Athens State College - Columns Yearbook (Athens, AL)

Text from Pages 1 - 218 of the 1909 volume:

The Oracle 1 Dedication As a token of Un e and gratitude, we affectionately dedicate The Oracle of ' 09 to Miss Mary Norman Moore, President of Athens College. Board of Trustees HON. W. T. SANDERS, President Athens REV. GEORGE W. READ, D.D.. Vice President Talladega MR. A. M. LEWIS, Secretary Athens MR. R. 11. RICHARDSON, Treasnrer Athens MR. T. M. HOBBS Athens REV. J. C. PERSINGER Wn..dla vn REV. T. W. RAGAN Columbia na HON. H. B. MALONE • . . . Athens REV. E. W. BRANDON Bessemer REV. I. B. SARGENT Goodwater REV. J. S. ROBERTSON Birmingham MR. BEETON GILREATH Birmingham MR. J. D. LANIER Birmingham REV. E. M. GLENN, Presiding Elder of Decatur District .... Decatur ' DR. JAMES A. DUNCAN Athens Executne Committee W. T. SANDERS H. B. MALONE R. H. RICHARDSON Trustees e.x officio. I he fioviNa riNqt.r writeSji  ({ KaviAi Moves OW; 0T ilf IKu fi e t vcr W I F A q WTit, rill jU Tfi ' i wa l, B.ut . W. rj (, ' i , f. MARY NUKMAN MOORE. President. O Girls O ' Mine (After Riidyanl Kipling. I If tlu-y sliiiiild axc six nieiils a day. and a treat, I knuu whose girls would still wish to eat. O girls o ' mine. If a girl has a box and a midnight feast, 1 know whii ' d eat till the sun ' s in the east. O girls o ' mine. If I should lecture them half of the day. I know who ' d hear scarcely a word that I ' d say. O girls o ' mine. But if some one is lonesome and sick for liome, I know to whose presence for comfort she ' d dime. O girls o ' mine. .And when I am old and feeble and sad, I know whose laughter would still make me glad. O girks o ' mine. And when I lie sleeping out there on the hill, I believe that your love will come up to me still. O girls o ' mine. M. N. M. ■ s ;:; ; School Roll ALDRIDGE, MEMORY , . . Munford Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Feasters; Inter Nos; Sophomore Basket-Bali Team, ' 09; Jolly Bachelors; Tennis Club. ALLIN, LILLIAN New York Kodak Club; Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Glee Club; Tennis Club. ANDERSON, AMANDA Athens Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S. ANDERSON, MARY WILLIE Athens Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S. AUSTIN, BELLE Flat Rock G. E. L. S. AUSTIN, BERTHA Rising Farm, Ga. G. E. L. S. BLANKENSHIP, LIZZIE Riverton Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Inter Nos; Freshman Basket-Bail Team, ' 09; ' Varsity Team, ' 09; Tennis Club. BOBBITT, WYNNE Bessemer G. E. L. S.; Y. W. C. A.; K 2; p. K. K.; Yawners; Tennis Club; Kodak Club. BOX, RUTH Sulligent J. C. L. S.; Tennis Club. BARCLIFT, NELLE Hartselle G. E. L. S.; Y. W. C. A.; Glee Club. BROOKSHIRE, MATTIE Diamond BRANSCOMB, JESSYE Union Springs Prophet Class of ' 09; Editor in Chief of Oracle; President of Athletic Association; Secretary and Treasurer of Commercial Class of ' 08- ' 09; J. C. L. S.; Class Basket-Bail Team, ' 08- ' 09; ' Varsity Team, ' 09; A K 11; Skippers; Yawners; Big Four; Hookey Club; Moral Six; Toasters; D. A. Q.; Tennis Club. BUCHANAN, MARY Riverton President Class of ' 07, ' 08, ' 09; President Y. W. C. A., ' 09; G. E. L. S.; L. B. A.; Class Basket-Ball Team, ' 09; Honor Roll, ' 07. BUCHANAN, ANNIE Riverton Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Inter Nos; Historian, ' 12; Tennis Club. BUCHANAN, LIZZIE Riverton Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Inter Nos; Freshman Basket-Ball Team; Tennis Club. BOGER, RUBY Hartselle G. E. L. S.; Toasters; Hookey Club; Tennis Club. BURLESON, ELEANOR Flint G. E. L. S. BURLESON, MAE Flint G. E. L. S.; Yawners. BRYANT, BESSIE Riverton Y. W. C. A.; Tennis Club. CLEMENTS, OPIE Athens J. C. L. S. CARLISLE, SARA Alexander City Athenian; Y. W. C. A.; Vice President G. E. L. S.; Class Basket-Ball Team, ' 09; K 2; Jolly Bachelors; Tennis Club. CARMICHAEL, MATTIE F luka, Miss. CHADDICK, CHRISTINE Mercedes, Texas CHANDLER, ISABEL Athens Giftorian Class of ' 09; J. C. L. S.; Athenian, ' 07- ' 08. CHANDLER, REBECCA Athens J. C. L. S. GARY, SADIE Riverton CHAPMAN, NORA Athens CLEGG, LOLA Wadley Y. W. C. A.; Tennis Club. CLIPPARD, LUCIE Madison Y. ■W. C. A. COLLINS. STELLA Hanceville Athenian: G. E. L. S.; L. R. A.; X. Y. Z.; Glee Club; Yawners. COLLINS, EFFIE Hanceville G. E. L. S.; Inter Nos. COTTON, NELLE Athens J. C. L. S. COUCH, MARIE Birmingham J. C. I,. S.; Junior Basket-Bali Tenni, ' 09; ' Varsity Team, ' 09; K 2; Tennis Club. COWDEN, LYDA ... o , Kemlap G. E. L. S.; Tennis Club. CRAWFORD, NELLE a,, ' Athens J. C. L. S.; Librarian, ' 09. CRAWFORD, LOUISE Athens J. C. L. S.; Historian, ' 11. CRAWFORD, ANNA Athens J. C. L. S. CRUTCHER, MAMIE Athens J. C. L. S. CULBERSON, VIDA Kellyton CULVER, BESSIE Birmingham J. C. L. S.; Poet Class of ' 10; A K n; X. Y. Z.; Junior Basket-Ball Team, ' 09; Hookey Club; Yawners; Tennis Club. CURTIS, ADA Mount Pleasant, Tenn. Treasurer Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S. CURTIS, HELEN Mount Pleasant, Tenn. Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S. DAY, CARRIE • Lacey Springs G. E. L. S.; Oracle, ' 09. DAVIS, ANNIE Trinity Treasurer Class of ' 09; Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Athenian, ' 09; A K H; Double Three; X. Y. Z.; Tennis Club. DINSMORE, ANNA Falkville G. E. L. S.; Oracle, ' 09; Tennis Club. DOSS, CORENE Hartselle G. E. L. S.; Tennis Club. DOWNEY, EVELYN Birmingham Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; J. G. I. A. DUKE, IDA Birmingham Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S. ; Sophomore Basket-Bail Team; Feasters; Jolly Bachelors; ' Varsity, ' 09; Tennis Club. ELLIS, HATTIE Birmingham Historian Class of ' 09; President G. E. L. S.; Business Manager of Oracle, ' 09; Secretary of Athletic Association; Class Basket-Bali Team, ' 08- ' 09; ' Varsity Team, ' 09; L. B. A.; Moral Six; Yawners; Toasters; Hookey Club; Big Four; D. A. Q.; Skippers; Midnight 4 at 42; Tennis Club. ELLIS, FANNIE BELLE Camp Hill Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S. FOWLER, ETHEL Cullman G. E. L. S.; K 2; Kodak Club. GARNICA, CARMELITA Columbia, S. C. Basket Ball; Tennis Club. FLOYD, ESTELLE Florence GRIFFIS, MABEL Athens J. C. L. S. GRIFFITH, MAGGIE Hokfe ' s Bluff Y. W. C. A. HARGROVE, METTA Tuscaloosa Vice President Class of ' 10; Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; A K H; X. Y. Z.; Oracle, ' 09; Double Three; Midnight 4 at 42; Junior Basket Ball, ' 09; Tennis Club. HARRIS, FLORENCE Birmingham J. C. L. S.; Tennis Club; J. G. I. A. HARRIS, MARION Tuscumbia Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Glee Club; Naughty Six. HATCHETT, NELLE Athens J. C. L. S. HENDERSON, MYRTLE Athens HENDERSON, MAE Athens HERNDON, FLORIDA Coleanor Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Athenian; Tennis Club. HERTZLER, FRANKYE Madison Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; P. K. K,; Tennis Club. HIGHTOWER, ETHEL MAE Athens J. C. L. S. HILL, LIZZIE Quid Nunc J. C. L. S. HODGES, CARRIE Winfield Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S. HOLLAND, ' KATIE L Athens G. E. L. S. HORN, ANNIE LEE ' . Union Springs Vice President Class of ' 09; Editor in Chief Athenian; Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; A K n; Double Three; X. Y. Z.; Honor Roll, ' 08; Tennis Club. HOWARD, HELEN Talladega Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Sophomore Basket-Bali Team, ' 09; President Class of ' 11; K O 2; Athenian; Tennis Club. HOLT, IDA BELLE Athens G. E. L. S. IRVINE, KATE Athens G. E. L. S. JACKSON, NELLE Atlanta, Ga. Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S. JONES, EVA Athens J. C. L. S. JONES, RUTH Athens J. C. L. S. JACKSON, MATTIE A luka. Miss G. E. L. S.; Glee Club. JOHNSON, EULA Nauvoo Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S. JONES, MYRTLE Birmingham G. E. L. S. KELLY, AURORA j g J. C. L. S. KEY, JOSEPHINE Russellville Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Naughty Six; Tennis Club. KEY, MARY Russellville Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Athenian; Naughty Six; Tennis Club. KEYES, NELLE Athens G. E. L. S. KIMBROUGH, ANNA Barton G. E. L. S. LEE, MITTIE Glen Allen Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S. LEE, MARY Cullman G. E. L. S.; J. G. I. A.; Kodak Club. LEETH, ALMA ' Cullman J. C. L. S.; Athenian; Tennis Club; Kodak Club. LEISER, FRANCES Browns Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; L. B. A.; X. Y. Z.; Jolly Bachelors; Hookey Club; Tennis Club. LINDSEY, ANNIE L Athens J. C. L. S. LOWE, CARRIE Hazel Grcca J. C. L. S.; P. K. K.; Tennis Club. MARLOWE, PEARL Oneonta Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S. MARSH, ANNIE Madison J. C. L. S. MASTIN, ETTA Huntsville Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; L. B. A.; Sophomore Basket-Ball Team, ' 09; Glee Club; Athenian; Tennis Club. MERIWETHER, OCTAVIA Trenton, Ky. Kodak Club; Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Inter Nos; Athenian; Tennis Club. MERKEL, IRENE Birmingham Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; L. B. A.; Feasters; Jolly Bachelors; Junior Basket-Bali Team, ' 09; Honor Roll, W- ' OS; Class Medal, ' 07- ' 08; Glee Club; Tennis Club. MILLER, CLAYTON Birmingham G. E. L. S.; Skippers; K O 2; p. K. K.; Tennis Club; Yawners. MOORE, MABEL Riverton G. E. L. S.; Sub-Basket-Ball Team, ' 09; Tennis Club. MANKIN, MARY LOU Chattanooga, Tenn. J. C. L. S.; AK n. MORTON, EMMETTE Decatur J. C. L. S.; Tennis Club. MURPHY, LOUISE Decatur Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Tennis Club; Basket Ball. MOORE, LUCY Ocala, Fla. Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Tennis Club. McCAIN, VIVIAN GaylesviHe G. E. L. S. McCARY, HALLIE Huntsville J. C. L. S.; Freshman Basket-Bail Team, ' 09; Glee Club; Hookey Club; P. K. K.; Tennis Club; Kodak Club. McCOY, MARJORIE Athens J. C. L. S. McDonald, JESSIE ' Athens G. E. L. S. McENTIRE, ETHEL Hanceville G. E. L. S.; L. B. A.; X. Y. Z. McGLA WN, ALMA Athens G. E. L. S. McWHORTER, ZELLA Riverton G. E. L. S.; Sub-Basket-Ball Team, ' 09; Tennis Club. McGLAWN, NELLE Athens G. E. L. S. NELSON, ELLA WILL Athens G. E. L. S. NORMAN, LAURA Hamburg, Ark. Assistant in Normal School; Glee Club. NORMAN, ELIZABETH Hamburg, Ark. Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Moral Six; A K H; D. A. Q.; Kodak Club; Glee Club; X. Y. Z.; Yawners; Tennis Club. OATES, EDITH Pelham Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S. OATES, ELMA Pelham Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S. PEPPER, LOUISE Athens PECK, ONA Somerville G. E. L. S.; Tennis Club. PEARCE, FLORENCE Guin G. E. L. S. PENNINGTON, NELL Ripley, Tenn. ■ Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Glee Club; L. B. A.; Jolly Bachelors; Tennis Club. PERSINGER, JESSIE Birmingham Vice President Y. W. C. A.; Secretary Class of ' 09; G. E. L. S.; L. B. A.; Honor Roll, ' 06, ' 07, ' 08; Class Medal, ' Oe- ' OS; Big Four; Class Basket-Bail Team, ' 08- ' 09; Tenni s Club. PERSINGER, MARY Birmingham Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Inter Nos; Freshman Basket-Bail Team, ' 09; Tennis Club. PETTUS, MAGGIE Athens J. C. L. S. POWELL, NINA luka. Miss, G. E, L. S.; Glee Club. PRICE, VELMA Bridgeport Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Assistant Librarian. RANEY, EMMA Athens G. E. L. S.; Treasurer Class of ' 10. REEDER, ANNIE MAE Smithsonia Poet Class of ' 06- ' 07, ' 08- ' 09; Assistant Business Manager of Oracle; G. E. L. S.; Y. W. C. A.; President of L. B. A.; Yawners; Toasters; Hookey Club; Big Four; Skippers; Midnight 4 at 42; Tennis Club. RICHARDS, LUCILE Millport Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Glee Club. ROBERTS, ETHEL AlbertviUe G. E. L. S. RICHARDSON, MAMIE Hamburg, Ark. J. C. L. S.; A K n; Moral Six; D. A. Q.; X. Y. Z.; Athenian; Tennis Club; Kodak Club. REEVES, SARA Athens J. C. L. S. ROBERTS, RUTH Collinsville Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; L. B. A.; Glee Club. RODEN, BERNICE Collinsville Y. W. C. A.; Secretary G. E. L. S.; Glee Club; K 2; Kodak Club. ROGERS, ANNIE D Athens J. C. L. S. ROBERSON, VIRGINIA Bessemer Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Tennis Club. RHODES, ETHEL Birmingham J. C. L. S.; Feasters; K 2; Tennis Club. REEVES, JEN Athens J. C. L. S. STURDEVANT, SADIE Bessemer J. C. L. S.; Inter Nos; Tennis Club. SMITH, BESSIE Athens G. E, L. S. STOVALL, IRENE Jasper J. C. L. S.; Y. W. C. A.; A K H; Tennis Club. STEPHENSON, MYRTLE Moulton Tennis Club; J. C. L. S.; Historian Class of ' 10; Athenian. SANDERS, FRANCES Athens J. C. L. S. SANDERSON, BERTHA Athens Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Tennis Club. SARGENT, RUBY Goodwater Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; K 2; Tennis Club. SARGENT, FANNIE Russellville Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Naughty Six; Tennis Club. SAWYER, PEARL Albertville Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Oracle; Secretary Class of ' 10. SCOTT, BERTIE ' . . . Brighton G. E. L. S. ; Tennis Club. SELF, ELIZABETH Laurel, Miss. J. C. L. S.; Athenian; Tennis Club. SELMAN, ALICE Kellyton G. E. L. S. SHELL, AI-VA Birmingham J. C. L. S.; Feasters; K 2. SHEPPARD, CAMILLE Montgomery Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Sub-Basket-Ball Team, ' 09; Tennis Club; J. G. I. A. SMITH, RUBY Athens J. C. L. S.; Glee Club. SWOOPE, SUSIE Courtland G. E. L. S,; Tennis Club; Kodak Club; J. G. I. A. SHIRLEY, LULA MAE Gordo Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Tennis Club. SHOOK, ANNA Bridgeport Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; L. B. A.; X. Y. Z.; Hookey Club; Midnight 4 at 42; Tennis Club. SIMMONS, ELIZABETH Athens G. E. L. S. SKELTON, MAUD Scottsboro Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S. SMITH, BONNIE Athens SPAIN, BLANCHE Jasper Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; A K n; Double Three; Oracle; Glee Club. STANFORD, LTLLIE Crew ' s Station G. E. L. S. STEADHAM, JOHNSIE Florence Tennis Club; Y. W. C. A.; President J. C. L. S.; Glee Club; Naughty Six. THURMOND, FRANCES Sheffield P. K. K.; J. C. L. S.; Y. W. C. A.; Oracle; Skippers; Tennis Club. TIDMORE, NETTIE Bessemer G. E. L. S. TONY, MARIE Madison Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Tennis Club. THOMPSON, VELMA Barton TUCKER, BERTHA Lafayette Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S. TUTWILER, DUDLEY Blossburg Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Sub-Basket-Ball Team; Tennis Club. TAYLOR, BETH Ripley, Tenn. Treasurer Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Glee Club; President Class of ' 10; Tennis Club. VANHOOSER, RUBY Athens J. C. L. S.; Freshman Medal, ' 08; Honor Roll, 08. WADSWORTH, ESTHER Birmingham Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; A K n; Skippers; Hookey Club; Tennis Club. WARE, DONIE Trussville Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S. WARTEN, DAISY Athens Treasurer G. E. L. S., 08- ' 09; Treasurer Class of ' 09. WARTEN, LOUISE Athens J. C. L. S. WATERS, MABEL Birmingham Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; K 2. WILLIAMS, LOMA Birmingham J. C. L. S. VANDIVER, JOSEPHINE Birmingham J. C. L. S.; Y. W. C. A. WHITE, LULA Detroit Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Tennis Club. WHITE, LILLIE St. Joseph, Tenn. Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S. WHITTEN, WILLARD Birmingham Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Glee Club; Naughty Six. WHEELER, ALMA Winfield G. E. L. S. WILLIAMS, RUBY Boaz G. E. L. S. WINTERS, PEARL Camp Hill Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; K S. WATSON, MORELLA luka, Miss. G. E. L. S. YIELDING, MAUD Birmingham Y. W. C. A.; G. E. L. S.; Skippers; Toasters; Freshman Basket-Bail Team, ' 09; Glee Club; Tennis Club. ■ft Primaries LOCKE, MATTIE Adamsville LORD, VIRGINIA Cincinnati, O. Tennis Club. MOORE, ETTA Ocala, Fla. Tennis Club. b ' NEIL, FRANCES Bolton, Miss. Basket Ball. TUTWILER, MARGARET Blossburg J. G. I. A.; Sub-Basket-Ball Team; Tennis Club. VANDIVER, MARY RUTH Birmingham Tennis Club; Basket Ball. Maid of Athens Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, O give, me bacl: my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now and take the rest! Hear my vow before I go: Zwyj xov , ffas ayanii). By those tresses unconfined. Wooed by each j gean wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks ' blooming tinge; By those wild eyes like the roe, Zunj fjLov , eras ayairia. By that lip I long to taste; By that zone-encircled waist; By all the token flowers that tell What words can never speak so well; By love ' s alternate joy and woe, Zu rj JLOV , era. ' ; dyairi. Maid of Athens, I am gone. Think of me, sweet, when alone. Though I fly to Istambol, Athens holds my heart and soul. Can I cease to love thee? No! Ziorj xov , (Twi dyairi. — Byron. lCo.