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Show Hide text for 1912 volume ( OCR) Text from Pages 1 - 162 of the 1912 volume: “ ■ ■ ■ I ! ' ji j Lm ■w J 1 -. W. h ' ja szaz , ks Cf)c Jnlfjouette 1912 3 ubltshe t Up the s tubents of gnesi £l cott Collene J@eratur, (Georgia 3 r Card of Thanks In Memoriam Dedication Day Dreams Editorial Staff Exec. Board of Trustees Y. W. C. A. Faculty The Milledgeville Conven tion Senior Class Publications Senior Class History Societies Senior Class Will The Snow Angel Junior Class Clubs Junior Class Roll Dramatics Junior Class History Fire Brigade Sophomore Class Calendar, 1911-12 Sophomore Class History Jokes Freshman Class, 1911-12 Azella Freshman Class History Directory Irregular Students Ads The Editors ' sincerest thanks are due to Miss Susie Davison, Miss Ruth Shippen, Miss Anne Waddell, Mr. Paul Clark, Mr. Phil Shutze and Miss Fendlev Glass. ma fftary IGomar (Eadii in autrerp ar know lpbgmrut of hrr loyalty to tljp tftuopnta nf Agnra 0 rntt this uohtmp i£ brbtratpu Editorial Staff EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Ruth Slack ASSISTANT EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Eleanor Pinkston BUSINESS MANAGERS Carol Stearns Fannie G. Mayson ART EDITOR Margaret Brown ASSOCIATE EDITORS Cornelia Cooper Annie Webe Mary Crcsswell Marie MacIntyre Anna Colquitt Board of Trustees S. M. Inman, Chairman .... Atlanta, Ga. F. H. Gaines, D.D Decatur, Ga. C. M. Candler Decatur, Ga. J. K. ORR Atlanta, Ga. J. G. PATTON, D.D Decatur, Ga. George B. Scott Decatur, Ga. W. S. KENDRICK, M.D Atlanta, Ga. John J. Eagan Atlanta, Ga. L. C. MANDEVILLE Carrollton, Ga. W. L. L.INGLE, D.D Atlanta, Ga. G K. Matheson, LL.D Atlanta Ga. Dunbar H. Ogden, D.D Atlanta, Ga. W. W. White Atlanta, Ga. Faculty F. H. GAINES, D. D. President NANNETTE HOPKINS Dean M. LOUISE McKINNEY Professor of English MARY L. CADY, B. A., M. A. (Bryn Mawr, Radcliffe, University of Berlin) Professor of History ANNA I. YOUNG, B. A. (Agnes Scolt College) Frofessor of Mathematics H. B. ARBUCKLE, M. A., Ph. D. (Hampden-Sidney, Johns Hopkins University) Professor of Chemistry, Biology and Geology J. D. M. ARMISTEAD, B. A.. Ph. D. (Washington and Lee University) Professor of English LILLIAN S. SMITH, B. A., Ph. D. (Syracuse University. Cornel] University) Professor of Latin JOHN I. ARMSTRONG, M. A., B. D. (1 Iampden-Sidney College, Union Theological Seminary, Virginia) Professor of Philosophy and Bible BERTHA E. TREBEIN, B. A., M. A. (Wellesley College, Student at University of Berlin) Professor of German MARY F. SWEET, M. D. (Syracuse University, New England Hospital, Boston) Resident Physician and Professor of Physiology and Hygiene HELEL LeGATE, b. a. (Wellesley College, University of Pans) Professor of French and Spanish E. A. MEINHAR3T, B.A., M.A. (Radcliffe College) Professor of French and German CHARLES P. OLIVIER, B. A., M. A. (University of Virginia) Professor of Physics and Astronomy GERTRUDE SEVIN, Ph. B. (Syracuse University) Professor of Biology and Geology ANNA RICHARDSON, B. A. (Peabody College, Columbia University) Professor of Home Economics MARY E. MARKLEY, B. A., M. A. (Ursinus College, Columbia University) Adjunct Professor of Latin and English PEARL McCRORY Assistant in Biology MARY B. GUDE, Ph. B., Ph. M. (University of Chicago) Adjunct Professor of History, Sociology and Political Economy LESLIE SAWTELLE, B. A. (Smith College, Wellesley College) Physical Director MRS. PARRY Director of Aesthetic Gymnastics Joseph Maclean Director Piano, Musical History, and Harmony C. W. DIECKMANN Piano CARRIE PORTER Piano and Voice CLEMENTINE McGREGOR Piano and Theory EDA BARTHOLOMEW Organ LEWIS JOHNSON Voice ANNA HUNT Violin LOUISE G LEWIS Art and Art History MRS. NORTH Expression MARION BUCHER Librarian ROBERTA McCORD Superintendent of Practice Motto: " Age qu Flower: " While Ro Colors: " Blue and White: OFFICERS FIRST TERM SECOND TERM Mary Crosswell .... President May Joe Lott Marie MacIntyre .... Vice-President Carol Stearns Martha Hall Secretary and Treasurer . . Fannie G. Mayscn Poet Antoinette Blackburn Historian Cornelia Cooper Prophet Marie MacIntyre MEMBERS Antoinette Blackburn Carcl Stearns Cornelia Cooper Ruth Slack Mary Crosswell Janette Newton Nellie Fargason Annie C. McLane May Jce Lott Marie MacIntyre Fannie G. Mayson Martha Hall HONORARY MEMBERS Miss Anna Richardson Dr. F. H. Gaines Alma Mater Song When far from (he reach of thy sheltering arms, The band of thy daughters shall roam, Still their hearts shall enshrine thee, thou crown of the South With the memory of youth that has flown. Dear guide of our youth. Whose spirit is truth. The love of our girlhood is thine. Alma Mater, whose name we revere and adore, May thy strength and thy power ne ' er decline. Agnes Scott, when thy Campus and halls rise to our mind. With the bright college scenes from our past. Our regret is that those years can ne ' er return more. And we sigh that such joys could not last. Wherever they are. Thy daughters afar Shall bow at the sound of thy name. And with reverence give thanks for the standard that ' s thine. And the noble ideal that ' s thy aim. And when others besides us thy portals shall throng. Think of us who have gone on before, And the lesson that ' s graven deep into our hearts Thou shalt ' grave on ten thousand more. Fair symbol of night The purple and white. Which is purity without a stain, Knowledge shall be thy shield and thy fair coat of arms, A record without blot or shame. ANTOINETTE MILNER BLACKBURN M. L. S. Atlanta, Ga. Tony is a liltle dear And there ' s not a person here Who would dare deny it. Of stature small and feature fair. With bright blue eyes and golden hair — A charming little soul! " Aurora " work is all her bent And many hours at this she ' s spent. With much success. In German too, she ' s quite a star, And her fame is spread both near and fa In der Gesellschaft. CORNELIA ELIZABETH COOPER M. L. S. Atlanla, Ga. Here is a girl of wisdom and knowledge. Scarce one knows more in the whole of our college, In all her classes with ease she doth star Where questions for others hard stumbling blocks are " Cornelia " with us, is for learning synonymous, One whom the professors can never non plus, And yet for all, this brain austere Shelters a heart both tender and dear. MARY CROSSWELL 2 A P. L. S. Greenville, S. C. And now our Mary Jane we see. Of tail and " sylph-like " f orm i 5 s he ; To her this was bequeathed last year And this her legacy she held quite de Of course she hales to pass it on, But Allie cries it must be done. We mention, too, her auburn hair Which is her crowning glory. And with this parting tribute fair We ' ll end the charming story. NELLIE FARGASON B. D. M. L. S. Dawson, Ga. There is a tall senior called Nell Whose height is five feet and an ell. To breakfast she comes in a swish and whirl, But never forgets her hair for to curl. For Home Economics she has quite a bent. And many long hours in lab has she spent; The object of this is quite easy to see — For she hopes some day a house wife to be. MARTHA HALL B. B. M. L. S. Adel, Ga. Martha is our dainty lass. Fairest and sweetest in all the class: All her reports with As aie filled, For in her books she is much skilled. And yet she has her troubles, loo. Which worry and fret and make her bin Until at night when she goes to rest. Her last words are, " I ' m so distressed. ' MAY JOE LOTT M. L. S. Brunswick, Ga. Four years ago lo Agnes Scott From Brunswick came Miss May Joe Lott, And in this quiet and stately lass. (Who would have dreamed what came to pass) . In two years more, lo! what we see A clown, a fool, a jester, she! FANNIE GERTRUDE MAYSON M. L. S. Atlanla, Ga. A wonderful orator here we see. And ' lis none olher than Fannie G In College day she won her fame. And made for herself a name. As skilled in plays and in debale. Truly, indeed, a woman of slale. And here let us never forget — Business manager of the Silhouette! MARIE RANDOLPH MacINTYRE B. D. M. L. S. Atlanla. Ga. Here ' s to our fair Marie, Our maid of gay societee! Full many a year in truth she ' s spent. In the pursuit of knowledge intent; Yet plenty of lime she ' s easily found Blithely to go the world around. And when at last she gets that dip. Away from here she ' ll quickly skip. And there in gay societee We ' ll find again our fair Marie. ANNIE CHAPIN McLANE M. L. S. Pensacola, Fla. Many are the laurels won by you In Freshman, Sophomore and Junior, loo. Scholarships I II pass without comment For there s the presidency of student govern) But yet a wreath of another kind. Is waiting now your brow to bind. Its leaves are those of the tree of fate That grows in your fair and sunny state, Where at some fast-approaching hour, You ' ll wear this branch, — the orange flowe- JANETTE NEWTON P. L. S. Gabbeltville, Ga. Janelle is skilled in many an art, In every thing she has a part; In P. L. S. she holds full sway, And at Exec she has her way ; As speaker she is quite the thing, At all the feasts she ' s asked to sing. ' Tis said she worships at a fane And the idol there is H. B. Crane; But all of her ambitions meet In imitating Doctor Sweet. Her college course began at Proclor, And now we hear she ' ll end as Doctor. RUTH SLACK B. D. P. L. S. LaGranoe, Ga. There is a young lady named Slack, Whose deeds of perfeclion do smack, Oh, she can make cake, and she can spot stars, And she can describe the pathway of Mars. A long time ago theae same stars foretold. That at Agnes Scott, a young lady bold, Would worry and edit and never forget The trouble she had with our " SILHOUETTE. " ol ha ch " taking " ays A part she " lakes " in She " lakes " the As, She " takes, " she " take She " takes " our colds, Then at the Infirm ry Our money for Annu; This business manacer CAROL STEARNS M. L. S., 2 A Atlanta, Ga. all our plays, she " takes " the B ' s, s " all that she sees, she " takes " our ills, she " lakes " their pills. Is she " takes, " you bet, of the Silhouette. Senior Class History " There is a relation between our life and the centuries of lime. " — Emerson HE events of our ancient history we will not attempt to describe. Suffice it to say that the pleasures of early days ended with the Fall of the Home Empire and the Invasion of the College by the Freshmen. Then began the Dark Ages. These were indeed gloomy. It was a critical period in the history of our civilization when the mind in study and the body in gym. were tortured and strained and trained. From the Fresh-Soph fight we emerged trium- phant, however, with our name painted high upon the tank. Then life was pleasanter. Father Cady and Mother Ross were good to us, and we were won over to Sweet ways. The last half of the year we had a terrific struggle in an encounter with a Young enemy, who assaulted us fearfully with sines, cosines, and tangents. We came out scarred, but victorious to enter upon the second half of the Middle Ages, — the Sophomore Year. By this time we were quite civilized, as was soon evidenced by the preaching of Peter the Hermit (alias Ruth), who stirred up the Great Crusade against the Turks (alias the Freshmen). The obstreperous heathen being duly subdued, we ah! — buckled down to work in the lab and beat old Horace out on the anvils under the head Smith of the Latin shop. In the gym, too, there was a Merri-man who kept us dancing. We took the Seniors to the Georgia Tech game despite the resistance of the Freshmen. By this time we had the reputation of getting whatever we went after, whether in the athletic, social, or scholarly line. With so eventful a past, we entered upon the third period, — the Age of Reformation. ' Twas hard to realize we were upper classmen, but we gradually reformed. We threw off Sophomore ways and childish plays to become good Juniors. We now spent four hours of every week downstairs in the Bible room, and found there an Arm-strong to help us. Under the guidance of the Freshmen, we had a pleasant trip to foreign countries on the third floor of Inman Hall. The Junior Banquet loomed next as the event of importance, and despite the fact that our president had measles and our vice-president was enjoying a trip to Europe, it went off without a hitch. Happily reunited, we began with joy the fourth or Modern Period, — that of Enlight- enment. (We got our Senior lamps) and Political Revolution. This last consisted in the fact that the officers of Student Government were now from our class, — Annie Chapin, as president, governing Rebekah Scott, and Janette as vice-president ruling in Inman, with Ruth editor of the Annual and Tony heading the Aurora. We still held the scholarship and the basket-ball championship. My, but we felt big! Grander still was the feeling when we were invested in cap and gown. In fact, most of us found