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CONTENTS

Photo Dr. Arbuckle ---------- 6

Dedication ----------- 7

Sketch of Life ----------- 9

Names of Staff and Photo --------- 10

Editorial - - - - - - - - - - - - 13

Kodak Views __________ 14

The Faculty ----------- 16

Board of Trustees ---------- 18

Classes - - - - - - - - - - - - 19

Alumna. ----------- 43

Poetrj "Old Agnes" ---------- 50

Literar}' - ----- 51

Societies ------------63

Poem ------------ 80

Aurora ------------ 81

Poem ----------- 84

Music ------------ 85

Poem ----_.----. 90

Clubs --.---.----.91

Athletics ----------- 113

"Just for Fun " - - - - - - - - - - - 119

Toast to A. S. I. - - - - - - - - - - 139

Picture of the Editors ---------- 140

Greeting

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DR. ARBUCKLE

Dedicate?

to

5>r. (Howard JSell Srbucfele

as a slight token

of tbc great esteem in wnieb be is belb bv tbe

editors an6 student bo&B-

H. B. Arbuckle, A. M., Ph. D.

i^HSHnP^' P rese "ting this little sketch of the life and work of a much appre-
^JlW Clate< ^ teacher, we have naught but a fair escutcheon to unfold. Born
S^llli^E 01 intelligent < hristian parents in a home amid the beautiful scenery
fSftEsKB a11 '' v ig rous atmosphere of that fine mountain section surrounding
the town of Lewisburg, W. Ya., we cannot wonder that our subject
developed high ideals of character, a deep love of the beautiful in nature, and a
quenchless thirst for the secrets of her science.

His early education was pursued in the school of his county. Following that
he attended, for one year, Prince Edward Academy, where he won the first honor
which entitled him to a scholarship in Hampden-Sidney College.

After a four years' course at Hampden-Sidney our young student received
his A. B. degree and delivered the valedictory at commencement. He was ap-
pointed Fellow and Instructor in the college for the next vear. The following
June the degree of A. M. was conferred upon him, and at this commencement he
delivered the Master's Oration.

After five years spent in teaching and in further study, Mr. Arbuckle. in
1895, entered Johns Hopkins University as a graduate student, persuing advanced
courses in Chemistry, Physiology and Biology.

Tn 1896 Mr. Arbuckle was married to Miss Ida Meginnis, of Tallahassee.
Florida. Miss Meginnis was a first honor graduate of the Seminary west of the
Suwannee, the school in which Mr. Arbuckle was instructor for four years. The
sweet bride, then won, has ever since been a true helpmeet and the winner of
many friends.

Ar the end of three years Dr. Arbuckle received the degree of Ph. D. from
Johns Hopkins University. His success was marked. His work, especially his
graduating thesis, attracted the attention of his professors. They suggested a
scientific career, most alluring to a true student. But he had chosen the
noble calling of a teacher and had accepted the professorship of Phys-
ical and Biological Sciences at Agnes Scott Institute, thus consecrating his
best powers, acquirements and university training to the work of the
higher Christian education of the young women of his beloved South. He
loves his students and is concerned not only for their spiritual and intellectual
welfare, but enters enthusiastically into their sports and enjoyments.

Thoroughly loval to his institution, he is always active in advancing her in-
terests, and this has been conspicuouslv true the past year in his personal work
for our new Science Hall. Its admirable internal construction, and greatly im-
proved equipment is due largelv to his energy and capability, notably in his rais-
ing five hundred dollars for the purchase and putting in of the new gas machine.
We sincerelv hope Dr. Arbuckle will remain with us many years and help to
realize for Agnes Scott her highest ideals.

Editors

Editor-in-Chief

LAURA CANDLER, 0'4.

Associate Editors

JULIET COX, '03 JANIE CURRY, '0+

MATTIE DUNCAN, '04
CLIFFORD HUNTER, '04 MATTIE TILLY, '04

Art Editors

OCTAVIA AUBREY
BROWNIE HUSON MABLE McKOWEN, '05

Business Managers

VIRGINIA BUTLER, '04 ANNIE SHAPARD, '04

Editorial.

Ar.othev year has come and gone another year with its trials and pleasures,
its studies and recreations, its failures and successes and, as a memento of this
year, we present to our friends the second volume of the Silhouette. Encouraged
by the success and kindly reception of last year's volume, we have again at-
tempted to picture Agnes Scott life. Just how much time and thought we have
spent upon it, you may judge from the contents; just how much pleasure it has
been to us, only you who have joined in a like work may know.

We have tried to make a true sketch of the year, to present "the doings and
sayings" of those about us, so that in years to come as we glance through its
pages, names and faces, all but forgotten, will bnng back to us the memory of our
school days, and chief among these this year which has been one so peculiarlv
bright. Fortune has indeed smiled upon us ; never has there been a more enthu-
siastic faculty or student body. It is this interest of the girls in the annual that
made it a pleasure to us to do it for them.

Miss McKinney, Miss Louise Lewis and Dr. Arbuckle have again befriended
us and we wish to express to them our deep appreciation of all that thev had
done to forward the success of this little volume which we give to you with the
same old excuse, "We have clone our best." Ye Editors.

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Faculty

F. H. Gaines, D. D., President.
Miss Nannette Hopkins, Lady Principal.

Miss Louise McKinney,
English Literature.

Miss Nannie A. Massie,
French and History.

Miss Mary D. Sheppard,
Philosophy and German.

H. B. Arbuckle, A. M., Ph. D. (Johns Hopkins),
Physical and Biological Sciences.

Miss Maud Morrow, A. M. (Univ. of Miss.),
Latin and Greek.

Miss Anna T. Young,
Mathematics.

Tuos. J. Farrar, M. A., Ph. D. (Wash, and Del. Univ.),
English.

Rev. H. C. Hammond,
Bible.

Miss Nannie M. Lewis, B. T.,
Mathematics.

Miss Mattie E. Cook,
Geography.

Faculty

Miss Mary J. Harnett,
History and Physical Culture.

Miss Anne Philips,
Assistant in Mathematics and Latin.

Miss Annie K. Dewdei.l,
Assistant in Biological and Chemical Lahoratory.

Miss Lila McMahon,
Presiding Study Hall Teacher.

