Agnes Scott College - Silhouette Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

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RUTH SLACK B. D. P. L. S. LaGranoe, Ga. There is a young lady named Slack, Whose deeds of perfeclion do smack, Oh, she can make cake, and she can spot stars, And she can describe the pathway of Mars. A long time ago theae same stars foretold. That at Agnes Scott, a young lady bold, Would worry and edit and never forget The trouble she had with our SILHOUETTE.

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Senior Class History There is a relation between our life and the centuries of lime. — Emerson HE events of our ancient history we will not attempt to describe. Suffice it to say that the pleasures of early days ended with the Fall of the Home Empire and the Invasion of the College by the Freshmen. Then began the Dark Ages. These were indeed gloomy. It was a critical period in the history of our civilization when the mind in study and the body in gym. were tortured and strained and trained. From the Fresh-Soph fight we emerged trium- phant, however, with our name painted high upon the tank. Then life was pleasanter. Father Cady and Mother Ross were good to us, and we were won over to Sweet ways. The last half of the year we had a terrific struggle in an encounter with a Young enemy, who assaulted us fearfully with sines, cosines, and tangents. We came out scarred, but victorious to enter upon the second half of the Middle Ages, — the Sophomore Year. By this time we were quite civilized, as was soon evidenced by the preaching of Peter the Hermit (alias Ruth), who stirred up the Great Crusade against the Turks (alias the Freshmen). The obstreperous heathen being duly subdued, we ah! — buckled down to work in the lab and beat old Horace out on the anvils under the head Smith of the Latin shop. In the gym, too, there was a Merri-man who kept us dancing. We took the Seniors to the Georgia Tech game despite the resistance of the Freshmen. By this time we had the reputation of getting whatever we went after, whether in the athletic, social, or scholarly line.