our caps a little too small for our heads that day. And now mid-years are past, and graduation is coming soon. The development of our class through all its stages from ancient to modern history has been steady and sure. With such achievement behind us, what may not be the accomplishments of the future? Cornelia E. Cooper. Senior Class Will We, the undersigned members of the class of 1912, being of sound mind and disposing will, do hereby make our last will and testament to the class of 1913. Item I. We do hereby renounce any and all wills and testaments made heretofore. Item II. Nellie Fargason hereby bequeaths to Lavalette Kennedy Sloan her calm and dignified mien and also her " crushes " on the younger contingent of the Faculty. Item III. Frances Gertrude Mayson wills to Frances Roundtree Dukes her oratori- cal ability and her love for the classics. To Eleanor Pinkston she hands down her love for domestic science. Item IV. Mary Sadler Crosswell wills to Allie Candler her sylph-like form, and to Margaret Roberts, her " red-headed " temper. Item V. Annie Chapin McLane hereby bequeaths to Emma Pope Moss " Jim ' s " middy blouse and her athletic tendencies. To Kathenne Hutcheson Clark she hands down the right to ring the rising bell and her skill therein. Item VI. Martha Hall gives to Mary Lois Enzor her pleasant (?) facial expression and her tendency to " loaf. " Item VII. Carol Laken Stearns wills to Florence Smith her love of French, and to Maude Helen Smith her skillful manipulation of slang as taught at the " Forsyth. " Item VIII. Jannette Newton wills to Margaret Roberts her bird-like voice (Ruth refuses to part with hers), and to Elizabeth Frances Joiner her protecting and watchful care of Inman Hall. Item IX. To Almira Eleanor Pinkston, Cornelia Elizabeth Cooper hereby bequeaths her love for certain members of the Faculty, and to Mary Louise Maness she wills her tendency to " bite " at everything. Item X. Mane Randolph Maclntyre wills to Grace Anderson her fluency in con- versation and her social accomplishments. Item XI. May Joe Lott, leading light on the American comic stage, bequeaths to Janie McGauhey her dramatic powers and her successes in this field. Item XII. Antoinette Milner Blackburn bequeaths to Laura Mel Towers her knowl- edge of sines and cosines and also her mania for German. Item XIII. Ruth Abigail Slack hereby bequeaths to Katherine Hutcheson Clark her osculatory tendencies. Motto: " Spectemur Agendo. ' first term Lily Joiner . Frances Dukes Emma Pope Moss Junior Class Flower : Daisy President . . Vice-President Secretary and Tr Grace Anderson Kate Clark Allie Candler Frances Dukes Mary Enzcr Lillie Lanier Janie McGauchey Colors : Orange and Blu second term Lavalette Sloan Emma Pofe Moss Laura Mel Towers MEMBERS Emma Pope Moss Mary Louise Maness Margaret Roberts Lavalette Sloan Florence Smith Helen Smith ELEANCR PlNKSTON Laura Mel Towers HONORARY MEMBERS Dr. Sweet Miss McKinney Junior Class Roll I. Grace — She is modest and mild and meek as Moses And one of the stars of our class, In Latin she ' s first, in everything clever, With all she ' s a dear, model lass. II. Allie is fat, Alhe is chubby, She chatters all the day; Allie is bright, Allie is happy. She giggles life away. III. Kate is the lady who opens the door To let in our callers on Saturday nights ; To her ' tis permitted to talk o ' er the ' phone. To do which, you know, would be our delight. IV. See our musician " Fritzie " nick-named, Some day with her music she ' ll make our class famed; To go with her music is aesthetic " gym, " Between both of these she hopes to catch " Him. " V. Though dignity and fatness do not agree, Just look at Mary and both you will see; She presides o ' er the book in our new " libraree. " With a great deal of pomp and true " dignitee. " VI. Here ' s " Tillie, " our clown; a good one is she, A better, indeed, there never could be ; With antics so funny, she brings in the money, As clowns ought to be, she ' s unusually sunny. VII. Louise is quaint and sweet and shy, With brown, wavy hair and soft blue eye; With her antique jewelry and her hair in a curl. She could pose as a picture of the " old southern " girl. VIII. As birds of a feather flock together. So Janie and Grace together we see; Not only in friendship, but also in knowledge. Together they ' re winning their way through the college. IX. Emma is stately and handsome and tall And president of a " Rebekah Scott " hall; When it is after ten by the clock, If we are not quiet, she ' ll give us a knock. X. " Ellie " studies stars; A star herself was she; When she played " Puck, " We all were struck By her ability. XI. " Lipthing Margie " lipth tho sweet ' Tith quite a thurprise to hear her thpeak; For see ith tall and dignified, And carneth herthelf wiv very great pride. XII. Lavalelte is teacher ' s pet, Favorite of Miss Hopkins, too; Strange to say, she stays here yet, Though this she said she ' d never do. XIII. Florence never has outgrown Her Freshman love for " crushes, " With a box of fragrant flowers Oft to Miss Hopkins rushes. XIV. Now helen is quiet, but full of dry wit; ' Twill almost convulse you, if near her you sit; To hear her so calmly in matter-of-fact way Some odd funny statement or sentiment say. XV. " Lemmie " is a maid demure Of mathematic turn of mind (?) A member of " Exec " for sure, But always very just and kind. Junior Class History Dearest Old Lawson: HILE Mr. Armstrong gives a most learned dissertation on some vague and psychological phenomenon known as the third dementional element in a consideration of space I ' ll repose behind Laura Mel ' s somewhat slender and therefore ineffective back and scribble you a young volume on the news — political, intellectual and social — of the present extraordinary and unsurpassed Junior class. Oh, girl, we missed you when you couldn ' t come back and we miss you more and more as the days go on and you aren ' t here to giggle over our triumphs and weep over our defeats. We aren ' t such a tremendously big class when you set us " alongside " one like Smith, but we do stick together and we do plod cheerfully on toward that modern Utopia we ' re to reach next year — the Utopia minus everything ' cept caps and gowns, Senior lamps and Senior electives. Politically speaking, we ' re strictly on the inside track, and while Tilly Slowboy, Eleanor and Laura Mel hold down exec the rest of us hold down A. S. C. — or try to. There ' s just one objection we ' ve always had, and that is that our honorable members show such unromantic and materialistic opinions concerning those hefty but adoring Decaturites who infest our front gates that we ' ve never even managed so much as a little tame polite scan- dal within our maidenly rank — exec just dotes on us. Fifteen Juniors all in a row, Never a scandal to make any show; Wake up, freaks — let ' s one elope — Take away fourteen — let ' s appoint Pope! (Never mind, dear, you needn ' t rhapsodize — ' tis but the budding of Junior genius — may have another attack before I wear out). In our last class meeting we were voted on unanimously as the brightest Juniors in college, but personal modesty forbade our announcing the news publicly. This, therefore, sets you straight concerning our intellectual state, about which you seemed so needlessly alarmed — Gee, old girl, with Janie and Grace, No need to worry — they set the pace! We ' ve always been sociably inclined — dost remember our Freshmen-Junior, then Soph-Senior blowouts — and we ' ve developed our powers until they ' re to shine forth in untarnished splendor about Junior banquet time, but — Every little meeting has a meaning all its own. Every thought and feeling calls more money to be shown ! Yet who cares when for once in our lives we can be sports — dead-game sports — and parade before the envious eyes of gaping A. S. C. Now, speaking from the above-mentioned political, intellectual, and social standpoint, I ' ve told about all the news, but you mustn ' t think, fellow Junior, that just because I quit there that the other side you saw and loved isn ' t yet alive and flourishing. We may do some tall bragging and cut some tall capers, but deep down in our heart of hearts there ' s the same old resolve to make good if there ' s anything in us to make good with, and maybe when we do reach our Utopia we sha ' n ' t be altogether unfitted to wear the caps and gowns as we make our last preparation for taking our places in the big old world beyond A. S. C. Feel one last poetic spark take flame: The Freshman ' s nose is out of joint, The Sophomore ' s joke has lost its point ; The Senior class is weeping, For the Junior girl is all the go, I tell you she is far from slow. In other classes leaping. Ha! Ha! Some clats to this, n ' est-cepas? Yours till Niagara Falls. Lavalette. Soph Ch omore .lass MoTTC: " Work. Lile and Be Happy " COLORS: Maroon and Cray Flcwer: Red Carnation OFFICERS FIRST SEMESTER President . Helen Brown Vice-President Essie Roberts Secretary Lottie May Blair SECOND SEMESTER President Martha Rogers Vice-President Jean Staples Secretary FRANCES Kell Treasurer ■ Zollie McArthur Poet Anna Colquitt Historian Lottie May Blair MEMBERS Bertha Adams Annie Tait Jenkins Lcttie May Blair Frances Kell Ruth Blair Kathleen Kennedy Helen Brown Linda Miller Mary Brown Lidie Mintfr Nell Clarke Zollie McArthur Theodosia Coebs Ethel McConnell Anna Colquitt Louise McNulty Sarah Hansell Mary Pittard Ruth Hicks Essie Roberts Mildred Holmes Martha Rogers Gladys Huff Jean Stafles Charlotte Jackson Margaret Wells HONORARY MEMBERS Miss Hopkins Miss Trebein Miss Young Miss LeGate Sophomore Poem " Work, live and be happy, molto ours, Guide of the Sophomores of this year To whom we look for strengthening powers Keep evermore thy presence near And thru the years be with us yet Lest we regret- — lest we regret. " temptations and vain promptings die, And worthless fancies by us go, 5till calls a voice we can not fly A voice to whom our all we owe. Motto ours, be with us yet Lest we regret — lest we regret. Dispersed; friends will no longer sway, On their support no longer lean; So from our strength of yesterday Tis hard ourselves at once to wean; Benefit of mottoes, — guide us yet Lest we regret — lest we regret. If blinded by vain tempters sweet We keep not thy small voice in mind And, stumbling, follow idle feet On paths that thru temptations wind; Motto of ours, be with us yet Lest we regret — lest we recret. Oh, erring hearts that will not heed. The voice of this our Sophomore year Which followed will to victories lead And make the future years more clear If such are found among our ralient score Guide — Motto of each Sopho Sophomore Class History t ROM time immemorial the word Sophomore has been a synonym for boast- fulness and we do not pretend that we have not lived up to the name — with a vengeance ! Therefore, we feel no compunction whatever in singing our own praises to the world, especially now that the year is drawing to an end when S ophomian claim us no longer. Therefore, we are going to indulge in one big, long, genuine Sophomore brag, that the future ages may not have to look back and mournfully say, " Would that we might know what that wonderful class of 1914 did, that we might profit by its noble example. " (The brag has begun). It ' s a very commonplace thing to say that we entered college as the largest class on record, so we won ' t say it — but we did. However hard it is to do, we must sum up our successes, achievements and victories in a few words, so let it suffice to say that we have taken our share of glory in every phase of college life to say nothing of the spoils of war! Ask the Freshman! She may refuse to answer, not being compelled to intimidate herself, but, anyway, this is what happened : At two by the clock, on a morn so sold, A band of Sophs both bad and bold, A visit paid to the Freshmen sleeping, All innocent of the Soph ' mores creeping. Right up to Freshie ' s little bed, I o paint green " F ' s " upon her head, We stole with care and wicked stealth — For this was good for Freshie ' s health! Then came word from dear D. G. " Since Fresh and Soph can not agree. One day more is given to fight, But the thing must end that very night. " To help the poor Freshies it was decreed That they should begin as they saw need ; It took those Freshmen all of a week, To think up anything even to speak ! But soon through " breaks " of Freshmen green, And wicked wiles of Soph ' mores keen, Their little plan was opened out And all their hopes were dashed about! So now if you should give by chance To any Soph ' mores room a glance, You there might see those banner ' s gay By Sophs from Freshmen stolen away ! A nice green effigy then was made; (The deed to Soph ' mores must