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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Wcismuller, talks like Bing Crosby, and looks like no other man. He beats 'em all. He must, Mary said without en- tliusiasm. Wait a minute, and I'll tell you what happenedf' I said reproachfully. You see, he was on the same Pullman, and he was the only man in that huge bunch of girls. I am telling you they ran him raggedln And you? Mary exclaimed reproach- fully, with a lift of her left eyebrow. Listen, Mug, I answered with with- ering scorn, 'twhen I run after a man, it will be something else. I hope so, she chimcd in. Mary can be very sympathetic at times, but at other times she just runs a one-track mind. Oh. be patient, will you? I begged her. While those girls nearly suffocated that lonely man, I remained very subdued and stand-ofhsh, as if he never existed. But when they went to the dining car for a late breakfast, he and I stayed in the car alone, and I did very well by myself. He began talking to me, and I played the clinging-vine type. Mary began to powder her nose. Mary's nonehalance is provoking at the wrong time. I donit even know his name, Maryf, I complained with exasperation, but he seemed to think that was unimportant. I just called him 'Prizoi with a long i if you please, as the other girls did. You see, he's been in Valpairaiso- that's in South America, ,couse you'd never know-where his father is doing some construction work in a big way. He fell for my line, and said he would like to see the rest of my family if I was a fair samplef, Mary viewed me with mock compos- ure until I had finished my say. He had to dash to look after his baggage before I had a chance to Hnd out where he is staying in Atlanta. But he has my address, all right, all right. That,s good. Now let me talkf, Mary launched off into a description of Mrs. MacGossip's nephew, Curt Newton, whom it seemed Mary had just caught a glimpse of, and for whom Mrs. MacGossip was giving the swimming party that after- noon. It seems he is wonderful, too. But I knew that before I could reach him Mrs. MacGossip would have told him all about my bathing suit and all else about me that she thinks is too brief. She'll never be on the unemployed list, that woman, not as long as I live. She'll al- ways have something to talk about. I was going with Harry, as I always do somehow, and Mary was going with Wiinpy. All four were going in Harry's Model T.', But the mouse had to come along and I began to have my doubts. Beep! There Harry and Wiinpy were, honk- ing their old horn, around in the back yard. What'll I do, Mary?,' I asked fran- tically. I haven't found that damn mouse yetlv Oh, come on, Mary encouraged, You and the mouse have both been pun- ished enoughf, Come in, boysf' I heard Mother say. I scrambled out from under the bed, changed my dress, fixed my face, grabbed my bathing suit out of the closet, stuffed it in a bag with everything else, and dashed Out. 'QGet in, Small-Change, Harry said, pushing me through the door. We have been waiting an hour on you. Oh shut up, Insignificant! I re- torted. If I am not worth waiting for, I am not worth taking. This checked him. Nancy had a mou-us. She didn't have it long,,' Wimp began singing. Big game hunter goes to a swimming party, Harry teased. Have your fun, childrenf' I said sweetly, but remember that he who laughs last-la-aw, who cares anyway! There's a funny thing about Harry's Model T, as there is about all of them, I guess. It has no low gear, so every steep hill we came to we had to turn around and back up. As this is the usual pro- cedure, it is of no consequence to us, but it always causes some eye-strain on the part of others who think we are going about it in the wrong way. With less than no trouble at all we reached Mrs. MacGossip,s. By this time I was de- termined to make her nephew in the same way I had made that Wonderful fConcluded on page IZSJ