LaGrange College - Quadrangle Yearbook (Lagrange, GA)

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LOUISE JONES President DOROTHY POPE Vice-President GERALDINE DEAVER Secretary RACHEL SORROW Treasurer JONES, SORROW, POPE, DEAVER SENIORS and tLu

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Hail to thee, our Alma Mater; Guardian of our days; For thy spirit never failing We would sing thy praise. High aloft we hold thy banner, Ever loyal, true; Hail to thee our Al ma Mater, Hail to thee LaGrange. In thy mighty grove of learning, Wisdom ' s path we ' ve sought; High upon thy lofty hilltop Visions have been wrought. From our hearts we sing the chor Let the sound prolong! Hail to thee, our Alma Mater. Hail to thee, LaGrange!

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There are fascinating stories of great men and great women; there are thrilling accounts of adventures; there are exciting tales of the struggles of nations; but most important of all, there are memories of college days — days that are full and overflowing — each one a new and unpredictable adventure in itself. These memories are fascinating stories of future great women (we hope) ; they are the thrilling accounts of our adventures into the vast realm of knowledge; they are exciting tales of our struggles to assimilate this knowledge. They are the memories of the grandest days of our life — our days at LaGrange College. Looking at the rows of Seniors in their solemn black caps and gowns, with one or two caps a little awry, who would ever believe that they are the remains of those wide-eyed, gullible and self-conscious kids that started the long grind in 193 7, and are on the verge of crossing the goal line. But it ' s true, and we ' re all happy and sad, and sorry and glad. For with the word LaGrange there comes to our minds hundreds of pictures: hopeful rushes to the post office just before chapel; big goody boxes from home; sleepless nights worrying about various and sundry things; slow-moving class periods filled with daydreaming; that awful waiting and hoping for a phone call; the joy of sleeping after a good day ' s work; Please See Mes from Dean Bailey and the tedious process of pacifying the family; restlessness before holidays; recitals and more recitals — some good, and some not so good, but always interesting because they represented work and effort; lively chatter and laughter in the dining hall, and the monotonous singing of Happy Birthday to You ; exam time when everybody is hollow-eyed and cross; myriads of jokes and pranks; uplifting and inspiring moments in the prayer hall; Moon River and aching hearts; filling trips to the Senior Store and frantically searching for the key; endless sessions over cokes in the drug store downtown; the lonesome sound of train whistles in the still of the night; hard and devitalizing games of soccer; the unwelcome sound of the alarm clock; delightful sorority meetings; long hours in the library; Sunday afternoons when it rained. Sometimes when the going was rough, we thought, Why did I ever come to college, anyhow? Wherever did I get the crazy idea that I knew anything about anything? Every thing I do is wrong! ... I Haven ' t an ounce of sense! — then there were a few precious times when we worked diligently and reaped what we had sown, and everything in us sang because we knew we had done our best. And now, simply the word LaGrange brings it all to life again. Our first year brings to mind initiation — and what a wide field of activities that covered! And what cowering and terrified rats we were before those awful Sophs! It was our first real taste of college life (and mineral oil), and it tasted a little bitter, but we loved it — after it was all over. After overcoming our fear of the Sophs, we discovered that they were swell gals, and pretty soon, we thought everyone was a swell gal, even if they did sometimes take advantage of our ignorance. We learned a lot that year about how much we were expected to know, and about how much we didn ' t know. Those first weeks we learned all there was to be known about Bull Sessions. The handbook said, Freshmen may go to town twice a week, so we strolled down from our little feminine world to mix and mingle with the outside world twice a week. Also the handbook said No student is allowed to ride to and from a destination unless it is raining, so every time we went to town we hopefully prayed for rain. Those two times a week we stored up Jones ' Specials and hotdogs like a cimel storing up a month ' s supply of water. All our clothes we outgrew, and when we went home for the week-end, people remarked, You ' re looking well, or College certainly agrees with you; how much have you gained? And we all smiled and tried to act nice, but all the time, we were fuming inside, and secretly resolving to go on a diet the minute we got back to school. Sorority bids went out, and we made up our minds and R. S. V. Peed at 5:00 o ' clock, and were taken into the inmost sec rets of the Eta This or the Gamma That. Now each of us had our special little group, and we felt that we truly belonged. Then the Junior Class had a meeting — a very, very important meeting — and each of the Juniors chose a Freshman to guide and protect. We no longer had to worry, we had an upperclassman pulling especially for us. That first Christmas at home was such fun, seeing all our home-town friends and comparing colleges. We all loved our school chums, but we still felt that there are no friends like old friends. Before we had hardly settled down from the holiday gaiety, we realized with dismay that it was time for our first finals — finals that terrified us even more than the Sophs did. And we spent much more time worrying than we did studying, and somehow we survived those exams — on the merits of o ur worrying, I guess. Spring Holidays and May Day followed in quick succession, rushing right into our first Commence- ment. How we stood in awe of the Seniors, wondering if we would ever be numbered in that coveted class. Perhaps we even shed a few tears at the thought of losing our Senior friends.