be laid), And you might have seen what Freshie saw, The burning of that Freshman of straw! Now, Freshman, dear, just list to this — To change my theme is not amiss ; When you would stop a Soph ' more party You should have some plans more hearty. For instance, when you get a thing Before you can of writing sing. Remember this — that Sophs are wise, And always beat you to the skies. It never pays for you to try To steal ice cream from Soph ' mores shy, For they will catch you as they did — You still are just a little kid! One thing more and my story ends, We, like Robin, would make amends For all our faults and all our badness With ore good cheer for Fourteen and Agnes! Lottie May Blair, Historian. Freshman Class 191 1-12 MOTTO: Let us dare to do our duty. e understand it " Flower: Daisy. Colors: Bla ■nd Cold first semester Kate Richardson . Mary Helen Schneider . Frances West .... Maude Gary, Anna Sykes Louise Warren Louelle Moore OFFICERS second semester President Harriet Converse Vice-President Martha Brenner Secrelary and Treasurer . Bert Morgan Executive Members .... Maude Gary, Anna Sykes Class Poet Class Historian Marion Black Martha Brenner Mary Bryan Annie Pope Bryan- Ruth Ccfer Harriet Converse Edna Duke Willie Mae Elkins Irene Flecal Maude Gary Jessie Ham Ethel Ham Mary Hamilton Louise Hutcheson Annie Irvin Annie Tait Jenkins Annie Kelly Mary Kelly MEMBERS Sallie Mae King Maude Lott Lula Maddox Mable Meek LaNelle Moon Bert Morgan Louise McMath Gladys McMillan Lucy Naive Catherine Parker Grace Reid Kate Richardson Jean Staples Anna Sykes Edna Taylcr Grace Terrell Mary Wade Mary West Frances West Fresh man roem Nineteen-lwelve as every one knows The old tradition of Leap Year goes, Is woman ' s opportunity. And so with great impunity The Freshmen at Agnes Scolt this year Strive for a record bright and clear To aid in their future college career. This Freshman class, tho loyal and true. Is separated into divisions, two ; One of these parts consists of the grinds Who devoutly endeavor to feed their minds On Greek and Math and Botany loo. Who cram all day till their faces are blue, And in the wee hours of night, are not thro . ' The other part of our greatly loved class Are the loafers, who freely the hours pass; The society set, or ladies of leisure, Who spend all their golden moments in pleasure, But as all good honest girls must do. They " bone " enough to get themselves thro ' To obtain their A. B., which they madly pursue. But as a whole, our class is all right. And each little " Freshie " with all her might. Clings to the hope, the years rolling round. That she may grace a senior s gown ; And this is her soul-inspiring aim. That in the history of Agnes Scott ' s fame She may win for herself an honored name. Louise Warren. Freshman Class History EAR READER: — You say that you ' ve studied Latin, Greek, music, science, geometry, astronomy, calculus, and all the liberal arts? Well, then, do you know of anything smaller, more insignificant, a more infinitesimal nothing, than a Freshman ' s reputation? Really, " Babies, we are considered; awful, we are thought to be; " and I fear even that does not express the depths of the Sophomore ' s feelings about us. Well do we remember that never-to-be-forgotten day, the 20th of September, 191 1, when we crossed the threshold of the famous and long-awaited Agnes Scott, really expect- ing to see all that stored up knowledge unfold to us in one miraculous panorama, while our ears still rang with those halloos of " Be careful! Write soon! Study hard! Don ' t forget this and don ' t forget that, " and a thousand other things that father ' s old phonograph, set to order, couldn ' t keep. No wonder the most-learned Sophs — for they are all learning girls — stared, laughing lightly, wondering how such kids ever reached here without their " mammas. " Days followed, when names, books, meetings, were so rapidly packed into our little heads that the ding-dong of the rising bell could not have been distinguished from the evening chimes; when Miss McKinney ' s recitation room was thought to be the center of the universe; when such names as Sweets, some kind of Buckles, Smiths, etc., were so emphasized that we began to wonder if this were a blacksmith ' s shop where mince-pies were made, or a place where names were manufactured. But when first an " old girl " made a date for the M. L. S. or P. L. S. Prom., all doubts and perplexities fled. One morning at breakfast, as a fit compliment of our name " Babe, " we were presented with the merrily jingling, tingling rattler by our older and more dignified Sophomore col- lege-mates. (Could self-conceit add days to their years, oh, the grey-haired Sophs we ' d have!) A few nights later as a relief for our dazzling brilliancy, they daubed our faces with an abundance of green paint. So, the well-known Soph-Freshman fight followed as the inevitable result of the growing animosity. Then believe that science, music, geometry, calculus, all, have failed to find anything smaller, a more infinitesimal nothing than the dignity of those Sophs, when we got through with ' em! This success seemed only to foreshadow greater ones to follow. So in the first of the series of basket-ball games between the Sophomores and Freshmen, we again bore off the laurels of victory. And I do not hesitate to say that no one of us will ever forget the celebration that night, when we Freshmen, ghost-like in our long, white robes, flitted over the campus ' mid the blowing of horns, ringing of bells, beating of pans, and shouts of victory. As the miner discerns gold within the rugged and unattractive mass of ore, so others have recognized the latent talent and ability in our so-called " green " Freshman class and doubt not to predict for it greater historical annals in the years to come. Lifting the future ' s misty veil, they see before us a bright and prosperous career only typified by our college success. Sic fata dicant. Irregular Students Mary Anderson Jean Ashcraft Cherry Bomer Edith Brown Elizabeth Brown Elizabeth Bulcin Maude Chason Nell DuPre Everett Frierson Grace Goehegan Mignon Harlan Lillian Harper Lucile Harris Sammie Herron Margaret Howser Mary Hyer Virginia Lee Fannie Marcus Anne Montgomery Louise McArthur Mildred McGuire Isabel Norwood Julia Nuzum Mary Rawlings Mary Glenn Roberts Hazel Rogers Janie Rogers Pearl Rudish Katherine Summers Evelyn Walker Jean Wallace Beverly Anderson Louise Oberly Margaret Anderson Katherine Baker Olivia Bcgaski Gertrude Briesnick Margaret Brown Anne Browed Mary E. Champe Mae Curry Beth Duncan Minnie Hall Grace Harris Mary Harris Joyce Henderson Rosa Hill susette jcerg Martha Kelly Katherine Kennedy Gertrude McDowell Ruth McElmurray Rachel McEntire Louise McMath Lois Cunningham Florence Montgomery Ethel McKay Hazel Pettincell Mary E. Powers Almedia Sadler Ninuzza Seymour Mary Slade Lucy Vick Louise Warren Annie Webe 3n Jflemortam llfannal) iFratfr iHary § tarkI|Dxt5j iHargarrt ontiH " ©n earth tlje broken arcs; 3ln eaben the perfect rounb. Day Dreams OWN in the garden perched high in the old pear tree sat the child, hidden by the screen of white blossoms and held bound in that first of all en- chantments — a fairy-tale. She was bareheaded and barefooted and as she leaned over the book the wind tossed her short-bobbed hair into her eyes. A soft breeze rippled the leaves and sent a shower of white petals down upon the brown head. On the lowest limb of the pear tree it discovered a little white sun-bonnet and set it swinging gently to and fro. " And the prince and the princess were married and lived happily ever afterward. " The child closed the book and leaned back with a contented sigh. " I wonder if I ' ll marry a prince? " she said, half aloud, and then startled by her own voice in the stillness, she smiled, wrinkling her small freckled nose. " Maybe I will, " she dreamed. " Maybe I ' ll be lost in a big, dark wood — dark and gloomy and dreadful — and there ' ll be wild beasts and dragons, " she shivered at the awfulness of the thought, " and I ' ll be so lonesome and scared and then a beautiful prince will come riding by on a ' snow-white charger ' and he ' ll s top all his knights and ladies and come over to me and take me up on his horse and carry me to his palace all made of gold and beautiful stones — diamonds and rubies and emeralds — and we ' ll be married and live happily ever afterward. " The child wriggled her white toes blissfully along the limb of the pear tree. " Oh, yes, and on the way we ' ll stop at a house and we won ' t know it, but the old woman that lives there will be a witch and she ' ll steal me and hide me ' way up in- a ! igh, high tower and the prince won ' t be able to find me and he ' ll send out his courtiers and heralds and they ' ll look and look for me. After a long, long time one day the prince will be wandering by in the deepest despair and he ' ll hear me singing and call me ard I ' ll answer and let down my beautiful golden locks to him. " She looked wistfully at her short brown hair, " and he ' ll climb up and find me. Then he ' ll take me in his arms and climb down the great vine which grew up the tower and we ' ll run away and I ' ll be a queen, " the small head was raised with a sudden assumption of dignity, " and I ' ll wear beautiful, beautiful dresses. Oh, yes, and I forgot, while he can ' t find me he ' ll dress in deep black and he ' ll ' refuse to eat or drink ' until " A queer sort of a screech, the sound of hurrying steps and a small freckled-faced boy apDeared under the pear tree. " I knew I ' d find you here, " he said triumphantly. " Hurry up and come on down. There ' s a circus unloading in the lot just back of our house and we can sit up on top of our chicken-coop and watch them. " There was a long-drawn " Oh-h-h-h " from the top of the pear tree and a small figure came scrambling down, swinging lightly from limb to limb. In her haste she dropped the Fairy Tale Book and it fell face downward upon the grass. Wheeling, the child slipped to the ground and began hurriedly putting on shoes and stockings. " What are you doing barefooted? " the boy asked, for the first time discovering the fact. There was reproof in his tone. The child looked up guiltily. " I — I — just slipped them off for a minute to see — to see how I would feel. " " Well, hurry up! " the boy said impatiently. The child sprang up quickly, anxious to make him forget past sins. " I ' ll beat you to my gate, " she challenged. " Bet you won ' t, " he retorted. " One, two, three, " she counted, and they were gone. Under the pear tree, face downward, the Fairy Tale Book lay forgotten. II The tiny new leaves on the pear-tree rustled softly, the sunshine flickered through them upon the grass, the white blossoms shook down their soft petals like snowflakes, and the girl in the hammock swung gently to and fro. Intent upon her book, she had forgotten the sunshiny spring afternoon and was lost in a world of romance — that old, old world where men have wooed and maids been won since the beginning of things. Time passed. The leaves rustled, the sunshine played upon the grass, and the soft petals drifted down, but the girl went on reading, unmindful of it all. One she stirred and again she adjusted her pillows and leaning upon her elbow, her chin in her hand, bent further over her book. She had reached the last page. Her lips were parted, the color came and went in her cheeks, and her dark eyes shone like stars. The thrilling moment came, the maid said " Yes, " and, " held close in her lover ' s arms she felt his kiss of undying love upon her lips. In that kiss their souls met never to be parted. " The novel was ended. The girl sank back upon her pillows with a sigh of perfect content. " If only some one would propose to me like that, " she whispered under her breath. " I hope the man I marry will look just like Lord Windergrath in the book. He ' ll be very, very striking- looking and so stern and indifferent, that is, with everybody but me, and he ' ll fall in love with me at first sight and he ' ll lead me out on a balcony in the moonlight and talk to me of books and music and poetry. We ' ll understand each other so beautifully, and he ' ll quote long passages to me on love and say all sorts of beautiful things. Whenever I come into the room where he is, he ' ll always turn to me with one of his ' rare smiles, ' and there ' ll be ' worlds of meaning in his dark eyes, ' and he ' ll be very, very rich and have lots of automobiles and — and when he proposes to me he ' ll kneel before me and say he knows he isn ' t worthy of me and I ' ll " But the dream was interrupted just then by a shrill whistle. The girl puckered her lips and tried to answer, but the sound that came from them was so faint