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

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I SC1'1001 Calefl 31' St'lllClllllCl' 27, 1013-C'11Ileg.fe opeuecl. fJL'lllllL'l' 2.1, 11113- Little XN'm11e11, JXe:11le1uy of Music. Uelulmer 31. 11113--1111111 Drew iu The Will and The rl'j'l'1ll1l'lj' nf TCIll'SQ'l Sorority Pledge Nuveiulmei' Num-111l1e1' IO, XUX'l'!llllL'l' I7 X11ve111l11-1' 26 N11x'e111l1e1' l Jl'CL'Il1l1L'I' lleeeuilmer l,L'CL'lllllL'l' jznuminry 11, ,7 12, UI. -31. Day. 5 7, llllg'-Milllllk' .Xclzuus i11 Peter 1-im. 1013 1013 IOI3 1913 --- lieu llll!'.n - UlJiSl'!lQli,il ,Xcaclemy of Music. - Peg 11' My lVle:11't. -Mme. Gzulslci. H113--Slllllt Night. 11113-Selma! closed for C'l11'islm:1s lmlirlays. 1913-'l'1'i11 to New York. 11114-Selmol opened for seeuucl term. Jilllllllfj' 211, IUI4-lIll0l'lI1U1l'iillC exams. l:L'lll'll2ll'j' C1, IKQI4--MIIIC. .'Xl1l:1. l:ClJI'll1ll'j' 6, lljl.l-.'XlLllTI112lC Recclmtimi to Seniors. l:k'lll'll5ll'X' 13. 11114-f-jiliiim' Reeelxtiml to Seniors. I elm1'u:11'y 1.1, 1111.1-Y-Mellm-liulmelilc Co11ee1't. l'iClJI'llilI'j' 15. lfjI.lqlIltCl'l11l'fliIll.C exams. lmstecl. March 7, 191.1-- lf111'1y-lfive Minutes frmu ll1'11z11lwz1y. Grayce Scutt f.'u111pa11yg lilClllTl0l1Il M2l1'Cll 14, If College Glee Club. 11.1-- l.eu:1 Rivers. Grnyec Scott L'o111p:111y. .Xpril 1, IQI4-ADX' il lfnol stuuls. April 11-1.4, 1111.1-l2:1ste1' lmlimlziy. M :Ly May May May May M :xy M ny .I u I1 e 16, 11114 26, 1111.1 27, Iljl.l 28, 1111.1 211 11114 30. IIJI4 31. IIJI4 1. -lfillill exams. -Con - A -Gm 'lI'l1CI1CCl1lCI1l hegiusg l'repz11':1to1'y lDCDZ11'lQll1Cl'lt C1'ltCl'tZ1l1II11Cl'lt. 4 to 6: Art RCCCl'lll0ll 8 :3o-10 130. fuse of SllSllCI'lSlO1l.N lIxpres5ir111 iDCDZ1l't111Cl1t. 8:30-10:30. nluates' Recital, S130-10:30. -Class Day exercises, Io-12 11. 111.5 Aluumzie l3:111quet. 2-4 p. m.: z1wz11'cli11g of 1111cle1'g1'z1cluz1te l'lOllOl'S, S-11 p. 111.: Sorority BllI'lfjL1CtS. 9-12. -lfinzzl Ccmcert. 8:30-10:30. -Iluc CZll11lll'L'Zl1C SCI'll'IUll . 1111.1-.fXwz11'cli11g of degrees, .fXc:1cle111y of Music. T27

