Northwestern State University - Potpourri Yearbook (Natchitoches, LA)

Text from Pages 1 - 332 of the 1916 volume:

mi ' luuisiaKa COLLECTION 1 1 a BENSON PRINTING COMPANY N  •• • amai 2g j l Bi wmsl _(fV3SSAAJi -SUIT E KpfUfifL XX, ' m ffS M,.T--a U Srittrattmt IN GRATEFUL REC- OGNITION OF HER INVALUABLE AID TO I HE STAFF. AND OF HER UNTIRING IN- TEREST IN THESTU- DENT BODY, AS TEACHER. HELPER. AND FRIEND. THIS NINETEEN HUN- DRED SIXTEEN POT- POURRI IS DEDI- CATED TO ittisfl iftubrl fflnrnr Bui t M i Iter is to low her. ' ' 4B M . LH 1 LB P676 1916 (§m (girl of ICrntg Agn Oh, many, many years ago, There lived on Normal Hill A maiden fair, whose gentle grace Is known at Normal still. So sweet, so true, so pure in thought, So wise, and yet so shy — We love this little Normal girl — This girl of days gone by. We love her flaring wide hoop-skirt, That hid her dainty toes; The way she tossed her little head And spread her pretty clothes. We love her manners quaint and sweet; We love her simple grace; And so in our dear Potpourri, We ' ve given her a place. She will recall the good old days — The days of mem ries dear, As even Potpourri recalls The days we ' re spending here. — Josephine O ' Quinn. Jfomunrfo Wl I 1 1 OUR NINETEEN SIX- TEEN potpourri TO Ml AN INCENSE. THE AROMA OF WHU II IS MADE FROM THE SUR- ROUNDINGS IN WHICH THE NORMAL STUDENTS LIVE, AND OF THE HABITS AND THE A - nvrriES, both serious and FRIVOLOUS, OF THOSE WHO CONSTITUTE THE STUDENT BODY AND FACULTY. WE HOPE THE INGREDIENTS OF THE IN- CENSE WILL BE MEMORIES Dl AH TO YOU IN THE FUTURE OF YOUR SCHOOL LIFE ON NOR- MAL HILL. THE STUDENT BODY AND FACULTY MADE I HI- BOOK — NOT WE. SOWHEIIIIK THERE BE PRAISE OR BLAME, REMEMBER. ALL YE READERS, GIVE IT TO YOURSELVES. I MI- NI NETEEN SIXTEEN POT- POURRI GOES FORTH IN THE STATE. NOT AS AN IDEAL OF III) -IAFF. BUT AS A GREAT EFFORT TOWARD THAT IDEAL. cz gczyziz7 =y D 1 This is the best of me; for the rest, I ate, and drank, and slept, loved and hated, like another; my life was as the vapor, and is not; but this I saw and knew: this, if anything of mine, is worth your memory. RUSK IN sj nkhye 0 ' v ;.- r TttkT -3 5? ' i 1 a. C.C.YVK.senhurit,«.Pd. n Mis5 Roberta |WIL,B.S. HLeePrather , A.B. MissAZvetyn Sheen. Mibb Alicia Dickso n .: dD.St.AraaKt, 1.A I r : r J y r ■ j - CI Rober ' istem A.B. ■anci s ff . - j Miss Eli zabetKTeegart en. JoKn ; dwaLra Gue,rd Charles C. B erger, Mus. B. Arch. Mil burn Hopper. i a.. M i b s La na L e v v • -,ie M ' andot JJcdti fc. ! - cU jt Hft io G ' . ' P ■ WiJinmson C Mr - Mau ) Crosset iimcIloTitg merv Miss Lu. y Danc .A B. Charles K.Piyne , A.B. Mbi HAzm-imtnTnarn. Iiss rianha Fella: , AM. ■ ertert CCooiev ,fh.Q. • f bi Coi a. i . J .ivies. John Do rntn ■ ■ ■ . rp 3Sra v T V, e C.McVoy, John C. Monroe . • V John C. Souths A.M. Mi«.Nodic HaH ,A.B. M.sfc Eda burlacK, M.esEdxth Porter. Jesse C.Hazza.rd,Pfi.B. Miss NprmaOerWy NissBesbXfcraUin. Peter T. He clges,A.M sV y ss Berthatta ipt,A.B. Join, Yt [ em an ■ Mibs Mabel C. Moore tli Amelia. Ga.u) der . His5 SctarlieRusbelV (32) This is the best of me; for the rest, I ale, and drank, and slept, loved and hated, like another; my life was as the vapor, and is not; but this I saw and knew: this, if anything of mine, is worth your memory. — Rui in. HHjat £ fjalu 0ppan utljmkfi of ©ur iFantltg Mr. Roy — O what a deal of scorn looks beautiful in the contempt and anger of his lip. Mr. WHISENHUNT — Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as my honesty puts it to utterance. Mr. Williamson — I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows. Mr. St. Amant — He draweth the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. Mr. BaTEMAN — He makes a July ' s day as short as December. Mr. DAVIS — I must be cruel only to be kind. Mr. Hedges — Suit the word to the action and the action to the word. Dr. CoOLEY — The devil can cite scripture to his own purpose. Mr. HOPPER — Give every man thy ear but few thy voice. MRS. McVoy — I will be free, even to the uttermost as I please, in words. Mr. South — He does smile his face into more lines than is in the new map. Mr. Fredericks — He plays many parts. Mr. BeRGER — He hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been so clear in his great office that his virtues will plead like angels for him. Mr. WlNSTEAD — Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin. Dr. HAZZARD — I am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips let no dog bark. MR. PRATHER — He ' s as tall a man as any ' s in Illyria. Mr. FoURNET — A gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note. Miss Newell — Some are born great. Miss Hart — Shes a virtuous and reverend lady. Miss SHEEN — In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed, To make some good, but others to exceed. Miss VARNADO — She ' s a lady so tender of rebukes. Miss Weeks — Not stepping o ' er the bounds of modesty. Miss DlCKSON — I am nothing if not critical. Miss DANCEY — Age cannot wither her nor customs stale her infinite variety. Miss Moore — Get a prayer book in your hand, and stand betwixt two churchmen. (33) Mk. PaYNI In faith hi- hair i- of a good color. Mk. t,i km I know 1 iv gait; ' tis he. Mi CjAI I i i v— She has spoke %l).it sir would not, I am sure of that; bi knows what she has known. Miss FELTUS — With such a smooth, dkcred and stable tearing. Miss NKLKKN — There lies more peril in thine eye than in twenty of their swords. MISS LEVY — Her irturs do breed love ' s settled passions in my heart. Ml  CkaiIAM — She nc rr pd was foolish that was fair. Miss Bi RLA K— Neither a borrower nor a lender be. Miss HaL ' PT — It grieves me much more for what I cannot do for you. Miss TeEGARTEN — She ' s a most exquisite lady. Miss Daviks — Some Cupid wounds with arrows, some with cranks. Miss OVERBEY — Man delights not me. nor women neither. MlSS MaNDOT — Like Niobe. all tears. Miss Porter — The glass of fashion and the mould of form. Miss RUSSELL — Silence is the perfect herald of joy. Mr. MONROE — Who steals my purse steals trash. Miss ZlMMERMANN — She that is so love-shaked. Mrs. Montgomery — With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder. Mrs. CROSSETT — The very virtue of compassion in thee. Mrs. Bowers — O. I have suffered with those that I saw suffer. Mr. DOMINIQI I — He knew not the doctrine of ill-doing; nor dreamed that any did. Mr. Row — He hath indeed a good outward happiness. I .■It. , L . .do . . JL Tfejwvur«.i- Ca. (6 ' tote ofbivncJ School V N wLj 7% unin i cJfsso ciation.} Officers Mr J. M. Parham. Maibvilk, L« PreuAent Mkv Frank Jones. Baton Rouge. La I ' ice-PresiJenl Miss DtAN E. VaRNADO. Natchitoches. La Secretary anj Treasurer Mr. Ben Johnson. Mansfield. La CustoJian of Alumni Fund Mr W J Avery . Mrs. Martin Wallace Miss Mabel Moore . Mr. Y. L. Fontenot . President V. L. Roy . Board of Directors Wmnnrld. La. Shreveporl, La. Natchitoches, La. Villi Platte. La. Natchitoches. 1 a (36) 3 Hantorro ©ooag to tljr Ml, IGtnmjr I wandered today to the Hill, Linnye, To Normal Hill, you know; And stood where the birds used to trill, Linnye, As we used to do months ago. The cedars are gone from the Hill, Linnye, Where once sprang the daisies so fair, And some long-loved voices are still, Linnye, Since you and I were there. They ' ve changed lots of things that were ours, Linnye; The walk from the big Normal gate Has glittering lights, and the flowers, Linnye, Are over the campus, of late. And ivy has climbed up the wall, Linnye, And clings fast, with loyalty rare, Like our hearts since we answered the call, Linnye, When you and I were there. The class-rooms? They all look the same, Linnye; Though some of the teachers were new, I could most hear them calling my name, Linnye, For some psychological cue. But Oh! lime will pass year by year, Linnye, And we in like changes may share; Yet to me Normal will be as dear, Linnye, As when you and I were there. They say we have finished and gone, Linnye, That Normal no more is our care; But in dreams we relive those glad days, Linnye, When you and I were there. — Lexie Lorena Alford. (37) ittiuiimui nf an Alumni (Blanks lo be filled by those who know.) I he moon shines bright. In such a night as this When the brass band did sweetly play down town. And on the Hill no noise — in such a night. and , methinks. strolled to the stile And sighed their souls toward the Dago shop Where tempting Hershey ' s lay. In such a night. Did recklessly out-dare the dew. And caught a racking cold which led her to The dear Infirmary. In such a night. Mrs. Hawkins caught us as we sewed. And swore to tell Mr. Roy we sewed On Christmas presents much. In such a night. Did we round-up the electric light bugs big, I hat were to buy our way to Pap ' s dear heart, And a passing grade. In such a night. I he hungry girls did steal from Mr. Row An extra box of crackers and then all Ran giggling on away. In such a night. Did V. L. call a meeting of the club And dare the girls to look toward a boy. Affrighting all their hearts with direful threats Of things he ne ' er would do. — Elna Harper. (38) All eyes are closed on Normal Hill, Lulled by the pine trees sighing; From Normal Lake and neighb ' ring hills, The birds have ceased their crying. The watchman goes from place to place. From dusk til morning ' s breaking, Past ' leclroliers that hold the names Of hearts for pine trees aching. Past one that holds the name of one, Whose eyes are far from sleeping, Around whose head and wakeful eyes An aching pain is creeping. When shall I be a Normal girl, And know no pain nor sorrow That ' s greater than the getting of My lessons for tomorrow? Ah! heart of mine, are you tonight, The only heart that s weary; The only one that slumbers not Through hours long and dreary? When shall I room in old East Hall, Where club life is the brightest, With dear old girls, whose hearts, somehow. Have always proved the lightest? Are you the only one that sighs For pleasures gone forever? Are you the only one to whom The silence answers Never? When will my roommate go abroad At night without permission? When shall I find to play a prank. As matron Is my mission? When shall I have a dean, who knows , To go to with each trouble, To make a mountain fade away, Or change into a bubble? And still I ask, When shall it be? The answer still is Never! And sad it is to know that it Will be the same forever. — Elmira Montgomery. (39) Btttoarii dUutcra 1 low dear lo my heart ate the scenes of the Normal. When fond recollection recall thrm lo view : The laundry, the dining hall, buildings, and ■ ampul. And e eiy l rd -jiol up there that e er I knew. I he dear Normal lake and the dairy-barn hv il The home of the kingfiiher bird gay and free. — I lie gentle-fared cowt that were fed by il margin. And e ' en the old school bell come back to mr Dear. too. to mv heart it the dear old Main Building, Where daily I iludied and worked with a will. The restful library with book of good reading. Miss Russell ' s low voi. r. il . omes back lo me still. The dear auditorium, where daily we gathered. To listen to speakers, or sing with a vim. Or hear Mr. Roy lell of some wondrous slory. Or e ' en the announcements thai were made by him. I mustn ' t forget to lell, loo, of the turnstile, Which caused many heartaches to those acting smart. Who stole down to Sam ' s for some r lershey ' s or peanuts. Then were called to the office with fast-beating hearts; Or often from church at the stile they would linger To talk lo the boys, which was all the lime wrong; Again called to the office the following Monday. When to Mr. Roy ' s ears there came ihe same old song. I ' m sure every graduate looks back wilh much pleasure, To Old Normal Days thai will ne ' er live again. If all are like me they will find wilh jusl measure. The joys we all had there were well worth the pain. Here ' s to the Alumni. -that body of graduates. Who ne ' er an fo-gel those good old Normal days — And lo all the dear teachers who willingly helped us, And lo Mr. Roy. whom we all love and praise. — Lurline Dupuy. (40) i Jc ohhye 0 ' «2 v v (Tenth Term) WINTER CLASS 1916 Flower Easier Lily Moilo: Live to learn Colors: Green and White Officers George Morris President Carrie Bell Lee Vic:-Presidenl Ruth Conerly Secretary Florence Dcr.i Trccsur r Potpourri Editors Zaidee Boatner Ruth Nuck olls Ruth Conerly Bertha Pierce Katherine Marston Esther Rentrop JnufHltgatora We might be little, and we might be small. But we ' ve gone through the Normal, and that ' s not all; We have proved ourselves really to be Investigators, yes, siree! We have poked our noses into poem and prose; From beneath the bitter of both we rose, And proved ourselves really to be Investigators, yes, siree! And we e ' en dared go into School Ad class. And even through that we have dared to pass. That shows that we must really be Investicators, yes, siree! The job of teaching the youth of the Stale Is now and forever our sad, sad fale. But what care we, since Tee are lo be Investigators, yes, siree! -Edilh Hawkins. (43) i 3lmiriituuitnrr Ruth Nut kolls M. ( Plain Dealing. La. akhie BtLL Lee E- L - s t lirnicir. 1 a ihntrattgattir0 Maud Hogan S. A. K. Cheneyville, La. Hazel Pittard E. L. S. Grand Cane, La. Jimmie Davis M. C. C. Choudrant, La. Florence Dorr S. A. K. Crowley, La. Moattie McClenaghan . . M. C. C. Plain Dealing, La. Edith Hawkins E. L. S. Ft. Jesup, La. Carrie Morse Pharr . . . S. A. K. New Iberia, La. JnufBttgatora Elizabeth Davis . . . Columbia, La. . S. A. K Imrattgaturi M UU.UERITE TRAYLOR Columbia. La. M. 1 Fulton Plauche . Plauchcvillc. L . . M. ( St. Martimvillr. 1 a . E. L. S. Katherine Marston . . Shrcvcporl, La. . S. A K. Esther Overbey . . . Baitrop, I a. . M. C. C. Hi Kill A Pn RCE . . Crayton, La. . . E. I . S ihuirattgatorfi Elizabeth Forgey . . . . S. A. K. New Iberia, La. Robert Kidd E. L. S. Gibsland, La. Juliette Morrison . . . S. A. K. Esther Rentrop . . . . S. A. K. Balon Rouge, La. Patterson, La. Mary Etta Murray . . . S. A. K. Selma Smith E. L. S. New Iberia, La. Calhoun, La. Theda Murry S. A. K. Nora Tolbert . . . . New Iberia, La. Sugartown, La. M. C. C. VVH M W £ R I 3 A PS v (49) VOTE FOR MURRAY FOR GOVERNOR The investigator Editor: Carrie Bu.ll 1 El Auutanl: ZaIDEE Bi I inl ' IY I . mURSDNi SEPTEMBER 21. 1930 V l IV RED CROSS NURSES CALLED TO FRONT (Special From Baltimore. M ' ■ ) bloody battle wa fought last night in San Francisco Bay. A call was issued imnirdialrly for Red Cross nurses, and many responded. Among those who volunteered to serve their coun- try were some who are well known to the readers of the Investigator. They are Misses Hogan. Hinder. Conerly. Nuck- olls, Gibson. Williams, and Davis. I hese people wnr nurses of note in Johns Hop- kin ' Hospital, and there is no doubt but that they will render valuable seruce to their coun- v The Utopia I ligh School is fortunate to have the following among the faculty this year: Miss Bertha Pierce, a graduate of the Louisiana Stale Normal; Mi Berla Cole, formerly a graduate of the Louinana Stale il. but who recently has acquired a diploma from the Peabody Normal; Miss Naomi Be. kom and Misi Ruth I who are both graduates of Co- lumbia L ' nivrr NO ' 1 1 1 I 1 - .t u 1 1 . ■ will be open to students ! elween the hours of 9 and 12 on Mondays and 1 hursdays. Marguerite Travi.or. The ( itv I ibrary will be open from 9 to 12:30 on Sat- urdays. Robiri KlI ' H MASS MEETING AT THE CITY HALL in M mi «mi. hie pro- CUSMV1 i M IDATE. TO SPEAK TONIC II I The public will need no urg- ing to go to the meeting tonight. for feeling runs high as the election approaches. NX e are reasonably safe in saying that the 1 hird District will go solid for Theda Murray for Gov- ernor and her running-male. Pharr. for Lieutenant Governor. Reports have il. though, that Pharr will meet strong opposi- tion from Whitlow and Bell in the Seventh and Eighth dis- tricts. It is generally conceded that M. E. Murray and K Mutton will run a close race for commissioner of Agricul- ture. Local sentiment seems to be for Murray. Speaking will begin at eight o ' clock, and the public is cor- dially invited lo attend. LI RSt 1 S Mr. and Mrs. Strickland an- nounce the engagement of then daughter. Winnie. to I Ion George Morris of Den e; li«s Edith Hawkins of N«W Orleans is visiting friends and relatives of this place. The residents of this . il were highly honored to ha r in iheir mulsi last week a very distingui lird visitor. Miss Flor- ida Watson, of New Yor k - I itv. %ho Iri lured on I he Woman in Polili. « CALLED MEETING OF FARMERS LEAGUE Frog I follow Crossing. La.. Sept. 20. — The Fanners ' League was called together by its Pres- ident. Mall Buatl. of Lickskil- let plantation, for the purpose of considering the best method for the destruction of the cow- luk now ravaging the neighbor- hood. Mr. M. F. Plan, he was appointed a committee of one lo wnie to the Agricultural Department of the Slate Nor- mal for information on this subject. A fl Daphne Cappel Cill awl U . Huhla Stoeuel II - grove Entertain at a l.aten Party. Mrs. Daphne Cappel Gill and Mrs. H Stoessell llolgrove rnterlained their friends at a lawn party Thursday evening. September 14. Those present were: Mrs. L. Kelsoe I li E. Forgey Dooliltle. Mrs. F. Dorr Yidrine. Misses Jim mie Davis, and Esther R -n ihrop (these young ladies have recently returned from Colum- bia Unhrentty, where they ha e Irrn teaching). WanTID Position as house- keeper for a good-looking bach- rlor Jiiiit Morrison. Uto- pia. La. For Sale — My Days at the Louisiana Stale Normal. bj Moatlir M.( lenaghan. -AMER- ICAN Book Compsni £ mvt ina (Ninth Term) (Spring Class 1916) Colors: Black and Gold Floreer : Black-Eyed Susan Motto: Spartan spells success Class Officers Julia Bains President R. B. Prestridge Vice-President Edna Fant Secretary Gertrude Hall Treasurer Margaret Pickels . . . Potpourri Editor Gertrude Hall Potpourri Editor Julia Bains Potpourri Editor Edna Fant Potpourri Editor rm (51) w ■If f ■ . ■ . « ?K,U dr MtV 71 ■ Llizzro l©r j A- r C°l v ' ©i Tlt c c H i ' l4 O ryiM ? V m S ' e Rott ' 1 L- ' i?7. 1 ' I I . A Class Thai ' s Bold. . rmal 1 fill, whrn all was ■till. Ami V. L. held hi« sway; lnlo si«ht with eolofl bright Our class i young and gay. We ' ll graduate in Maj W illi knowledge true. And sheepskins loo. The time ' s not far away. So care we win. Tenth term is nigh? We ' ll gel our dips or die! So care we why. cause I enlh lerm is nigh? W ' c ' ll gel our dips— our dips— or die. So out of sight with colors bright Went Sparlans lo ihe fray, 1 hrv fought the fight hut ere many nights Their sleep had passed away. Their sleep had passed away. Their P— plans they tore. And in their sleep they snore. And ere they died. 1 hey bravely cried. They ' d keep the vow they swore. So care we why? ' Cause tenth term ' s nigh? W r II make our dips or die. So care we wliv ' Cause tenth term ' s nigh? W ell get our dips— our dips —or die! Ramti I I a time of I lats. ) Class. Class we ' ie some class— Class. Class— Spartan class; Bold and daring, brave are we. IBM. l n ' t you see? (M) n= mt a fnmt spartan ICtft NATURE STUDY fi¥ ® FIRST AID STUDY HOUR PUSHING PALMER (61) ■ -v HI-TORY OF ED. .a stis !l ■ PAPOLOCY W z PKIMAIO Ml 1 HODS Of f (II WHO ' D A THOUGHT IT ? (62) ©pttmtfita (Eighth Term) SUMMER CLASS 1916 Flo er: Red Rose Colors: Cardinal and Silver Moio: To make the dark light Officers Lane GrigsbY President Emily Poche Vice-President Annie D. Cor3ETT Secretary Lucile Sibley Treasurer Observation hath been our lot; But in it we have excelled. J edagogy awaiting us; shall we Not handle the art well? r ¥ aining hath been our portion, And we have received the best. Tnstruction hath been given us to give; We shall give it when put to the test. Jethods — both General and Special — Are subjects in which we have failed. Tnductive lesson plans we can write, And on them we never fail, fcluccess in all our undertakings Will surely be our fate. ' T ' eachers we ' ll prove to be When sent out in the gtate. (63) ttpttnrtftfl MvHIl. BERGERON S K Ni| olconv.!lr. l.«. Itiilu- Acquire not only learning, but the habit of learning SaLLH Mae Chaffin. E.L.S. Grand C nr I i I ' ve Jone my July, and I ' ve done no more Anme Mae Burt. M.C.C. . Mm, v. La. 1ii.1l Common tense is nol a common thing Mary Lou Cole, M.C.C. . . . Coiion Valley. L«. mnliiK  ■ A good conscience makes a joyful countenance Mattie Copeland. E.L.S. . . . lUyncv.llr. L«. Modesty is the grace of the soul An Nil I). CORBETT. S.A. K. Jonciboro. L«. 1 Tin All vomen are ambitious naturally Marjorie Connor. S K Lil Roe . Ark. A pleasant, smiling face, a speaking eye (fDpttmtata Edmond E. Corkern, M.C.C. . . Franklinton, La. Social Science Honor, high honor, and renown Ecan Crawford, S.A.K. . . . Liberty Hill, La. Mathematics and Science There ' s daggers in men ' s smiles Lou DuRAND, E.L.S Breaux Bridge, La. Language Lei noi the man he trusted who has no music in his soul Anabel Ewing, S.A.K. . . . New Orleans, La. Industrial And We meet with champagne and chicken at last Don Dulany, S.A.K New Iberia, La. Social Science Whose little body lodged a might}) mind Docia Foster, M.C.C Pollock, La. Industrial Studious at ease, and fond of humble things GERVIAS Ford, S.A.K Natchitoches, La. Industrial Young fellows will be young fellows (Bptttttrti Dona Mal Gaddis. E.L.S. . . N«tchiiochf . L . Industrial By joying nothing, you can pass for wise Iris Fairchild. SAX Vinton. La. nn r II , find in life exactly what We pul into it I vm CRIBSBY. SAX Alfiandna. La. Rurnl Trnlnlnit II , must hring you to our captain J. A. Gibson. M.C.C N«ichiiochc . L . TrnliiltiK Every man is the architect of his own fortune CORINNE GURNIV SAJC B«ton Rouge. L«. .mor There is no royal road to learning Mar Hamilton, SAJC L uf1 Mill. U. BOCtal Si ■ wonder you will still he talking Mam Haas, SAX. Bunk . Li. Primary A little more sleep, a little more slumher GDpttttttBJa EsTELLE Holly, E.L.S Alexandria, La. Grammar True happiness consists alone in doing good Sallia Kees, E.L.S Georgetown, La. Mathematics and Science She ivas a scholar and a ripe good one Louise Hodges, S.A.K Monroe, La. Grammar sav and loved Esther Goyne, E.L.S Bernice, La. Industrial As meel( as a maid TheO McAlpin, E.L.S Leesville, La. Grammar The good is bul the beautiful in action Erline Johnston, S.A.K. . . . Natchitoches, La. Primary Innocence, lil(e an icicle once melted, is gone forever Evlyn Jefferson, S.A.K. . . . Baton Rouge, La. Grammar Some are born to lift, and some to lean CfatUttifti Louis M. At i-iv F. L.S. . . L «villr. U. A man of fe word Ji-ie MoORE. M.C.C Pioneer. La. .1 Training you ish to he lovtd, love Lilian Nl NU E.L.S A«bi. l.«. To give her her due, ihe has fit Stat McMi ' tnv F..L.S Stonew.ll. L«. An ounce of patience is north a pound of hram Mabel Methvien, S.A.K. Deerford. L«. Industrial Shy she n-as. and I thought her cold Maccie Palmer. E.L.S Hornbeck. L«. Ifualo nti.i ,-r hearty face repels the tanning ttimi LlLIIvs Ml mm. SAX- . New Orlean.. L . I Ccni ' ui is a capacity for evading hard  orl( (0pttmi0t0 Elva Pickett, M.C.C Livonia, La. Grammar A pound of pluclf is worth a ton of lucl( Katherine Phares, M.C.C Clinton, La. Rural Training Advance in learning as you advance in life Frank Penz, S.A.K Lafayette, La. Mathematics and Science An honest countenance is the best passport Emily Poche, E.L.S Saint Amelia, La. Language Live to learn, and you will learn to live Lillian Oden, S.A.K Shreveport, La. Industrial Life is a mirror; smile at it Gladys Rose, S.A.K Loreauville, La. Grammar She doelh well who doelh her best Julie Melancon, E.L.S. . . . Baton Rouge, La. Language The secret of success is constancy of purpose r 91c f% . t V (i ilmui.lii Mm 11 Kn I is, M.CC . . . Nalchilochn. La. Indui Silence bett speairs the mm.l Cecile Tregre. M.CC Wall . La. l.ariK To be lovable it to be loved 1 i 1 in Sibley. M.CC Shrrvcport. La. An J Frenche the spalre ful fayre and fetitly Dorothy Yearwood. E.L.S. . . . Caipiana. La. nmr M ith just enough learning to misquote JlR V rmr. E.L.S Grayton. La. Everyone n no Joet the belt he can it a hero Inez Williams, SAX . . . Morgan Ciiy. La. I ' rln Oh, thit learning, mhat a thing it ill WILLS Suss. M.CC Bricri. L . Illllll- lie good, and you trill be tonetome Grace X ' ebb. E.L.S Waterproof, La. Crace it grace in tpite of all controveny Jac Gray, S.A.K Shrevcpori. La. l ' i in At full of spin! at the month of ilutgka JINGLE NO. 1. How does the busy Optimist Improve each shining minute? By staring blankly at his book And wondering what is in it. — Marjone Connor. JINGLE NO. 2. ' Optimists, optimists, optimists are we, Working for our dips, but happy as can be. ' Whether sun or rain, Comes the bright refrain, Optimists, optimists, optimists are we. — Katherine Phares. (71) Auatuni FALL CLASS 1916 Colon: Green and Gold Flatter: Chrysanthemum : He builds loo low vv ' io builds benealh ihe sltie Roll I wis NoRRED ... . . ... President Jilts BarRE yicc-PraiJent Sybil Moore Secretary Courtney Snoddy Treawrcr (72) Auators Lee Himler I go where honor calls me. Anna Ruth Nuttall A hard worker and a good student. Olivia Hogan Affection 13 the broadest basis of in life. Frances Proffitt Happiness seems made to be shared. Josephine O ' Quinn Genius is a capacity for evading work; therefore you are not a genius. Zula Richard ( Dimples ) Advance in learning as you advance in life. M. J. Sylvest Willing to be convinced; but he ' d like to see the person who could convince him. Auatnrii Edith Ford Would thai ihr world knew her true worlh. Hazel Dugas A tmall representation of ihc real thing. Mary Haynes I ask not wealth, hut power to take and use the thing! I have aright. Grace Allison Gentle of ipeech, beneficent of mind. Cora Miller A heart umpolted it not eatily daunted. ii.iii LMINA Morris Hang  orrow! Sorrow killed a rat — there- fore let u be merry. James Norred ( Dad ) A bright  lar of the  chool. Aiiatura Lois Lyles The same wherever you see her. Myra Milburn A maiden never bold. SOLANGE A ELANCON ( Sam ) Tis death to me to be at enmity. Nellie Grayson Roll on, old world, and I ' ll roll with you. Rush Jemison I think myself monarch of all I survey. Sybil Moore Soft as the memory of buried love. Edmond Davis All the world will say, This ij a man. A mil nrB Ji 11 s Barri I lir I. me ..| hi ..  n merit m lr« i  .i Willie McCoi Thai whuh redccrm her 11 telf Inez Allen II thou love learning, ihou thall be learned. Bessie Boylston Each mind hai its own method Avis Allen To be young wii very I leaven. Georgia Bourgeois A good friend ii onc ' i nearetl relation. i i i. Fellow - llir w.mder u thai her head can carry- all the knowt. Auatorn Alice Callaghan One good friendship will outlive forty average loves. Lucille Burleigh th.ii -ommon sense is an uncommon thing Mattie Copeland Modesty is the grace of the soul. Irma Campbell Map me no map. Adeline Darnell There is a reason for everything. Thomas Carruth He that can work is the born king of something. Imogene Allen To be, rather than to appear. 1 Auahirfi Mildkku Watson I ulv and today arc our . Irma Scott ' ill maid who hat dutinguuhcd hntrlf with I . '  Blam iii Weems I In ronilant companion i humililv Mary Auce Larc he I am my liiler ' j keeper. ( OURTNI ' i SNODDY Successful in all undertaking!. R. E. Williams Shall I go on. or ha e I taid enough Bl M Ill Weldon I am hmhing  dilfnull toad. Aimttirs Mabel Barlow A true friend is forever a friend. Lorna Kemper-Collins No beauty is like the beauty of the mind. Page McMullen The expression of truth. Marie Varnado Every person is the architect of his own fortune. Ruth Hymel Large in heart a; well as in body. Iris Fairchild Never do for yourself w ' .iat you can trou- ble another for. Ana hi rii EsTELLE BACOT t.u nr nol. I hope, of a la y lurn in either body or mind. Gladys Cole mighty hunter, and her prey i man. Viola Durham ird o er with a pale rait of thought. Rosalie Harper And broad the unite that, like a wrinkling wind on glany water, drove her cheek in line. ill Haydel I m I . that ' s enough. Lydia Kidd Speech it rare. Lea Richardson I le doelh well who doelh hi It«I Ella Vial W nder what I ' m to learn today? A fflmtiUTful £ tnrtl Teacher ' s Aim : To teach the Ava- tors that Too low he builds who builds beneath the skies. PREPARATION. Would you like to hear a wonderful story? I. In the summer of 1913 there was born unto the Normal School a new class, who called themselves Avators. It was an ambitious class, who had for their motto a most beautiful thought, and they tried their best to live up to it. Through all their struggles they man- aged to hang together until they reached the fourth term chemistiv. I lure, owing to their fondness for Mr. Davis, members of this dear class left them. On through the trials of that term they elbowed their way until they met arithmetic in the fifth term, when again were tlmr numbers lad ly depleted. In their second summer their throngs were swelled by a motley crowd of High School graduates, who. having received (80) High School Diplomas, thought they were IT. It did not take them long to get over th-. however, and they were soon seen running at a very rapid rate after the banner. On they journeyed through the sixth term of Virgil and French to the reign of Miss Varnado and Mr. Fiskc ' s ( nti- cal Period, until finally, to the music of their beautiful pink cards embroidered in P ' s. P ' s and P ' s, they entered the seventh term. It remains to be seen how they con- tinue to live up to their motto. What would you like to find out to- day about these Avators? CI ild ' s Aim: To learn all that came to p When Avators. thai worthy class. Did at the Normal School reside — I ' ll learn their colors, flowers, too, I hrir motto — how they kept it true. And how l it bSey ' ve lived with pride. £ PRESENTATION. Why is it necessary that the Avators have a very high goal? I. The Avators because of their in- telligence, willingness to work, persever- ance, and stickability have reached such a high plane that a far goal is necessary for further progress. What does such a high aim accom- plish? II. Such an aim gives a definite pur- pose, and a standard by which to measuiv their acts in school and in future life. What kind of song should they have? III. Since happiness is one of the prime aims of life, the Avators should be joyful and full of song. What does this song teach? A. This is their song (tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic) : 1. Mine eyes have seen the vict ' ries that are coming we all know, When into the world of teaching worthy Avators will go, To the world of education, a new science they will show — They build above the skies. Chorus. Set your standards in the skies, Place your work above the skies, Build, oh build above the skies, Or else you build too low. As the evening star is shining. The chrysanthemum we ' ve seen, With its glist ' ning golden centers, (81) And its leaves of olive green, Fairest flow ' r of all, chrysanthemum, Of flowers you are the queen — You lead us to the skies. What should their yell be? IV. The Avators must have a yell which will create a spirit of zeal, unity, co-operation and enthusiasm. Yell: Avators! Avators! One for all! Stick together ' til we fall ! Are we in it? Well, I guess! We are IT! Yes, yes, YES! Does this yell accomplish these things? V. The manner in which the Avators work together shows how successful this yell has been. COMPARISON AND ABSTRACTION. What have we learned about the prog- ress of the Avators? I. We have learned that the Avators have progressed and are never satisfied with themselves. What does this mean to the state? A. It means to the state that they think Too low he builds who builds beneath the skies. ' ' Who among the Avators has been sat- isfied with an aim less than that? B. All have been true to their com- mon aims. Who has kept this aim before them all the time? II. Our P-f- student, Viola Durham. Why is she a P-(- student? S -tnven to build U) 1 Itpw .ire they alike? W hai been most pro- IX. ihej ire alike in linu and mean- gress ing. II ' . Hazel Duy.i-, because ihe bai (.1 M RAUZATION. grown one-hall mi!: in the lasl two years. Why? Hitch your wagon to the stars And l!v away to heights of M A. Because she has not been willing 1 i build beneath the skies. Which one of the Avators is tl e most APPLICATION. Write a short composition on the Ava- tors. popular? IV. Avii Allen h mod populai be- cause she has constantlv kept striving for the goal. I. In the Normal there is a class thai i- far superior to any other class there. By their high aim. hard work, and cellent record, the Avators have taught Which is best known? Win ' V. Mr. M. J. Syhrert. A. He has called attention to himself the faculty and the state that Too low he builds who builds beneath the ski ' . What have the Avators taught you? by the noise he makes in ascending tl • ladder leading l the ikk II. To hitch my wagon to the stars, and Fly away to heights of Mars. What does all this prove that the Ava- ASSIGNMENT. tcrs as a whole are striving for? I. 1 hit Avaton are striving to build to tl i skit Tell nir not lh.it in the future i (HI will build below ihr kie . 1 or loo low you ' ll find ihe mountain I hat upon rarlh ' t turfacr lie . whj have the} leleeted i ' ms song? on must slnve lo reach ihe hic.hett — Kr.i. Ii afar up inlo Mart. II. On account of its high aim. For yourself a crown of glory, on may form fiom glillenng tlart. Why have they selected tl is yell? Avaton will in the fulu;e III. Bec Ufe of its idea of sticking together. Reach the ery highest lower. Junl becaure of aim and mollo 1 leld befo.e idem every hour. lunjaltg (Sung !o the tune of The Watch on the Rhine. ) Oh, Alma Mater, here today, We for thv lasting blessings pray. We know not where our paths may go, But thou ' lt uphold us still, we know. Unchanging thou, mid changes vast, Unswerved from ideals of the past; Steadfast and true our watchword e ' er shall be — To thee, our Alma Mater, Loyalty! Thy trees their solemn chorus blend, About thee, flowers their censers blend. Our voices swell their murmuring strain, Our hearts repeat the old refrain — Thy purpose high to carry on — Oh, Normal, thou hast honor won! Steadfast and true our watchword e ' er shall be — To thee, our Alma Mater, Loyalty! In after years, when far away, Thy presence strong will near us slay; And as the echo of our song Will, with courage new, lead us on; And to our eager vision then Each subtle memory meaning lend. Steadfast and true our watchword e ' er shall be — To thee, our Alma Mater, Loyalty! — Isabel Williamson Cummings. 