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SECTION E 2%M Agnes Scott Has A Steadfast Friend When Lulu Smith of Dalton pre- pared for her graduation from Ag- nes Scott College in 1919, she had two major concerns on her mind. The college ' s fund-raising campaign and her wedding. She handled both of them with the decisiveness and grace that was to mark her life. She gave up her trip home for spring holidays and sold her year- book and her class ring to contrib- ute to the fund drive. And two hours after she received her diploma, she walked back down the aisle of the college chapel to marry Lamari Westcott, her fiance from her hometown. Agnes Scott alumnae recently honored Mrs. Westcott with its pres- tigious " Service to the College " award. The two young women who were telling me about it marveled that at the age of 90, Mrs. Westcott took over the podium and delivered a lively, humorous and moving speech without a note. I called her — and marveled a little myself at the strength of her convictions and her spirited enjoy- ment of life. " Oh, I don ' t remember how much money I raised by selling my book and my ring and giving up my ' train trip home, " she said, amused at the question. " It wasn ' t much. But I do remember the wedding. My mother wasn ' t well, and that was the reason we decided to be mar- ried in the Agnes Scott chapel. The art teacher had a trellis built for the chapel and covered it with Dorothy Perkins roses from the campus. Eight of my classmates served as bridesmaids. It was a lovely wedding. We left immediately afterward for a honeymoon in the East " Boosters of Knowledge The bridegroom at the age of 22 ' had founded Cabin Craft Industries in ' Dalton, where the bride ' s father, Henry L. Smith, was already estab- lished in the textile industry. Be- tween them, they have been staunch, longtime contributors to education, serving on the boards of Agnes Scott, Martha Berry College and Columbia Seminary. As dedi- cated as she is to her alma mater, Mrs. Wescott sent 16 nieces and great-nieces through other colleges. " I would have loved to see them- at Agnes Scott. It is a fine school and has meant so much in my life. served as bridesmaids. It was a lovely wedding. We left immediately afterward for a honeymoon in the East " Boosters of Knowledge The bridegroom at the age of 22 had founded Cabin Craft Industries in Dalton, where the bride ' s father, Henry L. Smith, was already estab- lished in the textile industry. Be- tween them, they have been staunch, longtime contributors to education, serving on the boards of Agnes Scott, Martha Berry College " and Columbia Seminary. As dedi- cated as she is to her alma mater, Mrs. Wescott sent 16 nieces and great-nieces through other colleges. " I would have loved to see them • at Agnes Scott It is a fine school and has meant so much in my life. But it worked out that they went to other colleges, and that ' s all right Education is what is important My husband, who died six years ago, al- ways said that if you give a person an education, it is the best thing you can do for them. " Agnes Scott, which will begin its yearlong centennial celebration this fall, was a mere stripling when Lulu Smith went there. Started by the Presbyterian church in Decatur as an elementary school, it progressed to high school status. In 1889, with 63 girls and four teachers, it be- came Decatur Seminary. A Generous Backer In the aftermath of the Civil War, education in the South was " still in disarray, " as Agnes Scott grads point out, and women were .not generally held to need much learning. Col. George Washington Scott, founder of Scottdale Mills, now defunct, thought otherwise, and he made a landmark gift to the school — an unheard of $40,000 — on the condition that it be named for his mother. She was an Irish lady who lived in Philadelphia and, oddly enough, she never saw the school named for her. As elementary and high schools, the institution admitted boys; as a college, it took women only, and to this day is proud that it is one of a drastically diminished number of such institutions in the country. (Twenty years ago, there were 350 ■ women ' s colleges in the Uni ted States. Now there are 95.) In its current program of expan- sion, including a magnificent new Woodruff physical activities build- ing, the picturesque, century-old college isn ' t making a pitch for a wide increase of enrollment. It likes the current ratio of one teacher to eight students. Now with a woman president, the distinguished Dr. Ruth Schmidt, Agnes Scott makes much of its capa- ble alumnae — doctors, lawyers, businesswomen, educators and au- thors — who follow in the footsteps of Lulu Smith Westcott. |MM " ' ■■■■ ■ M m us n Sal 8 19 . aBU i aq " JjJPgf 3 SBM aa oui sbm VW Pf «? iuiw op I ma pasnuie pies a « „ ooq % dn Pgffi SJSi inui itui §UU1 9S Pf ' ,,od 1 ' UO,. M ou aaquiamaa i,uop . J ' -saad s»i mi 3 A 3 o S3U8V J0J 3 SaS2 £ « W» " " £ Pn imSailooWOSsau peq aq s 6X61 " °,9 , a ,| jot jaajgd H i v MAsn£UAvL AJsr L-. Volume IV PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OK AGNES SCOTT COLLEGE DECATUR, GEORGIA DR. J. D. M. ARMISTEAD this toolume is iteiiitnteii ts n tttkeit of the nffertitmnte reqnrtf ntxb the sinrere esteem iif tlje CMtors of tifc iS ' illjmiette at DR. J. D. M. ARMISTEAD 0NTENT5 To Be or Xot to Be Class Poem Junior Class Junior Class Poem Jtinior Class History Sophomore Class Sophomore Class History Sophomore Class Poem . . Greeting Board of Editors g The Faculty Circus Maximus (Poem) r . Senior Class 6 Senior Class History , Freshman Class Poem Y. W. C. A. Organization Companion Piece to the Witch Scene of Macbeth . Aurora Staff By the Sea (Poem) Clubs Complications Georgia Railroad Club Freshman Class J " 34 " w " ,g Freshman Class History Department Graduates Beyond the Line Academ) ' Class Orginizations Minutes of a Meeting of the I ropkins Literary Society The Sophomore Circus Alone ( Poem) ' X4 Societies Propylean Literary Society Q Muemosynean Literary Society The God ' s Liberation of the Mortals A 3 65 Yankee Club 74 Sigma Delta Phi : 75 The Bull Dogs : 7 6 Skidoo Club 77 The Goblin Goblins 7 8 Der Deutsche Koch Klubb 79 South Georgia Club So Alabama Club ■• Si Tennessee Club 82 Carolina Club 8 3 Extracts From Letters of a Freshman 84 Hamilton, N. of P. ' 06 86 Athletic Association 89 Tennis Association 9° Golf Club 9? Basket-Bali Team 93 College Scrub Team 04 Irregular Soliloquy of the Irregulars 96 A Joint Faculty Meeting 9 7 Limericks 99 The A. S. C. Poultry Yard ial The Automatic Rhyming Machine . i°3 In Topsy Turvy Land io 5 I.F i°8 In the Dining Room : °8 At the Street Fair ' IO Romeo and Juliet (a Bear Tale) " ° Apologies to Shakespeare lI ° The Fall of the Sophomoric Centipede 1 1 1 Are You Hungry ? J x - Thanks x x 3 Advertisements TI S tlljtmrtt? Inarfr of Ottos IBQ7 Assistant Editor-in-Chier Mary Dillard Edith Sloan Editor-in-Chief Elizabeth Curry Assistant Business Manager Maud Hill Art Editors Louise Davidson Business Manager Irene Foscue Elizabeth Lassiter Elizabeth Wylly Sarah Brockenbrough Margaret McCallie Athletic Editors Sadie Magill Adelaide Nelson Amelia George Mildred Dickson Rachel Young Associate Editors Eugenia Fuller Farris Davis Sarah Boals Elva Drake Jean Powel iF ' AcciLnn-Trir F. H. GAINES, D. D. President MISS NANNETTE HOPKINS Lady Principal MISS M. LOUISE McKINNEY English Literature MISS NANNIE R. MASSIE History H. B. ARBUCKEE, M. A., Ph. D. Chemistry, Biology and Geology MISS ANNA I. YOUNG Mathematics, Physics and Astronomy MISS JOSEPHINE MacSWAIN, A. B. French and German J. I). M. ARMISTEAD, A. B., Ph D. English Language MISS EILUAN L. SMITH, A. B., Ph. D. Latin and Greek JOHN I. ARMSTRONG, A. M., B. D. Bible and Philosophy MISS RUTH CUSHING POPE Director of Physical Training, Physiology JOSEPH MACEEAN Director of Music, Piano, Theory and Musical History C. W. DIECKMANN Piano and Organ PAUL E. THOMSON Piano MISS HELEN W ATKINS Piano MISS CLEMENTINE MacGREGOR Piano and Theory MISS THEODORA MORGAN Violin MISS RUTH DARROW Voice MISS EUPHEMIA YOUNG Superintendent of Practice MISS LIZZABEL SAXON Assistant Superintendent of Practice MISS LOUISE G. LEWIS Art W. S. KENDRICK, M. D. Physician to College MISS MARY APPLEYARD Intendant of Hospital MISS ALICE MAC KENZIE Housekeeper MISS EDITH APPLEYARD Matron MISS MARIAN BUCKER MISS RACHEL YOUNG • Librarians R. M. FARRAR BYERS BACHMAN Bookkeepers The street fair ' s not a circumstance, Barman ' s in the shade. To the wonders zee grow used to: Our daily street parade. Miss Smith her hobby Bennett rides. Performs equestrian feats. The Siamese twins come arm in arm At school or on the streets. Miss Cook the great musician is A Padcrewski fair. Her manner ' s quite refreshing. Her technique something rare. Arm holds full sway in English B And reels off jokes quite stale. He holds the class in agony, Telling some ancient tale. Miss Anna Young a new art knows. She is a mighty sigher. And after each performance She blows the Trig. Class higher. There are other features no less famed In the great variety show; But since we ' re just allowed a page We guess they ' ll have to go. mtor Ollass Motto Per aspera ad astra Flower Colors Jacqueminot Rose Garnet and Gold First Term Elizabeth Curry President Clyde Pettus Vice-President Irene Foscue Secretary and Treasurer Second Term Irene Foscue President Elizabeth Curry Vice-President Clyde Pettus Secretary and Treasurer Clyde Pettus Poet Elizabeth Curry ' . Historian MEMBERS Elizabeth Curry Clyde Pettus Irene Foscue Louise Chick Amelia George POST-GRADUATES Rachel Young Sarah Boals HONORARY MEMBERS Miss Hopkins Dr. Arbuckle Louise Chick, McRae, Georgia Propylean Literary Society Elizabeth Curry, Memphis, Tennessee Propylean Literary Society President Class ' 03-04; Vice-President Class ' 04-05; Librarian P. L. S. ' 04-05; Secretary and Treasurer Class ' 04-05 ; Class Historian ' 04-05 ; Critic P. L. S. ' 05-06; Secretary and Treasurer Class ' 05-06; Member of Arbitration Committee ' 05-06 ; Class Historian ' 06-07; Vice-President Student Govern- ment Association ' 06-07 ; Member of Arbitration Committee ' 06-07; President Class ' 06-07; Mem- ber Y. W. C. A. Cabinet ' 06-07; Editor-in-Chief Silhouette ' 06-07; President P. L. S. ' 06-07. Irene Foscue, . . Montgomery, Alabama Propylean Literary Society Treasurer P. L. S. ' 04-05; Critic P. L. S. ' 04-05; Vice-President P. L. S. ' 05-06; Member of Arbi- tration Committee ' 05-06; Business Manager Aurora ' 05-06; Secretary and Treasurer Class ' 05-06; President P. L. S. ' 06-07; Critic P. L. S. ' 06-07; Secretary and Treasurer Class ' 06-07; Treasurer Y. W. C. A. ' 06-07; President Class ' 06-07; Member Executive Committee ' 06-07; Proctor ' 06-07; Business Manager Silhouette ' 06-07. Clyde Pettus, Atlanta, Georgia Muemosynean Literary Society Class Poet ' 03-04; Secretary and Treasurer Class ' 03-04; Class Poet ' 04-05; Vice-President Class ' 05-06; Class Prophet ' 06-07; Class Poet ' 06-07; Vice-President Class ' 06-07; Librarian M. L. S. ' 06-07; Member Executive Committee of Student Government Association. Amelia Mustin George, Madison, Georgia Propylean Literary Society Treasurer Class ' 03-04; Censor P. L. S. ' 03-04; President Class ' 04-05; Censor P. L. S. ' 04-os Critic P. L. S. ' 05-06; President Class ' 05-06; Vice-President P. L. S. ' 06-07 ; Exchange Edi- tor Aurora ' 06-07; Associate Editor Silhouette ' 06-07. Sarah R. Boals, Covington, Tennessee Propylean Literary Society President of Class ' 06-04-05; Secretary P. L. S. ' 04-05; Exchange Editor Aurora ' 04-05; Presi- dent P. L. S. ' 05-06; Secretary P. L. S.