£ em A CLASS OFFICERS MAin ' BUCHANAN Pre idem ANNIE LEE HORN Vice President JESSTE PERSINGER Secretary ANNIE DAVIS Treasurer ANNIE MAE REEDER Poet HATTIE ELLIS Historian ISABEL CHANDLER . . . Giflorian JESSYE BRANSCOMB . Prophet Senior Class rARY BUCfTANAN. A.R.. Rivcrt.m. President of Class of •07. US. ' 09: Presitlciit of Y. V. C. A.. ' 09; G. E. L. S.: T.. B. A.: Class Baskct-Eall Toam. ' 09; Honor Roll. ' 07. Wisdom and Kucidiicss art- twin burn; one heart must Imld both sisters. ANNIE LEE HORN, A.B.. Union Springs. Vice President of Class of ' 09; Editor in Cbief of Atlunian, ' OS-W; V. W. C. A.; J. C L. S.; -i K II; Donble Three; X. V. ' ..: Honor Roll. ' 08. ■ ' Knowledge — tliat sin- held was all in all JE..SS1E PERSTNGER. A.B.. Birniinsham. Secretary of Class .)f ' 08- ' 09; Vice President of Y. W. C. A., ' 09: G. E. L. S.; L. B. A.: llon..r Hell. ■Oh. ■Il7. ' OS; Cla . Medal. ' Oe- ' OS; I ' .iy hnnr; Class I ' .aslal-Ball Team. ' OS-W. •• Shake off toil and trdidile; Qnil your b ioks for fear nf growing double. ANNIE DAVIS, B.S.. Trinity. Treasurer of Class of 09; Y. W. C. A.; J. C. L. S.; Athenian, US-TO; A K H; Double Three; X. Y. Z. I never was less wise, however wise. HATTIE ELLIS, A.B., Birmingham. Historian of Class of ' 09: President of G. E. L. S.. ' 08- ' 09; Business Manager of Oracle, ' 09; Secretary of Athletic Association; Class Basket-Bail Team. ' OS- ' OQ; ' Varsity Team, ' 09; L. B. A.; .Mural Six; Yawners; Toast- ers; Hookey Club; Big Four; D. . . Q.; Skip- pers. I care for nothing. ANNIE MAE REEDER. E.C., Smithsoma. Poet of Class of ■06- ' 07, ' 08- ' 09; Assistant Business Manager of Oracle, 09; G. E. L. S.: Y. W. C. A.; President of L. B. A.: Yawn- ers; Toasters; Hookey Club; Big Four; Skippers. ' ■ Trust in thy untried capacity. JKSSYE BRANSCOMB, K.C.. Unimi Springs. Prophet of Class of ' 09: Editor in Chief oi Oracle, ' 09: President of Athletic Associa lion, ' 09: Secretary- and Tre.iMU-cr nf Com- mercial Class. ' OS- ' Og: J. C. L. S.; Class Bas- ket-Ball Team. •08- ' 09: ' Varsity Team, ' 09: -i K II; Skipiiers; Pawners: liig I ' lmr; II. I,, key Club; M..ral Six; Toasters; D. A. O. If she will, she will, and yon may de- pend on it ; If she won ' t, she wnn ' t, and there ' s an end on it. ISABEL. CHA. l)Lh:K. . V... Athens. Giftorian of Class ,,f ' 1.19: J. C. L. S. See how Amora throw s her fair, fresh quilted colors on her hair DAISY WARTEN. A.B.. . thens. Treasurer of G. E. E. S. She walks in Ijeanly like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies. NELLE CRAWFORD, A.B., Athens. Librarian, 09: J. C. L. S. O maiden, with niccU, limwn eye;, In V hose orbs a shadow lies. S. K. CARLISLE, B.S.. Ale.xander City. - thenian; . W. C. .A.; Vice President of G. E. L. S.; Class Basket-Bail Team. ' 09; K O 3: Jolly Bachelors. Little maiden. l)ctter tarry; Plenty time next year to marry. hi Gei T r j As a J eV..A ■Ho - Class Day, March 5, ' 09 GREETING ADIES AND GENTLEMEN, it is with great pleasure that I wel- come you this evening in behalf of our class. We appreciate your presence, knowing that it is your interest in us that brings you here. Of course, this day does not mean so much for any of you as it does for us. We who have looked forward to it with much anticipation, and even uncertainty, for four long years, and now we can hardly realize that it is here. Throughout these years our trials and hardships have been many, and sometimes it has seemed as if they were in vain ; but the encouraging words of our noble and inspiring President and the hopes of that long- looked-for diploma have strengthened us to continue our work, when play would have been much more desirable. To the Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior we give a word of encour- agement, for we truly know how to sj ' mpathize with each of them, and we will only stop to tell them, as we pass out of these walls: Cheer up, schoolmates dear, and bear in mind the old adage ' Everything comes to those that wait ; ' and remember that you must not only wait, but you must work. Look upon us, schoolmates ! We represent the grave and learned Class of Nineteen Nine. Consider our ways and be wise. We would that we could hand down to you the experiences of our hardships, so that you might be spared them, but we know that you would scorn any advice that we might give. Therefore, as we plant this tree to-day, we shall whisper to it many a secret, knowing that they will be well guarded until a future day, when you shall come to sit beneath its boughs and ponder over some arduous task. Then it will softly speak the messages to you from each rustling leaf. As w e gaze into the misty haze of the future, let us each a cup now raise to the teachers that we love. We thank them for their efforts in our behalf, and we hope that on going out upon life ' s journey our lights may so shine that others may see our good works and swell the songs of praise to those who have so nobly lead us on. And now farewell! May each small barge float gently out on life ' s broad sea, and may He who sees the sparrow fall pilot thee and me. Class Song, ' 09 Farewell to happy school days; Our race is almost run. Farewell to dear old rule days, When lessons all are done. But tilled with love so tender Our hearts will ever be; We shall be the proud defender Of our glorious old A. C. When of life we shall grow weary, When sorrow fills each day. And the path seems dark and dreary, No sunshine on our way, We will think with tenderest longing Of those days so full of glee; Then fond memories fast come thronging Of our long-loved old A. C. Giftorian ' s Address My class adopts the novel plan Of choosing its Giftorian; And I — its choice — must tax my mind To each girl ' s characteristic find; Then in the hand of each must place Some gift that suits her special case. My office seems a graceless one; But, then, you know, ' tis all in fun; And. then, how people change! you know- A truth these gifts erelong may show. Then, inter nos or entre nous, The whole affair ' s ' twixt me and you. And, first, a little secret have I learned: Cupid his shafts upon a maid has turned, Aiid Hymen ' s altar she would madly seek; But not a word about it must you speak. And since the bird may any time take wing, A marriage license seems to me the proper thing. To Annie Mae. To one by whom its laws are never broken This testament I give — a fitting token. Our class ' best — may all good saints defend her; And may the class that admonition tender A genial poet gave, remember ever: ' Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever. To Jessie P. The rose without its fragrance lacks completeness. And mignonette is prized alone for sweetness. So, glorious belle or homely-featured woman. If sweet is loved, not sweet is liked by no man. Sweets to the sweet — no other emblem handy, I give our sweetest girl, Daisy, a stick of candy. Quick-witted one, we all agree you are Our brightest girl, the class ' brilliant star. The quality of brightness lights life ' s way, As a heavenly lamp emits its guiding ray. ' Night ' s candles Shakespeare called those stars on high; So candles well your brightness typify. To Annie Lee. A dread of fatness preys upon this maiden; She shuns a board with tempting viands laden. I really think she ' d rather be a spirit Than corpulent, so much she seems to fear it. But, then, one biscuit more, or such a matter — - Just one more biscuit; that won ' t make you fatter. ' To Jessye. This girl loves Virgil; with him would she be, Not in the .-Egean, but upon life ' s sea. His Art of Husbandry she ' d rather know Than gardening with the Mantuan bachelor go. She does not toil to learn the poet ' s art; The Virgil that she loves she knows by heart. To Sarah. The ball of leather and a tennis racket Are relegated now to memory ' s casket. There ' s play, these days, in summertime or winter- .■ girl may swim, play ball, or be a sprinter; And though it makes old fogies quite splenetic. The ball and racket now are things athletic. To Hattie. God gives us taste, and with it means to please; And she who primps but exercises these. He puts the down upon the peach ' s cheek; She powders when her rosy face is sleek; Refractory locks she turns to curls and crimps. I give a mirror to Nelle, who primps. Sugar and cream, and dainties all that fatten. Ambrosial food whereon Olympians batten, And ruddy nectar, Hebe-served, in oceans. Have given our largest girl Juno ' s proportions. Lest embonpoint should bar her way to heaven — A straight and narrow way ' ' — this antifat is given. To Mary. One girl ' s a crazy girl about the boys — A trait that much her prudent friends annoys. She loves to see them ogle, wink, and prose Where ' er she goes — they are such pretty beaus! .She has so many boys upon her string, . string of boys for Annie is just the thing. To tlie Class: Well-wishing with gift-making goes: So let me wish, before I close, Your real, separate lots shall be, In life and through eternity. To bloom and shine, or near or far. On earth, a flower; in h?aven. a star. GIFTORIAN. ' 09. A liROUP OK SENIORS History of Class of ' 09 [I ' OME of yoii, perhaps, ha -e studied diFFerent liistories of the great I ' nited States which divided said lidok into adniiiiistrations — viz.: Achninistration of Washinp ton, ' Athiiinistration of Jefiferson, etc. X ' uv, while the history of 0 ' ' may not interest as qreat a nnniher as that of our cniuUr -. }et to a few loyal hearts it is equally as important, and deserves as much thought and time in preparation. In the fall of 1905 nearly forty .girls were elected I ' reshme ' i of Athens College, and at the same time the l)emerit was inaugurated as su- preme so ereign. During this great and might administratii)n what a time we poor l- ' resh. had ! When we went (piietly along our way innocently thinking we were dning our (hU} . little black luarks. cruel and relentless, were being put to our credit in the might}- hnok. just one soft little whisiii ' r tn the girl behind you in school, and — lo ! — you were in the clutches of the mighty nder. How we tremlded with fjar when the awful word nemerit was whisjiered to us! Indeed, this word seemed tci hold some awful magic, and. lr as we might to kce]) hra ely awa} ' from it, sooner or later we were under the dread si)ell. In the fall of I ' - ' Of) the long and awful reign of the Denuru was at last over. and. greatly to our astonishment, we were all still alive and unJHU ' t. Indeed, it seemed miraculous that we had escajied. The ruler, Ego, was now unanimously pnl intu office, and nenv came our time to gloat o er the pimr little l- ' resh. beliiml us. They were treading in fear and trembling the ihnrnx path that we came so liravely o -er. i-Iow they studied and strove for the honurs that came so easily to us Sophs.! Proudly we looked l)ack on what we had accomplished, and thou.ght: Small need have we to study any longer. Even ncnv we can be liright ami shining lights in the world. In the fall of 1907 the sovereign Egt) was overthrown by the more popular, though not so powerful, ruler, Privileges. What a period of io - and ])eace this was, and how each memlier of the Junior Class strove to .gain favor in the sight of the ruler. I ' .ut often it was very hard; for temptations rained upon us thick and strong, and sometimes it seemed impossible to overcome them, i ' .ut every girl fully realized what it meant to lose her Pri ileges. so easy to gain, but— alas ! — even easier to lose. Care free, easy going, life stretching gay and beau- tiful l)cf( re US, seemingly one continual rotnid of good times, the reign of Privileges was indeed the happiest, though, sad to relate, not the most prosperous of all the four. At last, putting pleasure and freedom behind us, we have come un- der the reign of the Cap and Gown, the time for which we have long been striving. But — alas ! — how many of our number have fallen by the wayside: and so in the year 1909 we are onlv eleven Seniors, fully realizing our imiicjrtance and how altosjc-ther necessary we are to the scheme of things. Soon we shall go into the world, no longer to be under rule, but to be ourselves rulers. Rut before this glorious time how thin and ])ale we get beneath our load of study! How often it all seems in vain ! How man}- times we feel that, in sjjite of the four long years of toil and worry, the hard-earned sheepskin will never be ours! Rut all obstacles are at last overcome, the last lessons are said, the last long ilraught is taken from the cup of knowledge — eleven girls, fully equipped for the battles of life, start out, each to fill her chosen place. CLASS HISTORIAN {W). r eu|y k Page 7 Pas4e 8 ' PLOM t Our diploma is not reached by a single bound, But you see this ladder by which we rise From the Freshman Class to the coveted prize; So we reach our degree round by round. Senior Poem I. Who always seems so sweet and nice, And has a smile — hearts to entice? She never gets angry or mad, She never seems downcast or sad. Here ' s luck to her, and nothing but luck; For she ' s our president — Mary Buck. II. Who is it that is tall and wise, j nd for wisdom is what she always cries? She loves to go and have a good time, And talks about Auntie until it ' s a rhyme. III. Who is all the time studying away? She studies all night, and she studies all day. She ' s quiet, and she ' s smart, And she ' s very true at heart. Can ' t you this little maiden see When you look at Jessie P.? IV. Who ' s the most dignilied of all. And she looks so wise as she walks through the hall? She has a smile for every one; But I think she ' ll be glad when her work is done. Of course you all know very well Tha-t this is no other than serious Nelle. V. Who always looks so prim and neat, And for tidiness is hard to beat? Who always knows History of Art? If she misses a quiz, all will start. School she likes, over lessons goes crazy. Now I ' m sure you know this maid is Daisy. VI. Who is it that loves to work and dig, . Vnd doesn ' t like for j ' Ou to say she ' s big? She ' s the same to the Senior girls always. And in store for her are happy days. She ' s always ready to lend a hand, . nd of Sara many things the Seniors demand. VII. Who is it that is tired of study and school, And wants to go away from every rule? She studies and gets good grades all right, But she wants to be a lady with all her might. She ' s the Senior that we all love well — Our blue-eyed, lovely Isabel. VIII. Who can make you laugh the most. And of the Seniors loves to boast? She is said to be our jolliest girl, For a joke she is ever ready to hurl. This one no other maid could be Except our jolly Annie D. IX. Who is forever pulling her hair. And fidgeting and moving around her chair? Who collects for the Annual and all that? I know you alreadj ' see our dear old Pat. Who is it that always wants to know, And always loves to be on the go? She seems happy the whole day long, And doesn ' t think skipping study hall wrong. This won ' t be very hard to guess. For every one knows that this is Chess. XI. Who are these so dignified and prim, That study till their eyes are dim? Who earnestly now for dips. do pine? Why, just the Seniors of naught nine. POET ( ' 09). Prophecy Was it real — the soft light gleaming, Making a path along my way? Perhaps, after all, I was only dreaming. For all had vanished at break of day; But, stretched as far as eye could see, It glowed with a weird, soft light That seemed to throw a spell o ' er me, And I followed half in fright. Some one seemed calling me by name. On and on, o ' er dale and hill. Wondering from whence the strange voice came, I followed, still against my will. Strange, soft whispers came out of the night — Whispers of school days long gone by; But when I listened in glad delight. They seemed to be only the wind ' s low sigh. Some wild impulse leads me on; The voice has become a moan. Then I see in dismay that the path is gone. And I stand on a mountain top alone. I close my eyes in sudden fear. When again the voice says to me: ' The future of all your classmates dear From this mountain top you shall sec. First a village bursts upon my sight, That in a smiling valley lies. All the place seems full of light. And I seem to hear glad cries. Wedding bells are loudly pealed; The church is opened wide; An altar white is then revealed; I see the blushing bride. I closer look. Can it be true The girl is Isabel? I need but see the eyes of blue, The look I know so well. The ' music stops; the vows are o ' er — Those vows that seal her fate. Her eyes sparkle as ne ' er before, As she leaves the church-j ' ard gate. Then darkness settles. When comes the light, I behold the bounding sea. A steamer huge bursts on my sight. And nearer comes to me. I see a face with soft blonde hair That recalls the year ' 09, When Annie Lee ' s most ardent prayer Had been to see a foreign clime. Next I am in a chattering throng Of women on the street. They seem to be arguing loud and long On a subject that must be deep. One stands on a stump with waving arms; I hear the cry, Woman ' s rights. Then my mind is filled with vague alarms. That face is familiar; but what a fright! A masculine hat on her smooth hair rests, A collar high is behind her ears; But, in spite of these changes, I must confess ' Tis the same old Patsy of former years. The chattering throng fades slowly away. Once more there comes a change of scene; I ' m in a throng so dazzlingly gay That it seems but a fairy dream — Smiling maidens and youths so tall, Flushing cheeks and eyes downcast. Hearts are oft broken at a ball. And will be while time shall last. The belle of the ball seems well to know. And this grows more interesting every day. The youths are smiled upon, then dropped lov f. It is our dark-eyed . ' Knnie Mae. I am next in a room all snowy white. Along the walls three little beds; And by one tiny ray of light I see three little golden heads. ' Rock-a-bj ' , baby, in the tree top, the soft tones come and go. Mary is singing; she dare not stop Till the eyelids are dropping low. ' Who could imagine her lot to be thus? I think, as I look at her face; But when she gives each a good-night kiss, I know that it ' s really her place. Then I see in a city ' s wild race A hurrying throng go to and fro. I look for one familiar face In all this pomp and show. Long 1 look, until at last Sara I see, so happy and bright. She had indeed with wealth been blessed. For her jewels gleam in the light. In a village schoolhoiise by the way The pupils are all lined up to spell. Their teacher they dare not disobey, For respect she seems to compel. With glasses far down on her nose, And the threatening rod in hand. She creates order where ' er she goes. Annie was born to command. A cottage covered half in snow On a cold, bleak winter ' s day; But on the wall in a ruddy glow I see the fire ' s bright ray; And chattering there in the room so warm Sit my classmates, Daisy and Nelle. Their lives are here spent safe from harm. Who a happier future could tell? Now I ' m in a crowded court room. The prisoner stands at the bar. Ready to hear his word of doom. And I hear low moans from afar. Silent and sad his wife I see. By her side a crying child. It is our dear old Jessie P., Always so meek and mild. Then in the tense silence I wait; The dread word guilty I hear. My friend falls into a deadly faint; I long to speak a word of cheer. Long I wait for the clear, bright light. The air has grown suddenly chill. Then, seized with a strange, mad flight, I turn to run down the hill — On and on I scarce know where; But fear to my feet wings gave. I stumble, then the moonlight clear Reveals a new-made grave. The old, old adage, The good die young, Seems ringing in my ' orain. And there I stand as one struck dumb; On the tombstone I see my name. I read the words in awful dread. Revealed by the moon ' s soft caress. Now, indeed, is my last hope dead; For I read: Lest ye forget — Chess. PROPHET (09). Commencement Day Each day we have delved until ' twas dark; New hopes each day were born; For always we could see the sun Behind the morrow ' s dawn. And when we did awake froin sleep And greet the morning light, We sprang up quickly to begin And work with all our might. And now our hearts with joy stand still. And life is bright and dear. What we have longed for now has come; The Day of Days is here. ANNIE MAE REEDER ( ' 09). The Sacrifice « NCE I slept and dreamed a strange, uncanny dream. It seemed ' Jll not to be of this world, but a thing apart, a dream of spiritlike and ghostly things. Years had passed. I knew not what the time might be ; but in the distance I plainly saw figures approaching, coming toward me as I stood just without the library door. Even as they drew near, I could not distinguish them. They wore the cap and gown and hood that only mighty Seniors wear, and each bore in her arms something that she deemed most precious. As I watched them, they gathered beneath a banner on the wall of the library upon which were inscribed the words : Class of ' 09. There was not a sound ; the stillness was intense. Each seemed to hesitate, to wait until some other should be the first to carry out this ceremony, for it seemed that for some secret and solemn purpose they had assembled. The light in the room was uncertain ; I know not whether it was night or day. They lingered still, as if by a common impulse ; they moved backward, then one alone came slowly forward. Down beneath the banner she placed a great scroll, and on it were many words — as good, better, best, — and many such were written