1905 (83) n iCiutiiiiaiuaiui vili Term) WINTER II KM OF 1917 Colors: Grc«n and While Flower . While (. luvtanlhrmum M tto: Not for our cl r . bul for other Officers Chari i - WCM I ' lai.lenl Mi Rl ' in ROGERS I hc- President LuftUNI Clark . Secretary PoiMBOEUF Class Roll Treasurer Bertha Lucyle Aaron Bessie Harei ' mi Ni n -us Carrie Addi- Loreen Harcrove R hel Norcress Ewell Aiken Kvllll 1 1 N 1 1 VRREL Eunice Odom NhR E. ki Lee Hatchei Florence Olano Ralph Aly ss Hays II MA I ' l ARCE Floyd Andrus 1 ll HU I 1 1 ll BERT IImtie May Phillips Re-mi Am RETT Mary E. 1 In i I ' oimboeuf Eleanor E. Averre Mary Holcombe Oakley Provost l)l RWARD BaBIN Dupree Hunter Leiui Ri hardsou Mattie Barron M R1 J ( k- N BessII RcirivsON Gus L. Bell sme Mae J ' Murphy Rocir ' - Win no Bouanchaud Wiu.ie May J ' Mabel Rowan Ji i i BOWN N Marcuerite Kelsoe May Roy Julia M. Broadnax Lizzie Kilpatrk k Svmord Roy Lois Buri i k.h Ann KlRKPMRK k Wissii Roy MlNNfl C MPBELL El ma Lambre 1 N-.ii S UtBOROt (.11 Bert Cappel 1 K( III I SOI RFF Clara Carnm Tal Larci II R l II 1 Si III I N Iri ne Chaffe Odette Lasseicne 1 n M I - Si I I M s C. C. Chaudoir Blani iii 1 UIKENTS NlTA SlNCLI I Irma Lou Ci.vhk Manette LeBi vm (,i riri M Smiih Lurline Clark Estelle 1 i Ji i si I UkCH Smiih Estelle Clout ii r ( 1 HI N 1 1 IIIWRIl Ada Soileau May CONNI i i Ma H 1 1 MIR Hi i ii Spiers Camille Courrece IRS 1 II M Rozane Stafford (84) Hanriatamatta (Elaaa Soil Olympe Darce Lydie Dardeau HORTENSE DeLaMOTTE Velmarae Dunn Gladys Durham Jessie Fincher John B. Fontenot Lelia Fuller Madison Funderburk Xenia Fuller Emma Fusch Alma Garland Aline Gianelloni Norma Gisclard Olla Guillory Edna Hains Floy Hammett Velma Macee Lucille McAnn Clara McEnery Rena McFarland Rose McGee Nettie McGee Alice May McGee Gertie McGee Ruth McGuire J. E. McMeans Katie McSween LlZETTE MERICZ SuDIE MERRIT dulcie mobley James Monk Eleanor Moreland Marcuerite Stewart Milton Stinson Jessie Taylor Cecile Thiel Mary Thicpen Katherine Thorp Marie Toups Josie Vance Nancie Walker Charles Webb Lynn Weber Elizabeth Weil Blanche Whittington Esta Williams Frances Young Thelma Zelenka Garnet Zimmerman (85) 1 ii 0 ®lj? ©ranafnrmattntt nf % 2(umu-alls EAR me, what was that you said? Are we frightened? Well, what a perfectly absurd question, and how altogether ridiculous you are to get such a notion into your head ! Haven ' t we just graduated from the finest high schools in the state? On the day of our arrival we promenaded in and out of Main Build- ing with that air which seemed to signify that we were the intellectual people of the Hill. Woe unto him who chanced to hinder our stately progress through the halls by blocking our path; for up into the air went our noses, immediately into use came our elbows, and we pursued our way, neither designing to bestow a glance upon our unhappy offender, nor heeding his vociferous remarks. As we passed through the fifth term, this splendid opinion never changed in the least, even if we were taken aback by some startling new things that a member of the August Body would relate at times. We waded bravely into advanced arithmetic, even if our hearts did flutter when mensuration and the progressions loomed up before us. If we took a notion, while in the library, that we were tired of staying there, the motion was as hastily followed up by our unceremonious departure. When lo! we were followed and politely informed that we couldn ' t leave until the bell rang — just as though we were not privileged characters and couldn ' t go when we pleased ! Even when we did condescend to stay until the last bell, we were told to go out quietly, please. Well, by the time we reached the sixth term, we were forming somewhere in our brains a faint idea that perhaps there might accidentally be a few thinrs we didn ' t as yet know. Our manner, however, was just about as formidable as ever. We knew in September that we were well versed in Physiology and Hygiene, but it took Miss Newell just one day to show us how little we did know in that subject. Things went rather smoothly in the class until after the holidays, at which time we received our greatest jolt. It was while we were discussing intelligence that Miss Newell asked this question, Upon what does intelligence depend? As one voice the class answered, Upcn the convolutions in the brain. Then our hopes were dashed by the looks of pity and exasperation which flitted over Miss Newell ' s face. While we were still in the fifth term we had heard girls complaining of grammatical analysis; but we were sure it was due to their stupidity and not to the difficult subject. Our views soon changed, however; for of all teachers who sat on us Mrs. McVoy sat the hardest. It was an everyday occurrence for some poor unfortunate to get his medicine. When she started to sit, infinitive phrases, adverbial nouns and par- ticiples all played blind man ' s buff. They seemed suddenly to jump all over the board, and exchange places; while the unfortunate seemed to be the blind man. We, the all-Teise, the all-important and all-knowing Sixth Termers, now have begun to realize that they don ' t know so much after all. We are now learning to step meekly aside when our progress is interfered with; to look upon our highly esteemed teachers as awe-inspiring, all-wise beings for us to obey ; and to regard the meek, long-suffering (91) I enth Iermci a the shining standards to winch w? aspire; in other words, we are learning to resign ourselves humbly to the Mrayi ci( the Normal World. lirn v.c l«-ramr  i lh l«-rm«T . two of our trachrrt Mid: INychology. | knew what • lifr olhrr itudrnli had led Mn au« of ihn  ul )nt; rach one fell hit head. r hrard thr hard word that thotr two trachrrt laid: Psychology. — El. alx-lh Wr,l iflnrh Aita Aluntt Xnthimi NCE upon a time, as all good stories begin, there lived a little boy whose name was Andrus. As his home was near a large body of water, he often saw people Rowan by. He was simply Aiken to go out on the Like, but he was so Young that he had never been boating. When he was old enough, he was sent to Normal Hill. It was while here that one afternoon he slipped off, swiped a boat that some Hunter had left on the shore, and started out to satisfy his longing. He quickly lilt behind even the Spiers of the churches. After he had rowed and rowed and rowed, he saw at a distance a great number of Soileaux (swal- lows) flying around, and knew then that More land was near. When he reached this land, he was very tired and had a great Ake in his back. Seeing a tree near, he lay down to rest for awhile. He was so completely exhausted that in a few minutes he WU sound asleep, and this is the dream that this bad little boy had: He was on a great Barron plain, and he was so thirsty. Away he started in search of water, which he finally found in a little spring, near which a beautiful Lily was grow- ing. As he stooped over to drink, he felt himself jerked violently upward. Looking to see who had him. he saw with horror that it was a great Monk with Webb feet like a duck ' s. Standing nearby was a huge Campbell. I he Monk, tightening his grasp on the terrified Andrus, jumped upon the C ampbcll ' s back and away they rode and rode and rode until — With a start Andrus awoke. Upon realizing where he was, he ran down to the shore to find his boat; but. to his dismay, it was gone. I he sun. slowly sinking in the wot, threw a silver sheen over the water. Andrn- a Mill frightened from his dream, and he imagined he heard all kinds of strange Weil sounds. He was quite a long dis- tance from home. and. not being able to hear the dinner Bell, had no idea what time it was. He was a fast Walker, however; so he beat it with all haste back to Normal Hill. Just as he was entering the gate, whom should he meet but the very one he was trying to avoid — Mr. Roy. Holding fast to his collar, Mr. Roy bore the struggling boy to his office, and told him that in addition to this misbehavior there sa a Dunn that should have been paid long ago; and for these he would get a dc-Merrit. Moral: Never do anything at Normal School unless you arc sure you can get RWaVJ with the goods. Misses Stewart and Akk. Collaborator!. (92) Birtnnana As we stood on ihe hillside that evening, And we watched as the sun sank to rest. All around us a picture of splendor From the glory of light in the west. While the last rays of sun were just shining On the tops of the lonesome old pines, And the shadows they cast were molested By the branches which swayed in the wind — - By the winds which swept over the campus As if chasing the dry leaves in fun; All the birds and the flowers were sleeping, For their work of the day had been done — As we stood there and gazed on the landscape. From afar came a vision of light; And the name of our class, the Victorians, Wove itself like a ribbon of light. In and out of our chambers of fancy; While the motto for which we ' ve all sought, To subdue whate ' er task we set out to By the best of all methods — just thought. It presented itself in the darkness Of the twilight that merged into dark: Though the vision may vanish before us, The impression ' s been sealed in the heart. -America Stuckey. ifltftli Srrmrrs Shalt not pay class dues. Shalt not come to class meetings unless Mr. Roy is there to call the roll. Shalt not fail to subscribe for Current Sauce, and expect to pass in Civics. Shalt not make butter with the Babcock tester. Shalt not multiply feet by feet. Shalt not fail to let the tariff question soak in. Shalt not pick up the habit of passing the finger across the nose in Dr. Hazzard ' s English class. Shalt not stop until they have mastered Palmer. Shalt not tell Mr. Bateman that they have not learned to judge dairy cows. Shalt not oppose Woman Suffrage. Utrtnrtana Fifth Term SUMMER CLASS 1917 Colors: Black and Gold Flower: Sunflower Motto: To subdue by thought Officers Robert Brown President Pearl Weaver V ' icz-Prcsidenl Elizabeth Webster Secretary Anna Lee Satterly Tieusmcr Marie Arnaud Porter Bahm Carrie Bomar Robert Brown Rita Buras Effie Cabler Emily Caillet Glennie Caldwell Eleanor Cazes Vannie Cook Maribel Jackson Beulah Lynch Effie McElveen May Alice McGraw Katie Morcan Harvey Moreland Zula Morgan Mary Oden Edna Owen Bettie Parham Carroll Corley Eugenia Couvillion Sadie Cunningham Annie Cutrer Class Roll Iris Cutrer Bessie DeBlieux Eric DeBlieux Beulah Dill Ora Dill Camille Dre fus Mildred Elder Naoma Emerson Evelyn Fcrd Edna Gibbs Mildred Glasscock Carrie Goldberg Mary Hazzard Hattie Henkel Obie Henry Anna Howerton Jessie Pierce Ophelia Pope Una Prudhomme Grace Purnell Frank Ricard Lillie Robards Clarence Roy Edith Rutherford Walter Rozas Annie Lee Satterly Lee Shilling Theodosia Sell Eleanor Smith Hallie Smith Era Stoker Hazel Stovall America Stuckey Josephine Tauzin Annie Timon Winnie Toffifr Mary Upton Freda Veazey Leander Vercher Beatrice Watson Joyce Weaver Pearl Weaver Elizabeth Webster Edna Williams Thomas Williams Evelyn Wommack Annet Vanella (95) Jfmtrth curm SUMMER CLASS 1917 Colors: Green and While Motto : Bp trials wr Inumpli Officers Flower : Daisy Will If FlECMAM . President 1 nc-PresiJent Camille DeBlieux . Caro Wn 1 1 . Secretary Kvte La sdry Potpourri Editors Treasurer K u l.yMiKi Margery VMM Stella May E s-MISGER Anastasia (lass Roll Bums Camillc Aaron Bessie Ford 1 u i INI Logan 1 1 RR AKE Wll 1 If FrIIMVS Mabel McCoy Margery mi- Gladys Glover Beatrice McGrew Meady Armstrong NhRll 1 1 1AILE Rl 1 II Mill HELL Myrna Barlow All m Hones Roy Ortmem r I MV BOSIN Norma 1 in i Belle Pennington Mallie Colli La Vi r J u K Lula PlNNtNCTON Rose Mary Conley l n 1 C kl MPER EsTEILE TuORsms Irmsg Davis Gertrude Kluxn Hai iii Ri in u (.us Camille DeBi ii i Kati Landry 1 Mill H Wl Mf Rita Dezendorf Mai If Bmjn TOMA Wll 11 la M. Ensmincer (%) Cam ii i ivmson (Our (Claflfl Sriminu in lU2lt ORMA. don ' t you think that class reunion yesterday was the best thing ll .it e er took place on Normal Hill, since we left with our diplomas ten petti ago? asked Miss Caro Williamson, the noted I.. S. N. l atin leader, of Miss Norma Hill, the writing teacher of the same place. by, it makes me feel like sweet sixteen once again, ' ' answered Norma; but didn ' t the majority of the class fill you with astonishment? Who would have thought of Anastasia as a dancing teacher anyway? Mr was so quiet and dignified! I here were rumors circulating about the room yesterday that she fully intended becoming a nun; but as her folks were greatly opposed to it she just opened this dancing school to keep from grieving too much over her disappointment. But, Caro. don ' t you think that Margery is as pretty as ever? I should ay -If is, exclaimed Caro. Well, she always was, ycu know, and it is no wonder to me that she is called ' He second Mary IVkford. ' I always told you that she would some day become a moving picture actress. Yes, you did, said Norma, but did you h ear her when she said that while she u. - in Paris, she had seen Willie Freeman? I suppose you know that he is now one of the world ' s greatest scientists. He isn ' t married yet. cither. Well. said Caro, I always knew that Willie would some day become famous. But isn ' t Harry Ake a fine, handsome man? He said that he was at preesnt residing in New l ork, and I was reading an article in the paper this morning saying that the people arc patiently waiting for him to get old enough to be elected President of the I nited States. Here comes Esther. Oh, girls! exclaimed Esther, this is one time since I have been teaching that I have had to run all the way for fear of being late. Didn ' t tl at music that Camillc and Ruth played just thrill your hearts? Didn ' t they look grand, too? They had had their hair dressed at Gladys Beauty Parlor before coming — and, here. I had almost forgotten to show you all this letter from Rose Mary. ou know she and Roy were married the year after they graduated. She stales that they have both given up teaching, and are at present traveling with the famous Barnum and Bailey show. Roy sells hot hamburgers, and his beautiful wife is known as the Cleopatra of today. Well, of all things! exclaimed Caro. How time has brought about changes. Didn ' t Kate Landry shock you all when she told us that she was principal of the Cypress High School? Why, I never thought she would ever teach. Do you remember how she and I used to sit up in Mr. St. Amant ' s civics class and giggle the whole time? It did look natural to see her and Stella May together, didn ' t it? Stella May teaches chemistry in C yprcss, and she imitates Mr. Davis so much that everybody adores her. But what did you think about Emma and May at the head of a girls ' seminary? asked Norma, and Allyne and Bessie as suffragettes? Oh! there goes the bell! And as of yore each one went to her respective class room. KATE LANDRY. (98) My Waterloo Chemistry is my Waterloo; I shall not pass it. It maketh me labor under it; it burdens my mind. It leadeth me into paths of danger by its experiments. Yea, though I try the reactions, I fall down on tests, For I fear Mr. Davis. His gaze and his words discomfort me; I heat CS 2 ; my solution explodeth; I repair destruction in the presence of my classmates. Surely, if chemistry followeth me through all the terms, i shall dwell in the lab. forever. Elizabeth Groesbeck. A Mohtst (EonfpHHtmt The third lerm came lo Normal, Just three short terms ago. We ' ve struggled through Dark Age But still have far to go. But now we ' ve risen higher, Our minds do ever grow; We ' ve made such wondrous progress, Not one of us you ' d know. Josephine Bryan. Annie Ruth Allen. Alma Doerle. Elizabeth Groesbeck. (Authoresses of the above masterpiece of posey.) (99) ®ljtri afcrm FALL CLASS 1918 Colors: Red and While Floiver : Poinsella Officers John D. Hand President Walker Teekell Vice-President Elizabeth Groesbeck Treasurer Eva Stoker Secretary Members Jewell Allison Annie Ruth Allen Olie Bauch Douglas Berly Omah Bivens Josephine Bryan Alma Castleman Maude Chaney Julia Griffin Pearl Cockfi eld L. M. Griffin Irone Colton Elizabeth Groesbeck Marguerite Desadier John D. Hand Alma Doerle Mildred Hill Jessie Douglas Grace Lindsey Garnet Fowler Ollie Moffett Gladys Miller Minnie Moreland Eva Stoker Walker Teekell Albert Trichel Burton Weaver May Williams (101) Uirtnnana Second Term WINTER CLASS 1918 Co . r I ' urple and Gold • .. ■ Vmlrl W lil r llir nil, ntlirr follow Officers In i Sellers fYml—l LUCILE L NB 1 I icTreiiJenl CAMUI Cehlhal ' sen Secretary ERIE BuaTT Treasurer illttii uf S rrmii. tTrrm fflisftmn Estelle: Look here. Professor Payne ' s name is in the Pineville Messenger. Ruby Dean: Oh, they have Paynes in Pineville, too? Mabel: Mr. Payne, will you please announce that I have lost my book? Mr. Payne: Where did you lose it? Mabel: Between Friday and Monday. Mr. Payne (absently): Where ' s that? Jeff: Spencer, why are they going to get a photographer from Shreveport when Miss Zimmerman is right down in the office? Miss Dey (explaining a geometry problem) : I erected a per- pendicular bisector and extended my sides. Mr. Prather: I wouldn ' t do that if I were you, Miss Dey. Mr. I ournet: Miss Freeman, explain to us about the location of a six-foot man in a mirror. Miss freeman: Well, Mr. f- ournet, I can ' t unless I had a man • nd a mirror. Mr. Payne: All those who are absent, stand up. They stood. (102) ■ lUlni aliru (Limit tn ibr Normal M win BOWMAN — To become more dignified. Iw Bordelon — To learn to speak French. ERIE Bl ATT — To take Mary Pickford ' s place. ll.LIE CLARK — lo make an expedition. FLORENO CORKERN — To gain equality with her husband. Edna DeY — To hunt someone bigger than she is. CLEO DuPREE — To get notes. FLORENCE DUCGAN — To prepare for an old maid ' s life. Mae EMMONS — lo educate herself in order to become an assistant to her beau-lover. DoROTIII I Kl KMAN — To haze the freshies. SHIRLEl FULLER — Goodness only knows! Grace Gayer — To find a man or two. CARRIE GehlhaUSEN — To find what L. S. N. means. 1. 1 i.l NE GIBSON — To play hands. Nan IE Haas — To run away. Mabel Hawkins — To love and be loved. EUNICE Holmes — Can ' t tell you; maybe she can. Mamii Hi ' NTER — None knows; it was too long ago. LOCKETT JONES — Because she could not help herself. ODELLE JONES — To study expression. FRANCIS LAWLER — To become a second Longfellow. I i ( ill Landry — To smile. EMILY MASON — To develop self-composure. Marvin MONTGOMERY — To sleep, perchance to dream. Martha Morrison — To flirt?????? ESTELLE NORMAN — To display beauty. RUBY Dean Ott — ' Cause she wanted to. Spencer Pollard — To develop a pompadour. Maude Parker — To get fat. LLOYD PhaRIS — To learn to wiggle. MatIIILDE PROVOSTY — To set a good example. I.l CIEN ROGERS — To express his opinion. Dl LA ROGERS — To learn to keep young. Gladys Rogers — To curl her hair. W. E. SIMMONS — To get away from his wile. JEFF SELLERS — To become a ladies ' man. Maio I URNl R — To eat Henheyt, Annie May TOOKE — To learn to hear. EVA WesTBERY — To learn to be cuter. OLLIE WlGLEY — To make fun. Cleo Williams — To set the rfyle. ETHEL WILLIAMS — To learn not to be so boisterous. ALVAN YOUNG — To develop his mind. iffinrt ufcrm (Elaaa ilwttng T was during our first week at the Normal when at assembly Mr. Roy an- nounced a class meeting of the different terms in certain rooms after school. Oh, my, the rush! No one could have imagined what was taking place. Forty-seven first termers were searching for room 2 1 . Some went to Boyd Hall, others went to Model, and still others were scattered on the different floors of Main building. Now, after half an hour ' s searching and scattering, we gathered, finally in Room 21, all frightened, not knowing what that term class meeting meant, and wondering what our fate would be. We waited, and waited in dismay, when one pupil rose and said: I wonder what we have done that we deserve punishment. Pearl stepped to the desk and said, Keep quiet — eh — eh — the purpose of this meet- ing is eh — eh — But she didn ' t know what to say and sat down. The whole class just roared, and each one ran to the door to see if a teacher could be seen; but there was no teacher in sight. A boy with a terrified look exclaimed, Oh! I know why we have to wait so long! Mr. Roy is going to the different classes and giving them punishment. As this is the first term, we are last, and will get the worst of all. But, at last, there came in a flash to a bright pupil who had been in the Normal the last term the idea that we had assembled for the purpose of electing officers! Sev- eral tried to take charge of the meeting, but failed. We could not know exactly what to do or how to do it, for we never in all our life had heard of a class meeting. Some of the pupils became tired of this anxiety, and decided to leave. But the worst was yet to be, for the next day at assembly, Mr. Roy announced class meetings for the different terms, and added, Do not do as the first term did yesterday. I shall call a special meeting for them soon and conduct it myself. We then £neli we would be punished, but Miss Moore was kind enough to help us. Irma Perret. Eula Davis. 105 Jfiral arrm F o r- I ' ■nty SPRING ( I  K.n..  and km ili.il mi OHM Colon : Purplr and Gold Officers Grace Rhodes Tom Truli Eva Lcl 1 l I IF.N RcC-RJ PreiiJent I icc-PraiJtnl 5.cretar MlMBERS 1k- Margaret Ki 1 1 • Bertha Adams Theophile Breda Aju hie Breazeale Kathlxem Bird Lessie Coli i I ie Cook Annice Dwi- Eula Davis L izzie Dollar WAI II RINE ELLENDER Ki nni in Farley I INLAY Fram i - Fim.ay Carol Flower I I -Ml I ' rI I I RI INE G ADDIS HONORINE GALV ( III II GlMBIRI Wn in i min v Hooper Eva Lou Jofirion Pi ki Km hi Ml C M M) Beairkf McGee Flori m i Gladys McGee Blossom Meyers Marcaret Moresi I -i in r Nunez IRMA I ' lRRl T I H Nk I ' RISl Ghai i Rhodes Ruth Rhodes I l i II N ROCERS Winston Shim i Leila May Smiih I 1 11 I)i i i Smiih Will ie Strance Roy TedOI ii I hi i ma Thompson Am i hi I in 1 1 Tcm Irim Im i I Urdi W m ki r Dun Weaver May Wl M i R CLAin- MoLl II l Nt H ISM O A - Oihe. G irnb z.rt. hciij We • dV t s .sie. C oc ' i J (Tlimbiny Annual ifiill I wat only a Frethie with awful foreboding. I hat night when We climbed Noimal Mill. I frit if my molher ' t dear hand I were holding. I could climb that old hill with a will. I wa only a V re hie alone and forgotten. That night when Me limbed Normal Hill: I knew that my face wat at white at King Cotton. And 1 frit like I ' d been through the mill. The old girls were happy, and whitpered together. That night when we i limbed Normal Hill; But poor little Frethie jutt talked of the weather. And thought the wat filling the bill. I fell to forlorn, in my eyet there were lear-dropt. That night when we i limited Normal Hill; I needed a dith-mop. a self-wringing dith-mnp. To keep them from forming a rill. I never have fell quite the tame contternation. At that nighl when we limbed Normal Hill. But a Frethie t a funny and tad combination, And they ' ll alwayt be climbing thai I Ml — Rachel Norgrett. (108) Jt 3±hye Ot£L v.-   ! P3H ' : i ' .- ' Mi VSiM tV i 4 lotorn JJultun fflhtb culties to ihe skies Colon: Olive Green and Gold. Officers for the Fall Term 1915 Murel N. Stafford President George Morris Vice-President Edmond Corkern Treasurer Ev Vernon Secretary Mary Speeg Critic Ruth Stodghill Editor John B. Fournet Parliamentarian Officers for the Winter Term 1915-16 George Morris President JULES Barre Vice-President Floyd J. Andrus Treasurer Winnie Strickland Secretary Esther Overbey Critic Leta Alford Editor CoUNTNEY SNODDY Parliamentarian Officers for the Spring Term 1916 Alton Alford President J. E. McMeans Vice-President Floyd J. Andrus Treasurer Vera Stacc Secretary Leta Alford Critic Katherine Phares Editor Jules Barre Parliamentarian (115) i , CiaFo ilij iFtrst 3m iTBBtona of M. QL QL The thud-thud of the president ' s hammer, the businesslike look of the secretary, and the watchful eyes of the critic, peeping over a maiden-hair fern which was sitting on the pedestal in front of her, were indeed inspiring, on that night when I visited for the first time the hall of the Modern Culture Club. The table was covered with a cloth of olive green and gold, the colors of the society. But what drew my eyes to one of the walls, where three beautiful plaques rested? Ah! those meant valor indeed! What spoils of war? A glad story they told of hard-fought battles, and victories for M. C. C. boys ' and girls ' quartets. That, with the general businesslike air of everything, caused M. C. C, that night, to outweigh by far, the other two societies, in my mind — and I joined. Marguerite Traylor. Shall I ever forget my first evening at M. C. C? I felt very important when I took my permit to Mr. Roy to sign, and even more important when he looked up at me with his quiet smile, and, without a word, wrote the familiar V. L. R. across the paper. Why shouldn ' t I have felt important, for was I no t going to my chosen society, and with a member of the graduating class? She was to get her dip that evening, and Mrs. McVoy was to award them. When I entered the room, I must confess that I was a little dazzled for a moment. The hall was beautifully decorated with sweet peas — more than I had ever seen in all my life before. All the girls and boys seemed so happy, and there was that spirit of congeniality among the whole company that made me long to be an M. C. C. I do not remember a single number of the program, but each one seemed to me a masterpiece, and I wondered if, by any chance, they would ever permit such a little numbskull as I to become a member of so superior a club. I sat there entranced till at last Mrs. McVoy came forward, and began to award the dips, and the lovely things, as well as the delightfully funny ones, that she said to each of the fortunate girls and boys made me, from that night, her ardent devotee. Had a fairy appeared just then and said that she would grant me one wish, I am quite sure that it would have been that some day, I, too, might be receiving from the hands of Mrs. McVoy one of those lovely sheepskins tied with its ribbon of olive and gold. Katherine Phares. I came to Normal Hill on a Saturday of March in the year 1914. The Hill was not exactly strange to me, I had heard of it for many years. Naturally, I had also heard of the Normal Literary Societies, and was desirous of becoming a society member. (121) — ' r ' r ■ k. ym y , - •■ . ■ , fSyfor — , I was easily persuaded, therefore, to give up the quiet of my chamber, and make my first appearance in society that night. In due time I was escorted to room 25, and there I found the climax of my day ' s experiences. The room was filled with merry girls and boys, all friendly and hospitable. The house was called to order. I turned about to take my seat and saw written on an olive green banner in letters of gold: Modern Culture Club. The program began. The first number was a song by the boys ' quartet. As they sang, I said to myself, If they have singing like this here this is the place for me. Before I had awakened from this reverie, a girl was reciting. Just in the midst of a most realistic scene, she forgot what came next. The audience waited patiently and sym- pathetically while she recalled her thought; I decided, If this audince is always so sympathetic, this is the place for me. By the time the program was ended, and the critic had given her criticism, I felt sure that these were but common occurrences here, and I was convinced that there was no better place for me than the Modern Culture Club. — Murphy J. Sylvest. 3tttpr-i flrirht (HmttfHt The lights all burned blight in our old sembly hall, Bui Inese did not shine for a gay festival; For this was the night that the contest would be Between E. L. S., S. A. K., M. C. C! The first who arose in lhat old sembly hall Was Muiphy J. Sylvest, our o.ator tall; And then he was followed by Vera, so fair, Our bright young declaimer unequaled elsewhere. Next came the quartets; first the girls, then the boys. The singing of whom filled our hearts with great joys, And brought lo our minds once again vividly, The sweep lhat was made by our own M. C. C. At last all was o ' er and cheers had been given, Yes, all was o ' er, save the judge ' s decision. Out stepped Mr. Roy. Oh! what fate Tvouhl it be? Orations, quartets — all for you, M. C. C.l — Eunice Lawes. (123) Slnkrii mi ifl. (C. (£. fttrmbrra Miss Nuckolls (to her class) : Johnnie, what is velocit ' Johnnie: Velocity. Miss Nuckolls, is what a feller lets go of a wasp with. Mr. Thompson was leading in a room with quite a few em| tv (I air m It, when Mr. Whisenhunt appeared. Have you am extra chairs in here? Mr. Whisenhunt inquired. Sure, replied I hompson. glancing at the few pupils and the number ol .i«.int 1 1 .urs. That ' s exactly what I ain ' t got nothin ' else of but. I In- bell boy Inllowed Mr. Morris, a Louisiana State Normal graduate, to his room, with a pitcher of water. Water, sir. announced the boy. Water! said George, what do I want with water? I he room isn ' t on fire, is it? Well. (arlyle. raid his father, as Carlyle returned from the Normal after his En) term there, what did you learn at the Normal this term? Lots of things, answeerd (arlyle proudly, I learned always to say ' Yes, sir, ' and ' No, sir, ' and ' Yes. ma ' am. ' and ' No. ma ' am. ' Oh, vou did? Yep. Ehr (Marion (£all to ftt. (£.(£. Come one and all of the Culture C lull. Il lime lo get lo work. V c mini not break our rep lliu year. We must nol dulie shirk : I in ihe month of Maying. The month of  pnngtime '  own. We II gather in the laurel . r ' II reap just whal we ' ve kOWB l.rl ' j work for all lhal ' i modem :nn this year we ' ll rue . It un ' t hard lo go through Difficulties lo the tkiet. Anil when we ' ve rrai hed there, people. And think of plea u:e old. I.el ' t l:nt the heaven everywhere Willi mingled green and gold. — Lela Afford (124) tumtftiiffitt, JULUAWlUA iiUUWUUl JUiUi lErlrrlir ffiirrarg Swiptij Aiolto: Labsr is worship Colors: Purple end Gold Officers for the Fall Term 1915 Bernard Nelken President Joyner Colvin Vice-President Dewina Atkins Secretary Luther Roark Treasurer Julia Bains Critic Marjorie Atkins Editor Officers for the Winter Term 1915-16 Joyner Colvin President Graham Stuckey Vice-President Minnie Muscrove Secretary Rush Jemison Treasurer Thelma Seals Critic Josephine O ' Quinn ... Editor Officers for the Spring Term 1916 Graham Stuckey President Alice Fellows Vice-President Josephine O ' Quinn Secretary Thomas Carruth Treasurer Mary Hazzard Critic Mildred Watson Editor (127) k r« q vth )vX fc a% J t. C. . JFall anil lllintrr (lalruiiar nf Jmpnrtant fcurntfl Jan., 1915 — Eunice Adams and Eslclle Tanncrhillc defeats S. A. K. in the prelim- inary debate. Apr. 10, 1915 — Extemporaneous program given after the regular program. Miss Nunez wins the Ananias cl ampionship. Apr. 16, 1915 — Bernard Nelken and Lester Montegul prove themselves modern disci- ples of Webster and Lincoln by winning in the final debate with M. C. C May 5, 1915 — Lanier Patton sells her patent on society dignity to the joint partners, Helen Freeman and Clara Tarxer. May, 1915 — Mary Lou Smitl.erman wins the declamation for E. L. S. in the inter- society contest. Sept. 18, 1915 — -Reunion of E. L. S. memhn-. Oct 30, 1915 — Jumping-J.uk Stuckejf propounds the eternal question, Does it take two to make a motion? during the parhamenlarianship of Johnnie Hand. v l bright mind enables him to dispense with the scnices of a secretary. 20, 1915 — Frcshie Provost introduces a new custom into E. L. S., tl at of ad- dressing the Secretary .i- well as the President, the form being, Madame C hair- man and Mr. President Dec. 17, 1915 Mr. Nelken ' l fame kl B parliamentarian is brought to light in the inlcr- society contest. (134) Jan. 8, 1916 — Jiner Colvin, in his attempt to preserve order, raps a plank out of Lady Mac ' s table. Jan. 15, 1916 — The fairer sex in E. L. S., combining forces, assert their rights as women by giving an entirely feminine program. Jan. 22, 1916 — Boys in competition with girls, entertain the society with an exhibition of a meeting of the Bachelors ' Club. Feb. 26, 1 9 1 6 — -A Leap Year Program is given so that the girls may take advantage of Leap Year, and gratify the wishes of the Bachelors by making to them the desired proposals. •Parliamentary IGaui in IE. 31 8 . BERNARD Nelken, Parliamentarian. Julia Bains, Secretary. Parliamentarian — What is the pleasure of the society? Joyner Colvin — Mr. Chairman, I move that we ask Miss Varnado to let the boys dance with the girls in dining-hall every Saturday night. Mary Tanner — Second the motion. Parliamentarian — It has been moved and seconded that Miss Varnado ask us to let the girls dance with the boys in dining-hall every Satruday night. Any discussion? James Monk — I object to this idea, for there might be some boys in here that are mortgaged property. Estelle Thornton — I ' m sure you will all excuse Mr. Monk. R. W. Kemp — -Mr. Chairman, I rise to a point of information: Shall the married men be allowed to participate in the dancing? Graham Stuckey (who had been bobbing up at irregular intervals during the drill) — Mr. Chairman, er — oh, I forgot what I was going to say. Dewina Atkins — Mr. Chairman, I propose that we amend the motion by inserting the word club before the word boys. Julia Bains (forgetting her secretaryship) — I object! Bernard Nelken (also forgetting his position, whispering to Julia) — Aw, crazy! Don ' t you know that we don ' t mean what we say in parliamentary law drills? Julia (loudly)— I don ' t care; I meant that. Gertrude Hall — Mr. Chairman, I move that we adjourn. Parliamentarian (rapping on desk) — Last speaker out of order! Marjorie Atkins — I move the previous question. Murphy Rogers — Division. Josephine O ' Quinn — I move that we have our three faculty visitors, Miss Moore, Dr. Hazzard, and Miss Newell, talk to us. Timekeeper (seeing all three teachers assume dignified airs and begin to rise) — Time! -Minnie Musgrove. (135) an Ihr E K. I Uil to iher. I I )d)  UK Il  r li. r brtl ' I Kr irn.n all may ;ur  X hy from among ihe rr«l. r Iti r n lo ihrr lo.ingly, at ihr onr moil bletl. Our love (or lliee it ihut. Because lo thee we belong, ml ihou belong si lo ut; So who could deem il wrong If lovr and praise lo thee be ihe ihr me of our  ong ' — Berlha IVr.r }Jrn iluiiui i iirifUitr W hen on ihe p ogram I am put To serve in L. L. S.. lit almotl more lhan I can do. For fear o ' ercomet my etl. t. ' €. i llrlls I lol I lr ' II.. ' ||r ' Hoi Mr ' I I. .1.1 Ma ' Me 1 H«l Mr ' I ' urple and Gold! I I S.I I I 3.1 We ' re ihe ,,..wd. F.. LS.II I 3.1 Big and loud. To hear my name sendt thrills of pain All up and down my spine. And makes my knees bolh quake and shake. And muddles up my mind. And ihen. al last. I lake my seal. Rejoii mi; lhal lis o ' er. Bui |oy it thort-lived. when I find I dry seek for an en Vilh grim detpair I rite and I Anil do mv -rv l.