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

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ll? llQ li ll? A 'U li FAc:'1's AND l:ANClliS has for years devoted a section exclusively to the literary under- takings of the Senior Class. This year the staff is unusually proud to print the results of the Senior Short Story Contest along with a number of other contributions worthy of recognition. Nancy Branyon received the high honor of Hrst place in the contest with A NIUIISK' Lllltl tl Nlclll, a clever story of a clever girl. If'x Po.vxil11v, by -Ioan Root, took second place and Nt'l'l'l' Too Lair, by Betty Lee, came in third. The former should prove an inspiration to any girl who is the victim of an inferiority complex. The essays and reviews have been selected as typical of other class composition and with a View to adding variety. Unfortunately, the decision of the D. A. R. contest is not announced until graduation nightg consequently, the winning essay is not available for publication. Poetry is another phase of writing in which the Seminary is particularly interested. The verse included in this volume, however, is entirely voluntary, as the writing of poetry is not a Senior English project. The limitations of space have had to be seriously considered in the selections, and the staff regrets that it has been unable to use many contributions equally as excellent as those chosen. MIM1 BOPP, l,ili'1'ary Editor.

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C? 'J K Q? 1 1 ' i ,mf ,.. X 5 I i 2 y N X k not A ' ...HN K W ,, LW N lfimNc,i,-, laxrixii ia Mui f-lII1'1'll Pai' Aria x Mimi-of-llmmi ll l Nr' Il J Y An unusual .intl altogether delightful event was May llay this year at the Seminary. 'lihe initial tlanee, in the nature of a prologue, depicted the myth that tells of the coming of Apollo in his sun chariot to make the earth warm and to usher in the spirit of Spring. This took plgiee before the grand march, eonelutletl by the entrance of the Seniors, in whose honor May Day is celebrated. lfroin this time the festivities were on an oltl ling- lisli theme or mode of observing the eoniing of spring. ln keeping with the oltl lfnglish eustoni, .ill the merrymalxing and pageantry took plaee before the May Queen and her Clourt, supplementenl by the entire Senior Class, the Queen antl her court being SC.Ilk'Ll on a platform for which the baelx-ground waa impressive arehetl eolunins. 'lihere were hobby-horwei-little ones and big ones, niillt maids who toe-tlancecl on their pailw, muni- niers with their artificial big heads, xwortl daneern, Morris dancers, and shephertlesses, even Robfn llootl with beautiful Maid Marion. The Seniors agreed in unison, lt was a lovely May Day! 1RUlSlIi'lAfililXX. 2 i 5 E Y 'W 1' f N 51 if l 1 4,13 iw 'ti J . 3' . wg 4 1, . JW A W-

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