, " and Margaret Randolph danced gaily around the room to the tune of " The Lover ' s A, B, C. " iris, let ' s return to the supreme topic of conversation, the rable Mr. Henry Preston. ' ' rs. Preston is simply wild about that son of hers, and I know r head at the thought of seeing him so soon. " n the mouths of six girls followed many questions and sur- the identity of the gentleman in question. In the midst of r, a knock wes heard at the door. " Come in, if your face is :d Jones. ant reception, but I am sent as a warning to let you girls ou sound like a lunatic asylum turned loose, and that you ' d quiet if you don ' t want several teachers piling in on you. e.xcitement about, any way? " irrie Fawning, do you mean to say you haven ' t heard of the .Irs. Preston ' s beloved son, Henry, who is coming home to nonths? ' ' ow the one we have been foolish to meet. " conquering hero comes. " " Oh ! I say let ' s have a procession and escort him from the station to his ' Home, Sweet Home, ' " said still another. " Can this remarkable news be true? ' ' said Carrie, " I don ' t blame you for making any amount of noise, for Brother Will told me that Henry Preston was the best all-round man at college last year, and everybody that has known him raves over him. Girls, how can we arrange to meet him before the next reception. I can ' t possibly wait a whole month. " " I could shoot myself for skipping school on .April Fool ' s Day, for we are instructed there ' ll be no more dinner-parties at the Prestons. To sit across the table from the adorable Henry would be too grand for any use To eat fried chicken while gazing into those dreamy brown eyes, for you know they are the real bona fide kind, " soliloquised " Jones. " ' • Yon are a perfect sight ' Jones. ' The idea of thinking about his eyes this far ahead of time. " " Oh ! shucks, I bet you ' ve gone further than that. " And so these jolly schoolgirls kept up a lively chatter through the whole afternoon. The center of the excitement was a young fellow just graduated from Harvard, who was coming home to spend several months with his widowed mother. INIrs. Preston was a great favorite with the school- girls, for slie loved to brighten her home with the young people ; consequently every Monday five or six girls would dine with her ; and many times duri ng the week the daintiest kind of a waiter was sent to one of her especial pets. As there were none of her family living, natur- ally her thoughts centered in her one only son, Henry, who, on account of overwork at Johns Hopkins University, was coming home to recu- perate. " Let ' s see, it is six o ' clock, time for the mail to be here, I ' ll run down and get the crowd ' s, " said " Jones. " " Get mine, if you can bring it up in a wheelbarrow, " yelled a voice after the retreating figure. In a few minutes " Jones " came back with only one letter and that was for " Miss Margaret Randolph. " It ' s from your mother, so you ueed ' t get that wistful expression in your eyes. . You must think Tom has nothing to do but write to you. " " What ' s the news. Kitten? " " Oh ! nothing, but mother says a distant cousin of the famih ' is com- ing to see me. I fear he ' s an awful pill, for she rather apologizes for his coming. I don ' t see why I have to entertain all of the stray kin, do you? I know this much, that he has brown eyes and brown hair, and is named Jack Randolph. He ' ll be here Thursday ' . " The supper-bell put an end to this conversation, and the seven trooped arm-in-arm down to supper. The girls had all planned to walk by the depot just at the time when the Southbound train would bring joy to the heart of Mrs. Preston. Her son was expected on Thursday, the very day when Margaret ' s unknown cousin was to come. " It does make me furious, " Margaret said, " that I have to stay in that stuffy parlor when you all will be having so much fun, but my