LaGrange College - Quadrangle Yearbook (Lagrange, GA)

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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.

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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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F RESHMEN THE L. C. freshman is given all her privileges only after she has served a sort of appren- ticeship for several weeks. Her formal in- duction to the student government associa- tion has become a tradition of the college — the freshman-junior wedding, which is solem- nized by the president of the student council.