Joseph McLean, Director,
Piano, Theory and Musical History.

John H. Stephan,
Piano and Organ.

Miss Helen Watkins,
Piano and Theory.

Miss Emma L. Leinbach,
Voice Culture and Sight-Reading.

Miss Theodora Morgan,
Violin.

Miss Louise G. Lewis,
Painting and Drawing.

Board of Trustees

Col. George W. Scott. President Decatur

F. H. Gaines. D. D Decatur

C. M. Candler Decatur

J. G. Patton, D. D Decatur

T. H. Eice.. D. D Atlanta

George B. Scott . . . Decatur

Hon. Milton A. Candler Decatur

S. M. Inman New York

A. B. Curry. D. D Memphis, Tenn.

tt. Cecil. D. D Richmond, Va.

T. V. Porter. Jacksonville, Fla.

Rev. C. P. Bridewell Atlanta

Glasses

Senior

MARION BUCHER
DECATUR, GA.

Literary Editor Silliauctt,
Secretary Senior Class.

He

tie and low.

M. L. S.
sweet, gen

An excellent thing in woman."
Treasurer M. L. S., '00 ; Presi-
dent M. L. S., '00 ; Vice-Secretary
Christian Band. '01 ; Vice Presi-
dent M. L. S., '01 : Secretary M.
L. S.. '01 : President M. L. S..
'02 ; Secretary Christian Band,
'02 : Vice President Christian
Band, '02 : Secretary M. L. S..
'02 ; President M. L. S.. '03 ;
President Christian Band, '03 ;
Writer tor Shonts Prize, '03 ;
Treasurer Senior Class.

So h gli us a tri

high will it And
sphere suited to it."

deut Sophomore Clas;

I*. L. S.. '00 ; Secreta

: Treasurer Chri

voice

Secreta
., '02 ; President I'. L. S.
President Christian Band
Tres'dent P. I.. S.. '03
dent Senior class.

GRACE HARDIE, P. L. S.. BIR

MINGHAM, AI.A.
"Melhought I heard
'Sleep no mo
President Soph

Christian Hand, 'no
Treasurer 1'. L. S.. '01 : Secretars
Christian Band. 01 ; Vice-Presi
dent Christian Band. '02 : Secve.
tar.v and Treasurer Golf Club
'01- 112 : Vice-President P. L. S.
'01 ; Vice-President Senior Class :
President Golf Club. '02-'03 ;
Critic P. I.. S.. '03 : President P.

03.

JULIET COX, M.
TUR. GA.

L. S.. DECA

good lest forever
Secretary Class. '01 ; Treasure!
Class. '02 : Business Manage]
Amuiii. '02 ; Literary Editor Sil
Jmmlti. '03: Poet Senior Class

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Senior

Organization

PRESIDENT, Eilleex Goeer. VICE-PRESIDENT, Grace Hardie.

SECRETARY, Marion Bucher.

TREASURER. Audrey Turner.
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HISTORIAN, Hattie Blackford.

POET, Juliet Cox.

PROPHET, Emily Winn.

Colors Amethyst and gold. Flower Marshal Neal Rose.

Members

Audrey Turner, Hattie Blackford,

Marion Bucher, Grace Hardie.

Eilleen Gober,

Emily Winn, Juliet Cox.

Honorary Members
Miss Hopkins, Miss McKinney.

Senior Poem

Ah. arink if you will to the dear little girl
With laughing eyes and her head iu a whirl.
And drink to the love of that merry lass :
Then iill up your glass and drink to the class
( )f nineteen three !

Ah, drink if you will to the tender heart.
And the lofty soul of your own sweetheart.
And drink to the trust of that noble lass :
Then fill up your glass and drink to the class
Of nineteen three !'

Ah. drink if you will to the student true.
With her jaunty air and her work to do,
And drink to the faith of that happy lass:
Then fill up your glass and drink to the class
( If nineteen three !

Yes. drink to the girls who will leave you ere long
That they in life's trials may ever be strong.
And drink to tho health of each charming lass :
Then fill up your glass and drink to the class
Of nineteen three !

Poet.

History

Period 1899-1903
Campaign of i8gp-ipoo.
N the year eighteen hundred and ninety-nine began the courageous
struggle of the class of 1903. a struggle destined to last for four long
rears. A brave little band, they started out determined to conquer or
to die. The odds to be overcome were great, but so were the courage
and patriotism of the Freshmen. The first year was a period of many
skirmishes, but no great encounter is recorded as taking place during this cam-
paign. Owing, however, to a lack of sufficient preparation, as well as to the great
hardships to which they were exposed, there fell during this year perhaps a
fourth part of the brave band. In May, 1900, a truce of three months was
agreed upon.

Campaign of ipco-1901.

Bv the next year the troops, raw at first, were becoming better drilled and
more hopeful of success. But all their courage and skill were needed, for new
enemies rose up against them, Gaines' Bible Xotes joining the alliance of opposing
forces. At mid-vear there took place a fierce encounter, attended by severe loss.

and a few months later there occurred, in May, another great battle, lasting- about
ten days. In this battle, also, the fatality was great, and both sides were glad to
agree upon a short cessation of hostilities.

The Great Year of ipoi-1902.

In September, of 1901, the opposing forces were again facing each other.
By this time the class of 1903 had gained at least one-half of the coveted terri-
tory. Many important positions were now in their hands, among them Algebra,
Geometry, Caesar, Cicero and one of the three districts of Gaines' Bible Notes.
At the beginning of this year, also, they had a slight addition to their forces.

Desperate Siege of Trigonometry Its Final Capture.

Now they went up against Trigonometry and besieged it. This was a very
strongly fortified place, set about with sines and cosines, tangents and cotangents.
For fear of a sudden sally from within the walls, the besiegers scarcely dared
sleep day or night. Many a time thev thought to have taken the place by storm,
but every time some new formula would be cast up to bar their way. At last,
when they were almost in despair, they called a council and asked if anyone could

suggest some expedient. Then in their midst rose J C . and urgently

and at great length insisted that the only way to conquer the place was to "dig,
dig. - ' This was the plan finally adopted, and so, after many clays, the place was
undermined and taken.

IQ02-IQ03 The Beginning of the End.

