Agnes Scott College - Silhouette Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

Text from Pages 1 - 236 of the 1913 volume:

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Cberpgiri meets Corturc Executive Com m ittee 20 26 40 kene VI. €bcrpgtrl eanslbers tbe jFacuItp Faculty 44 »tene VII. €berpgirl meets ttjc WAat pivit 48 Fresh ma.n-Sophomoke Fight CANTICLE II Cftr iUnti of Cittit learning kene I. Cberpgirl joins tlje Band of tlje Hittle page learned 50 Sophomore Class kene II. Cbcrpgirl falls in toittj ecrecp 56 kene III. Cberpgirl meets (gaiety 70 Organizations kene IV. Cberpgirl meets Uramatirs 90-91 kene V. Valiant appears? 98 Athletics CANTICLE III % )t Cant! of ©ope kene I. Cberpgirl joins tijc Band of |dribilege 106 .!i mok Class kene II. Cberpgirl meets tlje Scribe 114 Silhouette, Aurora CAN ' I COLE IV % )t romiseti Hanti kene I. Cberpgirl acljiebes tlje quest and finds learning 170 Senior Class Epilogve IjJlL ' 1 i JC Wp ll ' ' - Editors do not offer any ■P apology for the rather un- j usual form in which this vol- ume of The Silhouette is presented, believing, and at least sin- cerely trusting, that the change from the conventional and time-honored year-book will meet with approval, and will make amends for all crudities that may be apparent. However, for the plan of the book let us say that we are, of course, under ob- ligations to " Everywoman, " the modern morality play by Walter Browne. Ulfl express our applanation for all thai Ijp tjas haw, in loyalty ano faithfulness tn tljr stuopnts of ms oeoirate tijis unlume to 3. i. JR. AvmwUnb ..... I J ano ??er pilgrimage 3n ©ue£t of learning. Being a cmi Uramatic ano Mtjollp Veracious Chronicle 3n f our CantideS ano Bibcrtf § tmz$. Prologue J!3obo0p Lo! I, Nobody, since the fate of Everygirl I know, Am here to speak this prologue, ' — tell you how she came to go To Agnes Scott, where all the scenes in this our drama lie: When Everygirl did conquer high school and for college sigh, As then she deeply pondered, standing with reluctant feet Just where those sharp divisions known as brook and river meet, Then suddenly stood Rumor, mirrored in the crystal stream, And spake with words well painted, and with voice as in a dream: " I, Rumor, sent from Agues Scott to speak to all the fair Am come to tell you of all the pleasant things that wait you there. There Learning, whom you wish to seek, doth hold his councils dread To which do flock all languages — the living and the dead; And Science, Art, and Lit ' rature, the servants of this king, Are taught by young professors wise, who know ' most everything. For her who comes to seek him and her life at college lives Great Learning has a B. A. which he after four years gives. " Thus saying, Rumor vanished. Everygirl cried on the spot, — " Oh, I will seek thee, Learning, and I ' ll go to Agnes Scott! " JLj .1 i. JL Mm. CANTICLE I C1)c Canto of innocence Scene 1 g t)c (Enters ttyt 2En eq a£s Everygirl dismounts from the Decatur car with Nobody. Evebygiel (looking about in dismay): Can this place here be Agnes Scott? NOBODY : No, I assure you it is not; This place is but the underpass. Eveeygiel : I can not go through there, alas! Nobody : Great learning must be reached through here; Nobody ' s with you, never fear; Nobody carries your suit-case; Nobody sees your frightened face. Everygirl starts resolutely through. She is met half-way by Homesickness, her little dog. Evebygiel (in great distress): Homesickness, doggie, go away! This is no place for you to stay. (aside) : My first night out of home for years — I ' ll let Nobody see my tears. Homesickness will not dog my steps, For pleasant eomp ' ny always helps. {Continued on Page 12) in Jl 1 JLJL . . ... ' . -, .. Scene 2 )c 3oin£ t )t Innocents Hall in Main Building. Crowd of Innocents stand before door of Classification Committee Boom and talk in awed whispers. Timidity Freshman: They say the Three Fates stay in there, All fierce and Avise beyond compare. They ask you everything you know, And scare you till you have no show. Boastfulness Freshman : Pshaw ! I have here a little note That dear Miss High School for me wrote To tell them that I passed with ease, And they must put me where I please. Door opens and Everygirl stumbles out. Timidity : Poor thing! She does look awful blue! Chorus : Oh, tell us quick ! What did they do ? Everygirl : Oh, don ' t ask me ! I ' m scared to death ; They talked me till I ' m out of breath. I to the Innocents belong. (I should be Sophomore; they are wrong.) They gave me sixteen hours, they say. How can I work that much a day? Homesickness greets her. Minnie Make-Belie re Dignity ambles up and addresses the crowd with aristocratic indifference. 12 HE SILHOUETTE f Minnie Make-Believe Dignity: If Everygirl is standing near, I have a message for her. Everygirl (in excitement) : Here ! Minnie Make-Believe Dignity : I have just took the message clown : — Sir Georgia Tech has come to town. He tried to get you yesterday, And wants to see you right away. Everygirl : He wants to take me to the show ; I ' ll go and phone him that I ' ll go ! Chorus of Innocents : You can not go to town alone. Minnie Make-Believe Dignity : The students does not use the phone. ( Continued on Page 20 ) THE SILHOUETTE $ Freshman Class Helen Allison Lillian Anderson Lucile Boyd Martha Beadshaw Emmee Branhaji Clara Briesnick corinne briggs Elizabeth Bl ' rke Pauline Byrd Annie Cameron Lorine Carter Susie Christie Laura Cooper Louise DuPre Louisa Faucette Mary Ferguson Lucile Finney Margaret Fields MEMBERS Annie Mary Fuller Ei.oise Gay- Flora GaILLAKD Ora Glenn Evelyn Goode Ruby Gray- Kay Harvison Charis Hood Mahota Horn Josie Jones Lillian Johnson- Mary Will Kennon Rebekah Lackey Katherine Lindamood Sue McEachern Julie MacInty-re Genevieve McMillan LULA McMUHRAY- Dorothy Mustin Alvice Myatt Louise Oberley Margaret Phythian Eva Powers Mali n da Roberts Madge Roberts Esther Rogers Janie Rogers Martha Ross Lavenah Vinson Magaea Waldron Pearle Waters Alice Weatherly Clara Weeks Clara Whips Elizabeth Willett Louise Wilson- THE S1LHOU " 1 I i Freshman Class Colors: Blue and White Flower: White Rose Motto : " Agis quod agis " OFFICERS FIRST TERM MARGARET PHYTHIAN President JULIE McINTYRE Vice-President JOSIE JONES Secretary and Treasurer se cond term JULIE McINTYRE President GENEVIEVE McMILLAN Vice-President ALICE WEATHERLY Secretary and Treasurer LILLIAN JOHNSON, Class Poet ALVICE MYATT, Class Historian S¥ I ¥.¥ £ ¥ T T ' t i ' " 7 . Freshman History fcrliESH from the home and its sacred fireside ; from the little church ■ where the sunlighl came through the old, stained windows; fresh WW from the graduating class where flowers and frills and furbelows made our new dignity glorious; fresh from the social circle in which we were about to be acknowledged as " ladies " ; just fresh, — that ' s all ! The family circle announced the decision : The graduate could go to college. Wet eyes and good-byes. A seat in the Pullman — loneliness, desolation, and heart-longings. The trip made, and then the crowds of strange faces and unfamiliar scenes and streets. The college reached — up the long, front walk, past the groups of whispering, laughing girls, and into the tall, brick buildings, imposing iu their cold newness. Our Freshman history had indeed begun, and the rapid succession of the past few days was left a misty, incoherent dinwiess in our minds. " Alices in Wonderland, " we were soon royally initiated into the unknown mysteries of the " rat ' s " life by the serious and impressionistic orders of the Sophs. Expected to cringe before their awe-inspiring dignity and imperious demands, our Freshman mind turned to the all-absorbing question of the day arbitration. Why make a barbarous repetition of the fight of days gone by ' ( Why, just because one cold, bleak morning a troop of white apparitions interrupted our dreams of home and made us a ghostly presentation of a " set of rules, " display an ante-bellum spirit ? By quiet submission to the letter of the law we triumphantly turned the tables on the Sophs, and, by our action, made an appeal to reason, which suspended the " factious warfare " of the previous ages. The Freshmen, poor, ignorant, untried babies, proved the great pacificators of the day and set a precedent worthy of exemplification by the classes which are yet to come to Agues Scott. Three cheers for our Freshman Class of 1916 which settled the discordant element toward the Sophs by the heretofore untried plan of arbitration ! 18 . .. ' wlJL.. . . -: • , w Jly ' JL 1 JC The year over, the trunk packed, the station reached. Homeward bound. The Freshman year complete. Good-byes. More wet eyes. The bell rings. Home again! May every Freshman of the year 1 ! ) 1 :i carry to the home of her childhood that freshness of ardor, purity, and purpose that make college life worth while! And may that home-coming after the first year at college ever be a fresh, new wreath upon the brow of every true girl who awaits this blessed time ! A. M., ' 16. jTresJjman Cla0s poem Hero ' s to our Freshman year of college life! Here ' s to its liope and fear, its toil and strife. Its brightness and despair, its gloom and fun; Here ' s to the things we ' ve learned with hitter tears. Here ' s to the things we ' ve tried with foolish fears. Here ' s to the things we ' ve planned for future years. — The things we ' ve done and those we ' ve left undone Perhaps we ' ve lost some battles bravely fought. Perhaps the victories won were dearly bought: What matters that if ours is not the blame? Missteps and errors often must creep in : To err unwittingly is not to sin: Our best ideals we can never win: — ' Tis only lack of effort calls for shame. Behind, then, let us leave all vain regret : Our tears, our cares, our worries let ' s forget. And bravely look the future in the face. Without a pause for shirking or for rest. On let us march, — on, on. with noble zest. To turn our " good " to " better " and to " best, " And win by worthy work an honored place. 19 Piety and Every girl come in arm in arm.. IETV Y. W. sends a bid by me To ask you for your company. To kelp run Homesickness away, Ske holds a reception to-day. If you will wear your calling card, To meet the girls will not be hard. They ' ll entertain you in the shade, While Charlotte serves you lemonade. (Continued on Page 26) 20 Cabinet of Young Women ' s Christian Association President Charlotte Jackson Secretary Lottie May Blair Vice-President Marion Black Treasurer Elizabeth Joiner Jackson McConnell Black Blair Joiner Enzor Harris Conns Towers Hill ■3 Young Women ' s Christian Association ORKING ever toward a more complete fulfillment of the motto, " To bring every girl to Christ, to build her up in Christ, to send her out for Christ, " the Young Women ' s Christian Association of Agnes Scott has come to be one of the most potent factors in the life of the college. With the constant help and sympathy of the Faculty and a spirit of hearty cooperation from the students, it h as been an inspiring task to seek a carrying out of the lines of work planned by the various committees; and, to crown the whole " , there has been divine blessing- greater than could be asked or thought. A membership of ninety -five per cent, of the student body ; nine mission study classes ; forty-six girls enrolled in the Bible study classes, besides those who are studying the International Sunday-Sehool Lessons ; a budget of six hundred and forty dollars ; and a strong spirit of comradeship and mutual interest among the girls, — these are some of the things which have brought about greater usefulness of the Association during the past year. Among the many sources of inspiration and of spiritual benefit, there stands out preeminently the Young .Women ' s Christian Association Council in November, when Agnes Scott had as guests representatives from various Georgia schools, who were led in a study of m ore effectual Association methods by ' Miss Oolooab Burner, .Miss Anna I). Casler, Miss Mary Dudley Powell, and Miss Mary Fleming Porter. We also had the privilege of having a series of meetings in February conducted by Miss Bertha Conde of New York, the senior secretary of the National Board. Thus, as we look back on the work of the past and catch a vision of greater tilings yet to be accomplished, we feel that " surely goodness and mercy have fol- lowed us, " and that we can work with deeper interest until the Association shall bring every girl at Agnes Scott to the broadest development, — physically, socially, mentally, spiritually, — to " the fullness of the measure of the stature of Christ. " C. Jackson, ' 14. f " " " ■ " v. SILHO " THE SEVENTH ANNUAL CONVENTION GEORGIA STUDENTS ' MISSIONARY LEAGUE ROME, GEORGIA NOVEMBER 8, 9 and 10, 1912 DELEGATES LAURA MEL TOWERS CHARLOTTE JACKSON FRANCES DUKES SALLIE CARR RE RUTH BLUE CHARIS HOOD MARTHA BRENNER MARY KELLY MISS EDITH APPLEYARD, Chaperon Always will November the eighth, ninth and tenth, of the year nineteen hundred and twelve, stand out as the happiest and most well-spent days in the lives of nine persons who were so fortunate as to attend the Georgia Students ' Missionary League at Rome. So much happened in those few days, each moment being filled with something that we wanted to remember to bring back to our fellow-students. And oh ! how we longed for each girl at Agnes Scott to share with us those inspiring gatherings where our souls came in touch with such wonderful and enthusiastic men as Rev. Chas. Hounshell, Dr. F. W. Ayers, and Prof. Chas. R. Foster and others. Never can we tell of the feeling which overcame vis when we visited the Berry School. This is such a wonderful place and we, as Agnes Scott girls, feel a keen interest in this school. Girls could not be more enthusiastic than we are. The atmosphere of the whole Convention was overpowering. The gathering of so many students, all with the same purpose, brought more clearly than ever to each delegate the truth of this purpose and what it really means to us and especially to others. No college could have been more hospitable than Shorter ; none could have been more suited for the Convention ; and no days could have been more profit- ably spent than those memorable days of the 1912 Convention. 24 Delegates to Rome Scene 4 g t)t MtttfS g orietp Everygirl passes by on a rush with Society. Homesickness, deserted, weeps. Homesickness (between sobs): Xow Everygirl is rushing round so much, She treats me like a dog, I do declare. She ' s going out to walks and feasts and such, And she doesn ' t see poor Homesickness in there. She talks with all the other Innocents ; They simply can not tell you what to do, For they all know " green " stands for " ignorance ' And yet you feel " homesick " if you are " blue. " {Continued on Page . ' iO) 26 SILHOUETTE Propylean Literary Society OFFICERS FIRST TERM LAV ALETTE SLOAN President FRANCES DUKES Vice-President HELEN SMITH Secretary MARY HYER Treasurer ZOLLIE McARTHUR Censor MARION BLACK Critic ROBERTA MORGAN Sergeant-at-Arms second term ALLIE CANDLER President MARY ENZOR Vice-President MARY BROWN Secretary CHERRY BOMER Treasurer HELEN BROWN Censor MARY BRYAN Critic ANNE MONTGOMERY Sergeant-at-Arms 28 Norwood Pittaud Hicks Da% Waters Brown Reid Jones McGuire Bulgin 29 scofield waddell harris Gray Minter Meek Morgan Miller Dunlap Hamilton 30 M. Brown Schoen H. Brown Mary Brown Du Pre Farley Sloan Glenn Duncan Willett Bryan Bruneb Myatt Enzor McEachern Spence Bradshaw Fisher L. Anderson M. Anderson 32 McArthvi: McCltjre Joiner Dl ' KES Smith Pope Towers Moss EOGERS Black Candler McGriRE 33 i I I I IN Mnemosynean Literary Society OFFICERS FIRST TEKM ELEANOR 1TNKSTON President THEODOSIA COBBS Vice-President CHARLOTTE JACKSON .....Secretary KATHERINE KENNEDY Treasurer SARAH HANSEEL Critic MARY HELEN SCHNEIDER Censor LOTTIE HAY BLAIR Librarian SECOND TERM JANIE MacGAUGHEY President GRACE HARRIS Vice-President DAISY KING : Secretary MARTHA ROGERS Treasurer CHARLOTTE JACKSON - Critic ROSA HILL , Censor FRANCES KELL Librarian 34 €- Sl. :?.! £; 1 Ash craft Cameron J. -Tones Bkiggs guthman obeeley waldron Fields Gaillard Bogle Biiixkley Wells M. Roberts Powers Faucette Mustin Taylor M. Blue R. Blue Kennedy McKay Naive Brenner Qlark. West MacIntyre McDowell Kennedy G. Brtesenick Jenkins 36 Bukke Jackson MacGaughet Bogacki Camp C. Bkiesenick Weatherly Smith Carter Houser Clakk Yeomans hart 0. Jackson Hill 37 Lambdin Ross B. Andebson Robertson Kell Ferguson Walker Sadler Taylor Whips Fuller Geohegan Kennon Lott Adams 38 Schneider Hansell Wll.KI I! son Richardson Maddox Christie E. Roberts M. Ho iers GOODE Kelly Gat Blair M. West Harris Wilson it " % in -||- -g— « r if mr nr ™x nr r " in Scene 5 § $t ffltttg Corture Scene: The Executive Room. " Exec " on the platform holds court. Everygirl kneels before her. Torture stands over her with a stick. Exec: Miss Everygirl, some tales have reached my ear, The which I am most sorely grieved to hear. How can it be that you did break our law And flirt with that. Decatur boy you saw ? At " Brown and Allen ' s, " Georgia Tech you meet And go to moving-pictures up the street. And after lights you make such awful noise That that is even worse than flirting with the boys. Now is this so? Everygirl : I ' ll not prevaricate — I did it, and repentance comes too late. Exec : Well, Everygirl for this shall " campussed " be, And not for three long weeks shall she be free. {Continual on Page J J ) 40 Officers of Student Government ELIZABETH JOINER President ELEANOR PINKSTON Vice-President MARY BROWN Secretary MARTHA ROGERS Marshal 42 Y ■:■■--; ..,-.-.