doom is sealed, so here I go. Dear friends and room-mates, picture me talking in a most animated way to a cousin whom I have never seen, nor never cared to see, " and with a resigned look she went down-stairs. Even though Margaret seemed to be disgusted at the prospect of a boring afternoon, yet she gave an extra pull at her hair and an look in the glass. It was an attractive face that was pictured tl the blue of her eyes and the delicate pink of her cheeks liarmc completely. This eighteen-year-old schoolgirl possessed all the ness and vigor of youth, but a womanly charm of manner complete striking personality. Hurrying down the stairs, she rushed into the parlor where se people were talking. As there was only one brown-eyed, brown-1 man in the room, Margaret immediately singled him out as " her i and before he could open his mouth, she began, " You can ' t imagin glad I am to see you. Jack. Mother wrote me several days ago the would be here, and I have been crazy ever since then for Thursc hurry up and come. And how is Cousin Edward, and that dear sister of yours? Let ' s take this seat in the corner, for, as I know fro perience, its decidedly the nicest one in the room. I declare I h; given you time to stick in a word edgewise, and I want to hear all yourself, for I do feel real funny-like sitting up talking to a per strange cousin. How long do you think you ' ll be in A ? ' ' And so the afternoon passed. Margaret went down late to suppe she could only say, " He ' s beyond description and I am just crazy my new cousin. He is coming again to-morrow afternoon to take the baseball game in A. " The other girls had worse luck, for Jlr. Preston did not come. Margaret and her new cousin seemed mutually infatuated, fo: went driving, walking, and horseback-riding several other afternoc The girls were all looking forward to next Monday, when the; going to Mrs. Preston ' s. Restrictions were removed and " Jones " new suit, so the way was clear for a good time. Mrs. Preston, in her note, said, " Henry is here, so I want yo girls to come over and dine with us too. One of you seven can hav idn ' t have a better pick of daughter-in-laws. So by-by until t eventful day, curly hair that had never curled before blossomed iv hats, new skirts that looked familiar though strange on their rers. : Preston ' s house was near the school the walk was not too long eager spirits. Their friend met them at the door, explaining a sence until dinner-time. The girls were telling her of what been doing for the past four weeks — their dances, tennis, golf, ;hey ail agreed that the principal excitement was Margaret ' s ho had been her one subject of conversation since he had visited all true, " said Margaret, ' ' Mrs. Preston, I can ' t help but like he is my ideal of a man. Do you believe in an affinity? Well I certainly believe Jack Randolph is mine. I don ' t care if he isin, it is real far off. Vou all needn ' t laugh at me, for I almost e with him. " ist I " screamed si.x voices. 1, " said ' -Jones, " I would hate to see the ' most. ' " dinner was announced, they all walked into the dining-room ■. Preston was waiting for them. " A very peculiar man not to come to meet us, " whispered one voice. But she got no response from Margaret, for there was another young lady more nonplussed than she had ever been. " Why, I don ' t understand ; what is Jack doing here, Mrs. Preston ? ' ' And all eyes turned toward the head of the table where Mr. Preston was standing. Then there were many questions and many explanations. ?