The class nerved itself for what it knew must be the final struggle. It was
now a band of veterans, and so great had been the fatality among the privates
that not a single one was left. All the survivors were officers. You might tell
the hardships they had been through by their emaciated condition, and by the
scars of many conflicts. But their hearts were great within them, for they saw
before them mountains, it is true, but across them lay "Diploma."

Their captain, a gigantic figure, once more marshaled them in battle-array,
and so thev set themselves a last time to the strife. Their fortune this year has
been great. Not one has fallen before the enemy or succumbed to sickness.

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Their struggles are by no means ended, and they have still a few important
positions to take, but it is now uniformly conceded from the general trend of
affairs that before many months the powers will be forced to acknowledge their
independence.

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Officers

President ANNIE SHAPARD.
Vice-President CLIFFORD HUNTER.
Secretary VIRGINIA BUTLER.
Colors Scarlet and cream.

Treasurer MATTIE DUNCAN
Historian MATTIE TILLY.
Poet LAURA CANDLER.
Flowers Red and white carnations.

Members

Virginia Butler,
Olive Brown.
Laura Candler,
Janie Curry,
Mattie Duncan.

Clifford Hunter.
Lois Johnson,
Annie Shapard,
Mattie Tilly,
Rebil Robertson.

Honorary Members
Dr. Gaines, Miss Lytle,

May Shepard.

Junior Class History

^SOMETIMES many events are crowded into one year's time, but during
this, the Junior Year of the Class of '04, few events have happened
which are worth recording- indeed, each day is so like every other
day that we might almost say that the record of one is the record
of all. The history of the Junior Class is not so different from the
history of the world a record of struggles. Perhaps it might be said that the
history of our class is summed up in that little word, trial. This word is the
key to our history in another sense, too, it contains the initial letters of the
words which sum up our record.

T, the first letter of trial, is the initial letter of talk, and it cannot be denied
that the Juniors have talked, though it may be denied that the talk of the Juniors
is worth recording. Is not that habit of talking commonly considered the chief
characteristic of women ? The Juniors have read from the pages of Carlyle
that "speech is great, but silence is greater," but they do not seem to believe it,
except when they are in class and do not know the lesson.

R suggests rush a very truthful suggestion. We have been led oh from
our Freshman year, hoping to come to an easy year, but the easy time, like the
end of the rainbow, has ever receded before us, and so we have always had to rush
to get all done, and we are still rushing on, toward graduation, we hope. Truly,
the Juniors are typical Americans in this one respect that they are always busy.

I sure means ink, both red and black, for these two have figured prom-
inentlv in many of the important events of our history. That little word has
the power of calling up such pleasant things, as for instance, Latin proses,
examinations, themes and literature note books.

A suggests a work which perhaps more than almost anything else has
relieved the weariness of study a work with which we associate so much
pleasure, so much planning, so much enthusiasm. In after life when we look
backward to our Junior year, we shall, perhaps, think first of ail of the Annual.

L, of course, means lessons. We have had more of these things than
anything else, perhaps more than we have always desired. By way of lessons
we have gone into that glorious study, English literature, and along with it we
have studied the language that made it. We have followed the old, old story of
the wicked Israelites and have tried to learn something of French, Latin and
German. But the struggles with these do not compare with that terrible and
mighty battle with that awful foe in the bloody garb Davis Psychology.

Perhaps we should add s to trial and make it trials, for our attempts to be
something, to do something, to learn something, have certainly been more than
one ; and then, too, we need an j for Seniors, for our relations with them have
been so close and so pleasant that we cannot omit them in our history. This
reminds us of our relations to the rest of the A. S. I. world. We are at peace
with all now, no enmity existing- between the Juniors and Freshmen or Sopho-
mores.

And now as we see the end of this, our Junior year, approaching, we begin
to look forward to our Senior year, the crowning year of our school life, and
yet the saddest of all the year of parting.

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Sophomore

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FIRST TERM.
President BESSIE DUKE.
Vice-President MABEL McKOWEN.

Officers

SECOND TERM.
President LULIE MORROW.
Vice-President EMMA BELLE DU BOSE.

Secretary and Treasurer MARY KELLY. Secretary and Treasurer MARY KELLY.

Colors White and gold.

Motto "Never put off for tomorrow

Members
Pearl Wallace,
Mary Darling Hooper,
Louise Chick,
Annie King,
Mary Kelly,
Lucile Lane,
Clare Hardin,
Ida Lee Hill,
Martha Merrill.

Flower Daisy,
vhat you can do today."

Emma Belle Du Bose,
Bessie Duke,
Mary Lou Patton,
Mabel McKowen,
May McKowen,
Sallie Stribling,
Katherine Reid,
Luetta Gregg,
Lulie Morrow.

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Concerning the Sophomores

MAY MoKOWEX.
Oil, she comes froni Louisiana.

Where the cane and cotton grow:
'Twould take half my life to tell yo

All the curious things site knows

Her lo

KATIIEltIXE REID.
for Miss Lytle is past comprehe

The war she hates Math grieves Miss Yo
the heart :
She seems to en.i'oy both her French ar
Latin :
She's little and jolly and also quite smai

HKTTA TREGG.
She's a slender, brown-eyed maiden.

From an Alabama town ;
With her music and Delsarte

She will win herself renown.

LAI.LIE KTIlIJiLIXG.
A modest maiden, quite demure.
In ways and manners gentle, pure :
A maiden fond of books forsooth.
And loved by all 'tis said with trut

BESSIE DIKE.
A maiden passing fair is she.
Whose life is one sweet harmony.
In chapel she plays chords and scales,
While fh' "student body" shrieks and w

MAKTIIA MEIUilLL.

The goddess Minerva will honor her wisdom.

The Muse's will bow when she comes into si

The length of her words will astound Noah \

ster.

Ard all will consult her. this fair maid s:i bri

IDA LEE HILL.
, Thr< u'?h Fortune's mystic specs we see

Our dark-eyed schoolmate. Ida Lee ;
r For her there'll be a lot of beaux

As every year she fatter grows.

AXXIE KING.

Ard next c

nws our dear Annie King

And tho' sb

e's a very small thing.

Both Latin

ind Greek she can fluently

speak

But her pre

se lias a different ring.

