LaGrange College - Quadrangle Yearbook (Lagrange, GA)

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The Quadrangle Staff Patti Ware . Mabel White . Ruth Whatley Anna Biggers Frances Verdery Mary Anderson . Flora Franklin . Thllma Chunn Sara Davis Rlth Baker . Vera Baxter . . Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor Art Editor Club Editor Vanity Fair Editor Athletic Association Editor . . . Y. W. C. A. Editor Student Government Editor Advertising Manager . Business Manager . Staff Photographer

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The Business Manager ' s If (With apologies to Kipling.) you would try to print an annual Without two years in which to do it all, If in the air you build your many castles And think not one would ever fall, If you would base your hopes and aspirations U pon some printer s lordly boast, Or risk the luck of your engravings To some photographer who raves the most; If you would fill each small but costly page With portraits of a hundred lovely belles And so leave not sufficient space to print The stories that the English IV star tells, Just have their name and their degree In full significance — or maybe Compared with Oxford profs and Ph.D. ' s; If you are made the business manager And promise to put it safely through, Yet claim to have so many other duties You cannot do the things that it requires of you. If till the last you wait to start your annual sway And yet expect a great and glorious success, Yours is not an annual nor even bliss And what is more — you ' d be a fool, I ' d say. Ruth Baker, ' 21.

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Ode to Alma Mater Oh. here ' s a toast we make to you, Dear Alma Mater tried and true, You ' re best of all schools — old or new. You re best for girls of Georgia. } our hoary head has long looked down To mark the progress of the town, But still you staunchly stand to crown These red old hills of Georgia. W e love the ivy on your walls. We love each book within your halls. Each little thing about you calls To us and makes us love you. W e love the happy cheerful sounds, The mirth that in your halls resounds, The peaceful quietness of your grounds, The serene sky above you. In Winter we have watched the snow So softly wrap the town below, In Spring we ' ve watched your roses blow Upon your dewy lawns. In Autumn we have heard the breeze Go rustling through your lofty trees And through the mass of golden leaves We watched the rosy dawns. And as the time for parting nears, Here ' s hope that in the future years That bring us either smiles or tears As moments swiftly fly. That always during life ' s attack Whene ' er we turn our glances back, Oh, may we see the Red and Black Forever flying high! Madelle Green, ' 24.