LaGrange College - Quadrangle Yearbook (Lagrange, GA)

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MISS CROSS Sponsor WHEN I HAVE SUNG MY SONGS Ernest Charles When I have sung my songs to yon, I ' ll sing no more. ' T would be a sacrilege to sing at another door. We ' ve worked so hard to hold our dreams, just you and I. I could not share them all again — Yd rather die with just the thought that I had loved so well, so true, That I could never sing again, That I could never, never sing again, Except to you. I JOHN J. WYATT Mascot

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Why, you may ask, do you remember so much about your first year? Because it was a new experi- ence, an experience of being on your own, and making a place for yourself in the college world. The spirit and curiosity and enthusiasm of the Freshman can never be equaled. We can ' t wait for summer to begin, we said, and it was restful at first, but before long, we missed all the girls and longed for the hurry and bustle of school. Then we couldn ' t wait for school to begin, and we happily repacked our skirts and sweaters, and joyfully greeted our classmates, and viewed the freshies with secret delight because we knew that they would soon be at our mercy. Remembering our experiences of the previous year, it was easy for us to yell at the rats and let ' em have it. They ' re too high-handed, they need to be taken down, we told ourselves, not daring to think back and remember how we felt. It made us feel big to visit in Freshman Hall, and talk about which courses to take, and which not to take, and what to expect of which teachers, while the Freshmen absorbed what we said like a sponge. We knew things. We had had a whole year of experience. Being a Sophomore had lots of responsibilities. Our sister class was graduating, and we had to help send them to New Orleans. To give said help, we sponsored a party in February — a Valentine Party with a Kay Kyser musical program. We planned and planned, an d sent invitations to every boy we had ever heard of. Then we decorated the gym until it looked like anything but a gym. People came from miles around, and bought everything we had to sell. With aching feet and strained muscles, we jubilantly counted up a tidy profit to help send the Seniors on their trip to the Crescent City. The first of May the Seniors took their table, and we had to strain our originality and ingenuity to decorate again. We made placecards and favors, and adorned the table with Greyhound Busses. In our white evening dresses we looked quite angelic as we formed a line for the Seniors to pass through. The crowning event of the night was when we presented our Sister Class with thirty dollars — each dollar bill painstakingly rolled up and tied with a white ribbon like a diploma. Came class day, and we were responsible for the refreshments and the daisy chain. That daisy chain was almost our undoing too. Will I ever forget how we rode out the Franklin road, early in the morn in a drizzling rain, and plucked every little daisy for acres around. Every spare minute we had that morn- ing, we rushed down to the gym and wrapped daisies around that seemingly endless rope. By noon the drizzle had increased to torrents, and we sorrowfully read the disgusting announcement that class day had been called off on account of inclement weather. We all went down and lovingly looked up our useless daisy chain. We had done our best, but the elements had done their worst! This Commencement we shed numerous tears as our Sister Class departed. Our crowds at home had broken up — some married, and others moved away. Then we suddenly knew that there are no friendships quite like college friendships. That September of our Junior year, we were even gladder to get back and settle down. Now was the time to make plans for after graduation, and to definitely decide on major subjects; now was the time to choose our Freshman sisters, and cherish and protect them. It was like being done unto one year, and doing unto the next. More than ever before we were learning the art of cooperation, and the ad- vantages and necessities of working together. We dutifully handed over our class dues each month, and our Senior trip loomed on the horizon. In May we each became a hostess at our table in the dining hall, and it was our duty to see that every- one at our table (including ourselves) got enough vitamins. Also we took over the store, and we were so proud of this new possession that we practically fought over whose turn it was to keep the store. T o celebrate the receiving of our Senior privileges we had a blow-out affair — a picnic at the city pool with enough food for all of us to carry some home. How glorious to be a Senior! We could go places alone, we could chaperone to the show, we could go out any night of the week — in fact, about all we had to do was be in by 10:15. We tried our new rules, and they were good, and we wondered how we ever got along when we were Freshmen. Unbelievably soon, our Senior year; the year we had always thought would never come; the year we hated to think was our last; but the year we hoped to make the best. That first Sunday when we donned our caps and gowns and strolled nonchalantly down the church aisle while everybody stood up and stared at us — there ' ll never be another thrill quite like that one. It was worth the struggle through the other three years just to be branded a Senior and to have a whole year of dignity and superiority. Speaking of a grand and glorious time — that ' s exactly what our Senior Trip was. Fun, Food and Ad- venture, capitalized and underscored. Our Trip was something that we planned for the longest and something we will remember the longest. If you don ' t believe me, just ask any Senior who went. All too soon they ' ve ended — our gay and carefree days, and we find ourselves facing the world. Perhaps we aren ' t armed with knowledge, but we ' re certainly armed with memories. And now, simply the word LaGrange brings it all to life again — and it will never die!

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HAZEL BAILEY LaGrange, Georgia Kappa Phi Delta Candidate for A.B. Degree; History; Town Girls ' Club; Art Club, ' 40, ' 41; B. S. U. MARIE ADAMS LaGrange, Georgia Candidate for A.B. Degree; History; Town Girls ' Club; I. R. C, ' 40, ' 41; Art Club, ' 41; Dramatic Club, ' 3 9; B. S. U. 1 fr H Wf W9 MARY NELL BAILEY LaGrange, Georgia Kappa Tan Tbeta Y Cabinet, ' 39; Dramatic Club, ' 38, ' 39, ' 40, ' 41; Scroll ' 41, Editor; Quill Drivers ' Club, ' 39, ' 40, ' 41, President; Town Girls ' Club; Glee Club, ' 3 9, ' 40, ' 41; Chapel Choir, ' 40, ' 41; Art Club, ' 39, ' 40, Vice-President; Athletic Council, ' 41; O. F.; Student Volunteers; Scroll of Fame; Feature Section of Quad- rangle, ' 41; Who ' s Who, ' 41.