ACKKLLE BREWER.
"Oil', I can never find my books!"
Ik Aurelle'si constant cry.
Perhaps it is she never Icoks,
And that's the reason why.

LOUISE CHICK.
Loirse Chid? is a bonnie lass. v
To her now turns Dame Fortune's glass
She will develop a learned streak.
Speak English, Latin. German. Greek.

JURY KELLY.

Mary, m

ore wisdom resolved to i

And a

knowledge of Math, mc

So hitlie

r she tame to the A. S.

To learn

alxmt A and T

CLARE RARDEX.
She goes home in the evening.

Where the firelight flickers brightly.
And that cruel, cruel whistle

Ne'er disturbs her studies nightly.

MABEL McKOWEN.
Mabel MrKowen. hers is the pleasure
Of painting our pictures sometimes when at le

irtists until we're disgust*
irely be trusted.

LULIE MORROW.
Oh. a dear little girl is Lulie.

And worthy of very much praise ;
But chemical air. unless she takes care.

Will eventually shorten her days.

MARY LOB l'ATTAX.

Our Mary Lou you ne'er could call her stout,

rid Because she's ""linked sweetness long drawn oul

But ah ! in grief she'll spend her latest day.

If she does not control her tongue some way.

MARY WARLIXG HOOrER.
Like Pandora, all gifted.

She's blessed by the gods.
Blind Cupid doth love her.
And Jove himself ncds.

EMMA BELL DtJ BOSE.
Km ma Bell is our class-room's protector

She always looks after the chairs';
By unanimous vote w T e'll elect her

To see that they're kept in repairs.

LUCILE LANE.
See Lucile rub her sleepy eyes
As the rising bell doth ring.
'Oh. how I hate that sound !" she sigh:

"Sir

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Fresh

men

Officers

President CAROLINE DU HOSE.
Vice-President SUSAN YOUNG.
Secretary AYA WEST.
Treasurer MARGARET McCORMACK.
nd gold. Flower Black-eyed Susans

Members

Bertha Carmichael.
Ruth Burt,
Katherine Cox.
Olive Carothers,
Caroline Du Base,
Ethel Fleinister,
Virginia George.

Adalyn Hyde.
Margaret MeCormack.
Mabel Smith,
Lucy Wright,
Julia Watson,
Ava West,
Susan Young,

Jeannette We

Honorary Members
Miss Young.

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The Freshmen

Motto "I want to go home." Colors All shades of green.

Yell "Ma! Ma!"

Class Poem
A freshman stood on the burning deck,

And, as far as we can learn,
Stood there in perfect safety

She was too green to burn. Ex.

History of the Freshman Class

_N October 16, 1902, nineteen of Adam's posterity organized the class
B of the Agnes Scott Institute.

Our first meeting was held in one of the recitation rooms, and we
duly elected our officers, whose names appear so prominently in the
other departments. This organization was laughed at by the big-
headed Sophs., but in the face of their jeering we bravely set out to get ahead
of them, and have succeeded admirably.

Whenever we walked on the campus we were greeted with the cries of "Hello,
Freshie," and such like, and at first we felt like well, nothing; but now not one
of the Sophs, will say a word about our being "Fresh and green.'' Ask them why.

As to looks, no one is conspicuous for her pulchritude, and no one strikingly
otherwise ; yet it is said of us, by more than one authority, that we are the best
looking set of Freshmen that have ever been seen at this, or, in fact, any other
school.

The Juniors are our friends. They hope by their dignified ways to "keep
us down." On Hallowe'en we entertained them royally; and the Sophs., some
green with envy, others yellow with jealousy some have not vet regained their
original color slighted us for a whole week !

Miss Young, our honorary member, helped us through that dreadful week
and we feel indebted to her for our lives.

Of course, we have had other troubles besides the Sophs., but we have
borne them all as Freshmen should.

In books, though perhaps not the first, we are by no means the last, and we
ask you to watch the progress of a model class the Class of '06. Historian.

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ALUMN/E ASSOCIATION

Officers 1902-03

President - Martha Cobb Howard

Secretary - Annie Kirk Dowdeu,

Treasurer - Laura Boakdmax Caldwku.

A. A. A. S. I.

WsjfmWgL T was a success ! A great success ! Dignity and beauty, grace and
pl'jlTpS wit gave the menu, charming in itself, an added charm. A. S. I.
J8rI!||$ uas toaste d. ' 'one! Scotl u is toasted, the Alumnae were toasted,
KRyfamwa. everything that could be toasted was well toasted, crisp and brown
and tasty. It was all pleasant to the senses, but far better, how
gratifying and elevating was it to the spirit, to see the sweet maturity of those
who are taking lessons in life's great school, to hear the words of true loyalty
to Alma Mater and its principles, to feel the 'bonds of fellowship tightening
with a closer, warmer pressure, to know that for now and forever the hearts
of those are knit together who have a common love for a common cause, and
that cause great and noble, for it seeketh the glory of God and H'is glory doth
shine upon it. The incoming members from the class just on the eve of gradu-
ation were cordially received into an association which claims them for its own.
Blessing and being' blessed, may they never fail of their allegiance. The
banquet of 1902 was a success, and success is cheering.

Another success seems just within the grasp of the Alumnae. The scholar-
ship fund quoted last year as $560, is now nearly $700. A little more effort, a
little more patience, accompanied with prayer and thanksgiving and the $1,000
will be complete, standing as a proof of what the Alumna; can do, and as a
pledge of what they will do in the furtherance of the good plans of A. S. I. With
united, purposeful, concerted, consecrated effort, they may extend their influence
from generation to generation, and seed of their sowing may bear fruit in this
land and in other lands and in the world of light immortal.

Our Contributors

Art Contributors
Martha Sehaefer,
Clara Burner,
Mable Smith,

Mary Howell,

Leonora Owsley

Literary Contributors
Emily Winn.

Hattie Blackford,

Carlotta. Alexander.

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How Sir Bleys Found the Holy Grail

STORM-CLOUD gathered in the west and rolled up to meet the
setting sun. A lonely marsh heron flew across the path with a dismal
cry. Then there was a great stillness. The land lay breathless,
waiting for the breaking of the storm. And rapt through all the
stillness rode Sir Bleys. with heart on fire, to find the Holy Grail.
Two months gone by. he, with the Table Brund, had sworn to find the conse-
crated cup that held cure for the woes of all the world ; but not a twelvemonth
and a day swore Sir Bleys should be his search, but all his life, till death, if
needs must be.