- ' 05-06; Editor-in-Chief Aurora ' 06-07; Secretary P. L. S. ' 06-07: President Y. W. C. A. ' 06-07; President Student Government Association ' 06-07; ■ Asso- ciate Editor Silhouette ' 06-07. . " P Rachel A. Young,. .Quitman, Georgia Propylean Literary Society Critic of P. L. S. ' 03-04; Vice-President Class ' 04-05; Vice-President P. L. S. ' 05-06; Presi- dent P. L. S. ' 06-07; Vice-President Y. W. C. A. ' 06-07 ; Alumnae Editor Aurora ' 06-07 j Asso- ciate Editor Silhouette ' 06-07; Hall-President Student Government Association, ' 06-07. . V- ' i ?ntnr QllaBH l tatory BACK over four years we look. To be poetic, I suppose we ought to say " four long years, " but that would hardly be true, for packed as they have been with hard work, pleasures, trials, and frolics, they seem to have fairly flown by. What a long road there seemed to be ahead of us when we started as a strong band of fresh little Freshmen! The year 1907 seemed to be somewhere in the vast, dim ages of eternity. It is hard to realize that now it is here, that we are on the home stretch, and in a short while shall depart these classic halls, diplomas in hand. We started with enthusiasm, and we finish with enthusiasm, but alas ! though we started with numbers, it can not be said that we finish with numbers. Our ranks have been sadly, often tragically, decimated, and at the finish we find only a tiny remnant emerging from the fray — battle-scarred vet- erans the)- are, too. But these four years — I wonder if we will ever have any happier ones? Of course, we have thought at times that no class ever had such vexations and tribulations as we, but looking back now. we can well see how these have been overbalanced by the pleasures and joys of our college life. Tt must end soon, though, and we leave our college friends, the faculty, and this dear old place with all its spots of happy and tender associations, but we all carry with us sweet memories, friendships, and an untold benefit whose influence will last through life. Ea $e or Nnt tn Ms THE leaves of my book fluttered in the breeze as I sat by the ope n window, absently looking out at the waving branches of an old oak in which a colonv of sparrows were holding high carnival. The spring weather had made my pupils very restless that day and it was with a feeling of relief that I leaned back in the low arm-chair and gave myself a few moments of rest. I looked down at the book I held. It was an old Annual, published the year I left Agnes Scott and the faces of the girls that looked out upon me were all familiar. Could it have really been five years age ? Why, it seemed only yesterday that I had been one of Class ' 07 and these girls my schoolmates. And now what changes had been brought about. Turning over the leaves I came to the Senior Class pictures. The first was a slender girl with dark hair and a disdainful expression. I hadn ' t seen her once since we left school but the little town where I was teaching was not too isolated to get news now and then from my classmates. Miss George had been to a finishing school in Xew York, and since then had held the position of leading society belle at her home. Her pictures had appeared numbers of times in the papers when balls and receptions were given in her honor. Remembering her of old, how could I wonder at her popularity? On the next page was the calm countenance of a second Senior whose career was very unlike Amelia ' s. It was four years now since Rachel Young had decided to go as a missionary to- Africa, and only very meagre news came occasionally to tell us how she was progressing in her work. Irene Foscue ' s business ability had led her into a line of work not altogether unexpected. Such talents as hers could not lie dormant and hardly had she been out of school a year when the position of society editor on one of her home newspapers was offered her. The energetic performance of any duty given her would have made her an eminently successful bookkeeper, but of recent years I had not heard of any change in her occupation. The next picture was that of Sarah Boals. Her career since leaving school was not surprising to me, for her dignity and stateliness graced admirably the lecture platform. Many and various had been her trips through the United States and her speeches had always been received with boundless applause and admiration. She was indeed a " born lawyer, " and I should not be astonished at any time to hear of her adopting that branch of labor, though her attention is will be fully occupied, for a while at least, by the series of talks on the child-labor question to be delivered in Chicago. Louise Chick, unwilling ' to leave her beloved Alma Mater, had decided to remain longer. She went back to Agnes Scott in ' 07- ' 08 to get her degree but ill health prevented. She was holding the chair of assistant science teacher at Agnes Scott when last 1 received news, and expounding with skillful precision the teachings of Physics B. And now T had come to the last of all. A sweet girlish face looked out at me as f held the book closer to the window to get the benefit of the last rays of dying sunlight. I thought of the visit I had paid to my aunt in Memphis when I had seen the home of this classmate of mine. It was a little vine-covered cottage with roses nodding their heads over the threshold, and as I looked strains of music came to my ears. The quiet peace seemed a fitting surrounding for her and the flowers and music made me sure that there had been little change in the Elizabeth we loved in days gone by. It was too dark to see any longer and I closed the book with a sigh. Five years had brought many things to pass but who could say what the future might still hold in store for Class ' 07? C. E. P. ' 07. Class Poem. FOUR years were gone, of griefs and joys Now numbered with the past, The Seniors saw ' 07 come, The best year, though the last. And of the Class, four Georgia girls Were part —the other three, An Alabama lassie And two from Tennessee. They thought of all their past years ' work, The woes of Freshman days, Then very soon as months advanced They learned the Sophomore ways. As Juniors they had found life hard, But filled wi th prospects high, Of Senior days ; days beyond which No aspirations lie. The coming new year seems to tell That spring ' s not far away, A few short months and then at last. Their own Commencement Day. Then will the Seniors say farewell, School-girls no more to be. The " Seven " from Alabama, Georgia and Tennessee. C. L. P. ' 07. Jmttnr (Ulase Flower Colore Carnation Red and White Motto Ohne hast, aber ohne rast First Term Lizzabel Saxon President Katharine Dean Vice-President Elva Drake Secretary Vera Holley Treasurer Second Term Elya Drake President Farris Dayis Vice-President Lillian Phillips Secretary Katharine Dean Treasurer Farris Dayis Poet Jeannette Brown Historian MEMBERS Vera Holley Jeannette Brown Maude Hill Katharine Dean- Charlotte Ramspeck Elya Drake Lillian Phillips Farris Dayis Lizzabel Saxon HONORARY MEMBERS Miss MacSwain Dr. Armistead 8RO X E. DRAKE JUNIOR CLASS J is for Junior, so wise and so witty U for united, together ive stand N is for negligence shown, what a pity In inviting us out, by the green Freshman baud O ' sfor oppressed, by the Faculty ' s sway R ' sthe routine that burdens each day. C is for college ice hold very dear L is for Lab where experiments we do A is for accidents oft happening there S is for Senior — will it ever be true Satisfaction zee ' II feel if we ever get through. 1 united band are ive 9 teen years will each have seen is there to dread I ween O will receive her B. A. Degree. ilutwir (ElaaH Ipstnrtj IT ' S rather hard to write a class history of a class that has no history, and that is the trouble with the Class of ' 08. In fact, we did not become a regularly organized class until Soph. year. Of the eight of us that there now are, only three. Charlotte Ramspeck. Vera Holley and Catherine Dean, remain of the class that entered the College in 1904 ; three, Lill Phillips, Farris Davis, and Lizzabel Saxon, dropped back from the Class of ' 07 in order to make their degree, and Elva Drake and Jeanette Brown entered as Sophomores. Others there were at different times who belonged to the Class, but for one reason or another they dropped out, among them our last year ' s President. At our first meeting this year there were only seven present, so we made each one an officer and nobody felt left out. Since then, two of the Class of ' 07 have decided to take their degrees with us. though they have not regularly- joined the Class. ( )ur class pins of Freshman year had been lost and we could get no more, so at a class meeting we all decided on a new pin, which has been pronounced the prettiest in the College (of course). Otherwise we have had no history to record, but we are making history, and the Class Historian in 1908 will have a far larger job than the present one. ■Historian. npljflmnr? QHass Motto Forsan et hjec olim meminisse invabit Flower Colors Daisy White and Gold Yell S-a, sa, S-i, si, S-o, so Cyclone, Sycamore, Sophomore. Funny, Foolish, Freshmen, Get in line Right dress attention To the Class of Naughty Nine. First Term Ruth Marion President Jean Powel Vice-President Annie Waddell Secretary Adelaide Nelson Treasurer Second Term Eugenia Fuller President Flora Crowe ' . Vice-President Lutie H ead Secretary Agnes Kime Treasurer Jean Powel Poet Louise Davidson Historian MEMBERS Jennie Anderson Flora Crowe Louise Davidson Adalene Dortch Lutie Head Agnes Kime Marie Lederle Florence Light Elizabeth Lassiter Ruth Marion Josie McAdams Margaret McCallie Mec MacIntyre Adelaide Nelson Jean Powel Lucy Reagan Eleanor Sommerville Annie Waddell Eugenia Fuller Lila Williams Mattie Newton Irene Newton HONORARY MEMBERS Miss McKinney Miss Alexander 2S §»flpijmnflre (Elasa iijtBtnrtj REJOICE ye brave in spirit, we are Sophomores ! Yes, Sophomores, for with the coming of the glorious month of September, ' 06, we entered into a new life, a blissful life, full of varied interests — hard work, excite- ment, and— -adventure! Fun-loving Sophomores, but strenuous workers nevertheless ! Nothing daunts their brave and loyal spirits, their Class to them is the best on earth, and to see her head proudly raised above all others is the aim of every one of her twenty-two faithful members. Yes, beware ye Freshmen, the Soph, banner floats gaily from the " top of the mast, " and is not to be tampered with. Foolish Freshies ! So you thought to catch the Sophs, napping and trample their flag in the dust ? Not so ! We are never taken unawares, the daring Soph, is ever ready for the fray and victory always lends her steady hand to crown them with success. October saw a scene of wild confusion — Sophs, and Freshies in battle array, but alas! our enemies often would fain leave the field and seek refuge from the foe. Doors and windows were locked, large gatherings of the enemy sought the shelter of one room, and as the furious face of a Soph, appeared above the transom, little frightened creatures crawled Under the beds. Great way of fight- ing, that ! " What an original class! " our Seniors all cried, the day after the Hallowe ' en party, but that wasn ' t a circumstance ! There were greater things in store for them, likewise for the unthinking Freshmen and easy-going Facultv. What should they see one bright morning but Soph. ' 09, shining resplendent in large white letters on the new water tank ! Even though it had to be painted over afterward, still we gave in graciously enough when we understood that it put the Freshies ' lives in danger as they might try climbing, and alas ! come to a sad and bitter end ! " Glorious year. " we all say ! Yes, a year brim full of happenings ; and Freshies, do not despair, for your time is coming, but it is with a sad heart that we Sophs, bid farewell to dear old ' 07. 