(Irs. Preston acknowledged that she had been let into the secret, for she thought no harm could come of it, and maybe good might result, and s!ie slyly pinched Margaret ' s pink ears. " Mr. Preston, I ' ll never be able to look you in the face again, and now that I think of it, you really did look puzzled during the first ten min- utes ' conversation when I was hurling forth volleys of questions at you and not giving you the least little chance to answer, but I think you are entirely to blame, and you owe me an apology. " " There are some things we can not always help, " and the genuine dreamy eyes looked at Mai-garct while she was eating her fried chicken. After that, there were more visits, more baseball games, and more drives, and at the commencement when Margaret graduated, she and Mr. Preston both agreed that the beginning of their love affair was quite un- usual. HIS FIRST APPEARANCE At the table they were silting Clink ! the glasses on the table, In the dining-room at two, Clash ! the knives upon the plate, Just as calm and undisturbed Happy in few outside worries, As few girls you ever knew. These girls ate and ate and ate. All at once a form approaches, ' Mongst the girls who recognize There is wild excitement reigning While they turn and stretch their eyes. Why ! there ' s nothing in the path there. Listen to the whispers running But a common ord ' nary man, O ' er the room now calm no more ; Who is this that breaks the calm so? E ' en the " fac " are really turning, Won ' t you tell me if you can? As if life were then no bore. Now the man is passed bej-ond us, To the dinner they return ; He of whom they ' ve heard since entrance, Southward here his heart did yearn. Listen, while I tell the secret, Of the man of world-wide fame, Who has caused this great excitement — ' Tis " 5(7« Leivis " home again ! A sparkling lake. A boat for two And head o ' er heels In love, for tnie. THE PROPOSAL Amerrv voulh. A gentle moon, A perfect night. One oar he had, One oar had she, And well they pulled In unity. A pretty blush, A sweet caress, A solemn hush, A tremblin,; " Y-e-s ' " How well we pull Together, dear ; Sweetheart, let ' s pu ' Together, e ' er. " e like sheep have gone astray ■ Miss Shepard went away. ATHLETICS THE TENNIS ASSOCIATION ' TENNIS ASSOCIATION PRESIDENT— Martha Merrill Marion Van Dyke Alice Davidson Adelaide Nelson Helen Jobe Annie Gilleylen Alline Tolbert Marguerite Stringfellow Lucile Sliuford Ida Lee Hill Martha Merrill Anna Plunkett Nell Taylor Anderson Walter Sadie Magill Sadie Pope OFFICERS SECY AND TREAS ' R— Ida Lee Hill MEMBERS Lulie Morrow Berdina Crowell Katherine Newton Anna Mixon ] Hnnie Barco ] Iary Reeder Dorothy Dyrenforth Kathleen Robertson Mildred Thomson Eliza Stickley Lillie Belle Bachman Marjorie Davidson Mary Roof Ethel Durham Annie Ludlow Marguerite Ludlow Louise Ludlow Nell Battle Marjorie Menefee Edith Sloan Corinne Weston Catherine Dean Levis Coley Marguerite Warner Eugenia Fuller Annie King Claire Stringfellow Dr. Farrar D. S. C. TENNIS CLUB .. ;, un.lTrciis r M. StrinKfi;lluw Ur, I ' arrer li. Dunhaill M. Merrill M.Wainer S. Magill N. Battle, Pres ' t J.L.Hill GOLF CLUB WARNER ' S BASEBALL TEAM Polly Warner, Captain Ethel Dunham, p Anna I ' lunket, Manager Louise Davidson, c Corinne Weston, Coach Anna Plunket, ib Kthel .McCombs, ;b Katherine Reifl, , b Safliu Ma;,Mll, cf Benlma Crowell, It Corinne McCombs, ; Corinne Weston, s Marguerite Ludlo RAVENEL ' S BASEBALL TEAM . If " " C Q 1 • 3fc » L W kJP ■i» B Kj Hi l - ' H f 1 H l V -3 f Hj l bte ' 1 ' i ■ I JM D l l ' l H I Hi ' 4M HqH| .. N H j jfl |H Hl i - ' F ' J H J ' I V I ■ " 11 A ' I J Ji ■if Hl| v l L ' ' H k m . -- M ■X Hm Hjj l k - L ' H H V J3B |H ■? i| p B l 9 I In -41 11 I H L Jodey Haley, ib Marjon- Davidson, rf Gertrude Rubel, c Marie Dickson, ss Jov Patton, sub Dorothy Dyrenforth, 2b Christine Dickson, sub Margaret Ravenel, 3b ' Amelie Ac AUine Tolbert, If Louise Phinezy, sub Margaret Ravenel, Captain Alline Tolbert, Manager Edith Wood, p Marguerite Stringfellow, SCRUB I M. Raven-;] H. Jobe D. Dvrenforth I. I, Hill M Dixon I,, rhillips L. Phinizv A. Plunkett S. Magill A. Tolbert L Caldwell SCRUB II. L. Davidson E. Walks r B. Crowell M. Stringfellow A. Ludl A Williams E. McCombs