As Sir Bleys thus rode he came to a ford across which the land rose precipi-
tously, wild and beautiful and fiercely lonely. Capping the cliff there towered a
great, gaunt castle, and Sir Bieys bethought him he had reached the border land
of Wales.

The storm-cloud broke into great drops of rain ; the winds acquired a
voice and raged and moaned. With the moaning of the wind there came to
Sir Bleys' ears a sob. pitiful as that of some blind child that stretches out its
hand and finds no aid. Muttered the knight, as he crossed himself, "Sure,
some lost soul, sent out this night to wander through the world. May God
assail it !"

Even as he spoke his eyes fell on a little maid, perchance sixteen, who
stood upon the bank and watched a boat float far adown the stream, and stretched
her hands and made to call it back.

A little, slender thing she was. as she swayed in the wind, her dark hair
loosed and blown about her white face. There came a great flash of lightning
and the maiden turned affrighted eyes upon Sir Bleys.

Leaning down, he swung her lightly up before him, and urged his horse
into the stream, and so they came to the other side and began the ascent of the
cliff. /

The rain came in sheets now. Blackness closed about them, save when
mountain flashed signal to mountain, and then the universe joined in one deep
groan. Not a word said Sir Bleys for the raging of the wind, but took his
cloak from about him and wrapped it about the maid, who struggled feebly
against the sacrifice, then lay, a little warm, w.et thing, within his grasp.

So in the darkness and the storm, they came at last to the castle door.

Sir Bleys beat on it with his sword and it was cast open by a giant figure
towering on the threshold in the light from the glittering torches.

"Who knocks on such a night?" he cried. Then as the maid leaped lightly
to the ground, "Ygerne ! Why, child, did think thou hadst been safe in house
this hour. And where, pray, didst find a knight of Arthur's court?" But she
shook her wet hair about her face and fled, without one last backward look at
young Sir Bleys, cloakless and wet and every inch a knight. So left him there,
without a word of thanks.

Sir Bleys knew this giant foe, Brastias, one of the greatest knights of
Arthur's court, till proven traitorous and condemned to death ; but because he
once had saved the life of Guinevere, Arthur gave him his life, now, in return,
sending him forever from his court. So Brastias took his child and fled to
Wales. Here on this wild, lonely cliff, the girl grew up, with but her father
and a few aged retainers. Nor had she near her any woman save her nurse,
nor knew she aught of knights, save through the old woman's tales. To this
old woman she fled and told her story. "Sure, Sir Launcelot, he!" she said.
"Think you not 'tis he? He is so tall and fair, so gentle and so strong!" The
old crone laughed and shook her head and muttered, "Some other knight of
Arthur's court, perchance, not Launcelot!" But Ygerne made her tell over
that night all the tales of Arthur's court. Then cried herself to sleep, she
knew not why.

For four days the storm raged round the castle so fiercely that no living
thing might be seen, for all had fled to shelter and kept close.

In the great hall Ygerne looked at the knight, a wild flower maid, as timid
as some forest thing, and then as sweetly, friendly, listening with eyes that
glowed like stars to hear of the brave deeds of Arthur's knights. Last, when
he told her how every knight bare some token of his lady's favor, a glove, a
scarf, a riband then jesting said, but he, '"'poor knave, had none," she, moved
to tenderest pity, untied, from about her neck, a golden cross and gave it to
him. He kissed her hand with reverence, and bound the cross in his helm.
"Fit emblems for one who follows the Grail," quoth he.

The fifth day the storm passed and Sir Bleys departed, and again the little
maid cried herself to sleep, but that night, alas, knew why.

So Sir Bleys rode away, but in his heart there stirred a power that quick-
ened into life and took possession his whole being, and yet he saw not plainly
what it was. Only he knew he longed for Wales with a great longing, and often
in his dreams he climbed a cragside in a raging storm, a little warm, wet maid
within his arms.

Grail, but ever when he turned his eyes toward Wales, the golden cross within
his helm, her gift, called him back to his vow and to his search.

As he thus searched and denied himself and suffered in body and in mind,
his heart grew exceedingly tender toward every other sorrowful soul, his love
grew so it would not be denied, but overflowed to all the world. Did he see
any man in distress, he knew what it meant ; any maid, it might have been
Ygerne; any wild hunted thing, it looked at him with her eyes of the storm.
He strove to keep his hands quite clean, else how dare he touch hers? His
heart utterly pure, else how could he ever look within her eyes again ?

One night Sir Bleys was very weary. All day he had walked that an aged
pilgrim might ride. Coming to the nearest inn, he lay down to sleep in utter
exhaustion. To him in his sleep there came a Gentle Presence. His brow
was pierced with thorns and bore the sorrows of a world. He looked at Bleys
with his dead mother's eyes. And in His hands He held the Holy Grail. Sir
Bleys, in his dream, fell on his knees before Him. When He spoke it was as
the sound of many waters.

"Bleys, knowest thou me?"

"Aye, Lord."

"And what I hear?"

"The Grail, dear Lord !"

"And what we drank therefrom, both Me and Mine, that last great night
before my work was clone?"

"Lord, the sacrament!" whispered Bleys, from the ground.

Then the vision bent and kissed him on the forehead.

"Aye, of pure love, O Bleys ! My love for them and thee, and thine for me
and all the world. The Holy Grail abides in each man's heart, so he but make
it a fit temple there."

In the glory of his dream the vision held out the Grail in both pierced hands
to Bleys. He bent and kissed the brim and waked, and in his heart was a
great peace.

Next morning he turned his horse's head toward Wales.

A Glimpse of College Life

"S no use trying, Frances, I simply cannot write a theme this after-
noon ; I haven't an idea in my head. What a subject, too! 'Burke
As An Orator.' Who's thinking- about Burke or any other orator
anyway! All I'm thinking about is the good time I had during
Christmas. Oh, Frances, did I tell you about those gorgeous roses
somebody sent me? Let me see, I think I have the note here."

Down went pad and pencil, everything forgotten in the wild search for a
note in the depths of a trunk, none too tidy.