-sl For fear and d cad are ovrnome. When tei in; I I 3 I )rw in.i Aikin Raise our colon lo behold Royal purple, yet. and gold! mi can I calch ut if you ii . If you  ay  o. you ' re a — . Whoop! whoop! WO er! 1 IS.! E. LS.II L S.l Rah. rah. rah! l oom. hah! Right on lop, I lere nr are! bo . r tan I v.«ii |Vj We ' re ihe to. I I - , BwkwB After Knowledge Floreer: Marechal Niel Rose Colors: White and Gold Officers for the Fall Term 1915 Matt BUATT President Lane Grigsby Vice-President Lucille Meredith Secretary Don Dulany Treasurer L. P. Ayo Sergeanl-at-Arms Zaidee Boatner Critic Gladys Latham Editor Officers for the Winter Term 1915-16 James Norred President Don Dulany Vice-President Esther Brown Secretary Lane Gricsby Treasurer Ecan Crawford Sergeanl-at-Arms Irma Scott Critic Margaret Pickels Editor Officers for the Spring Term 1916 Don Dulany President Sanford Roy Vice-President Elaine Lazaro Secretary Marjorie Oliver Treasurer FRANK PeNZ Sergeanl-at-Arms Mary Lazaro Critic Annie D. Corbett Editor (139) nrr-  if? AJ P-avl Y , i r TW, l«- rn  £j i eSa.ru a 11 E hu rant J, IWuMs-e i,4Tt ' ! M I ( 5 V i Markka Fou.o  v k r j i 6eHodfeS. Cai ' oiynV oie-n Sarol, Cade. S n-ford Tt ' o y Id: - (xladvsRcse. 5aU-n.?eJ v |eiaActfy,. £? Crawford -y •Jac. Gra v-alki L= fr ft V Eliia.bs.th. Wed Carrie (yotdberg ir.Gia.Du.rri OuA (id GTfsci ' Hermyi Bell MATT BuATT LlLLA BoRDELON Glad - RrINGHI R-I Gladvs Cole ( rrie Addison ' [Hi I)l Kl I M m rtha formy compton frere Beatrice Foret Sarah Cade Grace Doty Gi ryais Ford Rosalie Goldberc Gladys Grecc Corinne Gol ' rm Bertha Lucile Aaron Ethel Bailey Jac Gray Lane Grigmh Avu Ai 1 1 N v Bell Aike Callaghvn Daphne Cappell Mvrjorie Connor Nn i it Bini m VMI1 IE CoURREGE Irine ChAFI I KN Kl MP! R C HI I IN- Ecan Crawford I i i ii 1 1. DeBliex f nftrst Uinlrla Modest Violet | Bessii I) wi-. Don I)i i INI Iri Fairi hii i) Carrie Goldberc Ethel Hawkins Fannii White Star Jasmines (?) Al Ml GlAMI I l.ONI M ry Haas Mm de Hocan Sy l 1 I llMI I R American Beauties (?) Rosalie Harper Eloise Larche Kviie Morgan Cora Mil i i r Ra in i Norcress Neilson Clinging Vines (?) Louise Hodges I In en Jones lie ii.le Long Elaine Lazaro Xi.nias (Old Maids) (?) Annie D. Corbett John I on i i not Ouida Gibson Norma Gi iscard Margiiriii Kelsoe Pinks of Pi km noN (?) n hh [wing I bel Bergeron I I 1 l I l I I IR l I I II C ' .RVI KaTHAMNI Mil 1 f R Lillian Moore Elizabeth I ' iirieoy ii 1 i J i Pi vri 1 1 i.i ndre M R . RI T Pkkeu Annie Rogers VlRCINIV Rl -l I I hn Mn blrn Zula Richard Gladys Rose Annie Saal M rie Toups nn Ri in Nlttall Esthi R Rl NIHROP Carrie Roussell Edna Savant Euse SCHABFl Am i ini Dxrnall I II 1 l N Ml I HI R I MI I Norred Anni I imi i - Evelyn W ' ommm k I M I VRf.l II R Mart Lazaro W ii m Pi ri i i r Ri hedge Ini Wiiiivms Win Phillips I l c II I I Rul NTREE v n i ord Roy • Yoiers I nn Weber Elizabeth Win (146) Esther Brown Zaidee Boatner estelle bacot Ruth Conerly Anna Kirkpatrick Erline Johnson Myra Arj Katherine Breazeale Edith Ford Camile Guyton Mildred Blumenthal Georgia Bourgeois Lucille Burleigh Florence Dorr Butterfly Flowers (?) Lydia Kidd Gladys Latham Mary Alice Larche Verna Lilly Pearl McVea Wallflowers (?) Hazel Ducas Mary Haynes Katherine Marston Sensitive Plants (?) Mary Hamilton Mabel Methvien Fairy Queens (?) Doris Davidson Edna Fant Evlyn Jefferson Louise Kelsoe Marjorie Oliver Nita Oden Irma Scott Katie McSween Rose Taylor Carolyn Wooten Lucille Meredith Elizabeth Webster Frank Penz Evelyn White solance melanson Thelma Powell hulda stoessel Ruth Williams ®1jp (JPwstum Oft and again, when pondering I muse, A question flits across my wandering brain Vanishing unanswered, to return again. Why do I love thee, S. A. K, nor choose I but to love lhee That I cannot tell! The day never comes but brings thy dreams to me. And dreaming, though I know I love thee well, There comes ihe joy of greater love for thee. If to a mother, loving, meek, and mild, The lips of lisping child upon her knee, Should frame the query, Why dost thou love me? The mother, as in wilderment she smiles, Would answer, ' Tis because thou art my own. Given to me to love and love alone. In failh, Tis true, thou art exceeding fair; Glistening gold the ringlets of thy hair, Those ruby lips, the great blue eyes that shine With the depths of inexpressive love divine Are made to love; but not for these love I. I love thee with a love that ne ' er can die, I love thee, little one, because ' tis thee. (147) So, S. A. K., if thou shouldsl wondering ask Why do I love thee well and thee alone, I ' d answer, Tis because thou art my own. And loving thee is my exquisite task. A lask exquisite thought it brings to me Heartaches and gladness of a mixed degree; ' Tis true, dear one, ihou art exceeding fair, But not for thy virtues do I love declare; Not for the vict ' ries of days past and gone; Not for hidden glories, success unknown; Though failure and despair should thee overtake, In sorrow or in grief, I ' ll ne ' er forsake, I love thee, S. A. K, because ' lis thee. — Rose Taylor (Current Sauce) Ulir ix (Critical {Irrinfts in thr Eif nf an A. LK. ittrmhrr I I 1 MBER 4. 1915— Joined S. A. k. night before last. When we were sworn in and had to answer solemnly I do, I felt just as if I re being married — only I had an absolutely uncontrollable impulse to giggle. During the parliamentary law drill, the motion was passed to have the new members make speeches, and — poor little freshie that I was — I was scared pea-green and sky-blue-pink. Of course. I disgraced myself utterly by hopping up. and declaring th.it I KM could speak in public. Everyone positively roared! Such is life! Dec. I I. 1915 — Served on the program for the first time l. -t night, and was excruciatingly terrified. My knee knocked together and my teeth chattered, so that I know the society heard — even Catherine M anion and Compton Ircre, way back in the furthest corner on the last row. Dec. 18, 1915 — What do you think? I was made chairman of the committee to get up yells for the parliamentary law contest. Me! I! Myself! Who never was known to do an original thing in the whole 1 8 years, 5 months, 3 weeks, and 1 days of my uneventful life. Last night I practiced yells in my room until the whole upstain of A building, led by my outraged roommate, smothered me with pillows and threat- ened to banish me from A forever. I tl ink of yells in the day time; I dream of them by night; but. even if I do say it myself, those yells are darting. I hey beat the ones M. C. C. and E. L. S. have all to pieces. Dec. 20, 1915 — Goodnes- ' I can hardly write. I ' m so completely overcome with joy! We D ' on. ' Think of it! We tfon the Parliamentary Lavt Contest. Mr. Norred. our representative, was perfectly} wonderful. What that man doesn ' t know about Pal liamentary law isn ' t worth knowing. Hurrah for S. A. k. ! Hurrah! 1 nevei so happy since I ' ve been on Normal Hill. Jan. 8. 1916 — No rest for the wicked. I ' ve come to tie conclusion that the devil does not take care of his own. Some more work for yours truly. I ' m on the Dec- orating Committee. We do ha e fun, though, I can ' t deny — too nunh fun. Mi. Roj thinks. Last Saturday afternoon, all of us on the committee were up in S. A. k. hall dec- orating, when in walked V. L. John Fontenol wai il tl at moment balanced on the topmost round of the ladder, hanging Japanese 1. interns. When he turned and saw Mr. Roy. I don ' t know what he thought, but 1 e turned loose all hold and came down k r- plunlf right in the middle of the room! He did look ridiculous, and we all howled — even V. L. John, poor fellow, ih laid up in the Shack with a dislocated wrist, I bandaged head, and a sprained ankle. (I- Jan. 15, 1916 — Had my first date for society last night! Of course, I was highly excited. I felt more on. my P ' s and Q ' s than if it had been my coming out ball, or the opening night of the opera, or some other very exciting event. It is indeed true that pride goeth before a fall, for today I ' m truly in the depths of despair. never made a hit at all, and I thought I looked simply a thing of beauty and a joy forever! You never can tell what kind of impression you are going to make. The hoy I went with wrote notes to the girl who sal on the other side of him the whole enduring evening! Did you ever hear the like? I felt like a wilted rose! DonYtell me about these Normal boys — abnormal, yes. I ' m completely disgusted with that species of humanity called man. Henceforth I shall have eyes for nothing but S. A. K. — it ' s the only thing I love on Normal Hill. — Anne Towles. 1 an fttnrtiir iBiuirn ith  p«de and Irowel.  o they uy, I inward plod our weary way — Oh. don ' l tay weary, for I know I hat we moil always like lo go — To Morlar Board. The last nighl of ihe week we meet; Our leader holds ihe honor  eal ; Our tecrelary next in plair. Begins ihe roll with thoughtful face — i Mortal Board. Our program follows, full of zest, VI ith all our members at their b st: VI ith music, song, and stories old, hy lots of funny things are told — At Mortar Board. Our members leave us every term. VI hene ' er their credits they have earned; lo higher duties they will rUC, Although they leave with many sighi — From Morlar Board. And we are proud as we can be As every year we watch and see I he honors thai ihey win up there. Win !i come from work, and thought, and care. In Morlar Board. — Camille Dreyfus. Bull. Mil. hell. (150) iUoriar Inari gwteijj Colors: Black and Gold Floiver : Black-eyed Susan Motto: With plumb and level Officers for the Fall Term 1915 Charles Webb President Gladys Durham Vice-President America Stuckey Secretary R. E. Williams Treasurer Elizabeth Webster Critic Lurline Clark Editor Margery Amiss Chorister Harvey Moreland Serjeant-at-Arms Officers for the Winter Term 1915-16 Burton Weaver President Mildred Hill Vice-President Pearl Cockfield Secretary Willie Freeman Treasurer Camille Aaron Critic Camille DeBlieux Editor Ruth Mitchell Chorister Walter Teekel Sergcanl-at-Arms Officers for the Spring Term 1916 Walter Teekel President Roy OrTMEYER Vice-President Mildred Hill Secretary Jeff Sellers Treasurer Emily Mason Critic Jewell Allison Editor Josephine Bryan Chorister Winston Shively Sergeant-at-Arms (153) r fin m nut ®lj? ilnrtar Inari Swtrty Camille Aaron Harry Ake Annie Ruth Allen Jewell Allison Olie Baugh J. D. Berley Oma Bivens Emma Bohn Anastasia Bonin Ivy Bordelon Mamie Bowman Josephine Bryan Erie Buatt Alma Castleman Maude Chaney Pearl Cockfield Mattie Collins I rone Colton Rose May Conley Florence Corkern Sadie Cunningham Irving Davis Members Camille DeBlieux Marguerite Desadier Rita Dezendorf Alma Doerl Camille Dreyfus Florence Ducgan Naoma Emerson Mae Emmons Stella Mae Ensminger Bessie Ford Garnet Fowler Dorothy Freeman Willie Freeman Shirley Fuller Grace Gayer Carrie Gelhausen Gladys Glover Julia Griffin Myrtle Haile Mabel Hawkins Allyne Haynes Mildred Hill Norma Hill Eunice Holmes Mamie Hunter La Vera Jackson Gertrude Killen Francis Lawler May LeBrun Grace Lindsey Lilline Locan Emily Mason Mabel McCoy Beatrice McGrew Gladys Miller Ruth Mitchell Marvin Montgomery Minnie Moreland Martha Morrison Estelle Norman Roy Ortmeyer Maud Parker Una Prudhomme Lucien Rogers Jeff Sellers Winston Shively Lizzie Dell Smith Eva Stoker Walter Teekell Josephine Tauzin Hattie Ruth Vaughn Esther Wemp Eva Westberry Ollie Wigley Mae Williams Caro Williamson Alva Young (155) (Our fllruilit fHnrtar ffinarttera Lillme (seeing the hydrometer on the chemistry table): Is that the thermometer . u tell your fortune with? Mr. St Amanl: Miss Fowler, name one power of the president? Miss Fowler: He has the power to ordain minister . Miss Newell: Miss Morgan, name some of the characteristics of fats. Miss Morgan: first, they are good-natured — Miss Newell: Second — Miss Morgan, sit down. Ruby Dean (on hearing remarks of the critic at her first visit to the Mortar Board) : W ' ll. Camille, I ' d like to know what she ' s got to do with it, I think she ' s got her nerve. ( .imille (leaning dejectedly over the desk): Say, Stell. what is sulphur like? I ' ve eaten a pound, and I can ' t make it taste like anything. Mr. St. Amant: Mr. Moreland, who was the great American who helped to draw up the constitution? Mr. Moreland: That man was Abraham Lincoln. fttnrtar fBnarft JJarliamrntarij ICaut Drill Chairman — What ' s the pleasure of the house? (Silence and suppressed giggles.) Chairman (rapping nervously on the desk) — I say — er — what ' s the pleasure of the house? Mr. Weaver — Mr. President, I move that we get some more members, so we can have some more money, so we can buy some more pennants. Feeble Voice from the Corner — Second the motion ! Chairman — It ' s been motioned and seconded that we get some more money, so we can buy some more members, so we can have some more pennants Any discussion? Willie Freeman — I rise to a point of exclamation. Chairman — Well, sit down again. You are out of order. What ' s the further pleasure of the house? Ruth Mitchell — Mr. Chairman, I move that the young men meet the young ladies at the door every Saturday night, and show them to a seat. Chairman — It ' s been motioned and seconded — Mr. Ake — It hasn ' t been seconded. ( liairman — It has! Mr. Ake — Who seconded it? Chairman — 1 did. and that ' s sufficient. It ' s been motioned and seconded that the young men meet the young ladies at the door and sew them to a sheet every Saturday night. Any discussion? (Loud laughter.) Chairman (rapping vigorously on desk) — The society will please — Time! And with a sigh of relief, the chairman gives up his office to another more brilliant than he. (tori? jfranrma OFFICERS DU CERCLE FRANCAIS Terme d ' Ete Anna Bell PresUente Beatrice Foret Vice-Piesidente Cecile Trecrz Secretaire Frank Penz Tresoriere Marie Louise Arnaud .... Editeur Nellie Glasscock Critique Margery Amiss Sergeant d ' Arme Alma Garland Sergeant d ' Arme Terme d ' Automne LoDERIC Ayo Pi esidente LuciLE SlBLEi Vice-Presidenie Frank Penz Secretaire Mary Louise Arnaud .... Tresoriere Frances Proffitt Editeur Cecile Tregre Critique Jeanne Perret Sergeant d ' Arme HONORINE GalY Sergeant d ' Arme Terme d ' Hiver LUCILE Sl3LEV Presidenle AlMEE MaLRi V ice-Presidenle Lilian Nunez Secretaire EsTELLE LeJeune Editeur Aline Gianelloni Tresoriere Julie Melancon Critique Francis Lawle?. Sergeant d ' Arme Kate Landry Sergeant d ' Arme (1 7) •Y-i-i-i i Vri:H IC? (Unite iFrattrata MEMBRES Camille Aaron Margery Amiss Marie Louise Arnaud loderic ayo Jules Barre Anna Bell Emma Bohn Anastasia Bonin Marie Bonvillain Ivy Bordelon Winnie Bouanchaud Lucile Burleigh Evangeline Butler Eleanor Cazes Janestine Coats Evelyn Coco Lorna Kemper-Collins Rose Marie Conley Camille Courrege Lily Crenshaw Lydie Dardeau Camille Dreyfus Cleo Dupre Beatrice Foret Liby Belle Foye Madison Funderburk Honorine Galy Alma Garland Aline Gianelloni Nellie Glasscock Myrtle Haile Kitty Hamner Lilian Hart Sophie Haydel Mary Helm Julia Holland Blanche Jewell Eva Lou Joffrion Kate Landry Odette Lasseicne Mme. Laurents Francis Lawler May LeBrun Cora Miller ESTELLE LEjEUNE Emily Mason Aimee Maurin Rowena McGrew Juiia Melancon Blossom Meyers Belle Plauche Daisy Roux Emily Poche Clarence Roy Frances Proffitt Frances Selman Mathilde Provosty Lucile Sibley Grace Rhodes Leila May Smith Ruth Rhodes Edythe Smith Frank Ricard Ada Saileau Lilian Nunez Esther Nunez Valentine Olinde Frank Penz Jeanne Perret Irma Perret Elvira Torres Cecile Tregre Lynn Weber Blanche Weems Ollie Wigley Isabelle Wile Catherine Winters (159) ICatm (tthtb Colors: White and Gray Flower: Acanthus Motto: Antiquos t ' lesauros pelere Officers for the Fall Term 1915 Mary Lazaro President Bertha Pierce Vice-President KATHERINE MarsTON Secretary Jessie Lee Connell Treasurer Gladys Latham Critic Officers for the Winter Term 1915-16 Gladys Latham President Gladys Durham Vice-President Jessie Lee Connell Secretary Marcaret Moresi Treasurer Annie Ruth Nuttall Critic Members Ethel Abincton Alton Alford Ressie Averette Mamie Bowman Ruth Conerly Jessie Lee Connell Jessie Douglas Gladys Durham Olympe Darce Lou Durand Bessie DeBlieux Xenia Fuller Emma Fuchs Rosalie Coldberg Mamie Criffith Mary Jackson Odelle Jones Gladys Latham May B. Lester Mary Lazaro Elaine Lozaro Lilline Logan solance melancon Katherine Marston Ruth Mitchell Katie McSween Florence McCartney Marcaret Moresi Sybil Mpore Anna Ruth Nctall Eunice Odom Florence Olano Betha Pierce Grace Purnell May Pellerin W. J. Robertson Elise Scharff Irma Scott Eva Stoker Beatrice Watson Thelma Zelenka (161) Satin (Club The Latin C lub is now a little more than a year old, but in its short life great results have been achieved. The interest of the mem- bers and the nature of the work have been the chief factors in its success. Future members of the club will derive much benefit from the work of the fall term, for the work has been left in h« form of charts, emphasizing the relationship between Latin and English, and also show- ing that Latin is far from being a dead language. These charts have been prepared by groups of members of the club and have been used as numbers on the various programs. Many interesting topics, for which the classroom does not offer time, have been studied by the club. In fact the programs offer nothing less than a detailed study of Roman History. To those who are interested in a study of Latin and wish to gain a knowledge of the ancients, together with our relation to them, the Latin club offers a cordial invitation to come and follow the club motto, Antiqoes Thesauros Petere. (162) Okmtnttporanj Eltft QHuh Officers for the Fall Term 1915 Murphy J. Sylvest President Don D ulany Vice-President Edmond Corkern Secretary Laura Hewitt Treasurer Officers for the Winter Term 1915-16 Don Dulany President Lee Himler Vice-President Rachel Norcress Secretary Lesley Richardson Treasurer Officers for the Spring Term 1916 Edmond Corkern President Thelma Seals Vice-President Jessie Taylor Secretary Mary Thicpen Treasurer (163) Qlontnttpnrarg IGtft (ttlitb M EMBERS Eleanor Averre Katie McSween Zaidee Boatner J. E. McMeans Hermye Belle Lucille McAnn DURWARD BABIN Mary Etta Murray Edmond Corkern Theda Murray Adeline Darnell Rachel Norcress Florence Dorr Viola Neilson Don Dulany Hazel Pittard Rena McFarland Carrie Morse Pharr Lelia Fuller Lesley Richardson Alice Fellows Esther Rentrop Elizabeth Forcey Murphy J. Sylvest Alma Garland M. H. Stinson L. E. HlMLER A. D. St. Amant Sylvia Himler Eva Stoker Laura Hewitt Thelma Seals Anna Hays Hazel Stovall Maud Hocan Mary Tanner Mary Hamilton Jessie Taylor Carrie Bell Lee Mary Thigpen May B. Lester Edna Williams Tal Larcuier Florida Watson R. E. Williams (165) 9 V A 1 ' s - 1 V . ' ' „t ! fgT r T Woman ' s S iui ij fflltth Officers for the Winter Term 1915-16 Anna Bell President Hilda Moody Vic:-President Mary Lazard Secretary Marjop.ie Atkins Treasurer Officers for the Spring Term 1916 Gladys Latham President MarjORIE CoNNCR Vice-President Edna Fant Secretary Lorna Kemper-Collins .... Treasurer (167) tjmuuj Iflmnatwi tuiUf (Club M EMBERS MtVA Amiki - Elaine Lazaro Dewina Atkis- Mary Lazaro Eleanor Averre May B. Lester Marjorie Atkin- Lucille Long Anna Bell Ruth Macuire Ji l I a BOWM N Pi vri. McVea Esther Brows DULCIE MOBLEY |i-me Lee Connell Hilda Moody Marjorie Covmk Misnie Muscrove Edna Fant Rachel Norcress Alice Fellow Auce Sou I N Lelia Fuller Frances Sellman Gertrl.de Hall Hazel Stoval Kathleen Harrh i Vera Stacc 1 l K 1 ll Will Jessie Taylor Lorna Kemper-Collins Catherine Thorp Gladys Latham Mary D. Upton (168) Houtuj Human ' s i tufcg (Elub The Young Woman ' s Study Club was organized by ihe young ladies of the school in the winter of 1915 for the purpose of studying the history of the home, the modern sociological problems that affect the lives of women, and current topics. Miss Roberta Newell has had the organization in charge. During the winter and spring terms several prominent speakers addressed the club. Two worthy of mention were Dr. Hazzard and Mr. Aage Fredricks, the former giving an extensive discussion of Shakespeare ' s women; the latter, of the place of women in the musical world. mam Stye Nnrmal Sani Charles Bercer Director Archie Breazeale Cornet Thomas Carruth Cornel Eric DeBlieux Cornel Forest Hedges Cornet Frank Printz Cornet E. W. Roberts Cornel Newton Voiers Cornet Ralph Aly Alto Earl Desadier Alto Dr. Hazzard Alio Fred Jackson Alto Pinkney Johnson Alto Walter Rosas Alto Lynn Weber Alio Thomas Williams Alio Harry Ake Clarinet LoDERIC Ayo Clarinet Porter Bahm Clarinet Robert Browne Clarinet Matt Buatt Clarin el STERLINC LeBlanc Clarinet Gerald Manning Frank Ricard . Warren Voiers Lucien Rogers . Clarinet Clarinet Clarinet Piccolo George Morris Saxophone Bernard Nelken Saxophone Sylvan Nelken Saxophone Willie Strange Saxophone Gervais Ford Trombone Harold Kaffie Trombone Fulton Plauche Trombone Willie Dunckelman Baritone Edwin McCluNG Baritone Leslie Callaway Bass Eugene Gibson Bass Gordon Peters Bass George Shively Bass Vannie Cook Snare Drum Milton Stinson Bass Drum Clarence Adams Bass Drum NORMAL BAND AT FAIR— WHOLE WEEK OF FUN, FROLIC AND GLORY FOR MR. BERGER AND BOYS. NE of the highest tributes ever paid the Normal was the official selection of the Normal Band to furnish the music for the entire week of the State Fair held in Shreveport November 2-9, inclusive. Mr. Berger, the bandmaster, left with the boys on Tuesday evening, and arrived at Shreveport about midnight of the same night. Everything was in readiness for their arrival, a committee along with expert cooks and waiters having gone a few days in advance for the purpose of arranging the tents and supplies for the convenience of the band upon its arrival. No trouble was spared in arranging for the comfort of the boys during their week ' s stay ; and Mr. Berger and the thirty boys composing the band declare that everything was arranged in a very homelike manner. Though there were several other bands at the Fair, the Normal Band was selected to furnish the greatest part of the music. Every day the Band was on duty, leading in the parades and playing for the amusement of the great crowds of people from all over the State. However, plenty of time was given them for enjoyment of the amusements offered. They had the opportunity of seeing the aeroplane flights, and the automobile races. (173) SCHOOL QUARTET ALTON ALFORD If. J. SYLVEST M. W. BEESON VILTON STENSON MR. ( H-NRLES BERGER Apnfitbfiljtp nf Prayer Officers for the Fall Term 1915 Emily Poche Secretary and Treasurer Solance Melancon Editor Officers for the Winter Term 1915-16 _ Members Lucy Aucoin Ruth Hymel Camile Aaron Henrietta Hebert Bertha Lucyle Aaron May B. Lester Marie Louise Arnaud Pearl Legendre Mildred Blumenthal Lois Locket Anatasia Bonin Clara McEnery Mabel Berceron Myra Milburn Aimee Maurin Georcia Bourgeois Cora Miller Emily Mason Sarah Cade Solance Melancon Lilian Nunez Alice Callaghan Emily Poche Camile Courrege Zula Richard Hazel Ducas Evie Thibodeaux Alma Doerle Winnie Toffier Lou Durand Freda Veazey Hortense DeLamotte Thelma Zelenka Beatrice Foret (179) Aiuuitlnihiy nf Jlraijrr The Apostleship of Prayer, or the League of the Sacred Heart, is a Catholic Association which has for its purpose the spiritual and moral uplift of its members. The League was organized here at the Normal in 1 906 by the C atliolic teachers and students, and has always exerted a powerful influence for good among those enrolled in its ranks. Meetings are held every Sunday afternoon and programs of a religious nature are rendered. These are very interesting, and generally consist of prayers, hymns, recitations, stories, selections from Catholic literature, including current events and spiritual readings. These devo- tional meetings give to the Normal girls and to all school girls a spirit of fraternity. The small fee contributed every term by its members aids in se- curing the best Catholic literature, which is kept in the Normal library. At Christmas time, and, in fact, whenever the occasion arises, donations are made to religious organizations throughout the state, and to other causes or institutions which call for charity. The Lepers ' Home never fails to receive its share. The League fosters Christian piety, and binds all who are en- rolled in its ranks to work for the betterment of themselves and other and for the relief of the unfortunate. (180) f nmtg ltam n QIljriBttan Aafinrtattnn MOTTO : I come that you may have light, and that you may have it more abundantly. OFFICERS Hilda Moody President Alma Garland Vice-President R. E. Williams Secretary Florence Dorr Treasurer Y. W. C. A. CALENDAR Summer Term 1 . Two members are sent to the Conference at Blue Ridge to gain new ideas for Y. W. C. A. work. 2. A play — The Rainbow Kimona — given. Fall Term 1 . Report of the Blue Ridge Girls. 2. Blue and Red contest for arousing interest in Y. W. C. A. 3. A Hallowe ' en party given by the losing side of the above to the winning side. 4. Talk by the Episcopal minister, Rev. Mr. Dickson. Winter Term 1 . Christmas Bazaar, netting a neat sum to the finances of the association. 2. Visit of Mr. Watkinson, a Mexican missionary. 3. Lecture on the Condition of Africa, by Rev. J. W. McQueen. 4. A reception given by Mrs. Williamson, at which a number of new members are enrolled. HAVE YOU BEEN TAGGED? Hello, have you been tagged? Tagged? No, I am a new girl. But I have been carded; that is, I have a card. Well, of all things! How did you escape? Didn ' t you know Y. W. C. A. was having a contest for new members? Well, from now on remember you belong to the Reds. Goodbye. I will come to go with you to the Association meeting Sunday. A friend at last, the new girl sighed as she returned to her room. SIDELIGHT ON Y. W. C. A. MEMBERSHIP CONTEST. Blue Girl: I want you to join Y. W. C. A. and be on the Blue side. Freshie — O-o-oh, I wouldn ' t join anything but E. L. S. for the world! (181) z - - u . ' z u: O -■ o z D o ®lje Eamhmu JKtttuma f ■■■■ ISS VARNADO walked to the center of the dining hall and announced, I wish to see Hilda Moody after tea. Goodness! What have I done now? gasped poor Hilda. With trembling knees she walked to the Dean ' s table, and announced herself. The Dean turned and said kindly, Hilda, I hear that Y. W. C. A. is short of funds; so what do you say about giving a little play? Hilda was struck dumb. She closed her eyes and opened them slowly; then the truth dawned upon her. Swiftly she recovered her voice. Would she like it? As Miss Varnado suggested the little school play called The Rainbow Kimona, the girls went eagerly to work, and idle moments were spent in learning the parts and in sewing on gay-colored kimonas. There was exactly one week in which to practice, and a stranger happening into the auditorium on the evening of their first rehearsal would have certainly thought that Bedlam had burst forth. The shrill commands of Miss Moore, the director, could be heard long before she could be seen. But for amusement, one should look at the stage! Sallie, who is a colored maid, repeatedly scares the other actors speechless by her screams of I ' s kilt! I ' s kilt! Miss Nellie — Oh, Is I kilt? and then laughter drowns all other practice. Julia, who plays the part of Juliet, persists in falling off the stepladder, which is her flower-bedecked balcony, and keeps poor Romeo so busy saving her life that there is little time left for Iovemaking. Hilda, the white-draped sleep-walker, sends creepy feelings up and down the actors ' backs with her glassy eyes and outstretched arms. Every actor is a star, and ambitious heads begin to dream of other footlights. At last the exciting day arrived. The Hill was in a fever of excitement and gayety. Rooms were sacked of all their gala array. Pictures and sofa pillows were hurried over to the auditorium to be used in turning the stage into a thing of beauty and a joy forever. But what of the young actors? Stage fright at the last moment took possession of them all. Gracious! I can never go before all these people, gasped poor Sallie, in a terrified whisper, and her black pig-tails shook from fright. Cut it, commended R. E., as she pushed Sallie, stumbling awkwardly into the sight of the expectant audience — and the play began. The sight of Sallie brought a burst of applause, for there she stood before a mirror with a beautiful hat of lace and ribbon on her pig-tailed head, and her big eyes rolling mischievously against their black background. Knees shook and voices trembled ; but everything went smoothly until Annie D. rushed off the stage in despair because Bones did not; turn the lights off. She had to be (183) sent back l ' M iiii.ido. Then came Hilda, (he sleepwalker, llunuj in trailing white. When ibe tntti.d llowly, .mil gave one unearthly glance at Julia, poor Juliet forgot play and all. and with a groan, gracefully fell off the stepladdcr. At last it was o er. Congratulations were received, and the happy troupe went home to bed, to dream of ghosts and feasts and loud applatl In tic heart oi Hilda there was great joy, because tin- V. W. ( ' . A. card would register fifty dollars on the morrow. ffiallinitr ' ru at l III. (L A.  N Hallowe ' en night there was much flutter and flurry ameng the girls be- cause all the V. W. C. A. girls, the faculty, and the faculty i •-. had been invited to a party in Boyd Hall Auditorium, otherwise known as the gym. At the appointed hour the guests began to arrive, and soon quite a number were assembled in the hall, which had for the once lost its gym look. Suspended from the beams by strings hung apples, which the girls werd trying in vain to bite. On cither side of the hall were placed tub- in which apples swam around in the water very invitingly. Groups of girls gathered around each tub; and with many shrieks of laughter and a few wet heads, every girl was supplied with an apple. To the right of the door was a table on which twelve candles were placed. The girls vied with each other as to who should be the first to see how soon she would be married. Soon, however, this end of the hall was deserted for the other, because the old witch had arrived and was telling fortunes. Her time was limited, but she told quite a few fortunes before she rode away on her impatient broomstick. After the witchs departure, the guc-t- were entertained by some fancy dancing by Miss Pearl Cockfield. Mr. Williamson next drew tic crowd about him by reading a stury about LiT Black Mosc and the Ghottee. While he was reading, tie ligl tl were turned low, and soon the .• i r I were peering into the dark corners to see if by any chance a few Ghostes had deserted Li I Blaik Mose for them. Later a peanut race, indulged in by tic faculty, alforded great amusement, as well as a race between two columns of girls. All too soon the bell began to ring out, Il ' i lime to go home! It ' s time to go home! It- warning pea! had to be heeded, however, and soon each girl was in her room with the memory of another delightful evening to store away, Elizabeth Weil. VOX DISCIPULORIUM NATCHITOCHES, LA., Idus Jan. MDCCCCXVI. Vol. 5 No. 1 VOX DISCIPULORIUM De Publicatione Hoc volumen et pro delectatione et bene- ficio a discipulis Scholae Normalis in repub- lica Louisianae publicatur, et ulimur Latina ut vobis et Latinam et Anglicam noscendas esse demonstremus si bene evenire velitis. Publicata singulis termmibus EDITORES PRO TERMINO: Gladys Durham Eunice Odom Emma Fuchs ADMIN1STRUM NEGOTII : Alton Alford Particula Loci Omnes discipuli de ludo, qui Die Gratu- landi fuit, non modo puellae sed etiam pueri concitabantur. Aliquae puellae cantus idoneos diei scripserunt et clamores qui faciebant ut nostri iuvenes ad victoriam concitarentur. Noslri pueri suam partem victoriamque adepti sun ' . Mense Novembris pueri Louisianae Col- legii ad Normalem venerunt ut ludum follis haberent. Nostri pueri fortiter pugnaverunt. Puera Louisianae Collegii ad finem pugna- bant, sed Normales pueri vicerunt ad numerum septuaginta contra nihil. Per ludum mulli clamores oriebantur a discipulis Scholae Normalis. Omnes ludo fructi sunt. Pueri Collegii inquiunt Veni- mus, vidimus, sed non vicimus. Latina societas facta a sociis ex Latinis classibus in Normali Schola in Re Publica Louisianae constanler progressa est. Magnus numerus sociorum attendit, atque exercitationes plenae sunt pro omnibus doctrinae. Exer- citationes habitae ante diem Kalendas De- cembris erant optimae habitae hoc termino. Tandem aliquando, O Discipuli, Hesperi- anos anhelantes pietatem, molientes stultitiam Rei Publicae Louisianae, pollicentes vobis atque huic rei publicae opes, ex Normali colle cum Iacrimis prosecuti sumus. Abiverunt, excesserant, evaserunt, ad grad- um admissi sunt, Nulla pernicies ad manum Hesperianorum iam comparabitur ab ilia saeva Facullate. Non enim iam inter manum Hesperianorum ilia sica F Praesis Roy versabitur. Ad gradum admissi sunt. Iura Feminarium Iam diu Feminae, in his periculis rei pub- licae yersamum. Percipite, quaeso, diligenter quae dicam, et ea penitus animis vestris menli- busque mandate. Refer ad senatum, et si huic ordini placet te suffragium iacere, te obtem- peraturam esse diets. Quid tandem to impedil? Mosne maiorum? Metusne invidiae? Quare, Feminae, incum- bite ad salutem rei publicae; circumspicite omnes procellas quae impendent nisi rovidetis. Decernite, decernite, corngile leges, et servate patriam. All i In Mo  i .