M. Davidson E. Wood A. Da •idson J. Patton TRACK TEAM, w rar R ..of MaKill Ta- J. Magili., Manager lor Hall Iiyrenforth Phillips ro ' Id - . CAROLINA CLUB State. E. Sloan ■tate. J. Sullivan M, Ravenel ■, S. Strihlinx HONORARY MEMBERS Miss Mac Swain Miss Leinbach Miss McKenzie Prof. Maclean S StriMing E. Sloa A. Skinner M. Ravenel M, McKowen N. Goodwin N. L. B J. Wylie J. Haley L. Wadsworth MOTTO Don ' ' t tell. COLORS Black and Gold FLOWER Black-eved Susan M. McWhorter N. Atkinson L. Thi K. Robertson M. Earcoe A. Hawkins B. Peabodv A.Mixc JOLLY ROVERS COLORS : Red and Yellow. FLOWER: Goldenrod. F. Groover M. McDonald J. Patton M. Warner C. Stringfellow N. Lepg M. Hunter L. Davidson L. Fletcher THE HOUSE OF LORDS L. Wadsworth M.Kelly il. Merrill M.Thompson E. . skew J. Magill I.L.Hill N. Battle MODERATOR, JOHN Magill SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE, Theodore Merrill HONORARY MEMBERS, Edith W. rd . nd Caro Gr.ay DAMES de QUALITE Mile. Groover Mile. F.itton Mile. Gilk-ylcn Mile. Stringfellow Mile. Davidson Mile. Warner Mile. Fletcher Mile. Stringfellow Mile. McDonald Mile. Legg Mile. Hunter GOOD TIME CLUB MOTTO : " Always ou time. " FLOWER; Four O ' Clock. FAVORITE EXPRESSION : " Watch i TIME OF MEETING : " When the clock is striking the hour. " yell: Boom-a-Iacka, vic:i-laca ! Never, never late ! Vica-laca, boom-a-laca! Were the good time eight! M E t B E R S Louise Phinizy Nell Atkinson Dorothy Dyrenforth Adelaide Montgomery Annice Hawkins Marybeth Word Christine Dickson Marie Dixon THE SERENADERS OBJECT make night hideous. COLORS ilack and White. il. Hunter N. Legg L. Fletcher h, Davidson C. Stringfellow M. McDonald S. Boals J. Patton F, Groover M, Stringfellow M. Warner A. Gilleylen MOTTO " Make all the noise you cany FLOWER Night -blooming cereus. 106 THE P. Cs MOTTO Lucky in cartls, unlucky in love. COLORS Red, white and black. JI E E T I N G PLACE The tower. TIME 12 P.M. STONE Diamond SONG Show me the way to go home. N. Battle K. Hall E, Durham N. Taylor S. Magill M. Merrill I. L. Hill M. Smith A. Ludlow L. Wadsworth A. Plunkett K. Newton A. Davidson LUCKY THIRTEEN MOTTO : " Eat, drink and be merry, for to-morroiv ye diey COLORS : Black and White. MEETING : Once a month, the thirteenth. FLOWER : Five-ltafed clover. SONG ; Sons of the scriech owl. J. Wvlie E. McDonald A. GeorRe K. Hall JL Smith E. Dunham S. Magill ' L Wadsworlh L. Phillips A. Ludlow A. Plunket JL Dillard N. Battle 108 O. K. CHAFING DISH CLUB COLORS Yellow and White FLOWER Daisy MOTTO Eat drink and I !■]■, for to-morr niicrlit be cati Ji, J. Sullivan M. Hill M. Barco M. West L. Caldwell K.Robertson H. West C, Caldwell c. p. c. M. Davidson K. Robertson M. Barco S. Sharp J. Sullivan P. Grambling THE FEASTERS " M. Ravenel A. Jlontguiiiery H. West M. West M. VaiiDyke M, McCandlish I. Salbide M. Thompson CHIEF OCCUPAnON: Eating. COLORS: Pickle green and apple red. Ill THE LIMIT CLUB y It " That, that, is, is. FLOWER : Tiger Lily. COLORS : Yellow and black. A. B C ' s CLUB M. Kelly M. Sniilli JI, JIcKoweii JI. Thompson K Askew SONG : " Sing on, Sweet Bird. " AMBITION : Loving service to nian ' kind. FLOWER ; White Carnation. PLACE OF MEETING : In the pantry. THE PERAMBULATORS Mary Thompson Anderson Walter IVIarj ' Kelly Louise Wadsworlh MOTTO : " If wishes were horses beggars would ride. " THE PROWLERS V I Fogartie A. King MOTTO : " Rise, O ye sleepers, " FLOWER: Johnny-jump-up. " THE TIE CLUB " A. C. G. ' s " ■ jm VP 1 1 J5 m m J 1 J i r i k IK myCuL-u r c v.. c M. Phillips ell C. Smith A. Br. C. Weston P. Graniling A. Davidson X. Y. Z THE NAUGHTY THREE THE NAUGHTY THREE MOTTO Three ' s a company, four ' s a crowd. COLOR Blue. FLOWER Forgfet- ' ne-not. " Charles " Stringfellow " Jack " Groover " Tess " McDonal( S. Boals C. Stringfellow M. McDonald " DOLLY CLUB ' ' Martha Merrill Ai..Icr-.ni Waltu " GOOD CHEER CLUB " Ethel McDonald Emma Askew Martha