LaGrange College - Quadrangle Yearbook (Lagrange, GA)

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in cusses HAWKES BUILDING, seen from the porch of Smith. One of the Four Gospels is in the foreground.

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BOARD OF TRUSTEES Sincerely, ff Yours very truly, Y y Yours very truly, )ffjj CL Candler ELY AWAY John S . Candler -f WILLIAM BANKS Grantville, Georgia REV. R. C. CLECKLER Bolton, Geor g ia REV. E. F. DEMSEY, D.D Atlanta, Georgia W. S. DUNSON LaGrange, Georgia REV. M. M. MAXWELL LaGrange, Georgia JAMES W. MORTON Athens, Georgia W. E. THOMPSON Charlotte, North Carolina REV. WALLACE ROGERS Griffin, Georgia REV. W. T. W ATKINS Emory University, Georgia H. T. QUILLIAN LaGrange, Georgia REV. JESSE VEATCH LaGrange, Georgia C. V. TRUITT LaGrange, Georgia An unsuccessful attempt was made to get the signatures of all the trustees.

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MISS BENSON Our Librarian and Our Poet Laureate NOW where did I put that hammer? I had it in my hand a minute ago, but I can ' t find it now. Have you seen it, Shirley? You know half the work of a library girl is to find the things I ' ve lost. This was Miss Benson ' s greeting as she hurried from the stack-room waving a box of tacks in one hand. Oh, here it is, right on the table where I put it. That ' s what comes of being absent-minded and blind, too. With this, she bustled off to tack up a poster; and I found myself studying her, trying to decide what makes her so individual. Her physical appearance alone does not account for her uniqueness. A great many people are stout, and have carefully curled greying hair. But few people, I decided, have her zest for life. My analysis was interrupted suddenly by her return. She was carefully scruti- nizing a card, holding it close to her thickly-spectacled eyes. Can you read the number on this card? If it ' s 398.4, it ' s the one I lost this morning. I found it on that back table. I ' ve had a po ' em buzzing in my head all morning, she continued at increasing speed. I think I ' ll go write it now before I forget it. In a moment she was back. I hate to interrupt you, she began in a loud stage whisper, but I just must tell you this before I forget it. I was in the hall talking to Mrs. Johnson this morning. She was leaning against the banisters when Mr. Blanks came along and said, ' Mrs. Johnson, that ' s the most complete redistribu- tion of anatomical equilibrium I ' ve ever seen. ' And with a hearty chuckle, she hurried out again. Her sense of humor and her gift of mimicry had in a brief moment conveyed to me a perfect picture of that little drama in the hall — Mrs. Johnson draped upon the staircase, Mr. Blanks ' grandiloquent greeting, Miss Benson herself left writhing with laughter. For a few minutes, I heard the irregular peck-peck of the typewriter in the stack- room, and then she was back again. I have to run over to the post office for a minute. If the next girl comes before I get back, ou may go. Shirley, don ' t ever borrow anybody ' s silver tray. Did I tell you I ' ve found the one I borrowed from Mrs. Dodd? Be sure to get some of that candy I brought you girls, and don ' t forget you ' re on duty tonight. By this time she had already closed the door behind her. By SHIRLEY BARTON.