50PH0M0RE CLA55 ' 09 Our Class still proudly holds its place In our own loved Agnes 5cott, While the white and gold floats bravely Whatever may be our lot. r- ifeshman (ftlaiss Motto Esse quam videri Flower Colcrs Lavender Sweet Pea Lavender and White First Term Em Eldridge President Edith O ' Keefe Vice-President Allie Felker Secretary Virginia Crane Treasurer Second Term Gii raldine Hood President Ali.ih Felker Vice-President Em Kldridge Secretary Corinne Gerdine Treasurer Dorothea Snodgrass Poet Isabel Stewart Historian MEMBERS Beulah Adamson Edith Brown Virginia Crane Isabel Stewart Charlotte Reynolds Geraldine Hood Dorothea Snodgrass Isabel Nunnally Allie Felker Edith O ' Keefe Em Eldredge Corinne Gerdine Adelaide Cunningham Cliff Daughtry Annie Smith Lida Caldwell Emma Binns Mattie Hunter Bessie Powell Blanche DeVault Margaret Woods Eleanor Frierson Hattie May Thornton Mary Johnston- Gladys Farrior Mattie Rylander Anna Patton Clyde McDaniel HONORARY MEMBERS Miss Massie Howard Bell Arbuckle, Jr. Miss Young FRESHMAN CLASS POEM. The melancholy days .are come, The saddest of the year, For the Annual ' s pages must be filled At cost of bitter tear, The poet needs must take her pen To eulogize her Class — One as fresh as morning dewdrops, And as green as May-time grass. How can one tint the violet blue, Or paint the snow-flakes white? The Senior Class of nineteen ten Is simply out of sight. DOROTHEA SNODGRASS. jFrralfman (Elaaa ijtBtnrtj HERE ' S to the Class of 1910, which ranks in number ahove any other class ever known at Agnes Scott. The Freshmen have won the admiration of all (except, of course, that of the Sophomores). And, as for there being some learned ones in " the illustrious Class of 1910, " they do not have to say it for themselves. Upon the subject of class spirit, the Freshmen can give any information desired, and volumes could be filled with incidents proving the ardent energy which the Class as a whole has shown. Only one need be mentioned here. It was on Hallowe ' en. — The Sophs, were giving a grand party to our " Dig- nified Seniors, " not dreaming that anything was brewing against them in the Freshies ' minds. Nevertheless, the Freshmen thought it their best chance to get even with them, so they gathered in Rebecca Scott Hall, and took in each room. Snuff, pepper and salt was not spared upon the beds, and the general appearance of the rooms, when they withdrew, was as if a terrible cyclone had swept through, mixing things profusely in the middle of the floor. They all experienced a verv unrestful night, for at unexpected times, they were awakened by loud sneezing in the far parts of the building. Just a week before, the Sophs, had attempted to overpower the weak, insignificant Freshmen and give them a hazing, but thev, being a little sharp, understood all their flurrying around and kept out of the way. for being " newies, " they were not well equipped to meet the armed forces of the Sophs. ; but now, with their enlightenment upon the subject, they stand ready and waiting to meet any foe. The Freshmen do not dwell solely, however, on foolish- ness, but in other ways do they endeavor to gain a name for themselves. A complete history of the Freshmen would fill much more than the allotted space in the Annual, so their motto, " Esse qitaui videri, " must here suffice to set forth the guiding motive of each member of the Class Historian. !r partmmt OkaiUtatrs 1 ELIZABETH WYLLY BESSIE SEWTELL MUSIC MARY ELIZABETH CURRY MUSIC Urijmtii thr IGtur I MET her at a dance given by the Springfield Country Club, and a few nights later as we strolled together down the broad, cool veranda of the — Hotel, I had a chance to study her a little. She had seemed a queer person to me from the first. There was certainly something unusual about her, a something that lurked beneath her very soul, for at times as I looked her earnestly in the face I noticed that the soft bright eyes grew dim. a frightened look overspread the eager, pretty face, and she turned her head awav quickly and for some minutes seemed lost in deep reflections. Something was worrying her, I felt certain, but curious though I was, I con- sidered it entirely too inquisitive to question her. She was a young girl, tall and pale, with light brown hair and a soft impetuous voice that mingled pleasantly with the gentle whisperings in the old pines. Her every movement was full of grace, and I watched her entranced as she walked along in the clear moonlight. lone Windermere ! The very name suggested the breath of quaint romance, the still music of songs unutterable. " Why so pensive, Air. Holmes? " she asked, in her wonderful, soft voice. " O, I was merely thinking, Miss Windermere, " I replied, looking " full into her large, dark eyes. " Too much engrossed with your own thoughts to talk to me. 1 suppose. () well, men are funny creatures, but many of their faults are excusable. ' ' " ( ), not at all. I was thinking of you this time, you see. " She looked into my eyes, a faint color suffused the pallor of her cheeks. As she looked I saw the same old expression creeping into her face, her eyes grew dim, they seemed in a moment to look past me to a vague something beyond which Ik Id her as if she were hypnotized. Then she turned quickly, at the same time swaying so that she would have fallen had I not caught her. She was herself again in a moment, however, but someone called her just then and we went inside, where a crowd immediately surrounded her and 1 was left to mv own reflections. I saw her a good deal after this and we grew quite chummy, I might almost say confidential. I liked her and admired her much more than the average summer girl, and she seemed to like me, too, fairly well. She was " bully " where athletics were concerned, and we rode, drove, and played tennis together, and had an all-round jolly time of it. I noticed that when her mind was well occupied she seldom took on the old, queer expression ; it was only when we strolled meditatively along, or when I happened to see her walking alone that these peculiar sensations took hold of her. One night we had been sitting out under the trees together for quite a while, talking of commonplace things, when all of a sudden she asked, " Mr. Holmes, would you think it very peculiar of me if I confided to you something that to me is so very serious that it has been worrying me for some time? " I jumped at the chance of hearing an explanation of what I had been curious to know ever since I met her. " You won ' t think me silly? Really, it may sound ridiculous, you know, but then it is not so to me, it is truly terrible ! " I noticed that she shivered a little when she said these last words. " Well, go ahead, Miss Windermere, " I said gently, " you have a very appre- ciative and sympathetic listener, I assure you. " She caught her breath for a moment as she said, " You see, I have never told anvone this before and it is very hard, " I nodded assent and she went on. " The main thing is, Mr. Holmes, that I feel as if something awful is in store for me in the near future. I can not express to you my feelings on the subject, but at times they are so awful that I am almost crazy. When I am with someone, or my mind is pleasantly occupied, I seldom have these sensations, but when I am alone — then it is terrible. A sort of dizziness seems to come over me, and often for minutes I do not know where I am. I feel as if I am going I know not where, as if mind and spirit and body were entirely separate. My body seems to be there, but my spirit is not, and there is absolutely no connection between the two. Something in space holds me as if mesmerized, but I see nothing, I feel nothing, I hear nothing. When I am alone and feel this way it takes all the energy I possess to reach the door and open it if 1 am in my room, or to get where some one else is if I happen to be out anywhere. It seems that human beings arouse me to a certain extent after one of these attacks, but it is most awful and most unpleasant. I am positive that if anything happened to prevent my reaching some one after an attack like this, that I should die unquestionably, for I came so near it once that it makes me shudder when I think of it. That is my story, Mr. Holmes, foolish if you like, but really now, do you see any cause for such feelings ? " " Why, no, Miss Windermere, " I replied, " possibly you are a little nervous, may be a change would do you good, and yet you look perfectly healthy to me. " " I am, " she answered, " and that is what worries me, that I shoul d be so well and vet have such horriblv morbid emotions. " " Don ' t think about it, " I said, " you ' ll be all right. We ' ll have a great old time of it here this summer and see if we can ' t drive away some of those feelings, and by autumn you ' ll have forgotten all about it. " I noticed that she seemed very tired, unusually so, and as she looked out over the hills the old expression was creeping over her face. " Don ' t, " I said gentlv, " let ' s go in, I know you are tired, for we took a long- walk today and you need rest. " We walked into the lobby together. At the foot of the stairs she extended her small sunburned hand. " Good night. Mr. Holmes, " she said softly, and then I watched her go on up to the next floor. She was very beautiful that night and her story had impressed me greatly. I believed what she said, but was inclined to think it rather exaggerated by worrying over it so much. Still a vague uneasiness haunted me and I wondered if her parents knew of this trouble : I determined to tell them. The next morning I awoke rather late for I had spent a sleepless night, lone Windermere would not leave my thoughts, and her peculiar sensations haunted me more and more. I dressed hurriedly and went down in the lobby where a cool breeze was blowing and refreshed me after the warm, sultry room. Nobody seemed to be around, only the clerk at his desk. [ nodded to him and said. " Where ' s everybody? " " O, Mr. Holmes, " he replied scarcely above a whisper, " haven ' t you heard about Miss Windermere? " " No, man, " I said. " Tell me quick, " and a thousand fears siezed me. I knew it could be nothing less than death. " She was found dead in her room this morning, close beside the door. Doctors say it was heart failure. " I preserved as calm an appearance as possible, though my feelings were almost more than I could bear. " Dead, " I said in a choked whisper, and then added, " 1 was very fond of Miss Windermere. " " So she has gone, " I mused, as I walked alone on the veranda in the morning sunlight. " Yes, perhaps she could not get out of the room. Poor girl! " I murmured, " this time she is really beyond the line! " Louise Davidson, ' 09. Antitmuj (Haas (JDrgantzattflttB Colors Red and Black Fourth Year Officers Am elie Adams President Theodosia Willingham Vice-President Ethel Clark Secretary Annie Louise Hutchison Treasurer Colors Purple and Gold Third Year Officers Leila Richardson President Mary Richardson Vice-President Marie Johnson Secretary Dorothy Hebert Treasurer iliuutPB nf a iHrrttmi of tltr fljnpktns Ktfrranj £ oroty THE Hopkins Literary Society held a regular meeting on Saturday evening, January the seventeenth. After continued efforts and much rapping the president succeeded in subduing the prevailing chaos and minutes of the preceding meeting were read and objected to. The followed program was executed with much gusto: Piano Solo Peaceful Henry. Essav — Preventative Measures and Antidotes for the Assimilation of Too .Much Knowledge. Debate — Resolved: That the Evil Effects of Flirting ' Outweigh its Pleasures. Vocal Solo Every Little Bit Helps. Essay — Results of Psychological Research, as Exemplified by Taste- ful Academic Coiffure. At this point the president, awaking from a slight doze, requested the sergeant-at-arms to arouse several of the sleeping members. She then announced that after such violent mental exertion some relaxation was necessary. After rules had been resumed, a