Jlerrill WE ARE COLORS Sky-blue and cloud-white. FLOWER White Carnation. MOTTO " Born genius, study not necessary. " (?) CHIEF OCCUPATION : " Enlightening the world. " MEMBERS Ysabel Salbide Marybeth Word Marion West Josie Sullivan Marie Dickson Mary McCandlisli Dorothy Dyrenforth " JEST US " ] I O T T O Jesters we And our life is free ; We ' re happy-go-lucky, We ' re jolly and plucky, As you can see. OBJECT A smile. (Piggy) Alice Davidson (Toottie) Katharine Newton (Polly) Marguerite Warner Advice to You : An ounce of laughter is worth a pound of fret. M Warner A. Davidson 118 KODAK CLUB S. MagiU N. Battle N. Tavlor K. Hall M. Roof J.Wylie Pluiiket A. Hawkins M. Hill E. McDonald A. Walter Sci.lt L. Phiiiizy A. Ludlow E. Dunham M. Dillarc George L. Phillips D. Dvrenforth ' THE SAT UPONS " l;. S.-nte!l S. StriUing M. McKowen E. Curry A. Crocheron A. King L. Morrow I. Foscue M. McKowen M. Reeder K. Reid E. Reid K. Young L. Saxon THE NUT CRACKERS " B. Sentell S. Stribling May McKoweii E Curry R Young M McKowen L Jlorrow L. Saxon E. Reid K. Reid J. Shapard A. King I. Foscue A. Crocheron M. Reeder •• QUEEN OF HEARTS " M OTTO Men, beware ! COLOR Red. S Y M B O L Cupid ' s Dart. MEMBERS Josie Sullivan Marion West Alice Davidson Mary McCandlisli Polly Warner Ysabel Salbide Marion VanDyke Louise Phinizy Annice Hawkins THE GRASS-WIDOWS MOTTO : All women are born free and unattached. FLOWER: Ribbon " THE OLDEST FAMILY IN SCHOOL ' Mrs. Marv E Kellv Mrs. Ida Lee Hil M O T T • Xo question about us. " FLOWER Goldenrod. COLORS Black and Gold. yell; Razzle, dazzle ! Hobble, gobble ! Cis, boom, baa ! Question, Question R a , r a , r a . Presidknt : Annie Palmer. M EMBERS Caroline Caldwell Louise Scott Edith Lott Dottie Vauglin Susie Sharp Hel en West J 7 ' Motto : All things come to those who wait. Colors ; Purple and gold. Flower : Violet. THE MIDNIGHT OWLS Motto : Never iate till twelve, then it ' s earlv. Flower : Moon-flower. Favorite drink : Arbuck ' le coffee. . Yell: Who ' s out? Who ' s out? You-oo-oo-oo. Time of meeting : After the whistle blows, after the lights are out. Favorite saving : Let ' s go. ■Molly " Thompson MEMBERS : " Pollv " Kellv ' Dollv " Askew Grand Master of Ceremo Katherine New-ton. Most Exalted Ruler, : QUARRELSOME QUARTETTE MEMBERS Lillie Phillips Juanita Wylie Amelia George Dorothy Dvrenforth MOTTO " Let not the sun go down upon your wrath. " COLORS Dark blue and red. FLOWER Pepper-grass. FRUIT Prickly Pear. EXPRESSIONS Juanita — " I wun ' t (won ' t) do it. Lill — " Amelia, get out of my room. " Amelia — " Oh, Dorothy ' s mad. " Dorothy — " You are so narrow-minded, girls. " THE TRIUMVIRATE GAMMA MU MEMBERS: Katherine Cox, Decatur, Ga. Marion VanDvke, Rome, Ga. Ethel McDonald, Cuthbert, Ga. MOTTO : Let the world slide, let the world j A fig for care and a fig for woe. FLOWER : Fleur de Lis. M. Thompson N. Battle M. Kelly A. Plunket SI YUKI SANS J. Patten M. Slringfello M. Hunter L. Davidson M. Warner A. Gillevlen M. McDonald S. Fletcher N. Legg F. Groover C. Stringfellovp LAMBDA RHO DELTA M. Warner M. Stringfellow A. Gillevlen Louise Fletcher Sarah Boals Floride Groover Joy Patton Nell Legg C. Stringfellow L- Davidson M. McDonald M. Hunter SIGMA ALPHA BETA FLOWER American Beauty. MOTTO Edite, hibite, gaiidcte. OFFICERS President, Ethel McDonald Treasurer, Katharine Cox MEMBERS Katherine Cox, Decatur, Ga. Katharine Hall, Minden, La. Ethel Dunham, Savannah, Ga. Ethel McDonald, Cuthbert, Ga. Adelaide Montgomery, Starkville, Miss. Marion Van Dyke, Rome, Ga. " GRINDS " HEROINES AND HEROINE-WORSHIP Oft we ' d read in ancient story Of the heroes fair maids loved ; In Carlyle, Mahomet ' s glory, In our Apneas, Dido proud. Next in order let us tell you Of the girl with Frenchy name, Whom she loves, we all much honor, Miss McKinney of fair fame. So we ' d read, and so believ ' d, But we knew not. of our part, How the teachers, we