■, -- . ■ SI ■ UE Members of Executive Committee ELIZABETH .JOINER President ELEANOR PINESTON Vice-President MARY BROWN Secretary MARTHA ROGERS • Marshal senior class members Janie MacGaughey Emma Pope .Moss junior class members Lottie May Blair Mart Pittard sophomore class members Martha Brenneb Grace Geohegan freshman class members Ora Glenn Louisa Faicette 43 LHOUETTE Scene 6 M tyt €ansibcts tfyc jfacultp Everygirl aits in her room with Xobody. EvEKYGIKX : I ' ve looked about for Learning ' far and near; For Rumor told me that he ' d meet me here. But all I find is that fierce Faculty That does so hate all Innocents like me ! They smile so sweetly on you when they pass ; Then use their sword " Exams " on you in class. Nobody Xobody warned you that they ' d act that way, And all that you could do was to obey. Nobody knows the virtues of this clan Or Learning, if it woman be or man. For " Arm, " Arbuekle, and Miss Smith, you see, All three can sport with pride a Ph. I). And many others do an A. M. claim. But they are not Great Learning, just the same. So you must beep on searching and be gay, For where there is a will there is a way ; And if they give more work than you can do Xobody knows how on earth you ' ll get through. (Continued on Page J 8) 44 ' ' Ann " and Miss Lillian here we sec, Not doing a blessed thing But jogging along quite merrily. Discussing the styles for spring. " Your hat ' s so becoming, Miss Smith, " said " Arm, As downward she cast her looks. ' ' Ah, sir, indeed, it does no hahn To study more than books. " " 1 love to hear you play, " said she, And raised her pretty head. " Der style iss goot. You surprise me. As his reply, he said. " Now let us to the church, " said she, " Where I, with great delight, May listen as you play to me From morning until night. " There was a woman, as I ' ve heard tell. Who came to Decatur, her knowledge to sell ; But, " absolutely, " they acted so queer, She sailed back to Germany inside of a year. ...:...vj " -: - ;— . " Oh, where art thou going, my pretty maid ? " " To milk Bettina, sir, " she said. " I ' ll escort you, if you ' re afraid. " " Mind your own business, sir, " she said. We think of Miss Young as teaching Math, But really you should know She follows quite a different path And loves the 10-cent show. " Now, Joseph, don ' t you think I ' m Sweet V This maid remarked one day. He hung his head, gazed at his feet, And didn ' t know what to say. Scene 7 Every girl, walking on the campus, is confronted by the Indian — Wat Spirit. Wab-Spieit : Heap much War-Spirit am I — Everygirl can ' t pass me by. Sophomores summon you to fray ; Great big battle here to-day. Call your troops to victory ; You shall lead the " Infantry. " Eveeygiel (crying in alarm) : Freshmen ! Freshmen ! rally here ! Sophomore force is coming near ! Bring our banner made of " sheet " ; With that flag we can ' t get " beat. " Freshmen appear from all sides cheering. Freshmen : Freshmen ! Freshmen ! is our cry : V-i-c-t-o-r-y ! Sophomores come flying in. Sophomoee Captain : Hurry, girls ! they ' re over here. One — two — three ! Now give the cheer. Sophs : Rah, Eah, Eah ! Eah Rah Rah ! Freshie wants her mah, mah, mah ! Eveeygiel : Let ' s pin our banner on the wall Over at the Science Hall. Sophojiokes (singing) : Oh, you can not pass the Sophomore Class. When we go on a spree We ' re rough and tough, and hard to bluff — We ' re used to it, you see. The Freshies think they ' re it, but wait till they get hit ! Oh, you cau not pass the Sophomore Class When we go on a spree. ( Continued on Page 50 ) 48 c THE sii. ,;ette •v. CANTICLE II 3to tf)e Canti of iLtttle learning Scene 1 )t 3otn£ tt)e 38anb of tf)c tittle learned Scene: The front of the Main Building. Groups of iris .stand in front. Sophomore I : Oh, girls, look yonder! Every girl has come. Sophomore II : Thank goodness! for I know she ' ll make things hum. Everygirl rushes up the wall- with Frivolity and Nobody. Everygiel : Oh, gee ! but I am glad to be back here ! You bet, we ' re going to have good times this year. And say, I had the best time on the train ! I wouldn ' t mind to take that trip again. Sophomore I : Great goodness ! Did you get to come alone ? Everygirl : Nobody was along to chaperon. And say! I brought the cutest girl with me; I want you all to meet Frivolity. We both will join the Little Learned class. And she ' ll be sure to make things " come to pass. " We two will room up on the second floor — Come on with us and we will tell you more. Exit Everygirl and Frivolity, followed by the band of the Little Learned. Nobody gazes after them with admiration. ( Continued on Page 56 ) 50 n r hi l h P Q SILHOUETTE opftomore Class poem With many a gift has fortune fairly graced Our class wherein her utmost trust is placed ; To art of daring still is granted beauty Tn that we ever " dare to do our duty. " Now. who would leave her errand unfulfilled. Or else, like Dam Araehne, he too skilled In vain conceit to heed the truth before her, And having viewed a goddess to ignore her? Midst divers paths the one we would have trod Ts Duty, " Daughter of the voice of God. " Stern fate relents when courage holds full sway, Sweet sympathy is comrade on the way. Our motto he the watchword with us all ; Our hearts in unison await the call That summons each to laurels justly won. And crowns each righteous act we may have done. Ntxuzza Seymour, ' 15. 52 Sophomore Class Colors: Black and Gold Flower: Daisy Motto: " Let us dare to 1 our duty as we understand it " OFFICERS FIRST SEMESTER MARION BLACK President MARY HELEN SCHNEIDER Vice-President SALLIE MAE KING :. Secretary second semester BEVERLEY ANDERSON President MARY KELLY Secretary HENRIETTA LAMBDTX Vice-President NINUZZA SEYMOUR Poet KATE RICHARDSON Historian EXECUTIVE MEMBERS MARTHA BRENNER GRACE GEOHEGAN 53 THE SILHOUETTE • Sophomore Class History X the day of September the nineteenth, 1911, we, the illustrious Class of 1915, first opened our ey.es on college life. No, we disclaim the honor of being green on that first day. We were all-wise, all-know- ing, and had the world in a swing. True, we were from Hillsborough, Pikesville, and even from Griffin, but we had won our little high-school diplomas, and had been envied by the first-graders. And now we were entering college, and all around ns shone the light of self-satisfaction. Oh, but that we could have seen ourselves as others saw us ! How many heartaches and useless little fits of temper and indignation we would have been spared. They told us we were green, and our minds needed training; and therefore we must take Latin and even cut p frogs to develop these small spots of intellect, This was, indeed, a heart-rending blow to our conceited opinions of ourselves, but we stood it all and determined to " Do our duty, as we understood it. " But why dwell longer on this unfortunate period ' . For we can see now that we were green — green as those little frogs. But were Ave not all green at some time of our lives ' . And so, we look back on those days with only the most pleasant memories. Xow the Freshman green changes to the Sophomore purple, — the royal purple, — and we lay aside our humble, babyish demeanors and take on the look that for years past has characterized all Sophomores. We would have nothing so undignified as the roly-poly Freshman-Sophomore fight of previous years. This was our first resolution. Therefore, in its place is recorded, for the first time in the history of Agues Scott, the firm and " must-be-obeyed " rules by Sophomores for the governing and directing of all Freshmen. They wore their hair in pigtails and gave to us most reverential bows as they passed ; and so we ruled them with a rod of iron and started them out just right in their college lives. But this history would not be complete without including our famous political speeches delivered in the recent United States Presidential election held at Agnes Scott. Thus we see our class conquering all obstacles and winning new laurels in every field ; and, with firm steps and steadfast purposes, wending our way toward the coveted goal in the year of 1915. Kate L. Richardson. 54 .. ; SILHOUETTE Sophomore Class Beverley Anderson Marion Black Cherry Bomer Martha Brenner Gertrude Briesenick Annie PorE Bryan Sallie Carrere Ruth Cofer Willie Mae Elkins Grace Geohegan Jessie Ham Mary Hamilton Mary Hyer Annis Kelly Mary West Sallie Mae King Henrietta Lambdin Maude Lott Ltjla Maddox Roberta Morgan Mildred McGuire Catherine Parker Grace Reid Ninuzza Seymour Mary Helen Schneider Kate Richardson Mary ' Wade Frances West Lucy Naive Edna Taylor E SILHOUETTE Scene 2 £ fyt %icav$ of ecrecp Xobody : Nobody comes to warn yon, Everygirl, of something new: That yon must very thoughtful be and careful what you dr For Secrecy, in white robes, is a-stalking round about, And Secrecy will get you " if you don ' t watch out. " (Continued oh Page 70) 56 ■s- ,m cc Margaret Anderson. ' 15 Marion Black. ' 15 Martha Bradshaw. ' l(i Aixie Candler, ' 13 Frances Dukes, ' 13 Mart Hamilton, ' 15 Vivien Hart, ' ]fi Lucii.e Harris, ' 15 Rosa flux. ' 15 .Josh: Jones. ' 10 Alvice Myatt, ' 10 Isabel Norwood, ' 15 Margaret Roberts, ' 13 Janie Rogers, ' 15 Almedia Sadler, ' 15 Mary Helen Schneider. ' ]. ' Laura Mel Towers. ' 13 Jean Wallace, ' 15 Alice Weatherly, ' 16 Mary West. ' 15 t 0 %- ■2 A J %J JL A. J. JL Sigma Delta Phi SOB.OE.ES IN C0LLEGI0 Mynelle Blue, ' 16 Union Springs, Ala. Ruth Blue, ' 14 Union Springs, Ala. Olivia Bogacki, ' 13 - Montgomery, Ala. Gladys Camp, ' 10 Lynchburg, Va. Kate Clark. ' 13 Montgomery. Ala. Henrietta Lambdin, 15 = Barnesville, Ga. Roberta Morgan, ' 15 Hetlin. Ala. Dorothy Musti.n, ' 10 Augusta, Ga. Helen Smith. ' 13 Wauchula, Fla. Elizabeth Willett, ' 10 Anniston. Ala. sorores in t rbe Mrs. Harold Wey (Carol Stearns) .Mrs. George Low.nes (Inez Wilkerson ) in collegio aeterno .Mrs. Gordon Baker (Mary Hooper) Died March. 1913. -■■■ ' ;■ ' a EiE SILHOUETTE % Ethel McKay Xinuzza Seymour Essie Roberts Kate Richardson Elizabeth Bueke Evelyn Goode Bevebley Anderson Willie Belle Jackson Lotjise Oberley Louise McXulty Edna Taylor Julie McIntybe Sarah Hansell Eloise Gay Elizabeth Walker Louise Wilson Agnes Robertson Zollie McArthur 68 Nobody Scene 3 9fyz Jfinb 0tljcr €lub$ " Vat a t ' ing iss lofe of ' coundry, ' " praised in every man ! Everygirl is also praised for loyalty to clan. State clubs, music chdas, and such; society and Frat — These shall Everygirl now join, and loyal be at that. (Continued on Page 90) 70 Arkansas Travelers On a slow train, but not in Arkansas Lucile Hakkis. { ' resident Alma Buchanan Omah Buchanan Elizabeth Brown Mary Brown Vivien Hart Ray Harrison Mabije Meek Devaney Pope L. M. Blair... J. Ashcraft... M. Anderson L. McGtJIRE North Carolina Club OFFICERS Governor 0. Glenn Secretary Lieutenant-Governor E. Taylor Treasurer Auditor H. Smith Attorney-General M. McGuire Supt. Public Instruction STATE LEGISLATORS M. Horn V. Lee G. MacMillan E. Eogers E. Bulgin M. Ross 72 Alabama Club Almedia Sadler Lucile Scarborough Ninuzza Seymour Bertha Adams Marion Black Mynelle Blue Ruth Blue Olivia Bogacki Lucile Boyd Martha Bradshaw Mary Bryax Pauline Byrd Kate Clark MEMBERS Mary Spence Laura Mel Towers Pearle Waters Theodosia Conns Louise DuPre Mary Exzor Lorixda Farley Everette Frierson Flora Gaillard Grace Geohegan Ruby Gray Jessie Ham Grace Harris Alice Weatherly Clara Whips Elizabeth Wili.et Margaret Houser Charlotte Jackson Lula Maddox Lidie Mixter Bert Morgan Alvice My-att Sue McEachern Isabel. Xorwood Hazel Rogers Janie Rogers HONORARY MEMBER Miss Lewis .„„ ..- 4 V 1 s-; = j JL The Inhabitants of the Piney Woods CORINKE BlilCGS Gerthude Briesenick Frances Dukes Eloise Gay Josie Jones Emblem : The Pine Tree Sarah Hansell Elizabeth Burke Mary Ferguson Julie MacIntyre Louise McNulty Louise Oberley Margaret Roberts Edna Taylor Ethel McKay Maud Lott 74 SILHOUETTE | m®m Helen Allison Elizabeth Bogle Pauline Bruner Helen Brown Margaret Brown Aileen Fisher Louisa Faucette Elizabeth Gregory Emma Jones Kathleen Kennedy Sallie Mae King Daisy King Hattie McCallie Lucy Naive Mary Pope Lavalette Sloan Mary Helen Schneider Madge Rodgers Mary Wade Bessie Carr Wilkerson HONORARY MEMBERS Miss Hasslock Miss McCallie Mr. Bachman Miss Jennie Smith Miss McCord Dr. Gaines THE LHOU Mary Club The Marys had a little dog, His coat was gold and white; He loved the little Marys With all his little might. Until one day by some mischance He met our cruel President, And then the Marys never knew Just where that doggie went. Mary Bryan Mary Kelly Mary Brown Mary Ferguson Mary Hamilton Mary Wade MEMBERS Mary Helen Schneider Mary Heddleston Spence Mary Will Kennou Mary Glenn Roberts Mary Annie Fuller Mary Rawlings Mary Hyer Mary Yeomans Mary Pittard Mary Enzor Mary Pope 7fi 1 p A .1 . ' v..-- ' ' ■ ■■■■■ ■■ ' ■■:;,. •. The Middy Club ADMIRAL Mary Hamilton Edna Taylor Evelyn Goode Josie Jones Dorothy Mustin midshipmen Gladys Camp Margaret Roberts Marion Black Margaret Anderson Eva Powers Louise Wilson Lucile Harris Julie McIntyre HOUET r " " ■ ■ - t % " §§f " i " i Glee Club Miss Hepp Charlotte Jackson. Director ..Accompanist first sopranos Rosa Hill Isabel Norwood Virginia Lee Grace Harris Essie Roberts second sopranos Hazel Rogers Florence Day Sarah McCord Everette Frierson Lucile Boyd first altos Pauline Bruner Charis Hood Cherry Bomer Ruth Blue Almedia Sadler second altos Ora Glenn Jean Ashcraft Marguerite Wells Emma Jones Lily Joiner Terchi Tillion Club terchi goblers Aileene Fisher Evelyn Goode Lucile Hakbis Margaret Houser Julie McIntyre Almedia Sadler Mary Wade Alice Weatherly TERCHI HENS Martha Bradshaw Elizabeth Brown cobinne briggs Vivien Hart Dorothy Mustin Isabel Norwood Mary Rawlings Mary Helen Schneider 79 OUETI Decatur Day Students Li ' cile Finney Grace Anderson Emma .Tones Annie Pope Bryan Ruth Waddell Susie Christy Mary West Louise Hutchixson Lavenah Vinson Clara Weekes . IOUETTE m Atlanta Day Students ' Club OFFICERS ALLIE CANDLER -. President LILLIAN JOHNSON Vice-President CATHERINE PARKER Secretary-Treasurer Florence Smith Magara Waldrox Annie Cameron Annie Mayson Laura Cooper Ethel Ham Irma Schoen Maggie Fields Lula McMurray Emmee Bbauham Mary Bedixger 81 THE SILHOUETTE % Inman Hall Fire Brigade NELL CLARK Captain MARY BROWN Brigade Chief corridor lieutenants Anna Sykes Mildred Holmes Makgaret Phythian Louisa Faucette Esther Rogers FIREMEN Elizabeth Bogle Katherine Lindamood Everette Friarson Rebekah Lackey Elizabeth Bulgin Allene Guthman Martha Ross Aileen Fisher 82 ) R. S. H. Fire Department L. M. BLAIR Captain B. ANDERSON First Lieutenant CORRIDOR LIEUTENANTS E. Roberts H. Smith F. Kell S. Hansell F. Dukes M. H. Schneider BRIGADE G. HARRIS Chief of Brigade R. Morgan g - Reid M. Brenner DbV. Pope F. West M. Hyer M. Pittard M. Bryan Z. McArthur R. Hill H. Brown K. Kennedy 83 Kappa Sigma Motto Keep Steady Ambition Know Something Strong Points Keeping Secrets Disposition Kind Saints Common Trait Kindred Sonls Favorite Music Kalm Symphony Special Dish Kabbage Soup Most Popular Poetry Keat ' s Sonnets Main Occupation Koncocting Scandal Requirement for Admission Komplete Surrender MEMBERS Annie Tait Jenkins, S. P. U. Katherine Kennedy, S. P. U. Bessie Care Wilkinson, S. P. U. Kathleen Kennedy, U. of T. Lavalette K. Sloan, Vanderbilt University . 84 : X - ' - : X , ■ - ' " ■-,,- Public Nuisances TIME: Any old time Place: Where it will sound loudest Aim: To liven up tilings Motto : " Give the devil his due " Faculty ' s Opinion: " They are very nice girls, but, oh! such a nuisance! " Martha Bkadshaw Mandolin Julie McIntyre ' . Violin Eva Powers Cornet Beverley Anderson Cornet Corinne Briggs Mandolin DeVaney Pope Violin Kate Richardson Violin 85 c L JL jLm j x jl Jt-..y ' ATO Colors: Ked and Gray Flower: Four-o ' -clocks Motto: " Us four and no more " MEMBERS " Hap " Wade " Teix " Brown " Chic " Rawlings " Tince " Houser : . Tennis Club Ruth Blue Aileen Fishes Grace Harris Rosa Hill Mynelle Blue Lula White Pauline Bruner Lorinda Farley Elizabeth Bogle Helen Brown Margaret Brown Zollie McArthur Marion Black Janie Rogers Almedia Sadler Mary Helen Schneider Mary Spence Elizabeth Willett Mary Yeomans Louisa Faucette Olivia Bogacki Marguerite Wells Jean Ashcraft Mary Pittard THE SILHOUETTE BEAMTINNEN ELEANOR PINKSTOK Pkasiuentin J AX IE IIacGAUGHEY Vize-Prasidentin KATE CLARK Sekretahix GERTRUDE BRIESEXTCK Sciiatzmeistekin CHARLOTTE JACKSON .....Musikmrektorin GRACE HARRIS Begleiterin Virginia Club OFFICERS BEVERLEY ANDERSON President MARY HAMILTON Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS Louise Wilson Evelyn Goode Gladys Camp honorary members Miss Hopkins Dr. Armstrong Miss MoKinney Dr. Armistead Dr. Olivier 89 Scene 4 g t)c § cts Bramaticg Scene: The stage in the Auditorium. Dramatics, a " bold, bad -pirate king, " stalls out upon the stage. Dramatics : I am the villain, bold and bad, The sight of pai n cloth make me glad. That ' s why I take charge of the play And make the girls work night and day. Chorus : Sing hey, sing ho, fill up the tank ; We ' ll make the pris ' ners walk the plank. Dramatics : Miss Cady doth assign the part. make them learn it all by heart. Ami now, to show what they can do, I ' ll trot them out and put them through. Citokus: Sing hey, sing ho, fill up the tank ; We ' ll make the pris ' ners walk the plank. Enter Eleanor Pinkston, out of breath. Eleanor : Dramatics works me most to death; I can ' t say much, I ' m out of breath. But, please you all, just listen here, I ' m it when I play Shakespeare. Enter girl, tall and dignified; speaks: ISTow, Everygirl doth know my name, For Everygirl hath heard my fame. I take the part of heroes well ; You see mv name is Laura Mel. 90 ; ' v«J .1. JL J. J. J? j JLy jl JL jLJ Enter Mr. Diechmann and Mr. Johnson. In unison (bowing): Tho actors we of great repute ; Nobody will our fame dispute. The girls act well ; yes, that is true. But without us, what would they do? Enter Laralette. Lavauette : Xow, girls, my name is Lavalette ; 1 am some actress, yes, you bet ! The way I roll my hands and eyes Is great, considering my size. Enter Country Bumpkin. Country Bumpkin: Now who be I % Kain ' t you all guess ? You ' ve seed me often in this dress. I hopes you don ' t think cloggin ' s silly, ' Cause when I clogs, you ' ll know I ' m " T {Continued on Page 98) SILHOUETTE Propylean Literary Society PRESENTS " CRYSTELLA " Lavalette Sloan, Author SATURDAY. MAY. 4. 