LaGrange College - Quadrangle Yearbook (Lagrange, GA)

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THE QUADRANGLE Nineteen-Eighteen Senior Class Prophecy HE SUMMER following my graduation, I went home with the ardent desire to raise a war garden. I became very much interested in my garden and during a season of long drought, I was forced to consider means of irrigation. In the solv- ing of that problem, I inadvertently stumbled on an invention which I thought might aid in destroying the German U-boats, but I can not disclose its nature for fear I might be considered unpatriotic. Being assured of the practicability and success of this by several friends, I was urged to take it to Washington. After having gained admission to several men, big in the affairs of the nation, I was permitted to see Edison and remained closeted with him for several hours, discussing the invention, which he received enthusi- astically and seemed to think would speedily end the war. I was about to go when, recognizing a scientific genius in me, he said, By the way, I ' ve been working on an in- vention that might interest you. He showed me an instrument, a sort of telescope, through which one could view the future and offered to let me experiment with it. Hav- ing consulted me as to the period of time I wished to gaze through it, he focused the in- strument on the year nineteen twenty-eight. I found that world peace had been brought about largely through my invention and I naturally wanted to know first what had become of Germany. I saw all Berlin draped in U. S. flags and the governor, newly appointed by the President of the United States, was coming into office. As long lines of automobiles followed by U. S. soldiers appeared, the band struck up the Star Spangled Banner and the people rose to their feet with enthu- siasm. The line halted, the door of the foremost car opened and a low, severely dressed woman got out, ascended the platform and began to speak. In the fervor of her speech, she turned and with an emphatic gesture knocked the man at her right out of her chair. This gesture was sufficient to tell me that the governor of Germany was none other than Maude Harris. I noticed posters, flags and inscriptions everywhere, saying that the President of the United States had chosen Governor Harris to administer the affairs of state because of the wonderful success she had achieved in handling the turbulent stu- dent body at LaGrange College, the foremost institution for the education of young women in America. Seeing Maude in that prominent position made me anxious to know what had be- come of my o ther classmates. I knew Mary Connally had gone to France as a Red Cross nurse soon after graduating, so I focused the instrument on Paris. Here I found her in a beautiful and richly decorated room, the center of a brilliant and animated con- versation with the public men of France. Holding just such court reminded me of Mad- ame de Stael, of whom I had studied in History under Miss Vaughan, and on looking further, I found that I had made a very good comparison for Mary seemed very influential in shaping the affairs of France. Before shifting the scene from Paris, I looked again and saw the crowded streets of the shopping district. Attracted by one of the most pretentious shops on Rue de la

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Nineteen-Eighteen THE QUADRANGLE Francis Elizabeth Black Calhoun, Ga. Postgraduate Fanny, Sis, Sugar Darlin ' President of Sophomore Class, 1915. President of Irenian Society, 1915. Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, 1914, 1915, 1916. Presi- dent of Y. W. C. A. 1917, 1918. Glee Club, 1915, 1916, 1917. 1918. Secretary of Ath- letic Association, 1916, 1917. Diploma in Voice, 1917. Historian of Senior Class, 1917. Quadrangle Staff, 1917. Business Manager of the Quadrangle, 1918. Man- ager of Thrift Stamp Movement, 1918. My! but she made a classy Joan of Arc the day of the Liberty Loan parade. Fannie rose to the occasion and showed herself no skeleton in armor. Her hat-size, so to speak, moved up about ten notches and her chest expansion increased by two feet. She realized full well that great burden that rested upon Joan s shoulders (that armor must have weighed fifty pounds). We won ' t call it conceit, but it has al- ways been a mystery to us that the very species homo that the Fates shoved into her path, should have looked like her, talked like her, walked like her, in fact liked her (the last we understand). They have violated the prime law of magnetism that Likes repel and unlikes attract. But what can we do? Convince this woman against her mill. She ' ll he of the same opinion still. Mary Mardel Taylor Covington, Ga. Diploma in Expression Mardele, Sis Mardel, Boo ' fui ' A.B. Diploma, 1917. Prophet of Senior Class, 1917. President of Student Body, 1917. President of Irenian Society, 1916. Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, 1915, 1916. Secre- tary Dramatic Club, 1917. President of French Club, 1917. Quadrangle Staff, 1917. Editor-in-Chief of Quadrangle, 1918. Delta Phi Sigma. could sing As Mardel hath sung. And she as I, She might not sing as nUdlty-nell Nor care, nor try. That ' s a Poe way to begin, Mardel, but the public will understand for they are on rear rations, too. Well-fed, well-said. Mar- del has the record — no competition — of sing- ing E above high C with absolutely no ef- fort. So well-formed and delicate are her tones that no human ear has yet been able to note the slightest vibration upon its drum. Mardel, herself, claims that she once sang a duet with a gnat that absolutely tore the house down (gnat-house, I guess). And the miracle of it is that singing is not her forte at all. Just hear her read, and well — an- other volume begins.

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Nineleen-Eighteen THE QUADRANGLE Paix, I examined it more closely. On looking within, I perceived an important-looking grand dame giving directions to girls who hurried to and fro with aims full of laces, rib- bons and shimmering satins. She was very elegant, handsome and well-poised, yet the set of her eye glasses reminded me of Clara Evans. Yes, Clara Evans and Madame Clarissa Coutiviere were one and the same. With a turn of the disk, I looked along Riverside Drive in New York City. The disk stopped at one of the most palatial of its many apartment houses. From its gay crowds of people, waiters and trays of elaborate refreshments, I surmised that a dinner dance was in full sway. Incoming guests turned to greet their hostesses and my eyes fol- lowed them. They halted before two dark-haired ladies dressed alike in gorgeous gowns of beaded cloth of gold. The Campbells! Evidently, the vicissitudes of fortune had not separated them — they continued to be as inseparable as in the days of old at LaGrange. I was wondering what had become of Little Nellie when I found myself looking at the Hippodrome. The entrance was plastered with a huge bill-board depicting a prancing circus horse and perched thereon in frilly, abbreviated skirts stood Little Nellie, Equestrian Wonder, Feature of the Day. The scene shifted to the interior of the theater. The house was packed and jammed, filled to overflowing, and the audience watched the performance with bated breath. I beheld such thrilling antics as used to take place in the gymnasium at L. C. when lo, and behold! — I saw our own Little Nellie doing a toe dance on the back of her fiery steed. When I had recovered from the shock of seeing Nellie Humber thus conducting herself and had composed myself sufficiently to look through the instrument again, I beheld a settlement district in Chicago. I was especially attracted by the group of children happily playing around a tall, slender woman clad in black, with the small bonnet of a deaconess resting demurely on her black hair and tied coquettishly under her chin with broad white ribbons. I was admiring the skill and success with which she managed the children when suddenly something displeased her. Her eyes flashed and she gritted her teeth fiercely, — where had I seen such gritting of teeth? ' Twas at the Senior table when Francis disagreed with any of us. I was overcome with even more amazement than on seeing Little Nellie; we never even dreamed that Francis would choose such a life-work as this. Seeing Francis made me wonder what had become of Mardel since they, although they had received diplomas the preceding year, decided to join our select class and work for one of a different order. The instrument kindly obliged me by bringing the scene back to Georgia, to Sugar Valley, a crowded metropolis of about two hundred inhabi- tants. The scene was a schoolhouse. There I saw a demure, plump little school marm slowly, languidly sweeping the small room in expectation of the arrival of her pupils. Soon the pupils came, the rawest, the most ungainly, the most awkward that you can imagine. I was particularly impressed by the number of youths varying in age and size.