so lov ' d, Steal into each maiden ' s heart. Latin, Latin, Latin, Latin, That is all these specials say ; Latin, Latin, Morrow, Morrow, This we hear from day to day. For we care not for the hours. But the heroines are ours ; Ours is not the love of Dido ' s, Rather one that hides and cowers. Tell me, pray, how can you wonder, That our Ethel loves Miss Cook ? When you see them, they ' re together, Ever ' where that one can look. First our President was smitten. She the sanest of th e sane; For she wrong her French had written. Made her dream of Miss McSwain. Last, the youngest of our classmates, She it is who loves a Young, Loves her for her own dear sweetness, This quite oft her heart hath wrung. But the chicken of the flock. She enjoys her toils in Gym. ; All the girls who ' re fond of Pope-dom Fain she ' d tear them limb from limb. And so, Carlyle, we want to tell you Not to fear what we will do, For as long as there are Johnsons There will be some Boswells too. Jill. CATALOGUE 1904-1905 NOTES. R. V. For repeated violations of these rules, and for continued disregard of the important principles which they embody, parents will be requested to take their daughters home. The highest ideal of our institution is to prepare young ladies grace- fully to hold high positions in society. With this end in view, monthly receptions are given the student-body by the Faculty. At these receptions the young ladies are required to appear in full evening dress. Informal receptions to their young gentlemen acquaintances are held by the young ladies in the parlors every Sunday afternoon. (After care- ful consideration we have decided that this is necessary for the prevention of possible home-sickness and ennui.) Parents are requested to withdraw their daughters from school for a week ' s rest at home from time to time during the session. Such brief absences are considered highly conducive to health and happiness. Because of the nervous strain on the teachers, examinations are only given at the end of each term to those young ladies who especially desire them. (Examinations are no test of scholarship, but, on the contrary. have a fatally weakening effect on the minds and character young ladies who insist upon standing them.) Parents will do well to supply their daughters with no less handsome evening dresses, two opera-cloaks, and as much valuable as possible. No young lady will be allowed to take more than eight hour tation a week, because more would undoubtedly interfere with tl: discharge of her social duties. The young ladies will be permitted to go alone into Allan time they may choose, as this will give them good opportui developing their independence and self-reliance. Each young lady may attend the church of her choice onci but positively no oftener, except upon written request of her guardian. It is much preferred that no requests for special privileges as much dissatisfaction among the student-body is aroused there Nannette Hopkixs, Lady Princ F. H. Gaines, D. D., President. (per B. a FAVORITE STUNTS y Patton — Snorting. ell Legg — Reclining under the bed. )lin Magill — Speaking French. inkej " Wadsworth — Being an angel. iss Young — Sighing. mma Askew — Trj ' ing to get around the teachers. ell Battle — Spraining her ankle. ebie Robertson and Lulie Morrow — Boiling pots. artha Merrill — Pouring forth eloquent words. atherine Reid — Giggling. ouise Davidson — Playing the boy. melia George — Falling in love. iss Maddox — Talking in the library. thel Dunham — Rushing new girls. r. Farrar — Eating Valdosta syrup. 