Agnes Scott College - Silhouette Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

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.-., - I -E ' DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE Continued from page S. Then you shouldn ' t talk. snapped the smallest bottle. It ' s plain to see she is green. it stated to the others. She ' s only Freshman size. And so she was. for when she gazed about to see how they told, she found she had shrunk to about one-fourth her natural size, and just reached to the notch on the table leg marked Freshman. Oh, dear me. she exclaimed in dismay, for she was shrinking rapidly away, so she turned and ran from the room, never even stopping when she heard the second bottle exclaim : Green, quite green ! The hall looked quite different to her now, for the ceiling seemed to be miles away, and she saw, also, for the first time, a tiny door near the entrance. Raising herself on tiptoe, she peered through the keyhole and saw- there the loveliest garden you ever saw. Over a gateway was written The Garden of Privilege. How she did long to wander among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains! But she had not even a key, so all she could do was to peer. She sat down mourn- fully, feeling verv lone- some. After a while she heard the pattering of feet in the distance. It was the White Rabbit return- ing, splendidly dressed, carrying a large fan and two notes. It came trot- ting along in a great hurry, muttering to itself: Oh. the Duchess, the Duchess 1 Oh, won ' t she be savage if I ' ve kept her waiting! She was very much bigger than Alice, but she felt so desperate she was ready to ask help of any one, so when she came near she began in a low, timid voice : If you please, ma ' am-

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SI )UE1 H ■ : - : ACT IV Scene I Terminal station in Atlanta crowded with students, all smiling and gay. Enter Freshman, suitcase and Christmas cheer. Freshman (to best friend) : Don ' t forget to write to me every single day! Best Friend: Don ' t forget I ' ve got to have your picture right away. Porter calls: All aboard. Students make wild rush for car. Chorus from back platform: Home, Home, Sweet, Szveet Home. ACT V Scene I Agnes Scott again, after Christmas. Gloom over all. Main Building classroom. Enter Miss Freshman, face in book, trying to find somebody ' s elates. The curtain will he lowered for a few minutes to show the passage of two weeks. This is done to save the tender-hearted public from seeing the ordeal of exams. Curtain rises again to show Freshman still there, serene and triumphant. Having taken as her motto, Let us seek the best, she is ready for whatever may come. Curtain. M. S. Payne, ' 17.

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■■ ' : ' . . .1 L. ' u. .. . -J The Rabbit started violently, dropped the fan and the notes, and scurried away into the darkness as fast as he could go. Strange to say, the notes had Alice written in curious letters on them, and she opened them, wondering how thev knew her name. You are a Probalean. said the first. You are a Nemesean, said the other just as positively. I wonder if they are tribes of the Antipathies, she said, using the notes to fan with. Dear, dear, how queer everything is to-day! I wonder if I was changed in the night. And if I ' m not I, am I a Probalean or a Nemesean? Just as she was saying this and feeling very flattered, bump went her head against the ceiling, for she had really grown so that she was as tall as the ceiling. Curioser and curioser, cried Alice. Now I ' m sure I ' m not I. If any one comes and says, ' Come on, dear, ' I shall say, ' Tell me who I am, and if I like being that person I ' ll come. ' But, oh, dear! she finished with a sudden burst of tears, I do wish some one would come. I ' m very tired of being alone. She went on shedding gallons of tears until there was a great pool all about her. She did not notice that she was shrinking as she cried, Though, to be sure, she explained to herself afterward, one ' s body is 70 per cent water, and one must shrink if one cries. As she said these words her foot slipped, and, splash ! she was up to her chin in salt water. I wish I hadn ' t cried so much, said Alice as she swam about, trying to find her way out. It will be a queer thing, to be sure, to be drowned in one ' s own tears. Continued on pa i