committee of seven was appointed by the president to investigate current rumors of indefinite restrictions put upon acad- emy girls on account of inordinate purchasing of flowers for college crushes. The Committee for selection of the Society pin then reported that because of the unique and original tri-cornered shape and unusual red-enameled center, previously decided upon, the pin could not possibly be procured for less than fifty cents. After lively discussion, on account of Society loyalty, it was unani- mously decided that all members should make strenuous individual efforts and sacrifices in order to obtain them. This weighty question having been settled, the Society rushed in a noisy bodv from the hall and left the dignified president alone, awaiting a motion for adjournment. ®ij? g opl|omorp (Etmta THE whole street fair was a " howling success " — some of us were hoarse for hours afterwards — but the best success of all was undoubtedly the Soph, circus. Being a Soph, affair, we expected it to be somewhat original, but it far surpassed all our expectations. You bought your peanuts and red lemonade, if you chose, outside, got your ticket, and were shown into the " tent " — the old Propylean Hall — which was arranged in proper circus fashion with a sawdust ring, roped off, with the seats for the spectators behind. The famous ring-master, Tommy Davidson, was master of ceremonies, and in a high hat and swallow-tail coat, assisted by a gorgeous clown in red — Adelaide made a splendid clown — and showed off the world-famous attractions of " his " troupe to perfection. There was a " deaf and dumb old lady from Kalamazoo, " who gave us an interesting talk on her fingers, though I couldn ' t quite catch all that she said ; a giantess from somewhere or other who walked rather stiffly, perhaps because her legs were so long — in fact, I might say that she had a " wooden gait, " — and a two-headed lady from the orient, this country must evidently agree with her, for she was quite stout, — her shoulders were exceedingly broad — who played a very interesting duet — I beg pardon, — a solo — the well-known classical piece, " Chopsticks, " on the piano. After these " human freaks, " came the animals, who went through their tricks with reallv an unusual degree of intelligence. There was " D. G. " — short for " dignified giraffe, " as the ring-master explained— and another creature, both of whom must have come from some other world, for they certainlv did not belong to this, but who behaved in a most exemplary manner. When asked if lie liked Agnes Sc ott, " D. G. " nodded affirmatively, but when asked if he liked Freshmen, he shook his head with great violence — a strange answer, but due probably to his earlv training. When these had been driven from the ring, the third and last great feature of the show appeared — the famous trained bears, " You " and " I, " in charge of the clown. They were both brown and rather undersized, perhaps because they had been kept so busy learning that they had not had a chance to grow — it must have taken a great deal of time and patience to teach them their tricks — or perhaps they did not have enough to eat. However, they went through their performance excellently, though clumsily, as all bears do, and ended up the exhibition with a touching little pantomime illustrating the popular song. " Speak to Me, Darling, " that was almost human in its action. Of course, as a circus, there had to be a side show, an excellent representa- tion of a " wild and woolly Freshman. " in an abbreviated green frock, who. with her doll under her arm, vainly endeavored to solve the mysteries of A, B, C, and 3 + 3=6. The Sophomores, being such a short time removed from Fresh- manhood themselves, were able to get up this exhibit admirably from memory. A Junior. uihr arc moaning a metro, soft sunn Auo uarkuraa rubers all, OTlnlr tbiiliyltt faura and uiamal tlte sltauea (!Df tlte nlfl trees grim and tall. Alone 31 Bit in tltr narkeniny nigbi Auo utislt for oays gone by. And tltr olo nine ' s groans arc ansmrreo hiitlt moans ODf tltr biilo hitnd ' b mournful rry. U ltat farr an bear in tltr Jtapyy dans, ulbat noht are long autre gone, No morr ta nrar, ana all ta orrar ®o tltr lonely forgotten onr. (!? toyy must it hr tltat bte aljoulu part ? 31 ask tb.r siiaooms tall, And 31 ran not trll tltat btoru faremell, iflor 31 lobr you- tltat ta all! LOUISE DAVIDSON, ' 09 5 □ CTETTE 5 iPropylean lOtterary oripty Adams — " What a fine man hath your tailor made you ! " Sallie LeRoy Betts — " It matters not how forced or false, so the best things be said o ' the worst. " Sarah Boals — " Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. " Edith Brown — " I profess not talking. " Marion Brumby — " Good humor only teaches charms to last. Still makes new conquests and maintains the past. " Mabel Crocheron — " She would turn over half a library to write one paper. " Cornelia Cross — " The soul of this girl is in her clothes. " Elizabeth Curry — " The noblest mind the best contentment has. " Ada Darby — " Her voice was ever gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman. " Clife Daughtry — " Hence loathed melancholy. " Louise Davidson — " The pen is the tongue of the mind. " Adalene Dortch — " My book and my heart must never part. " Cornelia Field — " I am not in the roll of common men. " Irene Foscue — " Principle, not expediency, is my motto. " Amelia George — " Is she not passing fair? " ( o clje: DORTCl- GEORGE PROPYLEAN LITERARY SOCIETY Vera Holley — " At my fingers ' ends. " Geraldine Hood — " Superior wisdom is superior bliss. " Mattie Hunter — " A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. " Eva Belle Johnston — " Patience is a necessary ingredient of genius " Florence Light — " Loud roared the dreadful thunder. " Mary Johnston — " The mirror of all courtesy. " Ruth Marion — " And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew. That one small head could carry all she knew. " Emmie McCall — " A thing of beauty is a joy forever. " Margaret McCallie — " Of soul sincere; in action faithful, in honor clear. " Corinne McCombs — " Laugh and the world laughs with you. " Christine McCormick — " In her first passion, woman loves her lover. " Irene Newton — " True as a needle to the pole, or as a dial to the sun. " Mattie Newton — " Night after night she sat, and bleared her eyes with books. Edith O ' Keefe — " Fair as a star, when only one is shining in the sky. " Jean Powel — " Age can not wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. " Lutie Powell — " A youth to fortune, and to fame unknown. " PROPYLEAN LITERARY SOCIETY Lizzabel Saxon — " Whose little body lodged a mighty mind. " Grace Smith — " I ' ll speak in a monstrous little voice. " Rosalie Smith — " Of gentle manners, of affections mild. " Dorothea Snodgrass — " Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. " Hattie May Thornton — " She is young and of a modest nature. " Annie Waddell — " Truth is truth, to the end of reckoning. " Elizabeth Wylly — " The fair, the chaste, the unexpressive she. " Rachel Young — " O coward conscience! how thou dost afflict me. " Mamie Counts — " Good sense, which only is the gift of heaven. " Louise Chick — " I must become a borrower of the night, for a dark hour or twain. - ' " Eleanor Sommerville — " Not stepping o ' er the bonds of modesty. " Willie Clements — " Zealous, but modest. " Blanche DeVault — " Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired. " Bessie Sentell — " She was as good as she was fair. " Nell Coates — " Light she was and like a fairy. " Rosa Milledge — " Lauahter holding both his sides. " © 4 CO UMTS P IS ■ E.SUMMERVILLE SENTELL PROPYLEAN LITERARY SOCIETY Mttpmosijnran Htfrrary ortftg Beulah Adamson — " I am resolved to grow fat and look young at forty. " Lillian Akin — " I never saw so young a body with so old a head. " Louise Ayers — " Come what, come may, Time and the hour run through the roughest day. " Mary Anderson — " When you do ' dance, I wish you a wave o ' th ' sea, that you might do nothing but that. " Ruth Abbott — " A babe in the house is a wellspring of joy. " Sarah Baker — " Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall. " Helen Beaman — " There ' s nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. " Emma Binns — " Talkers are never doers. " Sara Brockenbrough — " Variety ' s the spice of life, that gives it all its flavor. " Leah Brown — " Can any mortal mixture of earth ' s mould breathe such divine, enchanting ravishments ? " Annie Mae Boyd — " Not lost, but gone. " Jessie Kate Brantley — " Infinite riches in a little room. " Gwendolyn Bailey — " Good nature and good sense must ever join. " In a Bacon — " Know then this truth (enough for man to know). Virtue alone is happiness below. " Caroline Caldwell — " A mighty huntress, and her prey was man. " Lida Caldwell — " Not yet mature, but matchles s ; what her heart thinks, her tongue speaks. " Annie Campbell — " Barkis is willin ' . " Lulu Crosland — " With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. " Adelaide Cunningham — " There buds the promise of celestial worth. " Julia Christian — " Who mixed reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth. " 54 CCALDWELL CUNNINGHAM CROSLAND M. ANDERSON MUEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIETY Flora Crowe — " I ' ll make assurance ' doubly sure. " Farms Davis — " ( ) would that my tongue could utter the thoughts that arise in me. " Katharine Dean — " (.) for a seat in some poetic nook. Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook. " Mary Dillard — " You write with ease to show your breeding, But easy writing ' s very hard reading. " Mildred Dickson — " Choice words and measured phrase, above the reach oi ordinary men. " Elva Drake — " Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep. " Em Eldridge — " This was the noblest Roman of them all. " Frankie Enzor — " Think of me as you please. " Eleanor Frterson — " Truth is the highest thing that man may keep. " Eugenia Fuller — " A rosebud, set with little wilful thorns. " Susie Ferguson — ' ' Thoughtless of beauty, she was beauty ' s self. " Felker — " If you have tears to shed, prepare to shed them now. " Marguerite Fitch — " I love victory, but 1 love not triumph. " Edith Farlinger — " For courage mounteth with occasion. Gladys Farrior — " O would that the gods had made thee poetical.- " Rebekah Harrison — " Everything comes, if you will onh wait. " Elizabeth Harris — " Seemed washing her hands with invisible soap. " Lutif. Head — " Eternal sunshine settles round her head. " Maud Hill — " What! will the line stretch out till the crack of doom? " Almon Hooper — " Chaiin ache with air, and agony with words. " f 0 s FARLINQER ©» FULLER ENZOR MUEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIETY Toyce Tones — " Answer me in one word. ' " Agnes Kime — " Patience and gentleness is power. " Marie Lederle — " Give thy thoughts no tongue. " Marguerite Ludlow — " Unthinking, idle, wild, and young, I laughed, and danced, and talked, and sung. " Edith Lott — " Principle is ever my motto. " Elizabeth Lassiter — " No legacy is so rich as honesty. " Edith Lock ii aim — " With bag and baggage. " Camilla Mandeville — " The woman that ' deliberates is lost. " Sadie Magill — " A lion among ladies. " Annette McDonald — " You ' d scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage. " Hattie Lou Miller — " I love not the world. " Mec MacIntyre — " Put thy eternal summer shall not fade. " Annette Moore — " We meet like a pleasant thought when such are wanted. " Adelaide Nelson — " The horn, the horn, the lusty horn. Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. " Isabel Nunnally — " She hath a lean and hungry look. " Lizzie Mae Oliver — " What ' s gone and what ' s past help, should be past grief. " Lolaii Parham — " A sudden thought strikes me — Let us swear eternal friend- ship. " Clyde Pettus — " Rather than be less, cared not to be at all. " Mary Pi-iarr — " Sunshine and rain at once. " Bessie Powell — " Never less alone, than when alone. " Sadie Pope — " As sober as a judge. " p Wf T MAC INTYRE maindeville: MUEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIETY Liu. ik Phillips — " As merry as the day is long. " Charlotte Reynolds — " ' Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. " Lucy Reagan — " He is well paid, that is well satisfied. " Mattie Rylander — " Happy I am. from care I ' m free, Whv aren ' t they all content like me? " Margaret Sienknecht — " And thereby hangs a tale. " I ' jiiiii Sloan — " True love ' s the gift which God has given. " Annie Smi;ii — " A moral, sensible, and a well-bred girl. " Isai ' .k!. Stewart — " Young in limbs, in judgment old. " Mildred Thomison — " There ' s no art to find the mind ' s construction in the face. " Eva Towers — " Oh! Fie upon this single life. " Lila Williams — " Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers, that our merits know. " Maud Williams — " And keeps the palace of the soul serene. " Ada Williams — " I oft have heard defended. Little said is soonest mended. " I ilia Warren — " In joyous youth. " Margaret Woods — " Red as a rose is she. " Lillie Belle Bachmann — " And those about her. from her shall read the perfect ways of honor. " Mary Roof — " Naught venture, naught have. " Teannette Brown — " Earth sounds thy wisdom and high heaven thy fame. " Rossie Belle Newton — " Up, up, my friend, and quit your book-. " Marie Houston — " The very pink of courtesy. " |sON MUEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIETY ®lH» (Baits 1 iCtbrrattmt of % iflHortala (Commemorating the Beginning of Student Government i WHO, then, among the powers thundered forth and made his speech unto the assembly? Even the great king, Zens, for he was filled with wrath. " Ye members of faculty and all ye wise teachers, now give ve that advice most meet in this dire stringency. . Even now are our subjects breathing revolt and would our power overthrow. Yea, I will tell thee that 1 deem shall even come to pass ; in their own haughtiness shall they soon establish a government of their own. Consider, then, what must needs be done to stop this even now. " So spake he and sat him down and his dark heart within him was greatly filled with anger and his eyes were like flashing fire. And there stood up before them that liberal, theme-reading god, sore displeased. To Zeus first spake he : " Neither by just reason art thou displeased, nor is there aught to anger thee. Even as thou hast said shall it be, and even so should it be. Nay, and who are we, that we should hold these mighty ones in thraldom? To them, 1 deem, has freedom been decreed by a fate stronger than we, and verily this will be a sorry matter, neither any more endurable, if we shall dare oppose. " He said, and the sweet-voiced goddess was afraid and sat in silence, curbing her heart: but throughout all the company the members of faculty were troubled. And that god most great of ' speech made answer and said unto him: " Thou weak of heart, far better booteth it. forsooth, to hold the power unchanged and quench with might} ' hand this small uprising, than to yield because thy craven tongue doth say a stronger power demands it. Yea, I never beheld a stronger power than ours. Hearken to my counsel, all ye powers of government and ve wise-thinking faculty. To the subjects, powerless and unprevailing, we, in gen- erous bounty, should concede a part of government. We should even withhold that which is meet and ever show that not their strength, but our favor secures to them this boon. " Now, when the twain had thus finished the battle of violent words, Zeus, the king, bowed his dark brow and the ambrosial locks waved from his immortal head : and he made the great hall to quake. Now, for many daws ranged the argument through all the company, for this last one who spake was ever there to prolong the debate : but at last it was decreed that it should lie even as he had said. (53 Then came the sweet-voiced goddess, and summoned all the subjects to assembly, for in her mind did she have it to bear to them the mandate of the ] lowers. She spake and all the subjects cried assent. Then one from out their number brought they and set her up for to be their leader, bright-eyed Sarah, daughter of Boal ' s Then all the subjects hastened to gather themselves closely together. John of the loud cry raised the shout and stirred the spirits in the breasts of all throughout the multitude and the assembly swayed like high sea waves that east wind and south wind raise, rushing upon them from the clouds: so was all the assembly stirred, and they with shouting raised the cry of ever- lasting freedom and liberty. I , r ! f . W. (L A. fl rgamjatum Sa rah Bo als President Rachel Young Vice-President Edith Sloax " Secretary Irexe Foscue • Treasurer Elizabeth Curry Mary Dillard Irexe Foscue CABINET Farris Davis Eugexe Fuller Margaret McCallie (Eompanum per? to % Uttrlj mir of iTOarbetIj (With all due apologies to the immortal Shakespeare) Scene — The Lab. recking in smoke and fumes of unearthly odor. Thunder of falling and crashing apparatus. Enter three Lab-haunting spirits. First Spirit: Thrice the old Lab. cat hath mewed. Second Spirit: Thrice and once the old gong rung. Third Spirit: Arbuckle cries. ' Tis time, ' tis time. First Spirit: Round about the retort go. In the potassium chlorate throw. Let the flame be bright and hot That the oxygen may be got. Sulphuric acid mixed with zinc To get some hydrogen in a wink. In, let the fiery flame tongues sweep — Then bury the hapless victim deep. All: Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire, burn, and enemies, bubble. Second Spirit: Let sodium and potassium be Put in unstinted q uantity Into the beeker of H.,0. Then bring a flame of gentle glow, That the roof may then be raised And all mankind around be dazed. .-Ill: Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire, burn, and chemics, bubble. Third Spirit: Saltpeter and charcoal mixed With sulphur in a vessel fixed, Heat with all power, force and main. Until the mass a glow doth gain, Then listen for the grand uproar That ' ll land someone on the far shore. . : Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire, burn, and chemics, bubble. ( Scattcration — Combiistification III ) Second Spirit: By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this wav comes. All: " Pis Arbuckle ! " lis even he! O flee we all quickly! Flee! O flee! »iU«i m pf. Editor-in-Chief Sarah Boals, P. L. S. Associate Editors Mary Dillard, M. L. S. Maud Hill, M. L. S. Amelia George, P. L. S Rachel Young, P. L. S. Farms Davis, M. L. S. Sadie Magill, M. L. S. Bessie Sentell, P. L. S. Margaret McCallie, P. L. S. Business Managers Edith Sloan, M. L. S. Adelaide Nelson, M. L. S. .ORj STAFF Da-v Nelson McCallie Sentell George Boals Magill I y tbe Sea Just to be bg tbe sea TlUben tbe great billows flee ffrom tbe lasb of tbe Deep ocean=scourge ; ttbere to stand on tbe strand as tbe foam=crests expand TMlbere tbe vast waters measureless merge. Zbe roar on tbe sbore, as tbeg daeb more and more. Seems a cborus to mahe of tbe tone ; jfllled witb pain tbe refrain as tbeg plunge on again and tbrougb caverns unnumbered mahe moan. jfrom tbe wall comes tbe call as tbe grag sbadows fall ©f tbe seagull wbosc mate is afar; TRIlben is seen silver sbeen ©n tbe darh waves between 3Bb tbe ligbt of tbe first evening star. © ' er tbe swell sounds tbe knell ©f tbe grim ligbtbouse bell Go give warning of danger at sea, .IBut altbougb tempests blow ©n tbe great deptbs below Still tbe life bg tbe ocean for me. Clyde Pettus, Purpose Mystification of the public and complication of private affairs Colors Black and White Yell C-O-M— P-L-I Kismet, kategory, kilo- meter, ki, Bones and joints, nothing less C-A-T— O-R-S ) - I Motto " ■? " Mascot Skeleton COUNCILORS OF FATE Lutie Head Chief Executioner Jean Powel Compiler of Records Louise Davidson Skeleton Holder Ruth Marion Annie Waddell Marguerite Fitch 72 Omirma Emlrnaii (Elub Signal The Whistle Songs Home Sweet Home Good-live Mv Lover, Good-Vive Object To see the trains go ' round the curve MEMBERS Ai.lie Felkee Mary Dillard Maud Hill Elizabeth Harris Isabel Nunnally fankw flllub rJ j .r J J Srf: ;jj j j ±3£ £g Song I reckon v ' all know that once, " Yankee Doodle " came down South, Rut found that as a rule The most conspicuous sight he saw Was a nigger and a mule. Favorite Drink Favorite Dish Ice Water Yankee Beans Flower Color Snow Ball Navy Blue Chief Object " To sit on all who sit on us " Thornton Nelson Fitch Burch B tgma iplta pit ' Look not mournfully into the past, it conies not again ' Flower Daisv Favorite Question What ' s she going- to do about it ? ' Colors Gold and White Call Whistle " That ' s what the Daisy savs " Favorite Expression " Tis, too " Chosen Place of Meeting On the Fire Escape Time of Meeting Twelve o ' clock, Tuesday night MEMBERS Edith O ' Keefe Cornelia Field Allie Felker Isabel Nuxxally Em Eldridge Mary Axdersox ' Charlotte Reynolds HONORARY MEMBERS " Em " " Fellers " " Lou " " Mike " " Jim " " Chap " " Mac " N B.UULZ) Crimson and Gold Bull dogs delight to bark and bite For ' tis their nature to Kennel R. S. II. Eugenia Fuller Grand Barker Amelia George Collector of Bones Lillian Akin Corinne McCombs .Sarah Brockenbrough Mildred Dickson Sadie Magill Lill Phillips Julia Christian ktb-tou Password S-cat Song " Skiddoo " — Tune: " Why don ' t You Try ' Qualifications for Membership ist. Age must be " 23. " 2 ± Skiddoo caps must be becoming. Rule Meet when you please but " 23 " when the lights go out. Whr Gkihlin (Cubitus Flower Night Blooming Cactus Chief Characteristic Saying things at nigh t Motto " The Proctor ' 11 get you if you don ' t watch out " MEMBERS Katherine Dean Maude Hill Edith Sloan Lillie Belle Bachmann Elizabeth Eassiter Flora Crowe Eucy Reagan Annette McDonald Once there were some Goblins Who wouldn ' t go to bed. And when they got to gabbin ' They simply lost their head. They searched them in the closet, They searched them in the bed, But all they ever found of them Was turkey bones anil bread. Song The Proctor heard them holler, The neighbors heard them squall; But when the door flew open They were not there at all. You ' d better shut the transom. And you ' d better look about, Or the Proctor ' 11 surely get you, If you don ' t watch out! Ber 3ieitt6cj)E lioci) M M Motto Incantation GEsscn big allr ist gone iDopnclt, fcopprlt Jftlrt una trouble Jtnrr brcttnt (HnU fecssrl bubble 2©tc ftbctjfnnen 3j9an spillarD Cm ClDriDge 3l9atric liylanDcr iLoutBE SDattDson 31ran }|DoU)fl Cltjabftl) $?arris Marguerite jfttel) CDttl) © ' Ucrfr 5DUTH EDR IA Motto ' Never Kick ' till you ' re spurred ' Emblem Wire grass Colors Red and Green Meeting Place Under the pines among the palmettoes MEMBERS Rachel Young President Elizabeth Wylly .... Vice-President Annette McDonald Secretary Mattie Hunter Edith Lott Lila Williams Ada Williams Em Eldridge Vera Holley Lizzie Mae Oliver Mattie Hunter Maude Williams Leah Brown Jessie Kate Brantley Gwen Bailey Emmie McCall IPS HUE Wf R.EST — Alabama (dlub OFFICERS I. Foscue President K. Dean Vice-President E. Lassiter Secretary S. Betts Treasurer Yell Piccaninnies, Piccaninnies Sis Boom Bah, Alabama, Alabama, Alabam - a - a Motto Song There ' s no place like home Down Where the Cotton Blossoms Grow Color Beverage Coal Black Scuppernong wine MEMBERS Sallie LeRoy Betts Mabel Crocheron Katherine Dean Adelene Dortch Frankie Enzor Irene Foscue Almon Hooper Joyce Jones Elizabeth Lassiter Eleanor Sommerville TENNESSEE CLUB. ffc% — tx3i m iii in " " ' " ' ' - ' -ilr