1012 DRAMATIS PERSONAE King Hebron Evelyn Walker Lord Delmar Laura Mel Towers Jake Justin Lily Joiner Crystella Lavalette K. Sloan Queen of Fairies Mary ' Champe FAIRIES Isabel Norwood Emma Jones Lillian Harper Cherry Boiler Margaret Brown Louise Maness Julia Nuzum Annie P. Bryan Mary Bryan Maude Chason 94 L v3 1 JL A i 1. JH JL Faculty-Student Play DEUS EX MACHINA Winifred Hawkrtdge, Author JANUARY 25, 1013 CAST OF CHARACTERS Prof. Grossenkopt, an inventor L. H. Johnson Mrs. Hill, a widow ...Emma Jones Clarissa, her daughter Lav alette Sloan Malcolm Smith, in love with Clarissa C. P. Olivier The Count Von Sehauf, of Zweiterzollern C. W. Dieckmann 96 Mnemosynean Literary Society PRESENTS " MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING " William Shakespeare SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1913 DRAMATIS PERSONAE Benedick Eleanor Pinkston Beatrice Henrietta Lambdin Dogberry Beverley Anderson Leonato Almedia Sadler Huro Vivien Hart Ursula Corinne Briggs Margaret Essie Roberts Ver S es I Eloise Gay Messenger Don Pedro Lula White Count Claudio Mary Helen Schneider Don John Sarah Hansell Borachio Ruth Blue Conrad , Julie McIntyre The Friar Mynelle Blue Balthasar Theodosia Cobbs Seacoal Grace Harris Watchmen -. Scene: Court Before Duke ' s House, Messina jt Jl A J— J J JL- ' JL M. JLy -,; Scene 5 l)c iHects Valiant Valiant, dressed in Gym suit, accosts Every girl. Valiant : Poor Everygirl, you ' re looking mighty bad; To see how pale yon are just makes me sad. You study muck too hard, and that ' s not wise. I think that you should take more exercise : Learn to play basket-ball and baseball, too, And see how fine you feel when you get through. It costs you fifty cents to use the Gym ; Five dollars only if you learn to swim; Give me one dollar and your shoes I ' ll buy ; Three and a-half will get your suit and tie; Then, if you have more money to invest, I ' ll come around sometime and get the rest. Eveeygikl (in horror) : Good heavens ! She has taken all my wealth ; It costs an awful lot to be in health ! (Continued on Page 106) 98 Athletic Association Rosa Hill vice-president officers Frances Dukes president Janie McGaughey senior captain Mary Helen Schneider sophomore captain Helen Brown secretary and treasurer Mary Pittard junior captain Julie McIntyre freshman captain 100 Si. 3UETTE Baseball Team LINE-UP Cherry Bomer piteher Zollie McArthuk Catcher Elizabeth Gregory First Base Kathleen Kennedy Second Base Katherine Kennedy Third Base Maggie Fields - Shortstop Frances Kell - Ri g ht Field DeVaney Pope Left Field Mary Hamilton Center Mr. Johnson } Coaches Mr. Olivier J 101 1 Jl -s. i™ " b " " i " ' L- Freshman Basket-Bail Team LINE-UP Julie McIntyre, Captain Makgaret Phythian } Forwards Katherine Lindamood ( Ora Glenn 1 Centers Agnes Robertson f Evelyn Goode } Guards Julie McIntyre f 102 : Sophomore Basket-Bail Team LINE-UP Mary Helen Schneider, Captain Beverley Anderson J Forwards Bert Morgan ( Catherine Parker ) Centers Mary Helen Schneider I Ethel McKay j Guards Maude Lott ( 103 .: . £TTE Junior Basket-Bali Team LINE-UP Mary Pittard. Captain Mary Pittard ) Ruth Blue ( " " Zollie McArthur Helen Brown Essie Roberts Marguerite Wells 104 5 UETTE Senior Basket-Ball Team LINE-UP Janie MacGatjghey, Captain Florence Smith j Forwards Kate Clark ( Frances Dukes J Centers Janie MacGaughey | Mary Enzor ) Guards Eleanor Pinkston Lily Joiner ] „ , ., , „ Substil ulcs Margaret Roberts 105 ; 3 SILHOUETTE " CANTICLE III Cf)e ilanti of ope Scene 1 Before the throne of Learning bows Every girl. Nobody listens to her confession. EvEBYGIRL : ISTow let Nobody listen to my vow : Before the throne of Learning do I bow And ask forgiveness for Frivolity ; The folly of my ways I plainly see. And now I pledge myself to really work. And not a single lesson will I shirk ; At all the fields of work I ' ll enter in, — Great Learning ' s favor thus to try to win. And then, with my B. A. before my eyes, I ' ll join the band that hopes to win the prize. ( Continued on Page ll. ' i ) 106 " Junior Class Colors: Maroon and White Flower: Red Carnation Motto: " Work, live, and be happy " OFFICERS FIRST SEMESTER MILDRED HOLMES President ANNTE TAIT JENKINS Vice-President NELL CLARK Secretary BERTHA ADAMS Treasurer SECOND SEMESTER ESSIE ROBERTS President CHARLOTTE JACKSON Vice-President ZOLLIE McARTHUR Secretary NELL CLARK Treasurer HONORARY MEMBERS Miss Hopkins Miss Young Miss Legate Marguerite Wells Martha Rogers Esste Roberts MEMBERS Bertha Adams Lottie May ' Blair Ruth Blue Helen Brown Mary Brown Nell Clark Theodosia Cobbs Sarah Hansell Ruth G. Hicks .Mildred Holmes Charlotte Jackson Annie Tait Jenkins Kathleen Kennedy Linda Miller ZOLLIE McARTHUR Ethel McDonnell Louise McNulty Annie McLarty Mary Pittard 108 Hicks Wells McArthtjb Jenkins PlTTAKD Miller 109 Blair Clark Hansell Rogers Brown Roberts 110 COBES Brown Jackson 111 Kennedy R. Blue McNULTY THE SILHOUETTE f The Ship of 1914 3T was a sunshiny day in September when, on the Ship of 1914, we sailed from the port of School-land into the great College Ocean for a four- year voyage. There were sad farewells at parting. Copious tears were mingled with the salt seas of the ocean, but the fascinations of a first voyage upon an unknown sea gradually dried our tears. An attack from a pirate ship in the early part of our sailing in the Freshman Gidf made us gather our forces, and brought us to know each other. Gloriously we sustained the attack and hurled the pirates themselves into the green waves. All before us we read our future in the red and gray of the clouds. We saw the gray days to come, but we saw, too, the many to be marked with red letters when, in future times, we should tell tales of our travels. So it was that we chose for our colors the garnet and the gray. Tt was May when we left the Freshman Gulf behind us and sailed through the narrow Strait of Summer. It was a dangerous voyage, the most dangerous, we had been told, of all our voyage. The ship rocked perilously, and when it came through, safely at last, into the Sea of Soph some were gone. But it was no time for tears. Forward we went into the Sea of Soph. The horizon broadened before us. As old sailors, we felt our importance. We touched at a port called Vacationdais. Here we all went ashore, but when the ship sailed out again and when the roll was called one or two had failed to return. The rest of us went on again and, as we saw the quiet waters of Junior Life before us all, our old enthusiasm came back. Ever and anon we caught glimpses of a beautiful sea beyond. Rumors came back to us of the delight of the sea, and we lived in our dreams of what was to come. " Never mind ! " we told each other, " we ' ll reach it by and by. " We sighted the Island of Christmas, but, as we looked out upon it and past, it seemed but a dream-fancy after all. And then there loomed up large before us the Rocks of Exams. We passed them, also. The Senior Sea seems to draw nearer. The Junior Sea is almost past. The waves dance so in the sunlight we can not see what is ahead. So now we have chosen to sail down the Channel of Great Expectations. Saratt G. Hanselt,. 112 3[unior Poem Sometimes when in the busy days There comes a time for thought. We wonder if we have always Our battles strongly fought; And if the motto of our class — " Be happy, work, and live " — Has guided us each day we pass: Did we our best work give? With Agnes Scott before us. new. Her portals open wide, We planned and dreamed of things we ' d do To win our college pride. But sometimes in the years agone Our dreams have seemed forgot. And then with tears o ' er things undone We ' ve wept our motto ' s blot. Yet failures few we ' ve met in life. For glorious things we ' ve done. In class, athletics. Fresh-Soph strife. An envied fame we ' ve won. And in the year that ' s still ahead, As Seniors (honored lot), We ' ll make a record to be read Befitting Agnes Scott. 113 SILHOUETTE Scene 2 i)c is Corturcti bp tl)c Scribe Ererygirl, seated on an ink-bottle and frantically clutching its sides, sails on a sea of ink. The Scribe, standing to one side, explains the tableau. The Scribe : This scene from the life of our young heroine Is likely to make imder-classmen all grin. If known were her feelings, Nobody would laugh, — The poor thing belongs to the Annual staff. And if you should want her, and she can ' t be seen, She ' s out getting ads for that dear magazine. And of the Aurora she ' s editor, too, And she can ' t find stories enough that will do. Now isn ' t it pitiful ? Just stop and think, — I ' ve set her to sail in a vast sea of ink. (Continued on Page 170) 114 I ; THE SILHOUETTE Annual Staff OLIVIA BOGACKI J Editors-in-Chihf FRANCES DUKES j EMMA POPE MOSS ) Business Manages HELEN SMITH JAXIE MacGAUGHEY AliT K „ mms HALLIE SMITH j MARGARET ROBERTS Athletic Editor EMMA JONES Literary Editor 116 Smith Roberts Dukes BOGACKI E. Jones MacGaughey Smith - : - " Aurora Staff EMMA JONES Editor-in-Chief SARAH HANSELL Associate Editor LOUISE McNULTY Business Manager LINDA MILLER Assistant Business Manager EMMA POPE MOSS Exchange Editor BEVERLEY ANDERSON Local Editor 118 ®Ij? Aarnnt MARCH, 1913 SOPHOMORE NUMBER Agnes Bttttt (£oUe$? Irralur. (Swirgta THE AURORA APRIL, 1913 AGNES SCOTT COLLEGE .-.•; DECATUR, GEORGIA §taff Editor-in-Chief Emma L. Jones, P. L. 8. Associate Editor Saeah Hansell, M. L. S. Business Manager Louise McNultt, M. L. S. Assistant Business Manager Linda Millee, P. L. S. Local Editor Beveblt Andebson, M. L. S. Exchange Editor Emma Pope Moss, P. L. 8. The Auboba is published monthly by the Mnemoaynean and Propylean Literary Societies of Agnes Scott College. Subscription price, one dollar per year. Entered at the Decatur, Ga., postoffice as second-class matter. 3. P. Bull Company (Inc.), Printers, Lynchburg, Va. Cafele of Content PAGE " And All Mankind. " Emma Jones 123 A Love Story. Lidie Torrey Minter 137 The Heritage. Sarah Hansett 140 Alabama (Poem). Charlotte Jackson 157 Locals : Morning at A. S. C. (Poem) 158 Aux Hommes (Poem). C. Jackson 158 The A. S. C. " Diet Bunch " 159 ty t Aurora DECATUR, GEORGIA, APRIL, 1913 " 3nD ail ankinD " i The pastor concluded his simple sermon of " Peace, Good- will, " and bowed his head, uttering a short prayer that the joy over the birth of the Messiah might fill the hearts of his people. The congregation was deeply touched and rev- erent, and John Thornton, sitting in his accustomed place, was impatient that he could not enter into the Christmas spirit that seemed to hover over the people that morning. He was young, a Christian, and highly held in the congre- gation of the large city church, but somehow he couldn ' t realize the joy of Christinas. The organ pealed forth the strains of an old Christmas carol, and the choir and the whole congregation arose: " While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. " Another figure in the back of the church was drinking in the song to which the man paid so little attention. Never before had she heard the Christmas carol, and she was thrilled with its sweetness. She was only a little cash girl who worked in a big department store and lived in a " poor- house " in the slums. She had stolen away to-day to see if 124 THE AURORA she could find out what Christmas really is, having seen it on the big signs and heard people crying it — " ' Fear not, ' said he, for mighty dread Had seized their troubled minds. ' Good tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. ' " The last phase of this verse caught the man ' s attention. The angel brought great joy to all mankind, and yet he felt no joy. He tried to think of something he needed to make him happy, but he had all he wanted. It was true he needed new stationery for his polite correspondence. " I ' ll go to- morrow and get it, and perhaps mixing with the crowd will do me good, " he concluded. The pinched form in the rear of the church was listening eagerly to the choir as it told of the birth of a Baby who was given to the world to be a blessing and a joy. " I never did know what it was fer before, " she thought, half satisfied; " but I reckon ' good tidin ' s fer all mankind ' don ' t mean no sech es me. I ain ' t goin ' to get no joy, and, besides, I ain ' t never seen no baby. " Still her little heart was happy to know that Christmas was more than a day that you don ' t have to work, or a sign, or something to buy. Softly she slipped out of the church when the white-haired pastor had pronounced the benedic- tion, and her eager little face wore a glad light upon it. The pastor had noticed her in the back of the church; had tried to reach her, but she was gone. " There ' s one soul that has caught a real gleam of Christ- mas glory, " he remarked to John Thornton, pointing out the little gown that was disappearing in the crowd. The man caught one glimpse of her bright little face as she turned to dodge a car. " I envy her, " he said, rather sadly, as he turned to go. " and all mankind " 125 II The big department store was jammed with " last-minute " customers on the day before Christmas. The air was close and stifling. The clerks, wilted and worn out, tried to keep their tempers, but the strain on them was terrible and had been for two weeks. There were flushed cheeks and aching throats, tired eyes and feet. " Cash girl! " called one poor, tired thing as she sold the irritable old lady the paper of black pins she had been fuss- ing over for fully five minutes. " Gee, but I ' m tired! " she sighed, rubbing her hand wearily across her forehead. " Something for you, ma ' am? Cash girl ! Where do you suppose Jenny is ? Poor thing ! she ' s nearly worked to death. " The calm, unruffled individual at the next counter was about the only self-possessed human in the store. " Oh, there ' s no use to get so excited over it, " she said disdainfully, tapping the counter with well-polished finger nails, carefully adjusting her puffs, and smiling sweetly at the floor-walker. " Something for you, sir? " she inquired indifferently of the tall young man who stood waiting, evidently bored by this contact with the crowd. " I want stationery — monogram stationery — like that up there. " He pointed high up on the shelf with a gold-headed cane. The girl adjusted her puffs and proceeded leisurely to take down the desired box. " Nothing else ?— Cash girl ! " she called. " Jenny ' s doing something for me now, " said the tired girl at the next counter. " Well, I ' m going to have her now; she ' s done nothing all day but bring you water. Come here, Jenny. " 126 THE AUEOEA Jenny hesitated, glad of a chance to rest for a moment, for her poor little body was aching from the strain. " I ' m faint, and Jenny ' s going for me, " ventured the tired girl. " This gentleman wants his package, " — adjusting the puffs, — " come on, Jenny, hurry! " John Thornton, counting out his change, smiled at the dissension. As he laid the money on the counter, a quarter rolled off on the floor, unnoticed by him. " Change a quarter short, " announced the Miss Indiffer- ence, as she counted it. Jenny, wavering between two decisions, had seen it fall. Quickly she darted through the crowd to where it lay. " Here ' s your quarter, sir, " she said, plucking the great John Thornton by the sleeve. He looked down quickly at the frail little figure and started. Here was the very same face he had seen at the church the day before — the same face and the same enviable expression. " Hey, what? " he exploded in his astonishment. " Here ' s yer quarter ye dropped, " she explained, smiling up at him. The words of the pastor came back to him : — " There ' s one soul that has caught a real gleam of Christmas glory. " " Just keep the quarter, won ' t you ? " he managed to say briefly. A wonderful expression of joy flooded the face of the cash girl. " Me ? — you — mean me ? " she faltered. " Yes, " he smiled; " buy something for your Christmas that will make you happy. " Oh! " she gasped. " How lov-ee-ly; thank you! oh, thank you! I ' ll buy me some good tidin ' s like they sing about, " and, squeezing his hand thankfully, she darted away with the package. " and all mankind " 127 " Poor little thing, " he thought, as he made his way out of the store, " she doesn ' t even know what good tidings are. " The expression recalled to him the words of the song he had heard on Sunday morning: — " Good tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. " He wondered as he entered his ear if he himself knew what the good tidings really meant — they had meant nothing much until he had seen the little girl ' s happy face. Somehow he felt in his heart more of the glow of excitement than ever before, and he wondered why. The " good tidings of great joy " were beginning to be to him as he had wished. " To you and all mankind " — — - It sang itself over and over, and his brain was just beginning to comprehend what it all meant. " And all mankind ' didn ' t mean him, it meant every one, — the little cash girl, the people that thronged the street, especially Jenny, since she didn ' t even know what they were. And how would she ever know unless someone told her, taught her — himself, for instance ? He must make her happy — that was it ! That was why he hadn ' t felt the Christmas spirit: it was that he had kept the " good tidings " and " great joy " bottled up within him. It was himself he had tried to make happy, and not " all mankind. " With a sudden impulse he leaned forward and ordered his car back to the store. The way was blocked in so many places that it was almost impossible to get there, and he found himself growing impatient until he could reach it again. He pushed his way finally through the throng and made his way this time to the tired girl. " Where ' s that little cash girl who was here a half-hour ago ? " he demanded breathlessly. " Which one? " 128 THE AURORA " The little one, " he exclaimed, rather confused. " I don ' t know her name — she had such a bright, ' Christmas ' face — " " Oh, Jenny! " exclaimed the girl, and her voice grew grave. " She fell on the steps a few minutes ago and cut her head. They have taken her home. " " Can you tell me where she lives? " He could hardly wait until he found her. " At some poor house — I dont know just where — they can tell you at the office. " " Thank you. " He reached the office, his face troubled and anxious. " Jenny ? " asked the man. " Yes, wait a moment and I ' ll find her address for you. " " The Billing Poorhouse, 387 Billing Street— in the slums I think, " he announced finally. " She ' s just been sent home hurt, I think. " " Thank you, " said the man, his face clearing up with re- lief as he turned to go. " Did you want to see her? " ventured the other man. " Yes, " answered John Thornton, his voice strangely soft. " I want to take her ' good tidings ' and ' great joy. ' " III The faded, washed-out little woman who answered the knock at the " poorhouse " door stared in amazement at the sight of the " elegant gentleman " who stood there. " Yis, this here ' s the poerhouse, " she managed to stam- mer in answer to his question. " Git away, Sammy, " in an undertone to the dirty brat hanging to her skirts. " Well, I want to see Jenny, a little cash girl, er — I want to know if she ' s here — they said she was hurt, " he said in confusion. " Yis, they tuk her up stairs and laid her down, but I ain ' t had time to see about her yit; I guess she ain ' t much hurt. " " May I see her? " he asked. " and all mankind " 129 She led him rather reluctantly down the dirty, dim hall and up the shaky stairs. From behind creaky doors won- dering faces peeped out, and cracked voices from the " old- women ' s " ward made remarks on his appearance. " That air hat ain ' t the very latest thing, " criticised Granny Mahler in a stage whisper. " Yesterday ' s paper says the new English shape is all the go. " " But look at that fur coat ! ain ' t it swell ? " from another tousled head. John Thornton ' s cheeks burned with embarrassment, and he hurried after the woman as she opened the door at the end of the hall. The room into which he stepped was lighted by a single small skylight, and through the dimness he could barely distinguish a little bed. " Jenny, how air ye? " asked the woman, going over and shaking roughly the little form that lay on the bed. " Good heavens! " exclaimed the high and mighty Mr. Thornton, clutching desperately at the woman ' s arm. " Don ' t shake the child like that! don ' t you see she ' s hurt? Why, she ' s fainted. Bring me some water quick! See, her head is all bloody. Good Lord ! What did you mean by leaving her like this ? Confound it ! Haven ' t you " his anger almost choked him, and he leaned down and picked her little form up in his arms. The woman, frightened, hurried back with a tin-cup of water, and he bathed the child ' s face with his handkerchief. She stirred, and opened her eyes with a pitiful little groan. For a moment she looked up at the face of the man bending over her, then smiled feebly. " You ' re come fer yaire quarter, ain ' t yew? " she asked. " I ain ' t spent it yit; it ' s " she tried to lift herself, failed, and fainted again. The man looked about in consternation for somewhere to lay her. He couldn ' t lay her in that dirty bed again. 130 THE ATJKORA Never before had he felt so helpless. With a sudden reso- lution he rose with her in his arms and started toward the door. " Open the door, " he demanded of the woman. " I can ' t leave this child here; I ' m going to take her to the hospital. You can tell her parents " " Huh! she ain ' t got no parents, " laughed the woman scornfully. " Well, then, you needn ' t expect ever to see her back here again, " he snapped angrily, and carried her swiftly down the steps into the street. He flushed at the chauffeur ' s glance of amazement, but vouchsafed no explanation. " Drive to the Southern Hospital, " he commanded. Never before had he been so near a child — never had held one in his arms ; and his arms grew tired and ached with the burden of this twelve-year-old child, slight and wasted though her little frame was. He smiled to think of the amazement of some of his friends, could they see him now, but his heart was strangely light with a joy he had never known before. The child stirred again. " Good tidin ' s, " she murmured. The song finished itself in his brain- — " to you and all mankind. " " Please God, I ' ll make it to all mankind, " he vowed to himself. He entered the hospital unnoticed, and, being familiar with it, he made his way to the children ' s ward. " Is your child hurt? " suddenly asked a sweet voice at his side. Turning, he faced her. It was the sweetest voice he had ever heard, and hers was the sweetest face he had ever be- held: soft, grey eyes and a mass of soft, brown hair topped with the usual nurse ' s cap. The heart of John Thornton fell at her feet with a thud. " Is she hurt ? " she asked again. " and all mankind " 131 " Yes, " he answered, coming to his senses suddenly, " and I want her in a private ward. " Together they walked silently down the hall and laid her in the clean, white bed. The ward physician hurried up. " I don ' t think she ' s seriously hurt, " he said. " But Miss Mary will see in a moment. Do you wish a special nurse ? " " Can she take her? " asked John Thornton, nodding toward the nurse who was examining the child. " Poor little thing ! " whispered the nurse with tears in her eyes. Then, realizing the approving gaze of John Thornton, she resumed the business-like tone: " Your daughter isn ' t seriously hurt, " she announced. " A pretty bad cut, that ' s all. If you care to, you may wait in the parlor for an hour until I can make her comfortable and then you may speak to her. " " She isn ' t my daughter, " he stammered hastily. " She ' s only a little cash girl I ' m fond — got — am interested in. I ' m not even married ; I am just John Thornton, confirmed bachelor " realizing what a fool he was making of him- self he turned and fled to the parlor. As he paced back and forth during the hour he waited, the feeling of joy and security he had been experiencing caused him to think hard. He understood now how his own selfishness had cut off from him the Christmas joy that was " to all mankind. " But he would not waste his time in regrets, he determined. He had yet the whole of Christmas- Eve in which to prepare to take great joy. He was, some- how, depending on the nurse to help him bring joy to Jennie, and expecting Jennie to tell him how he might take joy " to all mankind. " IV " The little girl is comfortable now, " the voice of the nurse broke in upon his reverie, " and if you wish to talk to her, you may do so. " " If she ' s very much hurt perhaps " 132 THE ATTEOEA " Oh, she isn ' t badly hurt — a little weak from loss of blood now, but she won ' t go to sleep until she sees you, " she laughed. It was an entirely different Jenny who greeted him from the cot. Under the skilful hands of the nurse her face had emerged into cleanliness, and she hailed the advent of the man with her old cheerful expression. " Ain ' t this here the grandest place you ever seen? " she asked in an excited whisper, as he took his seat beside the bed. " I feel so clean and good, an ' don ' t you jes love Miss Mary? " He turned and smiled at the nurse as she was leaving the room. " Don ' t go, " he begged. She returned slowly and took a seat on the other side of the cot. " Jenny, " said the man, lifting the child ' s small hand in his, " what is your whole name, child? " " Genevieve Gwendolyn, " answered Jenny promptly. " Genevieve Gwendolyn? " he asked in astonishment, while Miss Mary coughed politely to hide her smile. " Where on earth did you get that name? " " Named myself, " she grinned. " I never had no maw to name me, an ' I thought that was a awful pretty name; I ain ' t got no last name. " " Well, we ' ll see if we can ' t find you one, " he answered promptly, smiling down at her. Perhaps we can get you one for a Christmas present. " " Aw, I don ' t ever git no Christmas presents, " she in- formed him. " What are they fur, anyway, when you do git ' em? " " Why, I think Santa Claus brings them, doesn ' t he, Miss Mary, " he appealed. " Yes, indeed, " she smiled. " You know who he is, don ' t you, Jenny? " " and all mankind " 133 " Well, I — I ain ' t never had nobody to tell me jest ez-actly, " she apologized in an embarrassed voice. John Thornton shot an imploring look at the nurse, and she answered understandingly. " He ' s a jolly little man who comes to see little folks on Christmas-Eve and brings them all sorts of presents because he loves them, " she explained simply. " And now what do you want him to bring you to-night ? " put in the man eagerly. " What kind of things does he bring? " inquired the child rather dazed. " Just what you want. What would you rather have than anything on earth? " " A tooth-brush, a big doll, some blue slippers, an ' — " , she cast a rather dubious look at him for a second, then — " An ' a diamond ring, " she finished. John Thornton and Miss Mary looked at each other in amazement a moment, then leaned back and laughed until they were weak. Miss Mary recovered first, and she patted the bewildered child ' s hand softly as she explained to her. " We ' re laughing because you asked for a diamond, dear, " she said. " You see diamonds are only for people that are engaged — that mean to get married. " " Oh, yes, I know! " exclaimed the child in relief. " Well, at the store Nell has got one, only she can ' t get married now ' cause her man ' s been sick an ' can ' t git no job. Does Santa Claus ever bring jobs? " she inquired. John Thornton took out his memorandum book and wrote down " slippers, doll, and job for Nell ' s man. " " What else do you want? " he asked. " Well, I do need a new apron, " she admitted. But I can do without that, an ' that ' s all I want for myself. " " Well, then, tell me something you ' d like to give; some people give other folks Christmas presents, and I ' ll buy whatever you want. " 134 THE AUEOEA " It costs a heap, what I want to give, " she objected shyly. " That ' s all right, " he encouraged, " I " ,an pay for any- thing you ' ll suggest. " " I wish the folks at the house could have a turkey to- morrow for dinner, " she began, looking wistfully at him, " an ' a table-cloth to eat on. " Miss Mary smiled again at John Thornton as he put down the requests. " They shall have the best dinner they ever had, " he prom- ised gayly. " What else ? " " Granny Mahler needs a new shawl, an ' ole Miss Coles has wanted some specs fer four years, " she announced. " Then Jimmy wants a candy cane an ' — is it too much? " she demanded. He shook his head. There were so many other things she wanted that, by the time she had finished, he had promised such a stupendous amount that he trembled to think of it. " Now, I ' m going out to tell Santa about all this, " he announced as he rose to go. But first you must promise to be good and go right to sleep. " " I will, " she cried, her eyes shining with excitement. " And say! " she caught his hand and laid it against her cheek ; " you ' re the dandiest thing in the world — ' cept her, " pointing to the nurse. Laughing, but with a queer, suspicious moisture in his eyes, he left the room, and, at his whispered request, Miss Mary followed him. Out in the hall he turned and addressed her abruptly : " You know I can ' t do all this, " he said. " I don ' t know how or where to buy them, and I haven ' t time to do it by myself. Now I want you to come and help me. Please don ' t object, " as she started to interrupt him. " I know it isn ' t usual for the nurses to leave, but I can see that someone takes your place. You ' ll be on your patient ' s business, you see, and my car is out there and — oh, please ! " " and all mankind " 135 For fully fifteen seconds she regarded him calmly, weigh- ing him in an embarrassingly disinterested manner, then — " Are you sure you need me, really need me ? " " I am sure I really need you. " " Then I ' ll go, " and she turned and left him. Never so long as he lived did John Thornton forget that night. Together he and the sweet-faced nurse rode down through the crowded streets and visited each store. They both entered into it like children; he so eager to buy that she was sometimes obliged to reprove him. Not content with Jenny ' s request, he bought not only the slippers and doll, but clothing of all kinds, toys, and toilet articles — in- cluding the tooth-brush. Last of all he drove to the florist ' s, where he came forth literally loaded with violets for Miss Mary. All her protestations were in vain. " Won ' t you let Jenny and me express our gratitude for your help in this little way? " he reasoned, and she let him have his way. At the hospital they arranged together Jenny ' s Christmas with great glee and stealth, and he left with a whispered " good-night " and a grateful hand pressure. Christmas morning when he came in he was hailed raptur- ously by Jenny. She was sitting in state in her room, wrapped in a marvelous blue bath-robe, her feet incased in the blue slippers, the doll clasped close. All morning he had worked, delivering the presents she had wished, and after the excited child had displayed her things he told her and the nurse of the pleasure the gifts had given. His own heart was warm with the gratitude they had called forth. " An ' that ' s what you have Christmas fer? " asked the child at last. 136 THE AUROKA " No, Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Jesus, dear, " said Miss Mary. " Why? " asked the child. Then in solemn, simple words the sweet-faced nurse told her the story of the Babe of Bethlehem who came into the world on Christmas-Eve and gave Himself for us. The child listened eagerly till the end. " An ' that ' s ' the good tidings ? ' " whispered the child. " Oh, I wisht we could all thank somebody for Christmas ! " Miss Mary looked imploringly at John Thornton. So there in the room with the Christmas sun shining upon them, he and the sweet-faced nurse and the little cash girl bowed their heads. And he prayed the most fervent prayer he had ever prayed, thanking God for the gift of His Son, and that his own eyes had been opened to the joy of giving " to all mankind. " And as they lifted their heads the sweetness of " The Presence " filled the room, " And glory shone around. " Emma Jones. A LOVE STOEY 137 a JLotoe torp (Told by Komance Poets.) " Under these fruit-tree boughs " (Wordsworth.) " She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight. " (Wordsworth. ) " It was an Abyssinian maid And on her dulcimer she played, " (Coleridge.) " A soft yet lively air she rung. " (Scott.) " And now ' twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel ' s song, That makes the heavens be mute. " (Coleridge.) " One voice Alone inspired its echoes. " (Shelley.) " And sometimes like a gentle whispering Of all the secrets of some wondrous thing That breathes about us in the vacant air — " (Keats.) " She gazed into the fresh-thrown mold as though One glance did fully all its secrets tell. " (Keats.) 138 THE AURORA " And when the trance was o ' er the maid Paused awhile " (Coleridge.) " Only overhead the sweet nightingale Ever sang more sweet, " (Shelley.) " Thus sang my soul . . . . . . She loves me so ! " (Browning.) " The wilderness has a mysterious tongue, " (Shelley.) " And all we met was fair and good, And all was good that time can bring; And all the secret of the Spring Moved in the chambers of the blood. " (Tennyson.) " How sad and bad and mad it was — But then, how it was sweet! " (Browning.) " Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, " " So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. " (Scott.) (The knight speaks to her.) " When I arose and saw the dawn I sighed for thee. " (Shelley.) " He kissed her forehead as he spoke. " (Coleridge.) A LOVE STORY 139 " And she forgot the stars, the moon, the sun, And she forgot the blue above the trees. " " And on her lover ' s arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old. " (Keats.) " And oh The difference to me ! " " I hold it true, what ' er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ' Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. " (Tennyson.) (Wordsworth.) (Tennyson.) " Well, I forget the rest. " (Browning.) LlDIE ToRREY MlNTER, ' 14. 