University of Nashville - Garnet and Blue Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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ALPHA E. M. Thompson.. J. P. Keller ...... . F. B. Hamilton... M. P. Guill .... L. K. Warren ..... A. J. Hodges ...... C. L. McCallum... B. M. Phillips ..... L. G. Alexander.. T. R. Howle .... .. jas. McGovern ..... J. B. White.. C. D. Jacobs ...... H. M. Anderson .... E. C. Bills ....... H. B. Adams .... P. D. Biddle ..... J. A. McFerrin .... S. L. Parnell .... .. KAPPA KAPPA R Chas. W. McDonald. J.R c.R McCall .... .... H. Gallagher .-.. OLL . . - . -Arkansas . . . . .Tennessee . . . . .Tennessee . . . . .Tennessee . . . . .Tennessee . . . . .Mississippi . . . . . .Texas . . . . .Tennessee . - . . --Kentucky .South Carolina . . . . .Mississippi . . . . . .Tennessee .South Carolina . - - - -Mississippi . . . . . Mississippi . . . .California . . . . . .Tennessee . . . . .Tennessee South Carolina . . . . . .Alabama . . . . .Tennessee - - - .Georgia

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.. . .l PRIZE' he ndgfstudy sromfl BY GRACE EZZELL HE big Freshman gave the ends of his tie an impatient twitch. It was the third time he had tied it, yet in stubborn defiance of the charm of the magic number it lay against the white of his new store shirt, as wry as the good-looking, sun-tanned face that glowed in impotent vexation above it. He held out his hands in a whimsical gesture of dis- gusted dismay. Big, brown, sinewy hands they were, eloquent of effort, of struggle, of power. They could fell a tree or drive a wedge with ease. And they were helplessly incapable of tying a simple-looking little bow in a red and green satin string! He summed up his thought in a sentence, terse and full of homely pathos: They are used to the axe and the plow. The warning sound of an unceremonious hand upon the door knob caused him to turn, with more haste than hospitality, toward the opening door. His face lost its frown and took on the grace of tender welcome as his eyes fell upon the vision in the doorway. For the big Freshman had an artist's soul, if not an artist's hand, and the child posed against the dark back-ground of the hall, his golden curls tumbled about his flusned, chernbic face, his brown eyes bright with the mischief of daring adventure, was to the hungry eyes of the alien like a glimpse of his native hills. The child's voice broke the stillness, high and clear, mischievous as the wind playing freakish tricks with the brightening leaves of the country woods, sweet as the far sound of bells as the cows, loitering here and there to pick a bit of roadside mast, tinkled lazily toward the milking place. Muver says I must stay out till peoples says, Come in, XVobbie. The young man bent to catch him in his arms, but the child drew back. I aint no baby, he protested, I'm got on pants! Ole Hannah's mean to me, she is, an' she putted my ole ap'on over 'em. His small body swelled and his eyes filled with tears at the memory of his wrongs.. Hannahls mean to me, he repeatedg she shut me up in de pantwy c'oset, an' it was dark in there, an' de little mices wunned about on de shelvesg but I never cwied, Men's like us'-aint 'fraid of mices, is they? The big man laughed down into the little man's face. Of course not! But what did Hannah put you in the closet for ? H Des fur her fun, I dess. I wuzn't doin' nuffin bad. Baby an' me wuz a-playing church, an' Baby falled off the table, an' he cwied, an' ole Hannah come wunnin'- Funny place, that, for a baby, the listener interrupted.