plainly. A book, on which I caught the letters Y. W. C. A., and other books with much the same appearance followed this. After this, she took her place at the head of the line. And then one stepped forward, who did not move slowly, as the first, but she hesitated as she reached the spot where it seemed that she, too, was to place something. A slight noise attracted my attention. When I looked back, she was placing what seemed to be endless packages tied up with various colors of ribbon. They were without number, as the sands of the sea — countless ; and still there were more. Finally, when she had taken her place, I heard her whisper, as to herself: Farewell, my cases ; I loved you all ! The one who followed in her place carried but a tiny thing in one hand, and in the other she held, clasped tightly, a volume bound in light blue, with letters of gold upon it. I leaned nearer to see what the small thing could be, but she held it so that it was concealed from me. Then she stooped down and placed the two with the other offerings. The tiny bundle contained a small, dainty powder rag. As she moved quickly back in line, another came forward more slowly. She bore two huge buckets overflowing; and when she had taken her place again, the spirits sighed, and said : Ah, woe, those tears did fall ; she passed every ' exam., ' after all. The fifth to come forward carried something that seemed to be a mon- ster report of some kind, upon which I saw the words, late, late, late, written many times. Several packages of various shapes and sizes she also added to the fast-growing pile. Then came one who carried so many books that I was afraid she could not move across the room. One by one she laid them slowly down. Even then she stood, lingering, gazing fondly a moment at several that I could see had titles in German. When these had followed the others, she, too, took her place. Then one stepped forward who seemed eager, yet afraid, to place her sacrifices among the rest. As she laid them slowly down, she glanced at each. Curious to know, I stepped forward. Each piece of cardboard had a face upon it ; each one was different. It was the pictures of the boys of her schoolgirl days. Still another approached, slower yet than all the rest. A sad smile played around her lips, as gently and carefully she placed her loved His- tory of Art with all the other treasured gifts, and slowly and sadly went back to her place. Softly did the next one step, but swiftly, too, as if she were eager to place her gift among the rest. Hastily she put down a thin, wide book, on which, looking nearer, I could see written : List of library books. She stood for a moment, as if thinking, and then quietly stepped back again. One of a solemn countenance and bearing a large package now came forward. With great care she deposited her burden, and rose hastily. On the box, in large letters, I saw Chemical apparatu s. With a last look at the box, she stepped back into line. The last to come forward walked rapidly, as if she knew exactly what she was expected to do with the neatly folded packages which she carried in her arms. Eager to know the contents, I tore a little piece of the paper off, and saw a skirt of dark green. But I did not know what it meant for when I looked, she had gone. .After all had drawn nearer, looking up at the banner, they each turned toward the other one long look ; then they passed out into the great world. LUMMIE SINIARD. - !v u e 14 ' K a. I • S Junior Class OFFICERS BETH TAYLOR President METTA HARGROVE Vice President BESSIE CULVER Poet PEARL SAWYER Secretary EMMA RANEY Treasurer MYRTLE STEPHENSON Historian MEMBERS COUCH. MARIE, ' 10 Woodlawn I would not grow so fast, Because sweet tlowers are slow, and weeds make haste. CULVER, BESSIE, ' 10 Birmingham She sits attentive to her own applause. .GLENN, SUSIE, ' 10 Decatur Of all her looks, a calm disclose Of innocence and truth. ' HARGROVE, METTA, ' 10 Tuscaloosa Honesty, coupled to beauty. Is to have honey a sauce to sugar. HERNDON, FLORIDA, ' 10 Piper Life is a comedy. Who cares? MERKEL, IRENE, ' 10 Birmingham It is better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. RANEY, EMMA, ' 10 New Decatur But let me paint my thoughts. RODEN, BERNICE Collinsville A crown of light was about her hair. SARGENT, RUBY, ' 10 Goodwater She is good-natured ever. Nothing more whatever. SAWYER, PEARL, ' 10 Albertville A jev.el in a ten-titnes-barred-up chest Is a bold spirit in a loyal heart. SHELL, ALVA, 10 Woodlawn ' ■ She is the smallest and the dearest. STEPHENSON, MYRTLE, ' 10 Moiilton My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or the heart, concealing it, will break. TAYLOR, BETH, ' 10 Ripley, Tenn And her thoughts were as fair as her eyes. WHITTEN, WILLARD, ' 10 Birmingham The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. WATERS, MABEL Birmingham Of all sad words of tongue or pen. The saddest of these are: ' Missed again. ' WINTER, PEARL, 10 Camp Hiil Proudly she throws her frontlet to the sky. Junior Poem Here ' s to the Juniors of nineteen nine! May their paths be filled with joy sublime, And the long years at old A. C. Be remembered as filled with joy and glee. ' Tis true that gloom filled many hours, And the path was not always strewn with flowers; But, sheltered from every outside woe. How swiftly all our sorrows go! It was thus with the Juniors gay, Whose griefs ne ' er lasted but a day. But, Juniors, remember when out in life. And all the world seems full of strife, That after darkness comes the light; After rain, the sunshine bright. POET (10). History of Junior Class E are just a class of ordinary girls, like the other classes of our [kll li? school, except in this : We have not the self-satisfaction which the Classes of ' 12 and ' 11 exhibit, nor the worldly wisdom of which the Class of 09 is continually reminding us, and we fully confess our faults before the world. As Freshman and Sophomore, our class was not like the ones usually found in schools and colleges ; for we were always very humble, knew our place, and kept it. As Juniors, none of us are known for any deeds of great brilliancy. We are not known for any personal beauty, yet we strive to make our inner self worthy of the great places we are sure some of us will fill in the world. As the weeks pass by and the lessons grow harder, we, little by little, lose our hopes of anything remarkable ever happening; but we keep studying and striving, and presently hope again rises, and we work more diligently than before, believing that if we prove ourselves worthy, all will yet end well. The members of our class will ever hold in loving memory the name of its president, who, as the ruling spirit in it, has always encouraged us to better work when we have felt down-hearted and discouraged. We all wish for her the greatest success and happiness in the great work that she has chosen. To know how well we have accomplished our duties, it is only neces- sary to study the records in the office; and in everything in which we have had a part, we have done our best. Yet another year lies before us in which to do great things; and if the future may be judged by the past, we prophesy for our class great success in life. HISTORIAN ( ' 10). V. Kv TM iXo y Ha-s H s Ci Y- n y Sophomore Class OFFICERS HELEN HOWARD President MITTIE LEE Vice President MEMORY ALDRIDGE Historian RUBY VAN HOOSER Poet « « Sing a song of Sophomores, Pocket full of chaflf; Kiiocking all the Freshmen, Think they ' re big as Taft. MEMBERS MEMORY ALDRIDGE Munford A man, a man! LOUISE CRAWFORD Athens How she smiled! And I could not but love. ADA CURTIS McMinnville, Tenn. Fair Quiet, have I found thee here? IDA DUKE Birmingham A mind content both crown and kingdom is. ETHEL FOWLER Her thoughts are far away. CARRIE HODGES Winfield ' ' Be good, sweet maid. Let whoso will be clever. HELEN HOWARD . Talladega Youth ' s a stuff will not endure. JOSEPHINE KEY RussellviUe Let me more of her beauty see. MITTIE LEE ' . Glen Allen Small and pure as a pearl. ALMA LEETH Cullman A face with gladness overspread. ETTA MASTIN Huntsville Rejoicing in herself. VELMA PRICE Bridgeport A conscience to lend. IRENE STOVALL Jasper When some girls think they can play, there is no telling what their neighbors think. RUBY VAN HOOSER Athens We grant, although she has much wit, She is very fond of showing it. ESTHER WADSWORTH Birmingham It is, in heaven, a crime to love too well. Poem « The Sophomore Class is hard to beat; ' Tis known for wit and fun. The pleasure of such girls to meet Scarce falls to any one. . ' t basket ball they ' re paramount; They win in every game. At books — we get from all account — Their rep. has equal fame. Their colors, lavender and black, Wherever worn, show grace and truth. In loyalty they never lack; So they are best in all forsooth. Here ' s to that class that ' s always right! May it continue great, And, in the long and mighty fight, Keep on at just such rate. Sophomore History T was a great day for Athens College when we, the brilliant Class of ' 11, appeared within her walls. At first we were dubbed Freshmen by our upper classmen, but that did not dampen our ardor. Only one thing did. The great panic of homesickness which spread through our ranks compelled some of our number to go home to dry their tears. We were determined to prove our abilities to every one, and this, I am sure, we have ably done. We have touched on every important phase of college life, and have in each instance won renown. In Trig. our beautiful Louise has gained lasting fame for her won- derful insight into the ordinates and abscissas. Ida has placed her name among those of Milton and Shakespeare in the poetical world. Two of the most expert basket-ball stars of the United States are our Ethel and Josephine. Mozart and Raphael ! What are they compared with Mittie and Irene? These illustrious maidens have excelled both in their great achievements. The skill and ease with which Alma wields the racket has not yet ceased to be a wonder to all the girls and the faculty. She has, indeed, a brilliant future in this line. Fair Etta has added still another glory to our class by her reading. Twice has she stood before great audiences and swayed them with her grace and eloquence. Esther and our beloved president, Helen, have voices which are the marvel of all who hear them sing. Critics have said that they rival Jenny Lind. There is no doubt that future fame is in store for them. The historical novels of our dainty little Ruby are more widely read than those of any previous writer. This is a thing never seen before in history. A young girl of sixteen, the most widely read authoress of the day! I feel a delicacy in referring to my personal attainments, but the prov- erb says, An honest confession is good for the soul, so I shall state that my achievements have been many ; and if none of these make me famous. I am quite sure this history will. HISTORIAN ( ' 11). Beware Whoever reads these lines Will swear. So, preachers and old maids. Beware! But if by chance you read Too far, You ' ll find how foolish you Really are. Still pursuing? I beg you. Desist. Now I have warned you of Your risk. So you listened to my Pleading? And didn ' t give this verse A reading? No, too late; you ' ve spent Your time. To learn the reason for This rhyme, Draw the curtain and close The doors. For it ' s dedicated to the Sophomores. Is it about lovers — the time, The place? No; it ' s just written to fill This space. LOUISE CRAWFORD. Freshman Class OFFICERS HELEN CURTIS President NELLE PENNINGTON Vice President HALLIE McCARY Poet ANNIE BUCHANAN . . . Historian MEMBERS LIZZIE BLANKENSHIP Riverton Trust me not at all, or all in all ANNIE BUCHANAN Riverton ■ ' A good girl, worthy of note. LIZZIE BUCHANAN Riverton The tenderest-hearted maiden. ' MATTIE BROOKSHIRE Diamond She talks little, but thinks much. HELEN CURTIS McMinnville, Tenn. She was meek and modest. LUCY CLIPPARD Madison Arise, ye more than dead! MATTIE FAY CARMICHAEL luka, Miss. Hail, divinest melancholy! ANNA DINSMORE Falkville This only grant me: That my means may lie Too low for envy, for contempt too high. MAGGIE GRIFFITH . Hoke ' s Bluff Early to bed and early to rise. FRANKYE HERTZLER Madison ■ ' Dance by day and feast by night. EVA JONES Athens How firm a foundation! MYRTLE JONES East Lake Then be not coy. MARY KEY Russellville Fair as a star when only one is shining in the sky. PEARL MARLOWE Oneonta Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit. OCTAVIA MERIWETHER Trenton, Ky. O maiden, why so sad? HALLIE McCARY Huntsville Hail, wayward queen! MARJORIE McCOY Athens She spoke at large, of many things. ETHEL McENTIRE Hanceville Books — ' tis a dull and endless strife. ONA PECK SomerviUe So fret not like an idle girl. NELLE PENNINGTON Ripley, Tenn. Sweet queen of parley. MARY PERSINGER Birmingham Help, murder, fire! ANNIE D. ROGERS Athens And Betty is praised for labors not her own. ELIZABETH SELF Laurel, Miss. Such eyes! They have never lost their light. ALICE BROWN SELMAN Kellytown Woe to him that is faint-hearted! ANNA MAE SHOOK Bridgeport She never takes a dare. SADIE STURDEVANT Bessemer A smile that is so sweet will surely find a smile that is just as sweet. FRANCES THURMOND Memphis, Tenn. Beautiful lips that the angels guard. BERTHA TUCKER Lafayette Learning is most excellent. DONIE WARE Trussville Her double chin, her portly size, one could never forget. • P e5Hman_class - Freshman Poem Fre linifii, ju t starting rui our way — Tiniiil, iiit ' ek. and afraid; But we will have our reward some day. When our firm foundation we ' ve laid I ' or the future ' s flowery path. Then will be our time to laugh. Just as the Seniurs now often do. When our paths seem dark and drear. We ' ll put those pi.irr little Freshmen through. .And see them lilled with fear. -•Klwaj ' S proud and haughty we ' ll be. Ah, soon will come our time of glee. So cheer up. Freshmen, every one; All your lessons learn. Then will come our time of fun — The time for which we yearn. We ' ll |)ut on airs with the best of them, .And enio - our good times with a vim. CLASS POET ( ' 12). Freshman History ?HAT a trial the beginning was — the beginning of four long years of strife ! We little Freshmen entered school in the fall of ' 08 — timid, meek, and afraid ; and the very thought of the long race before us filled our minds and hearts with terrible forebodings. Can we do it? And will we ever be the proud wearer of the cap and gown? Sometimes the worry and study has seemed all in vain, and we are plunged in despair; but when the thought comes of the honors to be won by perseverence, we resolve to push onward at any cost ; for, after all, things that we have toiled and suffered for seem much sweeter than things that come without work. The most horrible of all things to us Freshmen is the thought of a demerit — a little thing, indeed, only a tiny black mark ; but the fear of one of these black marks is as great to us as if it were burned in coals of fire. And so, with this fear forever hanging over us — for who knows when one is going to be put down to her credit? — we have gone along the thorny path to the Sophomore Class. But in spite of these fears and in spite of the thorns that rudely pricked our tender feet as we journeyed on, we have had our joys. Many roses have been strewn along our way, and we know that every cloud has a silver lining; and in days to come, when we are proud and dignified Seniors, we will look back with fondest joys on our Freshman year. HISTORIAN. The Penitent Freshman Dear Faculty: When first I came to Athens, I thought that I would be The bestest little girlie That ever you did see. But when you hear the story That I ' m about to tell, Perhaps you ' ll know the reason I ' ve not succeeded well. The first night of October, as I lay awake in bed, A-thinking of the home folks and the things my mother said, A-hoping that they ' d miss me, and for me their tears would fall, I heard some Junior voices near my door out in the hall. Come on. She ' ll never know it. Yes, I know she ' s sound asleep. To hear a Junior speaking thus — my flesh began to creep. I thought the Freshmen innocent; the Sophs., not wholly bad. That Juniors could so wicked be — the thought just made me sad. And then I said: If Juniors feast at all hours of the night; If Seniors put on dignity and do things not just right; If Sophs, can ' case ' and ' slip ' and ' swipe, ' and ' fib ' about it, too, Is there anything a Freshie of my talents cannot do? At basket ball I took the cake; At tennis I excelled; I slipped to be at every feast. No matter where ' twas held. My first report was excellent; ' Twas easy work to pass; And then I thought how nice ' twould be To visit every class. At Xmas, ' fore I got good home, I magnified a boy; In January, when I returned, I held my Math. a toy. In Latin and in German, too, I had a dull, blank face; For meditating on that boy Had started me to case. Perhaps if I had studied hard. On English put my time, You wouldn ' t be so horrified At my attempt at rhyme. But days passed by, and I did learn Things ever new and newer. Good resolutions grew to be Forever few and fewer. The year ' s ' most up; and when I think Of all the things ' I ' ve done, And try to find something that ' s good, I cannot name but one. My cases number seventeen; I swiped just two mince pies; But with slips, demerits — 88 — I ' m guilty of no lies. I don ' t look like I used to look. I hate this self that ' s new. I ' m ' fraid to go home to mamma. And so I write to you. A FRESHMAN. P.S.: I send a picture that will show My very worstest case. I ' m awful glad it ' s from the back, So you can ' t see my face. Irregulars « MEMBERS LILLIAN ALLIN Cullman O, listen, gods, and hear my heavenly voice! AMANDA ANDERSON Athens She fain would be a skyscraper. MARY WILLIE ANDERSON Athens ' ■ She towers above her maidens by a head. WYNNE BOBBITT Bessemer A Venus and Apollo ' s face. STELLA COLLINS Hanceville She had two eyes, so soft and brown. CARRIE DAY Lacey Springs She would if she could, but she can ' t. Why? Because she ' s married now. EULA JOHNSON Nauvoo Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside. CLAYTON MILLER Birmingham Dimples have a power to charm the savage breast. ELIZABETH NORMAN Hamburg Truly a little Norman maid. LAURA NORMAN Hamburg, Ark. She is meek and soft and maidenlike. LUCILE RICHARDS Millport ' ■ O music, sphere-descended maid! MAMIE RICHARDSON Hamburg, Ark. Afraid of her own shadow. RUTH ROBERTS Collinsville The beauty of my countenance is my constant joy. BERTHA SANDERSON Athens Why study all day? RUBY SMITH Athens Just fair enough to be pretty. Just gentle enough to be sweet, Just saucy enough to be witty, Just dainty enough to be neat. BLANCHE SPAIN Jasper Let me put strength into the words I speak. JOHNSIE STEADHAM Florence Ever in cheerfulest mood art thou. RUBY WILLIAMS Boaz She seems a gentle creature, and very trim and neat. Two Apes Two girls in Athens College, Called Pat ' and Clioss, Are girls of Senior knowledge, But apes ne ' ertheless. Last week, one night — alas! — They couldn ' t take a dare, And with a pair of scissors Cut six inches from their hair. With one braid long and one braid short. To breakfast then thej ' came; And all the girls began to stare, The teachers murmured, Shame! The President ' s look was very grave; She calls the girls insane; Expects next time half a nose. One ear apiece, for the twain. LAURA NORMAN. Normal Class OFFICERS FRANCES LEISER President MAUD SKELTON Vice President MARY L. MAN KIN . . . Secretary and Treasurer - MEMBERS BELLE AUSTIN Sunrise, Ga. Mure peijple are slain liy suppers than liy swurds. BERTHA AUSTIN Sunrise, Ga. .Silence is nmre eliMiuent tlian words. LYDA COWDEN Remlap To be wiuulerfui, wise, .And roll up her eyes. .MARION HARRIS Tuscunibia .She hath a lean and hun.yry look. FR. NCES LEISER Browns I am resolved to grow fat and look ymnig till forty. CARRIE LOWE IluntsviUe Before it is too late, get busy. MARY LOU MANKTN Chattanooga, Tenn. Judge not according to the appearance. ETHEL RHODES Birmingham Cease not from yonr quest nntil you find. FANNIE SARGENT RussellviUe . ' rise and shine; the goal is thine. MAUD SKELTON Scottsboro Mirth, with thee I mean to live. BONNIE SMITH Athfn? Live not in the past; to-day holds a prize to be won. ALMA WHEELER Wintield No time hath slie to sport and play. JOSEPMIN ' E VANDIVER Birmingham ' ■ Never silent. 