140 THE AURORA Cbe heritage " Men say the sullen instrument That from the master ' s bow With pangs of joy or woe Feels music ' s soul through every fiber sent Whispers the ravished strings More than he knew or meant. Old summers in its memory glow; The secrets of the wind it sings; It hears the April-loosened springs, And mixes with its mood All it dreamed when it stood In the murmurous pine wood Long ago. " It was in the month of May, in the time of long ago, that Arthur Beverly first led his young wife into the forest — the " forest of Arden, " they called it. They came there as pio- neers. No one had lived there before except the wild creatures of the woods and the very fact held for them a charm. For they were filled with the very joy of life and to their young eyes all things were beautiful. The very streams seemed to whisper their secrets and the winds bent low to murmur to them as they passed. They built but a rude hut in the wood and had little need of that, for their time was spent out of doors. At a distance he began to clear away some of the tall trees and to plant for the winter that was coming. She, too, was busy during the day at the thousand little things that a woman finds to do. It was the evening time that they loved. Whistling he came from the fields, and she came through the woods to meet him. The sunshine fell through the trees upon her slight form as she stood waiting — so slight that it seemed the very wind would blow her away. THE HERITAGE 141 She was English and fair, with eyes like the blue of the sky above her, and sunny hair waving about her face with the touch of the wind. Her delicately white skin and small, shapely hands told of a life of leisure beyond the sea. Yet, in the love-light of her eyes you found the reason why her lips were ever laughing and her cheeks were all aglow. Truly for her the forest seemed to be a veritable " forest of Arden. " The man who came to meet her down the wood-path was tall and broad of shoulder. His long, easy stride and the hard muscles of his hands gave proof of the sturdy folk from whom he came. But in his dark eyes lay the passion that had come down to him from some far-away French ancestor. And as he held her close he bent to whisper the old ques- tion he had asked so many times : " How much do you love me? " And each time she had a new answer. " I love you as much, " she would say, " as the sky is blue " ; and then again, " As muc h as there are trees in the forest. " And then, shyly looking up into his eyes, she questioned, " How much ? " And bending low he whispered simply, " With all my heart, Lsetitia. " The trees repeated it softly to each other above their heads, but they did not hear. In the twilight hour they sat together in the woods; he with his violin — the violin that he loved. And she sat spell- bound while he played, for into his playing there crept the murmurs of the forest, the tinkling of the streams, the whispering of the leaves, and then the soft, far-away sounds of the twilight hour and the great love of a man ' s heart. It was a beautiful summer of golden days, when the wild- flowers nodded and beckoned wherever you turned. Hand- in-hand they wandered hither and yon, always beckoned on- 142 THE AUBOBA ward by the charm of a distant flower. Always he carried his violin. " What would a daisy be like in music? " she would stop to ask. With his eyes on the far-away hills he would play softly, while she sank on the grass at his feet to listen. The summer passed — the first summer of their life together — and fall came with all its glorious coloring of red and gold. " Come out into the moonlight, Lsetitia, " he called, " and let me play you the witchery of the fall. " And she stood in the chill air and listened. " It is beau- tiful, " she said, " oh, so beautiful — but sad! Why do you make it sad? " " The most beautiful things in the world are made beauti- ful by sorrow, " he said, in the wisdom of youth. But she caught his hand. " No, " she said passionately, " don ' t say it, The world can be jus t as beautiful without sorrow. " There was questioning, pleading in her voice as she spoke, and she looked up to him for an answer. " Yes, dear, " he said, stooping to kiss away the wistful- ness, " life could not be more beautiful than with you. " The soft pink color came back into her cheeks and she smiled again. With the coming of spring there came a son to share their happiness. " Isn ' t he the most beautiful thing in the world? " she asked. It was late one shi mm er afternoon that he found her standing upon a high rock. It was just at sunset, and the glory of the sky was all about her. " Play, " she commanded, " play the sunset. " As he played, his eyes rested upon the woman and the child, and into his playing there crept a note of sadness. His eyes had noted how frail her form looked with the golden glow all about her. THE HEEITAGE 143 After that she seemed to grow frailer each day. With the passing of the leaves she left him. In his dumb grief he gathered the child into his arms and collected a few things to take with him. At the door he paused. His violin hung on the wall over in one corner. He hesitated for an instant. Should he take it with him ? It held in it the memories of summer evenings together, of twilights, and murmurous woods. With the thought, he turned away suddenly. Those things were past. He went out and shut the door behind him. " You can ' t play, " the little man said bluntly, waving his hands with an exasperated gesture. " Why do you try? Give it up and get a job. There are too many people in this world that think they can play. The world would be better off if they ' d all try making an honest living instead. There is only one in a million that has any soul to his playing. That ' s what you lack. There ' s no soul to it. There ' s noth- ing you feel that you want to tell the world about. When you have anything the world really wants to hear about, it will listen to you. " There was a silence. The wiry little man had had his say and poured out his torrent of words and was breathless. It took some time for the young man in front of him to realize the full import of what he had said. " You mean, " he said finally, " that I can ' t play, that there is no use trying? " " That ' s what I said. " All the light had faded out of the younger man ' s face, and he stood with his shoulders drooped as though having received a blow. His dejected attitude moved the other. " My boy, " he said, laying his hand on his shoulder, " I ' m sorry to have to tell you this, but it is best for you to know 144 THE AURORA it. You have technique, but you lack soul. For your father ' s sake, as well as yours, I wish it were otherwise. " " Yes, " the boy said, " My father told ine long ago in his last months that I was to study and work and learn to play, and then I was to come to you and you would tell me whether or not it was worth while. " " Oh! " the man said. He was small and dark, but with eyes that were eloquent of his feelings. " Your father was a wonderful man. He could make a violin speak in the old days when I first knew him. There is nothing else he loved better in the world. " " Yes, " the boy contradicted, " there was one thing he loved even better — my mother. " The man nodded. " I never heard him play after her death, " he said. " Do you know what became of his violin? " The other shook his head. " It was a wonderful violin — wonderful ! " the small man gave vent to his feelings, gazing at the youth before him without even seeing him. What he saw instead was a man very like him with passionate, dark eyes where the boy ' s were blue. He was hearing again the notes of the violin as he played, and again he sat entranced. " I see her, " he was saying, " I see her. She is beautiful, oh, so beautiful — but how frail ! like a slender flower. And her eyes are blue — dear blue bits of the sky. " " I have seen her, " he was saying again reveren tly to those dark, passionate eyes, " I have seen her — the woman you love ' — in your violin. " " I must go, " the boy said at last. " I thank you for doing me the favor of hearing me play. " The man put out his hand. " Be brave, my son, " he said, " it was for the best that I should tell you. " THE HERITAGE 145 " I thank you, " the younger man said again, and passed out the door and down the long stairs into the street. About him once more was the rush and din of the great city. People in the crowd jarred against him in their hurry. " What ' s the use of it all? " he asked himself now. For him all the purpose seemed suddenly to have dropped out of life. Even as a child he had had his dreams of the day when he should stand before a great audience and make them listen by the magic of his music. And now — a great desire came to him to be alone, to fight it out by himself. Then, in an effort to put it from him, he tried to make plans. The best way to win his battle was to do something, and at once — but what? The thought of his music came again. His whole life had been a learning to play and he had failed to learn. He must make his plans over again. The small amount left by his father had nearly all gone for his education. The old lawyer had warned him that there was little left. With the thought came a resolve. He would go to the old lawyer at once to find out exactly what was left. Perhaps he could show him his way out. As he climbed the long, dusty stairs the sound of a piano in the music store came to him faintly, yet the sound jarred on him. The music was merely mechanical. It was an old song, and a woman ' s high voice was singing: " Oh, Marguerite, of long ago! Oh, Marguerite, I loved you so! " The voice was harsh, yet even that could not take the pathos from the old song. The words seemed almost a stab. They brought the thought of Margaret again. He had thought of her first of all when the musician had told him. Resolutely he knocked at the nearest door. 146 THE AUEOEA " Come in, " said a hearty voice, and he found himself in Judge Clairborne ' s office. A prosperous-looking old gentle- man, of about sixty, rose to greet him, a smile on his kindly face. " Well, I ' m glad to see you, Beverly, " he said. I haven ' t seen you for some time. " Then, " Is anything the matter ? " he asked, as his keen eyes noted the expression on the younger man ' s face. " I came to see just how I stood, " the latter explained. " I ' ve had to give up the idea of doing anything with my music. " " What! " Judge Clairborne said, turning suddenly in his chair. " You mean to say you didn ' t get the position you were going to get just as soon as you had a recommen- dation from that musician friend of yours ? He didn ' t give you one? " " He told me I couldn ' t play — to give it up. He ought to know. So I ' ve come to you to get advice as to what to do next. " The Judge was just about to go further into the case, but he read in the younger man ' s face the desire not to discuss the subject. It was his ready understanding of human nature that had made him the great lawyer he was. " I ' m sorry to tell you, " he said, " that there are only a few hundred dollars left, so much was necessary for your education. You will hardly be able to live on that. " There is a small place somewhere out in Ohio, I don ' t remember exactly where. I investigated it a few years ago. There is only a rude hut on the place. It has just occurred to me that, perhaps, the best plan for you would be to go out there and see what you can do. According to your father ' s will it can not be sold. There is quite a large tract of uncleared forest. If you lived there, you might be able to make something from it. At any rate, that seems the best THE HERITAGE 147 plan at present. As I said before, I am not very well up on the facts concerning it. I will look them up and write you in a day or so. There were a great many restrictions in your father ' s will about any changes being made. I believe your father and mother lived there when they were first married. " Beverly nodded. " You have given your time to your music so much that you are not prepared for anything else in the way of making a living. This seems the best opening. What do you think of it? " " I think it is the only thing left me to do, " the younger man said quietly. " It will mean hard work, " the other warned. " You will find it lonely, but it is the best opening I see at present. " There was a knock at the door and a moment later a scholarly looking old gentleman entered. " In just a minute, Judge Marsh, " Judge Clairborne explained. Then he turned to Richard Beverly. " Think about it and let me know what you decide. " But he had already decided. " I ' m going, " he said quietly. On his way down the stairs he heard the voice again and again the words floated up to him: " Oh, Marguerite, of long ago! Oh, Marguerite, I loved you so! " He shut his eyes tight and made his way resolutely through the crowd. He tried to put it from his mind, but over and over the refrain kept repeating itself: " Oh, Marguerite, of long ago! Oh, Marguerite, I loved you so! " 148 THE ATTKOBA Even when he sat by the fire in his own room in the boarding-house, where he had lived since he could first remember, the words kept ringing in his ears. Thoughts of Margaret came surging upon him. It seemed to him now that he had always loved her. She had lived in the house next-door, and they had played together as children in the old garden just back of the house. In the firelight he saw her again as she had looked when he went over to see her the afternoon before they had moved away to the other side of the town. It had seemed to him as though he were really telling her good-bye. Somehow the other side of town had seemed a long way off. She had been dressed all in white, with her dark hair in one long curl down her back. They had gone together down to the swing under the big oak. Neither one of them, for the first time in their lives, had very much to say. It was a sign that they were growing up. " It isn ' t so far, after all, " she had said. " Why, it ' s only just the other side of town. " " I know, " he had said, " but, " with boyish embarrass- ment, he had hesitated, the subject being very near his heart, " you ' ll forget me. " She answered his question only indirectly, — after jthe way of a woman. " It ' s you who ' ll be forgetting me, " she had said. " You ' ll be a great violinist one of these days, and everybody will be talking of you and of your playing, and you ' ll forget you ever knew me long before you become famous. " His eyes were full of the dreamy light she had seen in them when he played. " If only I can learn to play, " he had said, " to make people listen, to tell them all the beautiful things in music, then I will come back to you and we will share it all together, and I will have enough, and will give you everything you THE HERITAGE 149 can want. " His blue eyes were filled now with a passion she had never seen in them before, and her own eyes dropped. " You won ' t forget? " he asked, bending toward her. " I won ' t forget, " she repeated after him. And then he was only a boy again after all, — " Cross your heart? " he asked. " Cross my heart, " she repeated. He had not seen her as often since, but always they had remembered that promise; always he had felt that she had not forgotten. And now — it was all over. She had everything, and he had nothing to offer. True his mother had gone with his father out into the wilderness, but that was in the old days. Times were changed now. For the first time he gave way and bowed his head upon his hands. " Oh, Marguerite! " He murmured the name he had called her long ago. " Oh, Marguerite, I loved you so! " A week later Richard Beverly stood again at the door of the old musician ' s small studio. " I have come to tell you good-bye, " he announced quietly. The little musician greeted him most effusively. Deep down in his heart he had a great love for the son of his old friend, although he had thought it best to tell him just what he thought of his playing. Now, as he looked into the face before him, he realized vaguely that the boy had grown up. He was not a boy but a man. The old boyishness had, somehow, dropped from him and a look of determination had taken its place. " I am going out to Ohio, " Richard Beverly went on, " to a little place where my father and mother lived long ago. " " You might give me the address, " the musician suggested. " Perhaps if I found anything I thought in your line I might be able to give you some help in getting a place. " 150 THE AUBOBA The man hastily scribbled an address on a card. The musician took it. As he did so, Eichard Beverly rose to go. " I ' ll say good- bye, " he said. " I want to thank you for telling me exactly what you think about my playing and for all your help, " and he was gone. The musician for the first time looked down at the address and a surprised look came over his face. " Well of all things! " he ejaculated. And then an idea suddenly struck him: " I ' ll do it, " he said, " it won ' t hurt and it may do some good. " The man was making his way rapidly down the street. As he turned a corner he almost ran into someone coming from the opposite direction. " Why, Dick Beverly! " exclaimed a laughing voice. " Haven ' t you learned yet to look where you are going? " " Well, of all things! " the man gasped. " You? " She was a trim figure as she stood before him that cold spring afternoon, her cheeks all pink, her brown eyes laugh- ing, and a dimple at one corner of her small mouth. " So you were going to pass me by, were you ? " she asked. " You were the last person in the world I expected to see, " he said. " And I ' m sure you were the last I expected to see when you haven ' t let us see you for weeks. Have you been so terribly busy with your music ? " she asked. She had noticed his tired look and her voice grew suddenly sympathetic. " I have given up my music, " he declared simply, looking straight clown into her eyes. He had turned and was walking on down the street with her. As he spoke, he saw the look of utter surprise, dismay, and then they were all blotted out by instant sympathy for him. With her ready tact she did not exclaim over it; she only looked up at him and asked, " Why? " THE HERITAGE 151 All the laughter had left her. The brown eyes were serious. " I had to, " he said. " Mr. La Rue said it was no use. He said I would never play. I didn ' t have the heart in it. " " How does he know? " the girl asked impulsively. " You do play. You play wonderfully. Do you remember the night I moved away from the old house ? " The words brought back memories, and the hot color flamed up in her cheeks at the thought that she should have mentioned it, but she went on quickly. " You played out under the old oak and — and it was wonderful. It made me see things — beautiful things; oh, I can ' t tell you " She realized suddenly that she was telling him more than she had ever meant to. Her eyes were straight ahead, and she did not see the look that leaped into his. He bent toward her. Words were on his lips — and he turned away. What right had he to say them? What had he to offer? " Mr. La Rue ought to know, " he said. " My father said he would. " " What are you going to do? " the girl asked, reaching out quickly for another subject. Her cheeks were still hot because she had mentioned that night. What right had he to know that she still remembered? " I am going away, " he said, and he did not look at her. " Going away? " she repeated. " Yes, " he told her. " There is a place out in Ohio where my father and mother lived and where I was born. All that ' s left me to do is to go out there and cultivate it and see if I can make a living out of it. " " I am going to-morrow, " he said. She was on the top step, and turned suddenly. The vine clambering over the porch made a halo about her with its delicate green. 