that she laughed at her own attempt. " Is that the best you can do? " called a teasing voice, and a youth came striding down the garden path. " You didn ' t give me time, " she defended, " I always have to try two or three times before I can whistle. " ' A poor excuse is better than none, ' " he teased. " I don ' t care, " she retorted. " You know I never could whistle. Won ' t you sit down and make yourself at home? " " Humph! You ' re polite, I must say. Where do you expect me to sit, on the ground? I don ' t see any signs of your giving me the hammock. " He had reached her by now and picked up the novel before she could stop him. " Say, what ' s this you ' ve been reading? " She reached for it, but he was too quick for her. " It ' s only a book Sue lent me, " she said. Give it back — please. " " Well, I guess I might as well sit down and take a look at it. I don ' t know any place to sit, though. " " Sit down over there by the tree, " she suggested, seeing it was hopeless to try to get back her book. " You needn ' t put on airs, you know you ' ve sat on the ground before. " He dropped down in front of the tree and leaned back against it. " I reckon I ' ll have to, since I haven ' t anything else to sit on. Now if I were only Jim I might " A pillow came flying through the air aimed at his head. He dodged adroitly and caught it. " Thank you so much, " he said with an air of the greatest politeness. " This will make me much more comfortable. " " I wish you ' d hush! " she exclaimed indignantly. " I can ' t stand Jim Monroe and you know it. " He regarded her with the most innocent expression upon his face. Perhaps in reality he was thinking how pretty she looked with her flushed cheeks and dark eyes and hair, but if so his next remark gave no hint of it. " The Lovers of Lucinda " he read aloud. Sentimental trash, I ' ll bet you a dollar. " " It isn ' t, " she declared. " It ' s perfectly grand. " " Is the hero named Jim? " he inquired with a shy glance in the direction of the hammock. Another pillow came flying through the air. " So much obliged. Please send me just one more to lean my weak little arm upon. " " Wretch! " was the only reply. " Shall I read you the end of the book? " he inquired politely. " It is so dramatic. " " No, I ' ve read it, " she replied shortly. " Then I ' m sure you ' ll enjoy hearing it again, especially this beautiful passage. Just listen, " in mock admiration, " She rushed toward him and clasped in each other ' s arms they fell senseless at each other ' s feet. The " " Robert Winthrop, you ' re making it every bit up. If you don ' t hush I ' ll " He looked at her with such a droll expression on his face that she burst out laughing. So the afternoon passed. The sun was sinking, the sky was filled with a golden light. The air began to grow chill. It was time to go in. Together they walked up the path, he still teasing her and she retorting, sometimes in pretended indignation, sometimes with laughter. At the gate they paused to say good-bye. The light of the late afternoon sunshine fell upon the girl as she stood there and touched her dark hair with streaks of gold. Her eyes were dreamy and dark and full of merriment. Once more he thought how pretty she looked, but this time he leaned forward and spoke. " Say, " he said awkwardly, " You look mighty good this afternoon. " She raised her eyes to his, with a look of wonder, surprised at this from Rob. The color deepened in her cheeks. " Thank you, " she said. And " The Lovers of Lady Lucinda " lay forgotten under the pear tree. III. It seemed an ideal spring afternoon. The person under the pear tree evidently thought so, for her eyes kept straying out across the waving expanse of green and her thoughts wandered far from the book she was reading. She was no longer a " mere slip of a girl, " but " a woman grown " now, with a new sweetness in her face and a certain charm that she had never possessed before. As usual she was reading, but this time it was only an attempt for her thoughts jour- neyed far from her book. She was thinking of the things she had imagined as a child and the fancies she had had as a girl. " I hope, " she murmured softly to herself, " that I have learned to be sensible a little bit, but, " she added, and a smile crept about the corners of her mouth, " I still have my dreams — only they ' re different. " She was dreaming again. She laid her book down in the swing and leaned back. It was useless to try to read when one had such pleasant things to think about. " And the little house will be white with roses running over it because he said I could have it that way and there ' ll be a lawn and perhaps a pear tree somewhere, maybe in the garden. I ' d rather have a dear little one-story cottage because it will be so much less expensive and more convenient and, " she added as a sudden thought struck her, " I used to want a palace and lots of money. " She smiled at what she called her own ignorance. There was more dreaming about " the little house, " but it soon became a dream about something — or rather somebody — more important. " He ' s so tall and broad- shouldered and nice-looking and — and so — so nice. " She laughed a little at her own self, but the dreams went on. A tall figure had come down the path, but she did not see him until he stood before her. " Why, Rob! " she exclaimed. " Sweetheart, " he said. As they sat together in the swing he reached for the book, but she caught his hand. " You can ' t have it, " she said. " Please, " he urged. She shook her head. " Why? " he persisted. " Because " Again he reached for the book, but this time also she was ahead of him. " Please let me just see the title, " he begged. " No, " she said positively, and put the book behind her. He made another attempt, but this time he tried " moral ' suasion. " " Dear, " he said, tilting her chin and looking down into her eyes, " Please let me see it, won ' t you, sweetheart? " " Moral suasion " conquered. " Will you be real good? " she asked. " I ' ll try to, " he promised. " And not laugh? " " I promise solemnly on my word of honor. " She watched him shyly, but with laughter in her dark eyes as she pulled it out and held it up before him. He leaned forward and read the title aloud: " Mrs. Hill ' s New Cook-Book. " Sarah G. Hansell. Whoop la! whoo! Exec ' s got you. Tho ' you ' re scared a sickly Ian Why weep and wail? Tears won ' t avail. Stand and lake it like a man. TOlNLfc SLCR.ETARY Officers Students ' Government Student Government Association President Annie Chapin McLane Vice-President JanETTE Newton Secretary Elizabeth Joiner Marshal Eleancr Pinkston SENIOR CLASS MEMBERS May Jce Lott Mary Crosswell JUNIOR CLASS MEMBERS Laura Mel Tcwers Mary Enzcr SOPHOMORE CLASS MEMBERS Kathleen Kennedy Marguerite Wells FRESHMAN CLASS MEMBERS Maude Cary Anna Sykes Y. W. C. A. Cabinet President Mary Enzor Vice-President Margaret Anderson Secretary Annie McLane Vice-Secretary Margaret Wells Treasurer Lily Joiner Devotional Committee Hazel Pettingell Bible Study Committee Mary Harris Intercollegiate Committee Lottie May Blair Missionary Committee JaNETTE Newton Social Committee Laura Mel Towers HE Young Women ' s Christian Association was organized at Agnes Scott in 1 906 to fill a need in student life which study and athletics can not satisfy. It was organized with the aim of " bringing every girl to Christ, building them up in Christ and sending them out for Christ. " Springing from a small Christian band, the Association has grown with the college, the different phases of the work being carried on by some committees in active work throughout the year. Those who have held the position of president during its short history are Misses Sarah Boals, Maude Hill, Margaret McCallie, Irene Newton, Mary Wallace Kirk and Mary Enzor. In 1908, the Association undertook half the support of Miss Mary Thompson, an Agnes Scott alumna, in her missionary work in China, and each year the amount is loyally raised by student and faculty through systematic giving. Interest in missions is further shown by a large enrollment in the eight mission study courses offered by the Association. A new phase has been introduced in the Bible study work this year. Six courses of study are given during the Sunday school hour, and the choice between these and classes in International Sunday School Lessons is offered. Practically every student in college is enrolled in one of these classes. The enthusiastic interest of the students in the Y. W. C. A. work has recently been manifested by the building of a cottage on the Blue Ridge Conference groun ds at Black Mountain, N. C, and a larger delegation than ever before will attend the next summer conference. The work of the Association this year has been very successful in nearly every way. Over ninety per cent, of the students are enrolled as members, but that can not be taken as a very reliable test of success in itself. The influence of the Association is felt by the entire student body in every phase of college life. Very quietly, but very surely, it is doing the work for which it was organized. M. L. E. THE MILLEDGEVILLE CONVENTION OF THE Georgia Students ' Missionary League MILLEDGEVILLE, GEORGIA November 12-15, 1911 DELEGATES Marion Black Ethel McConnell Ruth Hicks Charlotte Jackson Mildred Holmes Mary Pittard Lily Joiner Hazel Pettingell Miss McCrcry, Chaperone Mill edgeville! The word is inspiration! All the delightful fun, the interesting people, the con- geniality of fellow delegates, the enthusiasm of kindred minds and the helpfulness of a conference are wrapped up in the name. The nine A. S. C. girls who attended the Georgia Students ' Missionary League in the historic old town of Milledgeville will not soon forget those three days when even nature put out her finest welcome to the delegates. They will not soon forget the hospitality of the beautiful old homes for which the town is famous. Nor will they lose the inspiration from such men and women as Doctors Foster, Forsylhe, Hounsell, Miss Helen Crane, and others. And what shall we say of the inspiration from the fellow students and especially those student volunteers on the platform, and we believe that Milledgeville will not soon forget the enthusiastic and congenial delegation that never failed to occupy the second row front at every meeting; and the delegation that boasted as honorary members such dignitaries as Miss Helen Bond Crane and Doctor Forsythe. Agnes Scolt herself must ever look back upon the night the delegation made its report as one of the best of the Sunday evening services. The best because the girls who look part had found a new and enthusiastic meaning to life, because of a new and vital purpose. H. Pettingell. Liltle Blue Flower, Where art thou now How shall I win thee. How? Tell me how! For a moment I hold thee And then thou art gone tell me, thou wanton. Where hast thou flown? 