5UBfRE5MMEN Commercial Class « Class Colors: Red and Black OFFICERS BLANCHE SPAIN President JESSYE BRANSCOMB .... Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS JESSIE BRANSCOMB BLANCHE SPATN CAMILLE SHEPPARD MABEL WATERS MARY W. ANDERSON A Temperance Address Ye friends of moderation, Who think a reforniatimi Or moral renovation Would benefit our nation; Who deem intoxication, With all its dissipation. In every rank and station, A cause of degradation. Of which your observation Gives ample demonstration; Who see the ruination. Distrust, and desolation; The open violation Of moral obligation; The wretched habitation Without accommodation Or any regulation For common sustenlation — A scene of deprivation Unequaled in creation; The frequent desecration Of Sabbath ordination; The crime of depredation, Defying legislation; The awful profanation Of common conversation; The mental aberration; The dire infatuation. With sad gradation Of maniac desperation — Ye who with consternati(Mi Behold this devastation. And utter condemnation Of all inebriation. Why sanction its duration Or show disapprobation Of any combination For its extermination? We deem a declaration That offers no tcmptatiim By any palliation Of this abomination The only sure foundation; And, under this persuasion, Hold no communication Witli noxious emanation Of brewers ' fermentation, Or poisonous preparation Of spirits ' distillation. Nor any vain libation Producing stimulation. To this determination We call consideration. And, without hesitation, Invite cooperation. Not doubting imitation Will raise your estimation. And, by continuation. Afford you consolation; For in participation With this association You may by meditation Insure the preservation Of a future generation From all contamination; And may each indication Of such regeneration Be the theme of exultation Till its final consummation. M. W. % - J : a.. S. .fi ' «i T ■««I '  Music « HAKESPEARE says: He that hath no music in himself. Nor is touched by the concord of sweet sound, Is fit for treasons, statagems, and spoils. Tvlusic : What is music ? In Athens we have what we call music from six o ' clock in the morning until nine at night, and till ten, when some girls decide that it is more necessary to sit up all night and feast than to sleep and acquire more beauty. He that hath no music in himself. Does this rule apply to all? I wonder what she that hath no music in herself is fit for? First, she is fit for treasons. When she is sent with an armful of music to prac- tice, she is found over on the north wing singing Home, Sweet Home, and then follows an invitation from Miss Moore for the lady to come to the office at once. Second, she is fit for strategems. When class meetings are called after school, business is always so pressing that she cannot possibly get through before the other girls have gone to walk. Third, is she fit for spoils? Let the teacher ' s back be turned while in the dining hall, and it is an easy matter for her to hide in her napkin a plate of biscuits, a bowl of sugar, a pitcher of syrup, and even a dish of hash. When this happens, for some reason, she has special business upstairs, and is compelled to fly. On Saturdays we are touched by the concord of sweet-sounding and heart-breaking melodies, the most classical of which are : Won ' t You Be My Honey? Just Help Yourself, I ' m Afraid to Come Home in the Dark. Miss Ermine Jones has a famous little composition of which the girls are especally fond. The rhythm is like the following: Position — 2, 3, 4; arms — 2, 3, 4; push — 2, 3, 4; hold — 2, 3, 4; right foot — 2, 3, 4; swing left — 2, 3, 4; reach — 2, 3, 4; square corners — 2, 3, 4; etc. We are going to hand in a petition that we have this piece played every day. Mrs. Taylor, the nurse, is almost exasperated because the girls are always beg- ging to be present when Miss Jones performs, and nothing is more piti- ful than to see the disappointed faces when she chooses some girl to turn the music for her. Nevertheless, all are eager to have the honor of standing on that cute little box to lead the orchestra. We, as a class of accomplished young ladies, can sing beautifully, too — that is, when Miss Meek, our vocal directress, tempts us by expound- ing to us how delightful it would be to come upon the rostrum and sing a solo. Before she has finished speaking, girls who never sang a tune in their lives have their heads in the air shrieking with all their might, and as a result Miss Meek exclaims : Girls, that ' s good for the first time. However, all Athens girls are full of some kind of music, but not al- ways at the right time. Some sing, others play; but one girl said she never saw but two musical instruments that she could play, and both of those were bugles. Although she plays remarkably well on both, she will soon begin to take lessons from the able directress of our music de- partment, Mrs. Florence Lord. H f ' ;. T A i -iv Ua(j GLEE CLUB Glee Club « MISS EVA MEEK Director LIZZIE NORMAN President MEMBERS STELLA COLLINS BETH TAYLOR BERNICE RODEN RUTH ROBERTS NELLE PENNINGTON HALLIE McCARV ETTA MASTIN IRENE MERKEL LAURA NORMAN LIZZIE NORMAN JOHNSIE STEADHAM MARION HARRIS WILLARD WHITTEN MUSIE WHITFIELD BLANCHE CAMPHEL BLANCHE SPAIN RUBY SMITH MAUD YIELDING NELLE BARCLIFT MARY G. THURMOND MATTIE ALLEN JACKSON NINA POWELL Expression JHEN expression is mentioned, thousands of things come tO ' the mind — such as Shakespeare, physical culture, voice culture, and numerous other things. Shakespeare ! Does this name bring up fond recollections and easy memory work? Or do you won- der why Shakespeare ever put in The Trial Scene in his Merchant of Venice, or his Sleep Walking Scene in Macbeth? Physical culture ! Oh, why did you ever have to throw your arms, head, and feet in every direction to learn how to recite? But it must be done, and the Athens girls are known especially for the vim they put into the exercises. And why do you have to shriek in every different sharp and flat to get the voice right ? I am sure some of the girls would be very much obliged to the elocution pupils if they would go to the extreme end of the campus to give their unearthly yells. But, after all, we are really proud of our class, and feel sure that we have done some good work — all because of our talented teacher, Miss Ermine Jones, a graduate of Emerson College of Oratory. She has shown much interest in every pupil, and each one has grown to think of expression as the thing she loves best in her college life. The girls have given their best work to Miss Jones, and in doing this she has been able to show their talent to the people, so that they wonder at the marked improvement in them. Several plays have been put on during the year, and each has been enjoyed, not only for the amusemeijt it aflforded, but also for the high grade of work that the class has done. The class this year will give As You Like It at the close of school, and everything seems to point to its success. Miss Jones will present T Iiss Annie Mae Reeder as a graduate this year. A. M. R. Art Class « Motto Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better than that a man should rejoice in his own works, for that is his portion. OFFICERS LILLIAN ALLIN ' . President METTA HARGROVE Secretary MEMBERS ETTA MOORE JEN. RIVES ANNIE LAURIE LINDSAY EMMA RANEY LUCY MOORE MARIE COUCH MISS HOWARD VIRGINIA LORD , FRANCES O ' NEAL MAMIE CRUTCHER MARGARET TUTWILER NETTIE TIDMORE MAY HENDERSON RUBY WILLIAMS ANNIE DEE ROGERS LOUISE MURPHEY TO HE The County Fair |iHE originality of the Art Class of Athens College has long since 1 1) been recognized, but perhaps no other occasion has given such evidence of the ingenuity and artistic skill of these industrious young women as the great county fair given on the evening of December 5. The numerous posters bearing tantalizing suggestions of the good things in store were irresistible, even to those whose spare pennies were fewest. Consequently, at the appointed hour, the library was thronged with eager spectators. To the lover of fashion and one who is interested in novel and strik- ing styles was presented such an array of artistic costumes and har- monious color combinations as is not often seen even in Athens. Many well-known literary characters, among whom was the cheery Mrs. Wiggs, accompanied by her daughter, Europina, were present and added to the interest and dignity of the occasion. The side show held various attractions- — such as an exciting rooster fight, Lookout Views, and the charming romance of Sleeping Beauty and the Prince. Two clowns afforded amusement to the fun loving, while two wild Indians were a constant terror to timid children unused to such scenes. For the satisfaction of the inner man there was on hand an abundance of such eatables as sandwiches, popcorn, peanuts, candy, lemonade, and hot chocolate. For those whose minds were puzzled with the selection of Christmas gifts there were on sale a large number of artistic articles — water-color heads and sketches, hand-painted China, calendars, blotters, dainty chaf- ing-dish aprons, a variety of fancy bags, etc. Miss Johnsie Steadham was the fortunate winner of an exquisite pastel as the prize in a popularity contest. Several graceful couples joined in a cake walk, which was one of the chief features of the evening, and Misses Sheppard and Bryant were awarded the cake. Last, but by no means least among the attractions of the county fair, was the art gallery. It is not often that an opportunity presents itself to study so extensive a collection of rare works of art as was exhibited in this gallery. The masterpiece of the fair, The Guard of the College, will be reproduced in The Oracle, and we are sure it will be appreci- ated, without any criticism from us, by every lover of art. Other paint- ings which deserve special mention were Fireside Scenes, Sweet Sixteen, and A Desert Scene. The faculty pictures exhibited were masterly specimens of portraiture. These will also be found in The Oracle, since it is the wish of the editors that no friend of the college should miss seeing copies, at least, of these great portraits. The county fair was, indeed, a success from every standpoint — as a financial enterprise, as a jolly social affair, and as an exhibition of great masterpieces of artistic production. County Fair Art Gallery J?es.cf Cotleqe Tr jf f atksmstji ' os DirPctcr r|nociel cAooI Ry: fdteek _ } in v( cf Fn Wt Boas o ■ Jn 1 )v,« r j P ?df -of -5c e.nce., fr aJ c H(£fro -y X  -C j5o- -o Vo£C The College A.D. W ii KA ' Mj sic ](nd Ij!5 p8tt meR5 I RiN. ar Subs PljoF. OfI. IJOF. OFILxPRESION pol f E[e ertfaai ' flusfc- The Guard or the College. COTTAGE DORMITORY MATTHEW. MARK, I.UKE. AND JOHN A BASKErr BALL TEAM Alumnae Association « OFFICERS MRS. J. R. HOFFMAN President MRS. ERNEST HINE Vice President MRS. W. P. CHANDLER .... Second Vice President MRS. L. M. GILBERT . . . Third Vice President MISS M. HAMMERLY Secretary MRS. MARY W. HIGHTOWER Treasurer MISS SARA MALONE Historian ACTIVE MEMBERS MRS. B. L. ALLAN 1890 MRS. FRANK PRICE 1897 MISS BLANCHE BINFORD 1906 MISS LUCIE BARCLIFT 1906 MRS. W. P. CHANDLER 1872 MISS ROBBIE CHANDLER 1906 MISS L. M. HAMMERLY 1848 MRS. ERNEST HINE 1881 MISS MILDRED IZZARD 1906 MISS MAGGIE IRVINE 1898 MISS OLIVE KELLEY 1906 MISS FANNIE L. RAWLS 1903 MRS. MARIA W. RIVES 1887 MISS ADDIE RICE 1899 MISS ROWE SANDERS 1883 MISS ROSA SMITH 1906 MISS ELIZABETH STEADHAM 1906 MISS MABEL VAN HOOSER 1906 MRS. L. P. ROGERS 1890 MRS. J. W. CUNNINGHAM 1892 MRS. FRANCIS T. WHITE 1903 MISS CARRIE SYKES 1894 MRS. J. R. HOFFMAN MRS. W. G. MARTIN 1898 MISS SARA MALONE 1883 MISS JOSIE COLE 1897 MRS. EUDORA R. BLACKWOOD MISS MARY ELLA HOUSTON 1872 MRS. MARY CAINE MASON 1890 MRS. TULA VAUGHN GILBERT MRS. J. S. ROBERTSON . 1890 MRS. J. L. BRITAIN 1872 MRS. LAURA C. HORTON 1896 MRS. MARY W. HIGHTOWER 1889 MRS. MATTIE E. YARBROUGH 1887 MISS JESSIE GREEN 1904 MISS VALLIE M. GREEN 1907 MISS MONA PURYEAR 1905 MISS ELIZABETH HINE RICHARDSON . . 1902 MISS EDITH NORMAN 1907 MISS LOUISE ROBINSON 1907 MRS. R. H. RICHARDSON 1878 MRS. T. M. HOBBS MRS. AD. T. PHILIPS 1872 MRS. ELIZA C. THACH MISS LIZZIE McCLELLAN MISS LUCILE MORRIS 1896 MRS. -SARA D. GRAY MRS. CARRIE D. HALL MRS. FLORENCE H. SPEAK 1890 MRS. KATE G. GAMBLE 1890 MRS. OLA M. SPICKARD MISS KATE BRACKEN 1908 MISS ISOLA BARCLIFT 1908 MISS MYRTLE BARTEE 1908 MISS OPIE CLEMENTS 1908 MISS MADGE JACKSON 1908 MISS NORA MERKEL 1908 MISS SALLIE C. MASTIN 1908 MISS OLA MABRY 1908 MISS LILLIE PEARCE 1908 MISS LUCY WALKER 1908 Publications ._- .ALl Jtal , The Oracle « STAFF JESSYE BRANSCOMB Editor in Chief HATTIE ELLIS Business Manager ANNIE MAE REEDER Assistant Business Manager ANNIE LAURIE LINDSAY ) f Art METTA HARGROVE j FRANCES THURMOND PEARL SAWYER BLANCHE SPAIN CARRIE DAY ANNA DINSMORE c .-iS 1 •s ' vi t?..J 5 5 D -t The Athenian STAFF ANNIE LEE HORN Editor in Chief ANNIE DAVIS Assistant Editor MAMIE RICHARDSON „ a, Biisniess Alanagers MYRTLE STEPHENSON ETTA MASTIN ELIZABETH SELF MARY KEY HELEN HOWARD ALMA LEETII FLORIDA HERNDON OCTAVIA MERIWETHER STELLA COLLINS Societies George Eliot Literary Society OFFICERS HATTIE ELLIS . . . President SARA CARLISLE Vice President BERNICE RODEN Secretary DAISY WARTEN Treasurer .The George Eliot Society-- ' May its roll increase, Awake this session From a summer of peace. Back to college again After months of pleasure, We felt it our duty To work without measure. To begin our work aright, A President we elected; A Senior bright and fair. Her duty she ne ' er neglected. Debates we ' ve had a plenty; But the worst is yet to come. When face to face we ' ll argue. And wonder who has won. Parliamentary rules we ' ve studied, And we ' ve learned them very well; And we know to come to order At the tapping of the bell. Although we ' re amateurs In the literary field, We feel that we have something done In learning our pens to wield. Then here ' s to the dear George Eliots! Then here ' s to the Black and the Blue! To her we ' ll e ' er be faithful. To her we ' ll e ' er be true. J. R. P. -%fe p ' %? . Jane Childs Literary Society « OFFICERS JOHNSIE STEADHAM President ETTA MASTIN Vice President LIZZIE NORMAN Secretary IRENE STOVALL Treasurer - )HE JANE CHILDS LITERARY SOCIETY was named for the first woman President of Athens College, Madam Jane Hamilton Childs. It is now in its fifth year of existence. It is the endeavor of this society to do work of the very high- est order, and we hold that anything worth doing at all is worth doing well. It has an active membership of seventy-five — a little more than half the boarding students. The plan upon which both societies are conducted is to have a busi- ness, social, literary, and debate meeting each month. By our business meetings we hope to become familiar with parliamentary rules, and con- duct afifairs accordingly. The literary meetings cause research and give us a knowledge of the lives and works of our great writers. These meet- ings are enlivened with music and readings. Both societies combine to hold our social meetings. In former days debates were held almost exclusively in young men ' s societies, but now they occupy a prominent place in those of young women. Perhaps there is nothing which gives more life to a society and creates more rivalry than debating. Can you not feel the thrill of excitement which runs through an audience breathlessly awaiting the long-drawn- out decision? How the heart of the debater sinks when the chairman of the judges inclines his head the tiniest fraction toward her opponents! But if one could possibly have her wits at hand, she would know it was done only for consolation for listen : We, the judges, therefore unani- mously declare that the decision has been won, by the skin of the teeth, by the . One of the most important features of commencement is the annual debate. Of these debates two-thirds have been won by the Jane Childs. In the future, when we hear some eloquent argument put forth by a woman, and ask, Whence cometh this learning? we shall hear with pride the answer : She was a member of the Jane Childs Literary So- ciety. _ J. V. S. Y. W. C. A. Notes OFFICERS MARY E. BUCHANAN Pre- ident JESSIE ROWE PERSINGER Vice President BETH. TAYLOR Secretary ADA CURTIS . . Treasurer CHAIRMEN OF COMMITTEES ANNIE LEE HORN Intercollegiate JOHNSIE STEADHAM Membership BERNICE RODEN Devotional SARA CARLISLE Finance ANNIE MAE REEDER Social BLANCHE SPAIN Missionary ELIZABETH NORMAN Musician « « « I HI ' ' Y. W. C. A. stands for all that is highest and best in our col- leg-e life. It approves of everything- that makes for the greatest college spirit. It stands for enterprise, for womanliness, and for sympathy in college relations. The S . W. C. A. has manifested a great entiuisiasm this year, and the girls show their interest in the work by their regular attendance and ready response, when called upon, to lead in the evening services. This vear we have enrolled ninety members, some of these being ladies of tlie faculty. It is the desire of the association to have e ery girl anil teacher a member, but such an ideal association has never yet been real- ized in Athens College. The work is successfully carried on through couimittees, the chairman of these committees being very much interested in the work. The Mis- sionary Committee deserves especial mention, for it has shown great ability in making their pledges and raising the sum toward the support of Miss Fitch, our missionary in China. The association was well represented at the Gulf States Convention, held in Atlanta, on November 19-23. Those who attended were Misses Barclift, Annie Lee Horn, Annie Mae Reeder, Nell Pennington, Irene Merkel, Johnsie Steadham, Marion Harris, Fannie Sargent, Josephine Key, Alary Key, and Mary E. Buchanan. The girls all came back very enthusiastic over the work, and all desirous to make our association work mean more in the future. (Due cannot help being inspired to do