152 THE AURORA " To-morrow? " she said; and " To-morrow? " she said again, and there was a queer tremble in her voice that he did not hear. " But you are coming back ? " she questioned. He shook his head. " I was coming back, " he said, and his eyes sought hers for an instant, " but that was in the long ago when I thought that some day I would be famous and could come back here — but now that can never be. " There was silence. If he had looked up he would have seen the great wistfulness in the girl ' s face. The whole heart of her was crying out to comfort him. " Good-bye, " he said quickly, and turned and went down the steps. " And you weren ' t even coming to tell me good-bye? " she said slowly. " I couldn ' t, " he said brokenly, and went on down the walk. He dared not even look back. In the small room above his studio the old musician was writing. " He told me to-day his address, and, to my surprise, I realized that it must be somewhere in your neighborhood. I thought of you at once, but I didn ' t mention the fact to him. Look him up, but don ' t mention me. If there is music in him it is bound to come out, and there ' s a mere possibility there may be some there. Goodness knows, there ought to be! His father had enough of it in him. For his father ' s sake I ' ll do all in my power for him. He helped me out once — you remember. You are musician enough yourself to know music when you hear it. Anyway, do all you can for him. Yours, as ever, Henby LaRxje. The old musician folded the letter and put it in an envelope. " He ' s queer, " he said, half-aloud, " but he ' ll do it. " THE HERITAGE 153 It was a late summer afternoon, and, as the one traveler on the road turned from the dust to the cool shade of the wood-path, he heaved a sigh of relief. " Just like Henry, " he muttered, " to make me go wander- ing ' round the country on a wild-goose chase like this. How does he expect me to know where to find this young scape goat ? He might be in any of these pla ces for miles around here. As if I didn ' t have anything to do but go gadding around the country to find this young protege of his. " He was a queer-looking figure, as he made his way through the woods, tall and gaunt as he was, with a face tanned by the sun and a dilapidated old farmer ' s hat drawn down over his eyes. The people around the country called him " The Hermit. " Now as he made his way along the narrow path, the keen eyes under the heavy eyebrows noted each object. At the sound of someone chopping wood, he stopped. Then he followed in the direction of the sound. A man strong and broad of shoulder was hewing down a tree. The " Hermit " stood still and studied him, his gaze lingering long on the face. Evidently his survey was satisfac- tory, for he nodded. " That ' s he, " he told himself. Leaning against a tree he addressed him. His language was that of the farmers about him. He had foiind it brought less notice to himself. " When did you come? " he asked, as though continuing a conversation. The young man started at the unexpected sound. " Hello ! " he said, raising his head and thus giving the other a good look at his face. It was a strong face, the " Hermit " noted, with a firm chin; the skin was clear, but browned by the sun — a face full of determination. The eyes were blue and looked 154 THE AURORA squarely at him, but there was a sadness in the lines about his mouth. The " Hermit " repeated his question. " Since early spring, " the man answered. " And you have done all this by yourself since spring? " The " Hermit ' s " gaze wandered over the place about him and took in every change. " When I was here last spring it looked like a wilderness. " The man nodded. The " Hermit " took a pipe from his pocket, lighted it and smoked leisurely. " What ' s your name ? " he asked at last. " Richard Beverly. " The old man nodded to him. " I thought so, " he said. " What did you say? " " I said I had heard so. " He drew several puffs from his pipe. The man went on with his work. " Get lonely? " the " Hermit " inquired carelessly. " At times, " the man answered him. " Better come over and be sociable then, " and the " Her- mit " was gone. The man laid down his ax to watch him disappearing through the woods. " He ' s a queer old fellow, " he said. The " Hermit " walked slowly, stopped, considered, then made a short cut down to a small stream. " I guess the only thing to do is to wait, " he said, and settled himself against a tree. Slowly the afternoon drew to a close. The sky was a glory of golden light. The very forest trees seemed to reflect it. Then he turned slowly and made his way noiselessly back. " If there ' s any music in him, " he muttered, " it will come out now. " The faint sound of a violin came to him. He went nearer, then stood still and listened. THE HEEITAGE 155 It was more than an hour before he turned and went back along the path-way, and as he went he brushed something suspiciously like tears from his eyes. He came again the next day, and the next — always alone and at the same hour. The man who played never knew he was there. Over a week later he brought someone else with him. It was the little musician. " You are sure it is he ? " the musician questioned eagerly. The " Hermit " nodded. Together they stood silent in the dusk of the trees and waited. Then the man began to play. The musician leaned forward, listening intently. Then he caught the " Hermit " by the arm. " It is his father ' s violin, " he whispered excitedly. " He has found it. " Neither spoke after that. The musician stood entranced, listening. As Henry La Rue listened he saw again his friend, the father of the boy, and the slight woman beside him — beauti- ful as of old. The music held in it life and joy and love, and into it there crept the murmurs of the forest, the tink- lings of the streams, the whisperings of the leaves, and then the soft, far-away sounds of the twilight hour and the great love of a man ' s heart — was it the father ' s or the son ' s? In the playing he saw all over again the joy of living that those two had found who had once come to live in the forest. And then there crept a note of sadness into the music. He saw the slight form of the woman grow frail. The sad- ness deepened. The music seemed fidl of a sorrow too deep for words. The woman had left him with the falling of the leaves. But was that all? Was it only a past sorrow he was playing? On and on the man played. It was the sorrow of a man ' s heart. The musician, standing tense, wondered. Was it the violin or was it the lonely months in the forest that had 156 THE AURORA taught the man this great sorrow, or was it something beyond all this that had come into the life of the one who played? The music grew low, trembled, and died away. Neither man moved. Then, suddenly, the musician sprang forward and stood in front of the player. " Wonderful, man, won- derful! " he said, seizing him by the arm. Richard Beverly stood perfectly still, as though struck dumb by the sudden apparition before him. " You must come with me for the winter. The place you wanted is yours. Will you come ? " he asked eagerly. A vision of all it meant to him to go back came to Richard Beverly for an instant. " Will I come? " he repeated. " Do you need to ask ? " It was in the month of May that Richard Beverly led his young wife into the forest. She was tall, with a rich mass of brown hair above the laughing brown eyes, and had a small dimple at the corner of her mouth. How unlike she was to the woman who had first come in the long ago, yet, as Richard Beverly looked down into her eyes, it seemed to him that there was nothing more beautiful in the whole world. Sarah Hansell, ' 14. 157 31 at) am a Some people think Virginia is the only place to live — Tnat home of presidents and statesmen great; That there ' s nowhere such prosperity, such wealth and beauty, too, And they glory in the " Old Dominion State. " But they haven ' t seen the moonlight stealing over i,Iobile Bay With a silent charm you never can forget. And there ' s something still to live for, still to think of, and to hope, For they haven ' t been to Alabama yet! Then some others love old Georgia as the " garden spot of all, " And say that nothing can with it compare; That no other state such cities and such wondrous sights can boast; That no other land could ever be as fair. But they haven ' t seen the prairies and the fields of cotton white; For the sun can nowhere else so grandly set That in awe and admiration you in silent rapture stand, For they haven ' t been to Alabama yet! Be their home in Carolina, in Kentucky, Tennessee — Though it seem to them of all the states the best; Be their mottoes great and glorious, they can never equal ours In its simple homeliness, for " Here we rest. " And until they see the beauty of the lordly Tennessee They may know the sight of all they ' ve ever met And that earth has some things waiting for the sad and weary heart, If they haven ' t been to Alabama yet! Charlotte Jackson, ' 14 158 THE AUBORA Locals MOENING AT A. S. C. (Apologies to Tennyson.) The sunshine falls on college walls, Our Agnes Scott of song and story: But no one sees the flowers and trees, The campus in its morning glory. Rest, students, rest; moments are surely creeping. Rest, students, weary students; sleeping, sleeping, sleeping! hark, O hear! how loud and clear, And louder, clearer, ever sounding! With death-like knell, the rising-bell The silent halls are now resounding! Rouse, students, rouse! See the new day now breaking. Rouse, students, sleepy students! waking, waking, waking. The moments fly, the hours go by, And breakfast-bells are loudly ringing; Then chapel comes, the college hums, While each new hour its task is bringing. Rush, students, rush! This is no time for shirking. Rush, students, busy students! working, working, working. » AUX HOMMES At a college we know, — A. S. C, Where maidens can get their A. B., Five bachelors are. Each one is a " star " ; On this, everyone will agree. The first one is J. D. M. A., The freshman ' s delight, so they say. Though of themes every week They most feelingly speak, Yet he says he can ' t keep them away. 159 Of course, C. P. O. must come next, Whose life by fair women is vexed. Though a tin sword he need He ' ll not have it, indeed! But he really is greatly perplexed. A celebrity, C. W. D.— The wonder of all A. S. C. Be it ballads or waltzes, Fugues, preludes, or valses, He ' s skillful in equal degree. Regard B. M. B. number four. Of patience possessing such store That, though girls do annoy, He them doth enjoy; And will never admit they ' re a bore. Here comes our old friend L. H. J., From a state that is far, far away; But since o ne girl is pretty And charming and witty, He ' s delighted in Georgia to stay. C. Jackson, ' 14. The A. S. C. " Diet Bunch " Among the fair maidens of Agnes Scott who, because of their ill health and poor digestion, are forced to eat at the Diet Table, we can not fail to notice: — First, poor little Margaret Roberts who has been in ill health for quite a long while and has been at the Diet Table almost constantly. She now weighs only about one hundred and fifty pounds and is very frail and weak-eyed. On her right sits another pale maiden — Euth Blue by name — who has been suffering years with " Galloping Thinness, " but Euth is building up nicely on eggs and toast. Dr. Sweet thinks that she will soon be able to eat more. 160 THE ATJEOBA Ethel McConnell is another very delicate girl, and is a victim of the incurable disease of " Final-come-and-get-us. " Poor Ethel ! It seems that she will never be well again unless there is a " Mark " -ed change soon. At the head of the Diet Table sits Kate Richardson, of low stature and very thinly built, but it seems that Kate enjoys the eggs and toast, for she is always served three or four times. But we must not overlook so conspicuous a figure as Lottie May Blair. !No one can understand why Dr. Sweet ever sent Lottie May to the Diet Table, for there is not a healthier, stronger-looking girl at Agnes Scott. Her ninety pounds are really something awful. Jean Ashcraft and Martha Rogers must certainly be weary of their " Diet " ere this, for they have been at that table long enough. Jean suffers with " Social Neuralgia, " which, they say, is incurable. But as for Martha, she is afflicted with nothing except an enormous appetite. Louise Du Pre ' s health gave way her first week in college, and even now she has no color in her cheeks at all. The milk she drinks must be marvelous. Marvelous??? Well, anyhow, she says it is good for the complexion, and to gain such a blessing as that she would do anything. Last, but not least, we must mention Frances Dukes, for she is not least by any means. Indeed, she is the ring-leader in " all the misconduct at the Diet Table, which would not be toler- ated in the youngest member of the Academy. " She is never satisfied with anything at the Diet Table, and often wonders when there ' ll be a change of menu. Since these delicate maidens are not allowed to eat between meals the dainties and delicacies which so appeal to the college girl ' s heart, they are often heard to wail: — " 01 all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: ' We ' re hungry again! ' " 161 MENU FOR EACH DAY OF THE WEEK: IBEAKFAST DlNNEK EGGS TOAST MILK SPINACH ASPARAGUS FERNS PURITY OF THOUGHT EGGS SUPPEB TIN CANS CANNED GOSSIP TOAST Markley, MeKinney, and Young, they say, Make Freshies think it ' s surely doomsday. " Tell me, my child, " the trio once said, " Tell me, in truth, what have you read? " An inward quake had this poor girl; Her youthful head began to whirl. " Speak, Genevieve, " MeKinney said, " Speak, Genevieve, what have you readl " Then answered Freshie, with frozen stare, " Nothing, I guess, unless it ' s my hair! " SePL IS. Early birds arrive and perch on gate-posts, that they might swoop down on any chance Freshie and bear her and her suit-case up the steps, chirping, meanwhile, about the superiority of " the " Society Hall. 19. " Oh, my dear (kiss-kiss)! Am so enthused over seeing you (kiss- kiss) ! Where are you rooming? Any cute " Newies " (kiss- kiss) ? etc. " 20. Blockheads pay up for last year ' s folly in the form of flunked exams. Usual enthusiasm among the Freshmen over Miss McKinney. 21. In case the new girls should take life at A. S. C. in too frivolous a vein, Dr. Gaines proceeds to weigh down their soaring spirits with his new address on opportunity and cooperation. 22. Freshies search in vain for those kind friends who wrote to them during the summer. 23. Y. W. rushing begins in earnest. Great anxiety as to whether the new girls will join it or the Sunday Xight Chafing Dish Club. 24. Y. W. C. A. lawn party. Pink lemonade and cakes ; sandwiches in between Mnemosynean and Propylean remarks. 26. Saturday afternoon : Freshmen introduced to Montgomery and to Brown-Allen. Annual Y. W. reception. Faculty dress-suits return. 27. Rainy Sunday afternoon. Flood feared on account of Freshmen ' s tears. 29. Blue and yellow, green and white, rushing begins with all its might. 30. New kimonos appear in public at Mnemosynean Japanese Party. 163 L- 9. 11. 12. 14. 18. 21. 28. 31. Profs take their turn at " Newies " with a circus. Johnson-Jeffries fight realistically rendered. Propylean Prom. Much walking. Enthusiasm grows with each step. Mnemosynean Prom. Pushing waxes more and more exciting. Tears of joy and kisses versus wailing and gnashing of teeth ! Accepts ! ' ' Regrets ! M. L. S. ? P. L. S. ? Rumbling ' s of war in the distance. Freshmen sit up and take notice. War cloud breaks. Midnight march of white-clad Sophomores ! Rules and Regulations ! Fly-paper does not always catch expected victim. Green ribbons appear. Oh, what pretty hair those Freshmen have ! Sophomores live up to their motto, " Topknot, come down. " Peace fires; Freshmen and Juniors in front of Inman Hall; Sophomores and Seniors on top of Science Hall. All enmity goes up in smoke. College crushes come into prominence. Freshmen write a book: " How to Run a College, " by Me. Wails and complaints on all sides about Freshmen courses. Lavalette ' s increasing popularity necessitates resignation from Aurora staff. Oh, how we hate this six-day schedule ! Hallowe ' en Party in attic of Inman Hall. Such representative ghosts as " The little dog that came on Agnes Scott campus and changed to hash. " 164 ,.i ■.: 1. First chilly day heralded by Arm ' s mittens. 