Athens State College - Columns Yearbook (Athens, AL)

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There ' s one who worries from morn till night About her duties to discharge: Collecting poems with all her might The college Annual to enlarge. That she no more will need to sigh, Less time consume in cogitation, Disturb not her neighbors with her cry, I give this box of inspiration — To Kathouise. There is a girl so full of mirth, It is not strange she has her fun With all the girls upon the earth. And no amusement does she shun. With some girls does she specialize. Although they sometimes are contrary, And less they should not idealize I give a permanent case to Mary. GiFTORIAN ' 12 In chemistry I have found out, A substance which is kept in glass Will make one laugh there is no doubt. This compound we call laughing gas. There is a saying, Laugh and grow fat. ' That she may be a big fat girl, She needs to get a laugh down pat, This laughing gas I give to Pearl. A Toast So here ' s to the class of 1912, Whose school work here is almost done. And may they stand firm in the fight While the sands of time shall run. (28)

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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)

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Prophecy H! I never will get it written. Why didn ' t they make someone else class prophet, anyway? Oh! I Avish the gods would endow me with the gift of prophecy. I just can ' t, I can ' t — Can ' t do what, piped a queer little voice near me. I looked about me, and there on my psy- chology, which I was pretending to study, stood the funniest little fellow who looked as if he might be made of brown gingerbread. For mercy ' s sake, who are you? I asked. I ' m a brownie, he an- swered in the same strange voice. A brownie? Why I thought brownies only existed in fairy stories. But wdiat are you doing here? I ' m one of a number of creatures who preside over the destiny of those who live in Brown Hall. Haven ' t you learned of some of the wonderful things that have been performed by me and my companions who reside in the walls of this wonderful building? Oh, I remember now how mysteriously some of the rooms in Brown Hall used to get cleaned up. I suppose you did it? Yes, and I am here now to help you. Oh, if you only would, I cried. All right ; tell me all about it and I ' ll see what can be done, he an- swered. I then told him how my classmates had ma de me class prophet, and that I could not write a prophecy because I had no idea where to begin. When I had finished, he said, I think I can help you. Just wait here a moment. Soon he returned bearing a helmet several times as large as he. This, he said, is Pluto ' s helmet. By means of it the wearer is made invisible. Pluto has gladly consented to lend it to you, and Mercury has promised his winged sandals also. Wait until I get them. He soon returned with the sandals, and after I had put theip on, he said, Now we are ready for our journey. What journey? I asked. Why our trip fifteen years into the future, was the answer. All right, I ' m ready, I replied, and we promptly set forth. Over fields, hills and towns we flew until the largest city I had ever seen lay below us. Where are we ? I asked of my little companion. We are now over New York. Follow me and do as I do. I did so, and soon stood on a crowded thoroughfare of the great city. Great throngs of people were going into a tall building near by. We followed them and soon found ourselves in a large court room filled with people. The famous Rocky- bilt murder trial is in progress, my companion whispered to me. Just then a lawyer stepped forward to make the plea for the defendant. As she spoke I seemed to remember having seen that face and heard that voice some- where before. Where could it have been ? Then suddenly I knew that she was my old classmate, Mary Key. I al- ways knew Mary would make a great lawyer or something of the kind when I listened to those speeches she used (29)