great things when they attend one of these conventions and come in contact with the noble women that have given their lives to the service of Christ. The Y. W. C. A. not only pays its pledges to the Gulf States Associa- tion, of which we are a part, but gives yearly a scholarship to some girl that would otherwise be deprived of an education, and it also helps to support a missionary to China. We feel that to try to do without the Y. W. C. A. in . thens College would be similar to a carpenter trying to build a house without nails. Let us always strive to carry out our object : To win young women to Jesus Christ as their personal Lord and Alaster; to deepen the spirit- ual life of those who already know him ; to give opportunity for Christian fellowship, and to send out trained, consecrated young women into active service for Christ. ' , ' J OFFICERS OF ATHl,ETIC ASSOCIATION Athletic Notes f ' jl N October 2, 1908, the Athletic Association was reorganized, elect- «fc)f ing Jessye Rranscomb. President, and Hattie Ell is, Secretary ' • =° and Treasurer. More enthusiasni than ever liefore has been manifested, especially in basket liall. The girls started out with the intention of doing great things. Of course, they must have their class teamSj then they were to have a college team. The day on which this team was selected marks one of the most ex- citing times of the year. It was the day when the Seniors and Juniors were to play the first match game of the season, and the five best plavers were to be chosen to make up the college team. The fact that the Juniors held the cliam])ionshi]) of last year made the Seniors all the more deter- mined to win. The game was called, and both sides did good work : but the Seniors came off victorious with a score of 33 to 15. While they rested an interesting game was played between the Sophs. and the Freshmen, which was close, the score being 8 to 7 in fa ' or of the former. At dinner the winning teams were accorded the place of honor — in the center of the dining room. Everybody was eager to hear who had been the lucky ones, and their suspense was ended when Miss Moore rapped on the table and read the following names : Jessye Branscomb, goalman ; Hattie Ellis, forward; Marie Couch, center; Ida Duke and Lizzie Blank- enship. guards. But in our interest in basket liall we must not lose sight of tennis, which is an ever-present help when the bell rings for us to fall in line and take one of those never-ending walks. When the weather is good, you can usually find a crowd around these courts, which makes us in- clined to believe that it is not for the sole purpose of getting out of walk, but that tennis evidently holds other attractions for the .girls, whose beauty must not be marred by that rough and barbarous game called basket ball. Indeed, some of our most enthusiastic girls have organized an archery club, and although they have made much progress, yet none of us are willing for them to act William Tel!, while we play the part jf his son. H. E. Yell s With a vevo, with a vivo, With a vevo, vivo, vum! Johnny, get a rat trap. Bigger than a cat trap; Johnny, get a cat trap. Bigger than a rat trap! Cannibal, cannibal! Sis, boDni. bah! Athens, Athens! Rail. rah. rah! Boom-a-Iacker, booni-a-lacker! Bow, wow, wow! Chic-a-lac1 er, chic-a-lacker! Chow, chow, chow! Boom-a-lacker, chic-a-lacker! Who are we? We ' re from Athens, Don ' t yon see? Hobble, gobble; hobble, gobble! Sis, boom, bah! Athens, Athens, Rah, rah, rah! Rickety russ, rickety rnss! What in the world is the matter with us? Nothing at all! There never will be! For we ' re the girls of the old A. C. VARrtlTY BASKET BALL TEAM Jessye Braiiscomb, Hattie Ellis. Marie Couch. Ida Duke, Lizzie Blanken hip SENIOR BASKET BAI.L lEAM Hattic Ellis, Jessye Brauscomb, Jessie Persiiiger, Mary Buchanan, Sar JUNIOR BASKET BAI.I, TEAM Metta Hargrove, Bessie Culver, Marie Couch, Florida Herndon, Irene Merkel SOPHo.MoKK HA KH ' |■ I ' .AI.I, TKAM Ida Duke, Helen Howard, Josephine Key, Memory Aldridge, Etta Maslin 1 .1? ■n « ' ■ ? f] iS3 J Ptsa x ' ' 1 m vf t y ' fl . ■■ ' ■ ' la ' m. ■ n rxffl fli S SS5«B S  ■ ' ■•irj : j.«5 ' FRESHMAN BASKET BAL,I TEAM Hallie McCary, L,izzie Blankenship, Mary Persinger, Lizzie Biichanau, Frances Thurmond MB BASKHT BAM. TKAM Margaret J ' utwilcr, Dudley Tutwiler. Mabel Moore, Zella McWhorter, Camillc Sheppard Athens College Athletic Girl A toast to tlic girl who loves to play Tennis — yes, tennis — the livelong day. Her hair all blown into her eyes, Each ball to hit she always tries. Nothing ever worries her good old time; She will liit the ball till the bell does chime. Combs may t1 ' away in the air; Off she throws her tronble and care. Lightly sends the ball o ' er the net, Lest some one hollows it is let. Every day she jumps and squalls. Gaining fame by her great swift balls. Exery persons alwaj ' s tells Athens girls by their tennis yells. Then comes another rare delight. Here is where our classes fight. Long and hard for the cup they test. Every team will fight and scratch Till every face has a great big patch. It ' s lots of fun just to see them fight, ' Cause it ' s the Juniors against the Red and White. Give to the Seniors all honor and praise In yelling, while their colors you raise. Red and White will alwaj ' s win. Let the toast to the Seniors never end. ANNIE MAE REEDER C09). Autobiography of a Basket Ball HE first e -cnt of my life that T rlistinctly remember was lieing- m i ' ' : ' in the show window of a lar,q-e store where all kinds of athletic snoods were kept. The store was in a lar e Northern city, and every afternoon the high-school pupils woidd stop and look in at the w ' indow and admire me. T wore a coat of shining brown leather and, I doid)t not, looked Aery attractixe. i was lying in the window (_)ne morning wondering how long I would lia e to stay there and what my future would he. when suddenlv I heard the sound of voices near l)y. I listeneil. I have an order here, the first sjieaker was sa ing, from a girls ' school in the South, fur a light-weight, bvu substantial, iiasket ball. Have we an}-t]iing thai answers to that description: ' es, indeed, the second speaker replied, that light-br.iwn fellow- over there in the window is just what they would want. He picked nie up and tossed me several times in the air. Well, continued the first speaker, as the order is urgent, 1 wish you would see that it is sent off at once. These words filled me with jo_ -. for 1 knew that hereafter w life would not be so dull and iminteresting. The same da} ' 1 was prepared for my imu-uey and carried to the ex- press office. From there I was taken in a wagon with other ]iackages to the station, ' i ' lie train soon arrived, my compannions and I were lilaced in a large baggage car, and the jdurney liegan. ( )n the whole, it was very pleasant, for the door of the car was left o]jen, and I saw man}- strange and beautiful sights. At the end of three days I reached m destinati :)n, and was taken into another express otTice much smaller than the one in the city. The man- ager placed me with son-ie boxes on a wheelbarrow and a boy rolled us through the streets until we came to a tall building, with a large yard in front of it. I readily guessed that this was the college, for I saw a number of girls walking abotit in the -artl. The boy opened the gate and rolled us up the walk to the steps of the house. The girls all gathered around him, eagerly inquiring if there was a basket ball among the packages. The boy told them there was, and gave me to them. They expressed much pleasure at seeing me, and passed many compliments on my handsome brown coat. Every afternoon after my arrival the girls would play with me. 1 heard them say that they were practicing for a match game that they were to play with another school. I suppose that was why they were so glad to see me, for the old ball looked rather shabby. They practiced well, and soon became fine players, though I often heard them say that they could not play nearly so well if it were not for me. I was such a fine ball. Sometimes they would disagree on some little point, and a li ' ely discussion would ensue ; but, on the whole, I think they were very nice girls. The day for the match game came at last. The team from the other school arrived with fl ' ing colors, sure of victory. E.xcitement reigned. . large crowd of the town people came out to witness the game, all wearing our colors. I felt sure that we would win: and c did, though it was a close contest. Our opponents pla ed well, and several times it seemed as though ictory were theirs. I ' or instance, the goaluiau on the other side tossed me toward the goal, and. instead of going in, 1 hit the side of the liaskct and bounced off into the arms of their center, wild tossed me back to the goalman. I managed, howe er. to slip through iier hands and rolled to the feet of our forward, who threw me to our side and made a score for us. Another time our opponents would liave luade a score, but 1 gave a ])ounce and turned to the left, thus avoiding the player on that side, ?o when all was over and we were, indeed, the winners, I felt justly proud of myself, for I knew they could liave done nothing without me. i led (|uite an eventful life from that time on. The girls played match games among themsehes as well as with other school. 1 took a great deal of interest in these, especially when we played with isiting teams, for I was eager for us to be victorious, and we usually were. All this happened many years ago, and as I lie here in this old attic to-day I wonder what lias become of those .girls, and if tliey will li ' e to be as old as 1 am. I ' .ut 1 am ne er louel}-. 1 like to dream of the past and of that sunny morning when 1 lay in the show window of a large store wondering what luy future would be. H. H. AKCHKKV CI,l li The Thanksgn ing Turkey Snclly l!ie Uirkey walkeel llie back ynrrl. His head no longer lield high; For thongli it seemed to him very hard, The next day he must die- Tlie chickens gathered sadly round To hear his tale of woe — How in the coimtry he was found Not so many days ago. And hriiuglu frnm all his friends so dear. From the home of his first knowledge, To a place that filled his heart with fear; That place was Athens College. The girls, with shouts of laughter gay. Had said (and ' tis no fablej : How can we wait for Thanksgiving Day To see him on the table? Can yon imagine the terrible fright That filled the turkey with gloom When he heard those words of pure delight? For he knew that they sealed his doom. No hope was left; he could but wait For the moment of his call. He realized, but far too late. That pride must have a fall. WYNNE BOBBITT. Z M RJ«yi_ CONTRIBUTIOMS_ Miscellaneous MISS HOWARD PEARL SAWYER BLANCHE SPAIN JOHNSIE STEADHAM JESSIE PERSINGER ALVA SHELL ANNIE MAE REEDER HATTIE ELLIS WYNNE BOBBITT LAURA NORMAN HELEN HOWARD MISS PITTMAN JESSYE BRANSCOMB FRANCES THURMOND BESSIE CULVER ANNA DINSMORE KATE EUBANK LUMMIE SINIARD ISABEL CHANDLER CARRIE DAY MARIE COUCH METTA HARGROVE ESTHER WADSWORTH Art EMMA RANEY MISS WILLIAMS ANNIE D. RODGERS ANNIE LAURIE LINDSAY m 4i fr My Case « I. My case on a winter ' s day Asked me to come with her and play. II. I asked a kiss from the lips so fair, Never doubting that she would answer my prayer. III. She blushed as she gave it, looking down At the leaves so dry on the bare, cold ground. IV. We talked of love, and wondered whether The look of my rival meant foul weather. At last, like one who for delay Misses a chance, we went away. VI. But the girls all laughed that afternoon. When I began singing a different tune. VII. I asked the trouble, and received with surprise .- look of hate from her hazel eyes, VIII. And her blighting answer and cruel air: It ' s immaterial what you think; I don ' t care. IX. Alas! those days will never come back. She lost her temper and gave me a whack. X, And of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: I ' m stung again. XI. Then again one bright, glad day My case came back to me to play. XII. The song came back, and with it a rest And a boundless love surged through my breast. XIII. We talked a while and wondered whether This one little hour could last forever. XIV. And the girls smiled again that afternoon, When both of us sang the old, sweet tune. XV. O, yes; those days have all returned, And we remember the lesson we learned. XVI. For of all glad words of tongue or pen. The gladdest are these: We ' re friends again. KATE EUBANK. « A Mistake ' IVE long months had passed since I had seen the home folks, and I could hardly sit still as the already late train pulled into the little station where I would change trains for home. My brother had promised to meet me here, and as he was the dearest brother a girl ever had, I knew he would keep his promise. How anxious I was to see him ! At last, after a few minutes that seemed hours, the train came to a standstill. Picking up bundles and suit case, I hurried out. Sure enough, there he stood, hat pulled down and collar turned up like he always wore them. Oh, you darling , I knew you would come ! I cried, dropping every- thing and flinging my arms tightly around his neck. How are mother and the kids? Just then the light from the flagman ' s lantern fell full on his face. Horrors of horrors, it was not Gwin ! Without even waiting to pick up my baggage, I fairly flew, and did not stop until I reached the waiting room, where, crouching down in the darkest corner, I burst into tears, and vowed I would never speak to my horrible brother again. F. LEISER. When the Cops Were on Duty NE day in the year 1908 Miss Moore decided that we, the students of Athens College, should try municipal government for at least one week. So the mayor, the aldermen, the prosecuting attor- ney, the chief of police, the day policemen, and last, but not least, the night policemen were elected. The night policemen — indeed, they were the greatest of them all. With eagerness they watched for the girls to come trooping to their rooms after room bell to ask for some slight permission, which they willingly granted. Then the fun of getting after a girl for not being exactly inside her room when the bell rang; and woe to the girl whose light was found on after light bell, while they, the mighty ones of the school, walked the halls until time to report to the big chief. It was not a strange thing to see two policemen go staggering up the hall singing at the top of their voices, The Old Man was Chasing His Son ' Round the Barn, or another one of their favor- ites, Once There was Three Wandering Jews. Of course, these selec- tions were very much appreciated by all on the hall, the teachers espe- cially. But — Oh ! — the humiliation one night when a teacher actually had the audacity to tell them to turn their light off, when they had scarcely gotten back from the chief ' s room. And of course some of these wonderful policemen still have a grudge against the aldermen for mak- ing the arrests which nearly broke up study hall, and for depriving them of the honor which they believed in all justice belonged to them. Al- though these night policemen really considered themselves the most im- portant persons in government, still, in the opinions of others, our mayor, aldermen, etc., held decidedly more important places. The day police- men were, indeed, very vigilant in their watch, leaving Miss Pittman with little to do but to sit at her desk and sigh for the dear old days of demerits. The aldermen, on their part, were quite a solemn and dig- nified looking crowd, especially after they had been closeted with the mayor for some fifteen minutes or more. Their faces were graver than usual when it was their important duty to fix a penalty for each offense ; and the most remarkable thing of all was that some of these penalties really were carried into execution, for which the girls who play tennis and basket ball are extremely grateful. But, on the whole, the ladies of the faculty decided that the girls found too much fun in this mode of government to allow it to continue. BESS CULVER. « Goblins in the Night Marie got so frightened That she was stiff and stark In the middle of the night, When it was still and dark. She thought she saw a goblin A-standing white and tall Over in the corner, Up against the wall. Yes, there it stood a-leaning, As though it meant to stay Till the night should wearily Go and give place to day. And Marie, crouched ' neath covers. Let out her voice and cried, A-calling to the others, Who came to her bedside. What is it, child? asked Alva, Seeing Marie all af right; And then she got up courage, And quickly made a light. Ah, the curtains were drawn open, And there against the wall Was one of Ethel ' s white robes A-hanging; that was all. A. S. The Fan FESTIVAL in sunny Japan ! What a pretty picture this calls to the mind. A picture of smiling maids, in holiday attire, look- ing as bright as the morning itself as, from their bovvers of roses, they nod or wave their gaily colored fans to the passing throng that began to gather long before the sun had bounded over the eastern hills. As the day grow s warmer, the streets become one surging mass of brightly dressed, happy humanity that seems to know nothing of where it is going. Nor do these light-hearted people appear to care — at least so thinks one of the lookers-on, a typical, fair-haired, grey-eyed young American, who, like many of his countrymen, is kept forever busy in the mad rush after pleasure and change of scene. A mere whim had brought Jack Langdon to this festal gathering. True, it was amusing for the time, and as circumstance — or shall we call it fate? - — had placed him in this little village, why not make the most of it? Idly, and with only a faint light of amusement and interest in his eyes, he watches the chattering throng as it passes him. How very beautiful it all is ; how brightly the sun shines on the lovely flower gardens and gay buntings streaming in the breezes. This is, indeed, the lajid of tea and roses. And the women ? No young American could fail to feel a pass- ing interest in them, so small and daintily fair, their eyes gleaming brightly beneath dusky, gorgeously dressed tresses. A low laugh interrupts his meditations, and turning in confusion Langdon gazes upward, the half smile still on his lips. It is nothing so unusual, only a girl in her rose bower smiling down upon him. Now many girls had smiled on the good-looking American, but none in exactly this fashion. The smile seemed to hold more of amusement than interest. Perhaps, mused Langdon, she is laughing at me. This was not altogether a pleasant idea, but he felt that he had looked foolish ; he did not know exactly why. If he had only known — the fair little lady ' s thoughts were altogether dififerent; she was wondering why the young gentleman stood so long beneath her bower, and perhaps there was just a little conceit in the thought that it was her bower. And now there was nothing for Lang- don to do but to stand and gaze upward at the lovely vision. This was hardly romantic ; but if he spoke, she might be frightened and would run away, and sometimes much can be accompHshed