Washington Seminary - Facts and Fancies Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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'Q' l-lere we were joined by Mary Bayley, Helen Wilson, and the inseparables, Charlotte Burnett and Kathryn Lindner. We learned under Miss Sharpe the real value of true study and have her to thank for patient work and untiring efforts. We now can appreciate also the worth of the eighth grade that at the time of its introduction brought such gloom into our lives, putting off for still one more year. graduation. We are loathe now to leave the sunshine picture of Freshman Hall, but We must ascend the stairs to complete the rounds of high school life. Time flies by, and step by step we are rapidly reaching our goal. Beauty and strength of character complete the setting of the Junior class when Carolyn Leonard and Dorothy Strangward came to us out of the peach blossom belt of Georgia hand in hand with Isabelle Carpenter, Margaret Collier, Virginia Crus- selle. Vera Smith, and Ruth Whiddon. We have now reached the zenith of our high school hopes and afrnbitions, and the Senior class picture is completed With the addition of Wilhelrnine Win- erich. Shirley Cartin, Evelyn Collins, Mary Jo Evans, Margaret Huffine, Mar- ian Newell, Natalie de Golian, Annie Frances Humphries, Winifred Parsons, Sarah Roberts, and Marie Rowland, who have added much to the already at- tractive group that forms the class of '27. We are rapidly approaching the end of the reel. All pictures end with they all lived happily ever after, but this picture ends only our happy days at Washington Seminary. This separation brings sadness to our hearts, so to end this picture properly we will just turn over a page and let the magic pen of our prophet picture the ever after. -ADELINE WINSTON. tj x i 'WE Qlffl Y , M214 xg D3 , xl 27 X . fir . x . C i n' C Z1...L,

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C O 0 Class History There is a picture I should like to throw on your mental screen. It is not one of your favorite productions of chivalrous knighthood or the mod- ern vamp, but is a bit of history of the class of '27. A picture mingled with joy and happiness . . . . , M' L from the kindergarten days up to this dignified. X all important day that brings to a close a perfect 7 1- chapter in our lives. I x l'l This picture is not a Metro-Goldwyn nor a ., ! a Paramount, but our very own Washington Semi- . nary production. ijpxg --lg: N I nf i','.'f :du 1 Directed by . . . . The Faculty of W. S. E l1:'?1:::': l' Q Pictures . ...... From Memory bg r, Characters . . .Graduating Class of '27 Q- 0 Scenes ......... The Seminary Campus Scenario Written By . . Your Humble Classmate First let me picture to you one lone little girl, whose name for modesty's sake will be omitted, who out of the whole class of '27 started her career on the sand piles of the kindergarten, making red and gold paper chains, building blocks, and cutting paper dolls. But the chains could not hold us there long. Our picture changes to that of wild excitement: the sand is blowing away, the paper dollies dance madly around the floor and dash headlong into the waste- paper basket, the blocks tumble down, and the paper links of the chains break. for we must go into the real seat of learning, Mrs. Cantey's room. Our imaginary reel grinds on and in the fourth grade throws on the screen a little chubby brown-eyed girl, our beloved Catharine Norcross, who has grown clearer to us every year and who today as we graduate stands with us as president of our class. Next the scene changes to one of brilliant hue as Betty Davison comes into our midst with her colorful Titian locks. Here we are under the loving super- vision of Miss Kathleen Colley, who helped us prepare the foundation on which we stand today. The reel turns on and shows us on the threshold of Miss Annie M. Sharpe's room, where we spent our seventh, eighth, and Freshman class years 5- ll if Ss 'U xi i Fai' N 'i i 2 1' a l ' uma YC, C? ' ny ? e an

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Prophecy of the Class of 1927 Squeek, squeek, squeek-ee-ek, came from the Seminary kitchen. Four bright eyes peeped from the top shelf. Archibald, isn't this cheese just delic- ious? squeeked Mrs. Rat. Z. J Boy, but I was hungry! Mr. Rat , , cried. Rations are certainly scarce around this joint, with Wo on the job all the ' time. I X ff, It's absolutely ridiculous, positively Q scandalous, cried Mrs. Rat. I think we .. A4 li 31 had better pack up and move to the country if ,N 9 : M 1 'la , where food is plentiful. Let's forget our i , troubles though, for I have an exciting fl ,, 5 story to tell you. , c A story? squeeked her husband, blink- fl! ing his near-sighted eyes and looking over his specs. What is it about, I-Iepsibah? Q 0:4-2 an 'Ao , Well, last night when you went to your N-a 53 G' QQMW' lodge meeting, I went up to the attic to visit Uncle Percival and Aunt Minerva. The attic was dark and still and cold. I shivered. At that moment a pool of green light appeared in the center of the room. It flickered, flickered, glimmered, and glowed, and then disappeared. Again it appeared, at first dimly: then it grew brighter and brighter, and greener. In the center sat a horrible hob-gob- lin. I-Ie grinned, bared his yellow teeth, crammed his green turban farther over one horn, put his hands in his huge, purple pockets, flapped his glittering wings, and sneezed. The pool grew larger, larger, and suddenly, oh so suddenly. a change took place. I stared amazed, for in the middle of the pool I saw the seal of the Semi- nary, with the motto, Lux et Veritas, written across it. The seal grew larger and brighter, and brighter and larger, and then, then the goblin waved his clawey, parchment-like hands and said in deep, rusty tones, 5'My! My! My! And then I saw marvelous things reflected on the Seal. There was Adeline Winston, reigning queen of the Mardi Gras, with llj X C524 Q C7 is if I 27 ffl nuff, X l e , , - - - . X ATI t ,