Richmond Womans College - Puffs and Patches Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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Did you hear the crowing last night?l' Crowing! What crowing'? you ask. W hy about six seniors are suspended for crowingf' After nuich questioning you learn that a portion of that dignified set, growing tired of constantly setting a good example, eondescend to break the monotony by fowl-play. According to an agreement each puts forth her head from her own door about twelve o'cloek and crows. So well do they answer one another in imitation of' the real fowl that several of our leadingAlady teachers go out upon a chicken hunt, which from our first greeting at breakfast seems to have proved successful. Your fourth session brings the word Senior to you in all its varied meaning and stern reality. Grave, gay, teiling, happy senior! But how little you feel in comparison with your feelings of previous sessions. Each year you become smaller and smaller in your own sight, and you wonder what you may be ere eonnnencement, toward which you anxiously look. All is work before Christmas, but afterward there are many receptions given to and by you. First and foremost, about the last of .laiuiary there is the undergraduates' reception to your class. What an event in college life! And may each one of you be here next session to occupy our places, and be honored in like manner by your undergraduate friends. Though crowded with work, you find something aside from the regular routine in basketball and tennis. In these you unhurden your mind of its cares, and, here, too, you find some goal toward which you put forth your every effort-especially in basketball. Heretofore two teams have been chosen to play each other. Now there is to be a picked team, or first team. This means work, and how eagerly and enthusiastically you enter this contest, for some onehas said you cannotrnake the team-you are Zoo short. But this proves only an incentive to greater striving. For has it come to this-that you in your Senior year must realize that you are forever too small-you who felt so big that first year? Live and learnf, You have been getting smaller year by year, but now it is thrust upon you, and you accept the fact as a stern reality. L.

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Not only open, but a screen in one and an iron bar in the other, that they cannot be closed without arousing the occupant. In spite of hammering which arouses all, and a head hung through the transom calling that she knows us all, suffice it to say that, in spite of all this, those doors are shut and tied. Not until the last girl, with a pillowrlip of bananas across her shoulder, is making her way toward chapel, does the door-knob drop from one teacher's door and the eecu- pant walk forth with a lamp. The girl with the bananas gives the alarm, rolls down the steps, and is dragged into chapel in time to barricade the door before it is forever too late. Then the fun begins. Neither before nor since has such a feast ever been known behind these walls. The merry songs drown all sounds of attempts at getting in either doors or windows, for by now teacher number one has cut all ropes fastening the rest, and there are several on our track. Looking through the keyhole we see two figures in kimonas sitting on the steps apparently en- joying the music within. Presently there comes a loud knock upon thedoor, and you recognize in the voice accompanying it that of your revered president. Instantaneously from each girl's throat goes out the song, Aint 'aft fl shame, 11. measly shame, etc. Finding all attempts to gain admittance futile, our teachers retire to the reading room, Where 'tis reported a great consultation was held, in which our president, turning to the lone professor in their midst, is said to have exclaimed, Let's expel them all and get a new set of girls. This they finally decide not to do, since it is now the first of April. After a happy hour together we line up two and two and rush madly to our rooms. 'Tis a howling success in every way, even the surprise that each receives by being allowed to go on Broad street the following Saturday morning. Except for slight Hhazing, for, letls say, blaeking,'l as we steer clear of all pertaining to the former word i11 our college, at the beginning of your third session all is work. This is the first time you have thought of your degree. How foolish you were to drop those two classes last session, now that your idea of becoming a trained nurse has forever fled. How wise you feel this year. You must be a bit older. Youhavehadmueh experience, and do not feel your importance as you once did. You even take a room in the annex, and your friends fear you may become a bookworm. How fortunate you are to get this room, where there are no transoms through which to see your midnight light. You are not so absorbed in your work, though, that you cannot enjoy more brilliant experiences in the main building. One morning at breakfast every one is asking:

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What's in a Name? . ' T WAS a moonlight night, an ideal night for lovers-and there were lovers, Many 5 but there were only two down under the Hawthorne Busch, and they had forgotten the world and every one in it, as lovers do, you know. He was telling the Old, Old story, but who is it in this Motley crowd hur- rying along the highways and byways of life who has not stopped to tell or listen to this same story. Who is too high? Not the King in his Royal palace, nor his son, the Prince, in the Couneill Hall. Who is too low? Not the dusky Miller nor the Baker 3 nor the court Jester, he is a Merryman, but his Hart is not always as light as his head. Who is too 'Green? Who is too Wise? Who is too Gude, not the Dean, nor the Chaplin. Who is too bad, not the Robberftbs, who rob Good-rich and poor alike? Not the Minor, who Diggs and Diggs and has Moore Knight than Day. It is a Power, Bendall to it. So this lover had come Miles to see his sweetheart, and now he must face her Stern parent. Ah! he murmured, It would Payne even the bravest to think of that. Let us sit a little longer by this quiet Poole, listening to the wind Russell through the trees, and then-why-you know I would Ford a river, go to bottomless Pitts, Fellieimers on the Gardner's head or-why I will ask your father for you. But she punehed holes in the Sands and kept quiet, for she knew her father was not Stone, as poor James thought, and his Taylor had pleased him well that Day, so all would be Wright. As they strolled over the Orchard and and climbed the Hill they were unusually silent. James realizes as he Saunders along that he is going up against the real thing in the disguise ol' a fellow-creature comfortably seated on the West piazza nodding and smoking good cigars. And she was thinking-perhaps it was of the Garnett ring she was turning on her finger, perhaps of him, or the dress of many Hughes her Unkel was going to give her, or-who knows what a woman is thinking of? :ic :if wk wk Pk wk Pk :if wk The wedding Day was all sunshine. You could hear the Birdsong and see the Martin flying in and out of the ivy on the Chappell walls. After the wed- ding, with mueh Rice and Raekett they boarded the West bound train, and nothing Moore was seen of them for many a Day. A. S.