L i ) vJ) " producT o? Term es see . Motto " Not that we love Tennessee more, but Georgia less " Favorite Song " Why Don ' t You Write When You Don ' t Need Money " Colors Favorite Drink Freshmen Green and Senior Blue Tate Springs Water Patron Saint Dr. Gaines OFFICERS Elizabeth Curry President Sarah Boals Vice-President Lillie Belle Bachmann Secretary MEMBERS Sarah Boals Sadie Magill Lillie Belle Bachmann Jean Powel Edith Brown Margaret McCallie Elizabeth Curry Margaret Woods Edith O ' Keefe Susie Ferguson Grace Smith Eleanor Frierson Margaret Sienknecht Eva Belle Johnston Dorothea Snodgrass CAROLINA CLUB Song Ho! for Carolina North Carolina Lulu Crosland Mamie Counts Elva Drake South Carolina Sarah Brockenbrough Edith Sloan In Union there is Strength lExtrartH iFrom letters of a Jflrpaljman Agnes Scott College, The Land of the Brave and the Home of the Free. February 15, 1907. Most Adored Gcorgie: I believe you asked for our customs? And so I, at least intending to do as I would be done by, shall bore — detestable word ! — you with a detailed descrip- tion of my " college life. " College life! Worthy of publication, isn ' t it? " Life of a Freshman, by a Freshman, for Freshmen, " a guide and warning to all youthful students. Or mayhap, I should use " experience " instead of " life? " Bien! Tt is the same. Experience makes up life. I believe, in correct order, one ' s rising comes first, n ' est-ce-pas? Well, I rise blithely anvwhere between the two breakfast bells, and possibly I strike the dining-room before the doors are shut, infinitely more probably, not. If not, then I hang amiably over the banisters in forlorn hope of catching some friendly, wandering eve through the transom and when one ( or two, rather ) lights in kindlv recognition, I put in my order. My frugal repast thus usually consists of rolls, of which I partake informally on the stairs or in the lobby. After breakfast comes chapel, and then " torture hours. " My recitation periods are always filled with keenest anxiety and the hope of not being called upon. No, I take that back ! I have become so hardened that I can go to class, my mind a perfect blank, without a tremor. Oh, if you could have been here last night ! There was a spot on the sun yesterday, and it was rumored that an earthquake would disturb the peaceful hamlet of Decatur during the night watches. — Well, I was lying awake thinking of a new dress I want next summer — and mean to get — when a clear report rang out on the night air, then another and another, as a car passed. And now I heard the mingling of voices up and down the corridors, the hurried swishing of kimonas, symptoms of hysterics along the hall, running feet, etc. Georgie, I wouldn ' t have missed it for ten dollars and all my society dues paid. Speaking of society though — but that ' s another story, as our darling Kipling would say. Of course, it was me for the hall, and mingling with the motley throng, I added mv voice to the clamor, heard one girl declare it the earthquake, while another was volubly expressing her sentiments as to its being Judgment Day. Finally, they were driven back into their rooms like frightened rabbits (the girls, von understand, not the rooms), and at length morning dawned, cold and dull, to another bitter day. The problem has now been solved. Some kid from Donald Fraser, a neighboring Prep, for the training of masculine intellects as yet " in the hud, " had intelligently placed some torpedoes on the track in front of the campus. Bright lad! I owe him thanks. As I said, I wouldn ' t have missed aforesaid scene for — was it ten dollars ? My dear Georgie, I want to tell you about " crushes, " quite an important factor here. When a girl so far loses her self-respect as to cheerfully make a fool of herself over some fascinating " phantom of delight, " you may safely infer she ' s afflicted. Georgie, they send em flowers ( if their fathers let them run up bills), and candy, only asking in return a fleeting smile. Of course, you may develop a crush on a member of the " Fac. " if you feel so disposed, it ' s all a matter of taste. Agnes Scott atmosphere reeks with this sentimental languishing. A, s I told a Tech. boy the other day, they ' d better send something masculine out our direction, a lot of good affection is going to waste. I could devote a volume or so to Self (the irony of the term!) Government and the " Procs. " that persistently haunt and hound our lagging footsteps. But no ! Mis ' Harris, I am always your faithful Sairy Gamp. P. S. Today is the 15th of February and I shall unearth my buried Xew Year ' s resolutions. By May I shall be pale as a forepined ghost " from excessive application. " The Proctor complains that my voice is loud. ( . a most excellent thing is a gentle voice in woman ! Sfamtltnn, 1. of $. ' flfi DAX HAMILTON, Pennsylvania ' 06, walked slowly along the shaded path; out there the afternoon sun shone warmly on the dusty road. He had missed the Orland hack, and the Scribore break left two long miles from the " cross roads " to the little station. It was not far now, he could see the little store, where he was going to do the household commissions, with the sign, " Rabbit Box " painted over it in glaring white letters. Suddenly his glance fell on some- thing bright on the side of the road ; he stooped over and picked up a little gold pin, diamond shaped with A. S. C. across the purple and white enamel ; he turned it over, on the back were the initials E. D. T. Slipping it into his pocket he made his way peacefully on, a trifle more alert than before, perhaps. He sauntered into the little Rabbit Box, through the side door, flung his gray coat on the " desk. " and lighting his pipe settled himself comfortably on the step. The clerk, a moderately green and half grown country boy, eyed him with something of admiration, he could listen by the hour to the University ball tales ; the last customer had gone, and " old man Evans " had left him in charge ; he walked back to the door, grinned pleasantly, and stood in silent anticipation of the usual lore. Xot so with Hamilton, U. of P. ' 06, he paid small heed to the green and grinning individual, but smoking energetically, sat reflecting on the supreme idiocy of coming to this unpretentious mountain " hole " to waste away the months in idleness and door sills, door sills were his long suit down here. In the course of his meditations he presently recollected the little pin, and, holding it up for the clerk ' s inspection, inquired, " What does that stand for? " That individual fingered it gingerly. " Don ' t know, " he responded briefly. " Find it somewhere? 1 " " Down the road, " the sitter on the steps answered lazily, as he stretched his long arms, then added, " A tiresome place this, wish I had my horse, and the dogs, and the teams, my, it would be bully — " but just as the clerk ' s face brightened a little boy rode up on his pony. " Mr. Evans here? " he asked, then seeing only the green individual, he said indifferentlv, " but I guess you ' ll do. Sis lost a pin on the way up here this morn- ing, it ' s a little one she had at school ; it doesn ' t make much difference, just save it for me if you hear anything of it. I come up every day. " He was about to ride off but Dan stopped him. " May be this is the one, " he said as he held it out. " I found it down there a few minutes ago. " " Yes, that ' s it, " the youngster commented as he took it in his hand. " I ' ll take it back to Elisabeth, much obliged, " and he started off. " Know them ? " Dan inquired, but the clerk shook his head. " They ' re them Thorne folks, Judge Thorne, I guess, " he answered. " E. D. T., " Dan repeated to himself, " Elisabeth Thorne, nice name, " then to the clerk as he rose to hail the hack, " Hand me my coat, will you, and you ' ll send those things out on the first wagon in the morning.- ' " He seated himself by the garrulous old driver going out. " Do you know where the Thornes are out here? " he inquired, as he gave him a cigar. " We pass ther house, " the old fellow answered. " I ' ll show yer when we git ter it. " It was a big place with a beautiful avenue of fine old trees; Dan could just see the big white house and he pictured to himself the girl of the pin. And his mother noticed that he grew more interested in the neighborhood, and that he remarked to his father three times that he heard there were " some Thornes not far up there. " Several days later, arming himself with some magazines and plenty of tobacco, Dan wended his way to the little hill up the road where there was plenty of shade and a spring, and the grass was soft — oh my ! He had read one or two things, smoked three pipes, and reflected that somehow a fellow ' s chances were always better in stories, when he heard steps on the other side of the rocks. Then he got up quickly, the little boy who had come to the store was saying as he pointed him out to a charming creature in a pink dress, " That ' s that fellow, Sis. " The charming creature, who was nothing more formidable than a very pretty girl with laughing eyes, smiled. " You found my pin, " she said, " I was very glad to get it, it was one I had at school last year. " Her manner was very sweet, " I am Elisabeth Thorne, Mr. Hamilton, you see I know vour name, I ' ve met vour mother. " The little boy had seen a rabbit and scampered off down the hill after him. Dan walked on down with the girl, and he forgot there was any other direction to the road until they were in front of the house ; he met the big Judge, and he asked him to come back. And it suddenly occurred to Hamilton, U. of P. ' 06, that this place was " all to the mustard " at last. And in the fall when they had gone back, there was something else engraved with E. D. T. — only there was something more. Mary Mortised Dillard. RUTH CUSHIKG POPE LVERY one at Agnes Scott, not only the old girls but also the Faculty, has noticed with pride the growth, this year, of spirit between the College and the Academy The complete separation of the Academy from the College at the beginning of the session gave rise to this spirit in the first place, but the force that brought it to its height has been athletics, and more especially basket- ball. And in basket-ball we must always think of Miss Pope as the very heart and soul of it, and we all realize that the most of the spirit is after all due to her. Not only for basket-ball, but for tennis and athletics in every form we have to thank her for her tireless energy and interest. And yet although we can not at all see how we are going to manage it, we will have to plan for next year without her. But we girls who have seen the ball started, and rolled a good way, too, will always remember the one who started it, and under this influence we hope to help keep up the work as well as it has been begun. Athlrttr Asiumatimt j i Louise Davidson Vice-President Sadie Magill President Lill Phillips Secretary and Treasurer Qfotmia Assoriattmt Sadie Magill President Florence Light Vice-President Lill Phillips Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS Cornelia Field Louise Davidson Edith O ' Keefe Frankie Enzor Agnes Kime Adelaide Nelson Marguerite Fitch Edith Brown Lila Williams Elva Drake Lulu Crosland Lutie Powell Florence Light Dr. Armistead Elizabeth Curry Lillie Belle Bachmann Dr. Arbuckle Helen Beman Sadie Magill Mr. Bachmann Lill Phillips Mr. Dieckman Mattie Hunter Edith Lott Sara Bockenbrough Bessie Sentell Lida Caldwell Gwendolyn Bailey Adeline Dortch Marion Brumby $nlf Club Color Macduff Plaid Motto " Many a slip between the ball and the club " Sadie Magill President Allie Felker Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS Dr. Arbuckle L. Phillips A. Felker I. Nunnally A. Nelson S. Magill 92 HA5KET BALL Yell Ya, ya, yee, double dum dee, Dicky