LaGrange College - Quadrangle Yearbook (Lagrange, GA)

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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

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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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rmar Mill Georgia, Troup County, LaGrange, LaGrange College. We, the Seniors for year VH4 of the said college, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do hereby make this our last will and testament. Item [. To Professor Rufus Wright Smith, our honored President, we do hereby give, bequeath and devise our utmost respect and gratitude for his kindness and long suffering; also one peck basket of love letters, daily, bounded for Mercer, Georgia, Emory and Tech. Item II. To Professor and Mrs. E. J- Robeson, we bequeath three of the most charming, the most dove-like, and the most fashionable damsels of LaGrange College for future daughters-in-law. Item III. We will to Professor E. D. Hale one small step-ladder, with the aid of which he may more comfortably trace upon his wall maps of St. Paul ' s three Missionary journeys. Item IV. To Miss Maidee Smith we bequeath one roly-poly doll, and request that she twist the said doll between her fingers when she makes announcements and re- fuses permissions. Item V. To Miss Dana de Forest Tatum and Miss Anna Grace Montague we will the use of the parlors every Wednesday and Saturday evenings, unless the Sen- iors have need of them at that time. Item VI. To Miss Carrie Belle Vaughan and Miss Estelle Lois Jones we will the privilege of caring for their little sisters. Seeing that they wear their coats and get to meals on time, being included in the said duties. Item VII . To Miss Ruth VValker, Professor of Science, we be- queath a gas chamber, and request that all gases with etheral odors be generated therein. Item VIII. To Miss Eva McGee we will two muffin tins, three spatulas, one rolling-] tin and a lemon-squeezer. Item IX. To Miss Eula Bradford we will and bequeath one-half interest in the Dunson Cotton Mills. Item X. To Mrs. E. D. Hale we will and bequeath one pair of roller skates, by the use of which she mav more comfortably keep pace with Mr. Hale when they take their afternoon walks. Item XI. To Miss Ernestine May Dempsey we will and be- queath all our old love letters, in the original. Item XTT. To Mr. and Mrs. Alwyn Means Smith we will a sea- son ticket to all Glee Club performances, also an annual serenade by the said club. 25