1 crawl for thee, leap for thee. Climb for thee, cling; But only to catch Just the wind of thy wing. But liltle Blue Flower, I shall still follow thee; And life shall lovely And Wonderful be. Silhouette Staff Editor-in-Chief Ruth Slack Assistant Editor-in-Ciief Eleancr Pinkston Business Managers C.ARCL Stearns, Fannie G. MaYSON Athletic Editor Marie MacIntyre Art Editor . Margaret Brown Y. W. C. A. Editor Annie Webb Cornelia Cooper Associate Editors |- Anna Colquitt J Mary Crcsswell Aurora Staff Editor-in-Chief ANTOINETTE BLACKBURN, M. L. S. Associate Editor LAVALETTE Sloan, P. L. S. Business Manager Emma Pcpe Moss, P. L. S. Assistant Business Manager Lottie May Blair, M. L. 5. Local Editor Laura Mel Towers, P. L. S. Exchange Editor Fannie G. MaYSON, M. L. 5. Springtime and You When all along the As far as eye can see. There hangs a cloud of Emerald lir O ' er every maple tree. When robins sing their mating songs And all the sky is blue, ' Tis then my heart is prone to sing Of Springtime and of you. When violets cast their purple shade Beside the singing brook, And nature tells a lovelier tale Than any story book ; When every breeze is fragrant And the rose is kissed with dew; ' Tis then my heart is want to sing Of Springtime and of you. But now the skies are turned to grey And violets are dead; And merry birds have flown away And blithesome songs have fled. But still there creeps into my heart A longing deep and true. And I am prone to sing, dear heart, Of Springtime and of you. Hazel Pettingill, ' 14. The Song The bird first sang to the Jasmine flower, Sang the song of life for an hour; Told of dreams that haunt and linger, Told of thoughts so brave and tender. The sun came out from neath its bower, Heard the song of life for an hour; The trees then bent near to listen. Each flowereh jjure began to glisten. The bird now hushed the song of an hour, The sun crept back to its lonesome bower; But the song left the world all brighter. Left the Jasmine flowers much whiter. LlDIE TORREY MlNTER. Qj jl. Qs ly-. Mnemosynean Literary Society OFFICERS FIRST TERM President Nellie FarCASON Vice-President May Joe Lott Secretary Margaret Roberts Corresponding Secretary Lottie May BlaIR Treasurer Grace Harris Critic Theodosia Cobbs Censor Louise McNulty Librarian Annie Webb second term President Hazel Pettingell Vice-President ... Thecdosia Cobbs Secretary Lottie May Blair Corresponding Secretary MARGUERITE Wells Treasurer Gertrude McDowell Censor MlSS MaRY Champ Critic Miss Anna Sykes Librarian CHARLOTTE Jackson HALL COBLKTB HARRIS KLNNE.DY BLACK BORN Propylean Literary Society OFFICERS FIRST TERM President Ruth Slack. Vice-President Laura Mel Tcwers Secretary JaneTTE Newton Vice-Secretary Margaret Anderson Censor Emma Pope Moss Critic Allie Candler Sergeant-at-Arms ZoLLIE McArthur second term President JaneTTE Newton Vice-President Mary Crosswell Secretary Frances Dukes Vice-Secretary Jean Staples Censor Mary Champe Critic Anna Sykes Sergeant-at-Arm5 Evelyn Walker The Snow Angel T was early in February. The shadows of night had already enveloped the city, and the streets were thronged with the usual crowds at the end of the day. From a grayish sky, a soft, warm snow fell steadily, covering every pavement and walk with its crystal whiteness and throwing its mystic spell over every passer-by, until an atmosphere of good nature shone on each face and a note of merriness might be detected in every city sound. Under their increasing weight of white- ness, the street lamps began to sway and sputter, and the lights in the display windows glowed warmly into the outer darkness. Up the street came a shrill, clear voice: " Paper, mister. Last edition. All about the murder. " He was a little fellow to have such a penetrating voice, and he wandered along, seem- ingly unconscious of the fact that papers were not selling and that the snow was begin- ning to sift down his unprotected throat. In front of Browning ' s Art store he stopped, shifted his papers, wiped the ragged coat sleeve across his wet face and stood motion- less looking at a large copy of the Sir Galahad. Half aloud, he muttered to himself: " That ' s the guy teacher told us about. He ' s a queer sort. Think I ' ll get a book and read about him. " The next day the Librarian in the Juvenile Department of the Public Library bent at her task of helping little hands of all varieties to reach the gay colored volumes along its many shelves. " Hello, Jimmie, " she smiled, as a towseled-headed little fellow appeared. " You haven ' t come back for more Pirate stories? " " Say, " he answered, " I ' m after something different. You know that fellow what looks like a girl standing by the head of a circus horse in a park? " The Librarian looked in dismay. " I seen him in the picture store. Teacher told us all about him once a long time ago. " " Was it Sir Galahad? " " You bet, " answered the boy, yet not impolitely. " There ' s a shelf of books about him over there, " pointed the Librarian. " Just help yourself. " When the lad returned, some five minutes later, he found the Librarian chatting gaily with a young girl. She was a slender mite of a girl with rosy cheeks and a sparkle of winter freshness in them. " What books do the boys read, " she asked as she looked at the little fellow, waiting to get " The Knights of King Arthur " checked off. " That ' s a good tale, " she smili ngly assured the boy. " It ' s good reading. You will like it. " There was something in the girl ' s smile that clung to the boy all afternoon. Whenever he looked at the book, he thought of the girl. Day after day, he found himself weaving strange and new thoughts around her, until she came to stand for him ideal and he called her his Snow Angel. It was the week before Easter that young Doctor Allen stopped his car before a country home in the suburbs of the city, and, with a light, boyish step, ran up the long walk and pounded the brass knocker on the door. Beneath his grey overcoat, his own heart was pounding a boisterous tattoo. Where is there any young man whose heart would not pound when calling on the girl of his choice a week before his wedding day? He was sure the girl would answer his knock, herself, and he was right. In a moment the door was flung wide and a warmth of light streamed out to welcome him. In the middle of it stood a girl of perhaps twenty, though so slight a thing that she looked much younger. She wore a soft dress of creamy wool, and around her shoulders was thrown a scarf of warmest crimson. Their greeting over, she led him to a great chair before the fireplace and they talked together of the happy week before them and then of the greater future. " My dress is lovely, " she smiled, as she looked up into his fine, strong face. " Every thing is so lovely. Why don ' t more girls choose Easter for their wedding day? I saw the first robin this morning and a crocus is in blossom. They will be radiant by next week. " And thus they talked till the fire burned low and he lifted her small hand to his lips in a fervent caress. The telephone bell rang loud and steadily. He arose to answer it. " I think it ' s for me, as usual, " he laughed. In a moment he returned. " I ' m sorry, little girl, I have to go. There ' s a boy down on Water street dying with pneumonia. The old doctor asked me to go. It ' s bad weather for the poor in a city like this. " She looked up into his deep eyes and reached her hands up to his square shoulders. " It ' s bad weather, " she said, " for any one. Be careful, Mr. Doctor, lest the blind lead the blind. " The door closed behind him and he ran down the walk toward his machine. Half way to the city it stopped. He tried to start it again, but failed. And then he remembered. He had forgotten gasoline, in his haste to get to the girl — and the tank was empty. It was a full two miles to the electric line and not a house in sight. It was a beastly night under foot. The melted snows, a foot deep, spread out over the country road. In his doctor ' s heart he knew the long, wet walk would be perilous ; yet there was but one thing to do. He drew out his watch. It was early. If he could make it, there was still time to catch the last city-bound car. Two hours later. Dr. Allen bent over a tossing lad on a tenement bed. In his fever the boy was wildly delirious and kept begging in disconnected sentences for a vision he could not see. " I ain ' t found her yet. Oh, Lord, I ain ' t seen her. I looked everywhere — but she ' s gone. Please, angel, come to me — please come. " At four o ' clock in the morning the doctor, in his own apartment, pulled off his damp clothes and sank wearily for a few hours ' of rest. " Dear Lord, " he prayed; " help the boy to find his angel — and keep mine through all the days to come. " As he sank into sweet unconsciousness, it occurred to him that he might share his angel with the boy. The next morning, Dr. Allen telephoned the girl. " Mary, " he said, " I ' ll stop for you at ten o ' clock. I want you to make a call with me. " As they left the house the girl snatched a handful of roses from a jardiniere and pinned them to her coat. The boy was still tossing in delirium when they reached the tenement. Dr. Allen stepped to the hall and motioned to the girl. She came on tip-toe and bent over the sick child ' s bed, stripping the roses of their thorns, meanwhile, and laid them beside the lad ' s feverish face. At the touch of their cool fragrance, he reached for them and a dawn of consciousness crept into his eyes. A smile broke over his flushed face, and he reached out his arms. " Oh, Angel, " he cried. " My Angel, you have come. " And then the little, sleepy eyes, toward which the world had not held many angels, slept. It was a beautful Easter. The sun had keep under a cloud for a week awaiting the day, and seemingly had stored up warmth and gladness. The spring flowers had budded a week before, then waited, and on this morning had burst into freshest beauty. Even the irds had arrived just in time for the Easter carol. All nature was glorious with life. But, in the hospital across the city, there were none of these. Only fear and waiting and watching. The greatest doctors of the state held consultation and waited. " Dr. Brown has little hope, " said one. " The fever takes ' em so fast. " At last the old doctor entered the room. The men sprang up tense with waiting. " For God ' s sake " " Boys, " he sobbed, " sit down, every man of you. It ' s Easter, men. He gave his life for the sake of a lad a week ago. There is a smile on his lips. Life is riches for him — there is no death there. But for her! Oh, Lord, for her — the girl! It will kill her. " There were long, long days for thought that followed. Spring was kind in her sym- pathy. There were hours when the old doctor and the girl walked together beneath the lilacs, and when they parted, there was a glory in her face that was not born of earthly joy. When she entered the University, they said she was too frail for the severity of medical training. But when she stood before the entrance committee, she won her way. " It is not in my power to stop her, " said the head examiner. " There is something un- usual about the girl. They say she was to have married young Allen last Easter. I think she intends taking up his work. Did you watch her face? Men, to most of us, medicine is a profession. To that little girl, it is a High Calling. Let us pray God, we may catch her spirit. " Hazel PETTINGILL, ' 14. 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Fraulein Meinhardt DRGMfiT I CS PROPYLEAN LITERARY SOCIETY PRESENTS The Cricket on the Hearth BY CHARLES DICKENS Dramatized by Albert Smith DRAMATIC PERSON E John Perrybingle (a carrier) Laura Mel Towers Mr. Tacklelon (a toy maker) Frances Dukes Caleb Plummer (his man) Julia Pratt Smith Old Gentleman Helen Brown Dot (Perrybingle ' s Wife) LavaleTTE Sloan Bertha (a blind girl) GeralDINE Hood Mrs. Fielding . Nell McLean May Fielding Mary Champe Tilly Slowboy Lilly Joiner Act I. Interior of John Perrybingle ' s Cot. age. Act II. The abode of Caleb Plummer. Act III. Same as Act I. THE MNEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIETY PRESENTS A Mid-Summer Night ' s Dream BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Saturday, Dec. 16, 19! I DRAMATIC PERSON E Theseus, Duke of Athens . ANNIE C. McLanE Lysander !.,.,,,. ( Marie MacIntvre in love with Hermia " , , Demetrius I ' Lula WHITE Quince, the Presenter Frances West Lung, the Lion Beverly Anderson Bottom, Pyramus May Joe Lgtt Flute, Thisbe Lottie May Blair Snout, Moon . Amedia Sadler Starveling, Wall Katherine Kennedy Hippolyta, Queen of Amazons Alice Beach Hermia, in love with Lysander Carol Stearns Helena, in love with Demetrius Martha Brenner Oberon, King of Fairies Fannie G. Mayson Titania, Queen of Fairies Anna Colquitt Puck, a Fairy • Eleancr Pinkston Scene: A Wood Near Athens. MNEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIETY PRESENTING " As You Like It. " BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE April Seventeenth, Nineteen Hundred and Eleven CAST OF CHARACTERS The Duke Mathilde Brenner Amiens Theodosia Cobbs Jaques Eleanor Pinkston Oliver Fannie G. Mayson Orlando CHARLOTTE REYNOLDS Adam Lot. ie May Blair William May Joe Lott Touchstone Louise Wells Sylvius Lois Patillo Corin Annie Chapin McLane Rosalind Anna Colquitt Celia Carol Stearns Phoebe Theodosia Willingham Audrey Mary Louise Spurlock A Box of Monkeys A Farce COLLEGE CHAPEL February 3, 1912 CAST OF CHARACTERS Edward Ralston L. H. Johnson A promising young American, half owner of the Surra Gold Mine Chauncey Oglethorpe C. W. Dieckmann His Partner, Second Son of Lord Doncaster Mrs. Ondego-Jhones Laura Mel Towers An Admirer of Rank Sierra-Bengaline Lavalette K. Sloan Her Niece, a Prairie Rose Lady Guinevere Llandpoore Leslie Sawtelle An English Primrose, daughter of the Earl of Paynaughl R. S. H. Fire Department Lily Joiner Chief Lottie May Blair Flrst Lieutenant Anna Colquitt Louise McNulty Emma Pcpe Mess CORRIDCR LIEUTENANTS Kathleen Kennedy Helen Smith Hazel Pettingell BRIGADE Lavalette Sloan Ethel McConnell Annie Webb Maude Gary Hattie Montgomery Marie McIntyre Grace Harris Leader of Brigade Roberta Morgan Frances Dukes Frances West Sarah Hansell Irene Flegal Mary Harris Inman Hall Fire Brigade Eleanor Pinkston, Chief - FIREMEN Janette Newton Antoinette Blackburn Ma ry Brown Hazel Rogers Julia Nuzum Margaret Houser Fannie G , May: ON LIEUTENANTS Ruth Hicks Nell Cl arke Carol Stearns N ell DuPree. ' " Twas at the silent solemn hour When night and morning meet. " (Hamilton and Mailed). " And hither Morpheus sent his kindest dre. (Thomson). " And on a sudden, lo! Rose an arm clothed in white And brandished him three limes " (Tennyson). THE FIRE BRIGADE (In Standard Literature.) " Wake thou! " A midnight be (Fletcher). " With such a horrid clang As on Mount Sinai rang! ' (Milton). The voice is on the rollii (Tennyson). (Shelly). " Turn thee, turn thee, on thy pillow! " ( Tennyson). " Rise and put on your foliage. . . . Take no care for jewels and for hair! " (Herrkk). " Come and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe. " (Milton). " And from them ' rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars. And as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation. " (Tennyson). " With stammering voice and insufficient sound. " (Elizabeth Browning). " But she that rose Howled aloud, - I the tallest of them all. im on fire! " " (Tennyson). " ' Stretch forth thy hand, ' thus ended she " And help a wretched maid to flee! " (Coleridge). " More she had spake but ed, " (Pope). " Methought I heard a voice cry. Sleep no more! " (Shakespeare). " She rose, and forth with steps they passed That strove to be and were not fast, " (Coleridge). " And all the girls were out. " (Meredith). " In marching order as spread of long-necked cranes, " (Arnold). " But such a tide as moving seems asleep. " (Tennyson). u r i 1. Saturday — No picnic in " Fool ' s Paradise " this year, but something which surprised all parties concerned — a HOLIDAY! 