dack, hicky pack Hi go ree, College, College— A. S. C. ! Mary Knight Mascot M. Fitch Captain LINE-UP M. Fitch Forivards A. Nelson Guards . . L. Phillips Centers . . Wy ■ ■ ■ G. Bailey Manager S Magill . . . . E. Drake A. Moore COLLEGE BASKET BALL TEAM (Holing i mtb ®?am Yell Teeker, toeker, tiah! Hannibal! Goliah! Friccased! calibub! We ' re it — College Scrub ! Davidson, Captain C. Stuart . A. Dortch. V. Crane . LINE-UP Powell, Manager Forwards L. Davidson . .Centers E. Frierson . Guards M. Rylander U4 COLLEGE SCRUB TEAM Stewart Frierson Rylander 3Jrrrg«lar imltloquu of tlje Slrrtgulara (With all due apologies to Shakespeare.) Farewell ! a long farewell to Senior greatness ! This is the state of us : one day we put forth The hope our " sheep-skin " to achieve ; the morrow came to A. S. C. And visions of great honor rose before us ; The next day came the Fac, the cruel Fac, And when we thought, poor erring ones, Our Course to end like lightning, they said " no, " And killed our hopes as dead as Dido. We had ventured, Like little fledgling birds that leave their nests And think to soar at once into the clouds, But far beyond our strength — our high-blown prde At length broke under us, and now has left us Out of a Regular Class, to the rude mercy Of the Regulars, who must forever chide us. Sad fate and fortune of our lot, we hate ye : We find our hopes entombed. O, how wretched Are we poor ones who thought to win the favor of the Fac. ! There is betwixt the " new girl, " and the Course she would aspire to A dread number from their midst that doth examine her : And should she fail to pass, she fails as we did, Never to hope again. B. L. S. GMNDS (Ealntbar XQBB-Q7 September 20 — Louise Chick arrives. October 1 — Red ties appear. October 13 — Irene Foscue receives her trunk. November 15 — Caroline Caldwell demands Senior privileges. November 26 — Mr. Bachmann arrives. November 30 — Faculty entertains Students. December 1 — Miss Phillips loses Miss Smith ' s original notes on Bennett (?). December 3 — Miss Denny attends Vanderbilt ball game. December 5 — English D girls hand themes in on time. December 7 — Howard Arbuckle cuts a tooth. December 1 2 — Lizabel Saxon missed half a question. December 14 — Freshmen paint the " disinsecting house " . December 16 — Miss Denny leaves dining-room without visitin January 5 — Miss Appleyard loses her medicine case. lanuary 6 — One Southern train on time. January 12 — Miss Darrow introduces a new song in Chapel. January 25 — Adelaide Nelson rides the bear. January 30 — Sophs, paint the tank. February 4 — Street Fair. February 27 — Miss Massie admits the possibility of one defect in Roosevelt. March 3 — Miss Young not heard to sigh. March 15 — Miss Cook fails to give table instructions. March 24 — Miss MacSwain goes to prayer meeting. April 5 — Mr. Armstrong agrees with " the author. " April 7 — " Mac " speaks in language intelligible to the common herd. May 29 — Dr. Gaines forgets to mention Agnes Scott Ideals. different tables. A iloiut Jantltij ifiprtiug Scene — Sitting-room. Teachers seated about talking, doors securely closed but transoms open. Tim E — Early candle-light. Dr. Gaines, rising slowly drags his foot out of the waste-paper basket and pounds vociferously on the table imth a book and roars in thundering tones: " Let us have quiet ! " — A sickening silence. Dr. Armistead rises, nervously fingering his record book: " Is it time to call the roll and read the minutes? ' Dr. Gaines nods assent. Dr. Armistead : " Miss Alexander. " Miss McKinney: " We are here. " Dr. Armistead : " Miss Denny. " Miss D arrow: " She has not returned from the Vanderbilt ball game. " Dr. Armistead: " " Miss Cook. " Miss Cook: " I am here as I have been for eighteen years. " Dr. Armistead : " Mr. Dieckman. " Silence. Whisper heard through transom. Dr. Gaines {with lowering brow): " Air. Thompson, will you tell Mr. Dieck- man and Miss Phillips that faculty meeting is convened? " Exit Mr. Thompson. Miss Young sighs. Roll call proceeds to the finish. Dr. Arbuckle rises suddenly: " I would like to suggest — " Dr. Armistead (with a sidewise turn of the mouth): " Just a minute, please — the minutes. " Minutes are read. Dr. Arbuckle rises again: " Well, as I was going to suggest — " Miss McKinney: " Wait a minute, Dr. Arbuckle. but I must bring up this matter about Caroline Caldwell ' s work. The girls have reported to me that she has entirely too much to do. " Miss MacSwaiu: " She does have a hard time with her French. " Dr. Arbuckle: " Well, I should say about that — " Miss McKinney: " And then, too, I do want to tell you all about this Fresh- man Class. They are the most absolutely frivolous and uninteresting class that has ever been here. Every one of them ought to be compelled to go to study-hall and I doubt seriously if a single one can pass. If this thing keeps up I shall be compelled to take some step in regard to student government. " Dr. Armistead {striving towards witticism) : " Well, they ' re pretty. ' Where youth and beauty meet, Wisdom is but rare! ' you know. " The faculty kindly laugh. Dr. Gaines: " Let us have quiet. We have some weighty questions to discuss. Now this thing of letting the girls attend any church and asking Methodist women preachers out here to talk to them. " Dr. Arbuckle: " Well, as I have been trying to tell you for the last half hour, Mrs. Sienknecht has written here that that child of hers doesn ' t get enough to eat. " — (Audible titter.) Miss Hopkins: " Er — yes, yes, I will report that to Miss MacKenzie. " Miss Smith: " I thought possibly it might be in order to ask how I can get the girls to bring their Professor Bennett grammars to class. " Miss Cook: " Yes, the girls have very little respect for gov-ern-ment. " Dr. Arbuckle: " In connection with dining-room affairs, I ' d like to say that that rule about the doors closing twelve minutes after the bell has to be stopped. It doesn ' t give time for all my family to get in. " Mr. Armstrong: " Well, I have a complaint, too. I do certainly wish that some plan could be found whereby a class could be so conducted as to do away with this difficulty of the girls ' trying to discuss whole topics and not giving the teacher a chance to talk. " (Miss Armstrong smiles significantly.) Dr. Arbuckle begins a zvrangling with Miss McKinney on student govern- ment. Rest of the faculty settle for a long nap. Whistle blows. Dr. Gaines grumbles ominously: " And to think I haven ' t gotten in about the Sophomores ' painting that tank yet! " (Loudly) " Dr. Arbuckle, the whistle has blown, I believe. " (All start up suddenly and rush out.) Dr. Gaines (as the last vanishes) : " The meeting is adjourned. " IGtmmrka A COMEDY IN THREE ACTS. Maid one, Maid won. Made one. Several girls are contemplating a Track Clnb. Only girls with a broad understanding eligible. To hear " Ain ' t it funny ? " fifty times a day finally becomes pathetic. See M. S. X. : " Now a crush on the V. Glee Club would not be as silly as some " Y. : " You arc right. " A.: " Why is it a rule not to use a pony in class? " B. : " It will throw you on exams. " John Magill, Attentive rush, Stricken girl, Awful crush. ( )nce a Senior of wisdom profound. Sat sternly on all around, Till one frosty morning. Without any warning, Sarah even sat on the ground ! Song of the " Trigites " Nobody works but the Newtons, The rest don ' t try at all ; Always going to parties. And runninp ' ' round the hall. A few get up pretty early. But not quite soon enough. Nobody works but the Newtons, And they ' re the real stuff. When the bell at six does clang, Calmlv notes of slumber twang, And the music of my snore Continues rumbling as before. Has Miss Watkins addressed another letter to " Dear Mama? " Every morning bright and early, Sometimes cheery, sometimes surly. Miss Edith with her eagle eye, Sets out each speck of dust to spy. In the gentle game of basket-ball, The vigorous contact with the wall Has caused a resolution. That next year ' s team long gloves shall wear, And instead of our skins the scraping bear In willing substitution. 100 o Itp A. (£. Poultry Wati) Guide {conducting strangers through the domains of Agnes Scott): " And now, friends, if you will just turn this way for a mom ent, you will see one of the most unique features of this great institution. Here is our A. S. C. poultry yard, unequalled for the rare superiority of its specimens. " ' In the first division we see that splendid and noble bird, the Crane. I beg only to call your attention to its lustrous dark eyes, its stately tread as it prances back and forth, and its splendid and lordly manner of devouring food. " Next to it we see that bird of midnight, the Crow, the finest specimen this side of the Atlantic. This bird is of a remarkably amicable disposition, but I should warn the children in the party not to disturb it in any way, lest it emit those harsh and grating cries that cause those who attend it to flee in terror and bitter agony. " The next compartment holds the beautiful and gentle Drake. Watch it as it waddles to and fro Its mild blue eyes bespeak its sweet temperament. It will never utter anything worse than gentle and ladylike quacks. But do not for one moment presume that the germs of ire are entirely lost in this fowl. If en- raged, it will endeavor fiercely to hurt the offender, yes, it will even peck him. " The last of this rare collection is the superb little specimen of a Chick. Only Miss Cook can remember when it came here — a mere little slip of a pullet — and it has developed under careful training into this magnificent fowl — not large, it is true, but peerless in its form. Only see how it runs about scratching ner- vously here and there and snapping viciously at particles of food matter. Prob- ably the most interesting fact about the Chick is that it is in a peculiar sense a sacred fowl, dedicated to the use of her Holiness the Pope ; and, strange as it may seem, it appears to cherish in its chicken way a most ardent and frantic affection for its right reverend possessor. " The peace in the poultrv yard is exceptional. Once, indeed, when we at- tempted to keep the Drake and the Chick together, there was a struggle whose horror is nowhere rivalled on the page of history, and a speedy separation was effected. Since then the animositv stems to have abated entirely and we have no trouble in their management. " Oh, hie thee to Miss Appleyard If thou hast any ill ; She ' ll fetch a glass of water quick And poke down thee a pill. That pill is of a coal black hue, Its size does all defy ; But ' tis not thine to murmur now, Tis but to take — and die. Does all the Bible Class know the meaning- of " diatheca? " Say " No " on peril of another explanation. Yet after this I. F. was heard to ask in the last frantic instant before the beginning of class, " Who was Diatheca? " Facetious friend: " Why, don ' t you know? He was the man that translated the Bible into Sanskrit. " 1. F. (in superior manner) : " Oh, no! that was Dionysius Exiguous. " Miss Smith upon her hobby, Bennett, Could ride at such a pace, The girls upon their trusted ponies Could scarcely stand the race. Edith O ' Keefe (after first lesson in French) : " Je ne sais pas? Jc nc sais pas? " (With an indignant look) " Why don ' t you answer my question? " College girl (after the Academy had won the basket-ball game) : " We are right proud of our Academy. " Academy girl : " Huh ! Wish we could say the same of the College. " Dorothea: " Studying is the biggest bore. " Went to Agnes, Joined the Six, Played one game And crossed the Stvx. Stye Autamatir SUfgming JHarl)ttu Almost any day or night ma}- be seen Rhyming Ruthie and flowering Jean, Tearing their hair, And filling the air With cries that make one purple and green (They ' re the Automatic Rhyming Machine.) Full sixteen wigs they use