The room, lighted by the last rays of the sun, was certainly a very attractive
one. Gay posters, kodak pictures pleasant reminders of an outside world
little sketches and college flags concealed the somber grav of the walls. A low
couch, luxuriously loaded with pillows, offered an inviting resting place in the
little bay window which was bright with scarlet geraniums. One corner was
adorned with tennis rackets, golf sticks and other signs of outdoor sports. A
slight breeze stirring the white curtains completed the look of coolness and
comfort.

Frances looked up wearily from her book. "Mercy, Nan, I almost get this
stuff into my head when you start some commotion and scare the whole thing
out. A moment ago it was something - on the campus that I simply must see ;
now it is some old note that I don't care a snap about."

"Well, Frances, I just couldn't think any more about that old theme.
Please read this really it's awfully nice; then I'll be quiet or go out."

Nan came up triumphantly from the depths of her trunk, and tossed the note
across the room. "Now just read that!"

There was a moment of silence as Frances read the note.

"And you stopped me for that. Nan !"

"Well, I'll go out and leave you by yourself; besides, I think I smell candy
cooking next door."

Frances drew a sigh of relief as the door was shut with a vicious bang and
Nan went next door to well, not to write a theme. L. E. C, '04.

The Luck Some People Do Have

[NE day in early summer as I was walking through the woods I came
to a tumbled-down log cabin. In the door an old negro man was
sitting smoking' a ciap pipe and enjoying the sunshine. He did
not see me until I came nearly to him, then he rose and bowing low
said :

"Your sarvant, marster."

"Good morning. Uncle," said I, "this is a fine morning, and you seem to be
enjoying it."

"Yes, sar, I is," he rqjlied. "I'se enjoyin' it right smart."

"Do vou live here all alone?"

"No, sar; my wife, Lucindy, she lives here wid me."

"Have you no children, then?" I asked.

"Well, I'se had sixteen chillens, but den, vou see, I'se had some luck in
losin' dem. Now dere's Victora, a likely gal she was, dat died las' year fum de
spring fever. We named her Queena Victora, caise we thought she kinder
favored dat lady herself. Den Peter, James and John, we named dem dat caise
(ley acted so much like de free deciples, when dev was young; de}' went to a hot
supper down on de Talbot place and killed some free or four niggers and got hung.
I was mighty sorry dat dem free got hung, fer dey was jest gittin big enuf ter
wuk good. Lily was de youngest ob de whole fambly an' she died when she was
ci.itin' her teef. She was de whitest ob clem all, so dat's why we called her Lily.
I'se lost seval moah, but I disremembers dev names. When dere's so many
names ter remember you just can't keep up wid dem."

I agreed with him that it was right hard, and then I said, "Well, Uncle,
didn't you mind losing so many of your children ?"

"Oh, yes ; I didn't like to see dem droppin' off in dat way, but I thought de
Lord knowed what was best for me an' dem, so I didn't complain."

"Well, you certainly did have luck in losing them," I said as I moved away.

"Yes, sah," he said, cheerfully, "I did." C. A. '05.

Behind the Scenes

P**jSJE^, HAT a sweet, dreamy afternoon!" thought I, leaning hack against
1\MlM- ll lM under which I was sitting. "It is far too lovely to be

pW^WS poring i ver history. The Araliians are very uninteresting, any-
.'wj5S wav i" Gradually the words on the page before me grew dimmer,
and then I suddenly lost them and myself also. No here I was,
but not myself, only a small fly sitting on a window sill. The room before me
was small, but it 'hadde aboot hit a goode breeth of literature.' Everywhere
could be seen copies of Chaucer, Milton or Shakespeare, and their spirit seemed
to be mingled with the very air. Before a table a woman was busily correcting
papers. Over some she smiled, others she frowned upon, and to a few she
seemed utterly indifferent. At last she opened one paper, whose handwriting I
knew only too well. She frowned deeply while reading and finally marked it
with a large "F." I waited to see no more.

Going down the hall, I found myself in a neat study and was just looking
to see what the man at the desk was doing - , when suddenly the breeze whispered
"themes," and I almost broke my wings trying to get out of the room.

After wandering up a flight of steps I found a transome standing invitingly
open a r id flew in. "Surely this is not Rome that I have reached!" I thought.
Yet I could hear the speeches of Cicero as plainly as if I were sitting before that
gentleman in the Senate house ; I could hear the story of ^Eneas as it had been
told in the family circles of Rome ; and there could be seen even the blood shed
by the Roman warriors (though for convenience it had been placed in an ink
bottle). But who was that sitting before me? A Roman lady richly clothed
in silks and jewels? No, the spell was broken! It was a simple American
woman, busily correcting note books. But was she, with that frown upon her
brow, the same one who was always so pleasant in class ? Was she the one whom
the girls said 'never got mad' 2 I peeped over her shoulder to see what could
be so unpleasant, and she was filling my book with marks marks made with the
Roman blood.

Leaving this house of horrors, I made mv way toward a tall red brick build-
ing across the street. Indeed, from the outside this seemed the more formidable
of the two, and no wonder that I trembled slightly when I entered one of the
second floor windows. What a pretty room was before me ! How beautifully
kept! Not one thing seemed out of place. Even the woman who sat in ( he
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Six months passed by, and he had, as yet, not even a vision of the Holy
-seemed to belong- with everything else. What a relief not to- see a pile of
papers and a frowning teacher correcting them ! Gradually I gathered courage
and ventured to approach the chair of the thinker. Scarcely had I seated myself
on the arm of the chair when I was brushed roughly away and barely escaped
being killed. I lingered not a moment, but flew out of the window toward a
cottage near by. Here I did not enter, for on the steps sat a woman working
intently on one of those little black record books so appropriately black "mak-
ing out grades.'' I watched her for a few minutes and then as she came to my
name she said despairingly, "I'm afraid that girl will never pass in History." I
sprang - up in astonishment. But there was no cottage, no teacher. I was still
out under the shady tree and the neglected History lay on the ground before me.
I snatched it up eagerly and sat down to studv about the uninteresting Arabians,
resolved never to venture again "behind the scenes." A. M. S. '04.