2. Sunday — Result of the dissipation of a holiday: too few at Sunday School to have classes. 3. Monday — Freshmen entertain Juniors in Ireland, Japan, Spain, Holland, France and the United States. Sophs jealous, but nothing to be done. 4. Tuesday — Some of the Juniors fail to show up at classes. 6. Thursday — Academy plays, " To Meet Mr. Thompson " and " The Bull Terrier md the Baby. " 9. Sunday — Miss Sturgess ' canary bird is indisposed. 10. Monday — Yearly performance of alumnae, " Living Pictures. " 1 2. Wednesday — Rejoicing in psychology, ethics and Bible. Mr. Armstrong has gone to Presbytery. 1 4. Friday — All hands to work, clothes baskets, wheelbarrows and aprons — we moved into the new library. 16. Sunday — Early morning serenade by the white winged Easter angels (?) 1 7. Monday — Allie Candler entertained the Propylean Literary Society at a beautiful reception. Excellent presentation of " As You Like It " by the Mnemosynean Literary Society. 2 1 . Friday — New student government officers elected. 26. Wednesday — Freshmen go to see the wonderful parade of old Confederate Soldiers, feeling it their duty on account of a holiday. 27. Thursday — The Georgia Electric Railway Co. send the first car on their private line between Agnes Scott and the Auditorium, for Grand Opera has begun. 28. Friday — Dr. Arbuckle forgets his geology class. 29. Saturday — The long expected educational inspector arrived today. Consternation among faculty and students. 30. Sunday — Dr. Sweet ' s office crowded with excuse-seekers. Marvelous tales of Af- rica from an old Agnes Scott girl, Bessie Sentelle Martin. , 10. 11. 13. 17. 19. 20. 21. 22, 23. 24. Monday — May day — but no may-pole dances in the rain. Tuesday — Hot discussion in arbitrary committee of the two societies. Miss Louise Wells insisted that debators shall stand with right foot advanced four and three- fourths inches, left hand held firmly, palm inward, at left side a " d eyes fixed stead- ily on Dr. Armistead, who shall stand in the rear of the chapel. Wednesday — Startling case of measles devloped in Junior class. Tennis tourna- ment progresses. Saturday — Invitations out for the Junior banquet. Monday — Moonlight nights enjoyed by all. Excellent opportunities for " crushes. " Wednesday — Last day of classes for the semester. Thursday — Lamentations! Exams! " Woe is we. " Saturday — Geology chase bugs and rocks through unheard-of stages. Wednesday — And again I say recitals! Eleanor P.: " Colie, you know anybody who ' s going to that musical? " Eleanor C. : " No, but I heard the organ going. " Thursday — Academy cantata for the fortunate ones. Friday — Junior banquet — event of the year. Saturday — Class day. Sprig of ivy planted by the new library. Sunday — Stately procession headed by the black-robed Seniors marches to church in Decatur. P. M. — Seniors hold forth at Y. W. C. A. -Monday — The cats are turned loose — Glee Club! Tuesday — Eventful day. The common herd feasted on chicken salad at twelve. The quaking Seniors enter the dining hall on the arms of their predecessors at two o ' clock and feasting and drinking lasts till five-thirty. Word fight, commonly called " Debate, " ensues between the two societies, under the valiant leadership of Miss L. K. Sloan, the " Props " come out on top. Pellissier, ethics, trig, and a few other beloved books are fondly cast into the seething flames by the Seniors. Wednesday — All-day speaking and dinner on the grounds. All the Seniors get their tassels twisted. Eight speeches from the four corners of the earth. Dr. Gaines gets the keys and now all the new buildings can be locked. Fare thee well ! Fare thee well ! Tears, idle tears ! 26. Friday — Home! All sleep late and have breakfast in bed, a college girl ' s ideal. June — Agnes Scott delegation sails for parts unknown. Agnes Scott represented at various University commencements. She also does not fail to have a fair rep- resentation at the Asheville Summer Conference. 24. July — Agnes Scott foreign delegation hold quite a reunion in Germany. August — Usual summer flirtation at the seaside and in the mountains (no visible results, however) . 12-15. September — Dressmakers and dentists patronized. Supplies of soap, tooth paste, powder and writing material. Fathers wonder if such things can not be bought in the great Atlanta. 15. Friday — (At A. S. C.) Brushes and sapolio appear. 1 6. Saturday — Little purple and white badges sent out to be pinned on the left shoulder to catch Mr. Bachman. 17. Sunday — (At Home). " Ae fond kiss and then we sever, Ae fond kiss, alas! forever! " 1 9. Tuesday — Vacation ended. Farewell, vain world, with all thy joys ! Farewell to home, farewell to boys! Decreed it is that we must part, (Ah, hush thee now, thou tell-tale heart) Asundered ways from this loved spot. You to Georgia, I to Agnes Scott. Farewell vain world with all thy joys ! Farewell to home, farewell to boys ! 19. Tuesday — Julia Piatt Smith and Ruth Slack arrive on the scene to help Dr. Gaines open college. 20. Wednesday — Under the " protecting arm, " the Virginia delegation arrive on the early morning train. 21. Thursday — More new girls! Formal opening of the session. Freshmen are re- quested to bring handkerchiefs when they appear before the classification. 22. Friday — Entrance exams begin. 23. Saturday — Several girls move into the main building. Regular classes meet. Y. W. C. A. reception. Mr. Olivier makes his debut in Agnes Scott society. 24. Sunday — The Decatur boys begin attending church again. 25. Monday — Astronomy class begins with a comet — fatal sign! 26. Tuesday — The pens of German 2 are dumb before Miss Trebein ' s fluency. Y. W. C. A. lawn party. 27. Wednesday — " Y. W. " rushing waxes exciting. 28. Thursday — Onslaught begins in dead earnest. " Newies " fed by the M. L. S. 29. Friday — Further feeding for the " newies " by P. L. S. 30. Saturday — No rest for the " newies, " M. L. S. " prom. " ' Tis certainly true ' Tis lonely to be new, But— There ' s entrance exams For which one crams; And— Rushing ' s quite a bore, To walk up the floor And Right down again, Walk, walk, without end. Then — Sunday thoughts of ma, And we away so far! 10. 11. 12. 14. 16. 19. 20. 23. 24. 26. 28. Sunday — Rushing transferred to church and Y. W. meeting. Monday — Again the " rushees " are rushed. They make their last appearance at the P. L. S. prom. Tuesday — Mr. Maclean requests Miss Hopkins to forbid screaming in the society halls. Wednesday— Final decision! M. L. S. ? P. L. S.? Friday — Biology class begins their grasshopper chase. Saturday — The new girls make their formal introduction into society. Monday — Why is a Freshman like a watermelon? Soph: Because she ' s green outside and fresh inside. Evidently the Sophs didn ' t consider her green enough for they painted the Freshmen green in the wee small hours — but forgot the tur- pentine. Little drops of turpentine. Little drops of paint, Make a cunning Freshmen Out of one that ain ' t. Tuesday — Freshmen have rattlers and bibs for breakfast, spent the night in Room 39. Wednesday — Cautious Sophs arise at four to be on the watch, men sleep on. Thursday — Astronomy class ascend the ladder to the " observatory " on Science Hall roof. Saturday — Miss Colton makes her farewell address to the girls before her depar- ture to Korea. Monday — Propyleans delightfully entertained by Allie Candler. Freshmen have a white-robed parade and dance around a witch ' s fire. Dr. Patton calls up to know if there ' s anything the matter. Wednesday — Fresh vs. Soph in baseball. Sophs beat 11 to 10. Thursday — What ' ll happen next? Agnes Scott girls go to see " Madame Sherry. " Friday — Senior class wax enthusiastic among their pots and pans. Monday — Miss Berry talks of the mountain school. Tuesday — Younger members of faculty substitute theatre for faculty meeting. Thursday — Anne McLane and May Joe Lott wish to drop astronomy. Mr. Olivier objects. Saturday — Alabama football boys take possession of A. S. C. parlors. Twenty-four Freshmen Innocent Fresh- 1 . Wednesday — The astonomy class again make a graceful ascent to gaze at the heavenly bodies. 3. Friday — Cornelia Cooper cut her English 6 class. 5. Sunday — L. S. " crushed to the earth; " here ' s hoping she ' ll " rise again. " 7. Tuesday — Inman Hall converted into a manse. 8. Wednesday — Preachers take the place. Agnes opens her arms by a reception. I 1 . Saturday — Ninuzza calls on Miss Markley. 1 3. Monday — Miss Hopki ns announces in dining hall that if any one has any old clothes to please take them to Miss Anna Colquitt. 1 4. Tuesday — Miss Hopkins lectures to college girls according to Robert Herrick ' s theme, " There ' s not a budding boy or girl this day but is got up. " 20. Monday — Miss Sawtelle and Mr. Olivier chaperone a party of teachers and girls to Stone Mountain. 21. Tuesday — First meeting of " Deutsche Gesellschaft. " Nellie Fargason escapes through the window. 22. Wednesday — Annual staff threatened with popularity. 27. Monday dinner. Is this a fast, to keep The larder lean And clean From fat of veals and sheep? 28. Tuesday — Aesthetic gymnastics begin. Guaranteed to make a stick graceful. 30. Thursday — Turkey day. Miss Sturgess arises to the occasion and general rejoic- ing ensues. Centerpieces of fruit borne away to the orphans. A box from home. Some cake and meat; A sigh, a groan — Then Doctor Sweet! 1 . Friday — The Senior class, they made some cake, All on a winter ' s day, And put it in the stove to bake, And there they let it stay. But when the cake was broken Miss Richardson did cry: ' Tis tougher than whit-leather; Eat it and you will die! " 4. Monday — " Deutsche Gesellschaft " again holds a convocation. 5. Mr. Olivier ' s numerous questions startle his students. 9. Saturday — Match basket ball game of season. Score: Seniors 36 vs. Juniors 1 0. Sophs 1 1 vs. Freshs, 1 4. Miss Sawtelle entertains teams afterward. In the hours of night, Freshmen dressed in white; Shouting o ' er the game Danced around the flame Until Miss Hopkins came, Then the Freshmen all in white Betook themselves to flight. 1 3. Wednesday — Arrival of an Agnes Scott granddaughter — Marie Randolph Mc- Afee. 15. Friday — Seniors don their caps and gowns under the auspices of Dr. Gaines and Miss Richardson. 1 6. Saturday — Christmas shopping begins. Kresses ' popular. Mnemosynean Society present " Mid Summer Night ' s Dream. " 1 8. Monday — Faculty delightfully entertained by home economics class. German Club Christmas tree. 1 9. Tuesday — Packing in full sway. 20. Wednesday — All off for the holidays. mm 3. Wednesday — Sad return to prison walls. Girls talk all night relating Christmas conquests. 4. Thursday — Classes begin. Backward, turn backward ! O time on your way, Make it Christmas again just for to-day! 7. Sunday — Ground all covered with snow. Girls going to church have to have pro- tection from Decatur boys. Snow men spring up like mushrooms. 8. Monday — " Fire! Fire! Pour on water! " Excitement when the brigade was called out ; but they went back to bed — and the house burned down. 1 3. Saturday — Another beautiful world of snow. Maud Gary in her glory again. I 6. Tuesday — Last classes for the first semester. 17. Wednesday — Exams! Exams! 1 7-27. No news in Agnes Scott world save news of private interest — failure or flunk. 