University of Montevallo - Montage Technala Yearbook (Montevallo, AL)

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(J l)e 3 unior !! oat ON the seventh of September, 1915, a part ' uf Hardy young girls set out in the boat Junior Hail on the lake A. G. T. 1. in quest of Student Govern- ment. Emma wished to start at Knight but Annie Mae said it was nicer in the Day. Indeed, said Annie Merle, we could not find aFarrar time than today. No sooner had they started than Nan found something Amiss. The boat was not large enough for so large a number and what trouble followed! Addie suggested the help of the Dea)! and Miss Kirk. At length the boat owned by a few young gentlemen. Third Central, was found, it wasn ' t nearly so beautiful as the first one, Junior Hall, but the girls showed their true selves by stepping in as quickly as possible. In trying to get in, Jimmie ' s heart Bledsoe that there was some doubt about the trip ' s being a success. Student Government was a grand free thing, but hard to obtain in an honorable way. Urbis said it was Longshore to reach andLoviaLee wanted to turn back and Row{to)land. Carrie encouraged them by showing how much Head way they had made. Once they were frightened by a huge black object. Freshman Captain Ball team. Lorena said it was only a Bush: Elizabeth protested that it was a Roach while Clyde Smilie(d). There had never been a party on the lake A. G. T. I. without a feast. Maltie contributed two Nichols and Elizabeth was chief Cook. Jessie tried to kill a Partridge but Pearceid) Ruth ' s arm so badly that .Annie carried her to a Ward. Cordelia said Great Scott! and Helen said I know her arm Sniartt{s)l Katie Lee succeeded in killing three Robbins but one of them fell into the depths of a Poole. After the feast they danced the Virginia (C)reel with Leone as leader. Several of the gentlemen who owned Third Central came on deck. Marie danced with Henry, Mary Frances with Thomas, and Tillie Kate actually fell in lo e with Thompson. The party has its joys and sorrows, and the journey has not come to an end. Each one is sure that at the end a splendid Student governing body awaits them with Dr. Palmer ' s Weldon! H. L., ' 17. OUR CAMPUS This little grass-green campus Leads straight to progress land. Endowed with wondrous power By touch of a workman ' s hand. It brings to its possessor A hint of beauty ' s wealth. And in one-half is hidden A charm that works for health. Other things e.xist here That are beautiful, ' tis true. Which all together hold faith, honor and love Of the A. G. T. I. to vou. V. G., ' 19. 11

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A shake of tine head resting on Donald ' s shoulder was the only answer, so he continued. I shall never forget your drooping, tired look when you arrived at Birmingham that memorable day. It was enough to arouse the sympathy of any man. And your first talk with me left a lasting impression. You were so quick to resent, that it was positively amusing. But the way you cleverly turned the joke on Nell and me was the thing that captured me. How did you recognize me, whom you had never seen? queried Ellen. You forgot the many pictures Nell had of you — one of which was an especial treasure of mine. Donald, I couldn ' t tell just how you first attracted me. 1 only know you were, and e er will be, my ideal! His reward for this was very promptly and heartily given. Dearest, said he, my only hope is that in the years to come we ma ' have many such mutual confessions and ever as hearty as tonight ' s has been. Will you seal this? Gladly, she said, and tiptoed. L. C, ' 17. An Ode to My General Note Book {H ' rll? afiilosii-s lu Eiignic FiflJi My little blue note book is battered and worn. But true to its duty it stands; By many days ' use it is tattered and torn — Yet loyally, always at hand. I ' ve used it for English, for French and for Math.: Jots of each on its white little pages. While notes upon Textiles — scribbled at class — Give the history of cloth-making ages. The hero, Ulysses, the old Grecian gods, Charlemagne — greatest of kings: Macbeth, his wife, and King Louis XIV All ie in the struggle, with great or less strength, To occupy most of its pages. Psychology, the study of mind, Sits as a monarch on high — While Cooking, and Sewing and even young Art Are found as his subjects near by. Sociology, ever striving for light. Leads Child Labor, gasping for breath. While the poor backward Child and the ragged newsboy Cling with grateful hands to her dress. Aye, faithful to each of these studies it stands, Taking notes day by day. And, until all e.xams. are past. It will go with me from class to class, Sharing my triumphs, my sorrows and joys. True in its mission always. R. A., ' 18. 10

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Thoughts at Sunset Slowly now the sun is setting O ' er the hilltops far away. Filling all the land with beauty. On this lovely autumn day. Red and redder glows the sunset; Bright and brighter grows the sky; But ere long ' twill all be faded, For a day must surely die. Let us watch this glorious sunset — Clouds of purple, red. and gold, Each one blended with another — ' Tis so lovely to behold! Let ' s enjoy it, for ' twill vanish — ' Tis not ours to question why — Fre the evening closes round us, Ere dark night pervades the sky. Even though we ' re only school-girls. Still, 1 hold, we ' re not so light Tliat we ' re dead to nature ' s beauty With its scenes so pure and bright. No, not dead — ' twill bear repeating — To the lovely things in life, To the things that tend to draw us From our toils and cares and strife. While we view this lovely sunset. Other sunsets come to mind — Sunsets that were just as lovely (Such ' tis a delight to find) — Other sunsets viewed with loved ones, Whom we now so long to see — All those dearly loved companions Such as other ne ' er can be. W ' hile we ' re thinking of these lo ed ones In our homes S(.) far away. And are wtmdering if they ' re thinking Of us at this close of day, Still the shades are growing thicker; Low and lower sinks the sun; Fast the evening shadows gather. For another dav is done. 12 M. C, ' 18.