in a look. The two dimples that played at hide and seek around the maid ' s rosy lips had won many an unsuspecting youth to be her slave forever. But Langdon does not know this, so he still gazes entranced ; but perhaps if he had known, it would have been the same. But the expression on the pretty face suddenly changes ; the warmly tinted cheeks lose a little of their color, and, uttering a faint cry, the girl leans far out from her frame of roses. So she is going to faint into my arms, Langdon thinks quickly. That will be rather nice. Ah, her fan ! and he springs hastily forward to recover the bright fan that has fallen a few feet from him. As he does so, a chariot, with gay bunting streaming, goes quickly past him. She evidently thought I didn ' t have enough sense to get out of the way, thinks Langdon. Well, I must have looked it. Now to restore the fan. When Langdon looks to where the fair vision had reigned a moment before, he is slightly chagrined to find that she has vanished. Perhaps gone out of my life as quickly as she came, he muses, sadly. Then he opens the gay fan, from which he seems to inhale the faint odor of roses. But no, little fan, you must take me to her. And the gay little ladies on the fan seem smil ing at him knowingly, as though they understand only too well. The bright summer months have again rolled around, and Langdon is once more in merry Japan. What had brought him here — and to this little village? If he had been told that one small fan was controlling his destiny, he would have denied it quickly — too quickly, perhaps. He would also have denied that a pair of soft, dark eyes and roguish dimples had been ever before him for the last year. But, nevertheless, all this was true. In vain he had searched for the fair little Japanese. She seemed to have disappeared completely. But he did not lose heart; and on this balmy summer day, having been for many months in his native land, he stands beneath the same rose bower, musing just as on that memorable day of one year ago. Then he hears a laugh — low, soft, and sweet. He turns, and is con- fronting the idol of his dreams, still beautiful, still with the same ador- able dimples. In her arms a tiny Japanese baby, the lovely image of its mother, laughs and crows at the passers-by. Farewell to all my dreams of Japan ! Farewell to visions of laugh- ing eyes and dimples ! Langdon, on a steamer bound for old New York, watches with a faint smile a gaily colored Japanese fan as it tantilizingly rests on a wave, flut- tering and uncertain, then sinks quickly from sight forever. W. B. That College Pal of Mine As in evening I am thinking in a hammock all alone, And musing on the faces of the friends that I have known; And I turn the leaves of fancy till in shadowy design I find the smiling features of a college pal of mine. ' Tis a darling retrospection, for the daring stunts that start Into shape, that rise like shadows from the memories of my heart; And to think the old stunts over is a luxury divine. While in shadowland I wander with that college pal of mine. O, well do I remember the study hails we skipped. The biscuits we have stolen, and the sneaking way we tipped; But all these happy memories to the moonlight I resign, For I know that she has left me — that college pal of mine. She told me she would love me forever and a day, And that she ' d write me letters till her golden hair was gray; So now through all these fancies I sadly draw a line, For I fear I am forgotten by that college pal of mine. J. F. B. -i! The Beautiful Lady (A Story ' of the Kentucky Mountains) JiHE mission house was old and rambling, but it was strongly and sturdily built Standing in a lonely little town in the Kentucky mountains, it had proved for more than fifty years a kindly shel- ter for the traveler who passed that way. In spite of widely diflFering paths and creeks, every man, woman, and child loved that old mission, and to all of them it stood as a place of peace. During the cold months there were few visitors in Proctor, for the winters are severe in the Kentucky mountains, and the little town seemed to be sleeping beneath its covering of snow. Rut with the coming of the warmer days it awakened to life. For one month during the high summer there was a kindergarten in Proctor, and to the children this was the happiest time of the whole year. When the ladies, who had come from the city to conduct it, had all ar- rived, the bell on top of the mission rung long and loud, and the chil- dren gathered at its call to welcome the kindergarten ladies. The big, snug room, into which they only had a stolen peep during the rest of the year, was now theirs by right ; and when the oaken cabinet was un- locked and the treasures began to appear, joy lighted up the sallow- little faces, and smiles came to the childish lips that were all unused to smil- ing. There were all kinds of play toys and storybooks ; but what won- derful things the children made themselves. Little, unskilled fingers, with patient slowness, cut long chains of red and green paper and pasted paper dolls in rows ; and in some of the rude and bare cabins these things were held as treasures, being hung in some as decorations, and bringing gladness to little lives that otherwise were dull and colorless. The thing that the kindergarten ladies loved best themselves was when the little girls came alone to the mission and spent the whole happy morning in plaj ing with the dolls. How eagerly they watched Miss ' alh ' as she unlocked the cabinet and lifted out the box in which the dolls lay. Then how tenderly they were handled, and with what gentleness did the little mothers undress them and put them to bed, wake them and dress them again, all in the space of an hour. There was one little girl who came when the dollies were to be played with who never at any other time came to the kindergarten. She was a still and silent child who seemed to take no pleasure in the games of the other children ; but she loved the dolls passionately, and would sit for hours quite con- tent with the oldest and shabbiest among them, if only she might hold it herself and not give it up to another child, and the ladies tried in vain to bring into the little solemn face some of the joyousness of childhood. She lived some miles away from the mission house, so they knew noth- ing about her home, and little Emily never told them of the drunken father and of the ever-weary mother. After a while, when they found it troubled her, they ceased to beg her to join in the games, but let her sit brooding over her doll. The mother ' s instinct was strong in the child, and she hated to see her baby locked into the dark cabinet when the time came for her to go home. Miss Wally, with that quick sympathy which made her so dearly loved, understood the child and longed to tell her to keep the doll and carry it home with her, but she knew she could not make an exception of little Emily, so her doll was locked away with the rest. One day a big express package came to the mission house ad- dressed to Miss Wally ; and when she opened it, she found a beautiful doll. There was a note asking that if some child could be found who had no doll, this one should be given her. Miss Wally slipped the note into her belt, wondering how she could decide who was to have the treasure. There was not only one little girl, but fifty, who had no doll, and the problem was somewhat difficult. The next day, when the chil- dren had all assembled in the kindergarten room, she told them she had a surprise for them, and, uncovering the box, she showed the doll to them. There was a moment of silence, then exclamations of delight came from every child. Never in all their lives had they seen anything so beautiful. They touched the silk dress reverently, and unbuttoned the little slippers with fingers that trembled with joy. Miss Wally watched them smilingly, when suddenly her attention was attracted to Emily. She had drawn near and had taken the little bisque hand of the doll in her own. Her dull little face was transfigured ; it was full of life and color and childish joy. ' hat a beautiful lady! she mur- mured, in a rapt voice. What a beautiful lady ! The children had moved with one consent and made room for Emily, and moved by a sud- den impulse, Miss Wally put the doll into her little arms. Take her, my dear, she said, her brown eyes bright with tears. Take her, Em- ily; she is yours to keep. The child expressed no wonder or astonish- ment, no thanks of any kind, but she held the doll close, and a hush that had in it something of awe fell over the children, as Emily, with a face whose radiance seemed almost unearthly, walked slowly from the room, proudly carrying the beautiful lady. A week passed, and Emily had come to the kindergarten, but she came without her doll, and the little face had settled again into a look of re- signed hopelessness, and Miss Wally wondered at this. One day she asked her what she had done with the beautiful lady, and why she did not bring her with her sometimes to show to the other little girls. Ma said she was too fine for the likes o ' me to play with, so she hung her up high on the wall, and can ' t take her down, the child answered slowly. Indignation burned in Miss Wally ' s heart. You poor child, she said, compassionately, you might as well not have the doll. Emily ' s expression did not change. I can stand on the floor and look at her, she said ; and if I climb up on a chair, I can touch her dress and her little shoes. Every night I kiss my hand to her to tell her good night, and I go to look at her the first thing in the morning. She ' s al- ways smiling at me, and I don ' t think she minds—. The brave little voice faltered here. I don ' t think she minds being on the wall. Miss Wally did not speak for a moment, and her own voice was not quite steady when she said : Good-by, Emily. I ' m coming to see ycm in a few days, and maybe your mother will take the doll down and let us look at it together. Good-by, answered the child ; and Miss Wally, with a sinking at the heart which was almost like a foreboding, watched the pathetic little figure until the shadows gathering over the mountains hid her from sight. The next day Emily did not come to the kindergarten, nor the next ; and on the evening of the third day a messenger came on horseback for Miss Wally: Little Emily is awful sick, ma ' am, and she ' s been beg- ging for you all day. I told her ma I ' d stop and let you know. Miss Wally waited only long enough to summon the doctor from the little town across the river ; and when he came, they started off together to little Emily ' s house. They reached it after a long walk— a lonely lit- tle cabin on the side of the mountain. The mother, a gaunt, hollow-eyed woman, whose face brightened somewhat at the sight of Miss Wally, opened the door in response to their knock. The tiny room was bare and dreary. In one corner stood a tiny bed, on which little Emily lay, flushed with fever and moaning with pain. On the wall opposite the bed hung the beautiful lady, her blue eyes gazing with changeless serenity upon the little sufferer. The child recognized Miss Wally, and a faint smile passed over her face as she came to the bed. You said you ' d take her down and we ' d look at her together. She gasped the words with difficulty. Miss Wally knew at once what she wanted. Quickly she reached up and took the doll from the wall and laid it beside the little girl. She seemed to grow more quiet at once and sank into a troubled doze. The doctor drew a chair to the bed and sat down. He saw that there was no use to tell the mother or Miss Wally the truth that the little life was ebbing fast. The mother knelt beside the bed and buried her face in her hand. The child stirred and clung to the doll as if she feared some one would take it from her. The doctor bent over and patted the thin little hand. Nobody ' s going to take your doll, he said, tenderly. Go to sleep again ; she ' s going to stay with you. You might o ' had her all the time if I ' d only known. Sobs choked the mother ' s voice. A look of unutterable peace dawned on the little face. There was a silence lasting for several minutes, then a long-drawn sigh, a whispered My beautiful lady, and with her arms tightly clasped about her treas- ure the little mother, smiling, sank into everlasting sleep. ISABEL CHANDLER ( ' 09). Love in a Hammock « To and fro, to and fro, gently in the hammock they swing! Their voices are very soft and low; But maybe their secret you shouldn ' t know, It is such a very little thing. The youth speaks of the lovely day and takes the maiden ' s hand. Her soft-blue eyes are turned away. And she hasn ' t a single word to say; But you cannot understand. The boy now has a splendid start, and both are filled with bliss. He gently clasps her to his heart, And says: We nevermore shall part. Then — such a loving kiss. She blushes, just like all girls do, and is so very shy. And whispers: Dear, will you be true? For I can love no one but you. While fast the moments fly. To and fro, to and fro — bang! The hammock is frail. The youth says something you shouldn ' t know; The maiden loudly screams: O, O! Such a sad, sad tale. WYNNE BOBBITT. The Owl and the Moon « The pale light of the stars above, An owl and the moon on a hilltop show. In whispers soft they are making love; The calm world is sleeping far below. The old, old story, ever new, They are telling o ' er and o ' er, And seem to know just what to do; But perhaps they have done it before. Many, many vows are said. But — alas! — the owl is young; The moon ' s pale beam has turned his head. So what else could he have done? O, foolish owl and foolish moon! It cannot be always night; The sun will bound o ' er the hills too soon. And banish you both in fright. WYNNE BOBBITT. Turn About is Fair Play T was the first day of April, and all the girls were up playing jokes on Kate, who was, as usual, very sleepy. Ellen and Annie went down early to join the other girls in their fun. O, Annie! cried Ellen, just before the breakfast bell rang, what do you say to putting quinine in Kate ' s water?- I ' m sure the nurse will give us some. When the two girls reached the infirmary, they found the nurse very busy, so she just told them where to get it. Kate came to breakfast a little late and found the girls waiting for her. She picked up her glass to take a drink. At this the girls laughed heartily, but Kate did not so much as smile. All the girls except Ivate soon forgot about the quinine water. When Ellen and Annie came up to their room after school, they found Kate on the bed crying. What is the matter? asked Ellen, as she came tiear the bed. I am sick, answered Kate. Is there anything I can do for you? Yes. Go and get the nurse immediately; I am about to die. This frightened the girls very much, and Annie left the room, soon returning with the nurse. While examining the girl, the nurse saw her wink and smile, and knew at once that it was only a joke. What have you been eating? the nurse asked. I have eaten nothing to-day, except at the table, replied the patient. Has any one been April fooling you? I do remember that there was something very bitter in my water at breakfast, she answered. That was nothing but quinine, because I put it there, spoke up Ellen. Where did you get it? In the big bottle in the medicine case. There were two bottles that looked very much alike, one containing quinine and the other containing poison. You have made a mistake, and the child is poisoned, announced the nurse. By this time Kate had fallen into a stupor. Rub her hands briskly while I go to get something for her. Be sure she does not go to sleep. The nurse then left the room, and as she was passing through the hall, she asked one of the girls to go in and assist Ellen and Annie until she returned. She soon came in with two glasses and gave Kate the contents of both. Kate is in a dangerous condition ; and if she goes to sleep, I fear that she will never wake again, so you girls will have to work hard to keep her awake, said the nurse. Let me go and send her mother a message to come at once, cried Ellen. I have spoken to the President about tha t, answered the nurse, calmly. Oh, what can I do ! I have killed my dear roommate ! she cried, wringing her hands. Why did not we wait and let you get the quinine ! exclaimed Annie, between sobs. . After Kate and the nurse had kept up the pretense for some time, they decided that they had punished the girls long enough, so they both began to laugh heartily, and Kate shouted, April fool ! FLORIDA HERNDON ( ' 10). A Leap-Year Proposal (Written by a lovelorn Senior, to be sent with a box of candy which she made on the afternoon of Thanksgiving for , a friend. ) Now if yon are gallant and dandy. You surely will accept this candy; For on the anniversary Of the day that we should thankful be She spent from noon until the night To cook for you a little bite, Who, seeing chances passing fast, Feared much that soon would be the last. And swore for you she ' d make a bid Before the leap year should be slid. In truth, by noon is only meant The hour that we to dinner went, Which was two-thirty, I believe. If a little Waltham won ' t deceive. O, turkey dressing we did eat: Not tot ' ly wanting was the meat. Orange and nut we took away. Which sure we ' d want another day; But this experience of tasting candy Makes now the orange come in handy. I ' m sure I never dreampt before That I could pen a rhyming lore; And so, before your heart has froze, I ' d better run back to my prose, When once, with Meredith, I ' ve said That without me you would be dead. How ' s that? I hear you crying loud. Why, listen now, you vain and proud: If you into this box will look. You ' ll surely see that I ' m a cook. G. E. H. A Little Child Shall Lead Them §R. AND AIRS. WORTHINGTON lived in an elegant mansion in New York. They were very wealthy and had but one little girl about five years old, named Elenor. There was something about the home that had seemed very strange for the past few months, and although Elenor was young, she noticed the uncongeniality between her father and mother whom she loved so well. Her little heart was troubled. At night, when she would kneel by her bed, she would send up earnest petitions to God for dear father and mother. One night Air. Worthington was late in getting in from his work. He came in tired and sat down in his arm-chair to rest and read his daily papers. It was not long before he heard a little voice calling out : Tum on, muver; daddy has tum, an ' he wants to see you. Won ' t you tum? Poor daddy is so lonely. He ' oves you ; I heard him say he did. Muver, he is so sad. I saw him take out his han ' chief yesterday and wipe some tears away. Mr. Worthington listened with interest. He put his paper down and rested his head on his hand. He could not think of any way in which he had been inattentive to his wife. He loved her and his child, and he worked hard to gratify their wishes. His wife was naturally cold, distant, and loved a society life. This worried him very much, and he pleaded with her to live a more domestic one ; but her taste was too unlike