(« !. .il l McrchimtN AdvorlifM in ( nrirni Sauce CURRENT SAUCE MUSIC ULPAKTMENT M KUI UKAS AMiltM HISIUM Ml HIM 11.11111.!. r iiin  F a J 9 ' MMM Tk. Srkoal .f Maw  Ho«nJii«« The orr r.lk of M itk ... Ik r« a« OURBO I  :«ilianu Ml tl lU Si,.i al — ■ ■ ' ■ ' I « |4 M nf tit. ' I rai In Tk K .• Vm « . 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HlMLER Ci ' cutaiion Manager (187) {lutjiaurri ftaff Business Managers ELS A instant M.C.C . . . Assistant S. A. K Literary Editor-in-Chief Gladys Latham Associate Editors hi. c. c. . Kmiiirim 1 ' hares Assistant Eunice Lawes S. A. K. . . . ' lanl Mary 1 lo st «. E. L S. . .Assistant . Dewina Atkis - 1 dar Board Editor Assistant Camille Dreyfus Ruth Mitchell Jo e Editor . Leta Alford Assistant Floyd J. Andrus Athletic Editor . R. Lane Grigsby Sanford Roy Mamie Bowmvs Art Staff Marguerite Traylor Assistants Am- Ai 1 1 m ( tun i ( ' i iton Mabel Barlow KaTHUIM Mirritt Hi 1 1 N IUrhk.m Josephine O ' Qi inn Al ICE CaLLAGHvn Rl III SroDGHILL Anna Dorman Graham Stumi (188) ftotpmtrrt Staff Class Literary Editors TENTH TERM Lurline Clark Zaidee Boatner, Chairman Marguerite Kelsoe Ruth Conerly Rachel Norgress Katherine Marston Marguerite Stewart Ruth Nuckolls Elizabeth Weil Bertha Pierce Garnet Zimmerman Esther Rentrop fifth TERM NINTH TERM America Stuckey, Chairman Edna Fant, Chairman Julia Bains Anna Howerton Una Prudhomme Gertrude Hall Margaret Pickels FOURTH TERM Kate Landry, Chairman EIGHTH TERM Margery Amiss Lucile Sibley, Chairman Anastasia Bonin Marjorie Connor Stella Mae Ensmincer Lou Durand Docia Foster Estelle Holly Lillian Oden third TERM Alma Doerle, Chairman Annie Ruth Allen Josephine Bryan seventh TERM Elizabeth Groesbeck Irma Scott, Chairman SECOND TERM Inez Allen Lorna Kemper-Ccllins Adeline Darnall Dorothy Freeman, Chairman Carrie Gelhausen Odelle Jones Alice Fellows Edith Ford Solange Melancon Francis Lawler Estelle Ncrman Ruby Dean Ott Sybil Moore Frances Proffitt Mildred Watson Spencer Pollard Cleo Williams sixth TERM FIRST TERM Honorine Galy, Chairman Willie May Jones, Chairman Irma Perret Myra Ake May Weaver (189) 9 t-L tk aw J f!het Jo ne ' 3 : A ( £ Qrv.n. ' i ' OWtf I am glad lo have you say that the new Potpoum ii nearly ready. I hope that you have received it by tin- time, .mil thai it baa fully come up to your expectations. 1-n I it funny how the memories of that little office and the friends and Mtociatc i of the place cling to one? There is nothing connected with old Normal I like to think of quite so well as the happenings m that lonnrdion — not even graduation day, for that was all plumed in advance, and we knew what WU going to happen a long time ahead. But in Potpourri office, all came with surprising pleasure, even Mr. Roy ' l compliment-. ( . Blan hard. (Business Manager. I ( M4.) (194) Wjat potpourri MmxxB ta Mt HAT does Potpourri mean to me? It means the heart of Normal life! Potpourri is to me all, all. It is the connecting link which consolidates the many phases of school life; it is the connecting link which serves to bind our school together. In classes, in societies, in athletics, even in our friendships, we are divided into bands that stand alone and apart. ' Tis said that a house divided against itself cannot stand. If this be true, how compelling is this binding force of Potpourri! In the face of many and varied di- visions, what would we do without this great force? Potpourri is the thing which binds us together — Potpourri is the thing which makes us one. It is the connecting link, also, because it serves to bind our hearts to the Normal in, Oh, so many ways! It is fixed and immovable, connecting us year after year with the past, with the present, with the future of the Normal, and with everything that we love about our school. The faculty, our classmates, our friends, the campus, the buildings, are ever with us, locked securely within the heart of Potpourri. We can never turn the pages of our book without beholding scenes that are absent, yet ever dear, and the faces of friends whom we may never behold again except as Potpourri reflects them to us. What does Potpourri mean to me? Potpourri is ever to me a priceless treasure, growing evermore as Father Time silently mows the years one by one. It will be a treasure that money cannot buy, for Potpourri truly becomes dearer than all, dearer than all. Rose Taylor. An ApprmattDtt We, the staff, regret deeply that on account of illness, Miss Rose Taylor was forced to resign the editorship of the 1916 Potpourri. We wish to express our hearty apprecia- tion for the help she has rendered us by contributing to our book. We know that al- though she has been away in body, her thoughts and good will have been with us in spirit. (195) Jin Jhitymtrri (Mir O wad  ur pOWCI ihe glflic gic Ul lo lirat ourtelt at ilhcrt hear u ! Now, everyone gel to work. — Miss Moore ' s voice. I want a pencil. Does blank crse have to be — Oh, I don t like that — me on and show your wit. No. -ir! We can ' t have cuss words in this book! For the love of Mike! Cao ' l that quartet cut out that howling next door? What are those things that — ? Shut up, I can ' t think! NX I o can give me a cute definition for cabbage? I haven ' t a bit of sense. -, 1 ou made me spell attempt backwards. Did Shakespeare say, ' Early to bed, early to — ' ? My brain feels like a scrambled egg. Miss Moore, in a few minutes I ' ll say something! I ' ve smashed this t y pewr ite again. In ite those howling Dervishes to shut up before I go wild. ■- . w ho knows the ten commandments? I do; ' The Lord is my Shepherd ' — Inez Alli v Thi it ihr rnd of a ptifect dummy (Near ihr rnd of a nighl. loo). W hrn my lure] body fcrl almotl likr a mumm But we ' ve gone a Potpourri through! — Mary Tooke (a butinot manager, 1915). (1%) ohk ' ye O ' o i ' -vr ®fj? Jfaothall Season HE football season of 1915 was talked of, no little bit, fully six months before time. Old men, new men, green men, and the getting of Lafayette ' s goat were the topics of conversation. Youngblood is sure coming. Hill from Monroe High said he was coming. Nellcen, left end. Grigsby looks fairly good; no experience, though. Norred at center. Man, man, some team! said Coach. These are only a few samples of the many expressions heard during the six months before the season. The season began with a string of good men entirely unexpected. Youngblood did not come, but there was Crawford, once a star at L. S. U ; Sam Henry, a man among men, from Ruston ; and Richardson, a dandy. These men were a surprise to Coach, for he had not even dreamed of such a turn-out for the 1915 season. Having many inexperienced men to train, Coach Prather had a difficult task to accomplish. However, he set to work with a will, and at the end of the season (and it is to be regretted that it came so late) the football team of the Normal was fully able to compete with even L. S. U. SCORES Monroe High Normal St. Charles College 25 Normal Louisiana College Normal Ruston 20 Normal Louisiana College Normal Lafayette Normal 134 7 52 7 74 14 R. L. Grigsby. FOOTBALL LINE-UP 1915 H. Lee Prather Coach Egan Crawford Full Sterlinc LeBlanx Quarter Lane Gricsby Half M. N. Stafford Half Bernard Nelken, Captain Left End James Monk Right End J. B. FOURNET Tackle Sam Henry Tackle J. B. Fontenot J. J. Richardson Guard R. B. Prestridce Guard James Norred Center William Holton End J. D. Hand End W. PoiMPOEUF Quarter Jules Barre Quarter H. W. Beeson Half Homer Carter Half Guard (199) Normal Buries LaFayettes Goat on Turkey Day HIS day, I know, will never be forgotten, at least not by the members of our team. At first it looked as though it might rain, but soon a very cold wind sprang up, dispelling all such thoughts. The game was called at 2:30 o ' clock. It was for a few minutes preceded by a very interesting burial of Lafayette ' s goat. The procession entered the grounds escorted by our mascot, Mr. Ayo, who was leading a huge Angora goat. He was followed by six men carrying the coffin, which held the hoped-for fighting spirit and determination of S. L. I. I. Then came our pastor of such occasions, Mr. Alford, who, in turn, was followed by a long procession of mourners. As this strange sight dawned upon the vision of the large crowd on the grandstand, everyone became silent. On came the funeral march until it halted directly in front of the stand, where our pastor, wearing a profound look, sorrowfully performed his solemn ceremony. The coffin was slowly lowered until it rested peacefully at the bottom of the grave. Then it was covered, while the pastor delivered the last few lines of the burial ceremony: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we ' ll beat S. L. I. I. or surely ' bust ' . The game was called. Normal received, and by straight line plunging, in which every man had to be a man, the ball was carried over for a touchdown by Crawford. This required only four minutes of time. Neither team was able to score until the last few minutes of play, when an on-side kick was perfectly executed by Normal, which netted another touchdown. Barre, having been in the game only a few minutes, took the ball from Grigsby ' s toe; and before the audience or S. L. I. I. could realize what was being done, he had scored. The game ended with the score : Normal 1 4, S. L. I. I. 0. GjUh.y YVHAT LJ I. THOUGHT OF LS.N ' 5 FOOTBALL SQUAD. Bfanual ' Simstrrs When I. I. I. and Normal (all in line. X r re going lo w,n ,rlc 8 mf another lime. For L. S. N. boy« know juil how lo play. And we will carry off the honor of the day. Hurrah! So come and cheer for ever nr. And you will tee )u l what our boy have done. For beating L. I. I. ii lol of fun — See them run. rah! rah! rah! March, march, on down the line. Yelling for Normal! WE have the team that wini. nd none can compare. We ' ll give a loud cheer for our men. Se how they run! L. I. I. will fight lo the end. But we will win! If you think you can beat the Normal, You ' ve a long way lo go! If you think you can beat the Normal. All of us you ' ll have lo  how ! r have come here with brain and muscle, M ' but you ' re loo slow! If you think you can beat the Normal, We II all say No! No! (202) (204) laakrtball HIS year saw Normal ' s most successful season in basketball, as well as the best team ever representing the school. Only two of last season ' s men were in school this season — Captain Beeson and Sanford Roy. But there came from the Model School Gimbert and Breda; and of the new men, Davis, Rogers, Crawford, Grigsby, and Frere, made the valuable men. That the team was going to be a strong one was proved in the open- ing game, against L. S. LL, in which the veteran team won out in the last few seconds of play by a 24-22 score. This was the first and last def c 1 of the season. The most noteworthy feat of the season was the winning of three straight games from the strong team of Louisiana College. The game on their court was won by a score of 17-15, while the scores on the home court were 27-19 and 24-23. These victories gave us the undisputed championship of the Association. The success of the team is due largely to the close guarding of our men and to the accuracy with which they were able to locate the basket. Our team work was not as good as that of some teams which we defeated. But close guarding under the goals kept the score down. Roy and Grigsby played forward throughout every game except for a few minutes in the last game, when Frere and Gimbert were substituted. The scores speak for their work. Both are aggressive, steady, and heady players; and both could locate the basket with accuracy. Davis at center played a strong, consistent game, and added many points to those scored by the forwards. Davis is captain of next season ' s team. Beeson, Rogers, and Breda were the regular guards; and the fact that 24 was the highest score recorded against our team, and that by L. S. U., speaks for itself. Beeson and Rogers also scored from the field consistently. Breda, however, was content with keeping the other team from scoring, and very few goals were made against him. (205) E. § . 11. us. -Xnnnal 1 111 I OUtsiana liters met the Normal basketball team on the local court, Novemba 21, I ' M ' ). Al it WM jusl a few days before the Christmas holidays, everyone was in high spirits, and enthusiasm ran to the highest point. If there was one game on the Normal schedule that she wanted to win it was this one; and if there was one thing that L. - s . U. did not want, it was to be beat by the Normal team. From the first sound of the whistle, every man was alert and working. Neither team seemed able to get many points ahead, and the Normal rooters would almost hold their breath in the excitement of watching the ball roll round and round the rim of purple and white ' s goal, only to drop off on the other side — and L. S. I . just one point ahead! It was the same with the few but loyal supporters of the old gold and purple. But at the end of the first half the Tigers were two points ahead. As the whistle blew for the second half, each man was in his place, ready and wait- ing for battle. The Normal slogan of L. S. N.. win or die! ' had been instilled in the Normal men, but Louisiana men too had heard the cry of Eat em up. Tigers! Ihe game continued as before. Normal managing to keep ahead until about the last five minutes of play a fresh playei w a- put in by L. S. U., and Scott Wilkinson scored three field goals before the team seemed to be able to adapt itself to the new arrangement. The game ended with the ball under Normal ' s goal, and the score 24 to 22 in favor of L. S. U. Both teams played splendid ball, and the game was fast and full of excitement from beginning to end. To say that anyone starred would be an injustice to both teams, for the men of both sides played like a unit, and each man did his best. Pearce and Lewis. for L. S. U., were star goal throwers, but Holton. Normal ' s safety guard, was usually there to block them. Grigsby and Beeson threw most of Normal ' s goak I he line-up was as follows: Normal. Left Forward Rof Right Forward Grigsby ( enter Davii S. Wilkinson Left Guard Holton Briley Right Guard Beeson Gill Substitute Frere, Crawford L. S. U. Pearce . . . I W IS .... I ixrlt . . . . (206) -5 wt v ' tr:: ' ' ' l ' r -• ■ ' ' i ! l iHIHmiiililllMlflllBiruuiiiiii ; ui. f iF.|HH M.i..,i i inii 1 i. i j sgmzisxn; jmir ni ' ijii ii ju it; j jitC (207) itosrhall Nittt Irvisc. DaVH Catcher Sterlinc LeBlanc .... PUehtf ° J ThirJ Base Lane Gr.gsby « ' « onJ 7 ' VJ Ba ... First Base James Monk SeconJ Base Alfred Mendoza . . . Left FieU Mi npin Rogers _ Shortstop Spencer Pollard Gerald Mvnnini Edward Roberts Cen.er F.eU Jovner Colvin Sub F.. Simmons Sub James Norreu .... Sufc £is : C208J =J E. 31. A. A. arark auit JFirli. fflrrt, 1915 HELD AT ALEXANDRIA, LA.. MAY. I ' m Schools represented: Louisiana College, Southwestern Industrial Institute, LouJMMM State Normal School. Although the Normal lost to S. L. I. I. in the annual L. I. A. A. track meet, it must be said that she put up a good fight. I he final score was 58-56. The members of the track team that represented the Normal were Frere, Beeson, Weaver. Stafford, Teddlic. lurpin, Newman. I ournct. Monk, and Roy. Murrell Stafford of Normal won the loving cup offered by the C. A. Schnack Jewelry Company to the athlete who made the most individual points. The score made by Normal, Lafayette, and Pineville was as follows: 100-Yard Dash— McCoy. L C first; Rich- ardson. S. L. I. I.. second; Teddlie. N.. third; 10 2-5. High Jump Hopkins, S. L. I. 1.. first ; Bee- ton. N.. second; Daigle. S. L. I. I . third; 5 5-12. 880- Yard Dash Slafford. N.. first; Dalferes, S. L. I. I., second; 2:092-5. 220-Yard Dath— Broussard. S. L. I. I., first; Richardson. S. L. I. I., second; Teddlie. N.. Ih.rd; 23 4-5. Pole Vault -Billeaud. S. L. I. I., first; New- man. N.. second; Beeson. N.. third; 9 ) 4 110-Yard Hurdles Martin. S. 1. I 1. and Roy. N. tied for first; Francez. S. I. I. I . Ih.rd; 17 2-5. 440- Yard Dash Stafford. N . first; Dal- frres. S. 1.. I. I., second; Hawkins. S. 1.. 1. 1.. third; 55. Broad Jump— Teddlir. N. first; Richardson, S I 1 I. second; Frere. N.. third; 19 1-12. Low Hurdles Roj V bat; M..nk. N.. sec- ond; Richardson. S. L. I. 1., third; 28 2-5. Shot Pm Richard. S. I ! I. first; man. N.. second; Fournel. N.. third; 33 J Mile Run -Sharp. S. 1 1 I. Elft; Stafford. N.. second; Beeson. N.. third; 4:56 4 Discus — Foster. L. C first; Alleman. S. L. I I . second; Frances, S. L. I. I., third; 9 Relay — Normal, first; Southwestern, second; L. C. thud. 3 47 1-5. V-imal Relay Team Stafford. Killen. Weav- er, and Turpin. Total Points Scored — Southwestern. 58; Nor- mal. 56; L. C. 12. (210) (g%r Eurnta In the Music and Literary contests, Normal won three out of four honors. The Normal Band had been challenged by the S. L. I. I. Band to a contest, to be held at Alexandria at the time of the annual track meet. The decision rendered by Professor Clark of L. S. U. was in favor of the Normal. The Normal quartet, composed of Misses Carolyn Roux, Elgie Hall, Daisy Roux, and Louise Kelsoe, easily won a victory over the quartets from Louisiana College and S. L. I. I. In the literary contests, Normal shared the honors with Louisiana College. Mr, Paul Jones of the latter defeated in oratory Mr. Leon Killen of the Normal; while in declamation, Miss Anna Bell of the Normal won over her opponent from Louisiana College. All in all, the big, enthusiastic crowd of Normalites returned from Alexandria well pleased with the work their contestants had done, but determined, if hard work could accomplish it, that Normal should win in 1916 by more than ixvo points. (211) tfirifl ' UUuikrtluiU I I M splendid coaching and steady practice, the girls ' ha-ketball team of the KASOD, although composed of | ticalK new member , developed -plendid team work, and on the whole was very successful. I he first game of the season, which was played in Boyd Hall on February II. WW with Alexandria. I his was an easy ictory for our girls. The tide of battle was somewhat changed that afternoon on the academic court, for, after a tie. Normal lost by one point. On February 18 the Marksville girls visited our campus. I he losl the first game, but the second was quite a victory for them. Not long afterwards our team visited Marks ille and Alexandria. The two games at Marksville were lost, but our girls won the last two games of the season at Alexandria. BASKETBALL LINE-UP ii ma Pearce Forward ET ZaNELLA Forward All is. Captain Forward Carrie Rolssel Forward Grace Webb Cuard I 1 TlllBODEAUX .... . . Cuard Ri in Rhodes Cuard Grace Rhodes Cuard Sophie Haydel Center Margaret Garret Center Nil I II UYBON Center Stella Roy Center I ' . I 111 DCI 9 Coaih (212) ISarrie 7{ou5s iff. A v ' s £ 7 e n . Ca.pt a i n , 7¥ijma scarce. G n?ar ?Tysijre,tt t r? I 0 ' itJj ' a ' l )fucj ai dc.f- IT hpw ' jw U.JMU1I .j, re  im Mi E- tvv ' .K v ■or I A Q f ? Program for fe (tteWrrattntt nf f e iFtrat lay nf iTOay . 1915 Summer is icumen in Lhuda sing cuccu Groweth se d and bloweth ■ned, And springth the wude nu — Sing cuccu! I. II. PROCESSIONAL FESTIVAL OF DANCING 1. Ye Herald 1. Ye Grand May Pole 2. Ye Royal Musicians 2. Ye Golden Butterfly 3. Ye Modern Culture Club 3. Ye Seniors ' Revel 4. Ye Electic Literary Society 4. Ye Siciliana 5. Ye Mortar Board 5. Ye Hungarian Folk Dance 6. Ye Seekers After Knowledge 6. Ye Comin ' Thru Ye Rye 7. Ye Grecian Maids 7. Ye Dutch Dance 8. Ye Milk Maids 9. Ye Party of Flowers RACES 10. Ye Queen ' s Own Maids 1. Ye Potato Race 11. Ye Maid of Honor 2. Ye Sack Race 12. Ye Crown Bearer 3. Ye Hobby-horses Race 13. Ye Queen and her Page 8. Ye Maid of Ye Mist 14. Ye Minuet Dancers 9. Ye Shepherdess ' s Dance 15. Ye Robin Hood Band 10. Ye Miniature Mazurka 16. Ye Merrie Companie 11. Ye Tyrolienne a. Jesters 12. Ye Garland Dance b. Hobby-horses 13. Ye Pop Goes Ye Weasel c. Animals, etc. 14. Ye Weaving Dance Ye Proclamation of Ye Queen- 15. Ye Minuet s lip, and Ye Crowning (217) 16. Ye Milk Maids ' Dance Hag Sag It was long, long ago, Little Efne, When I was a little schoolgirl — I was quite a bit older than your are, But still wore my hair down in curl. I was then at the Normal, my dearie, The school where your mother went, loo; Tis the school that still holds my affection. The school where we ' ll some time send you. The glad May time drew near, Erne darling- 1 think I can see it all still, With the garden, the trees, and green grasses All brightening dear Normal Hill. And we planned a May festival, Erne, The like of it never was seen Since the story-book times in old England; Fair Alice we chose as our queen. At the lake gate we gathered for marching. Little flower girls all with their baskets And banners were unfurled on high, With flowers had strewn the queen ' s way. And we marched while the band boys were playing. She ascended the throne with her maidens, But paused when our queen had drawn nigh. And they crowned her the Queen o ' the May. All the dances came after the crowning; First grand May-pole dance did we do, And remember that then, little Erne, Your granny was graceful as you. All the youth, all the beauty, there gathered — The girls in their dresses of white. All the dances that we danced that evening — Our revelry lasted till night. My dim eyes fill with tears, little Effie, As I see, or I think that I see, All the girls on the East Court at Normal, All so young, all so happy, and free. Though youth fadeth and beauty must perish, Your heart ' s where May ' s sunlight has shone. And, my darling, ' tis there you must cherish 1 he beauty and joy now your own. -Josephine O ' Quinn. (219) I oiKi e vj ' iL i.- r m KpB W Styrl rlla (To Mr. Row. the linger.) Hear the tuddrn. startling bell! 1. un.be. in liell! Rime, bell! 1 able talk and merriment In us its chimes foretell. What a round of daily toil lit call lo u must Irll 1 1 l « we hurry lo our places! In the balmy air of morning. B one Willi his neighbor r Hear ill loud, tumultuous warning! Smiling as familiar faces. oc to ihose its call a-scorning! 1 lear ihe tunes, tunes, tune.. Calling Rise! Rise! Rise! As it singeth of the prunes! bile the unresisting skies Yes. the prunes we ' ll have for lumhe.m. ihev Brar ilir linking and the rising in the calling of are sung of by ihe l ell ! the bell. By ihe bell. bell. bell. bell. Of the hell. bell. bell. bell. Bell. bell, bell Bell. bell. bell. Bj the pleasing, tinkling, laughing, luncheon bell Of the cold, unsympathetic, riling bell. Hear the warning in the bell! Hear the waiter ring the bell! Chapel bell! Breakfast bell! Oh. the sad announcements all concerning us il Sav ' ry gritt and gravy does its sound lo us foretell! tells. 1 [on m rush and how we hurty! In our horror how we shudder! Comb our hair all in a flurry! In our breasts our hearts a-fluller! I hen to dining hall we scurry. 1 low we pray for one another To its call. call. call. V n, knell! knell! knell! I here is surely grits for all. Called to office! says the bell. And for this you should b; thankful. says the Hear ihe terror and the warning in the harsh early breakfast bell — assembly bell! Says the bell. bell. bell. bell. In ihe bell, bell. bell, liell. Bell, bell bell. Bell. bell. bell. Says the appetizing voice of breakfast bell. In the dreadful. DREADI l i DK1 ADFUL sem- bly bell! Soon there is another bell. I he school bell! Hear that mellow, pealing bell! rk and practice teaching to our hearts il« Pinnei belli tones all (till w ork is almost ended. is the message it would X hat of Dr. Cooley ' s teaching! tell. hat of Lady Newell ' s preaching! 1 low hi drill in. Ii.ed and weary. W hat of unprepared girls ' screeching! I ' rom r day of toil so dreary. l ihe Time lime! lime! Vl « feeling lots more eJaMTJ 1 inic for school it calls in rhyme ' Since its call. call, call es. there ' s rhyming oS, so dreadful in lb ' A last call lo dining hall message of ihe bell. Sounds in melody and harmony in pealing ol Of Ihe bell, bell, bell. bell. ihe bell Bell. bell, bell Of lh bell. bell. bell. bell. 01 ihe unrelenting, dreaded, school-lime bell! Bell bell, bell. Hear ihe merry laughing bell! Of the comforting, assuring dinner bell. (224) Hear the harsh, commanding bell! Campus bell! Worlds of work and study too are all that it can tell. How we think, and how we ponder! Not one precious moment squander! Let our minds not one time wander! How it pleads, pleads, pleads, As it tells us of our needs. Oh! the stories of the failures that are told us by the bell! By the bell, bell, bell, bell. Bell, bell, bell! By the wise, advising tones of study bell. Hear that slowly tolling bell! Last light bell! Of a day ' s work ending now its lulling notes must tell. How we turn off every light, And we skip to bed at night, And are thankful for the might Of the ding — dong — dell — Of the tolling last light bell. For the hushing and the blessing in the tolling of the bell — Of the bell, bell, bell, bell, Bell, bell, bell! For that hushing, lulling, tolling last light bell. Hear the dear old Normal bell! All the bells! What a tale of Normal life to us it always tells! How we rise up every day ! How we pass the time away — How wc work and how we play — ' Tis the Ding — Dong — Dell! Of the dear old Normal bell! Hear the pleading, the commanding, and the blessing of the bell. Of the bell, bell, bell, bell, Bell, bell. bell. Of the ever wise and timely Normal bell! — Josephine O ' Quinn. MR. ROW (225) 1 ahr (Call KAIN day in the city is a dreary thing. .And if one Ml BO friends and no home, its dreariness is increased a hundredfold. Add to this dreariness lie gloom of discouragement, and life seems well nigh unbearable. Livingstone thought as she walked down the broad stone steps and out into the cold, wet evening. Soft ringlets curled about her face as the damp air touched her hair; but Ethel heeded them not. Curly locks held no place whatever in her day of disappointment. So tl it was the end of it all! I r weeks she had felt the gnawing of a fear at her heart — a liny fear that she had tried in vain to smother. Could it be that her voice, the dream of her life, was a farce — an empty, lifeless dream? SI • bad I card of such things and, with the fear in her heart constantly growing, had succeeded in obtaining an interview with M. Bruiniere, a noted vocal teacher of the city. Ah, madamoiselle. M. Bruiniere had exclaimed at the end of her song, and as he spoke a tinge of sadness crept into his rich voice, Ze voice — eet ees as nothing. For i- parlor — oui, all is well. But, madamoiselle. for the stage? I le raised 1 il hands in mid-air. palms outstretched, with the quick gesture of the French. hor the stage! Ah, mais non ! But. M. Bruiniere, Ethel exclaimed when her benumbed lips could speak once more, the Herr Professor! He gave me much encouragement. It was through him I w.i- given the desire to become a concert singer in Europe. Ze Professor! c professor! M. Bruiniere almost shouted, as his heavy bfOWl lowered in a dark frown of anger. Ah, madamoiselle! With ze professor eet ccs e moneys. Many are ze young people deceive by ze Herr Professor, lit e- waked ness — eet ees a crime! Go home, leelle one! Go home to ze father — ze mother. Am your voice will be as ze finest — zere your singing will excel all. Stunned and blinded by the shock, h.th.el walked out ol the building into tie rain) evening — out into the gloom of the gathering dusk. Go home? Would she go home? Never I Home? Penniless I I aiknowledge disappointment and defeat ' I face world with tic news that she had failed in the great ambition of her life! I he years of her childhood, the years of her youth, had all. all. cherished this same desire — the re to become a great singer. I l rote before bet one bj one, dazzling with hope and rcsy with, visions of future success. What happy, expectant year- they lad been, .iikI as she thought of them, the anguish of her disappointment deepened. She walked on and on. she knew not where. On through the hurrying throng she wandered, and walked I er 1 cut was tilled with bitterness — bitterness toward the prosperous looking people thai she passed, to whom it d such ■ simple achievement; bitterness toward th grasping Herr 1 . who had deliberately cheated her out of life and (226) J the Herr Professor ' s guile. Home? Home to excel in the little New England village when she had hoped to excel in the great, wide world? Her shoulders shook with hard, tearless sobs. The lights of a large drug store loomed ahead, and Ethel hesitated for a moment before its doors. Then she entered, emerging a few moments later with a small vial clasped tightly in her hand and a desperate gleam in her eyes. Her wanderings were at an end. She turned her steps toward the bare, brick building that provided shelter for her weary body, and once more climbed the long flight of steps. A slight, graceful woman passed as Ethel reached the door of her room, and nodding a cheery, smiling greeting, opened the next door, and passed into the room humming a happy tune. For an instant her smile warmed Ethel ' s heart, but only for a moment, then the bitterness returned. Poor little thing! Ethel murmured to herself. The new shopgirl at Bradley ' s. But wait until she has had a taste of city life! Entering the cheerless hall bedroom, Ethel found the fire dying upon the hearth. Throwing a stick of wood upon the coals, she drew off her wraps and sank into a chair. As she gazed into the fire, the sense of desolation overwhelmed her. Life was unbearable. The end would be an unspeakable relief. It seemed hours that she sat musing. Finally with a look of grim determination, she turned and slowly lifted the tiny vial from the table where she had placed it. As she began to uncork the bottle, the voice of the little shopkeeper rang forth clear and sweet from the room beyond. The song was old and familiar. Ethel paused. Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there s no place like home. A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there. Which seek through the world, is ne ' er met with elsewhere. Ethel ' s fingers hesitated with the tiny cork still unloosened. The grim lines of her face softened. The voice stopped and then continued, the words of the song penetrating clearly through the thin partition which served as a wall between the two rooms: I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild. And feel that my mother now thinks of her child. As she looks on that moon from her own cottage door Through the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more. ' The girl sitting before the hearth stared into the fire with unseeing eyes, and her head dropped lower and lower upon her breast. The bare room had vanished from her sight, and was replaced by the vision of her gray-haired mother standing upon the threshold of the pretty cottage home, as she bade her the last farewell. What did this sweet-faced mother care for success and fame? Two years had passd since Ethel had kissed the quivering, tear-stained face and left the vine-covered cottage; yet Ethel knew that the mother heart was longing for the absent one — that the mother arms were hungry for the one they loved so well. In the room beyond, the voice was singing once more : (227) n rtilr trom home splendor dar lrt in ain. :n( mr mv lowly .|hat hrd collage again! I Kr buds tinging gaily lhal comr al my call: mr ihrm Milh lhal peace of mind drain than all. I !