Concerning the Seniors

pfHiffjtT was an icleal Ma )' c,a y- T' le Sl1n shone brightly on Agnes Scott,
Ip1I fisl stealin S through the leaves of the tail oak trees and falling in little
iP]liil patches oi lighl on the green grassy lawns. All was sunshine and
a5&MB3!ffl light, a sense of freedom and gayety pervaded the air as the light-
hearted schoolgirls in their soft dresses of organdy and lace camt
from the tall red building and crossed the lawn in little groups to the picturesque
stone chapel now old with the green ivy creeping over its gray-white walls.

Down on the white asphalt drive that wound in and out from the tall gate-
way, past the main building to the chapel, two old ladies were walking along
quite leisurely looking around them with eager eyes.

It was an ideal place for a girls' college the tall red building with ''Agnes
Scott 1891" carved in the marble over the front entrance was still the main
building, around which clung the happy memoirs of college life; down on the
east side the "White House," with its large open verandas, still stood; nearer the
Institute, almost hidden by a great oak tree, was the quaint old house of ''Our
President," and around it were gi inped the professors' houses, more modern,
perhaps, but all pervaded with a soft home-like air. On the other side of the
grounds stood the old stone chapel, and beyond it another large brick building
about which stood groups of chattering girls.

"Dear me, how it has changed !" said the little old lady with the gray-blue
eyes.

The tall lady with her adjusted her glasses, looked around and said, "Yes,
but it has been a long time," and then eagerly, "Oh, I wonder if any of the other
girls are here !"

They walked on slowly, talking but little; now and then one or the other
would smile as happy memories were awakened by familiar sights. They were
passing the old springhouse now wrapped in green leaves and roses.

''Oh. Grace," said the tall ladv suddenly, putting her hand on her friend's
shoulder, "there's the Lab!"

The gray-blue eyes fairly sparkled. "Now. Cosher, you mustn't say the
Lab., the Science Hall, my dear!"

The tall lady laughed. "Pardon!" she said with a mock bow.

An old ladv in front of them suddenly turned round. She was a slender
little lady. Her soft white hair was parted and pushed back from her face, and
her dreamy brown eyes gave her a peculiarly gentle expression. "Excuse me,"
she said turning to the two friends, "but is this "

"Oh, Audry !" they exclaimed, tears of joy welling up into their eyes.

Great crowds of people were coming toward the chapel and the merry talk
and laughter filled the air. The three old ladies, joined by still another, went into
the springhouse and sat again on the old benches.

"Ah, those dear old days ! Didn't we have a good time, girls?" said one.

"Yes, indeed ! I wonder what's become of the other girls. You know
Marion still has charge of that school. To think of Marion teaching ethics,
ad thev say she has three cats !"

"Well, you know Hattie is still living' up North. Dear me, how the Blach-
ford pictures have been the rage !"

"And Juliet ?"

Just then a carriage stopped in front of the springhouse and a large, courtlv
old lady in black velvet stepped out. She came toward them, her face still youth-
ful, beaming with smiles.

"Hello, honey! I heard you all were here, and dear me! how are you all?
Oh, isn't it just lovely to meet again! You know I think if there is anvthing
that has been ennobling to me it is our love for our class ! Now I want you all
to take dinner with me." During this speech she had been greeting first one and
then another most affectionately.

"Oh, jolly! Good!" said the little old lady with the gray-blue eyes.

"How nice of you, Juliet?" they all chimed in.

"Oh, don't speak of it. I wanted to have you yesterday, but the cook was

Come, let us sit down here and talk over our happy schooldays."

While the crowds passed to and fro the old ladies sat chatting together of
by-gone days. Everything was discussed over and over, and especially tHe
many social pleasures of that last happy year, until the crowds had passed on
and only a few people were now on the lawn. The tall lady stood up and looked
toward the old Lab. Suddenly she gave a little cry of joy an old white-headed
man with a great shaggy shepherd dog following him was coming from the hall.
The old man leaned heavily on his staff.

Suddenly her attention was attracted by the flag fluttering from the steeple
of the tower. A look of surprise came into her face. "Oh, girls !" she said,
"the flag has '03 on it. It is ours." They all looked up. Only the three was
distinct when the wind suddenly blew it out straight.

"Now, Goober, you must have your glasses fixed. You see that is '53.' and
the gray-blue eyes grew sadder. With a shy look she lifted a fall of lace and
looked at the little gold pin under it. The others followed her. On the flag was
'53, but on the little pin with its amethyst stones resting on each of their hearts
was enameled in purple letters "A. S. I. 03." Prophet, '03.

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Hattie Blackford, '03.
Martha

Margaret Whitesidea.

Writers for Shonts Prize, '03

Hattie Blackford, '03.

Audrey Turner, '03.
Ethel Woolf.

Mnemosynean Literary Society

Carlotta Alexander Washington, Ga.

Marguerite Baker Jacksonville. Fla.

Margaret Berry .Atlanta, Ga.

Hattie Blackford ; . . . Atlanta, Ga.

Martha Burwell *;Qharlotte, N. C.

Clara Burxey Claiksville. Tenn.

Ethel Briggs Valdosta, Ga.

Lucile Brownlee Nashville, Tenn.

Sue Bruce Toceoa, Ga.

Alice Cowles Charlotte, N. C.

Farris Davis De Funiak Springs. Fla.

Eula Donaldson Carrolton. Ky.

Lucy Dillard Washington. Ga.

Caroline Du Bose Atlanta, Ga.

Emma Bell Du Bose Atlanta, Ga.

Ethel Flemister Dalton, Ga.

Lucia Goddard Griffin, Ga.

Maggie Hanson Union Springs, Ala.

Bessie Hanson Union Springs. Ala.

Carrie Harris Sparta, Ga.

Ida Lee Hill Washington, Ga.

Mary Darling Hooper Selma, Ala.

Ruby Hurst Social Circle, Ga.

Brownee Husox Covington, Ga.

M. L. S.

Matie Jones Jackson, Miss.

Mary Kelley Valdosta, Ga.

Ethel Kelley Atlanta, Ga.

Hattie Leland Water Valley, Miss.

Helen Leland Water Valley, Miss.

Sadie Magill Chattanooga, Tenn.

Margaret McCormack Birmingham, Ala.

Chicora McCartha Troy, Ala.

Martha Merrill Thomasville, Ga.