his for her to comply with his request graciously. Ivlrs. Worthington answered Elenor very crossly. Go away! she said. Don ' t you trouble me again to-night. Elenor was a silent child, and though she did not quite understand the mood of her mother, she held her peace, and started down the long stairway leading to the reception hall, where her father was sitting. He heard her little bare feet pattering down the steps, and, turning around, he saw the little figure of Elenor in her night gown. As soon as she saw her father, she ran to him with outstretched arms and kissed him. His forehead was hot and his head ached, but the passionate love which he had for his child made him forget his feeling of illness. She climbed upon his knee, put her arms about his neck, and begged him to tell her a story. He began to tell her about what he used to do when he was a little boy; how he used to climb, run away, go in swimming, and eat ginger bread and pudding that mother had made. Before he finished, she fell asleep. Mr. Worthington ' s heart beat sadly as he looked down at the sweet, innocent little face ! Just the thought of her grow- ing up to learn of his unhappiness grieved him. He carried her up- stairs, laid her on her little bed, and went away. Mrs. Worthington stole silently into the room where the child lay sleeping. She looked at her and thought of how crossly she had spoken to her that night. Big tears rolled down her cheeks in piteous chase ; a sad remorse was gnawing at her heart. She kissed the child, tucked the covers in, and turned to her own bed. During the night she dreamed that a death angel had visited her home and taken little Elenor away. It seemed as though the strings of her heart were torn asunder. She waked up screaming. Mr. Worthington ran int o the room, put his arms around her, and tried to comfort her as best he might. This confusion awakened Elenor. She sat up in bed, rubbed her eyes, then began to climb out of bed. Seeing her father ' s arms about her mother, she cried out : Oh, I knew Dod ' oved us ; I knew he ' d answer my p ' ayers ! Looking up into the face of her father and mother, she said : We does ' ove each other, don ' t we ? Her appearance quieted the mother, and those little words had such an effect upon her that she threw her arms about little Elenor, and said : Oh, my baby, God knows I love you too well for you to be taken away from me ! Little Elenor looked up at her mother and then at her father. She looked much like a little angel, so innocent and pure. Mrs. Worthington, still holding her child, looked at her husband, and said : I am too unworthy to have such a dear husband and child. I am sorry for all that I have, done, and ask for forgiveness. I love you more than I can ever tell, and hope you will forget the past. Mr. Worthington was only too glad to forgive her. That day was one of the happiest and sweetest that they had ever spent together, and a little child led them to it. ALVA SHELL. « « « A Visit to the Gypsies « ;NE beautiful night in October I decided to go for a stroll, and after having been only a short distance, my walk having led me to a place entirely new to me, I saw before me a number of tents. What can that be? I asked myself. I was filled with fear and curiosity ; I did not know whether to go ahead or to turn and run in the opposite direction, but finally I decided to venture further and learn more of those tents. As I drew nearer, I saw in the midst of the tents a bright light, and it seemed that I could not reach it fast enough. But look ! What are those white things which seem to be moving about? I stopped and dared not go another step. But again my curiosity con- quered my fear, and I started ofif very bravely. Suddenly it dawned upon me that it was October 31, Hallowe ' en night, and the white ob- jects were ghosts. When I reached the place and entered, I saw to my right the tent of an old mind reader ; on the left, that of a fortune teller ; a little further, another tent, and another, and another. The light in the middle, which I had noticed at a distance, was a large fire, over which hung the famous penny pot. Not knowing what to do first, I simply stood and gazed. I had always had a longing to have my mind read, so I went there first. The old gypsy outside the tent said, as soon as she saw me : Only live cents to have your mind read. Don ' t miss it ! I was ushered into the tent, and saw a very young looking girl, very beautiful — almost too beautiful to be a gypsy. She took my hand and told me to look at her for a few minutes. Then she began : You are a very happy girl, and love lots of fun. You are very much in love with a man with dark hair and dark eyes. Your greatest desire now is to be some day the wife of the President of the United States. This aroused my curiosity. I was very eager to know what the others would tell me, so I hurried over to the fortune teller ' s tent. I entered and was disappointed that I did not find another gypsy as beautiful as the first, but that would have been impossible. I sat own, trembling and eager for her to begin. Finally : You are rather popular, and love to have a good time. Your life line is very good. You are very jealous. You will have money and travel a great deal. You are in love with a very tall, dark, handsome young man. He is not very much older than you. You have had several love affairs, but this is the most important. In about four years you will marry this man. At present he seems to care very little for you. She told me of my past and much more of my future ; but I cannot tell it all here, for I have so much more to tell you. I now found myself at a place very unfamiliar to me. In front of this tent an old, mean-looking, shriveled gypsy called out to me in a screechy voice : Come in and see your future husband. My future husband! Great! I could now find out if I recognized this dark-haired, dark-eyed man of whom the gypsies had told me. Anx- iously I entered and asked for my future husband to appear. I had no sooner made this request than I saw before me a face, very handsome and very much as the gypsies had described. After looking at this face closely for some time, I could see, faintly, a slight resemblance to that of a boy whom I had known always. Up to this time I had never cared for him, but now it dawned upon me that I really liked him. The shock was so great that the old gypsy had to come in and show me the way out. Could it be true? It must be, for had I not been told the same thing three times ? Next I visited the penny pot, as it is called, and asked for a fortune. The old gypsy stirred up the numerous fortunes, and, with her Ions ' ' fork, fished me out a fortune written on a small piece of papei . I opened it hurriedly, and was very much astonished and discouraged to find written on it : You will live until you die. As this only cost a penny, I could afford to try again. This time I was encouraged a lit- tle : You are very pretty, and will some day be a great musician. Still thinking there was something better for me, I tried again. Third time is charm, so this time she handed me : You will marry a young man who has dark hair and dark eyes, is rather tall and handsome. You know him now, but the wedding will not take place for several years. This overwhelmed me. The idea of my marrying ! But had it not been told me plainly four different times? But I had no more time to think of my future, for something on the other side of the grounds was causing a great deal of excitement. I saw a little girl sitting on a big table taking votes for the most popular teacher at the Athens College. This seemed very interesting to the ghosts, for I learned later that they were the ghosts of the girls who at- tended college in Athens in 1909, and they had selected this gypsy vil- lage for their fathering this night of all nights to them, and they were very much excited over this voting contest. I wished that I might have been the most popular teacher, for look at that big cake, which was to be the prize. After this, the ghosts gradually disappeared, and finally I found my- self there alone. Being afraid of the gypsies, and feeling tired also, I thought it best for me to find my way home again, if possible. As I turned, an old gypsy ran up and handed me a string of beads to wear and a bag of candy to eat on my way home, but instead I decided to keep them for a souvenir of my strange experience. ETTA MASTIN. Med. « Tell me not in mournful numbers Med. is but an empty dream; For our souls are dead in slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Med. ' is real, Med. ' is earnest; Would that it would never end. Sweeter thon each time returnedst, Then doth sleep our troubles mend. All enjoyment, and no sorrow. Is thy destined end and way. Thus we act that each to-morrow Finds us sleepier than to-day. Trust the future; ' tis so pleasant. Let the dead past bury its dead. Sleep, sleep in the living present. Dreams within and blanket o ' erhead. Gong has rung, and time is fleeting; And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating At the thought of punishment grave. Let us, then, be up and dressing; ' Tis ham, you know, to-night. Then — that prayer bell I hear ringing; That ' s to help us to get right. P. S. WYER. Concerning a Little Girl Called Mary (A Translation) « O a little girl called Mary there was a lamb. There was to this lamb so beautiful white fleece, and this one was a continual follower toward that one. When that one found it necessary to seek a certain place of learning, this one also found the way, which was against the law of the place on account of making the chil- dren joyful. The teacher said herself about to turn this one out. Never- theless, this one remained in the nearer yard until that one herself ap- peared. BESSIE CULVER. O, school is a river, and girl is a boat That along with the current is destined to float. ' Privileges is a cargo so easily stored That she ' s a sad fool to take demerits aboard. What does little girlie say In her bed at peep of day? Let me sleep, says little girlie. Teacher, let me sleep alway. Girlie, you must sleep no longer Till your grades are somewhat stronger. If you sleep a little longer, You ' ll get III. ' s, I fear, alway. But the girlie rested longer, And her grades did not get stronger. Now, instead of sleeping longer. She gets up an hour ' fore day. When we are g-r-a-d-u-a-t-e-d, H-a double p-y we ' ll be. We will teach and read, you see. In some little p-I-a-c-e. We ' ll have one pupil, maybe more; We ' ll not worry on that score Till we ' re g-r-a-d-u-a-t-e-d From Athens. ? =s:?- ' ? IJf sjK J cT, a vv- - z 7 ' ' , eC K Aj J V Crazy Corner Miss Howard : I hope you will enjoy the holidays and come back with your mind more on your books and less on the boys. Bessie (trying to be polite) : The same to you, ma ' am. Miss Pearce : Why did the people choose Stephen instead of ,Iatilda for their ruler? Fannie Belle Ellis: Because they did not want a female king. We saw a thing of greenish hue. We thought it was a lawn of grass; But as to it we nearer drew. We found it was the Senior Class. Teacher; What is a weather cock? A ' iss Norman; Isn ' t it a rooster? isliss Pennington, on seeing a Catholic church while in .Atlanta, e.x- claimed : I have never seen a church with T ' s ' on it before. Teacher (in Physics) : France?, what is ' force? ' Frances; Why, ' force ' is a breakfast food. Teacher: Who are the Persians? Pupil ; They are people. Teacher: Where do they live? Pupil : They live in Persia. Nelle C. (to Isabel) ; Honestly. I was afraid to go to sleep last night ; 1 thought I would wake up dead. Teacher: How man ' minds have you? Ruth Roberts: I don ' t know: I haven ' t a book. Shucks (to Pearl Sawyer) : If I lived in Japan, I bet I ' d be a han- nibal and eat people. Pat (at a feast) : Hun, you ' ll bust. Billy: Naw, Pat; I ' m an empty cavity. Miss Pearce (on exam. ) : Give the rise of the papacy. Corene Doss: It was when paper was first introduced. Miss Robinson: In this sentence parse Christopher Columbus: ' Christopher Columbus, a native of the old world, discovered America, the new. ' Sadie Sturdivant : Christopher Columbus is a conjunction, and con- nects the old world and the new. Said Pat : Oi wish oi knew whare I was going to die. Oi ' d give a thousand dollars to know the place whare Oi ' m going to die. Well, Pat, what good would that do you? Pat : Oi ' d never go near that place. Lola Clegg: Miss Perry, is Virgil harder than Latin? Miss Robinson: Who was Constantine? Mattie Belle : He was the leader of the Puritans. Miss Pittman : Illustrate a simile. Mary Buck : By illustrate, do you mean to give an example? Florida : There are two new girls in school. Beth : How large are they? Florida : They ' re both about the same size. Miss Moore (in Psychology) : What is ' light? ' Annie Lee: It ' s ether in the air. Jessye (looking at picture of a tongue) : What is that thing at the end? Isabel : Oh, that ' s where it is hitched on. Thanatopsis (Apologies to Bryant) To her who in the love of college holds Communion with her numerous teachers, they speak A various language; for her gayer hours They have a voice of harshness and a frown And abundance of duty; and they glide Into her darker musings with a few demerits and a call Before the faculty that steals away Her happiness ere she is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter exam, come like a blight Over thy spirit, and flunks and countless tears and all The breathless silence when the grades are read Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart, Go forth into some dark corner and list To the teachers ' scoldings, while from all around Comes a still voice: Yet a few more flunks, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more. As it riseth in the morn and seeth thee in the dining room, Where thy face turns pale at sight of biscuits ages old; Nor in any place shall e.xist Thy image. Home, that sent thee forth. Shall shelter thee again. And lost Each golden chance, surrendering up Thine individual hope, shalt thou go To be a sister to the unlearned hordes Which the rich in knowledge considereth Not and treadeth upon. Yet not to thine eternal hiding place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish A company more numerous. Thou shalt be classed with idiots. The lowly of the earth, insane ones, and know-nothings of ages past- All in one mighty company. The rules, rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; The bells, Ringing in thundering tones between The groans of sleepy girls; the demerits That flow in majesty when the roll is called; The pitying looks That make the complexion green; and, poured round all. Miss Moore ' s calmly disapproving glances — Are but the solenm indications all Of that great sin of yours. The Golden Rule, the excuses, all your infinite host of words. Fall on stony hearts. Through the still lapse of ages all that know Are but a handful to the tribe that knoweth not. Take the wings Of morning, pierce the city limits, or lose Thyself in some quiet place Where roll the rivers and hear no sound, Save their own dashings; yet the stupid are there, And millions in these circumstances since first The flight of years began have found their Peace, and they reign there alone. So shalt thou. And what if thou withdraw In silence from thy friends, And none take note of thy departure? All thy kind Will share thy destiny. The learned will laugh When thou art gone; the solemn, pity; and each one, as before. Will chase his favorite phantom. And shall not leave her employments to come and visit thee. So live that when thy summons comes to join That innumerable caravan that moves To Miss Moore ' s office, where each shall take The punishment, as thousands have done before. Thou go not like thou art afraid to go and meet her there; But, sustained and soothed by a ceaseless hope, approach thy doom Like one who wraps the drapery of her couch Around her face and lies down to troubled dreams. KATE EUBANK. « From the Editor-in-Chief ' s Mail Box « Athens College, February 23, 1909. Dear Aliss Branscomb : You don ' t want to put anything in The Oracle about that most important date, October 25, when I received a registered p ackage from Frank, Jr., that you had in the minstrel. Please take notice of this and oblige. Yours, FLORENCE BROWN. March 1, 1909. Miss Branscomb : We learn through Mrs. Murrah that you are going to get off some smart things on the teachers. Please don ' t say anything about the scanty breakfasts and the abundance of salts that the girls say we have during Miss Moore ' s absence. Yours, MRS. VANDIVER AND AIRS. TAYLOR. Dear Jessye : This is just a note to ask you not to put anything in The Oracle about that old joke abotit Mr. Woods, and don ' t mention how much I talk to the other gentlemen that come here, either. MRS. MURRAH. March 2, 1909. My Dear Rtiss Branscomb : When I was mailing an important letter this morning, Miss Brown hinted that perhaps you should make some mention of my lett er from Minnesota that comes rather frequently. It is sometimes a half day late, but I can see no joke in that. So just, if you please, make no mention of it. I shall thank you for not doing so. Very truly yours, MINNIE R. PERRY. March 2, 1909. Dear ?vTiss Branscomb : Mrs. Murrah says that the girls are circulating reports about our having occasional feasts in the parlor, in which some gentlemen joined us. Please see that no mention is made of this in The Oracle, and especially of the hour at which they left. We will appreciate your silence on the subject. Sincerely yours, MRS. LORD AND MISS BRALY. Athens, Ala., March 2, 1909 Dear Jessye : I hear through Miss Williams that you intend to get off a joke in The Oracle about my China. I don ' t see that it will be much of a joke to mention that or those napkins that I embroidered in study hall, either. Please omit these. GEORGIA E. HOWARD. March 1, 1909. Dear Miss Branscomb : As Dean of Athens College, I fear that I ap- peared somewhat too undignified at the county fair as Europena Wiggs. I hear that there are to be some caricatures of the faculty in The Oracle. I shall appreciate your kindness if you will suppress any- thing that shows me in such a short skirt and tight basque as I wore on that occasion. Thanking you in advance for your compliance, Yours sincerely ROSA L. JACKSON. My Dear Jessye: Miss Pearce says that she has just written you a pri- vate note asking that you will make no mention in The Oracle of Mr, McDonald ' s visit to her in the early spring, and I think I had better re- quest you to say nothing about my remark at Miss Howard ' s party about the price of bananas; and please leave out that joke about m} ' saying: I always say what I think without thinking. Now, Jessye, if you will do this, I shall really appreciate it. ELIZABETH G. JONES. March 3, 1909. Dear Jessye: Mrs. Lord says that Mrs. Murrah says that you are in- cluding jokes on the faculty in The Oracle. Before you send it to the printer, if there is anything in it about all those good things to eat that Airs. McDaniel brings us, please take it out, both for our sakes and for hers. Yours in haste, EVA MEEK AND ERAIINE JONES. Dear Jessye : I am going to ask you please not to say anything to the girls about Miss Meek and me sitting up all night waiting for the girls to go to a feast. I wouldn ' t have them know it for anything. Yours, MARY PITTMAN. Things that Surprised Us Hot water all day. Patsy wrote home. The Senior privileges. Patsy went to prayers. Jessie P. learned to dance. Es. Wadsworth without a case. Miss Pearce took off a demerit. Mabel Waters, A-1 in English. Mary Buchanan missed church. Fan. Leiser ' s progress in music. Having self-government a week. Maggie Griffith slept till first bell. Chess, one hundred in deportment. Breakfast late on Saturday morning. Being allowed to see a circus parade. Miss Pearce slept some while on duty. Mrs. Vandiver gave a girl some cream. Juniors had no Bible essay fqr a week. Johnsie Steadham to breakfast on time. Miss Horn stayed at home on a town day. The dignity of the last year Junior Class. The holidays beginning on the nineteenth. Miss Pittman forgot to open her door after room bell one night. Elizabeth Self forgot to practice one morning before second bell. Hallie McCary and Carrie Lowe did not visit the office last week. An Herbarium of Athens College (Collected Ten Years HenceJ Class I.