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What's in a ame? HE, a girl with beautiful Hazel eyes and Brown hair, was spending the summer at the Springsg the man was there for the week-end. He had seen this girl twice before-once at the Chamberlain and once slle had sat in his Pugh at church,,where he had noticed that she was pretty and that her Taylor must have been an excellent one. But he had never met her until the night before, and now when he saw her walking in the Grove he thought he'd X'Valkup and Joyner, Good evening, he said to herg may l have the pleasure? NVhy certainly, she replied. Isn't it a beautiful evening? Lovelyg shall we go by the 'Lake' or take a 'Northeutt' through those 'Oakes'? l feel as if l'd like to try that 'Stiff' hillg one 'Gaines' such a beautiful view from there. Had you noticed that 'Rountree'? They say it bears the best 'Simmons' and the dearest little 'Martin' has its nest there. l've made friends with it already. , How do you like this place? the man asked her. Very much, except For some things. My 'Unkel' and 1 have spent several 'Summers' here. But the 'Gardner' they have now is a perfect old 'Savage'-a continual 'Barkerf You ask him something, and he'll say, 'W'atts that you want P' He simply hasn't any '.Hart.' The 'Baker' is no 'llaker' at all, and we have nothing but 'Hash' and 'Herring' for Saturdays breakfast. And as you're a 'Newman' l must tell you not to talk with the butler-he thinks he's a second 'Dzmielf The people are very nice. There is the funniest old lady 'Anderson' here. Every- thing he does she says, 'Lawson. don't do that,' and 'will I do this and Wilson do that ?' She is crazy about one of the girls who has recently been sick, and has worried the poor boy to death with 'Don't forget Nei-son ' and 'we must Di: Nel-son. ' Just look at that held, the man saidg lt's a regular 'Violet' bed. The 'Rose' is my favorite flower, but the 'Myrtle' is very sweet. They discussed various things-the .fXrthur of the newest book, the character of the village Smith, the girl's new hat that she had received by Adams express that morning. How do you like it? she had asked himg there's something about it you don't like? W'ell, you are 'l rank,' but that's right-always be a 'Truemanf Those 'Barnes' are pretty, aren't they? he said. They certainly are, replied the girlg I feel as if 'Ione' this place-I've been here so 'Longf VVhere are you from ? the man asked her. tShe was very attractive.J 'Lancasterf 'Virginiaf and you? Oh, many 'Miles' from here. I'm from 'Texas. ' Oh, dear! cried the girl, there goes the supper tBell., lt seems to me l've done all the talking. But the man hadn't noticed, and the girl in white beside him reminded him ot' a Pearl. He determined to prolong his stay and XVinn her. L. W. S., '14. 126

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Polk Miller U Cl'lRONlClalE of our college lite would be complete without a mention of the sad loss we have sustained in the death ol our one and only Polk Miller, loved and admired throughout our land. Ilis death is a loss to the South. to Virginia. to Richmond and to us, ll',UIllZlll'S College, girls personally, for he was our friend. ll'e recall with so much pleasure and tender pride his visit to us in the spring and how, when his program was over, we gathered around him and would not let him go, llis place cannot be lilledg but he is not dead. he lives in our memories and our hearts. and the Southland will never let him die. And because of what he was and did, but especially because he was our friend, we claim the privilege of laying this little forget-me-not upon the grave of our own Polk Miller. The Tillles-Dispclfvlz of this city published the following verses, whieh we consider not inappropriate to republish here: The South has seen the passing of a type, The old plantation negro's day is o'erg His final exit from the stage is made And We his like shall look upon no more. But not unlovecl, nor yet unsung, he passed, For there was one who knew his type so well That he in song and story weaved a tale True to that life of which he loved to tell. With neither tricks nor trappings of a show, With neither fear, nor blame, nor sad lament, He brought the Old South back to life again And spoke her true as through the land he Went. Great Homer tuned his matchless lyre to chant The by-gone glories of his hero-race: Old Milton, with his mighty organ note, Invoked the Heavenly Muse his theme to grace: But he, our minstrel, with no classic phrase, lust in the dear old tongue of Dixieland, Tuned to the humming of the banjo string, Has made for us an epic just as grand. For he who will not let his homeland die, Nor let its types and heroes be forgot, He widens as he goes the skirts of light, And is at once a son and patriot. So in the Southern hearts' great hall of fame Thou hast a right among its great to standg Upon thy face that smile that all men loved, Thy banjo, tuned to Dixie, in thy hand! Muir C.xR'rlcI: A N IJIQRSHN. IQS