■ •n «- . MM v rrt  seel home ' I here ' s no placr liar homr. thrrr ' s no placr hkr homr! The girl was sobbing convulsively and tears, unloosccnd at last, were flowing down her check . The-re ' s no place like home. ' she echoed in whispered accents. You are right, little shopkeeper. There ' s no place like home. The words of M. Bruiniere came to her: Go home, leetle one. Go home to ze father — zc mother. Zere your voice will be as the finest — zere your singing will excel all. And I will go, the girl sobbed brokenly, back to the little mother. She does not care that I have failed in the sight of the world. She loves me yet. What does the world matter? The smoking wood caught fire at last, and as the flames dashed higher and higher, the clasp of the girl ' s fingers upon the little bottle loosened, and the ial crashed into a hundred pieces upon the stone hearth beneath. Rose I aylor. OuuiMutr tantmrr Falling Iraf and trembling bough. Hazel tunlighl o ' er the lea. ■ rring hope lhal s dying now. Shadows over you and mr Joys and sighinp interpose. Streak across the sky. Shattered petals of a rose — Goodbye, summer, goodbye, goodbye. ■ring calls from far away. Calls like echoes on the heart. Mem rirs rush lo pave the way. ( .rral hoi Irars lhal long lo start i ailing Iraf. and fading lower, l inrks of south-birds ' homing cry. .lias! thr farewell hour Goodbye, summer, goodbye, goodbye. — l.rxir I lford. fcratas hen dreary winter timr has passed. When dear old summer ' s come al last. lirn fragrant flowers dot thr grass Upon ihr Mill. Whrn August skirs are bright and blue. When August sun is shining loo. When August dovrrs rilled with drw Upon thr Mill. There ' ll be no rising bell lo ring. There ' ll be no gong to all you in. I hrrr ' ll be no classes to begin Upon Ihr 11,11; There ' ll be no foolslrps on ihr stair. I here II be no laughter in the air. I will Ik all silrnt r er  herr Upon the 11.11 meri. x Stuckey. (228) Imt ' t Mnrry (With all due respect to Browning.) Through morning, evening, noon, and night, She wrote her plans with all her might. Then sadly to her table turned Where nightly she her lessons learned. Hard she labored — long and well — Upon her cheeks the tear drops fell. But ever through each recess hour. She wrote and wrote with all her power. Then said she, looking at her trunk, Oh, mother, darling — will I flunk? Another girl way down the hall Was writing plans? No, not at all! But in her downy bed she lay, Her mind in dreamland — far away. And was she worried? — never — no. I never saw a girl sleep so. She slept and slept with all her power. Nor heard the bell at recess hour. Then cooed she in her sleep, the lass — ■ Oh, critic teacher, I will pass. The night had passed, the day had flown. Before they knew — the term was gone. They marched along — for joy they cried — They got dipolmas side by side. Moral: Don ' t worry. — Leta Alford. A lEtfr i iortj A little joy and then a little sadness; A little sunshine and a little rain; A little smile that ' s bringing with it gladness; A little pleasure and a little pain; A little hope to bend the world together. To bring the silver lining to the cloud, A spark of brightness e ' en in gloomy weather — And is that not most graciously allowed? A little leisure; then a little labor; A little compensation for reward; A little kindness to the kindly neighbor To lighten burdens, though the way seem hard; A little love, to bless, to give, to cherish; A little rest toward the close of day! And then, forsooth, ' hough all the world may perish, Have we not reached the end of life ' s long way? — Lexie Alford. (229) {Jhr (Call nt thr (Stria r |. i«r.l i ul 10 ihe . ampu quiel. 1 book  nd I  U nr Vr !i|.|.nt away from crowd of .•ul all make litnr ihnr OWB, And pau ed benealh a pine tree ihere BoyOfld thr walk of  lone. ■(-red mid ihe silen.e. here, iped from rule and law. 1 booh lo rat a living thing — land] I ' aw; I read, unmindful of all caret — My  oul was filled wilh awe. Bui when, lu nrd from my l« ok and ihoughtt Upon ihr walk li nod of girli earh going in. inleM mcbm I I knew lhal 1 mu l al o go — I liu wai a rail lo mr el eager in reluming toon 1 h - iiimmon lol lo ihare Wilh new and ttrange rmoii To girl for whom I rare. I  aid. Ti good lhal we e rape. Bui be l the girlt be ihr l.urlinr I lark (J , AUntg Uttlt f mi Somehow on the earth around me Wondrous fairies seem lo play; Somehow they have caught the rapture Of the boughs that dance and sway. Somehow — and I know the reason — All the sky is wondrous blue — It ' s just cause I know you are near me — Just cause I ' m along with you. Somehow, at the fall of evening, When the lights burn dim and low, And the shadows play about me In the flick ' ring, misty glow — When your smile beams down upon me Just as yours alone can do, Then, oh, heart! I am so thankful — Just cause I ' m along with you. Somehow, when the dawn of morning Comes in dew-drops glittering light; When the early golden sunshine Comes to chase away the night — Bird-throats then most burst with singing, And my heart is singing loo — J us : because I am so happy — Just cause I ' m along with you. — Lexie L. Alfo.d. The last summer school student left this morning. How lonely are the bare, empty rooms in West Hall ! I pause at the door of one of them, and as visions of good times we used to have there rise before me the loneliness seems greater. I leave the dormitory and go to Main Building to escape the dreariness; but have I? No, for the long halls which only yesterday were crowded with eager boys and girls are silent, and the stillness is broken only by my own slow step. So it is in Dining Hall, on the walks, and at mail-call. Where are the happy students I saw yesterday? Many of them I shall never see again. But the memory of the bright faces, happy faces of my old school mates will always be dear to me. Ships that pass in the night and speak to each other in passing. Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness: So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. Maud Varnado. (231) abr Srmtll of a Ink (C lass Exercise.) Oh. girls, come read something perfectly darling. cried Inez. What is it? all asked in the same breath. i me see for yourselves. said Inez, at the same time handing a letter to an inter- ested bunch of girls. Read it out loud to us. Anne. they cried. She read, trying not to look guilty: I break a rule of convention l surely nol my intention. So lenienl in your judgment be. And do nol think loo hard of me. I ' m lures of you I law one day; Ideal they were in every way. Sin. e then, which wa nol long ago, I ve wanted you %o much lo know; But a I knew this could not be. And you perhapi 1 II never tee, I have decided thu to do— And « ■ I tend ihn verse to you. Perhaps you think I ve got my nerve Which ii no more than I deserve Bui please forgive and answer this. And make this world a place of bliss. I know you think this letter s silly. So now I ' ll quit Sincerely. —Billy. It is indeed a cute letter, but you know that boy. Billy Evans? asked the girls. I hat is the strange and exciting part about it. I don ' t know him from Adam, but as you see. he said that he had seen one of my pictures, laughed Inez, her dark brown eyes sparkling with mischief. Well, Inez, are you going to answer your mysterious letter? inquired Anne, her roommate, who seemed more interested than the other girls. Of course. I am going to answer for the fun of it. answered Inez, in a decided tone. I hat night the two girls were thinking of the same thing — Billy ' s letter. After Inez had made a trial at all her lessons, she decided to answer the strange billet-deux, and lo make her answer exceptionally Blaetfiug. Soon she read the finished product to Anne, who laughed to herself and thought, How splendidly the joke is beginning to work out. As the postman came up whistling. Billy Evans was sitting in the swing reading an interesting novel. He glanced up from his book long enough to ask, Any mail today, Jake? Just one letter for you, Mr. Billy. I reckon hit ' s fur you, but wrboev ei writ i( put ■ place of 469. (2 2) Billy took the letter, and opened it eagerly. He read it through, and then gave a long whistle. He repeated the girl ' s name, Inez Williams, over to himself. The more Billy thought about the letter, the more puzzled he became. But, since he was a natural boy, he answered it. Thus the correspondence between Inez and Billy started. His letters became more frequent, and finally they exchanged pictures. The whole affair was quite a puzzle to Anne, but she kept quiet and continued to wonder, always taking great interest however, in reading all Billy ' s letters! Vacation came, and Inez and Anne joyfully left Normal Hill for their three months of freedom at home. One day in the midst of their summer whirl of pleasures, Inez and Anne sat in the hammock talking over their good times. Why, my dear, haven ' t you forgotten all about Billy? asked Anne suddenly. Well, if I haven ' t! ejaculated Inez. You remember I received a letter from him on the day I left for home, and that I never did answer it. Isn ' t it too bad I didn ' t follow up the correspondence? I wonder what he thinks of me? But let me talk of something far more interesting. Jack said there were going to be some new boys at the Japanese dance tonight. Oh, how wonderful! I am crazy to meet some new boys! I wonder if they are good-looking and if they dance well, said Anne excitedly. That night when all the boys and girls were filling out their programs, Harry, accom- panied by a strange boy, walked over to Anne and Inez. He said, Mr. William Evans, I wish you to meet Miss Anne Towles and Miss Inez Williams. At these words, Anne, Inez, and Billy gasped, and could only look at each other. Finally Billy managed to stammer the words, I am glad to meet you both, but neither Anne nor Inez managed for the moment to say anything. For a brief space Inez fixed her eyes on Mr. Evans, and then said out loud without thinking, You do look like my picture. At these words Billy, still rather puzzled but suspecting this to be the girl, said nothing then, but busied himself getting dances with both girls. Billy thought that his dance with Inez would never come. Finally, as he walked toward her, both had a self-conscious expression on their faces. Billy broke the silence by saying: What made you write me that interesting letter? Inez looked puzzled, but soon gaining control of her speech, said: You wrote to me first, and I answered your letter for fun. This is indeed strange, said Billy, I cannot remember writing to you first — but it really doesn ' t make any difference. Billy and Inez were more mystified over the whole affair than ever, but both, possess- ing a keen sense of humor, broke out into a laugh, which swept away at once the feel- ing of queerness. Just then, Anne, who had been watching the turn of affairs, walked over toward Inez and Billy, hr face betraying her guilt. I have come to tell you my part in this complicated affair, said Anne, laughing. (233) Inez and Btllv. both with wonder on their face , asked in the same hreath. Have u too a part in this unusual affair? For a joke. I wrote a letter. Anne hastened to explain, and signed my name Billy Evan , which I lent to my friend, Alice, in New Orleans, to send to Inez. She had hardly let the words out of her mouth, when Inez. said. Oh. Anne, did you really write that letter? Now let me finish. said Anne. You answered it. as you know, and soon re- ceived an answer. In the meantime Alice wrote that she had never received an answer to the letter she had sent for me. You can imagine how nonplussed I was, when Inez continued to receive letters from you, Mr. Evans. At last the problem is solved! exclaimed Billy. I remember that when the postman gave me Inez ' s first letter, he said that it was addressed to the wrong number. Now I plainly see. The letter was meant for your friend, but the postman knows me so well, that he naturally thought it belonged to me. I answered just as if I had written the first letter, and you both know the rest. Well. I declare. laughed Anne, the joke is on me instead of on Inez, isn ' t it? Later Anne received an invitation from Inez to be the maid of honor at the wedding of Inez and Billy. Gladys Latham. Normal Sill at Ilaratinn A longing for the Normal, Comet over me tonight; 1 with to be in dear old K Mi, And gaze on facet bright. 1 trunk I hear Bernice. Comr dipping down the hall. To help me w:lh that problem. I cannot get at all. And now I hear Mi  Dancy — She make her nightly roundt. To tee if all the girlt are home. And slop thote awful toundt. Then out upon the ttillnett. The bell toundt clear and loud: nd fiom the roomt into the hall. I lirtr . nmn a happy crowd. I hey gather there and laugh and romp. I ' nlil the light bell ring . And then they go ba k to their roomt. To dream of pleatant thingt. — Maud Varnado. • el ®ljr fogntii nf % Sing ®m (Class Exercise.) ANY years ago, long before the brave sons of France viewed from Ship Island the lovely little peninsula that is now called Biloxi, there was en- acted a mysterious as well as charming little romance, in which an oak tree played an important part. This beautiful spot of nature overlooking the blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico was inhabited by a tribe of Biloxi Indians, from whom the pres- ent city gets its name. The chief of the Biloxi Indians had a daughter, whose name was Winona. She was a lovely maiden, as stately as the pine and with eyes as black as night. Winona spent much of her time in weaving baskets, and always as she worked, her voice could be heard singing sweet melodies. This Indian maid had a sweetheart whom she loved dearly; but her father, because of his selfish love, would not consent to their marriage until some miracle should happen. It made life very sad for the two lovers to be thus kept apart. One day the old chief called them and told Strongheart, who was the young chieftain, that he would consent to their marriage when a ring would form in the branches of the oak which stood as a guard over his wigwam. Time rolled on. One night while all were asleep, Strongheart stole away from his wigwam, and crept slowly to the edge of the bay. He got into his little canoe, and paddled across the water. As the breezes floated over the bay, softly fanning his cheeks, they seemed to whisper, Don ' t fear. Soon she ' ll be the queen of your tepee. With this assurance reigning in his heart, he reached the village of Winona. He went quietly to the tree of which the old chief had spoken, determined that the miracle should happen. The next day the old chief and Strongheart were both calld away to war. During their absence, Winona would look up at the old tree, and pray that the great God of the Sun would spare her loved cnes, and also perform the miracle her father required for the fulfillment of her happiness. The war lasted two years, and when the warriors returned there was a very happy reunion. The fire of love was as strong as ever, and Strongheart ' s first thoughts were of the miracle. After the feast and ceremonies given in honor of the victorious braves, Strongheart and Winona strolled to the spot which had become the arbiter of their fate. As they reached the tree, a glad cry burst spontaneously from the heart of the young chieftain. The God of the Sun had shown his power! The branches had bended to his will! Right before their eyes was the Ring — the perfect Ring! No one but Strongheart and silent Nature knew how it came; but it seemed so wonderful that every one believed it to be a miracle. (235) I hr old chief, reluctant, but obedient to the will of the sun god. kept his promise, and n.i e hi daughter to the young chieftain. The waters now sang thru iwutul songs, and the bree es whispered to the great dark pines, that seemed to say as they swayed back and forth. She i now the queen of your tepee, and your Winona. old tree still stands m the yard of the Episcopal Church in the city of Biloxi. affording shade and romantic interest to all who stop to rest under its branches. HoNoKIM GALV. Co utoUuia (Clatt Exercite.) Dearetl lo me it the Pelican Slate. Region of many a bayou and lake; I lerr i a place of much gladnett and mirth. Down in the tunny South, land of m lurid L nder the feet it a garden of flow rt. () rr the head it the bluett of bow - rt. Here many beautiful lilict do grow In winding bayout thai tluggithly flow. Mocking birdt trillingly. charmingly ting, i lid in magnoliat to fragrant in tpnng; The Father of Water in teeking the Gulf, Laughs wiih ihe jatminet, to gold on the bluff. Still in our Southland, dear chivalry clingt; Song of ihe negroet still pleatingly ringt; Children are playing mong green woodland nookt; Lovert are wandering by murmtuing brookt. Breeze to tweelly and toflly blow by. Bringing the mettage thai ' nealh thit blue tky. I lere in ihit wondrout. fair garden of ourt. NaHjir ' « displayed all her grraletl of pow t Ruth C onerl Nnrmat TJftll at Ntgljt NE usually thinks of Normal Hill as being crowded with throngs of hurrying people, all seemingly bent toward one end, that of going to one particular place and reach- ing that place as soon as possible. I was crossing the campus one night at about eight o ' clock. The Hill was bathed in moonlight. There was absolute silence everywhere; and. as I looked around, it seemed almost impossible to believe that this was the familiar Hill of daylight. As I came down the long walks the lights of Model, A, B, Dining Hall, and even the Boy ' s Shack in the distance, were all blinking like huge eyes at me. In the few windows I could see the silent figures bent over books and tables; and once a girl rose and stood looking out of the window. But for that single movement, en- tire stillness prevailed. I could almost feel the concentration that seemed to bind them to their books. The girls and boys I had thought of lightly and indifferently during the day now became to me humanity with all its littleness, its bigness, its despondence, its aspiration, its vibrant, electric throbbmgs of individualty — all toned and made har- monious by a common work, by a common destiny, by obedience to the higher law that makes all mankind one. The deep mystic beauty of the scene and the meaning of it all held me spellbound. Was this the familiar Hill? I was filled with awe. I knew not how long I stood there. Suddenly a bell rang — the spell was broken. Voices rang out into the night. Girls ran from one dormitory to another and again there were hurrying feet. Involuntarily I quickened my own step. The Hill had come to life again. Lorna KEMPER-CoLLINS. (237) (Caimht in tbr Art I wu ■ Sunday afternoon. 1 here were gathered in a room in tin- Shack four hoys three of whom hent industnou-U ova ■ table littered VMlh hooks and paper. Matt, the fourth, lay stretched full length across the bed. arms folded beneath his head, eyes contemplating the ceiling above. Sud- denly he turned over, groaned deeply and sat up. I ' m tired of keeping so everlastingly still. he declared loudly. - ay, Don. what did you — Don looked up with a frown. Get out of here, you living talking machine! he exploded vehemently. ( ant you see I ' m working on my inter-society debate? Don ' t you love S. A. K.? Matt laughed. Whew! Some fierce you ' re getting to be. eh? Have any of you fellows seen a mad dog around here lately? Cut the comedy! very politely suggested George. I say so. too! Joyner joined in. Here I am working my head off for Miss Burlack. and you ' re perched up here like a gentleman of leisure. He held up a plan dramatically. Don ' t you ever have any of these darn things to write? How jrou ' ve put one over her I ' d like to know! I m the only good-looking boy in her critique, therefore a privileged character. Matt threw back his shoulders as he spoke, and winked knowingly at George. I find that a few sweet smiles do the trick better than plans any day, he laughed. Seriously though, he continued, sobering down a minute later, I have a bully plan. Want to hear it? Let ' s have it, united Joyner, who had just that moment put the finishing touches to his assignment. George and Don dropped their pencils, and, tipping their chairs back against the wall at a precarious angle, prepared to listen. Matt cleared his throat impressively. I was just wondering how a big fat fried dm ken would taste. J. W. B. has just the kind that — He paused significantly. ! ut the other boys looked blank. Don was the first to catch his meaning. Senseless! he condemned briefly, and without more ado returned to his debate. Matt ' s face fell. Some boys were surch chumps anyway 1 Here was a perfectly live thing to do instead of moping over the fate that had c a-t them on Normal Hill, and yet — ! George, watching Matt - expression, read something of his thought-. You ' re batty, Don. he exclaimed ha-tily. Why. it ' s a COr OUj id You bet it is! seconded Joyner, hurrying to reinforce George. Come on. Don. the majority rules! (2J8) Don, seeing that things were going against him, laughed, pushed away his paper, and gave in. You ' re right, he acceded; then added, It ' s a case of together we stand, divided we fall; so I reckon you fellows had better ring me in on it. Matt said nothing. Once more, however, his usual good-humored grin twisted the corners of his mouth and spoke for itself. It was not many minutes before the four boys had worked out the plan in all details. Luck was with them! On the following morning Mr. Bateman was leaving to attend a convention to be held in Natchez, Miss., and would therefore be gone for several days — ■ so Matt informed them. Thus the raid on Professor John Wesley Bateman ' s chicken roost was scheduled to take place on the following night. The next night turned out to be a dark and dismal one. A drizzling rain had been falling all day, ceasing only at dusk, leaving the ground wet and soggy, and the trees dripping. To make matters worse it had turned cold within the last few hours, and the north wind moaned dismally in the tops of the pines. The light bell had long since rung, and silence had settled down upon Normal Hill, when four boys, overcoats wrapped closely around them and caps pulled far down over their faces, crept shivering off across the campus in the direction of the Professor of Agriculture ' s back yard. Great Scotts ! This weather gets on my nerves, whispered Joyner, his teeth chat- tering. I feel it in my bones that we ' ll never get those chickens. Don ' t be such a blamed pessimist! admonished Matt. Don ' t you remember that little story that Mr. Fontenot told us about the two frogs that fell in a pan of milk? But I ' m not a frog, objected Joyner, in an injured tone, and what ' s more, this isn ' t a pan of milk I ' ve fallen into — it feels very much like a lake of ice-water! George hastened to the rescue, and succeeded in pulling th unfortunate Joyner out of the ditch into which he had tumbled. H ere we are ! announce d Dc Thank the Lord! breathed Joyner, whose wet clothes had promptly proceeded to dampen his spirits. Say, let ' s build a bonfire, so I can thaw out! Evidently Joyner ' s plea had not been heard, for no one answered. Before them the boys beheld a low building, narrower than long, the type of chicken-house commonly used throughout the South. Matt tried the door. It ' s locked! he announced in great disgust and chagrin. Now ain ' t that luck? Let ' s get through that hole up there! was George ' s suggestion. He pointed to the square opening above their heads which allowed the chickens to pass in and out. No, sir! not me! stated Joyner positively. Do you all want to kill a man? As it is I ' m going to have rheumatism for the rest of my life, without using any acrobatic stunts to add to it! I ' ll explore, and see what ' s to be done, offered Don as he left the group. A minute later he returned. I found a loose plank. Come on! The words were music to their ears. The problem was solved. The opening formed by pulling off the plank was so narrow that it was with the utmost difficulty that the boys succeeded in pulling themselves through. (239) I brought a pillow c JC to put them in. Who ' ll catch them? ' I will. volunteered Matt. with surprising and unlooked-for willingness. George, I ' ll need you to help me. Don. u ami Joynei stand guard outside in case anything should happen. Pulling a flashlight from I i- pot Let. Matt looked around him. I he chicken roost it the far end of the building and high above his head. A ladder leaning against the w.ill lolved this new difficulty. George held the pillow case open in readme Outside tie chicken home, Don and Joyner watched and waited impatiently. Joyner punched Don in the ribs, Say did you ever hear such a bedlam? Listen to that! 1 hey II wake up the whole town I Indeed Don ' s words were only too true, from within came a confused din com- pounded of squawking, cackling, and the flapping of wings, as the chickens rushed blindly and wildly around in the vain attempt to escape from their determined and relentless pursuers. lien suddenly .1 very different sound, ever so faint, reached the ears of the Iwo sentinels — a sound which struck terror into their hearts. What ' s that? queried Don. Queer I ne er thought of it before — but suppose J. W. B. went to Natchez. Louisiana, instead of Natchez, Mississippi. He ' d have been back ye — a — ! Holy St. Patrick! Let ' s be going! Oh, don ' t worry! It ' s nothing! It ' s nothing al all! remonstrated Don, with an air of bravery. But it was! All at once the moon, which up to this time had been covered, drifted from beneath a cloud, and looked down upon the sleeping town of Natchitoches. Slowly Don ' s hair rose up as straight as his closely cropped head would allow. Joyner closed his eyes, opened them at once, and almost fainted. It was no hallucination! I here was ,1 ery real, much alive Mr. Saltman standing a few yards off! And then it was that Joyncr ' s eyes fell upon the thing that Mr. Bateman held in his hands. To his abject horror it seemed to be leveled straight at his own guilty head. Never until that moment did Joyner realize how precious life really was! Good Lord! he choked in terror. Don ' t shoot! Don ' t shoot! But the warn- ing cry came too late! Mr. Bateman had pulled the trigger! The deadly weapon ex- ploded with a bang! Simultaneously, a blood-curdling yell of utter terror rent the air. Oh, I ' m killed! I ' m killed! gasped Joyner. Nevertheless he kept well up with living feet of his companion, who hit only the high spots in the wild rush toward the Shack. Long before the smoke cleared away, Mr. John Wesley Bateman ' s back yard was deserted of all amateur chicken thieves — never to be entered again. I I it Mr. Bateman si ot straight into the air is still a fact unknown to all except the Professor of Agriculture at L. S. N. Annf. Towles. (240) rsi H THE SEVEN WONDERS OF NORMAL-. V; o ride -P.. j-VKeY 1 ' Wenier_ i,e re he wonder - wK  ■ we ' d LITERARY MASTERPIECE. Moiue H CK is oJ- fov. leaf C lover -plo-t . 1° 4-_ Mo en.4 of ' Hal SuSTense. n« 3_ T?i?m i5mo WS n. - Cll Action.. TU1- C.a.-Vi trOT ' he. ToSi with. Jk 3 Baur Jfmmbt a OSnn JFtnht I i- after light bell, and I am silting by m Wttken window in A build- ing, watching the moon as it casts its silvery shadow across the lake. My mind is filled with a thousand thoughts, and still others come, crowding those into oblivion. Two years ago tonight I came to make this for a short while my home. I wo years? Has it been so long? How swiftly tl have slipped away! et they have not been all pleasure; there have been sorrows. What have these years meant to me? What a change has come over me! I came a care-free, dependent girl, and Oh! the bitterness of those weeks! The outside world was not so kind as mother had been, and there was a wish that I were safely back home with her love and her protection. Soon there came a very different feeling — a feeling that I was a part of this great school, and that I had a place in its life. I had learned the girls and I loved them. I loved the teachers who had made life seem worth living when I was discouraged. I loved the campus with its pine trees. I loved the lake, and I often sat by my window- watching it as I do tonight. There came hard lessons and difficulties; but do they not come to everyone? Is not everyone the bigger for having overcome them? How much stronger am I for the future! The vision of life spreads before me. Now I feel, I sense, the exaltation and yearning of him of old who said: I am a part of all that I have met; et all experience is an arch where through Gleams that untravell ' d world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. Lurhne (lark. ahr Untrr nf thr Jfnrrsl (Class Exercise.) r rode along a little path I hat wound among ihe Irert. And wondered if there e ' er rould be Hut music in the brrr r I he sun we sought, but rould not find. It must elsewhere have set. Our path grew dark, our eyes grew dull Too toon to our regret I he stalely trees, the foliage green. I he songs of birds so sweet. To ui did seem a Paradise Too pure for earthly feel. I hrn u rr us gleamed thr rounded moon, I n.m out the distant blur. And grnllv on MM wings of night. Was borne a message true. Oh. though ye are of God himself. I lis image and I lis mind. I hr wonder of I i works must be 1 oo deep for human kind. — Peail I ipillln (242) Lk Wljij lan $ tagei Sruant (Class Exercise.) i { TALL youth stood before the dean, bashfully fumbling a gay-banded hat, and squaring athletic shoulders. The dean, who was reading, had not looked up when he had entered. At last the boy spoke, hesitatingly. Dean Carrier, he said, I was told that you wanted to see me. The dean looked up, slowly closing his book and methodically placing a mark at the page. Then he said, Sit down, Steerforth. Yes, I wanted to see you. I understand that your Latin grade this month was very low; and I have been directed to inform you that you are to forfeit your Y for the remainder of the term. You know what that means? The boy moved, as if to rise; then dropped back. Why, Dean! he gasped. Why, Dean Carrier, that means that I can ' t play basketball another time this whole season, and that would mean — why, Dean Carrier, I ' m captain, and the Rockton game is to be Saturday, day after tomorrow! Don ' t you see, Dean, that I can ' t lose my Y be- fore Saturday? Don ' t you see that it would mean defeat for Yardley? If I had known before, I might have had another man ready to fill the place, but — why, Dean Carrier, I must play Saturday. I must! Don ' t you see that I must? Don ' t you? The dean raised his hands; thin, scholarly hands — also his brows, likewise thin and scholarly — in a protest at this torrent of somewhat incoherent explanation. Wait, my boy, wait. Cool down a bit. I know that the honor of Yardley ' s basketball prowess hangs on your shoulders ; but it has hung there all season. You have known it all the time. You have also known that you were playing with fire, as it were, when day after day you presented yourself at your Latin class unprepared. You have held the fame of Yardley ' s invincible five in the palm of your hand, and you have thoughtlessly thrown it to the wind; I say thoughtlessly; and, because I think that it was thoughtlessness and not wilfulness, I am going to do my best to get you out of this scrape. (No, don ' t think that it will be easy for you.) I am going to try to arrange for you to have a chance to pass the test on which you failed. It will be hard. Now, what have you to say? I have nothing to say except that I hope, Dean Carrier, that you will believe me when I say that I could take a dozen tests and make a hundred per cent on every one of them, if my playing Saturday depended on it. I must play. When may I take the test? Oh, not so fast, young man, laughed the gray-haired dean. I am not privileged to give you the test, or I might hold you to your rash statement. Your Latin instructor will give you the test, or rather (very slowly drawing a letter-opener through his fingers) I will ask him to give the test. Understand that he is under no obligations to give you a chance to pass. You failed on the test he gave, and your work for sometime has shown (243) almo t no preparation. Go to Mr. ( ollins, and ask I im please lo come to my office. I will ask lum for you. rforth left the room, and the dean, fitting idly at his desk, beard m the hall a pari of a conversation. 1 wo of the boys were discussing Saturday ' s game, .ir.d one of them was laying, in? I guess you ' ve never seen Dan Steerforth play, or you ' d know with I im at center, there ' s no such word as ' lose. ' ' I he Steps passed out of hear- ing, and the dean, smiling a queer little smile, ga .ed hard at the ink itopepr. Soon Dan returned with Mr. Collins, a little, short, dark man with a determined chin anil quick, v| arp little eves that gave I im the app nance of being in a great hum. Good morning, Mr. C ollin . 1 I .ink you for coming. I was sorry to trouble you, but — Oh, no trouble at all, not a whit, not a whit. interrupted Mr. Collins briskly. Mr. C ollins, I have asked you to come here in order that I might discuss with you Daniel Sleerforth ' s Latin grade. I understand thai il was very low. Will you tell me just what his grade was? The two little lines on Mr. ( dims s forehead, just abo e the bus! v , I 1 .1 k evebrows and just below the bushy, black hair, deepened. His two bead-like little eyes grew grave as he answerd. He made a low grade. Dean Carrier. es, it pains me to say that his grade was very low, very low. indeed, sir. His last test was the proverbial straw, t li- grade was 30 per cent. Disgraceful? Yes, I think so. Mr. Collins, I am very greatly grieved that Dan has fallen so low in Latin; but as you know, he is captain of our varsttj basketball team. He it is who is responsible for the victory we hope to win Saturday. Because of his low grade in Latin, his ■ to be taken from 1 im. Il it is, he can ' l play. You see the situation. He has asked lor tie test. Will you give it to him? Once again the Latin professor paurcd. then said, Dean ( aimi. I will give him the test. I will give him a hard one, too. He has forfeited tie right to ask for it; but. 1! tie glory of i ardley is in his hands, he must be unhampered. es, I will give him a test. Let me see — this is I hursday — I will give him t! e tet tomorrow morning at eight o ' clock. That gives him tonight for preparation; and he will need preparation, for that teat w ill be -till, very stiff. Steerforth had been standing nervously silent during this conversation, and now he -lipped up to tie desk and saluted. Mr. Collins, he said, You ' re a brick. You are, and you are, too. Dean Carrier. and I — well. I guess I ' m a donkey. and with thai be drew his handkerchief from his pocket and blew lis nose ei -trenuouslv. All right, Dan (the dean -poke kindlv). Be prompt tomorrow morning and be well prepared. Now. you 111,1V go. Dan left tl e room. lie morning at ten minut es before eight. Dan entered Mr. C nllins ' s room with a pencil and a notebook. 