Athens State College - Columns Yearbook (Athens, AL)

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Poem ' Twas the nineteenth century, and with a stern nod. To his council hall, Jove summoned each god. The work of creation haJ been done with care. But he felt there was something stil! lacking there. Quoth he: On the earth there should be placed Nine muses whose memory will ne ' er be effaced ; Who possess Love, Beauty and Wisdom profound. Where, can you tell, may these Muses be found? The gods searched the earth both far and near. And in 1908, on a day most drear, They saw Athens College grow bright and gay, For there came nine girls in proud array ; And all the world shouted with glee, For they were a wonderful sight to see. The gods cried out: Now things will hum, For the class of 1912 has come. Jupiter smiled down upon this class Which Minerva, in wisdom did not surpass ; Juno was not more free from care. Nor even Venus was not more fair. At last, cried the gods, the Muses are found. And the world will be startled by their renown. So, the Muses found, Jove from his high seat Pronounced the creation quite complete. Class Poet ' 12. (26)

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watched their games in basketball, and rejoiced in their victories. I noticed that their many and amusing pranks did not prevent their names from heading the honor roll. The following year I was delighted to see that they were allowed to wander at their will without those great earth beings who had previously accompanied them. I think that must have been a glorious year with them, they took such delight in their studies, and seemed to enjoy their long rambles so much. Now, I know you are wondering why I am writing all this to you, and why I am telling you things you know better than I. But I have long wished to express my appreciation of Class ' 12 to the world, and have not been able to secure a messenger. However, I found out a short time ago that Skygack was contemplating a visit to Athens and would be my letter carrier. There are many strange things about the earth, many wonderful things which I have long desired to know, and I doubt not that you could ask numerous questions about my kingdom. For many years I have been looking for someone whom I thought capable to answer my questions, and often I have almost despaired. But during these years I have been convinced that the class of ' 12 is fully capable of such an undertaking. This Senior year has assured me of this fact. Their calm dignity and self-possession, their scientific knowledge and practical wis- dom please me greatly. If it should happen that a student of Athens College should find this letter, I hope she will deliver it to the Senior class. And if it should chance that one of this class should discover the letter, I hope they will endeavor to answer it! If they will only hitch their wagon to a star I may be able soon to converse with them at will. To this class I would say that the past few years have been very gratifying to me, but that I am expecting much greater things in the years to come. As I have watched over them during their life in college, so will I con- tinue to shine upon them wherever their lots may be cast, and I hope that the lessons learned at Athens will be of lasting benefit, that the friendships formed there will be unbroken, and that the ideals by which they have been in- spired will be realized as they go on building more stately mansions. Your ever watchful friend, The Man in the Moon. Historian ' 12. (2S)

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Gifts One of my class has welcomed you here, Another to you the future has told. While one has spoken of the past so dear. You will also hear of our traits of old. So it has fallen to my lot to find For each girl of our illustrious class Some gift that will always bring to mind Her schooldays as the years may pass. On Tuesday afternoons we hear The wailing strains of a well known song. When her teacher ' s voice rings out so clear : Oh ! my dear you ' ve stitched this wrong. Because on Anna this sad task lies, Of ripping whatsoever she sews. May this ripping machine relieve her sighs. And lift the burden of her woes. ' Tis said that women like to rule. And here it seems indeed ' tis true. In literary society she works And fusses ' till she ' s black and blue To see that none their duty shirk. And now to help her do her part This power I give with all my heart — To Eunice. There is a member of our class, Unusually eager for good looks; And while she is a studious lass, She loves her curls much better than her books. Since nature placed no waves in her hair. And to me this instrument belongs. To free her from such toilsome care, I give to Sadie these curling tongs. Ambition is the crown of life, It crowns the head of this fair one. Since she wishes more of college strife. Her dreams of Boston have begun. To prove she ' s gifted in oratory, And that her head is the center of right; That she was never known to tell a story This letter of recommendation I write — For Mary. She who of teachers has no fear. But has a full supply of spupk Among them walks from day to day. And with her tongue expresses junk. In case that she may lose some day This art of speaking what she thinks, Caught off her guard, have naught to say. May this shining brass form the missing link For Maggie. (27)