1 6, Mary Kelly — Being as sweet as the afore.said syrup. Annie King — Having a new room-mate. Elizabeth Curry — Acting the martyr. Anna Plunket — Stealing a ride on the car. Miss Appleyard — Giving pills.. Miss Cook — Skating on the walk. Mr. Barth — Trying to find somebody to teach. Dr. Arbuckle — Teasing the girls. " My son Lewis " — Having a case. Dr. Farrar — Teaching French. Aurelle Brewer— Talking ! Talking ! ! Talking ! ! ! Mrs. Arbuckle — Being adored. Miss Pope — Getting up crushes. Marian Van Dyke — Being graceful. Miss McSwain — Being vivacious. ETHICS NOTES 1. " D. G. ' ' : " Miss Emma, will you tell me the note on the second page 4. Rebie : " Dr. Gaines, can a dog love us? " of the lesson, the first note on the bottom of the page to the Dr. Gaines (misunderstanding the question) : " Why, of coi right. " Rebie, for we are made in his image and likeness. Emma : " I did know. Dr. Gaines, but I don ' t know it in that order. " 5. " Say, girls, isn ' t it a pity about Rose? She just can ' t lear 2. " D. G. " : " Miss May, will you give the first part of the sentence of which Miss Martha gave the last? " 6. " D. G. " — " Miss Lulie, will you give what comes next. " 3. " D. G. " : " Please give the heads of the first ten chapters in order. 7. Psychology — Ditto, with inappreciable variations. Mabel : " I don ' t know, unless it is i, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, etc. " ETHICS Now Ethics is the finest thing That any one can take ; For if you study it with us, A prodigy you ' ll make. The will is free, oh, yes it is ! But I know something better : If you just say " The Soul is Free " You have it to the letter. It shows you what to do and thir And when to laugh and cry ; It shows you how to live aright, And shows you how to die. Ethics says, ' Get married, girls, Get married if you can ; For you are just a fraction, If you haven ' t got a man. " Sometimes, I think I ' d rather die Than live through Ethics time, But then I ' m not like other folks. And have few thoughts sublime. A man ' s a Macrocosm, friends, Be sure you don ' t forget it ; For if a jot should slip your mind, You purely would regret. We study ' bout the angels fair, And, oh, I know you ' ll shiver ! Ve tell about the Hindoo babe That drou-ndcd in the river. I don ' t know what that big word means, Though Ethics tells about it ; But I ' m not ethically bent, I ' m sure you ne ' er would doubt it. We study all about true love. They say it gives you pleasure ; But ' s far ' s know it gives some pain, And that in right full ; Oh, 1 like it well enough. And parts I like still better, But those who have poetic souls Can ' t learn it to the letter. E. Augustus Cjesar A. WORDS FROM THE WISE 1. Mary Thompson : " Martha, who isj ' our favorite female heroine? " 2. A. Skinner : " I have no kinfolks at all except my own intermediate family. " 3. L.Phillips: " Where and on what kind of tree do raisins grow? " 4. M. VanDyke (looking through First Corinthians): " In what chapter can I find the story of Jezebel, wife of Herod ? " 7. Dr. Arbuckle : " Young ladies, pure glass is invisible, confess that I have never seen any glass that I cou 8. Katie Hall : " Did you see Ida Lee in town with Ma ( toque) on? ' ' 9. Anderson Walters : " Aren ' t these moonlights lovely? " 10. Johnny Magill (raving over a Davidson boy in his Chi costume) : " Oh ! Edith, was your brother a court 5. Martha Merrill : " Yes, Mr. Hammond; Bethany is fifteen leagues n. Dr. Arbuckle (excitably discoursing upon the down fe; from Jerusalem. " sparrow) : " Young ladies, they look just like oyste 6. Nell Legg (to the clerk at grocery store) : " I want a dozen -(za ' 12. Emma Askew : " I wish I could study Keats under Miss 1 eggs. " ' She would imbibe his spirit into me so. " BIBLE NOTES r. Hammond: " Miss Lulie, who was the greatest prophet in Hezekiah ' s reign? ' " tilie Morrow : " Well, it said Isa. in the book, but I never heard of him before. " 3. Mr. Hammond : " Why, Miss Aurelle, Paul wasn ' t married. " Aurelle : " Yes he was. Timothy was his son. ' ' 4. Irene (Senior Bible) : " Mr. Hammond, where is the mount of the Amorats? " r. Hammond : " Miss Asa, can ' t you tell me something about Emma ' s good reign? " 