Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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WilscD, Macon. Argent Effhea. Argent Bethea, A. B. A A ! . Imp, Freshman MeMist 1003, Exchange Editor of the Wesleyan, Member of Senior Basket-ball Team, “Averse to wisdom, seeking but to know The quickest way to captivate a beau.” Desires to join a inatriinoiiial bureau instead of a teachers’ agency, if compelled to make the choice. She entrenches herself within her Exchange Depart- ment ami fearlessly attacks the enemy, ’though she says there is danger of her adjectives giving out. Wears a red notebook tied around her neck con- stantly, in which she enters all strange adjectives that, by hook or crook, may be applied to college magazines. Her dreams are not of her lessons, but of Cupid bearing a diamond ring, “solitary,” of course. She never tells why this is her favorite dream, nor what she will do with the ring or the giver, as all minor details are left to the imagination of others. Think what you please, she “doesn’t care.” 1

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Marilu Beckham, B. L. I 1 f “She was one of those, whose goodness shuns the light, and who have more pleasure in discovering the good deeds of others than in trumpeting their own, be they never so commendable ’ Olio of the she has gaiiunl the reputa- tion fairly, and also the name ‘Vhatler-hox,” whicdi she won from Louie Feim in a close race. She has the remarkahle pow(‘r of always knowing: just what paragra])h she will have to r(»cite, and governs herself accordingly. So fond is she of writing that she voluntarily elects two literatures, and gets thin carry- ing her ledgers up and down stairs. It is her ambi- tion to become a great public speaker, and she con- stantly recites ‘The boy stood on the burning deck’’ with telling effect. She has gained quite a ‘ rep” as a baseball player and general all-round athlete. How- ever it hajipened, she is dubl ed the ' angel” of the Class. Wilson, Macon. Maiiilu Bkckitam. 4

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Janie Bradley, A. B. ‘Why did my parents send me to schools, That I with knowledge might enrich my mind, Since the desire to learn first made men fools. And did corrupt the root of all mankind? ' She poses as the fondest of Wesleyan’s fair daugh- ters, and spends her time singing its jiraises. Her mother says that, like the children who cry for Castoria, Janie cries for Wesleyan when she is away, and feels so attached to her old room that she has reserved it for next year, cherishing the hope that perhaps she can return for a post-graduate course. She is a skilled mandolin player, and often serenades rats, much to the delight of her neighbors; generally she favors them with her original composition, ‘ Oh, How I Love Wesleyan,” which always has the desired effect. She keeps all of her pin-money to put in a monument which she is going to erect in memory of Wesleyan College, with the letters R. I. P. engraved thereon in life size. Wilsoo, Macon. Janie Bradley.