— Faculty Variable in size and habits; grow successfully in any State. They flourish luxuriantly in Alabama; very pleasant when not rubbed the wrong way. Class II. — Seniors Stately, exquisite in coloring, frequently blue when under examination. Many varieties, but a perfect specimen rarely found. Class III. — Juniors Immense heads, small bodies; sometimes can be grown near Seniors, but most often a wall must divide them. Class IV. — Sophomores Big hearts, but little heads, rather shiny. Some of the family are in- significant or troublesome weeds, resembling grass in color. Class V. — Freshmen Generally small in all dimensions ; grow wild in profusion, but difficult to cultivate. Flower most imperfectly ; evergreen. CLASS OF 1909 Carnation family. Artists, literary geniuses, musicians, teachers, so- ciety butterflies, and old maids. Members, single or double, usually sin- gle. Some members strikingly attractive, others modest and retiring, brain, two-lobed ; wings, not quite sprouted ; fingers, usually ten ; tongues, loose at both ends and fastened in the middle. I. Literary Geniuses Long or short lived ; sometimes with talent ; not always pretty ; stand- ard, to please the people. 1. Annie Lee Horn — Pale, white flower, with a crown of gold. Name associated with startling scientific discoveries, and a simple book on astronomy now used in all colleges. 2. Sara Carlisle — Never found in sandy soil ; must have an easy life and plenty of sunshine ; grows quickly. II. Musicians Finely nerved; always in harmony with surroundings; long-lived; pleasing. 1. Jessie Persinger— Petals not curling, but very straight; seen always near the piano. Was introduced into Europe, and has since been much cultivated in the United States as one of the greatest of the musician family. III. Teachers Intelligent faces, possessing an unusual amount of patience and an even temper. 1. Mary Buchanan — Rosy tinted ; valuable in brightening and cheering the schoolroom ; called Latina Professoria ; grows best near Banks. 2. Hattie Ellis — Slender, graceful. This flower is found in Alabama, and flourishes around basket-ball courts. IV. Artists Bodies, stooped; persistent in climbing; freely moving hands, each holding to an individual style. 1. Annie Davis — Lively when young, becoming livelier with age; top slightly tinged with gold ; five feet and five inches, and will grow no taller. 2. Nelle Crawford — A modest flower ; grows in damp soil ; is best seen through glasses ; is very famous for its sweetness. V. Society Butterflies Gay, inconsistent ; beautiful while they last, but soon withering. 1. Annie Mae Reeder — A flower with waxlike petals, something with a tinge of pink ; said to be the most beautiful flower of all ; grows in New York, and is called the Belle. 2. Daisy Warten — Another beautiful flower ; seen often in ballrooms, and especially admired by young men ; needs great quantities of petting. VI. Old Maids Single ; long-lived. They change color as old age approaches — first blue, then red, and last pink ; persistent. 1. Isabel Chandler — Melancholy plant ; grows best in the vicinity of cats, canaries, and parrots. (Signed) JESSYE BRANSCOAIB (Unclassified). « O, wad some pow ' r the giftie gie us To hide cursel ' s ' fore teacher:, see us! HiY iL Widows There chanced one day upon my way Two widows whom you know. The hairs of both are growing gray; One, tall; the other, low. Three months with them was cast my lot, Suspecting not a beau; But now, although I fain would not, I must believe ' tis so. When Christmas holidays were on, With eyi ' S and cheeks aglow, I found them with a wishing bone Beneath tlic mistletoe. I pondered long ' fore I could see Who threatened this disaster; I little thought that it could be They both would like a pastor. Chapel Curios (For Key See Page 201) « The weary man ' s delight. A sojourner by the sea. - Jack Frost ' s Hfetime. — The dude ' s adviser. The husband of a duchess. A menace to the feathered tribe. One of Mark Twain ' s children. The covering of three-fourths of the earth ' s surface. One who sings by the River Dee. The opener of every closed door. What cheers every heart. The farmer ' s standard measure. The home of one of the wonders of the world. What the tree did when the breeze passed. — A dwarf of our race. The South ' s staple product. A very advantageous point of vision. What every vain girl loves. Something that grows green in winter. What you wish your bed to be. What we never want to be in. What earth gets for what it gives us. Dressed in plaids, cap, and kirtle. What we desire our souls to be. What the father of his country used. What we want the faculty to do. What gives us a faint idea of the burning hereafter? What our February days were. An officer of Uncle Sam. What we all want. A cool retreat among the hills. A noisy musical instrument. A part of almost every concert company. - One who lives among the hills. Their Life Work « Fan. Leiser — Going to Pedogogy. Bess. Culver — Reading Latin. Hal. McCary — Getting demerits. Jessie Persinger — Adoring Lucia. Ruth Roberts — Looking pretty. Jessye Branscomb — Writing to Annie. Carrie Lowe — Trying to reform. Elizabeth Self — Practicing. Daisy Warten — Reciting all of the lesson. ■ Ida Duke— Collecting for the Y. W. C. A. Nelle Jackson — Making a noise. Metta Hargrove — Fixing score cards. Mary Buchanan — Being nice to everybody. Es. Wadsworth — Writing her English. Patsy Ellis — Getting athletic dues. Etta Moore — Dodging Mrs. Taylor. Camile Sheppard — Jigging. Little Tut — Loving Chess. Zella McWhorter — Playing basket ball. Lizzie Blankenship — Guarding Zella. Mary Lou Mankin — Feeding the teachers. Wynne Bobbitt — Writing poetry. Stella Collin.s — Keeping up with the bells. The Senior Class — Trying for a diploma. Ethel Rhodes — Losing her trunk key. Effie Collins — Going to the infirmary. .Susie Swoop — Getting advice. Little Norman — Being accommodating. Clayton Miller — Amusing the children. Frances Thurmond — Lending her sweater. Anna Shook — Getting enough biscuit. Pearl Sawyer — Telling Miss Howard the news. Anna Dinsmore — Looking pleasant. Velma Price — Hunting books. Belle Austin — Finding suitable food. Alice Selman — Keeping her room clean. Lillian Allin — Overcoming her rival. Bess. Bryant — Dressing for study hall. To a Friend (Written to a Turned-down ' ' Case ' ' ) To be a friend is all T ask. Could it be expected more, Though in beams of bliss I bask From the eyes which I adore? But everything must have an end, And all I hope is to be a friend. Every girl must have her day. But mine seems turned to night. I can ' t have things all my way; It ' s hard, but may be right. But as firm as an oak, too strong to bend. I ' ll be to you a faithful friend. Perhaps you ' ll say now: O, how strange! But the time has come to go. I another field must range, And weed another row; But ere I weed it to the end, I ' ll be to you a faithful friend. So now we soon will say good-by, Maybe to meet no more. O, to this line I heave a sigh. And glance to another shore. But a guardian angel thee attend. Is the sincere wish of your absent friend. G. E. H. Miss Howard : I can ' t understand why you are so very interested in Geology. You study it more than anything else. Miss Buchanan: Oh, you know it tells all about Banks. That ' s why. Rules and Regulations of the A. C. K. ' s 1. Get all the candy that you can. 2. Flirt with anything, so it ' s a man. 3. Always cut up and act the fool. 4. Just pitch in and break every rule. 5. Slip out at night, but don ' t get caught; For then the fun will seem as naught. 6. Don ' t knock the wardrobe on the floor, For the noise might disturb Miss Moore. 7. When to learn your lessons seems in vain. Go to the inlirmary with a pain. Crawl in bed, as against your will; But don ' t let Mrs. Taylor give you a pill. Call through the door at the sound of feet: For goodness ' sake, bring something to eat! 8. In study hall spend all your time In writing to your case in rhyme: But, of course, we members know To do our very best not to go. 9. At the table just sit and wait Till many times they ' ve filled your plate; And after mealtime, slip to the door And beg the servants to give you more. 10. Every time you have a chance. Give a little private dance. 11. When you have hard lessons to get. Copy from some teacher ' s pet. Important If broken one of these rules we ' ve made, A heavy (?) fine will have to be paid Of peanut butter, or chocolate creams. And everything else within your means. Well, now, a fond good-by we bid. Signed Angel and The Candy Kid. « A Charade I first appear in office; In parlor next I come; From this I go to library. And then in chapel roam. In classes, then in bedroom — I never break a rule. When you find out just what I am, You ' ll have the best thing in the school. £ H H Z w r o z r- W :2 r M n w Z z w « w K o so z z M d in f w ■— 1 w 2 M 5 w so B n n z z H H W W r r en m w p] w w ?3 n W S t4 f. rp 1 r Oi cr £. -i ' 5 ' 2. o O B 2 n ' p § 3 2 5 TO 9 . s a n CA W a 3 3 B 52 P en r: to w  cr s (ft 3 p B u 5 ' g ' d o Q 7 P H a p  -1 •-1 ' 1 1 a n p P 3 C n s a w H W M •0 W n En tn s z n o a n 8 a 3 C 1 a Q. 3 !K (A n u o_ 3 TO ! 5 ' TO -J  l (tTO G.S !?§• 2. 5 ' 5 ' TO a 5 ' TO 1 S •i a 3 re n ' W 2 5 ' TO p d w 3 ' TO % P a CL S w w 2 o Pi n £. en a o 1 (ft  J? n -I o c s ffl ' rt ' p pS n tn gg  s CO ' r - a B 71 m ft s 2 - w u) p p a. HS 0 ' n c p; w «. n n ' 3 in 5 3 in n r in r s H 1 M a TO m a i n o 3 o o s n 1 i m 1 tn 1 n B S ' 0 ' 3 p •3 e a n ■i 2. ■ p s 2 p a to ' 3 Si f a 3 u in e 3 TO d a H 3 PJ C 5 m D O n Signs of the End of the World « When Alma Leeth wears a rat. When Bess. Bryant stops grinning. When Vida Culberson misses a lesson. When Marie Toney gets pale. When Lyda Cowden does not sweep. When Bess. Culver makes the bed nice. When Anna Shook holds up her shoulders. When Bertha Austin consents to be weighed. When Alice Selman does not get a letter. When Ethel Rhodes grows tall. When Frankye Hertzler gets good looking. When Susie Glenn gets saucy. When Wynne Bobbitt goes to walk. When Bertha Saunderson misses prayers. When Christine Chaddick gets in a hurry. Advertisements « For Sale — A conscience, well worn, and very flexible. Call on or write to Anna Shook, Room 15. PIKE. Wanted — To exchange a pretty face for some knowledge. MAE BURLESON. Will exchange a large, well-developed feminine heart in good working order for one of masculine design. WYNNE BOBBITT. Bess. Culver has a fine dill pickle which she will give in return for an extra hour ' s sleep. ' Wanted — To exchange a much-worn pink coat for a cerebrum. MARY LOU MANKIN. For Rent — Psychology period, 11:30 to 12:30 A.M. Good location, sociable neighbors, terms reasonable. Apply to Sara Carlisle, Senior Line. Donie Ware wishes to exchange a good disposition for a neatly written theme. Wanted — A case who does not have to be kept in candy and flowers. NELLE CRAWFORD. Wanted — Enough concentration to last through one English lesson. MABEL WATERS. Frankye Hertzler will exchange a surplus amount of curiosity for a Jack to Cicero. For Sale — A badly soiled white sweater. Special bargain ! MISS ALLIN. Emma Raney wishes to exchange a good paint brush for some talent. Wanted— To buy a nice red rat. MARY KEY. Wanted— A position as trash-box straightener. Special rates on Saturday. WILLARD WRITTEN. Wanted — A day to do nothing but eat. MARION HARRIS AND MARY KEY. Wanted — A bowl to bathe her face in in the morning. METTA HARGROVE. (Her bowl always has the left overs of last night ' s feast in it.) Wanted — An assistant to help her manage other people ' s business. ETTA MASTIN. 4 Ring, ring, ring, With thy brazen notes, O bell! But my creed will not let me utter The things I should like to tell. O well for Jim and John, At their work in the dining hall! O well for Victor and Henry, Who answer an early call! Let the grinding still go on Of the coffee in the mill; But O for the hush of a quiet hall. And to sleep on at my will! Ring, ring, ring. With thy leaden notes, O bell! O, the soothing grace of my dream is gone. Is lost, with its mystic spell! As They Say Get to your rooms, girls. Room bell has rung. Lend me a stamp. Has any one seen Miss Persinger ' s astronomy? Oh, I am starving to death ! Has mail been called? Did I get a letter? Forget it. Was that second bell? Sit with me in prayers. Where is Dolly? Is the bookstore open? I want you to be simple schoolgirls. Nothing to borrow, nothing to lend. Are 3 ' ou writing a letter in school ? ' ' Please let me have your broom. . Whose table is going to town? Please excuse me from church ; I am not feeling well. Do not sit on the bed ; it spreads disease. Have you heard the latest case in school? Where is darling? CLUBS. Les Bonnes Amies Motto ' Aim high, if you hit the Ijuttur ANNIE MAE REEDER President MEMBERS MARY BUCHANAN Rivertnn HATTIE ELLTS Birmingham JESSIE PERSINGER Birmingham ANNA MAE SHOOK Bridgeport ETTA MASTIN • . Huntsville FRANCES LEISER Browns NELLE PENNINGTON Ripley, Tenn. RUTH ROBERTS C.llinsville IRENE MERKEL Birniinf.liam STELLA COLLINS HanceviUe ETHEL McENTIRE HanceviUe 9 « AFAMTF. RICHARDSON METTA HARGROVE ANNIE LEE HORN BLANCHE SPAIN BESSIE CULVER ESTHER WADSWORTH MARY LOU MANKIN ANNIE DAVIS JESSYE BRANSCO: IB ELIZABETH NORMAN IRENE STOVALL BIC; FOUR The Moral Six MEMBERS CHESS BRANSCOMI! LITTLE NORMAN PAT. ELTJS MAMIE RICHARDSON Club Parable Lay not up for yourselves chicken in the vvashstand, where clothes and dust doth corrupt and cats break through and steal; but put yiiur chicken in a safer place Club Songs Old-Time Religion I ' m Bound for the Promised Land .Jh- ' J L ' Colors Black and Gold Flower Pansy Aim Keep our secret Motto When our tongues lilah, tliei let our eyes not see OFFICERS SARA CARLISLE President ALVA SHELL Vice President MARIE COUCH Secretary MEMBERS WYNNE P.OBBITT . Birmingham MARIE COUCH .... Birmingham SARA CARLISLE .... Alexander City ETHEL FOWLER Cullman HELEN HOWARD Talladega CLAYTON MILLER Birmingham BERNICE RODEN Collinsville ETHEL RHODES Birmingham RUBY SARGENT Goodwater ALVA SHELL Birmingham MABEL W.VTERS . . . Birmingham PEARL WINTER . . . Camp Hill Inter Nos Motto Be ye separate from among them MEMBERS MEMORY ALDRIDGE .... Munford M.ARY PERSINGER .... Birmingham LIZZIE BUCH- NAN Riverton LIZZIE BL. NKEN ' SH1P . . . Riverton ANNIE BUCHANAN Riverton DUDLEY TUTWILER .... Blossburg EFFIE COLLINS Hanceville SADIE STURDIVANT .... Bessemer OCTAVIA MERIWETHER Trenton, Ky. IDA DUKE Birmingham KODAK SCENE Kodak Club MARY LEE SUSIE SWOOPE HALLIE McCARY ELIZABETH NORMAN MAMIE RICHARDSON ALMA LEETH ETHEL FOWLER WYNNE BOBBITT LILLIAN ALLIN BERNICE RODEN OCTAVIA MERIWETHER THE TOASTERS ••CHESS BRANSCOMB BOYCE BOGER BILLY REEDER HARRY YIELDING PAT ELLIS z 5 w The Hookey Club Hookey, playing hookey — That ' s what we used to do. We were always happy; We were never blue. Teacher used to scold us. But we played her for a tool; There was nmre tun playing hotikey Than there was at school. MEMBERS P. TSY ELLIS ■CHESS ■ BRANSCOMB BESS. CULVER SHUCKS- SHOOK BOYCE BOGER HAL. McCARY ' •ES. WADS WORTH FAN. LEISER A Fe IDNIGHT fEASTERS. p. K. K. « Colors Red and Black- Flower Carnation Motto ' TronbU-, troubli, ; forget it OFFICERS FRANCES THURMOND .... President CLAYTON MILLER .... Vice President CARRIE LOWE Secretary HALLIE McCARY Treasnrer MEMBERS CAD. LOWE FRITZ HERTZLER LITTLE THURMOND HAL. McCARY WYNNE BOBBITT ANGEL MILLER Motto Try tp always have an ' X. Y. Z. ' time 2 Aim JpiV Flower To solve all mvsteries B f Calil z Members BESSIE CULVER FRANXES LEISER ANNIE DAVIS ETHEL McENTIRE METTA HARGROVE ELIZABETH NORMAN ANNIE LEE HORN MAMIE RICHARDSON ANNA SHOOK ■ ' ■- a-.m.Sk-, ■ j i ' Tl THE YAWNERS Elizabeth Norman, Mae Burleson, Stella Collins, Clayton Miller, Hattie Ellis, Wynne Bobbitt, Annie Mac Reeder, Bessie Culver. Jessye Branscomb When the young ladies above come down to school with their eyes nearly closed and their mouths continually opening, the faculty knows that there was certainly something doing the night before. IDN GHT t T 4a. ' METZ HARGROVE ' SHUCKS SHOOK PAT ELLIS BILLY REEDER J. G. I. A. FLORENCE HARRIS MARGARET TUTWILER CAMILLE SHEPPARD SUSIE SWOOPE MARY LEE EVELYN DOWNEY I ' m dreaming — ah, dreaming; fair visions I s ' ' e. The fates with their spindles are weaving for me. The lives of my clnhmates — their futnres are told On sky-blue tapestry, embroidered in gold. First, there ' s Camille, now happy with Joe; He ' s the long-wished-for and gotten old beau. Then Mary Lee, the little pest, Is living far out in the plains of the West. Our darling Evelyn Downey is a doctor ' s wife, And for her dear Billy she ' d sacrifice her life. Of vocalists, Margaret has a world-wide fame. And is the wife of a man with a foreign name. Of those who married — well, there ' s Susie C; Yet she lingers to pon der: What might I be? And there ' s Florence; she has to come in somewhere, As she ' s the wife of a handsome millionaire. And the six girls of the J. G. I. A. Are living happily every day. v ' Tvit ■ -. T. U Ctl tti S: ■w- 1rtyija.ll- -f V f. ■ft ■ oJ jr eyLT ea .«.k 1 _ -iltna fci 51 - .J ,riA lf( l lus iS AxaXis Knfwri as pdc e -tfu? last (7 ' pt( t7 in here d ? t e o iih Liok Ao shoi rfidt i coi f r6d4 it bhrco( k. THT Tk L ? V --, JM. ! «■«(( I Key to Chapel Curios COUCH SHELL WINTER TAYLOR DUKE FOWLER SAWYER WATERS MILLER KEY MERIWETHER PECK RHODES SHOOK MAN KIN- COTTON HIGHTOWER SELF OATES DOWNEY BOX PRICE SCOTT WHITE HATCHETT PETTUS PEPPER RANEY SARGENT MOORE GLENN HORN REEDER SHEPPARD a sv9O0a« ADVERTISEMENTS As the following advertisers have aided in the pnblication of this book, we hope the student body will show its appreciation by patronizing them. Hjtjmjjj I II I 111 iimiii While Johnny Sleeps When he was a tender lad, his father opened for him a savings account. His first deposit was one dollar, but other deposits regularly followed. 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