a week, They pull their noses, their ears they tweak, For Sophomore rhymes And basket-ball hymns They bite their thumbs and loudly shriek (And act, on the whole, like a well-bred freak.) The rhymes then come in a steady stream. The Sophs, are contented, the girls serene ; But they litter the ground With their locks of brown, And rend the air with their agonized scream (But the rhymes roll out by the quire and the ream.) There was a little girl Who was working in the Lab : There was a great combustion, Now there ' s a marble slab. Dining- Room Scene. Hey diddle-de-diddle The cat and the fiddle, Twelve minutes allowed to get in The girls all laugh At the Faculty ' s craft, And the rush for the seats begin. Hey diddle-de-diddle The cat and the fiddle, The dining-room doors close now. Outside, too late, The teachers all wait: Alike to their fate They must bow. The Complicators. In order to make some alteration In affairs that needed amelioration, We formed a club And all the hub-bub Was the result of much " complication. ' Oh ! a new crush An awful rush For candy, flowers, and things. The girl ? A pearl. Her name ? the same Whose praise the very air rings. She ' s athletic, And magnetic, She ' s well known in our school. Sad heart, keep still ' Tis John Magill — Oh well — one more poor fool. Ode to that Far-Renowned Animal, the Eight-legged Centipede of A. S. C. (Jh, here ' s to the Sophomoric Centipede ' That nightly careens through the halls. It ' s noted well for its wonderful speed And the tone of its bond when it bawls. Its tail resembles a bath towel white, And is tied with a ribbon red ; Its ears are long and " something tight, " And on peanuts and olives it ' s fed. It ambles along with its keeper small, The president of class naught nine, While the girls all follow it up the hall In a most excited line. 104 3ln ultipsy uiurlm iCaui) GIRL (running out of Miss Hopkins ' s office with one hand raised. To teachers congregated about register) : " Aw, teachers, ] just must have quiet here, J am surprised. 1 can not understand this at all. Do you know there are classes going on in these recitation rooms ' 1 shall have to deprive you of vour privileges if this loud talking in the hall continues. Yon had better not stay out here if you can ' t keep quiet. " Teachers slink limply away. In the Lab. Dr. Arbuckle. weary with many hours of fruitless toil, vainly struggling with complicated apparatus. Girl enters; looks critically at him: doubles over in convulsive laughter: " Now will you please tell me what this thing is for? Can ' t you see that this will never work in the world? Why, you could have done this experiment in half an hour if you had only fixed this thing right. " Dr. Arbuckle: " Oh-h-h ! [ burnt my hand ! " Girl (in great amusement): " What? Well, that doesn ' t matter if you didn ' t break the test-tube. " At the table. Stella Julian (heaping a plate to overflowing): " I know Aliss Cook. " A little later. Stella (sternly) : " .Miss Conk, will you please help yourself and pass things on? " Special Composition Class. Girl ( reading aloud before all the teachers Dr. Armistead ' s theme which is his pet production and greatest pride): " Dr. Armistead, this writing is worse than ever. " (Assumes dramatic attitude. Places finger at side of nose). " It is utterly beyond me to decipher such hiero- glyphics. The expression is pret-ty good, but the material — Why, Dr. Armistead, it is reallv Sophomoric. I hope you will have something better for me next time. " Dr. Armistead chokes back the bitter, briny tears, and looks away. Girl (in earnest conversation with Miss Massie) : " Miss Massie, let me advise you urgently to marry. Don ' t be a school teacher. Get married, get married. ' ' Breakfast table. Girl (looking excitedly down the table) : " I simply can not see why Miss McKinney can ' t get to breakfast. It is out of the question to over- look this. She knows very well that she ought, under no circumstances to miss her breakfast and why she persists in doing it, I can not understand. I shall certainly see her about this. " Miss McKinney hears of it later and is there before the doors open the next morning. In Math. Class. Girl (heaving a heart-rending, soul-blasting sigh) : " Oh, Miss Young, I did think you would see that. I did hope that this time you wouldn ' t take the longest way you could possibly find. Why will you always do that? " (Gazes at her with a grief and despair beyond expression.) Good friend, for Louisiana ' s saKe we bear To have our names engraven here. Distressed we be. we maKe our moans. But the Annual Staff are firm Not dead nor yet sleeping. LOUISIANA CLUB Bessie Sentell. Pres Mildred DicKson. Sec Tr Evelyn Norwood Mary Norwood Eulalie Sentell The Freshmen had a little class It took its little pen And on the " Disinsecting house, " It painted IQIO. The letters P. H. O. ! When morning came, the Sophomores saw- How it would look below, The night was dark, they could not tell. And now to all the Freshies young This kind advice we slip, — Before they try to paint again They should take penmanship. A Soph. There is a girl whose love of noise By far outweighs her love of boys, She ' ll ride the bear, Climb tanks in air, And roll huge trunks like childish toys. There is a girl at A. S. C. Who can not tell an A from a B, But if you asked her what she said After she had gone to bed, She would answer with a blush, " Nothing, nothing, but my crush. " History teacher: " Lillian, what was the date of the Xorman Conquest? " Lillian, absently, with a far-away look: " 1575 Riverside Avenue, Jackson- ville, Florida. " The rats and mice were having a feast ( )f peanuts and of candle-grease, When the occupants of number one Hurled a shoe like the shot of a gun, But missed the mark, And Oh, just hark ! How the Japanese lady slid down the wall. And everything crashed in an awful fall. 31. 3F. At Agnes Scott there lived a maid, A studious girl, supremely staid. Self-government got a-hold of her And made a Proc. so bold of her She ' s now of none afraid Even at close range. Each night she ventures bravely out. And like a never-shirking scout She hies girls to their downy couch, And for their staying there she ' ll vouch. She makes a useful Proc. no doubt. But what a change ! 3fn the Uinuig-iRmiiu Listen to these warning words Which sadly I relate : 1 ietter never come at all Than come twelve minutes late ! Agnes Scott has enjoyed a special privilege this year in having the famous Snodgrass Dramaticles running through the entire season. The star and manager, Snodgrass, is a rare genius and can carry into the most everv-day affairs of life the shrieking, blood-curdling, tragedy-queen act. The Silhouette would tender its sympathy to H. M. T., the unoffending but hapless victim of the Snodgrass Dramaticles. There was a young lady named Allie, In the realms of hysterics she ' d sally, Until the girls all In Rebekah Scott Hall, Together to hump her did rally. There was a crush epidemic, Both college and academic, Which threatened the lot of Agnes Scott To turn to something — we dare not think what ! At the art exhibit. — Mary (second year Art girl): " Elizabeth) where are some of Chase ' s pictures? " E. : " You are looking at one right now. " Alary, (after gazing at it attentively some seconds) : " Well, why do they call it ' Chase ' s picture ' ? " There was a professor called " Arm, " Who wished the opossums to charm. He came to a creek Across tried to leap ! ! ! — The splash did the fishes great harm. Agnes Kimc on a Friday night Did her roommate wish to fight, But turning the corner she fell on her nose, And there the next morning a bump did repose, Securely and surely on that very same nose! The Freshmen at Agnes Scott Once thought they would do a lot, The) ' kicked up a row, And now they know how To appreciate what they are not. At % £ trri t JFair Said the lady from Kalamazoo To the two-headed lady in blue, " I sure beg your pardon, But I ' ll speak to the warden, If you step an) " more on my shoe. " iSontPo aub 3ult?t (A Sear ©ale) Dear little Juliet, don ' t be so frantic, For when I embrace you, ' tis only an antic. I know I ' m a bear. But I ' m sure you don ' t care, Besides that, the Sophomores are always romantic. Be wise — you ' ll not regret That you did get " The Silhouette. " E. : " What would you rather have than anything in the world? " D. : " A check from home — no — a cut on Math. " Apologias tn Jjakespparp A desire above all earthly dignities — To pass exams. What horrors these tests be ! Dire thou art and dreadful And shalt be what art reputed. Yet do I fear the outcome. Thou art too full of the dire impossible To give success ; thou wouldst not flunk us ; Art not too difficult We should have, O exam., that which Cries, " Thus must thou do if thou pass Than rather desire thy work be undone. " Hie thee hence that I may rest in peace Or conquer with the wealth of my energy All that impedes me from the coveted mark. 3tp Jffall of tlje i o»Iffltmirir (Epnttppn? At the Street Fair, the Centipede " as surely " just the thing. ' ' The Freshmen and the Juniors, He had them on his string. But now, alas! that time has passed, He crawls where once he soared — Aliss Young is using him to point Out figures on the hoard ! Arc f im Bjuttyry ■ Yon zvant Tuesday ' s menu for your perusal Why, zve have just about the same as usual. Wednesday ' s dinner, I hear you ash, 0, nothing different — no -very hard task. Thursday ' s fare, if you implore. Is about the same as the day before. Friday? Alas, the old refrain. Dear friends, it is still the same, same. same. I do not know how you will feel. But Saturday duplicates Friday ' s meal. Sunday mid-meal is very good fare, ' Week day food zvith a touch here and there. But — Monday dinner for you rehearse A change Yes. a slight change for the worse! [Edited by D. Snodgrass out of the fulness thereof of a year ' s experience.] THANK THE SILHOUETTE Editors desire to express their thanks for the assistance of the following persons : : : : Miss Brownie Huson Mr. Andrew Hutchison Miss Mabel McKowen Miss Lucile Goodloe Mr. Heron Sloan Miss Louise Lewis Rev. John I. Armstrong U , ' II , nbOB tlrCO© Clle ' ve not quite finished the Silhouette, Indeed there ' s more a coming yet, Fop though uue ' re no misers We like advertisers, And uue uuant you to read them — you bet. ¥ EVERYTHING IN BOOKS AND PICTURES framing a Specialty COLE BOOK -a ART COMPANY 69 WHITEHALL STREET iJ2L c 1 J CI oth es of Qua lity Find the Emmons ' Label in a garment and you ' ve found the best ready-to-wear clothes that brains and skill can produce. Ditto, Hats. Ditto, Fur- nishing Goods — for man or boy : : : : : : Emmons " prices, too, are just as attractive as the merchandise M. R. 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The most fashionable, the most artistic and the most exclusive styles at correct prices THE SHOES WE SHOW ARE THE BEST PRODUCED THE WORLD OVER. AGNES SCOTT TRADE SOLICITED R. C. BLACK .-. .-. 35 Whitehall Street Atlanta, Birmingham Atlantic Railroad FINEST PASSENGER SERVICE IN THE SOUTH We make a specialty of (( IT f O TT Vl IT AD " for Young Ladies Handsome and Stylish T J J 1 W Cr IV = AX POPULAR PRICKS CARLTON SHOE CO., 36 Whitehall Street An ijnur in (§ar Art Btonms WILL GIVE YOU GENUINE PLEASURE AND WE CORDIALLY ASK YOU TO SPEND IT THERE AS OUR GUESTS l tatuarir, Pottery, (Earbtnga tmb fflmtaturps are among the beautiful things we have to show you MAIER BERKELE .... 31 Whitehall Street .... ATLANTA WEEKES BROTHERS DEALERS I General flftercbanbtse Fancy Groceries, Dry Goods, Notions, Shoes, Hats, Etc. Fresh, Pure Candies, Cakes, Crackers, Pickles, Olives, and everything in Canned and Bottled Goods ready for quick lunch : Nice, Fresh Apples, Grapes. Bananas. 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