4. A. S. C. Suffragettes revel in stump-speaking and decide the future of the United States by electing Woodrow Wilson President. 5. Charmed to see that the United States agrees with our decision. Various parties visit Five Points, one chaperoned [ ? ! ?] by Mr. Bachman. 8. Seniors take advantage of new privilege and appear late to breakfast, marching in what would have been a stately line if E. P. M. had not stumped her toe as she passed Miss Hopkins ' table. 1-4. Reception for delegates of Y. W. C. A. Council. Miss Hopkins a tight-wad ! 16. Holiday from two-hour classes to attend five-hour convention. 19. Seniors clothed in their outward and visible signs of dignity. 20. ' New President of Student Government elected. 23. A. S. C. attends " Peter Pan. " Greatly appreciated. Pear end of car reserved for weepers. 24. " Arm " unable to conduct prayers. Lost — one prayer-book. 25. Juniors begin strenuous training for basket-ball. 28. Everybody thankful for turkey. At least three-sixteenths of an inch of snow on ground. 29. Dr. Sweet works overtime. 30. Allie entertains Seniors with a luncheon. 165 UiisT- I UEL=?r Btn V oreDass Ip ho URS « s J . J nst eighteen more days ! i. Uncle Sam mail-boxes installed at A. S. C. 3. Miss Rivers on time at book-closet. (i. Great sorrow at Miss Edith ' s departure, and speculation as to whether Miss Miller has keen enough insight to see under beds. 7. Freshmen and Seniors gain laurels in first game of year. 9-14. Faculty Xmas presents take the form of tests. 11. Alumna; Bazaar. " Arm ' s " doll has two sets of clothes this year. 14. Der Deutsche Verein. Most appropriate presents. " Arm " draws a trunk of doll-clothes, and Miss Meinhardt a Roosevelt jumping- jack. 15. Everybody cuts church to pack. 16. Props ' Xmas party. Give many helpful suggestions to Faculty. 17. Rebekah Scott Faculty blow themselves for the prettiest party of the season. Music while we eat. 18. Everybody calm and collected! Not even a trunk-strap lost! ! 19. There ' s no place like Home. Sweet Home. 166 3. Back for eight-o ' clock classes. Everybody smiles in spite of, not because of, circumstances. 4. Miss Smith late to class and forgets to apologize. 5. Martha Brenner cuts church. 6. Senior lamps give place to electric lights. No more hair-curling and toast-making. 7. 0. P. 0. sleeps through astronomy class. S. M. C. prefers wedding bells to school bells. Great relief to see that A. S. C. does not always produce old maids. 10. Annual talk on dancing by Miss Hopkins. Turkey trot and bunny hug forbidden. Virginia reel and minuet approved. 11. One night when our rest was not disturbed by fire drill. 12. Margaret Houser attends Simday school! 13. Y. W. Backwards Party. 14. Kate Clark, a member of the novel course, looks Atlanta over for Scott ' s " Pendennis " ! 1 " ). Exams begin! General opinion that whoever said ignorance is bliss is a 17. Miss Shepherd gives concert after prayers. 20-27. Dr. Gaines spends a week at home. 21. D. M. tells a new joke: " It ' s all oil ' ! What? The hair off Sylvester ' s head ! " 23. Exams continue. Alarming increase in death rate. 25. G. P. S. Senior Class arrives to spend week-end. Faculty-Student play. Percy displays suspected ability for making love. 27. Beverley and Olivia chaperon every irregular Freshman in college. 30. Miss Hopkins attends vaudeville for first time and watched whole performance from between her fingers. 31. No one yawns in ' " Pol. Econ. " 167 " Sf T 111 i T T Y7 r W f ' lp- 1. Rebekah Scott girls have their path through college made much smoother by the linoleum on second and third floors. 2. Mr. Bachman washes his specs in soup. 3. Variation in regular Monday dinner. 4. Will wonders never cease ? Exec makes presents of all restrictions. 5. As the weather is cold, everybody appears in thin dresses for Annual pictures. 6. A show comes to town and J. D. M. A. do esn ' t go ! 7. Dr. Sweet forgets to kiss Miss McKinney good-night, so they say. 8. Mnemosynean Society gives " Much Ado About Nothing. " 9. Dr. Campbell White speaks in college chapel. 10. Emma Pope and Lavalette on time for one meal. 11. Olivia makes last plea for material for Annual. 15. Margaret Roberts missed from Atlanta peanut. IT. Helen Smith weeps all day. Why ? J. I. A. has gone to conference. 18. Annual goes to press. 19. Annual staff resume their studies. 168 Snow Scenes CANTICLE IV % )t $romtseti lUttti Scene 1 § tye jFtnbtf learning Before Great Learning bows Every girl, receiving his blessing. Learning : I, Learning, have watched o ' er yon, Everygirl, through all the years ; Invisible, I ' ve followed you along through joys and tears Seen by Nobody. You yourself least conscious of them all That I was present. Treading paths of duty all alone You ' ve come, until you have achieved success — a woman grown, Go, now, into the world, and happy be though not renowned; Through thorns to stars you ' ve come, and enter life with wisdom crowned. 170 THE SIL ' 13 OFFICERS FIRST TERM EMMA POPE MOSS President LAURA MEL TOWERS Vice-President MARY ENZOR Secretary and Treasurer SECOND TERM LAURA MEL TOWERS President ALLIE CANDLER Vice-President HELEN SMITH Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS Grace Anderson Emma Pope Moss Olivia Bogacki Janie McGaughey Allie Candler Eleanor Pinkston Kate Clark Margaret Roberts Frances Dukes Layalette Sloan Mary Enzor Florence Smith Elizabeth Joiner Helen Smith Louise Maness Laura Mel Towers 172 LAURA MEL TOWERS, B. A.. P. L. S., C C " will believe thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character. " ' ' Put down six and carry two (Gee! but that is hard to do! ) " Watch her figures go to smash, Theorems fail and cosines clash! Trig she took at A. S. C. Forced by Faculty ' s decree; Midnight oil and " morning watches " Led to nothing more than botches. But she passed it ( so they say ) , Now let ' s yell hurrah ! hurrah ! Yet our hearts, in sore distress, Bid lis fear her Math ' s success! (L. K. Sloan — companion in misery.) 173 ALLIE CANDLER. B. A.. P. L. S., C C " It is good To lengthen to the last a sunny mood. " " Dad " couldn ' t do without her, " Dad " his girl must see; And so a modern Portia We ' ll let our Allie be. In matters of law and knowledge, " A partner ' right ' ! " " Dad " said. And some day not far distant, A statesman will she wed. 174 GRACE ANDERSON, B. A., M. L. S. " There teas a soft and jjensive grace. A cast of thought upon her face. " In " Household Ec, " at A. S. C. A sure ' nough cook she learned to be; Then hear her lecture in the town, For in this work she ' ll gain renown. 175 MARY ENZOR, B. A., P. L. S. ' Good nature and good sense must ever join. ' Within our midst this steady maid Her pilgrimage did make; And who ' d have thought that she ' d elope With patent med ' cine fake ! 17G ELIZABETH JOINER. B. A,, P. L. S. " Those about her From, her shall learn perfect ways of honor. " " Schmile und de world schmiles mit you. Laugh und de world vill roar, " Weep and " Tilly " will cheer you And you ' ll have to roar some more. Far back in good old school days She ruled, with wisdom, all, Y. W. funds collected Just see how far she ' ll fall! She ' ll enter a traveling circus, The queen of clowns is she ; She ' ll marry the gay ringmaster, A funny pair ' t will be! 177 HELEN SMITH, B. A., P. L. S, 2 A t " We grant, altho ' she has much wit tihe teas very shy of using it. " As prima donna she will sing, And sing and sing and sing; The neighbors move with shattered nerves, But still her Kate will cling. 178 KATE CLARK, B. A., M. L. S., 2 A $ ' Whatever chance sltall brim , We mil bear with equanimity: The will is good but flesh is weak. Yet faithful to the last: As audience, bocster, friend, and chum She ahvaxs st!eketh fast! 179 FRANCES DUKES. B. A.. P. L. S., C C ' Give me some music; music, moody food Of those that trade in love. " Perpetual motion was her state. When here at Agnes Scott. Her summers fishing she will spend In Southern Georgia, hot. 180 OLIVIA BOGACKI, B. A., M. L. S:, 2 A lady, nobility is thine, And thy form is the reflection of thy natur A debutante of note and fame, A butterfly most gay, Bogacki tried to change her name. " ' A count she ' d like, " they say. But days glide on and chances pass, Old-maid-hood looms ahead; She takes a preacher mighty quick, " He ' ll have to do, " she said. 181 EMJIA POPE MOSS, B. A., P. L. S. " The spirit of youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. ' Strict and stern, a spinster she. A " school-marm, " by her own decree: Though to her students kind she ' ll be, Yet, in " mere man, " no good she ' ll see. 182 LAV ALETTE SLOAN, B. A,, P. L. S. ' 0 t iat my tongue were in the thunder ' s mouth. Then with a passion would I sliake the world. " On Lookout Mountain in Tennessee She nsed to spend summers, you see; But now in " fine feathers " from " gay Paree, " In Newport, a widow, she. A merry widow with eyes and smile. And she uses them. too. they say; She likes the men, ves, every one. And with all she ' has her way. She talks slang and " gush " to the college boy. And " tramps " with the athlete tall ; And with widowers, bachelors, equally coy. She really does like them all. 183 JANIB MacGAUGHEY, B. A., M. L. S. " Let knowledge grow from more to mort A " jack-of -all-trades " she ' s bound to be, We ' ve seen it here at A. S. C. ; With A ' s in Chem. and Lit. and Math., The praise of all the Fac. she hath. A question mark ahead has she For what on earth is best to be? When good at all, how can she choose, The ot Iters then she ' ll have to lose! EEEAXOR PIXKSTOX, B. A., M. L. S. ■ ' For allot I will, I will, and there ' s tin end: A Quaker maid in dress and look. Ne ' er love to us expressed: A dog-asylum fad then took, From which she ' ll have no rest! ( Who ' d have thought it ! ) 185 MARGARET ROBERTS, B. A., M. L. S., C C " Describe me. who can. " " A look, a smile, a dimple, " Equals a flirt, you know. She ' ll use her art at charming And " catch " full many a beau. 186 FLORENCE SMITH. B. A., M. L. S. ' For who does nothing with a better riiace? " F. N. Smith for Woman ' s Rights! " Her banner heads parades: The suffragettes all follow her On window-smashing raids. 187 LOUISE MANESS, B. A., P. L. S. ' .-I quiet conscience makes one so serene. ' Though disappointed in the past In trips abroad, Louise, In " self -conducted tours " at last You ' ll often cross the seas. 188 THE SILHOUETT The Garden of 1913 EVETvAL years ago — four I believe it has been — I made the acquaintance of a kind old gardener, the pride of whose heart was a flower-garden he was planting at Agnes Scott. I became very much interested in his work, and used to watch him often as he carefully made his plan, sparing neither time nor care in working among the young plants and setting each aright. And now at last, even as I am writing, I view the i esult of his four years ' labor — his garden in full bloom. One of the dearest and quaintest flowers in this garden is the old-fashioned Pink — Louise Maness — who, though one of the smallest, is one of the most important little flowers in the whole garden. Here she has been quietly growing for the past four years, being one of the first flowers planted, and she has always proved herself a welcome neighbor to all the other flowers. Near her grows a tiny blue Forget-me-not — Grace Anderson — who, in h r quiet and simple way, has also for four years done her part in completing the plan of the garden. Xot far away grows a Pansy, — Allie Candler, — giving a happy touch of brightness to all the neighboring plants. Although she has been growing in the same spot during the whole time the gardener has been working with his flowers, making changes here and there, never once has she failed to show her sunny face and brighten rainy days, and to shed many rays of brightness upon the flowers all about her. Over in one corner, growing side by side, are two rather tall flowers, the one a dark red Dahlia — Kate Clark; and the other a Black-eyed Susan — Helen Smith. Dahlias love Black-eyed Susans, and so for four years these two flowers have grown together, sufficient unto themselves. In another corner grows a Tiger-Lily, — Florence Smith, — a tall and slender plant that has always done its best with its varied shades to fulfil its duty toward that part of the garden. On the side of the garden opposite where the Tiger-Lily grows, another corner is filled by Marigold and Petunia, — Janie MacGaughey and Mary Enzor, — two of the hardiest plants in the garden and two that have always grown steadily, maintaining their positions as two of the strongest and most important plants. 1S9 SIL 1 : UETT 1 4 In the center of the garden a bright and glowing Nasturtium — Lily Joiner — attracts the observer ' s attention. The gardener says that no flower has grown more than this one. The other flowers all like the bright Nasturtium, even when she raises her head and commands order among them, and all agree that none has done more to brighten the days of others and to add fun and frolic to playtime hours than the Nasturtium. Not far from the Nasturtium grows a taller flower, a Narcissus — Laura ]Mel Towers — who, although she has been growing in the garden only three years, has made herself essential to the flowers ' happiness. She was trans- planted from the Alabama garden, and, in her growth at Agnes Scott, has endeared herself to every heart by her kind words and gentle maimer. In truth, the garden would not be complete without her. Across from the Narcissus grews a Daffodil, — Eleanor Pinkston, — an independent, sturdy, fresh, little flower that has always, in many phases of garden life, shown herself necessary to the business affairs and general well- being of the other flowers. The Daffodil often helps the Nasturtium in both work and play, and these two flowers, though not the largest, keep order in the garelen. At some little distance from the Daffodil grows a white Eose, tinted with pink, — Olivia Bogacki. The Rose did not grow well for awhile, and the gardener was once afraid it would not bloom with the other flowers, but last summer she made up for lost time, and now ranks among the strongest. The Eose loves for the rain to come and make little puddles on the ground, for then she can bow her pretty head and watch its reflection in the rain-drop mirror. Another flower that has not grown as long in the garden as the others is the Chrysanthemum — Emma Pope Moss. Tall and strong, this flower has tried to fulfil its duties, and is truly one of the very happiest in the garden. Not very far away from this tall flower grows a bright, active, little Daisy — Lavalette Sloan — that is continually talking and bobbing its head. This little Daisy has done much in creating life and spirit for the garden, and, as we look at her now, every petal seems to say that the Daisy is ready to be transplanted to some other garden to grow beside some Sweet William. On the other side of the Daisy grows another lively flower, a Johnny-jump- up — Frances. Dukes. She has often helped the Daisy liven up the garden life, adding zeal and active sport on many occasions. 190 THE SILHOUETTE Beside this sprightly little flower grows a straight and hardy Aster — Margaret Roberts — who, in her quiet and steady way, has helped the tall flowers uphold the dignity of the garden. Only one flower that ever grew in this garden has disappeared. The timid Violet, — Mary Lawson Link, — who is still dear to the hearts of all the flowers, could not stand the garden soil, and so returned to her early home whence she had come to the gardener ' s keeping. And now she grows with other flowers in a garden of South Carolina, still remembered by her Georgia neighbors. And uow I see the gardener himself approaching to take a last look at his flowers, and, as he draws near, he says in saddened tones : " The time has come to gather them and to send them forth to bless others. " E Jilt a Pope Moss, Historian. SILHOUETTE Senior Class ipoem Now, life is waiting for your feet, Her many trials you must meet; May each one prove a blessing sweet, Nineteen-thirteen ! In every path of life you go You will meet joy and maybe woe, Sometimes a friend, sometimes a foe, Nineteen-thirteen. To each dear girl we thus address We every one wisli happiness. May she her home and loved ones bless! Nineteen-thirteen ! And now good-bye to A. S. C. Our school work soon will finished be; Our college life will end with thee, Nineteen-thirteen. Forever may each girl be known As well befits herself, and own She trusted thee, and thee alone, Nineteen-thirteen. As we grow older day by day, As homeward each girl wends her way, Let each one love, as well she may, Nineteen-thirteen ! 192 : ...... ..:.■; Senior Will We, the undersigned members of the Class of 1913, being still of sound mind and body, despite our four years of strenuous labor, do hereby make our last will and testament to the Class of 1914. Item 1. We do hereby declare all past documents null and void. Item 2. Mary Enzor bequeathes her library hours to Annie McLarty and her superfluous flesh to Lottie May Blair. Item 3. Frances Dukes wills her love for musical comedies to Charlotte Jackson and her untiring energy to Ruth Blue. Item 4. Elizabeth Joiner wills her ability to act the " fool " to Theodosia Cobbs and her executive powers to Mildred Holmes. Item 5. Laura Mel Towers bequeathes her magic curlers to Sarah Hansell and her trig knowledge to Bertha Adams. Item 6. Eleanor Pinkston wills her French-heeled slippers to Kathleen Kennedy and her blue bow to Zollie Mc Arthur. Item 7. Helen Smith bequeathes her love for Bible courses to Martha Rogers. Item 8. Olivia Bogacki bequeathes to Ethel McConnell her privileges of chaperonage to matinees aud her skill in the " Turkey Trot. ' ' Item 9. Florence Smith wills her love for Miss Young to Mary Brown. Item 10. Grace Anderson wills to Linda Miller her keen delight in athletic stunts. Item 11. Louise Maness bequeathes her boisterousness to Annie Tait Jenkins. Item 12. Janie MacGaughey wills her flunks and frequent cuts to Mar- guerite Wells. Item 13. Emma Moss bequeaths to Ruth Hicks her stumpy stature, and to Louise McETulty her curly locks. 