Agnes Scott College - Silhouette Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

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I ma g e )cnmmaee Last week Time magazine reprinted a gnes Scott seniors concerning an error in 3i our school for Agnes Scott the best kind of public image We try so hard here to present a good We have a dress policy th; founded upon the hope of . 1 a concern for the way in which girls who go here by the clothes cigarette advertisements in our printed Seniors Win Hockey Match, 1-0 Tempo For Fi rst Victory in Four Y ears Hockey Season, Archery Give Chances For A.A. Participation ' Roun-Town Emphases Ignore Intellectual Work By FRANCES ANDERSON Last week, an attempt to arrange a conference between professor and his student ran something like this: Plays, Art Displays Head List of Local Entertainment material in order that 1 ■ do campus who would become indignant ago concerning parent attitudi but also as an attempt to show the public the kinds of things in which Scott students will not indulge. Every college must seek to present a favorable impression. Our pride in our school makes us want it to be well thought of and well known. But the matter of on what we hope lo found our impres- sions and to whom we hope to appeal is another question. Can we call those people friends of the college who burden Dr Alston and our campus with cerning the trivia of policy? Can we not have done with such meddlers, and attend to those who have a real feeling for the value of the school and its purposes? We can be grateful that good reasons underlie our dealings with the public, but we should be careful in th« exterior rules not to include the matter of public opinion. Hopefully, Agnes Scott does not care to bother with an impression which is manifested in clothes, advertisements. We will look to things which are more worthy of publit attention, and through these channels create a public im pression of Agnes Scott that is worthy of our school: tht work of the students within the CA service projects, for in stance, or in intelligent letters to national magazines; in th( impression which a few girls impart at a convention; in recog nition of a student in a national poetry on integration; in the academic freedom fessors work; in the success of only a few examples. Il is only when the college breaks down in formi larger, more valid impression of Agnes Scott that i rely upon the images which are given in the terribly details of campus life. Through years of budding a noteworthy image of the campus, someday we will arrive at ' Saturday Evening Post (Feb 16. 1963) ' adjectives for our school than old and A U R R A The Laughing individual, realmg that there is always more to learn There is an alternative One may always become one of the] . vomen that come and go talking of Michaelangelo. C MODERN SYMPHONY News Subscriptions For Porents, Friends $2.00 per year Southern Silenee Belies I duration By FRANCES ANDERSON Last week Madamoiselle Magazine sent a representativi o our campus to stimulate interest in that magazine ' s cur •ent fiction and art contest for college students. In recen ■ears there has been little response from the south to thi: antes!, and as a result, the southern college student has no well represented in this magazine as it should be. Mimi St Clan more blanks and hxh M Euessmo comer ■ ■ lid Come beln ■ ■ ' „ inral mixtu mbcr h was importint • ■ M I)lM0rtl.lll Swell Mi ' sonanl In the violent, Thunder-fitful cliords- Then merge- Briefly Into a Bret-flying Sufi-Miming harmony Before the assonant adence diverges Poca a pot 0, And the misl thought provoking question was 2 v,: ' z :i: ' :z f vLThU r £ ipomlblllfY boon neglected and W, tn. Sooth „.„d. for h ™fcto OTinTs»t!vor!bli8 Z5£,J£JEJE!, ' llZ- TZZ Z, ' ' ' ZZTL ' Im ' ILI ' I have raised-complete unsworn and I expect with your help to see Urn ulltl In the South Too few them printed in this newspaper PI

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an The Agnes Scott News • Noted piatonist Dr. Chang To Vlsi,s =-»- Ml Senior Investitu, By LAURA HAWES This Saturday morning the Class of 1963 will receiv Itean Scandrett their academic caps, the tra U — iordom at Agnes Scott. Hub Reading Room Opens This Evening Crews Begin Building; Dormitory To Hold 150 Construction has begun on the new dormitory, which will ,be ready for occupation in the fall of 1963. It will house lUR - approximately 150. and will stand east of Walters and the 1 an infirmary, facing the infirmary garden. Jr. Jaunt Begins Jan. 24 Students Seek $1600 Go al Students To Vote March 7 On Reorganization Plans Committee To Study ' Appraisal Program OBSERVER. Sli d £riH ■H5 HEHIi »™ Mrrsr . tS.£lS£L»T ™ ,«. «n a, hlS ' 5. o ,S oTS Dalton Art Exhibit Opens; Features Oils, Lithographs News Staff 6:45 Pub