1 1 e 1 id labored until the ■mall hours 1 tl e night. and felt confident tl at his test would l nv the result of 1 is work. ontequeotry his step was light and his he. lit -Il II llghtei IS ■iteied. He f jund only one of the cad ets there, (2-14) poring over some old volume of Latin verses. Thinking that Mr. Collins would be there soon, he waited for forty-five endless minutes. At last he asked the cadet: Where is Mr. Collins? Who? Mr. Collins? Why, he ' s gone home to his sister ' s wedding. He got a telegram yesterday afternoon and went away last night. He won ' t be back before Mon- day. Is there anything I can do for you? No, thank you. Dan picked up his cap and hurried to the dean ' s office. Several visitors were there, and again he waited — this time a forced wait — for endless ages. The big hand of the eld clock crept, like a snail, over ten little spaces, and, being unable to contain himself longer, Dan stepped up to the Dean. Sir, he said hurriedly, I have come to take my test. Mr. Collins has gone home. Did he give you any questions for me? Now, everyone knows that Dean Carrier can be cross only when he has been inter- rupted in a pleasant conversation. Dan knew this; but he was made painfully aware that he had forgotten it, when the dean turned to him and said tersely. No, Steerforth, I have no questions for you. Good morning. Again Dan waited a moment and then said, But, Dean Carrier, I must take the test. I must play tomorrow, and I can ' t unless I take the test. What can I do? I ' m sure I can ' t tell you. You should not have failed on your test. It was mere lack of application that caused you to fail. Good morning. Dan left the room and slowly picked his way through the throng of students in the hall. His eyes were blinded by what he told himself was perspiration, and he felt a great lump in his throat. At dinner that day Dan was not present. Neither was he present at roll-call. At taps, Tom Gray, his roommate, was compelled to report to Dean Carrier that he didn ' t know where Dan was. Tre dean looked thoughtful and mentally accused himself of having been too severe with Dan that morning. Knowing the boy ' s daring disposition, he feared — he hardly knew what. Saturday! The day had come! The day of all days! Today Yardley would meet her old and awful rival, Rockton. For years this contest had been the greatest attraction of the athletic season. Many victories were remembered, red-letter days, when the grand old blue and gold had flashed out triumplant; but some defeats were also remembered, days when the sun hid his face, and when blue and gold banners were trailed in the dust, while the hated red and black ones were unfurled. Everyone had been so confident of this victory! I say had been, for, when it was reported that morning that Dan Steerforth had run away, much of the confidence had departed. The team was in confusion! What could be done without a captain, and, more important still, what could be done without Dan Steerforth at center? Little dejected groups gathered on the side lines and buzzes of gossip went round. Rockton had heard of Dan ' s absence, and cheer after cheer went up from their stands. Their song rang out, the whistle blew, and the game was called. (245) W it ■ nightmare it all was! Rockton was well organized and alert. ardley was % illiuut her trusted leader, but i ardley was fighting for her reputation. I he game was not to be a walkover. e en though it was clear that Yardley must tire first, and that Rock- ton would win. How they worked! How the fighting squad surged back and forth, changing the scene of action from one end of the court to the other! Rockton was not so cock-sure now. but Yardley was losing some of the pent-up pugnautv. linn the lir-t halt was over, and Rockton wai in the lead bj a halt clo cn scores. How the red and black flashed! How the Rockton bleachers screamed and roared! In the hearts of i aidlev ' s loyal sons wai I wish — almost a prayer — Oh, if Dan Steerforth were only betel Whj should tlu defeat come to time-tried Yardley? Once again sounded the whistle to line up, but then — a volume of soul-giving cheers — ardley s stands had gone mad. Looking around, the boys of the team saw the rea- son, and broke into wild hilarity! Dan Steerforth was striding across the court, wearing a basketball uniform and smiling and waving to the stands which gave him such a wel- come. He stepped into place. I he second half began. How the ardley team took heart! Everyone seemed to recognize Dan as the har- binger of victory, and so he seemed to be. Score after score was made, but not without effort, for Rockton did not intend to have the pleasant taste of victory embittered by defeat. At last the score stood 24-23 for Rockton. It was time for the whistle. Dan held the ball. He aimed a throw at tl e basket. On this play the game hung. Oh. if it didn ' t go in! He mu t win for the dean — for ardley. I be leathern sphere whizzed through the air. and. alighting on the rim of the basket, hesitated as if undecided to whom it should award the victory of the day. Then it d ropped into the hoop and the game was won for Yardley ! How they cheered! How the tired boys took new life! As the whistle blew they raised Dan to their shoulders and marched triumphantly from the field. At the edge of the court they met the dean, who smiled a queer little smile and nodded to Dan. He hardly knew H I ether he should reprove the boy for his abrupt departure from school or congratulate him lor pulling the honor of ardley from the jaws of defeat. As he cam nearer. Dan pulled a battered paper from his pocket and held it out to him. Dean ( II ner opened it and read : Dl n ( UUUER: Daniel Steerforth arrived here this morning after riding all night on a freight train. He took hi- test, making 98 per cent. -, 1 ours. J. C. Con INS. I I • dean extended cue tl in. iCT.olarl] land to congratulate the man who had had a reason for playing truant. Josephine O ' Qumn. (246) iflrnm tlir ICtbrarg Hmdmii Of pictures, many grand or great, Portraying peace or strife, Perchance you ' ve seen or heard about At some time in your life. But come with me and I will show A scene to us most dear, Though it may be surpassed by some, I trow none are so near. Just come up to the library — ■ To read a book? Oh, no: Though that would be a treat to you, For once this purpose go. Pass over to the window here And cast your glance around; First take a view of that most near — The dear old Normal ground. The lovely flowers spring here and there To greet your downcast eyes; They seem to say, Be glad and gay; Look up to the blue skies; And see the sun how he now laughs And sheds his golden beams; He fills the mind with pleasant thoughts And iife with happy dreams. Then look beyond this cozy nook O ' er our broad em ' rald lawn, Where spreads the shade of stately trees, Which to old age have grown. Rest here your eyes a little time Ere they still wander on To take in more of this fine scene — A view of the old town. We see the depot standing near, With roof of rich, dark red. And just a little to its rear Are many roofs outspread — As if they were a coverlet, A blanket large and brown Upon a mingled background set, Uniting the whole town. Then farther on the springtime ' s seen In mellow, upt urned loam, Or waving fruit of fields so green, Where farmers like to roam. Note all of this at one swift glance Let your eye then gaze on, Where dark green trees and the bright sky Mark out the horizon. Drink in the beauty of this scene. Imbibe it to your fill; And tell me then — do you not think Here Natures shown some skill? If then you do not feel repaid For your slight trouble tak ' n, Pray God your heart may grow more soft To be by beauty shak ' n. — Bertha Pieice. (247) ahr (Christmas Spirit— A Jfautasji (( lass exeri ; M illcd me the favored child of fortune, for I had servants, and land. .ind gold; my word was law, and all men feared and obeyed me. Yet. I was not happy. Then one C hristmai daj I resolved to go out into the ' ild in search of happiness. As I crossed the draw-bridge of m cattle, a withered crone tottered out before me and pre.sed into my hand a CuriotSSfj si U lit hall of gold, telling me that some da ii would DM well. lien for long montl s I traveled far and wide, in a vain search for I appmrss. When ( 1 n-tmas Eve came arain I v as alone in a sti city. Everywhere on the streets I met groups of laughing children. Men and women I urned along with smiles on their facet. All of the world seemed happy. I alone was sad and discontented. The crowds, the lights, all angered me. I hate J these people, because they had what I could not get I crossed the street to avoid patting a group of laughing children. The children were hardly out of sight when a beggar raised a trembling hand, beseeel ing aid. I struck I im aside, and with rebellion in nv. I I passed on beyond the fates of the city out into the snow-clad fields of the country. Here at last I could be alone. I he mountains and valleyi lav w r ap ped in snow. 1 he tall pine trees loomed in the distance like ghostly sentinels a aintt ll ■ kv. I I. • mors were frozen and no sign of life was visible. I wandered n. A mighty stillness be an to oppress me. lie snow tl at. at fir-t, seemed so soft and white, HOW reminded DM of a shroud. A deathly stillness reigned and I was frightened. Then aero-- snow the tall figure of a young man glided. He seemed to be corning toward me. I •aw thai I • was clad in a shimmering robe of white, a silvery halo learned around I i head, and from his deep, dark eyes a sweet and gentle smile shone. I Wat no longer afraid. I knelt down in the snow, and. for an instant. I felt a light touch on my bowed lead. A strange feeling came over me. I looked up. hut the vision had passed. I I e vision had passed, but the light remained. I knew that the Spirit of Chri 1 .ul come to me. In my youth I had heard much of the wonders wrought by the S| of Christmas. I knew that on the night of ( hrist ' l birth thil Spirit walked abroad dis- tributing gifts to those in need — toy- to the children, food and drink to the thirsty, . u to the weary. A nit had been given to me, I wat iin-, bill SI vet I could not tell what it M lie mocn rc«e and silvered tie mow, tie shadows lengtheneJ and the -tar ol Beth- lehem began its journey I wandered on and soon came to a litile cottage. As I looked I nuigh the window I aw a woman crouching by the ember- of a dying fire. diel and dr pur were written on I er face. On a cot in a corner of tie i om lav two beautiful (248) II curly-haired children fast asleep. The woman rose, lifted her clasped hands above her head and prayed God to send her food and clothes for the little ones. Then she covered her face with her shawl and lay down on the floor. I understood all. It was time to give up the ball of gold that I had carried for a year. It could serve me no longer, but it would be a means of buying food and shelter for the sleeping children. I dropped the ball on the floor and it rolled slowly until it rested by one of the outstretched hands of the woman. I passed on ; the air was filled with music. Soon I came to my own castle, and, as I crossed the draw-bridge, I knew that the Spirit of Christmas had brought me happiness. — Camille Dreyfus. GJnmtttg of (JUjrtBtmaa Outside the rain ' s pouring in torrents, The chilly wind it doth blow; Inside all ' s warm and cosy, With cheery log-fire, all aglow, For Christmas time soon will be coming With holly and gay mistletoe, And St. Nick, with his liny reindeer, A-riding o er housetops will go; So cheer up, for Christmas is coming. The best time for frolic and fun, For soon all our cares will be over — By Yuletide our tasks will be done. — Edna Savant. (249) tfirr IflmuVrful iRnmntt I IIS evening as I came from the tennis court rather late. I s,iw Grandmother and my little sister Ruth on the porch. Grandmother in her little while cap and gray shawl, was sitting in her favorite wicker rocker. She had laid aside tl e shawl she WU knitting for Marion ' s baby, and I saw that she had my Potpourri in her lap. Looking at Potpourri, Granny? I called. It ' s a grand old book. 1 -s. Grandmother assented in her soft, refined voice, it is a I interesting book. Ruth and I are just looking at the pictures. You see il is too late to read. Ruth, comfortably settled on a little stool at Granny ' s feet, gave me a reproachful look, and I guessed wl at was going on. So I went through the hall to put up m racquet, and then, slipping quietly into Mother ' s room, lay down on the settee just inside an open window. Prom there I could indistinctly see Granny ' s dear little form and could understand evefj word she said. I had guessed correctly. Grandmother was telling Ruth a story, but she hadn ' t invited me to hear it because she thought that all of us but Ruth (she ' s nine) were too old for her stories. Granny fad opened the Potpourri at the picture of an old-fashioned girl in a frilly dress, sitting beside a tall white column. I heard her say, es, my dear, I remember a dress I once had that was about like this. I craned my neck to see, and was just about to call out to her that Avis Allen had drawn the picture, when I remembered (! at I didn ' t want her to know that I was so near, so I kept quiet and listened. It was at this very place. I his is the very spot, i ou can ' t tell ery much about it from the picture, but the tall white columns mark where the old house stood. Since the Normal has been there they have changed it all so much that I guess I wouldn ' t recognize it. I used to visit there often. Julia Bullard was my dearest friend, and it WU then in her dear, old ante-bellum home that I spent the most wonderful moments of mv whole life. It was in 1850 that I made a long isit at Julia ' s, and we (giddy young things that we were) bent all of our thoughts toward having a good time. Her father. Judge Bullard, WU ■ n prominent man, and Julia was so sweet and i ' . v that she was the favorite of all the younger set. Mrs. Bullard was so truly dignified and genteel that mother WU r erj willing to lea e me to her guidance. When I wrote home that Julia was to entertain her friends in my honor, and also was going to take advantage of this opportunity to present to Natchitoches society the son of her father ' s oldest friend. His Excellency .uhaiv Taylor. I WU ■ r«J proud (250) girl indeed. You see Mr. Richard Taylor, although he was just twenty-four years old, and was very handsome, was a very much sought-after man. He was from the old blue blood of Maryland and Virginia, had graduated from Yale, and was the center of the social circles in New Orleans. He had just returned from a tour of Europe, and it was said of him that the Prince of Wales himself had been pleased to entertain him. Mother told me later that her match-making heart had been light as she planned to herself my meeting with Richard Tayl or. I have no doubt that mother ' s excitement over the prep- aration of my dress was rivaled only by own own excitement over the wearing of it. We learned from Julia ' s father that Mr. Taylor owned a beautiful plantation home on the Mississippi River, and that he spent much time in deep study. He knew science, lit- erature, art, and goodness knows what all. The Judge said that his greatest charm was as a conversationalist. He had recently dined with the young man in his father ' s home and had been captivated with his winning personality and the many interesting accounts of his late trip to Europe. So, you see, my dear, it was no small honor to have the privilege of meeting him. Julia ' s cousins, Amy and May Bullard, were also visiting her, and with our other engagement and planning for the party, the time flew by. Almost before we knew it the day was upon us, and we (all a-fidget) were upstairs in Julia ' s dear old chintz-covered room dressing for the party. As I looked at my new silk gloves I imagined just the very place where the hand of Richard Taylor would touch it, for the time of presentation was to be a wonderful moment indeed. All of us had new dresses, and how pretty they were with their wide flaring hoop- skirts and glove-fitting bodices. Mine was rose-colored muslin over crinoline, and mother had made it beautifully with seventeen narrow ruffles each edged with Val lace. I noticed with joy that it was short enough to show my twinkling new slippers and a few inches of my lovely rose stockings. Amy combed my hair because she said it was too beautiful to be arranged unbecomingly. She did it in a loose coil on my neck and let one curl hang over my shoulder. Then she pulled a rose geranium (the like of which grew only in Julia Bullard ' s flower pots) and placed it just above my left ear, and I was ready. I remember how impulsively little Julia caught me and, holding me at arm ' s length, exclaimed, I declare, Lucy, you are all rose-color, and I can ' t tell which is prettier, the color in your cheeks or the color in the geranium. You will make a great impression on Mr. Taylor. ' ' ' Julia! ' Mrs. Bullard reproved her, ' don ' t muss Lucy ' s dress. Rose is most becoming to you, my dear, and now let us go down. ' So we tripped light-heartedly down the winding stairway, Julia telling in a subdued voice just how she would make her prettiest curtesy to Richard Taylor. But I must confess that I felt somewhat awed as the moment to meet such a great man drew near. I could feel my heart pounding against the rose-colored bodice. How beautiful the hall was! All the ferns and palms had been brought from the Bullard greenhouses, and the hall and the two big parlors had been made into a paradise. (251) I lie floors were waxed until they were like mirrors, and the five gray-haired negro musi- c mm were tuning their instruments in the corner. Mr. Taylor was not to come until later. The dancing began without him. but the whole conversation hinged en the great visitor who was to come. Between the dances Julia vs.i tl «• center of an admiring, inquiring group, for she had heard very much of the honored man from her father. So the evening passed in excited but pleasant ex- pectancy. At twelve o ' clock the man who had been sent to meet young Mr. Taylor re- turned, but he brought the message that Mr. I aylor had been called to the bedside of his father, who w as very ill. and so he could not be present at the ball. He sent his regrets to Mrs. Bullard in a letter of his own writing, and I remember that he said. ' Although nothing has given me more pleasure than the anticipation of meeting the family of my father ' s friend, and being a guest in his home, a sadder duty calls and I must answer. ' Then he added a gallant message to us girls, and that was all. So you see. I really did not meet Richard Taylor after all. But. Granny, Ruth objected, you said it was the most wonderful moment in your whole life! Why. so it was, grandmother answered, smiling sweetly to herself. It was on that night that I met your grandfather, and I danced four sets with him straight along. — Josephine O ' Quinn. A (Canmml nf Daiis Oh. peaceful days when hearts brim o e r With bliss and deep content; Oh.  tormy day when life seems drained By power vainly  penl. Oh. joyous day ; Oh. blissful days. Thai far from others sland. Bui every day should hold in store, :ne deed of love lo man Oh, days of grief when hearts within. Seemed turned lo polished stone Oh. weary days. Oh. dreary days. That stand out all alone. Oh. prayerful days. Oh. tearful days. Fast held ' neath silence ' s ban. And these are days when we ve denied Some deed of Inve lo man Oh. heav ' nly days, which stand oul clear. As bright white rays of light. Oh, treasured days, when God seems near. lmost within our sight. Oh. wondrous days we hoard like gold. While lime ' s glass drops its sand — And these are days that boast some deed Of love lo fellowman. — Maiy I lavnet. rM) An Sfoal fofiann FTER placing Lilline Logan in charge of the fourth term Latin class, Mr. Winstead went to observe in Model. The class, after various mistakes, finished reading the lesson for the next day. The following conversation then took place: Please read that next sentence. Oh, I can ' t. Let ' s not study, anyway. I ' ll read it if you will tell me what Amore means. To love, of course. No, it doesn ' t. Amare means to love. Amore means by love. Let it go by love, then. Go on. Induced by love they can — can — Can what? Have you studied your literature? No, and it ' s hard, too. Good night! I haven ' t looked at mine. Who ' s got Sir Andrew? I have Mane, bless her heart! — And she sent me a pearl-handled nail-file for a Christmas present. Oh, come on, I want to get this lesson so I can go to the show tonight. What does locupletes mean? Lilline, do you have to take a music lesson today? Lilline, how much — ? Believe me, we have to be too good up here. longer before the bell? I saw her foot sticking out from under the bed, and she got as pale as a ghost, and said, ' Please don ' t tell on me, ' and I — I don ' t like to sit down and be a mummy. Miss Hart goes just like a cat, and comes when you least expect her. She came in last Sunday during quiet hour when I was — . Well, you know when Thelma gets on a high key there ' s no stopping her. I surely did have to sit on Ruth and Mattie last night. Well, Mattie was trying to choke me. I just hate to be monitor, because you know a monitor is always getting — . One night Miss Feltus came in and found six of us in one bed. We pretended to be asleep, and did not answer her, but when she turned on the light Thelma and I forgot to close our eyes. She said — (253) What that. May B.? I nmplj i. mi itudy at night. anyway. All I stud i- Latin. I mine tell you. I used to come up here during quiet hour on Sundaj to MC .1 yni and — . Here comes Mr. Winstead! We I a e finished, Mr. m-tead! A et, about an hour ago. Mr. Winstead. please read tomorrow ' s lesson to us. None of us can read it. — Stella Mae Ensminger. ahf Amrrirau (trmrtrru at jXatrhitnrl.f s Beneath ihote rugged oakt thai catl their thade Where flower bloom, there stood the old Fren h (•■ 1 There now in nairow bed forever laid. Lie men who ame from every foreign port. i ' erhap within this mound of earth it laid. The athet of a chieftain proud and brave; Oi of a scolar. pauper, prince, or knave; For every path of life leadi to the grave. Since counllett number retl within thi tpace. Some graves cannot be lold from common  od. But there, where vine and flower interlace, Lie man the noble l work of God. Oh! you who pa«t within lhi hallowed ground. And liomp  o rudely o ' er the lifelett clay; Jutl paute and read aboie lhi« gratty mound 1 he tlory of a life lhat '  patted away. — Inez Allen Suffrage nn tlj? IfUl N January 22, 1916, when the sun was setting low below the pines and dairy barn, great excitement prevailed on Normal Hill. The young women of the Young Women ' s Study Club had allowed their thoughts to wander away into the distance. They lived in the year 1928 with all its grandeur and splendor. A great social reform had come to pass. The hand that rocks the cradle was ruling the world. On the same old hill, under the same old pine trees, on the same old grandstand, were gathered the same faces of 1916, to recall the past and to predict a future for the state and Hill. As matters could be interpreted, this was a political meeting, with Miss Marjorie Connor as the presiding officer. Miss Anna Bell had a tight grasp on the governor ' chair; Mr. Dad Norred, who had been since 1916 a strong advocate of woman ' s rights, was aspiring to the lieutenant-governorship; Miss Elaine Lazaro, who had been an ardent suffragette since her earlier school career, desired the office of secretary of state. Miss Pearl McVea had allowed herself to express the desire of taking charge of the State Normal. Many being vitally interested in the school, Miss McVea made it her point to state that the first reforms she would endeavor to secure would be the addition of weekly dances to the regular Normal program, and, with the assistance of the efficient janitor, Lane Grigsby, to keep the campus at best, providing it with lawn benches so that the young ladies might entertain the young gentlemen during the evenings. Miss Edna Fant, with all her dignity, was graciously smiling at the Honorable Murphy J. Sylvest, who had slowly ascended to the Presidency of the United States. Miss Fant wished a seat on the Supreme bench. President Sylvest was at last partially convinced that women and men were on the same intellectual footing. Miss Hilda Moody was there with all her womanly charms to convince the gentle- men that ladies were as feminine as they were before suffrage was extended to them. As Suprintendent of Education, Miss Moody promised that gentlemen as well as ladies would be duty bound to pursue a stiff course in domestic science. In 1916, Mr. Jules Barre had opposed woman suffrage on the ground that women would be lowered if they were given suffrage. However, as Father Time was stealing from him some of the moments of his life, he was beginning to realize that woman suffrage had been the cause of the elevation of men. The consensus of opinion was that the development of the Pelican State was assured because of the wisdom of the above-named stars in the galaxy of Louisiana Solons. — Mary Lazaro. (257) iflil (Cmtp for iflaitrr BOL ' I five o ' clock in the morning I wai awakened from a beautiful dream b] r i - excited voices of the girls in the section. L ' pon opening my eyes in wonder I saw great big coals of fire floating around. Just then Lillian yelled, Get up. everybodv ' I liiv whole place is on fire! So I awoke Rachel and we sprang up as if we had been struck by lightning. Sybl. in her hurry, put on Miss Moore ' s stocking. And while we were rushing around, we heard Miss Moore say. Sybl. take off my stocking; I don ' t care if the whole place is on fire, I have to have it. ou look for yours. Lillian and Mary ran out without thinking of saving their valuables and told us to hurry, but Nita. more thoughtful than they, begged them to wail until she got her clothes. Without waiting to investigate, and with only the thought of tomorrow. I began to pack. Everything from suits to pin cushions and hairpins went into the bundle. Of course when I attempted to raise it. it was an impossibility, for it weighed at least a ton. Meanwhile Rachel, her thoughts wholly occupied with saving her pink evening dress. threw everything into the tray of her trunk and started off. saying, Adeline, please come on! F.verybody else has gone and all the stairs will be burned if you don ' t hurr ' On reaching the hall she was assured by Nita and Mary and a crowd of other girls, who had gathered to see the fire, that Model was really safe, and that the cause ot all the commotion was a negro cabin back of the campu-. When I heard this I tried to stick my bundle out of sight in order to hide the secret, hut it was impossible. lh.it morning when we began to dress, the whole section was amused by the con- versation which issued from our room. Adeline, I can ' t find my stocking anywhere. Did you put it in that bundle? No, I looked with my things and it isn ' t there. It must be on the floor somewhere. So Rachel went around with one sock on and one sock off until she found the stocking in my trunk, where I had stuck it in attempting to replace my things before an] one law them. Adeline, where ' s the pin-cushion? I just have to have some pins to pin mv wait) before I can go to breakfast, came the plaintive ry from Rachel, as she was standing half-dressed in the midst of confusion. It would I ave been lots easier to find ■ pin in ■ hav -t.uk than to find the pin-cushion in our room. Although I have often heard that walls have e.u-, I have ne er heard that they have tnouthl also, but n some strange manner Mr. St. Amant heard of our preparediu — for tomorrow, and the next day in discussing the five chief inventions, one of which is tire, he said. We ' ll let Miss Norgress and Miss Darnall tell us if fire is destun li e . — Adeline Darnall. 38) Sit? ttxt nf Kjoup Tell me not at love ' s departure That your heart ached with the pain, For the heart knows not affection — Love resideth in the brain. Say not that your heart was troubled, When you left loved ones behind, For you know not your emotions — Love is only in the mind. When you feel your heart a-thumping. Bumping against your ribs again, Say, Be still, misguided organ — Love is found but in the brain! — Josephine O Quinn. ICunrlt ISjnur (Town Girls in Room 10.) Glory! Thank Goodness! At last it is noon. Gee, but it ' s almost as hot as old June. Wonder what Dinah put in for my lunch? Hope there ' s a great deal on which I may munch. Girls, don ' t you think J. F. is real fickle? Give me a bile of that great big dill pickle. You say you got P-|- on two term exams? Say, how did you get on with those two school maams? Pearl, let me in on that gorgeous fruit cake. Slats, if you could, how much would you take? Nigger, you say you will take me to Sams? Oh, re scue that sandwich — the one Loreen crams. Well, girlies, I ' m sorry to leave you behind. Sudie, I ' ll promise to bring you the rind. I know a secret but you must not tell — Time flies so quickly — Don ' t say that s the bell! — Marguerite Stewart. (259) Shark (Offirrrs Dean . James N rhi D Matron Mr Berger Patron M. J. SyLWI Chief Musician . . . Don E. Dulaney Jeiler R. I.. GRICSBY Fireman . . Cot ' RTNEY SnOODY Coo R. R. J i raj Waiter ... J J. Richardson Diihwasher TOM WOXIAMI Hulrr-tav . . . L. M Chimin Flun ie Frank I ' RIM Scribe I HOMAS CaRRLTH Ha k na iv rN - •  i r j a J. Robertson Pretty Boy Marvin M Pum Irving Davis Coach CaSLYU Thompson Poet Francs 1-awler . J M|n NORRED Fatly . R. V M Medina . L. M. C hiiiin Red . . NUrpim Rogers Peoncon Frank Penz 4 T 8 QHp Shark N a quiet, secluded corner of the camptM, far removed in order that the hideous sounds that occasionally issue forth from its walls will not disturb the peaceful solitude of the other inhabitants of the Hall, stands what is often spoken of by its occupants as The Shack. ( ompared with the handsome structure that can be viewed from its galleries, this is probably a fitting name, although within its walls are found those who are destined to play an important part in the future of the State. Let us look into this Shack and carefully inspect a few of its in- habitants. Entering the southeast corner room of the first floor, we are confronted by that handsome, witty, all-round star athlete, Rastus L. Grigsby. who will some day be coaching the champion football team of the State. In the adjoining room is seen the solemn, influential, imperial Dad Norred, destined to be a great leader of men and probably Governor of the State, for he now holds the high and responsible position of Governor of the Shack. Not far from these gentlemen we see one who, in the near future, will be such an anthropologist as the world has never dreamed of — the observant, innocuous, insatiable Francis Lawler. I ime will not permit us to view them all. We shall now ascend to the second floor. Among these I must mention first the determined Dulany. the itttdioiM Rogers, the in- domitable Pen , the aristocratic Griffin. Nearby is that innocent, lovable, superlative ( 1 .ules Webb, no doubt the future head of the Department of Rural Education at thr Normal School. But, at the top of the stairs, in a room from which no unnecc- sounds ever come, Wt 1 .i e the pleasure of looking upon those who will be spoken of in history a hundred years hence as the I hree Great Statesmen of the Twentieth C enlury — the illustrious Edmond E. Corkern. the industrious H. Joyner C ' olvin. and the incom- parable Murphy J. Sjhrut — Thomas ( arruth. (260) A Stomal Kamanr? T is in the gloaming. The myrtle-scented atmosphere that overhangs Normal Hill like a mantle is filled with the mingled melody of the final echoes of the campus bell and the distant chimes of the vespers. The only illumination is the filtered light from the shaded electroliers, in combination with the twilight shadows. Far in the dimness, looming against a background of towering pine trees, can be seen the massive brick dormitories. But see! From out this seeming repose a willowy figure, clad in ruffles and laces, hastily draws her chiffon scarf closer around her snowy shoulders, and trips uneasily across the green sward. Closer she draws ; now she steps gently upon the concrete walk and comes easily but surely forward. The last of the electroliers is passed. Its fitful ray reveals a face of unusual fairness, notwithstanding the paleness. Beneath her brunette curls her dancing eyes bespeak determination. The turn- stile is passed. The town folks casually passing remark at the strangeness of such an occurrence. I hear the click of the screen door at Sam ' s confectionery nearby. There the profile of a manly form is silhouetted against the cpposite wall by a single beam of the moon just rising. He steps off the sidewalk to avoid meeting two teachers — one the dean of girls, the other the instructor of Home Economics. Nevertheless, they have seen him. With much precaution he crosses the intersecting tracks of the railroad that separates him from the girl who is now cautiously waiting. They meet; he clasps her hand; with one hesitating glance at the ominous forms of the teachers still standing at the doors of the confectionery, they carefully follow the narrow trail around the campus fence, without another thought of the teachers who, with discreet but pronounced haste, are following them. I cannot distinguish their words. But sight is not forbidden me, for the radiant beams of the low-hanging harvest moon, filtering through the branches of the cedars, revea! the familiar faces of Alton Alford and his sister, Leta. The HEROINE. Nature iuoij! Hu, Nature £ tuujj O ' er you I have raked my brain, Nature Study! My Nature Study! I ' ve golton so I am not sane, Nature Study! My Nature Study! I count the hours which you have slain, And then I ask what is my gain. Methinks I ' ve spent my lime in vain, Nature Study! My Nature Study! In great despair now I am sunk, Nature Study! My Nature Study! I know that I am bound to flunk. Nature Study! My Nature Study! Each month my spirits go ker-flunk, Which makes me feel so very punk, Tis simply all quite crazy junk, Nature Study! My Nature Study! — Anne Towles. (261) A 5fiTfilm x Yi Btan) Si Y I p| | MIll.K I v P)| 5— Monday. I I :30: Little Diary, it ' s been a long tinx- Mine we had a private chat, hasn ' t it? Hut we arc going to begin all over again, and I ' m going to tell you all the sorrows and joys of m school days. I dei Lie. though, it ' s a poor beginning — -a tired, lonesome I if-l ' ic on her way to Normal. Don ' t you know. Little Diary, I mu t DC the only new girl on this tram, and to think I should already be spoken ol by tlat contemptible name, I resbJe ! I just saw a girl lean over tl.e leal and wl i-pcr to Grace, Are you bringing that little ' hreshie ' to school? Grace calk her I 1 eta, and says she is a ninth-termer; but if an over- developed tongue signifies the distinction! of a ninth-termer, then I ' m glad I am a hie. Great guns and little fishes. Little Di.nv ' Here ' s Lafayette already! September 13, 1915 — Monday night, 11:30: Little Diary. I ' ve limbed Normal Mill! If I live to be ninety-nine. I shall never forget the sensations and chilly feelings thai seemed to play tic ' tack-toe up and down my spine as I carried that heavy grip up that Hill at 10:30 tonight. If my goal is as hard to climb as that Hill (I ' m glad they don ' t have -uch botherations in St. Mary Parish), then I suppose I had belter take the next train back home. Esther, Ine , Beulah and I came immediately to my room in Model, and such a room! The hotel at Cypress has better accommodations than this. Little Diary, I never saw such rooms in all my life. There are three rooms in a section, and what gets me is that the partitions between the rooms do not extend to the top of the ceiling. Esther lays thai tie real purpose of these low partitions has not been placed in the category (I don ' t know what that means) of undiscovered facts. However, she has found thee partitions to serve as an excellent tennis net; for championship games took place in a section downstairs, between her and a girl named Llhel. I guess she ought to know; she ' s a ninth-termer. We had the grandest feast out of the remains of our lunches; but let me tell you a secret. Little Diary; I couldn ' t enjoy it a bit, because Irma, Lsthei and Inez kept on telling Beulah and me that tie light had to be out at 10:30, and if Miss heltus caught us, si e would have Miss Varnado put us under arrest. Now, Little Diary, I tried to put up a brave front, as it I knew all about the jail, but I didn ' t knovi .i blooming thing. I wish I had gone to another school now Me idea of throwing schoolgirls in jail for breaking a little old rule! As il Iftej never did w they were at scrool. I ' m going to ask father to show me the jail the first thing tomorrow. Little Diary, I believe I ' m going to cry. but I can ' t let these old girls see me. 1 I n thnk I am U M I wouldn ' t offend them for the world. I here. Little Diai . 