Agnes Scott College - Silhouette Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

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Georgia Students ' Missionary League HE sixth, seventh, and eighth days of November. 1914, will always be red-letter days in the memory of the Agnes Scott delegation to the Georgia Students ' Missionary League in La Grange. From the very moment we were met at the Terminal Station by the charming old gentleman who asked if we were from Agnes Scott, and who showed us the special car for the delegates, till the last notes of Blest Be the Tie That Binds died away on Sunday evening, we lived in a state of happiness that was almost unreal. No girls have ever enjoyed themselves as much as we. No people have ever been, or will ever be. as nice as the people of La Grange were to us. They met us at the train in their hospitable way, which was only a prediction of the hospitality extended to us while there. Besides all the fun associated with the convention, there was the deeper, fuller pleasure derived from the meetings. Few of us went to La Grange with any idea of the real worth of the convention, but, after the first services, the welcoming addresses, and the wonderful talks on Africa by Mr. J. L. Mangnm, we all knew the significance, and were thrilled with the old, yet always new, message. As the other days came, bringing more good tidings of the work beyond the seas, we wished more and more the other girls could have been there to share this joy with us. Wonderful talks were given by Dr. Davis, of Japan; Dr. Pickard, Mr. Gordon Poteat, Dr. Jenkins, and others. Although we kept these addresses in our hearts, we wished we could bring them back verbatim. When the evening of the closing service came we were all sorry. We were sorry to leave the newly made friends, and sorry to leave because the meetings had been such a joy and inspiration to us that we wished they could last longer. We were happy, too, because we bad had this privilege of going, and receiving the inspiration, and could bring it back with us, though in our feeble way, to the girls at Agnes Scott. 22

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Delegation JULIE MacINTYRE JANE HARWELL HENRIETTA LAMBDEN GERTRUDE BRIESENICK MARYELLEN HARVEY MARGARET PHILLIPS MARGARET CATER CLAUDE DUXSOX ELIZABETH WEST

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Dreams of Black Mountain X the midst of cold, windy days and rainy, winter nights there comes sometimes a tantalizing little spring breeze, which blows saucily in your window, slams your German book closed — all unnoticed — snatches your mind away, and carries it far, far back to last summer, and, of course, to Black Mountain. You take that ride again from the station in a rickety old hack, then hasten to explore Robert E. Lee Hall, and the cottage — Agnes Scott-Tech Cottage, of course. Then you get your program and start to committee meetings, and classes, and lectures, in the bewildering fear of letting some opportunity slip by; for there is so very much you really want to do. And can ' t you just hear the first clear notes from the rising bugle, and see all the cottage in a turmoil over the little pink and blue meal slips? After breakfast that impudent breeze is blowing you ' way up to the crest of Hightop, and all along the road you ' re gathering mountain laurel until your arms are full, and you are laughing, and panting, and out of breath, but very proud of yourself for having made the climb. Then back down to the grounds again, and supper in the big dining hall. Then, with a final teasing little ripple, that breeze gives von a glimpse of Black Mountain by moonlight — the star-studded sky. the hills towering on all sides; the white pillars of Robert E. Lee Hall: the murmur of the little brook as it runs under the rustic bridge; and last, and best of all, a group of girls on the steps of the cottage, in the close communion of a delegation meeting. Listen! they are singing now — Peace I leave with von ; my peace I give unto you. But the little breeze has frolicked away, and left you to an unlearned German lesson, and the harsh reality of a cold, winter night. Clara Whips, ' 17.