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The Rocking Chair Peggy Rose ,,-hed higher th.ir. -h- of.i it even had a place where ly one arm and teethmarks autumn rain outside on the roof and a muffle staccato tapping somewhere on the other side o :he cl.--.ed door Mark heard the rain only as fat s down the hall. Tl n ' .: to hit the little vat when you looked up fro Mark and smiled. Then •. docks and men over the rug with one mo Hev. sff.: Mark clenched his fists a ip where he was. But Sister was already | old hand, li held tight. ; dark. Sister ' s :d to remember d his forehead front, back toward his bed. The iron [ , hand From there he set out again in the dark itil his hand touched something that moved with squeaky sound when it was struck. The seat of the rocker was slippery, but finally ' : go of his sister ' s hand and sat down. Her small ■he -:: - = .k r : hair against his heek hands out to keep her from fallinc The of rain was the only sound besid As he shwli was suddenly a h shook The ;ed into dark- ; in the dark cith a sudden catch in his us sister; a block got in but caught himself. He throat. He looked up ' t ■i .: ... .i ■ father ' s tro» n and voice the last time. Mark had been P l.v.n : ,-h f f :n :hr L.i.hef. with Mother, and Sister had come in an,] ,,„:led the spoon from his hand and thrown it .in the floor. He remembered ac reach the door and ju le arm could reach it tnder the cover. His fi Shaking, Mark slid t hung over rhe side then touched the cold . hand had i ndhis lather ' s -oice saying ew and tightening, Go t tight and said nice things to her like she ■ ■ ., . ■, ' . i. ' iiii in :hc heap of blocks Did you hit your sister? The frowning face Mark wanted to throw his arms around his father ' s legs and sob into his knees that it was the tallest fort he had ever built and the very best. But he looked down at his untied right shoe for a Past the bed Mark reached for the do leave the security of the post, step; and testing the black air ahead with hi: hand. H,s hand touched something furry I then said softly. No, : rsidc was the only break to the 4ur; ...f her -iu[ .K . a.iuiially rhc nr.J wen; J blow against the screen porch door and shake the drops off and down like long icicles. The wind and the thunder came afterward and shoe off again. But the thunder was far away distant bomb. Finally, when they were The hall and (he stairs had a damp, mu,ii -mell ecause all the windows were closed. The room s damp, too, and chillv. Mark was glad to slide • y i £ V Mark by or side. Ht thou£ ; light spots on the Lost Crossing Where the Southern crosses the Yellow Is a nowhere place to find, So long away, so far to go — But I ' ve smelled it in my mind. The scorching blistering rusty irons And the creosote-coated ties Tangle with dusty August grass Smothered by tarnished skies. Where the passenger trains don ' t run an Where the freight trains don ' t slow dc At a depot shack with grey nameless sid Is all that ' s left of the town. Away to the dull horizon The cotton blanches wide: Where the Southern crosses the Yellow- So long away, so So lonelv and Yet all the railro When guitar strings answer t I can smell hot grass and The wind from no place sho ' And my eyes stare into dut And the rhythm grasps One hundred rumbling iron-shod cj The traveling freight trains go: Atlantic, Atlantic, rattle the rods To the Gulf of Mexico. The trains I ' ve watched must run That place I ' ve never seen For the Southern crosses the Yello THE ROUTE The little towns the train goes through All look the same on misty nights, All wear the same veiled, silent face. And on grey sheets of vapor trace The same harsh lines of colored lights. I know each station has a name: But night brings anonymity, And so the train sways down a row Of sleeping towns I do not know. And when we wake, where shall I be? — Mory Womock wmmmmmmmm AURORA ■r Mariane V uust Si JITII RuEtRTl NEKE SCHEPMAN THE QUEST In these days of higher education — integration — fluorida I felt a need for intellectual-ization. For all at once formerly mundane people had probing interests in deep deep and had taken to expressing their opinions on ultimate truths and finding their being — id or ego — in the most remarkable and truly overwhelming ways. I was out of things and THEY were IN. circles — squares — two-headed women — fishbones— hollow and solid triangles, tic-tac-toe boards and parallels then, oh hell, I tried abstract music and poets, too, and other methods such as long walks — yogi poses — Greek books in Greek — star-gazing, and Then I developed interests in neuro-surgery — Dickens ' childhood — sewer systems — angel-food cakes — hepatitis — Persian philosophic deep think on these and look worried and as if I looked into the heart of things and had found it and knew all about it— whatever it is. I joined the John Birch Society, the NAACP. the DAR and the AFL-CIO because they believe in the things I do. and I went shopping in my pajamas, went to church in curlers, and wore floor-length skirts to show that I was non-reliant on the public eye. Surely I was in again, But then A yellow butter-fly came to a newly-opened rose -BEVERLY ALLEN