5. Mr. Hammond : " Yes, I certainly think idiots will go to heaven. (Mary Thompson has been looking cheerful ever since.) Miss Askew (Fourth Year English) : ' Define ais rac and concre f. ' Pupil : ' Abstract means to take teeth out, and concrete means to put ' em in again. " VERSA VICE Emma Askew Prettiest girl. Rebie Robertson . -.Hardest worked. Sallie Stribling -. Most talkative. Aurelle Brewer Least talkative. Martha Merrill Swellest girl. Mary Kelly . . Siniest girl. Mary Thompson, Most popular, when she has a feast. Elizabeth Curry Most frivolous. Lizzabel Saxon Dullest. Annie Gilleylen Most dignified. After exams, are over. After you fail to pass. After you find you can not Graduate with your class ; Many a brain is aching After the two weeks cram, Many a course is breaking After exams. SURPRISED [iss McKinney ' s English Class on January 21st. »r. Arbuckle — When he found a pound of benzoic acid. ( i — Bus.) usan Young and Amelia George — When they put one-half pound of sodium in water. ' he Juniors — When the Seniors asked them to a party. liss Young — When she found the pages in Lohengrin were women. imelia George — When the skeleton sat upon her. liss Appleyard — When she saw Gilbert ' s kissing picture on Mary Thompson ' s wall — which she declared unspiritual. 8. Girls — When they had steak for breakfast. 9. Miss Young — When she found her mathematics class lacking in mathematical intuition. 10. " My son Lewis " — When he did ' t get an invitation to the Thanks- giving reception. 11. Lulie — When she found Miss Morrow going out walking in her kimono, instead of her raincoat. 12. Dr. Farrar — When he can answer Emma ' s questions. 13. School — When Miss McKinney walked in without Miss Alexander. TOAST TO THE THREE-LEGGED CHAIR Here ' s to the chair, The library chair, That maid may sit upon ; Be all its woes When down it goes To her who sits thereon. Here ' s to the girls, The nierry-ej ' ed girls, That giggled as down it went ; May mirth as rife, All through each life, In trifles thus be spent. Here ' s to the crash, The horrible crash, That coming, doth appall ; May noises made Ne ' er fright the staid Miss Moore, when comes the fall. Here ' s to the maid, Unfortunate maid, That on its three legs sat ; May blushes red Now quickly spread O ' er her who falls like that. PUT IN BY SPECIAL REQUEST Generally every school has at least one important personage. The A. S. I. is represented b the fol- lowing : " The Sun " (Sarah Rebecca Anne), around whom the following brilliant " Satellites " flock with perfect adoration. " Full Moon " ( . nne) " Jupiter " (Tess) " North Star " (Baby) " ' enus " (Charlie) " Eastern Star (Hunter) ' ' Evening Star " (Groover) " Morning Star " (Dick) " Southern Star ' ' (Tommy) Tlie Eclipse — Tliird Quarter Moon (.Aunt Sally) with the " Sun " (Sarah Rebecca Anne). THE HOUSE THAT GAINES BUILT 1 This is the boy That worried the man This is the house H That helped the lady That Gaines built P That watched the girl ■ That lived in the house J That Gaines built. This is the girl That lived in the house That Gaines built. This is the dog That chased the bo} ' That worried the man ' ■i That helped the lady B H That watched the girl This is the lady 9 That watched the girl P Tliat lived in the house That Gaines built. Tliat lived in the house That Gaines built. This is the man This is the man That owned the dog That helped the H 1 That chased the boy That watched the H ' That worried the man That lived in the house K That helped the lady That Gaines built. H That watched the girl Tliat lived in the house That Gaines built. CONCLUSION The Silhouette is now complete, The annual staff will no more meet ; Our strenuous work has made us old, And thin gray hairs our brows enfold ; Our faces are with wi inkles scarred, And bitter tears our eyes have marred. 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