25. Thursday — Can ' t get ahead of Inman. They had to have a fire, too, even if it was the White House. 27. Saturday — Steam let off by means of the Y. W. kid party. Little Freshie gladly sings. Exec ' s untied its apron strings ! She can go to town alone, Go without a chaperon ! 2. Friday — (Mr. Dieckmann coming in for rehearsal plays softly on the organ) : " What ails this sound? It dances, jumps around As if some spirit fell Had on it cast enchanted spell! " Then to the organ door he hied And the organ lock he tried ; " What! Locked? " cried he, " Into it surely then I ' ll see. " 14. 15. 22. With efforts sure, he ope ' d the door, And mounted to the second floor ; Aghast he stood. " Well, I do tell ! Live spirits in the swell! " Saturday — " The Box of Monkeys " is opened and proves the greatest success yet achieved on the Agnes Scot stage. Mr. Dieckmann is the graceful recipient of a beautiful bouquet. Emma Pope Moss and Ruth Slack get in free. Sunday — Suspicious smoke discovered in several Rebekah Scott rooms. Tuesday — Delegation off to Chattanooga. Marion Black, Lily Joiner and Hazel Pettingell manifest the true convention habit. Thursday — Home economics class visits Nunnally ' s and the superintendent rashly said, " Help yourself to candy. " Wednesday — Valentine parties abound. Annual Staff grows gray headed in a day. Thursday — George Washington Scott ' s birthday — a holiday for his granddaugh- ter, Agnes. Sophomores entertain the Seniors. r $ Qs mm JOLUG- WLBB viol P£ES DUKES E.CY STfctAS. Athletic Association Base Ball Team LINE UP Catcher Nell Clark First Base Anna Colquitt Second Base Mary Champe Short Stop Zollie McArthur Third base Charlotte Jackson Right Field [Catherine Kennedy Left Field .... Kathleen Kennedy Pitcher .... Grace Harris Coach . . Mr. Johnson Senior Basket Ball Team LINE UP SUSETTE JOERG ) y Forwards Ruth Slack j Antoinette Blackburn ) V Centers May Joe Lott j Marie MacIntyre ) „ ., Guards Fannie G. Mayson ) (Champions for four years) Junior Basket Ball Team LINE UP Eleanor Pinkston Mary Enzcr Elcrence Smith Annie Webb Mary Louise Maness Lily Joiner Center ■ Sophomore Basket Ball Team LINE UP Anna Colquitt | Forwards Grace Harris j Helen Brown | ;- Centers Mary Champe ) Margaret Brown (Sub) Katherine Kennedy ) V Guards Mary Pittard j Charlotte Jackson (Sub) Freshman Basket Ball Team Lois Cunningham Maud Gary Mary Helen Schneider (Catherine Parker Ruth Cofer Annie Irwin Guards ghgjtojnf OttDicw. j . Two Visits Little Miss Freshie (may her sins decrease) ! Awoke one night from a dream of peace And saw within the candle-light of her room Making it sad like a day of gloom, " Chape " writing in the book of doom. Exceeding fear had made Miss Freshie bold, And to the presence in the room she said, " What writest thou? " Now " Chape " then raised her head. And with a look of " restrictions " accord. Answered, " The names of those who offend the law. " And is mine one? " said Freshie. " Yea, ' tis so, Replied the " Pres. " Fresh spoke more low But cherrily still, " 1 pray you then. Write me as one who in the least offends. Then Chape wrote and vanished. The next night She came again with great awakening light And showed the names of those with restrictions blessed, And lo! Maid Freshman ' s name led all the rest. LlDlE TORREY MlNTER. n Ethics Class: Why is Nellie Fargason so fond of repealing the word obligate? Can you guess? To My Alarm Clock Upon the chair beside my bed The faithful alarm clock stands. My clock, a trusty friend to be. With steady, out-stretched hands, And the tie that binds us each to each Is strong as iron bands. Week in, week out, e er morning light You can hear his jolly ring, You can hear him sing his shrilly song The length of every wing. At half-past four, from my deep sleep I am startled by his ding. Chilling, thrilling, stilling Round and around he goes, He wakes me to another task; To-day it ' s Latin prose. It must be done e ' er breakfast At the expense of a night s repose. I reckon thanks is due to thee For the lessons thou hast made; Thus do we toil at A. S. C. With the faithful alarm clock ' s aid; Thus do we burn the mid-night 01! And rise e er the night stars fade. From the Glee Club Model Cirh of A. S. C. We are heroines of this story true Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C. Models of decorum, examples to you Oh the model girls of A. S. C. We never broke a rule or regulation Don ' t know what it is to flunk examination All of our virtues defy tabulation Oh, the model girls of A. S. C. We are so industrious — we love to work Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C. None of our duties do we ever shirk Oh! the model girls of A. S. C. Studying is always our chief occupation Not enough to do is our worst tribulation We ve no time for men in our calculation Oh, the model girls of the A. S. C. We never eat indigestible messes Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C. We never wear those horrid hobble dresses Oh the model girls of A. S. C. After lights we never, never get a knock We are the joy and comfort of the Proc Our dear Miss Hopkins we never shock Oh the model girls of A. S. C. This of our story is the short and long Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C. This is the end of our little song Oh the model girls of A. S. C. We always act just as we ' re besought to And if you doubt this, well then you ought to Because we are model girls of A. S. C. The Freshman and the Yeast Along came a Freshman to Agnes Scott Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o Of knowledge and power she sought not Sing-Song, Kitty-hilchy-ki-me-o The first assignment was a regular course Sing-song, Kitly-hitchy-ki-me-o At first she tried then cried herself hoarse Sing-song, Killy-hilchy-ki-me-o She went to Lab. in Domestic Science Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o To try her hand at " food appliance " Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o One cup of flour, a pinch of salt Of yeast four cakes (or so she thought) Then knead all day and leave to rise The next day came nib with a good surprise. The rolls looked great and Freshie did eat Sing-song, Kitty-hilchy-ki-me-o But oh those four big cakes of yeast (Spoken) Given four cakes of yeast to one girl to prove: The result, (sack is blown up). They buried poor Freshie up in a tree Sing-song, Kitly-hitchy-ki-me-o That others passing, the martyr might gee. Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o And Their Names were Maude Once on a lime at Agnes Scoll Freshie Maude Gary and Freshie Maude Loll, Who ' d never seen snow unlil thai day, Went out together to romp and play. On Rebekah Scott porch they made a snow man And dressed him all up so spick and so span In full evening dress (except his red hat.) And there on the porch many a day he sat ; Till out at last came the cruel sun And spoiled what these Freshies had done. A Parody A fool there was and she did not think (Even as you and I.) Of the toil and the oil and the pots of ink, Of marks and how they needs must sink, And she took Arm ' s Comp. as quick as a wink (Even as you and I.) Oh, the hours we waste and the tears we waste, And the work of our head and hand. Belong to the course we can not do, (Which now we know we never can do) And never can understand. Of the toil we lost, mid-night oil we lost. And the excellent things we planned; Arm says, " do you think they are really worth whi! And now we know they are not worth while. And we wonder where we ' ll land. And it isn ' t the shame and it isn ' t the blame That slings like a white-hot brand. It ' s coming to know that we ' ve got to hop And write for that course we can not drop, Why? — we can not understand. Azelh HE lives in the storm, in the very stormiest part of it. She is the only white- ness to be found in all the deep darkness, but Azella controls it as she does everything and in her power lies its deep mightiness. To find her all other things must be put aside ; you must think of her only and then sometimes she comes. Often and when I need her most she will come and whisper that she, and she only, loves me truly. And I — well, always I have loved her and reverenced the very fierceness that brings her, that talks of her, that soothes me. I whisper her name ; she is near me and I am strong. Last night I needed her. I wanted her terribly. The thunder pealed, the lightning flashed, but there was no Azella. Somehow I could not get my mind off of other things enough to think of her only. I was disappointed and discouraged, for the storm was nearly over and I had not found her. But I did not give up — Azella despises that. " Ah, Azella, if I could tell you. If you could only know. " Then suddenly I saw her — not as she usually was, but somehow I knew her; it was my Azella. She was all red and dazzling and flashed into my dream, even more real to me than ever before. " Now, I ' m going to show you my real self; it is not white, but red, true red. " Then she came closer and I could see into the truest part of her — it was all as real and vivid and decided as the scarlet of her. And I knew as I had never known before that I loved her far above anything or any one. Then I saw that she was more to me than a childish fancy, more than favorite fairness — more even than the mere spirit that lived in the storm. She saw that I knew; it was what she had waited for. " I ' m going out of your sight. But not from your mind; not from your life. I ' ll come, and I am yours, only yours. And you are mine. " But Azella waited not for an answer. She, too, had looked deep down into my soul, as I into hers. She fled on the wheels of the storm. But as she went a great breath of perfume came back to me — it was real, enchanting, strong, even; yes, it was the scarlet fragrance the storm breathed back for me, for Azella. LlDIE TORREY MlNTER, ' 14. Directory St., Winston- Adams. Bertha, Pine Apple, Ala. Anderson, Beverley, 209 Madison St., Lynchburg, Va. Anderson, Grace L., Decatur, Ga Anderson, Margaret, 23 S. Cher Salem, N. C. Anderson, Mary, Barnesville, Ga. Ashcraft, Jean, Monroe, N. C. Baker, Katherine, 208 Madison St., Lynchburg, Va. Beach, Alice, Springfield, Tenn. Bedinger, Mary, 51 Waddell St., Atlanta, Ga. Black, Marion, 221 S. Court St., Montgomery, Ala. Blackburn, Antoinette, 489 Spring St., Atlanta, Ga. Blair, Lottie May, Monroe, N. C. Blair, Nell, Gadsden, Ala. Blue, Ruth, Union Springs, Ala., and 629 Pied- mont Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Bogacki, Olivia, 34 Commerce St., Montgomery, Ala. Bomer, Cherry, Vicksburs, Miss. Bost, Myrah, 314 Lake Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Brenner, Martha, 1363 Broad St.. Augusta, Ga. Briesenick, Gertrude, 509 G St., Brunewick, Ga. Brightwell, Nell, Decatur, Ga. Brower, Anne, Newnan, Ga. Brown, Edithe, Dothan, Ala. Brown, Elizabeth, Paragould, Ark. Brown, Helen, 535 Vine St., Chattanooga, Tenn. Brown, Margaret, 535 Vine St., Chattanooga, Tenn. Brown, Mary, Stamps, Ark. Brown, Ruth, Decatur, Ga. Bryan, Annie Pope, Decatur, Ga. Bryan, Mary, 623 S. 22d St., Birmingham, Ala. Bulgin, Elizabeth, Franklin, N. C. Candler, Allie, Druid Hills, Ga. Champe, Mary, Lexington, Va. Chason, Maude, Bainbridge, Ga. Clarke, Kate, 418 Alabama St., Montgomery, Ala. Clarke, Nell, 219 Ellis St., Augusta, Ga. Cobbs, Theodosia, 16 Iberville St.. Mobile, Ala. Cofer, Ruth, 61 Oak St., Atlanta, Ga. Colquitt, Anna, Mulberry, Fla. Converse, Harriet, Valdosta, Ga. Cooper, Cornelia, 155 Peoples St.. Atlanta. Ga. Crosswell, Mary, Greenville, S. C. Cunningham, Lois, 787 Ca ' der A e., Beaumont, Tex. Curry, Mae, Valdosta, Ga. Daley, Lucile, 228 Grant Bldg., Duke, Edna, Hefiin, Ala. Dukes, Frances, Quitman, Ga. Duncan, Beth, Elberton, Ga. Dunwoody, Cornelia, Kirkwood, DuPree, Nell, Hawkinsville, Ga Alia Elkins, Willie Mae, Locust Grove, Ga. Enzor. Mary, Troy, Ala. Fargason, Nellie, 45 Poplar Circle. Atlanta, Ga. Farmer, Janie, Dothan, Ala. Flegal, Irene, Monte Sano, Augusta, Ga. Fort, Mary Dudley, Americus, Ga. Frierson, Everette, Andalusia, Ala. Fuller, Sallie Belle, 85 E. Merrills Ave., Atlanta. Ga. Gary, Maude, 718 Greene St., Augusta, Ga. Gully, Annie, 2608 7th St., Meridian, Miss. Hall, Martha, Adel, Ga. Hall, Minnie, Columbus, Ga. ,, Ethel, No. 5, Box 165, Atlanta. Ga. ,, Jessie, Elba, Ala. ilton, Mary, Lexington, Va. sell, Sarah, Thomasville, Ga. Mienon, Calhoun, Ga. 423 Lexington Ave., Ft. Smith, Ha Ha Ha Ha W ar la Harper, Lil Ark. Harris, Grace, 912 Government St., Mobile. Ala. Harris, Mary, 912 Government St., Mobile, Ala. Harris, Lucile, 101 N. 19th St., Ft. Smith, Ark. Heaton, Genevieve, Decatur, Ga. Henderson, Joyce, Monticello, Ga. Herron, Sammie, Trezevant, Tenn. Hicks, Ruth, Dublin, Ga. Hill, Rosa, 616 Washington St., Greenville, S. C. Holmes, Mildred, Sylvester, Ga. Houser, Margaret, Anniston, Ala. Huff, Gladys, 215 1 5th St., Columbus, Ga. Hutcheson, Louise, Decatur, Ga. Hyer, Mary, Orlando, Fla. Irvin. Annie, 348 Telfair St., Augusta. Ga. lackson, Charlotte, Tuscumbia. Ala. Jenkins, Annie Tail, Crystal Springs, Miss. Joerg, Lusetle, Columbus, Ga. Joiner, Lily, Hawkinsville, Ga. Jones, Emma, Decatur, Ga. Kill, Mary Frances, Pa cagoula, Miss. Kelly, Annis, Vienna, Ga. Kelly, Mary, Monticello, Ga. Kelly, Martha, Monticello. Ga. Kennedy, Kathleen, Pulaski, Tenn. Kennedy, Katherine, Brick Ciurch, Tenn. King, Salhe Mai, Elkton, Tenn. Lee, Virginia, Monroe, N. C. Link, Mary Lawson, Abbeville, S. C. Lott, May Joe, 827 Union St., Brunswick, Ga Lott, Maude, 827 Union St., Brunswick, Ga. Maddox, Lula, 6701 Walker Ave., Birmingham, Ala. Maness, Mary Louise, Decatur, Ga. Marcus, Fannie, 122 Park Ave., W„ Savannah, Ga. Mayson, Fannie, 274 Ponce de Leon, Atlanta, Ga. Meek, Mabel, Warren, Ark. Miller. Linda, 461 W. Peachlree, Atlanta, Ga. Minler, Lidie, Lyler, Ala. Montgomery, Annie, Yazoo City, Miss. Montgomery, Florence, Yazoo City, Miss. Montgomery, Hallie Earle, 827 S. 30th St., Bir- mingham, Ala. Moon, Leonelle, Cartersville, Ga. Morgan, Roberta, Heflin, Ala. Moss, Emma Pope, Marietta, Ga. Murray, Ruth, Newnan, Ga. McAllister, Beatrice, Lavonia, Ga. McArthur, Louise, Mount Vernon, Ga. McArthur, Zollie, Fort Valley, Ga. McConnell, Ethel, Commerce. Ga. McDowell, Gertrude, Griffin, Ga. McElmurray, Ruth, Waynesboro, Ga. McEnlire, Rachel, Cartersville, Ga. MacGaughey, Janie. 