LaGrange College - Quadrangle Yearbook (Lagrange, GA)

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•pnijjlirry fur 1314 fctiinr (ttlaas SL GL It is within the rose In its glory ' s full array; See wh at that hud discloses On this bright sunshiny day. One beautiful spring morning- while visiting an ideal country home, I casually strolled into a magnificent rose garden. It seemed as if each rose strove to surpass the other in beauty. I passed from one flower to another admiring the wonderful work of nature and man Looking over them once more my eyes fell upon a beautiful blushing La France rosebud which somehow had escaped my glances until now. It attracted me particularly because it was my class flower at L. C. in 1914. The rose nodded to me as if beckoning me to pluck it. I did so and sat down in the cool shade in a large arm-chair. As I sat gazing into the depths of the rich velvety petals, my eyelids grew heavy and I fell asleep. Suddenly as if by magic the rose-bud transformed itself into a fairy. The little fairy immediately spoke in soft mellow tones and said, Since I came from your class flower, would you like to know about your class mates? Yes, indeed, I managed to say, so over- joyed with thoughts of hearing about my class mates of whom I had heard nothing in many years. Well, come with me, and I will take you to them all. Soon I was ready for my journey. My wings were securely fastened to my body, and the little fairy and I made our flight. All the way I could not think of anything but my college days and my class mates. I was wondering which one I should meet with first when the little fairy suddenly stopped. I also descended not question- ing why the fairy should stop in such a crowded, filthy, dirty squad of houses in the heart of the great city of New York. Tn every direction I saw ignorant, pale, dirty-looking children. We passed on into an- other street and turned into an alley. To my amazement I met Rubie Moss, my class mate. After greeting me she said she had decided several years before to work among the tenement house districts of the city she loved so dearly. T afterwards learned that she had established an ideal Mission Home and had done a great deal of good. She was then out visiting some sick people, and a happier person T never saw. T always thought that in our Sociology class Rubie seemed to take a great amount of interest in these districts, but the thought of her working among them had never occurred to me. It was hard for me to part with Rubie, but the little fairy urged me on. 23

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©lass iftBtory The class of 1914 has had a varied experience and seen many changes. Tn the fall of 1910 the freshman class was large and promis- ing. It numbered more than forty girls. That year LaGrange was stirred by more class spirit than had ever been known before on Col- lege Hill. The freshmen took an important part in all the class strug- gles. They were entertained by the juniors and in turn gave them a famous banquet which no following class has even tried to equal. But a blight fell on this young class. A senior lost a box of candy and ac- cused the freshmen of appropriating it. The class did not soon re- cover from that unjust suspicion. The sophomore class next year was much smaller, and they attended so strictly to business that nothing ex- citing happened. The junior class was even less in number in 1912, but in spite of that, one of the best classes ever known at LaGrange. If the same rate of decrease had continued, the class of 1914 would have been a minus quantity. But happily for all concerned, two girls de- cided that they must have the honor of graduating in 1914 instead of I ' M 5 even at the cost of a summer ' s study. So the fall of 1913 saw four A. B. seniors all of whom had the distinction of holding a class of- fice. The class has endeavored to be an honor to the college and to up- hold worthily its traditions. This is our Past — the Future is before us. 22

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Before leaving New York I purchased a newspaper, and in glar- ing headlines I read the words, Great Speech Delivered by member of President ' s Cabinet. It read as follows: Secretary of Treasury, Mrs. John Bryan, delivered last evening a speech which will be re- membered in years to come. Curiously enough I wondered who This woman was, and at the close of the speech were the words, Mrs Bryan was before her marriage to the Rev. John Bryan, Miss Freder- ica Westmoreland, a LaGrange College graduate. Astonishment is too mild a word to express my feeling. To think one of my class mates had attained such an honorable position in the political world, What seemed queer about tins was the fact that she married a Baptist minister, and then I recalled what she said to me one day when she was studying Methodism. I said that I would like to study Methodism, and she replied, I had much rather study about the Baptists, for I am going to marry a Baptist. The little fairy conducting me, I soon reached Washington and Mrs. Bryan ' s office. It is needless to say that I felt very much embarrassed, but when I was led into her office it all quickly passed away. There stood our same Freddie with welcom- ing smiles. She told me all about herself and that one of her teachers at L. C, Mr. Hale, had been instrumental in securing her this office, as he was a special friend of the President. The little fairy whispered to me that we must be on our way and bidding Freddie good-bye, we started to see the last of my class mates, Sue Green. We flew on and on over the great city and T wondered if we should ever reach a destination. Yes, we alighted in front of a beauti- ful suburban home back in a grove of green trees. I walked to the door and rang the bell. She, herself, appeared at the door. Being tired, I told my little fairy I wished to stay there all day. So Sue and T had long talks over by-gone days. Her home was beautiful in every respect. Her favorite color seems to have been green. All the walls, rugs and curtains were green, and she told me she liked green so well that she decided to let her name remain Green and not change it. Since her college days she had taught school and had become very rich, so that she bought this lovely home, and brought her aged father and mother to live with her there. As the sun began to sink behind the bank of evergreens, it re- minded me that I should be going back to my dear old home in Georgia. I bade Sue Good-bye and after a few days I was back in the home lcved so dearly. Ah! my little fairy left me. Where did she go? My eyes opened wide and wider still. What? Did some one call me? £ ' Mary? There I sat in the old rose garden and behold! It was a dream. Mary Hunter. 24