1 hear somebody dapping I The girls say it ' s Miss heltus — but I just have one more thing to say, I know I ' e chatted as if I had hydrophobia, but I haven ' t — I ' m just homrsi. k ' September 14, 1915 —Tuesday night: I wish I was dead! Little Diary. I didn ' t (262) mean to explode like this, but if anything can be worse than being proclaimed a Freshie ' ' from the heights of Normal Hill, it ' s getting classified in Main Building. Little Diary, it was horrible! I wonder if there is a silo pit on this Hill? I feel like throwing myself into it in sheer desperation. But there I go talking as though I had hydrophobia again. Well, Little Diary, I was dreaming of our farewell dance this morning — ancient history now — when I was awakened by a bell that sounded worse than the African Mt. Zion Church at home. Beulah and I jumped immediately — something had happened. But we soon found no grounds for our fears, it was the rising bell, and we were given ten minutes in which to dress and get to breakfast. Little Diary, Ichabod Crane, on the back of Gunpowder, could not have hurried faster from the Headless Hessian Horseman than we did to get to breakfast o_n time, only to be assured that we had a whole hour before the breakfast bell rang! Of course, being unassuming Freshies, we took our medicine without even taking anything to cut the taste. Little Diary, think of dining in a room with six hundred girls ! I can ' t see how I can go through such an ordeal every day. There is so much noise that you can ' t hear the girls across the table speak unless they make their hands into megaphones and shout. That is the truth, too ! Then that stampede when Miss Varnado claps ! The old girls — those that have the over-developed tongues — ■ just break through the line as if they were running the Indian gauntlet. They don ' t appre- ciate our presence a bit, and step all over our toes. Little Diary, one of the old girls says that she is going to report me if I don ' t get to work and study, so you see, Little Diary, a Freshie must be humble and always on her p ' s and q ' s. I ' ll tell you of classification another time. September 16, 1915 — The old girls are asleep during study hours, so I suppose I can now tell you of classification day and Main Building. Nemo in wonderland could not have had the trouble I did in exploring those halls and classrooms in Main Building. All of the rooms are numbered in Roman letters, and here ' s another secret. Little Diary; I ' ve forgotten my Roman letters! But Esther says that by the time Mr. Hedges gets through with me I ' d wish Roman letters were the only thing in the category. (Why will she persist in using that word? I haven ' t got my dictionary yet, either.) We had to show our diplomas to a teacher named Mr. St. Amant (that ' s the spelling, but the pro- nunciation has not been placed in the category of pronounceable names). (I guess even if I am a Freshie, I can use the word, too.) He was very patient with us, but he in- sulted the Patterson High School by asking if we had an up-to-date chemistry laboratory — and it has just been plumbed, too! The girls with the over-developed tongues just won ' t help us find our way over the building, and have that superior air, I ' m as old as Methusa- leh, and as wise as Solomon, so you might as well ask me to show a ' heathen Chinee ' over Main as a Freshie. The idea! And we just wander from place to place, like lost sheep, and then half the time can ' t find our destination. Why, it took me half an hour to find Mr. Hedges ' room! September 17, 1915 — My troubles still continue. Little Diary, and now it ' s the library. I found it today, but whether I ' ll ever be able to reach it again is uncertain. I ventured to ask a girl in a very meek manner, How shall I find my way to the library? She answered in the curtest manner. Walk up the- statu. Well, by tin time I was maJ. and answered just as curtly. I am perfectly aware of the fact that I have to walk, up the stair , as I see no elevator. Little Diary. I haven ' t decided whether I ' m progressing or not, but if all the days ahead will be as hard as this one, I must throw up my hands! I ' m an awful grumbler, Little Diary, but I always feel better after I ' ve grumbled to you! October I. 1913 — Little Diary, I ' e neglected you terribly; but really this is the first chance I ' ve had to talk to you in an age. I ' m being educated now, you see, and that means work, all the time. October I I, 1915 — Little Diary. I am at last happy! No more woeful chats for a while! My slip is clean ! I believe that ' s what the old-girls say. And. Little Diary. Normal Hill is grand! Dear me. I seem to have a very ejaculatory style today; this page is peppered with exclamations. But what do you think is the best of all? I am promoted out of the Frcshic class, and now I ' m going to write of elevating subjects as only a Normal girl should write. So, Little Diary, in turning the pages of my life as a Freshie, I can only say, Ala«. alack! A Fie hie '  lol It prrlly rough and balmy ; Bui if I live. I ' ll make it hoi For those who ' ve made il lhoin ' Rachel Norgress. jFmmii in ffirlrn 3lmtra ' ifiiuli rluuil Diary r wrrr sitting in the classroom Reading Carsar. when we heard Strains of mum toflly floating. Like the warblings of a bird. 1 I i were sixteen floated upward! By the lime that  ong wa done Ca-sar ' s balllet were forgotten e were giggling ju l like fun. Down by. came up through the window. Followed by ihe old mill ilream. O. that bass il wa divine — And that tenor was a dream. I lelen. you begin the reading. This I heard the teacher  ay. I, poor gooie. tlood up and giggled Still 1 heard that lovely lay. Bui meanwhile we were struggling Willi Riral (. ' jrsar and hi men - e ' d nn lime to list to tong birds. Still it wat quite funny, warn O, Mi i Cair. I said quite faintly. I read Carsar while they sing? I hat '  .1 necessary evil. Said  he.  illy lillle thing. (264) I BjalUmreVtt ifeattH a Skat IS SEVEN A LUCKY NUMBER. EY, there, you, wake up! Lessie whispered commandingly. It ' s time to go. Mattie and Dessie and Martha are going down now. Eleanor had not been asleep, but was somewhat drowsy after having lain still for nearly three hours. Sh! Miss Zimmerman will hear you. Have you called Tony yet? Yes, she ' s coming. Old crazy nut was fast asleep. Where are the cakes and Hersheys? Bessie and Leila May took the ice cream in the shower room this evening. Come on, hurry up! Eleanor picked up the big bag of cakes, and she, Leila May and Lessie started downstairs. They were soon joined by Tony, all tip-toeing in bare feet, particularly cautious as they passed Fannie White ' s open door. Seemingly after ages of nervous strain and a peculiar cold feeling caused by the cold, cold pavement floor of the basement, these seven sat on the floor of the shower-room. Dessie Flora Weaver, taking it upon herself to be hostess, began opening the ice cream freezer. This being a very petite affaire, the ice cream was served in peanut butter glasses. Cakes of all varieties were passed from girl to girl. Silence reigned over the whole place except foi the click, click of the spoons as they hit against the glasses. Sh! here comes somebody, said Dessie, softly, but rather nervously. Quit your kiddin ' ? What ' s the use? If we ' re caught we ' re caught. Ain ' t that logic? Lillian Mulder doesn ' t believe in getting scared because it doesn ' t do any good (so she claims). Eleanor got the giggles ; Lessie thought she ' d make a little noise ; Leila May got excited; but Tony, Mattie and Martha sat meek and calm. Yes, these three sat quite serene, until they heard someone coming, and they found it was Miss Sheen. Horrors! Miss Sheen just coming in at twelve o ' clock at night! They had had these scares so many times already that this one was not worse than the others; in fact, it was hardly as bad until Dessie said, Lordy, you all, here comes Miss Sheen, for sure! Such confusion and conclusions! There are only five showers, and there were seven girls. How four girls crowded into one shower can be explained only by the utter loss of reason. In their excitement they were unaware of the noise which reverberated through the hallway. Perhaps you can picture Miss Sheen from their point of view through the shower doors, in her brown messaline dress, just having come, possibly, from a music and art meeting! Evidently the events of the evening had not been entirely to her liking, for, in rather unpleasant tones, she said, Girls, what does this mean? The girls had thought themselves as quiet as mice, but in the first shower, Lelia May, Lessie and Tony were in quite an undecided state of mind. (265) M Sheen -poke in tones of steel, Girls, come out of there. Let ' s get out of here. We can ' t stay all night, and she knows we ' re in here, so come on, urged Tony. Dessie stepped out by this time and stood in the doorway waiting for the rest to come. M 51 -en asked Dessie where they were, but Dessie. stirring a spoon around in her empty glass, stood like a mute. Finally Miss Sheen WW ie .irded for her moments of in- dignation by a ver untiring moving picture, which must have caused her to laugh inward- ly, though she gave no outward sign. Sheepishly, on their bare toes, the remaining girls stepped from their hiding place. Each gazed in painful embarrassment at Miss Sheen, as they passed in single file like convicts. As soon as they were out of sight, they made a rush for their rooms. Saturday morning this particular seven were on time for breakfast. They knew Miss Dean would call them up after breakfast, and — were you ever in the same boat? Have you ever gone through that misery? And all in vain; they were not called up at all. Wasn ' t Miss Sheen a darling not to report us? I bet she didn ' t go to breakfast this morning. 1 es, she did, too. I saw her, and I think she was a true sport not to report uv These were the remarks exchanged in 105-A Saturday morning. Sunday morning after breakfast Allyne Haynes came to 105-A with the news that Miss Dean wanted to see immediately I .cila May Smith, Eleanor Smith and Lillian Mulder. Oh, my golly! ejaculated Tony, as usual. What is the matter now? Allyne, how about not letting us go there entirely green? Miss Sheen and Miss Dean were talking as I passed by in dining hall, and Miss Deen asked me to come for you, explained Allyne. I he lour walls of the reception room witnessed a tragedy, the result of which was t w weeks under strictest arrest. — Lillian Mulder. (266) (general 3nfnrmatton iktreau mt Normal Etiquette (Conducted for the sole benefit of all Normalites and teachers. All of your questions will be answered promptly if you enclose with your problem a stamped envelope.) Editor: Marjorie Connor. My DEAR MADAM : What should a Normal student do to entertain herself during a Lyceum number? BlLL. Ansrver — Write notes and whisper. (Nit.) MADAM KNOW-ALL : What must we do when we are in somebody else ' s room during study hour and the monitor knocks on the door? West Hall BEAUTY. Ansrver — You may have two choices. Either get under the bed or in the locker. Both have been successfully tried. My Dear MADAM: How can two cripples use the same crutch? Mabel and Jeff. Ansrver — Have one withdraw into seclusion while the other makes his debut. My DEAR MADAM: Will you please tell me what the assembly is for? Mr. O. Answer — The assembly is used for the purpose of studying Solid Geometry, Geogra- phy and other sixth-period subjects. My Dear MADAM: What are the best methods of catching a Normal beau? Blondie. Ansrver — I have referred your letter to Miss Blossom Meyers, since Miss Nannie Haas has left. MADAM ETIQUETTE: How can we save our complexions from the sun ' s fierce rays? Miss Careful-of-the-Complexion. Ansrver — One of the coyest things out is the sunbonnet like our grandmothers used to make. Try one. DEAR MADAM: Why is it that Mr. Berger and Miss Sheen are always late for lunch and dinner? MUSIC STUDENT. Ansrver — We refuse to disclose state secrets. My Dear MADAM : What would you advise me to do when I get a box from home and unusual visitors pile into my room? Harassed Normal Girl. Ansrver — Sit on the bed, talk Anastasiafied ! and, while swinging the feet, gently but firmly push the box of eats farther under the bed. (267) Dear Madam ETIQUETTE: How can person wear different clothes all the time) Dining Hall Cutie. An Wer — What! On Normal Hill and you do not know? — Borrow. MADAM : What should I do when the bell rings? DETRACTED MaID. AntWtf — Go to bed. Madame ETIQUETTE: What would you recommend to create a little excitement in the evening, after we have partaken of our heavy evening ' s sustenance? Si IM and Fat. AlUWer — Mr. Snoddy recommends the D. H. roof garden. DEAR MADAM : How can we get to breakfast on time on Saturday Normal Girl. AntWer — String of beads, middy, skirt, and boudoir cap — if you have three min- utes. If only two — leave off the beads. MADAME: How must we enter Mr. Roy ' s office? TlMID FRESHIE. Answer — A hop, a skip, a jump, and a merry ha! ha! would be very appropriate. Madam : When you want to read a dime novel and a Y. W. C. A. girl calls, what is the best way to get rid of her? LlL. Answer — Tell her you ' ve heard of someone who wants to join Y. W. C. A., and that she must look her up before she changes her mind. Madame ETIQUETTE: What is to be done when one is so unfortunate as to break two test tubes, a bottle, and three funnels in one afternoon in chemistry lab., and the teacher suddenly arrives on the scene of destruction? CHEMISTRY STUDENT. Answer — Don ' t worry. Mr. Davis will give you all you want. Have a good time. The explosions are lots of fun. MADAM : I ' m very anxious to make a hit with Dr. Hazzard. How can I succeed? EfCHl H Termer. Answer — My dear, start every sentence with well and you ' ve said enough to impress Dr. Hazzard. Inrf ntilr When you wake up al break of day .And feci ju$l like you ' d like to tay Something mean lo titter May. JiikI mile! At night when you prepare for bed And tomething troubles your dear head, Something perhapi  omeone hat taid, Ju l «milr! You ' ll find it helps a whole big heap An. I mi II M jure lo go to  leep; So try lhr e wordt lo alwayi krrp. Jutt imile! -H I (268) At % iFair My Dear FLO: You have asked for a bit of Normal life. Below I give it to you in a six-reel moving picture: Reel I — (Normal Hill the night before.) Yes, I am going. Are you? Wake me at four. Don ' t forget! I want a new tie. Promise me your hat. There! I told you not to lend your suit; I wanted it. My kingdom for a pair of silk hose with white clocks! Someone please lend me a dollar! Reel II — (Br-r-r-r-r- three o ' clock. Alarm clocks one after the other.) Get up! You ' ll never get there. Hurry! Pins, somebody, please! What time is it? I ' m up! (Bobbling and running in the corridors.) Shut up! I want to sleep. Wanted: a shoe- shiner! There goes my shoe string! Bang! My brand new Mazda, at that. Hair- pins! (At the breakfast table half an hour before the waiters come in.) Waiter, I ' ll have some. (Grab for the coffee and toast.) I just can ' t eat! Ouch, why didn ' t you tell me the coffee was scalding hot! Pass the biscuits! Promise me the grits. Hey, there! Don ' t take all. Wait, I ' m going, too. My napkin! I forgot to leave it at the table! Reel III — (A rush at the train one hour before time.) Save me a seat! Here ' s one. Seat promised! I want a seat in this coach. (Conductor hollering: This coach for the town folks! Normal to the rear!) Will this blamed thing ever move? I know she will miss the train. Hurry! Look, they ' re just leaving the Hill. (B-r-r-r-r-shivering.) I ' m so cold. If you ' d had a little more waist on you wouldn ' t be. All aboard ! Ah-a-a-h, there we go. I wonder if I ' ll see Him. Yes, I got a telegram yesterday at noon. Don ' t make me blush. You bet, me and you both. I want a badge! Pass the pins! Reel IV — (At the fair grounds.) Yonder ' s Shreveport! All out for the Fair Grounds! Mr. Roy says be sure not to leave the fair grounds! Oh! did you see that darling boy? Oh, for just a bite of that hamburger. Let ' s buy ticklers. You bet I saw her with that gorgeous-looking L. S. U. boy! That look of the Dean just slayed me! I just can ' t be bothered. Did you see the Baby Show? Who ' s the joke on? I ' ll never get in a jam like that again. I have just met her right over there. (Points with her finger.) I haven ' t seen Him yet. Look!! There he goes now! Reel V — (At the games.) What a swell grandstand. Gee! some class to our band. (Yells and songs by the L. S. N. crowd, accompanied by the band. L. S. U. boys root for Normal. Game starts.) Go to it, boys! Hurrah for Normal! (Yell.) Pshaw! He was so near the goal! Good play! Keep it up! (Clapping.) Good! (Mr. Roy yells from above: Give them courage. Don ' t go to sleep.) There, he missed it again! They ' re ahead. (End of game.) Normal has lost, but of course Tve could have beaten them. It ' s just a streak of hard luck, that ' s all. Our boys did some tall playing! Now for the L. S. U. and Arkansas game! I ' m for La. any day. Eat ' em (269) up, I i r - 1 hall er! Look, .it V. I., and St Amanl doing the snake dance! H«| Hal Hurrah I I knew they ' d win. What the score? Rah I Rah I Hoorah ' I Red VI — (Homeward bound at night.) Good-bye. It bicakl ins heart to leave you. 1 lunv on or we ' ll miss that train (A crowd panting.) I juM did catch that last coach! Don ' t talk to me! I ' m just naturally dead, that ' s all. Hah! Go way, let me sleep. What time is it? Early in the morn? I hat blamed old Hill. I see it already. Ouch! Keep off my feet. I hey are tired ee ' nuf. ( i r-r, snoring in the next coach.) Me for a jitney! I can ' t walk, anv more. (All out for Natchitoches!) I hank goodness! Me for my III ' white bed. (v lapping by the monitor in the Hall.) Quiet, k i r I ! People want to sleep. Lights out out down the Hall. Good-night! — Solange Melancon. Aunt ItiitmirYi nlttiiqitl) I i the lan ' s sake! Dese chilluns runs me nigh ' stracted! Des look w ' at dey dun put in this wais ' basket! Sich cr glom ' ration es nebber I seed! cr ' s nuf cak ' en crakers fer Dad Rabbit en all ob is chilluns, en mo ' meat den all ob ma ' chilluns eats in er da ' en night. Dis yer ting has der scint ob Hot ' s Germum. Sho du wush I had sum ob der candy wa ' t wu . in dis box! Dey sho ' hab er lubly time! Der red stuff in dis box is wa ' t make em purty en de face! Ha! I ' se cotch em! Gwine ter fetch it wicl me fer to make ma ' se ' f purty. Ef Mis ' Varnudoor cud see all dese huls, sumbody d cotch de berry ol ' Nic! Dese ol shoes mought fitt ' n my babe. I ' se am not gwine ter trow dem way. Lav ' Da look at dese pank stock ' n ' s fer sure, wid jes fix holes en em. Sho ' , dat am luck! Gluvs! Ln sum hair mos ' de same cz mm ' . I kalkerlates I ' se gwine to mak ' dem niggers j ' Vlus Sunda ' at meetin ' ! Ha! Ha! Wush I cud read ritin ' . Bet dis ez from her bo. Dat ' s all cept sum chick ' n bones wa ' t ain ' t fitt ' n fer ■ kitt ' n ter chaw. Hope I ' ll fin ' dis much en de nex ' rum! Zaidee Boatner. Qta thr ntt2Hal Grave memhrance of annrnl limn, I hy place and worlh arl clear. Sm. r in a thousand landi and climrt Thy pretence wa l to dear. But  in. r |o Normal thou ramr. Thy work hat changed full much. For now the work lhal wr do frame For thee it. Be a perch Mar«arrl IV krU. A JKuuatur? fbtipnurri HE OLD TERM being dead, and the New Term coming of age, which he does by school law, as soon as breath and tears are out of the old gen- tleman ' s body, nothing would serve the young spark but he must give a dinner upon the occasion, to which all the persons connected with him were to be invited. The HOLIDAYS, whom he deputed as his servants, were mightily taken with the notion. They had been engaged in providing mirth for poor mortals in the Old Term, and it was time they should taste of their own bounty. So cards of invitation were issued and were carried around by the F ' s ' dear little foot pages, for they, being so many and so well known, could easily locate the guests. Well, they all met at last — P ' s, P-f- ' s ' May Pole, Clean SLIPS, PROMOTION Cards, Altos, Assembly, New Year, Promotion, Hersheys, Xmas, May Day, Folk Dancing, Palmer, Society, and all sorts of folks, and a rare din they made of it. After greetings were exchanged, and costumes noted, the guests were PUSHED by PALMER to the dining-room, where a sumptuous repast awaited them. CLEAN SLIPS was placed next to P-)-, because they were so closely related, and this pleased MlSS CLEAN Slips very much, for she blushed and became very pale with delight. At another part of the table, SOCIETY was helping HERSHEY to some delicious PAR- LIAMENTARY Law BROTH, which courtesy HERSHEY returned with the very sweet smile that only HERSHEYS can give. Mr. Roys ' health being proposed after this, a notable dispute arose between AS- SEMBLY and PROMOTION CARDS, as to which should have the honor of making the toast. ASSEMBLY grew hot upon the matter, affirming that she alone had the right, as Mr. Roy was one of her special friends. Of course, the ALTOS wanted the honor, and raised a great deal of noise, as they always do. But they drank the toast in spite of all. Since the ALTOS could make so much noise, they were asked to sing, and quite eagerly they rendered MlSERERE in fine tone, which made MlSS P-f- hide her face behind her fan, so that she might not be seen to smile. All the while, FOLK DANCING kept courting pretty May Day, who sat next him, slipping amorous HERSHEYS under the table to sweeten her affection. May Pole was very jealous and turned and twisted exceedingly. At last dusk came on, and all the folks called for their coats and great coats, and took their leave. P and P-f- went home together, with F trailing along behind. The others left in groups and pairs, and sweet May Day and FOLK DANCING left, arm in arm, leaving May Pole very tangled up with himself. — Una Prudhomme. (271) OjuuUrii I «i i ' Ki kv Mr. McCook, please wake me .it m o ' clock in the morning, 1 mu t lahh the eight o ' cloik tram. The pupils ot Dr. I lazzard ' s English classes never fail to begin their sentences with n-cll. He therefore issues the following proclamation: It i reported that the Geographir.il Survey is gathering statistics on the wells of Louisiana. I think I can supply them with statistics from this class. Pushing Palmer is the latest sport in the way of athletics at the Normal this summer, and many of us are taking the course for the treatment of spinal curvature and Mill elbows. Hut, since so many arc amateurs, we are getting sprained Wrfistl instead. (Report of Summer School Palmer Pupil.) Mr. WILLIAMSON: (pointing to a crease in a map of the United States, which was hanging on the wall) : ' Mr. Nelken, what is that line? BERNARD: The equator. HELEN Jones (to her room-mate): Edna, don ' t go away. I want sou to help me with this plan. EDNA FANT: I ain ' t a-going no wheres. HELEN: Don ' t say. I ain ' t a-going no wheres. Say. I ' m not a-going no wheres. Mr. St. AMANT: Man was not a man until he could talk — and certainly not a woman. FLORIDA WATSON (in sociology class) : Mi. St. Amant. our report is on infantile morality. (mortaliH ) Mr. DOMINIQUE: Miss Pearl, il sou lad as much muscular movement in your arm as you have in your tongue, you ' d be all right. Tal LaRCIEUR: Margery, I never will let you wear my dress again. Look! h.it that you got on it? MARGERY AMISS : Oh. I got some HN03 on it in the laboraton A day or two passed and the job was repeated. I hat is sinful, said Tal, angrily. I here, look. Margery; I ' ll vow. you can ' t wear my dress another time. You got some more of that old Y. W . C. A. on it. MIL PROFESSOR ' S IMPRESSION. Ah, I have an impression! exclaimed Prof. Whisenhunt to the psychology class, Now. young men and women. continued the Professor, as he touched his head with his forefinger, can you tell me what an impression is? No answer. What! No one knows? No one can tell me what an impression is? exclaimed the Professor, looking up and down the class. I know. said Mr. Hell. An impression h ■ denl in .1 lofl plai (272) PHYSIOLOGY. Miss NEWELL (in physiology class) : Can you squeeze the lens of the eye in such a way as to cause it to break into pieces? STUDENT: I believe not. Miss NEWELL : Not unless you have plenty of squeezing power. After Mr. Williamson explained the number of degrees in the different zones of the world in physiography class. NELL: I never did hear of that before. Mr. WILLIAMSON (taking up the physiography text-book) : Allow me to intro- duce you to my physiography. Lives of students all remind us, That their lives have stood the test. And, departing, leaves behind them — Notebooks that might help the rest. — H. R. C. The term Alma Mater was given to the Fifth Term English Class to be used in a sentence next day. Josephine Bryan, upon looking the word up, found as one definition foster mother. The next day Miss Moore was astonished to see on the board this sentence: The boy ' s Alma Mater is sick. (Copy of a letter found in an unused desk.) Normal Hill, October 21, 1915. My Darling Peggy: HAVE been here over a month, and I have not written you a thing about the Normal. To begin with, dear, I am getting used to everything, even the boys. There are not so many, but they seem to come from the most unearthly places on the globe. There are Frenchmen, Englishmen, and all kinds of men here. I would tell you a few of their names, but I know you would never be able to translate them, nor could I attempt to spell them. One thing that I have learned, however, and that is, they are the most wonderful ball players. The first game of the season came off two weeks ago, and they proved themselves such remarkable players. We had such a lovely time — eating peanuts, and thought it wonderful that they should win. We afterwards heard that the game was fierce; that when Fayette comes there will be some excitement. And music! You never heard such delightful strains in all your life as those which our boys play. They even make us forget we are at the Normal. By the way, I for- got to say, we had music at the ball game, and with the yells, it made it ever so interest- ing. (273) The only trouble about the boys here is that there are not enough to go around. I he lew that are here are already mortgaged, I am informed; so you see a poor freshie hasn ' t much chance. Some girls are juM naturally lucky. — but. really. I haven ' t  een rry much candy or fruit in any of the girls ' rooms. I guess the boys must deposit their surplus money in the Normal bank. N mi.iI u.ivs are jo interesting. There is the nicest little More, owned by £ just a little way from the Normal, and whenever you go to town the boys are lined up on the sides. Isn ' t it just awful that girls can go to town but once a week? And, too. Normal ways are terribly funny. Whenever a Normal girl sees a Normal boy, she must make haste to get out of his way. even though she must step off the walk to do so. It is a little confusing at first, but you soon get used to it. You just ought to be here. The boys say the cutest things you ever heard, but you can ' t understand a word they say. Some of the boys are simply walking arithmetics. You would marvel at them, if you could hear them recite. I hey are fine in spelling, too, for they have created new words, and have even improved on some of the old methods of spelling. The teachers, however, do not seem to appreciate this talent of theirs. I wonder win ? You can always tell a Normal boy. for he seems to wear the L. S. N. seal on his face. His very appearance seems to say, Look at me, for am a Normal boy. ' ' But really, the few who do come deserve manifold credit for so many of their brothers re- main away, lest they be caught in the nets of one or more of the multitude of the fair damsels who throng to this institution on account of the numerous physiological, psycho- logical, and pedagogical terms that infest this school. And. Peggy, there never were such religious boys in any place as there is here. I In v never miss a Sunday to go to church. They certainly are thoughtful, too, for they re- main outside and keep down the noise, so that the Normal girls may better understand and appreciate the sermon. Oh. Peggy. I am n ' ilJ for you to see them. Can ' t you possibly come to the State Fair? The boys are going to play the band there, and you can hear and better appre- ciate their wonderful playing, for I can ' t begin to describe it. But, best of all, I can introduce them to you. Be sure to come, and don ' t disappoint me. for you simply mtul sec them. Your own loving, — Xenia Fuller. RESULT OF OLIE BAUGH ' S FIRST EXPERIMENT IN CHEMIMKA. DO I hain ' t done nothing HAI ' PI Nl I) Am I nothing happened II K KD I ain ' t larnt nothing ICa jHtHrrabb You think I ' m cross? You ' d be, too. What ' s the matter? Everything — that ' s all. I feel like the very old mischief. This morning was laundry morning, and I got to break- fast late. Did Miss Varnado sit on me? Well, I guess! No! Mr. Davis didn ' t give our test papers back — I know I flunked, though. And sewing! I haven ' t cut out my skirt yet. I couldn ' t find a pattern to fit. Left my draft pattern in my room. I wish you could have seen Miss Dickson lifting her eyebrows and drawing down the corners of her mouth when I told her I did, and Miss Zimmerman gave me another sitting on when I asked for permission to go to the dormitory to my room. I looked al) through Marie ' s locker before I found that pattern. Of course the period was up by the time I had re- ported to Miss Zimmerman. Yes, Mr. Hedge popped us a test. He thinks it ' s so smart to catch us. He caught us, too. I didn ' t get a sign of a letter, either. Believe me, I ' m going to tell Jim what I think of him the next time I write. Just now, my shelf tumbled down with all my books. They are scattered all over the room. Oh, I haven ' t the heart to pick them up. And that everlasting folk-dancing after dinner! — Elizabeth Weil. FRESHIE (after twenty minutes ' wait) : I wonder when this darn thing ' s a-going to start? (275) Jlnrtiral OSrnu. 1 VI in BODY ' S DOIN 1 I LAST NIGHT THE NIGHTINGALE 1 %rtybody '  making F. making F. making F, WOK1 Ml ! rrybodys making F. making F, making I . Last night a nightmare awoke me. Last night when all was still. I hey failed on rvrry lesl ihcy had ihit year. 1 dreamed lhal Miss Nelken had flunked me. It ' s a shame, il ' t a shame, it ' s a shame. Oh! Up here on Normal 1 Ml. 1 %ri | ody s working hard, working hard, work- 1 opened my eyes so swifllv. ing hard. 1 WOM ijuile stiff with fright. ■. Iwidy ' i working hard, working hard, work- And, Oh. that dream. 