66 Oak St., Atlanta, Ga. McGuire, Mildred, Franklin, N. C. Maclntyre, Marie, 95 Peeples St., Atlanta, Ga. McKay, Ethel, 560 Orange St., Macon, Ga. McLane, Annie Chapin, corner Spring and Brain- ard, Pensacola, Fla. McLarty, Anna, Decatur, Ga. McMath, Louise, 1514 2d Ave., Columbus, Ga. McMillan, Gladys, Pensacola, Fla. McMillan, Louise, Acworth, Ga. McNulty, Louise, Dawson, Ga. Naive, Lucy, 219 Marion St., Clarksville, Tenn. Newton, Janetle, Gabbettville, Ga. Norris, Joe, Hoopeston, III. Norwood, Isabel, 520 S. Perry St., Montgomery, Ala. Nuzum, Julia, 920 Greensboro Ave., Tuscaloosa, Ala. Oberlev, Louise, McRae, Ga. Parker, Catherine, 353 W. Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga. Peltingell, Hazel, 1923 Monroe St., Toledo, Ohio Pinkston, Eleanor, Greenville, Ga. Pillard, Mary, Winlerville, Ga. Powe s, Mary, Warren, Ark. Rawlings, Mary, Sandersville, Ga. Reid, Grace, Palmetto, Ga. Richardson, Kale, Rayle, Ga. Roberts, Essie, Fairburn, Ga. Roberts, Margaret, Valdosta, Ga. Roberts, Mary Glenn, Canton, Ga. Rogers, Hazel, Panola, Ala. Rogers, Janie, Gainesville, Ala. Rogers, Martha, 350 W. Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga. Rudich, Pearl, Hawkinsville, Ga. Sadler, Almedia, Sheffield, Ala. Scarborough, Lucile, Choccolocco, Ala. Schimelpfenig, Louise, Piano, Texas. Schneider, Mary Helen, Adams Block, Chattanooga, Tenn. Seymour, Ninuzza, 435 S. Court St., Montgomery, Ala. Slack, Ruth, LaGrange, Ga. Slade, Mary, Columbus, Ga. Sloan, Lavalette, 246 McCallie Ave., Chattanooga, Tenn. Smith, Florence, 238 W. Peachlree, Atlanta, Ga. Smith, Helen, Wauchula, Fla. Stackhouse, Mary, Americus, Ga. Staples, Jean, 528 Richmond Ave., Buffalo, N. Y. Stratford, Louise, 97 Capitol Square, Atlanta, Ga. Stearns, Carol, 29 Bellone St., Worcester, Mass. Summers, Katherine, Barnesville, Ga. Swaney, Frances, 401 High St., Chattanooga, Tenn. Sykes, Anna, Kianguin, China. Taylor, Edna, Cochran, Ga. Terrell, Grace, 95 Stonewall St., Atlanta, Ga. Towers, Laura Mel, 2019 I3lh Ave., Birmingham, Ala. Vick, Lucy. 718 N. 13th St.. Ft. Smith, Ark. Wade, Mary, Trenton, Tenn. Walker, Evelyn, Franklin, Ky. Wallace, Jean, Marietta, Ga. Warren, Louise, Waynesboro, Ga. Webb, Annie, 109 E. Broadway, Louisville, Ky. Wells, Marguerite, 724 Greene St., Augusta, Ga. West, Frances, 728 Candler Bldg., Atlanta. Ga. West, Mary, Decatur, Ga. White, Emy, Cartersville, Ga. White, Lula, 32 Howard St., Atlanta, Ga. White, Una, 32 Howard St., Atlanta, Ga. Agnes Scott College Advantages equal to those offered by best colleges for men. Resident students limited to Three Hundred. For Catalog, address F.H. GAINES, D.D.LLD., President DECATUR, GA. Have a Care for the Boy. Mothers: — C We would keep you ever pleasantly in touch with the Boy ' s Department at MUSE ' S. C There is much of interest here for you, and for the boy at all seasons. C Just now, the new spring catalog, teeming with captivating new things, will introduce to you many ideas, and help you to easy selections. Geo. Muse Clothing Co., 3-5-7 Whitehall Street, Atlanta, Georgia Toric Lenses Manufactured by Walter Bal- lard Optical Co. is a revelation to glass wearers prevents lashes from touching the lenses, also excludes the light from the outer corners. They have been pronounced by the leading ocu- lists the best of all glasses. ■— ' ' , ' . — N ' •Mfgkr If • v XT ' w -• • ' " .vM y A Sv Smm, Walter Ballard Optical Co. 85 Peachtree Street, Atlanta, Ga. Lester Book Stationery Co. Commercial Stationers Printers 60 Peachtree and 57 N. Broad Streets Atlanta, Georgia W. M. Stephenson j 8 Photographer @ Special Attention to College Work Atlanta Birmingham Manicure Massage Bookhammer Hair Dressing Parlors Dr. S. A. Bookhammer Surgeon-Chiropodist Scalp Treatment, Toilet Articles Hair Ornaments, Human Hair 69% Whitehall Street Phone M. 4889 Atlanta, Georgia Appropriate and Serviceable Gifts IN selecting a present, your thought- fulness will be appreciated if you secure something that is both use- ful and ornamental. Gold Jewelry, Sterling Silver, Rich Cut Glass, Leathpr Goods, Toilet Ware and Novelties, all suggest suitable arti- cles that will last. If you purchase the gift here the recipient will know you wanted her (?) to have the best. Write for 112 page illus rated catalogue Maier Berkele Incorporated Jewelry and Silversmiths 31-33 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga. |N THIS PAGE is pictured the birth- place, typographically speaking, of the publication before you. Here much thoughtful care has been given to the harmonious material development of the literary and artistic brain-children of the editors and contributors. Frankly, we believe the result of our labors to be commendable, else this page would not appear. But after all, you are the judge. What say you? FOOTE , DAVIES CO. ATLANTA, GA. SPECIALISTS IN EDUCATIONAL AND ART PRINTING — Everything in Books and Pictures — Cole Book and Art Company 85 Whitehall Street Fram- ing a Spe- cialty Established ISiil The Lowrp National Bank of Atlanta, Georgia Capital $1,000,000 Surplus and Profits $1,000,000 THE LARGEST IN GEORGIA Under Supervision of the U. S. Government Bankirjg in all its Departments. Letters of Credit and Traveler ' s Checks Available in all Parts of the World. C Interest Paid and Compounded Semi-Annually in our SAVINGS DEPARTMENT. N. C. Tompkins Good Printing Bell Phone 3763 16 W.Alabama St., Atlanta, Ga. Jno. L. Moore Sons Makers of Kryptok, Luxfel, and Amber eye glasses — most comfortable and dressy glasses made. 42 North Broad Street Grant Building, Atlanta Chamberlin - Johnson DuBose Company STANDS for the same high kind of service as AGNES SCOTT COLLEGE. Our fields are dif- ferent, of course. The College is training young women to the best ways of living — a high and splen- did work. We are working to impress the trade with the best ideals in buying and selling. We are trying to make everything just right — even the smallest transactions. We Want the Patronage of the A. S. C. Girls Chamberlin-Johnson- DuBose Company Atlanta The Best Eatables atthe Rogers Store is Opposite the Decatur, Georgia, Railway Station THE Fanciest Candies, the Choicest Fruits, New Imported Nuts, De- licious Cakes, Figs, Raisins, com- plete line of Bottled and Canned Goods of the highest quality, all at lowest cash prices. Headquarters for Cailler ' s Swiss Milk Chocolate; 40c half lb., Cakes 25c. s @ s g s s s Agnes Scott Velvet Pumps In Black and Brown They are the Swellest Ever Look for name in a Red Seal on the back J. K. Orr Shoe Co. Atlanta J. P. Allen Co. Women ' s and Misses ' Ready-to-Wear Garments Millinery and Corsets 51-53 Whitehall Street Not " how much " but " how good " is the question everyone should ask in buying Candy The old saying that " a man is judged by the candy he gives " holds good to-day :: :: same as always. Buy the best — don ' t take the " just as good kind. " :: :: Nothing quite equals Famous Bon-Bons and Chocolates They are in a Distinctly Exclusive Class to Themselves Orders receive Prompt and Careful Attention. Just give us the name and address and Uncle Sam does the rest Brown Allen 24 Whitehall St. Reliable Druggists Atlanta, Georgia ATLANTA ' S LEADING FLORIST. Roses, Violets, Carnations and Chrysanthemums Cut flowers shipped to any point in the south. Write, wire or phone. Orders will receive prompt attention. Candler Bldg., 123 Peachtree St. Don ' t Fail to See Our Line of Spring Oxfords and Pumps — before you buy, as we will have in a few days the — " smartest of the season. " R. C. BLACK, 35 Whitehall Davison-Paxon-Stokes Company Store of Many Departments 57-61 Whitehall Street Atlanta, Georgia Bell Phones 119 and 132 Atlanta Phone 334 FOR CHOICE Flowers and Pretty Plants for all occasions, go to the West View Floral Co. 105 Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga. Max Kutz Millinery Authoritative Styles Dependable Quality 38 Whitehall St. Atlanta, Georgia Compliments Phillips Crew Company Atlanta Savannah Established 1865 Kodaks — and Everything Worth While in PHOTOGRAPHY at our New Store. Skill- ful Developing and Printing Glen Photo Stock Co. 117 Peachtree St., Atlanta Opposite Peidmont Hotel M. L. W I S E Cleaner and Dyer Steam Cleaning, Dry Cleaning, Dyeing, Pressing and Altering of Ladies ' and Gentlemen ' s Fine Garments. Telephones Jvp 841 and Itw 21 Works; 10th and Boulevard Office: 820 Peachtree Street Atlanta, Georgia The Atlanta National Bank Atlanta, Georgia Oldest National Bank in the Cotton States Capital $1,000,000 Surplus and Profit? $1,125,000 Deposits $6,500,000 The Eugene V. Haynes Company Have Decidedly the Handsomest Stock of Artistic Gold Jewelry To be Found in Atlanta Alwavs Something New. A. S. C. Class Pins Just Received Eugene V. Haynes Co., Jewelers and importers Atlanta For pretty walls, without laps or spots, use Deco-Mura The New Sanitary Wall Finish Manufactured by The Tripod Paint Company Dealers in Paints, Oils, Wall Paper, etc. 37-39 N. Pryor St., ATLANTA, GA. Bell Phone 1576 Main Atlanta Phone 1654 Roundtree Trunk and Bag Company W. Z. Turner, Manager 11 Whitehall Street A. McD. Wilson. Pres. F. W. Bradt. Mgr A. R. Barth. Sec ' y-Treas. A. Med. Wilson Co. Wholesale Grocers Phone 804 55 and 57 East Alabama St. Atlanta, Georgia Southern Colleges Nearly all of those which issue hand- somely engraved Anniversary and Commencement Invitations are having them done by a Southern firm, who are doing very artistic work. We refer to J. P. STEVENS, of Atlanta, Ga. Invitation committees would do well to obtain their prices and samples before placing their orders Choicest Cut Flowers and Bouquets in the Citp if. 9 91 ,9ly ?r S reet Bell Phone Ivy 4969 Atlanta Phone 2712 Kodak Films Developed Free Prints made at regular prices. Quality Ma- terials, Honest Work. 10(1 Engraved Cards $1. Picture Framing, Reasonable Prices. A. S. C. Pennants and Sofa Pillows in stock and made to order. lennis Racquets and Athletic Goods. All goods guaranteed. Money refunded. THE COLLEGE " COOP " Shellp Ivu, Manager 97 Peachtree Street an rlrrt thr (Sift Krese nf Dub lis Writ vS ' turr. Ittbbs Iteg (£». btfce the l tr«,rst hnjuirtjttinits nf Jr ' inr China itt thr ;S ' nnth. 5J " -Xortlt frvor ptrtsl J. Regenstein Company Millinery and Ready-to- Wear Goods, Veiling Hosiery, Rib- bo ns, Neck- _ wear Novelties 40 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga. New York Office; 637 Broadway Headquarters for- Tennis Goods, Silverware and Cut Glass King Hardware Co. 53 Peachtree St. Atlanta, 87 Whitehall St. Georgia Frohsins Ladies ' Misses ' and Children ' s Ready-to-Wear Garments Centemeri Gloves 50 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga. Dry Cleaning Dyeing Special Attention to Out-of-Town Orders French Dry Cleaning Co. JOSEPH MAY SONS 169 Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga. Meet Me at CONE ' S 60 Whitehall The Well-Dressed Girl Wears Well-Made SHOES From BYCK ' S He ' ll be glad to see us. I ' ll treat to soda " A Good Drug Store «||||; Atlanta, Birmingham Atlantic R.R. Jf " The Standard of Excellence in Service " Double Daily Electric Lighted Trains between Atlanta, South Georgia, Brunswick, and Florida. 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