LaGrange College - Quadrangle Yearbook (Lagrange, GA)

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Martha out there reclinin ' on a stone Is a brilliant gal, I ' m making no bone. And Margaret and Shirley, with someone hid behind, Are two of the swellest girls you ' ll find. Sally standing there leaning on a tree Is waiting to ring a bell, just take it from me. And there ' s Colie and Cack just coming from town. They must have found something cause they ' re sho ' looking down. Look at Fran with a letter in her han ' I ' ll bet she just heard from that good-look- ing man. I know Twiggie ' s dressed for her Sunday date With that guy from Atlanta who ' s never been late. Look at Maxine out there in the open She ' ll always have the best of luck, at least that ' s what we ' re hopin ' . There ' s Virginia Perkins with her hand on the railing She sure knows her science, that ' s not her failing. And last there ' s Ruby just studying up a storm Trying to get her lessons in the very best form. So here they all are — the seniors — twenty They ' re mighty swell girls and we like them a-plenty. 25

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The seniors are a sorted bunch But they ' re o. k., I have my hunch. Liz Hairston, as a gal, is perfectly swell Though here she looks like she hailed from a cell. And here comes Mac from practice teaching She looks so tired of all the screeching. Look at Mary propping on a post She ' s a gal of whom the seniors boast. Why who is that out there with the trees? It ' s Sara Frances, Anne, and Mildred a-sitting on their knees. There ' s ol ' Joan away up in the air She looks just like she ' s never had a care. There ' s little Lizzie a-waving her han ' She must have just seen her favorite man. And here comes Eleanor walking up the path It ' s a wonder to me that she isn ' t working math. There ' s Colie Cole just working that plug They tell us she ' s been bitten by the ol ' love bug. Anne ' s sitting there with her books and her lesson She ' s a grand gal, we ' re all confessin ' . 24

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I I COLLEGE HBftflM Here, for Youth, is stored the wisdom of the ages; Secrets of science, mysteries of art, Await the questing mind and eager heart Of those who would explore these priceless pages. Here the young dreamers, lifting glowing eyes From open books, may look upon far places; May feel the wind of fancy in their faces, And stand a moment underneath strange skies. Here history sounds the rumble of old wars; And romance voices that which once was said, In words that echoed to the swinging stars, Uttered by poets who have long been dead ; But more than all that has been said or sung, Are they who seek this place — they are The Young! — Carrie Fall Benson. 26