193 .OUETTE " Item 14. Layalette Sloan wills her tramps through the woods, her trips to Aunt Roxie ' s, and her Faculty secrets to Nell Clark. Item 15. Kate Clark wills her new black switch to Essie Roberts. Item 1( . Allie Candler bequeathes her serious manner and quiet demeanor to Helen Brown. Item 17. Margaret Roberts wills her graceful carriage and slim waist to Mary Pittard. IN MeNMRY. loQ Mflbc CqIIeue Fr.I£ND BDRN-SEpMIOT Died- Mnr-11 ' 3 He SIeepeTK iw EKEPK " Giffl5 Herri-. 191 ■■■■--. ■ . . ■-.. Cpilogur The play is ended. This the cue, For Xobody to say adieu. But first he asks you, in Nobody ' s Name, Be just, be merciful, be fair. To " Evekygikl, " our effort, everywhere. The faults are many. Nobody ' s the blame. 195 ... - S . UETTI: Directory Adams. Bertha Pine Apple, Ala. Allison, Helen Madisonville, Teim. Anderson, Beverley ' 20!) Madison St., Lynchburg, Va. Anderson, Grace - Decatur, Ga. Anderson, Lillian Danburg, Ga. Anderson, Margaret Winston-Salem, N. C. Ashcrajt, Jean Monroe, N. C. Bedinger, Mary 51 Waddell St., Atlanta, Ga. Black, Marion 441 S. Hull St., Montgomery, Ala. Blair, Lottie May Monroe. N. ( ' . Blue, Mynelle Union Springs, Ala. Blue, Ruth Union Springs, Ala. Bogacei, Olivia 129 Park Place, Montgomery. Ala. Bogle, Elizabeth Lenoir City, Tenn. Bomer, Cherry Vicksburg, Miss. Boyd, Lucile Hartford, Ala. Bradshaw, Martha 2100 Highland Ave.. Birmingham. Ala. Branham, Emmee Bolton, Ga. Brenner, Martha 1363 Broad St., Augusta, Ga. Briesenick, Clara Brunswick, Ga. Briesenick. Gertrude Brunswick, Ga. Briggs, Corinne Valdosta, Ga. Brinkley, Florence ...Decatur, Ga. Brinkley, Rcsa 358 Peachtree. Atlanta. Ga. Brown, Elizabeth Paragould. Ark. Brown, Helen 535 Vine St., Chattanooga, Tenn. Brown, Margaret 535 Vine St., Chattanooga, Tenn. Brown. Mary Stamps, Ark. Brown. Helen 442 W. Peachtree, Atlanta, Ga. Bruner, Pauline Morristown, Tenn. Bryan, Annie Pope Decatur, Ga. Bryan, Mary 623 22d St., Birmingham, Ala. Buchanan, Alma Stamps, Ark. Buchanan, Omah Stamps, Ark. Bulgin, Elizabeth Franklin, N. C. Burke, Elizabeth 508 Cherry St., Macon, Ga. Byrd, Pauline Enterprise, Ala. 196 q " ypfttr . ■ . .... ; Cameron, Annie 288 Ponce de Leon, Atlanta. Ga. Camp, Gladys 1700 Grace St., Lynchburg. Va. Candler. Allie Druid Hills, Atlanta. Ga. Cabrere, Sallie Dublin, Ga. Carter. Lorine r Richland, Ga. Christie, Susie Adams St.. Decatur. Ga. Clark, Kate 418 Alabama St., Montgomery, Ala. Clarke, Nell 210 Ellis St., Augusta. Ga. Cobbs, Theodosia Hi Iberville St., Mobile, Ala. Cofer. Ruth 61 Oak St., Atlanta. Ga. Cooper, Laura 155 Peeples St., Atlanta, Ga. Gumming, Marie Rome, Ga. Day, Florence Monroe, Ga. Doe, Mildred Griffin, Ga. Duncan, Frances , Auburn. Ala. Duncan, Beth -. Elberton. Ga. Dukes, Frances Quitman, Ga. Dunlap, Louise 1153 Broadway, Beaumont. Texas. DuPre, Louise Attalla, Ala. Elkins, Willie Mae Fitzgerald, Ga. Enzor, Mary Troy, Ala. Farley, Lorinda Madison, Ala. Faucette, Louisa Bristol, Tenn. Ferguson. Mary Thomasville, Ga. Fields, Margaret 100 Lucile Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Finney ' , Lucile Decatur, Ga. Fisher, Aileen Morristown, Tenn. Frierson, Everette ; Andalusia, Ala Fuller, Annie Mary 04 E. 17th St., Atlanta, Ga. Gailliard. Fixra 06 St. Francis- St.. Mobile. Ala. Gay, Eloise 395 Capitol Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Geohegan, Grace 1428 N. 20th St., Birmingham, Ala. Glenn, Ora Zionville, N. C. Goode, Evelyn 1105 Wise St., Lynchburg, Va. Gray. Ruby Butler, Ala. Gregory, Elizabeth Cornersville, Tenn. ' Griffin. Florine Dade City, Fla. Gittiiman, Allene 800 Mulberry St., Macon, Ga. 197 ; SIC J JETTE TIP Ham. Ethel 1!. F. D. Nc. 5, Box 165, Atlanta, Ga. Ham, Jessie Elba, Ala. Hamilton. Mary Lexington, Va. Hansell, Sakah Thomasville, Ga. Harris, Grace 012 Government St., Mobile, Ala. Harris, Lucile 101 N. 19th St., Fort Smith, Ark. Harrison, Lucile Arlington, Ga. Hart, Vivian Hudspeth, Ark. Harvison, Ray Junction City, Ark. Hicks, Ruth Dublin, Ga. Hill. Rosa G16 Washington St., Greenville, S. C. Holmes, Mildred Sylvester, Ga. Hood, Charis - Seminary Heights, Atlanta, Ga. Hooper, Christine 779 Piedmont Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Horn, Mahota Franklin, N. C. Houser, Margaret Anniston, Ala. Hutcheson, Louise Decatur, Ga. Hyer. Mary Orlando, Fla. Jackson, Charlotte Tuscumbia, Ala. Jackson, Willie Belle Velasec-, Texas. Jenkins, Annie Tait Crystal Springs, Miss. Johnson, Lillian 127 Nelson St., Atlanta, Ga. Joiner, Lily Hawkinsville, Ga. Jones, Emma Decatur, Ga. Jones, Josie Valdosta, Ga. Kell, Frances.... Pascagoula, Miss. Kelly, Annis - Vienna, Ga. Kelly, Mary - Monticello, Ga. Kennedy, Katherine Brick Church, Tenn. Kennedy, Kathleen Pulaski, Tenn. Kennon, Mary Will McRae, Ga. King, Daisy Sewanee, Tenn. King, Sallie Mai Elkton, Tenn. Lambdin, Henrietta Barnesville, Ga. Lackey, Rebekah Louisa, Ky. Lee, Virginia Monroe, N. C. Lindamood, Katherine -. Columbia, Miss. Lott, Maude. Brunswick, Ga. Lowenheim, Claudia 34% Whitehall, Atlanta, Ga. 198 Maddox, Lula H701 Walher Ave.. Birmingham, Ala. Maness, Mary Louise Decatur. Ga. Mayson, Annie 274 Ponce tie Leon Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Meek, Mabel : : Warren, Ark. Miller, Linda 103 Peachtree Place, Atlanta, Ga. Mister, Lidie Tyler. Ala. Montgomery, Annie Yazoo City, Miss. Morgan, Roberta Heflin, Ala. Morris, Fannie Mae Thomson, Ga. Moss, Emma Pope Marietta, Ga. Mustin, Dorothy Augusta, Ga. Myatt, Alvice 2010 13th Ave. S.. Birmingham, Ala, McArthur, Zollie Fort Valley, Ga. McCallie, Hattie , 1104 Main E., Knoxville, Tenn. McConnell, Ethel Commerce, Ga. McClure, Annie Norcross, Ga. McDowell, Elizabeth Griffin, Ga. McEachern, Sue Brundidge, Ala. McGaughey, Janie 00 Oak, Atlanta, Ga. McGuire, Louise Franklin, N. C- McGuire, Mildred Franklin, N. C. McIntyre, Julie 95 Peeples St.. Atlanta, Ga. McKay ' , Ethel 500 Orange St., Macon, Ga. McLarty, Anna Decatur, Ga. McMillan. Genevieve Bed Springs, N. C. McMurry ' , Lula 15 Arlington Ave., Atlanta, Ga. McNulty, Louise Dawson, Ga. Naive, Lucy 21!) Marion St.. Clarksville. Tenn. Xorwood, Isabel 520 S. Perry St., Montgomery, Ala. Oherley, Louise McRae, Ga. Parker, Catherine 253 W. Peachtree, Atlanta, Ga. Pate, Kathleen Grayson, Ga. Pharr, Ethel 275 North Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Phythian, Margaret Newport, Ky. Pinkston, Eleanor Greenville, Ga. Pittard, Mary Winterville, Ga. Pope, DeVaney Monticello, Ark. Pope, Mary Franklin, Tenn. Powers, Eva Rome, Ga. Preston, Mary Florence Church St., Decatur, Ga. 19 J TF SILHOUETTE Rawlings. Mary Sandersville, Ga. Reid, Grace Palmetto, Ga. Richardson, Kate , Rayle, Ga. Roane, Tervellyn 34 Capitol Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Robertson, Agnes Paris, Texas Robertson, Edith Dublin, Ga. Roberts, Essie. Fairburn, Ga. Roberts, Margaret Valdosta, Ga. Roberts, Mary Glenn Canton, Ga. Roberts, Molinda Canton, Ga. Rodgers, Madge Dayton, Tenn. Rogers, Martha 350 W. Peachtree, Atlanta, Ga. Rogers, Esther Franklin, N. C. Rogers, Hazel Panola, Ala. Rogers. Janie : Gainesville, Ala. Ross, Martha Morganton, N. C. Sadler, Almedia Sheffield, Ala. Saye, Rosebud 3S2 Spring St., Atlanta, Ga. Schneider, Mary Allen 420 Houston St., Chattanooga, Tenn. Schoen, Iema 306 Washington St., Atlanta, Ga. Schoefield, Freda 101 Vineville Ave., Macon, Ga. Seymour, Ninuzza 435 S. Court St., Montgomery Ala. Sloan, Lavalette 246 McCallie Ave., Chattanooga, Tenn. Smith, Florence 238 W. Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga. Smith, Hallie - - Elkin, X. C. Smith, Helen Wauchula, Fla. Spence, Mary Gadsden, Ala. Summer, Katherine Barnesville, Ga. Strickland, Mary 47 Cleburne Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Sykes, Anna 37 Columbia Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Taylor, Edna Cochran. Ga. Taylor, Elizabeth 320 Montford Ave., Asheville, N " . C. Towers, Laura Mel 2010 Thirteenth Ave., Birmingham, Ala. Tydings, Ellie B ■- Ocala, Fla. Vinson, Loverah , 16 Kings Highway, Decatur, Ga. Waddell, Ruth Decatur, Ga. Wade, Mary Trenton, Tenn. Waldron, Magara 24 Avalon Apartments, Atlanta, Ga. 200 Walker. Elizabeth 695 Peachtree. Atlanta. Ga. Wallace. Jean Marietta, Ga. Waters. Pearle Brundidge, Ala. Weatiiehley. Alice! Anniston. Ala. Weekes, Clara Decatur. Ga. Weil, Edith 325 Washington St.. Atlanta, Ga. Wells, Marguerite 724 Greene St., Augusta, Ga. West. Frances 3» Avalon Apartments, Atlanta. Ga. West. Mary Decatur. Ga. Whips, Clara Gadsden. Ala. White, Lula 32 Howard Ave.. Atlanta. Ga. Wilkerson, Bessie Carr Jasper. Tenn. Willet, Elizabeth Anniston, Ala. Wilson, Lolise 301 Seventh St., Lynchburg, Va. eomans, Mary Dawson, Ga. 201 Agnes Scott College DECATUR, GEORGIA (6 Miles from Atlanta) A College of Standard Grade for Women Superior advantages in location, buildings equipment and all educational facilities c7VIUSIC and ART For Catalog and Bulletin of Views address F. H. GAINES, D. D., LL. D. i Have a Care for the Boy MOTHERS: Q We would keep you ever pleasantly in touch with the Boys ' Department at Muse ' s. Qj There is much of interest here for you and for the boy, at all seasons. Q 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 Walter j Ballard w. Optical . JfcCo. 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Ask SHELLEY IVEY, Mgr. the College " Co-Op " 97 Peachtree St. ATLANTA Intercollegiate Bureau of Costumes Cotrell Leonard Caps, Gowns and Hoods to the American Colleges and Universities from the At- lantic to the Pacific. Correct Hoods for all Degrees. Reliable Materials, Reasonable Prices. Class Contracts a Spe- cialty. Bulletin, Samples, etc., Sent Upon Request. 472-476 Broadway, ALBANY, N. Y. . X . .K.fc.£ .K .fc. . This book is a fair sample of our work in printing, binding and caring for the engravings. Q Into all of our products, whether college publications or general commercial work, we put the infinite pains necessary to insure our patrons receiving the highest quality printing. J. P. BELL COMPANY, INCORPORATED PRINTERS. DESIGNERS, ENGRAVERS LYNCHBURG, VIRGINIA What do you think about Perhaps you haven ' t given it a thought beyond its perfect delicious- ness. That is the attitude of nine- tenths of us. But there are some people who have been misinformed (from various " ' sources of ignorance or maliciousness) and who, therefore, question vaguely the perfect wholesomeness of the beverage. Usually it is the threadbare falsehood of " Cocaine. " This is an untruth made up out of whole cloth and so we stamp it indelibly. Read What These Scientists Have Said— Recently The matter of Coca-Cola was recently discussed at the convention of the Association of State and National Food Dep ' t held at Duluth. Note what men said who had investigated in the interest of the public health. Dr. S. J. Crumbine, Secretary of the State Board of Health of Kansa9, As to stated that he knew nothing personally about there being cocaine in Coca- Cocaine Cola, having tested for cocaine and not finding it; but had so often heard that it contained cocaine and bad been told so often that its users became addicted it that be thought it worthy of discussion. Mr. J. W. Bailey, Dairy and Food Commissioner of Oregon, stated that following from several ladies he had it tested by his chemist but no cocaine was found. State Chemist of Oklaho . never found cocaine in Coca-Cola but 1 quantities) in 69 out of 72 substitutes (or imitations) of Coca-Cola Caffe ichisir ca-CoIa Prof. Edwin De Bat had found tbat drug (lr on tbe market. Note that- Dr. B. B. Ross, State Chemist of Alabama, had had Coca-Cola examined by his Dep ' t and no cocaine was found. They did find a small amount of caffeine about equal to what would be found in a cup of coffee. The following testimony was brought out at the trial in Chattanooga — U. S. Gov ' t vs. The Coca-Cola Co. — at which trial the Government lost. We give but these extracts from a famous pharmacologist ' s deposition — Dr. Schmeideberg: According to the communications which have reached me, about thirty grm. (one ounce) of Coca-Cola syrup is used to a glass of about 210 ccm. of tbe beverage. There might, therefore, be taken daily of this beverage 1,400 to 2,800 ccm. without any fear of injury to health from the quantity of caffeine contained therein. Rather might the amount of liquid and of sugar taken at the same time prove injurious by impairment of the digestive activity of the stomach. As a matter of fact, such large quantities of the beverage will but rarely, if ever, be taken. Most consumers will undoubtedly limit themselves to less. In such cases injury is entirely out of the question. Indeed, the misuse of Coca- Cola by taking it in excess, as so happens with alcoholic drinks, is in general not to be found. Not only can no well-founded objection be urged against the manufacture of food products containing caffeine by tbe introduction of this in any form, but rather should the extension of such manufacture be regarded with favor in the interests of the public welfare. On the basis of the preceding explanation, I sum up my opinion thus: That Coca-Cola syrup repre- sents a food product containing caffeine, and tbat, even in the maximum quantity which may be generally taken daily, it cannot, because of its caffeine content, be accounted injurious to health. Send for Our Booklet " The Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth About Coca-Cola " — it will interest you. It ' s just a plain, frank statement of vital facts concerning this delightful beverage. There ' s no eva- sion, no twisting of truth to fit our purpose, no dry-as-dust argument but facts — told in a way that will give you real pleasure in the reading. THE COCA-COLA CO., Atlanta, Ga. 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 today same as always. Buy the best ; don ' t take the " just as good " kind TJttvTt?t ?v Famous Bon - Bons H U Y L±Ll O 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 Reliable Druggists 24 Whitehall Street Atlanta, Ga. Pianos Phillips Crew Company ATLANTA SAVANNAH MACON Established 1865 Agnes Scott Shoes FOR Young Ladies MADE IN ALL THE NEWEST STYLES J. K. Orr Shoe Company Atlanta, Ga. w I Nashville, Chattanooga St. Louis RAILWAY WESTERN ATLANTIC RAILROAD Battlefield Route to rome, dalton, chattanooga, nashville Memphis, St. Louis and Chicago C. E. HARMAN General Passenger Agent | The Girl and the Bank Account The Best Eatables It is very important that a girl should learn how to manage her personal finances. It is practical preparation for practical life. Nothing can give her the valuable experi- ence in this direction that an individual bank ac- count will. This bank has a department exclu- sively for women, and offers to all readers of the Silhouette its best service in the handling of their finances Open An c lccount With Us Fourth National Bank J. P. Allen - Co. Women ' s and M isses Ready-to- Wear Garments Millinery and Corsets 51-53 Whitehall St. At the Rogers Store Opposite the DECATUR GEORGIA RY. STATION Fine Candies The name is the hall-mark of quality Candies That Are the Special Pride of The Southland -3f Forrest and George Adair I W13 J. Regenstein Co. 1913 1 I MILLINERY ! Suits Dresses Waists Skirts Costumes Dancing Frocks Petticoats HOSIERY VEILING NECKWEAR HANDKERCHIEFS | 40 Whitehall St. J. Regenstein Co. ATLANTA, GA. ! I 1 The Eugene V. Haynes Co. I HAVE DECIDEDLY THE HANDSOMEST STOCK OF t ARTISTIC GOLD JEWELRY jjj TO BE FOUND IN ATLANTA— ALWAYS SOMETHING NEW I EUGENE V. HAYNES CO., J P E o L R E T R E S R s D AHanta,Ga. I 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 ST. The Atlanta National Bank Atlanta, Georgia Oldest National Bank in the Cotton States Capital, $1,000,000 Surplus and Profits, $1,125,000 : : Deposits, $6,500,000 -x- % -x- f It Pays to Buy Keely-Ziegler Shoes They Look Good They Fit the Foot " They ' re Worth the Money " $3.00 $3.50 $4.00 $5.00 Keely Co. Kodaks We Also Do QUALITY Developing and Printing " We Never Disappoint " GLENN ' S Next Door Candler Building The Quality Flower Shop ttrfti jsikrf Roses Beautiful JOHN A. MANGET, President Browder- Manget Co. WHOLESALE GROCERS ATLANTA, GEORGIA -3«- -» -» -3(-.5{- MEET ME AT CONE ' S 60 Whitehall He ' ll be glad to see us i I ' ll treat to SODA " A Good Drug Store " Davison - Paxon - Stokes Co. Store of Many Departments 57-61 Whitehall Street, ATLANTA, GA. Choice Flowers For All Occasions Go to The West View Floral Co. 105 Peachtree St. ATLANTA, GA. Southern Colleges Nearly all of those which issue handsomely engraved ANNIVERSARY and COMMENCEMENT INVITATIONS are having them done by a Southern firm, which is do- ing very artistic work WE REFER TO J. P. Stevens Invitation committees would do well to obtain their prices and samples before placing their orders. X X ;;■ :; -:h: :- Alexander von The Talented Russian Violinist Highly recommended by Dr. Karl Muck says : " I am delighted with the wonderful tone quality of the cTWelodigrand. " Made in Upright-Grand and Player-Pianos Mme. Charlotte Skibinsky von Concert Pianiste and Teacher Highly endorsed by Dr. Ernest Kunwald says : " Your c Melodigrand Pianos repre- sent the artist ' s ideal in tone and touch. " A §! Melod iq rand PIANOS EXCLUSIVELY REPRESENTED BY Co. Cleveland-Manning Piano 80 N. PryOr St., Atlanta H. S. HOLMES, Mng. Director J. B. CLEVELAND, President - IV-ifC ' V.. 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