1 lell you. ing hard. Il kepi me. il kept me awake all night! Ain ' t lhal cry a-louchin ' your hearl) Comr on, girls, and Irt us slarl. — Anne Towles. Be, i  mr. comr. come, sludy hard. 1 seivhody ' s passin straight n — Carrie Gelhausen. SONG OF Illl BELLS. HATS. HATS. 1 (ear that Normal school bell ringing. School bell ringing, school bell ringing. N lesj, notes, forbidden notes. Classroom horrors il is singing. Notes, notes, nice, sweet notes. It is singing, it is singing. Dale notes, class notes, any kind of notes — Flunked flat! Passed straight! Read not. write not. pass not notes. Flunked flat! Passed straight! (01 J. lUUlli Jhuprmtrii Al 1 THROUGH IMF. NIGH 1 UNCLE NED. 1 lush, you girls. I want to study. 1 here was an old rooster, and his name was All ihrougS thr nightl Uncle Ned. Lady Mac ' s lest will be here with mr. And he died long ago, long ago. All through the nigSl! 1 le was nothing but bones from his feet to his hen my lids are softly falling. head. 1 hat blamed lest will slill be palling. In the place where the meal o.ler ;■■ 1 will come, yet sleep ' ll be calling. Chums. All through the night! I ay down your knife and your f-o-o-o-r k. Fold up your napkin by your glass. Put all (hat ' s left of old Uncle Ned X ill come back lomonow in ihe hash. — Exchange. (276) A Natur - tuby (Emtwraatum Helen Jones: Miss Overbey, have you ever tried to raise little mocking birds? I raised one every year ' fore I came up here, and it ' s more fun. I ' ve had the old mother mocking bird poison about fifty of mine. Mr. Prestige: Miss Overbey, I rise to a point of information. How old is Miss Jones? Helen: Miss Overbey, when are we going to begin studying about turtles. I ' m crazy about turtles. Miss Overby: Sit down, Miss Jones, and hush. You make too much noise. Helen: Now, sure ' nouf, Miss Overbey, I don ' t mean to ask foolish questions, but when are we going to study about frogs? Let ' s hatch some little frog ' s eggs. Miss Overbey: Miss Jones, please give us a few brilliant snatches of silence. Helen: Yes, I know, Miss Overbey. Just a minute. When are we to learn anything about alligators? I ' m just crazy about alligators. Miss Overbey: Miss Jones, for the sake of humanity ius j Stnasia tn ukarljerfi To Mr. Winstead: May you some day put Caesar out of his job. To Mr. Dominique: May the corners of the Ms and N ' s on your death notice be as round as balloons. To Mr. Whisenhunt: May you some day cease frightening practice teachers. (For you own good as well as ours.) To Mr. Hedges: Here ' s hoping that you are the very first person from our planet to visit Mars. P. S. — The pleasure is all yours. To Miss Sheen: May you make the world artistic. To Miss Newell: May you some day be the President of the glorious U. S. A. To Miss Russell: Here ' s hoping that you ' ll not have to make a card catalogue of the Book of Life. To Mr. Payne: May you keep a love light burning until some lovely moth doth come. P. S. — If your light goes out, your hair will do. To Mr. Prather (Coach) : May you some day replace the moon with a football, and illuminate the heavens with stars of your own making. Leta Alford. camile ' s first day in practice teaching. Camile: Little people, today we are going to learn how to count to 10. Pupils: Oh, we know! Camile (in distress) : Well, let ' s play like you don ' t and I ' m going to teach you. PHYSIOGRAPHY? Cicero : Does a sun dial give railroad time? Mr. Williamson: No, sir, this one gives daytime. (277) Serial— Sunning % (Saimtlrt How to Pass Under: Dr. Cooley. Ask him how many big talks and addresses he has delivered before distinguished bodies. When test day comes, write pages after pages — ad infinitum! Put anything down; end off with a Bible quotation, and a P- - is guaranteed. Miss Newell. Offer to address the class on the subject of Woman ' s rights, as seen by an up-to- date American woman ; put up a neat notebook; throw no slams at old maids; refer to neurone connections frequently, and end each paper with last, but not least. P. S. (Join the Woman ' s Study Club.) Mr. Whisenhunt. Study hard ! Insist that a baby should learn where the edge of the gallery is by falling off, time after time. Do not, above all, attempt teaching attired in a middy blouse. Mr. Berger Learn to read notes with a speed equal to the New York Limited, and to burst simultaneously into song, like a mocking bird in the springtime. Mr. Fredericks. Take a few cows down and tie a danger light to each of the horns thereon; call him Professor! Mr. Hedges. Offer to visit Mars with him, to see if the planet is really inhabited, and be the very first one to find the number of square inches on 1-5 of 3-8 of 2-3 of 20-100 of the earth ' s surface. Mr. Hopper. Skin a few cats if you can without skinning your nose; join the football squad; help lay off athletic courts, or be a star on the basketball team. Mr. Prather. Be somewhere between six and ten feet tall, so that you can communicate with him, without the aid of a stepladder. Miss Varnado. Never ask her why she has not married; she will not tell her romance. Be sure you know the exact day, hour, and minute that Beauregard ' s army sailed to Quebec in search of hickorynuts. Miss Gaulden. Get a pick at the men; preach self-control, and practice what you preach. Stay on the track, and of all things don ' t go to sleep in class, or, when you get your slip, you ' ll be wider awake than you ever were before in your life. (279) Miss Moore. r write its with the apostrophe, unless you mean if is. Write the expression all right in tw. divtinct words; learn to imitate Shakes| eare. huns-on, Longfellow, Whit- tier. John Burroughs, I hora, and Mr. Roy. Mk. Winsyead. Be able to make diagrams of the catapults used in ( ' .war ' s time. Alw.iv- w.ilk, in preference to getting caught on a pony. Take heed! I In comes from an experienced Ciceronian. At the most serious part of the recitation, speak of your great appreciation of music. Mr. Fournet. Advertise his self-starting graphophone. It was patented only in . Study s as if you meant business, and don ' t try to get something for nothing. Miss Sheen. Be able to give the biographies of Leonardo dc in i. Raphael, Botticello, Fra An- gelico, and Titian; compliment Mr. Berger frequently, and learn to tell what colors m.i be combined with turkey red and guinea blue in order that they may still be artistic. Dr. Hazzard. W I en he inquires in class as to the fiction you have read, be careful not to mention Peck ' s Bad Boy or Miss Minerva and William Green Hill. Mr. Dominique. Learn to push Palmer at tre minimum rate of sixty miles per minutes; be able to tell a good joke occasionally; don ' t look at him the whole fifty minutes; WRITE. Looking is tempting indeed, but it won ' t do. Mr. Bateman. Don ' t for Heaven ' s sake, ask him why he burns the light all night since October I 7, 1915. Don ' t guy him because he comes to school looking as if he had been up all night, because looks do not always deceive. Mr. South. Return good for e il by not making a face back at him when he grins at jrOU. Mrs. McVoy. Be able to tell your name and from whence you came; be able to take the toughest with ■ smile, and never attempt pouting unless you really want something to pout for. Mi. Dm kson. i vs., u ■ middy blouse if you want P m tewing; l e able to make at leMl varment, the stitches of which she will not be able to find even with the aid of a most powerful microscope. Miss Wef.k . Be able to cook without spilling anything on the table; declare that you adore prunes and dried apricots; always sacrifice your cleanest white waist on cooking da ; and. above all. Mate vrrbatum eat h paragraph in the text-book. 10) J Mr. St. Amant. Ask him if that awful bright little girl named Agusta is his child; tell him that you prefer the single to the double tax any time; and frequently propound arguments in favor of the Initiative and Referendum. Mr. Williamson. Marvel over the fact that his grandmother ' s aunt ' s great-step-neice married George Washington ' s nephew ' s sister ' s half-brother. Tell him that you prefer Mother Nature to any of the modern women; and constantly repeat in an undertone: The rocks form a great stone book, the pages of which are jagged and torn, but still you can read them if you study them well. Mr. Davis. Learn what is left when Cs J (high life) is put on a dog ' s back. Be able to write the reaction resulting when H.Zn, MNOZ, HCL, NACL, BrHN, S, Hg, CrOH,0, is put with HnBr, CroH, G „ ZnOz, HnHg, NaCl, S, BrHnO,, Cc.. The above are special rules, but for a general rule, I refer you to the following: If you would pass at L. S. N., 1 give you this advice; If you the teachers wish to win, I need not tell you twice, To get the proper attitude, Then be your own man still, And study only as you should. Then pass? You surely will. THREE OF ' EM. A Normal boy with tousled head At sev ' n o ' clock got out of bed. And rubbed his sleepy eyes and said: Gee, how I wish that I were dead! (Found in an Eighth Termer ' s Notebook.) Oh, this is such a poky class; I wish the bell would ring. We seldom make a single point. Or learn a single thing. A Normal girl with eyes so bright, At three o ' clock turned on the light, Wrote her a plan before daylight And said, Oh, gee! Ain ' t life a sight! A Normal teacher of this Hill Gave many F ' s with right good will, And working hard enough to kill. Remarked aloud, Am t life a pill! — The Atkins Twins. In argument we can ' t be beat — Tis Gibson leads the fray, With Corkern coming next in line; Miss Webb must have her say! Tis every day, in methods class, These arguments go on, Until at last when lest day comes, We flunk — most every one. (281) Srjrrtrit. (CnuirrtriX anil Dnrrtri. (Sotttributiotu Recital Given b Normal Faci in February 31. 1916. It- Awful Lonesome Tonight MlSS C J i i.m V I ulill.- up Mi s Ni «i 1. 1.. Duct. Snooky-Ookurm MlSSES Wl I k AND DlXON. Any I tit Ic Girl That ' s a Nice Little Girl Mr. Pai M . Oh. How That Yankee ( .m I e Miss Dan« v. . Sane D.iv When Dreams Come True .MlSS SHEEN. Duet. We Have No One to Care For Us Now (pathetic Ballad) Misses Blki k and Hai it. Gee! It ' s Great to Be in Love Mr. Bf.RGER. ( I no commonplace.) Gladys Latham. Editor. TO MISS Fair damsel of ihr candy hair. For fifty minutes al you I slarr. For you I wonder who would pine — Oh. such a | r imrn of your kind. Fair lady — ! ( I he ringing of the bell interrupted the poets thoughts.) ( I 00 cruel.) G. Latham. Editor. Oh. lady, wake! Ihr azure moon l rippling in ihr vrrdanl skies. I he owl is warbling hit  ofl tunc. Ml  1 1 1 n « but thy tnowy • I he )oy of fulurr years are pait Tomorrow ' s hopes are fled away; Still let us love and e en at last. Be happy yesterday. I lie earliest beam of roiy night l)n r off the ebon moon aid.-. And through the murmur of the hgV I hr huntsman wind nil mad uilar I lirn lady wake ' My hngaline Pants, neighs, and pranret to be free. I ell the rrealion I am thine. To some iuh ilrsril fl with me ( I oo impassioned for Normal people. Ci. I ..itl.im. Editor.) R I ( )ne day she ' s willing quite to be ' lour friend through all advetily. 1 he next Oh. very apt is she To be your bitterest enemee Oh won ' t you all with mc agiee I hat such a one i OUT R I I (Too true! — G. Latham, Editor.) I r!l mr not in geometry thro ems. hjoI is but an emptv ciieam. For the pupil that fails to do them. Disgraced, to the teacher, he seems. Bc sure to make three lyllablea out of disgraced. By request of the au- thor. ( I hi- - . i mav not be dictated to by vmm ' contributors. — G. Latham, Editor.) (282) SWEET HERSHEY. (With Apologies to the Rosary.) The hours I spent with thee, O Sam, Are as a string of Hersheys to me, Enough to fill most any Ian ' ; Sweet Hershey, sweet Hershey. Each Hershey a nickel, each nickel five cents; I was broke before I knew; 1 ate Hersheys unto the end, And then a debt was due. Oh, memory that bless and pain; Days when laws were set by Roy, I wish each day I might buy again, And know the joy, Hershey, and know the joy. (Too sweet. — Gladys Latham, Ed- itor.) The Seniors ! the Seniors ! those giants of the mind (?) In mighty strength they tower above The classes just behind (?); A noble class (?). They mingle not among the motley throng, But move with slow and measured step With dignity along(?). (Contributors will please not use ques- tion marks so profusely. — G. Latham, Editor.) PERSONAL MENTION. John Fontenot is on the sick list again — a slight attack of heart trouble caused by irregular beating from one girl to an- other. Miss Mollie Zenor is attending her classes this week. (Too risque for a dignified book. — G. Latham, Editor.) POOR MUSE! When to the Normal I did come, I was just full of mischief and fun, But alas it ' s not so now, Mr. Fournet ' s Physics is weakening my brain, And even Geometry under Mr. Payne Which I study so much, is driving me insane, Miss Dancy ' s History is awfully hard I don ' t see the reason for having to learn all about men like d ' Alembert. And Latin! Oh, my, I can ' t comprehend Why it is hard for me to understand Simple little words like amo le, I can ' t catch the meaning, although it is quite easy to say When I get ready to leave this place I ' m sure there ' ll be wrinkles in my face; So here ' s hoping I ' ll get through by and by. — Carrie Gelhausen. (Irreverence to the dead Muses, either in thought or form, cannot be tolerated. — G. Latham, Editor.) HARD TIMES ON NORMAL HILL. Each morning they wake me up ringing the bell. I run to my breakfast and this I can tell: Hard times on Normal Hill, hard times I know. They give some ' lasses, some grits, and some gravy, which makes me so fat, and so homesick, and lazy. Hard times on Normal Hill, hard times I know. Every time I get seated that old gong it rings. I rush to my class room and this thought remains: Hard times on Normal Hill, hard times I know. At night, when I kneel down so quietly to pray, the hateful old (283) -m 1 i Maid limes on Normal Hill, hard limes I know. W en I finish my prayer and lie down lo rest, the hungry mos- quhoa the] o [ m chert. Hard times on Normal Hill, hard limes 1 know. I asked Miss Dean lo hgl ten my ca«e; the dear, dear woman just smiled in my face. Hard times on Normal Hill, hard times I know. 1 i! M I 9 I INLAY. ( foo realistic. — G. Latham. Editor.) I hr ! rll il tl ng. SjrlVMl he run. I lit lor hr tlump. lit note he bump. n the ilep ({it bookt he lei . ■tnsl the wall Out in the hall I lis head he kn V The hou e it rock. x when at las ' 1 le reach his claw I | head he pais. —Mildred Walton. (Too undignified for the gentleman in question. — G. Latham. Editor.) A JJatlirtir ftallai. lien I did come lo ichool one day. 1 he bell already blew. And why. my friend . I stayed away. Id like for you to kn - That morning I did got up late. No harm I really meant. Bui when for fnrndi I flopped lo wail. 1 I. mnd that ihev had went So. on and on. my way 1 look. My heart were lad with woe; I found I done fergel my book. nd nothing then I know. Ili« h.ipprnrd uni r M thine. Alai! I know not what I done. 1 mill I I ' M fasl ihe lime go pail. C.rr win ! 1 hr Irrm are gone! ■.sVn |B w ' i-n ihe lerm were quit, Mv heart go pwnk ■ puak. I gil my slip, end mad I git I o find that I had flunk. (Too tragic. We do not believe in making humanity suffer too deeply. — G. Latham. Editor.) (2M You have oflen heard the story of the pyramids of old, that are standing in the land along the Nile. But if we should let you know of our lives here, fast and slow, we would doubtly hold your interest for a while. In the morning we arise, go to breakfast without sighs, for we know we have to do it, rain or shine. We ' re at school at nine o ' clock, work all day without a slop, for we ' re ever striving upward in the line Now if you have lent an ear to the woes encountered here, I sus- pect you ' ve learned about the Pyramids of Mine. — Annie Ruth Allen. DOT SCHOOL. Och! beeple, let me dell you of somedink, The Normal, what some beeple call darlink — They dink it all such easy life, But ich finde es em harte strife. Efery mornink the first ding dot we hear Is der old bell, wich sounds to us so dear. Some dink der tones are very schweet — But ME? ach nein ich meine nicht! Then off ve go, to school all of der day, And schlip through just as easy as we may. Some like to work, and study hard; Ich let das from mein mind depart. At night dey dink ve study very much, But ve do only let dem dink it such; For really ve don ' t wo:k at all — Chust try to fool them all along. And so it goes on efery single day, Till ve get tired und don ' t vant here to stay; But den ve change our notions loo, Und work so hard do we get through! — Cai (285) Gelha lakta Mr. Pnlha (in W Vilhmetic cla- Why. Miss I oik-, a blind man could see that. M .-■ I orres: ' Yc , but you see I ' m not a blind man. Stella Roy (in trigonometry class): Mr. Hedges, how far is it between two mile- stones? ( ompton Frere was at home Christmas and his friend asked him: Do you study the three R ' s at the Normal? ) H — you bet — Revelry, relaxation, and rot. Mr. Williamson: Mr. Andrus, if the pistil of this flower had no til what would it be? Floyd Andrus: It would be out of style. W : en Mr. Williamson was showing his class pictures of Egypt there appeared on the screen the famous sphinx. Oh! do look, gayly said Louise Kelsoe. Look at the Great Stone Face. Mr. Davis, after giving his chemistry class a reaction that was too difficult, finally consented to help them. He gave the m the reaction and said Now add N. D. to that. What does N. D. stand for? Nothing doing, said C ' aro Williamson, quickly. Miss Newell (just after Mr. Sjrtvesl had made a brilliant recitation) — Well, well, some people just will get an education in spite of their teachers. Miss Varnado (speaking of a certain announcement made in Dining-Hall) : I made that announcement yesterday at lunch. Miss Boalner: Why. I didn ' t hear it. Miss Varnado: I know it. I didn ' t expect any of the girls to hear it. Mr. Roy (in faculty meeting): I tell you, Rn gl«« teachers, it the limit the way these students reel off the slang. Now, it ' s up to you to make them cut it out. Mrs. Porter (after imitating the growl of a lion) : Now. Johnnie, what did that sound like? Johnnie Young: I he band a-starting off. W illie Swan I have just been li-tening to .1 p-vi hological discission by Miss Newell. Katherux P What was she discussing? Willie: Whethei children are mortal or unmortal. 86) Helen Jones (passing Bernard Nelken on the walk to the training school) : Do you think Miss Graham objects to her teachers teaching in middy-blouses? Bernard (thoughtfully) : Well, I don ' t know, I ' ve never tried it. Miss Varnado during her fifth term history class, after wildly searching for her text, exclaimed: Oh, what is the use? I left my Hart at home! (The unconscious confession revealed in these words should thrill every romantic Normal girl with the future possibilities of the Dean ' s matrimonial expectations.) Oh, wad some power the giftie gie us, To see Mabel H. before she sees us. Miss Moore: Walter Teekell, will you ever learn to spell ' together ' ? Walter: Yes ' m, t-o-g-a-t-h-e-r . Mr. Hedges: Miss Cheney, you will just have to speak louder; it is impossible to iear you y Miss Cheney took offense and sat down; Mr. Hedges called on Miss Lindsey. Miss Cheney (in a weak voice) : Mr. Hedges, I can ' t hear. GIGGLES. Mr. St. Amant: What prominent man signed the Declaration of Independence, and was sent by our country to France, Mr. More- land? No reply. Mr. St. Amant: Well, it is the same one who discovered elec- tricity. Mr. Moreland: That man was Abraham Lincoln. Mr. Davis: Give me an example of contraction and expansion caused by a change of temperature. Harry Ake: Well, in the winter when it is cold, the days are short, and in the summer when it is hot the days are long. Mrs. McVoy: Caro, can you give an account of Sir Torre ' s early life? Caro: No, ma ' am. I didn ' t even know he was living until he began speaking. Mr. St. Amant: About ten years ago it took but one, a Deputy Sheriff, to carry the election box to the county seat, but now it takes from six to eight men. Esther: Well, Mr. St. Amant, what makes them so heavy? (287) r? A aiiyiral 3Farnlti| fHrrthuj Ro| ( tired from having attended to so many irate parents ' requests to let girls go home early tor Chmtmai holidays): Now, young ladies and gentlemen (noticing ad ha-tily correcting it), uh — uh — old men and women (adding quickly uh — uh — er — I mean boys and girls (faster) — uh, er — uh — er — class (crescendo) — uh — er — uh (shriller), friends, Romans, countrymen — uh — er, whoop! hoo! (sitting down, screaming wildU ). f XcWcll ( t Mutually) : Go to ' iml Run to ' im! Hurry! o w M ' (tainting). Dr. Coolejt (calmly): Now, uh. Miss Newell — uh, don ' t get so excited — ur, bul be of a scientific — ah turn — ah of — ah mind — ur, and — ur dig — ur deep into the ur — cause — ur of the matter — ur. Mr. Prather (quoting gloomily): Whene ' er you sit on language burrs, don ' t itrew our speed) with horrid urs. Mr. Roy (bracing himself up, and glaring at the revived Miss Newell): Come to order! As I started to say. Members of the Faculty of this institution — Miss Moore: Tee hee! I ' ll just bctcher — Mr. Roy: Would that I had my beloved altos here to stand by me! This after- noon I guess we ' ll ha e to give grades to the stoodent body for this month. I hey won ' t know anything after ( hrislmas, I wager. Miss Porter: Amen! I know my practice teachers won ' t have a speck of MOM when they get back. (Sweetly:) Your das won ' t cither, will they, Mr. Payne? Mr. Payne (startled): Er, eh, what? Yep. they will, too. Every point I ' ve evei made will be as clear as mud to them. Mr. Whuenhunl: I hat ' s not saying much. I know Helen Jones ought to have an F, but I ' m afraid that she ' ll get mad at me if I give it to her. I ' ll give her P, if you gi c her F, Miss Graham. Miss Craham: All right, I ' ll be glad to. Mr. Hedges: Sophie Haydel got whop p ing mad when I told her she made P — . But I told her thai ihe ' d better get down on her knee and thank her stars harder ' n she ever thanked before tl at she made P — . Mrs. Mil ov. I think Waller Rosas is the attest boy. and I ' ll make him a present of P , it you ' ll vim- him P — . Mr. Dominique. Miss Caul Jen: es. I always give the dear men good grades, too. Miss Unit. Well, I ' m going to give Aimce Maurin P j because she always laughs at my jolt Dr. Hazzari: Well. I do think that she desen. •- ■ P ■ | in your cut Mr. Dominique: Well, I ' m going to fail everyone in my d SSCS. I told them to quit trying because I hey would fail anyway. Miss Ovah. The ideal I would not fail anyone for anything. I asked F.ffie Bodu- what ■ landscape .i and the said that it Wai what you run down the side of the house on when the house was on fire. But she ' ll pass just the fame. Mr. Fredericks (rudely) : Well, I think you have your nerve, I do! Mr. Williamson: Evy Thibodeaux said that the rocks tell their story, and I ' d fail anybody who made that big break! Miss Fellus (yelling from the back of the room): Say JMr.Roy !l ' mgoingtoexpelmy class ! Yesterdayoneofmypupilssaidthatautumnwassonamedbecauseofthetimeofthe yearthatitcomes. Miss Sheen: Aw, Miss Martha, you tumble your words over one another so hastily that your speech is perfectly unintelligible. Mr. Berger: I differ with you greatly, Miss Sheen. Dear Miss Feltus is all right. Mr. Winsiead (in a calm voice, sitting up straight as a poker with arms folded) : Don ' t nobody believe Mr. Berrer, for a music teacher never has any sense about any- thing except music. Miss Varnado: I ' m in trouble! My classes don ' t like me, and I don ' t know what to do about it. Mr. Davis: I can ' t solve that problem, either. I ' ve tried every way I know, but I can ' t win mine over. I ' ve been giving P- - in Chemistry for the last five years, and they dislike me more and more every day. Miss Burlacf( (dignifiedly) : Now, I agree with Mr. Davis. But I am so systematic that my practice teachers can ' t help liking me. Miss Levy (yelling): I don ' t agree! Don ' t try to make them like you! Scare ' em to death! Miss Weeks: Well — uh, if you — ur intend staying here all night, I ' ll say ' All re- ward, ' and go. Mr. St. Amant: Amen! Mr. Hopper: Well, Santy, FIRST TIME I ' VE EVER HEARD YOU SAY ANYTHING IN FACULTY MEETING! Miss Teegarten: How ' s Mr. Monroe, I wonder? (yawning). (Enter Sam with the broom.) Sam (soliloquizing) : Wall, I ' ve jis ' gotta sweep disher room, eben dough dem teachers is havin ' faculty. Mr. Roy: Sam, do you want us to leave while you sweep? Sam: Dat I do, lessen you want to git de outside ob your skilletons kivered over with dust. Mr. South: I don ' t want the, teachers to put in the grades so soon this term, please. Mr. Roy: Well, I s ' pose we ' ll have to leave now, and — uh wait until next year to make out the grades. Anyway, you all know that famous maximum, ' Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow. ' ' Miss Nelfyen: Oh! see this knot on my head? An idea struck me there! Let ' s all run a race to see who can beat outside the building! All: Les us do! (All rush wildly for the door, leaving Sam smiling sadly and hopelessly to himself.) Yep, Nigga, dat ' s right: Time sho ' ly do make changes in dis ole world, ' specially in de Normal part. MlNNIE MusGROVE. Normal Bfrttimaru Al n ' ihingt lo 1 well but nol heard; reminders N lioublc. Mr Roy ' s seionds. ihe only ones who .an cheat Mr Roy oul of ihc lasl word. Apprk iatios oi Cmu Nwiri ability io see good whrrr there it no good; for further infor- mation, sec Mi  Gauldcn I l l rr ation Class. mhii Md fur thr faculty. BOXEI PROM HOM oases in the desert d mal life. Boys forbidden fruit. Borrowing chief characterise of a Normal girl. Bri vkl v-T Bell— A machine of the infernal region which lear poor Normal girls from the loving arms of Morpheus Cabbage that which even angels do nol have. CM i to to THE Office— meeting the lion in his den; Forgive us our trespasses. Dxriivg put on the level of Mr. Roy s ideas. Dead Une — wSe.-e angels fear to tread; the bed part of the campus on Sundays. Don ' t — Miss Varnado ' s pass-word. -■ deprivation of many Hersheys. Ita — sugar coaling of bad deeds. f flunked flat. FuYOUTI n l found in Normal dictionary. C.iri l ' Dormitories insane asylums. Gorgeous-- ihe Normal girls ' pass-word. Crass — tread nol. Hvil -an underground passage between ihe chambers of lorlure. Mi K-l if 1 a Normal girl ' s diet; source of Sam ' s wealth. Imirmary — a place of refuge on lest days. Institution a slate prison. JokES— faculty ' s final subterfuge. JOI a dale. • KnOWUBQI the nr rr reached goal. Lab. (C him ) labor after boredom; the cell of doom. Ill 1 Y D. LaTE TO Bri MCI M a habit ihe dean urges us lo acquire Mvn CM i the latl ray of hope; joys and dis- appointments. pR a repulsive night hawk prowling for prey. Names Pomid educated NORMAL Ik IIIKIM ihe possessor of borrowed clothes, and a dale lo ihe Lyieum num 1 Observation— woe be unlo him who hath eyes and seelh nol. P ihe mark thai lies for a ninth lermer P a gorgeous pass. I ' m Ml R slang for push. PASSED CLEAN tied over another month. PmVUXCU lw,. weeks of heaven for Normal graduales; rest for ihe weary. I ' ri Nl - a daily gift QUIETLY — Miss Russell ' s word for the world. QuEMIoS- the bane of prattler leathers. Rising Bell — unheard and unheeded. Rural Library a so.ial mier Sat UPON — lo be made lo feel like a pun lured balloon. •■I AD Spanish Inquisition. Sum k the abode of saints and Apollos. Skating a series of bumps. Slips — an uncertain quanliy; passport of ihe Nonas! SOCIETY — a psyohological stimulus for appropria- ting garments. Sll in I Iour a repression. SUN DlAL— a perch for the girls. Si NOAl DtNNES what a meal mighl be I I MING a slate of bring roasted alive on a red-hol gridiron. I I -I «r rnlh horror of ihe hill Town D i when Bedlam gels loo «. I hums.. the abode of iheruhs UNDER Arrim a stale necessitating a chaperon lo ihe dentist ' s; absence of all privileges. UTOPIA what No: mal is nol. Viinsvs Friday leach. I R N.rm.l seal. I I k I si. a vi«il lo iSe world. I our future home. i.nknown YeaANTMC ioh Horn .■ reeKae, Mi Hoy doe not appreciate. t cries of ihe imps of Normal Mill ZlP a Normal beverage. immikm s Mr Roy ' s nghl hand ?jjazardmt0 Afctrir? Hazzard, Ph.D., was a teacher, and a very good teacher was he, He tried to leach us our English, the way it oughter be; And we got along very nicely till we started a sentence with n e ; He laughed at us very quickly, and told us to think of H — ! For the way to begin a sentence is decidedly not with n e . But if you think of this word, be sure to think of H — ! But this gave the opposite impression to what he had meant it to be, Although I ' m not sure he knew it, ' twas teaching negatively; For now it is almost a certainty that someone will start with me . We all try our best to stop it, no use — it is just H — I — Lorna Kemper Collins. Mr. Fournet (in physics class) : So, Miss Castleman, the imag e goes behind the mirror. Miss Castleman: No, Mr. Fournet, it only seems to. Mr. Fournet: Well, Miss Castleman, things are not always as they seem. Mrs. McVoy: What tense do I use when I say, 7 am beau- tiful? ' Mollie: Remote past. Miss Dancy: Marvin, tell about the end of Thomas a ' Becket. Marvin (half asleep) : He died. (291) rHESE PAQ S ARE RESPEC II I I I V Df 1 K AFED. ON IMS, THE FOURTEENTH DA 01 MAR H. IN Illf 1 R OF OUR LORD. NINETEEN HUNDRED AND SIXTEE . ID PALM1 R WRITINC 1)1 ID DURING THE SUMMER OI I9M BLACK-HAND WRITINC, NOT SLEEPING. BUT DEAD. (Ob. Jlalmrr You know we ' ve got the Palmer ua r, Up at ihe Normal school — No matter where you cail your ga e. Vill tee tome Palmer lule. rll. one whole week, each day and night. I made those Palmer scrolls, Until it seemed a if I might Be lolling in the roll . I tell you. folks, thit Palmer ttuff, It wo.krd upon my mind I i oulil not em call it 1 ' lutl. Or any tolace find. I just would write and write and write. Ami then Id write some rnoir. I w.ilr aI noon. I wrote at night. I MTfOta a ne ' er l.rl. And no I ' ll tell the climax sa I I know ' twill make ou weep — llie gi.lt found me i|inte thinly clad. nd pushing in my sleep! — Helen Jone MR. DOMINIQUE 9nm? Men ftorttr (gnna THE SONG OF THE PEN. Wilh eyelids heavy and red, With muscles weary and sore, A student sat wilh a slightly bent head Practicing Palmer — a bore. Push, push, push, In lessons and drills without end; But still with a spirit persistent wilh hope, She sang the song of the pen. Push, push, push, Neath the mellow gleaming light. Push, push, push, Till the strokes are fine and light. O ' s and ovals and As And As and ovals and O s, But never a moment she delays, While ever onward she goes. Push, push, push. While your time goes in a bound. And push, push, push. Till your O ' s are nice and round; It is Oh! so grand to work. Along with other braves, For she can never a minute shirk If a Palmer dip she craves. — Francis Piofill WATCH OUT. There is a man here at this school. That every one must meet, For pushing Palmer is his fad; They deem it most discreet. So forth we go to No. 10, And push with all our might, But what you see when we are through, Is oft a dreadful sight. If from our work we turn aside To laugh, or joke, or talk, We hear a timely, warning shout, A day of reckoning will come, Watch out! — Bertha Pierce. THE SUN. (Class Exercise.) I bring you light at end of night From worlds across the sky; I end the day and steal away To gently breathe a sigh. From me they take the heat to make The warmth for body and soul ; I give it you to live anew Your life of freedom bold. When you are dry and to me cry Wilh voice so full of pain; I form the clouds and thunder loud And give to you the rain. I ' ve led the earth e ' er since its birth Wilh steady hand and true; And from the height I shed my light To guide whate ' er you do. — Ouida Gibson. FIRELIGHT REVERIES. Old Normal Hill is all silent — Loneliness reigns there supreme; Out in the silliness I wander, Wondering what it can mean. Lights are all gone from the windows, Shades lengthen over the grass; Darkness and stillness all gather Deep in my heart as I pass. Birds in the myrtles above me, Lonesomely breathe out their lays; Classrooms are closed and in darkness, Wailing for other school days. Life from the whole Hill has vanished, Even ihe bells are all still; Hurry and come back, you people, Back to dear Normal Hill. — Leta Alford. (293) It] Aftmmirfc T HE incense of our 1916 POTPOURRI I | I i- now completed and is burning, a flame inextinguishable. The censor I wings backward and forward: the burning incense pervades the atmosphere of the school and then spreads far and wide over the whole . touching the present and future li of the students, and the lives of other genera- lions. There is no limit to the influence of its fragrant vapors; for wherever they go people inhale them, and thus measure the standard of the Normal by our little book. In attempt- ing to make this book a step nearer the de- sired goal, we have experienced earnest but I It .isurable work; and, if we have been com- pelled to give up other things for PoTPOLKKI. we feel now that it has been worth while. 2 ' K THIS BOOK IS A SAMPLE OF OUR WORK THE HOUSE OF BENSON is a printing plant specially equipped — a complete organization, artisls, de- signers and workmen — whose thought and inspiration is concentrated in the production of college annuals and school literature. Each year annuals are printed for such inslitutions as Vanderbilt, Tulane, Alabama, Sewa- nee, Cumberland, Trinity College, Mississippi A. M-, Louisiana State University, Kentucky State, Transyl- vania, Marietta College, Louisiana State Normal, and many others. Samples and Prices Cheerfully Furnished Upon Requt si .vs . Semmelman ' s WE CARRY AN EXCEPTIONALLY STRONG LINE OF Ladies ' and Men ' s Ready - to - Wear Shoes, Dress Goods Furnishings, Etc. 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