Leonora Owsley Covington, Ga.

Maiiy Pate Water Valley, Miss.

Anna Rosasco Pensacola, Fla.

Carter Schaefer Toceoa, Ga.

Alice Sharp Chattanooga, Tenn.

39. Mabel Smith Rome, Ga.

40. Eula Stanton Social Circle, Ga.

41. Theresa Summerville Oxford. Miss.

42. Mary Hahtwell Summerville Oxford, Miss.

43. Fan Turner Pensacola, Fla.

44. Audrey Turner Camilla, Ga.

45. Hattie Turner Camilla, Ga.

46. Sarah Turner Covington, Ga.

47. Juliette Webb Mindon, La.

48. Ethel Woolp Atlanta, Ga.

49. Edith Cofield Atlanta, Ga.

50. Maude Collins Atlanta, Ga.

51. Bessie Hefley Cameron, Tex.

51. Mary Howell Rome, Ga.

53. Nell Johnston Palmetto, Ga.

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Meta Barker, 02.

Bell Dumungton, '02.

Mary Bynum Jarnigan.

Writers for Shonts Prize, '03

Olive Hay,

Margaret Wilson.

Emily Winn, '03.

Propylaen Literary Society

Annie Annspaltgh Lynchburg. Va.

Octavia Aubrey . Cartersville, Ga.

Jim Btjrgin Birmingham. Ala.

Aurelle Brewer Monroe. La.

Olive Brown Junction. Ark.

Virginia Butler Levyville, Fla.

Berth a Carmichael Jackson. Ga.

.Tame Curry Memphis, Tenn.

Bessie Dtjhe Scooher, Miss.

Mattie Dun-can Atlanta, Ga.

Jean Evans Meridian, Miss.

Edna Field Kansas City, Mo.

Irene Forgey Morristown, Tenn.

Eilleen Gober Marietta, Ga.

LufETTA Gregg Birmingham, Ala.

Mary Grier Lexington, Miss.

Grace Hardie Birmingham, Ala.

Olive Hay Gainesville, Fla.

Nell Henderson Hampton, Ga.

Hope Herrick Farm City, 111.

Willie Hogue Newburn, Ala.

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22. Lucile Lake Birmingham, Ala.

23. Mabel McKowek Lindsay, La.

24. May McKowex Jackson. La.

25. Lulie Morrow Lauette. Ala.

20. Mary Lou Pattox LaFayette, Ga.

27. Ethel Reid Palmetto, Ga.

28. Katherixe Reid Palmetto, Ga.

20. Martha Schaefer Toccoa, Ga.

30. Axxie Shapard Opelika, Ala.

31. Jeaxxette Shapard Opelika, Ala.

32. Ola Shaw Quiney. Fla.

33. Sallie Striblixg Walhalla. S. C.

34. Lucy Watkixs Jackson, Ga.

35. Julia Watsox Lexington, Miss.

30. Ava West Thomson. Ga.

37. Florixe Westberry Sylvester, Ga.

38. Margaret Wilsox Newbnrn. Ala.

39. Axxie Joe Peter Holly Grove. Ark.

40. Louise Price Cartersville. Ga.

41. Axxie Kirk Dowdell Opelika, Ala.

42. Olive Carothers Selma, Ala.

43. Axxette Crocherox Gadsden, Ala.

44. Aldixe Howell Waynesville, N. C.

45. Mamie Lupo Monticello. S. C.

40. Mamie Tilsox Dahlonega, Ga.

47. Louise Van Harlixgex Atlanta, Ga.

4S. Pearl Wallace Bristol. Tenn.

49. Eugexia Walker Darien, Ga.

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The Daisy

As roaming through the woods one day

My eye upon a daisy fell ;
Its petals breathed the joy of May,

And seemed to me heaven's asphodel.

Its ivory frame seemed loath to part.

So fair a treasure to iay bare:
For nestled in a golden heart"

You found the soul of nature there.

AURORA

Published Monthly Established 1891

STAFF OF 1902-03
Editor-in-Chief,

EMILY WINN.
Literary Editor, lr , ,.,

HATTIE BLACKFORD. OLIVE ^1"

Local Editor, Alumnae Editor.

ETHEL WOOLF. ANNIE SHAPARD.

Business, Manager,

SUSIE HUNTER.

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I shall weave you a crown of flowers,
Gathered from Titania's bowers.
I shall seek for In nature a trace
Of the loveliness found in your face.

But the garland when finished, behold !
Not the half of your beauty has told ;
So the glory of nature, my sweet,
In a cluster, I fling at your feet.

J. C.

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Annie Aunspaugh (Piano and Violin). Octavia Aubrey (Voice).

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Audrey Turner, Olive Brown,

Hattie Leland, Vera Reins,

Mattie Cobb Howard, Octavia Aubrey,

Louise Van Harlingen, Bessie Hefley,

Lurile Brownlee, Pearl Wallace,

Hope Herriek, Mary Kelly,

Eula Donaldson, Annie Aunspaugh,

Carter Sehaefer, Leonora Owsley,

Bessie Hanson, Maude Collins,

Ruby Hurst, Ethel Kelly,

Fannie Brown, Adalyne Hyde.

A. S. I, Orchestra

Miss Theodora Morgan,
Annie Abmspatjgh, Cliff Mable,

Meta Dike. Margaret Jewett,

Ai.dine Howell, Octavia Aubrey, Accompanist.

Spring

Oh. the brightly tinted leaves
Shake their tresses to the breeze,

For spring is here !
Oh, the wood-nymphs dance and
Oh, the hills with echoes ring.

Oh, the myriad colored skies
Mirrored in the flower that lies

At your feet !
Oh. the perfumed-laden air.
Breathing nature's incense rare,

For spring is sweet !

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L. Price V. Butler

H. Herrick G. Hardie

A. K. Dowdell E. Field

Epicureans

President HATTIK BLACKFORD.

Members

Carlotta Alexander,
Margaret Berry,
Hattie Blackford.
Clara Burney,
Juliet Cox,

Katherine Cox.

Caroline Du Bose,

Emma Belle Du Bose,
Lucy Dillard,
Edna Field,
Bessie Hefiey,
Hope Herriek,

Ida Lee Hill.
Mary Howell.
Brownie Huson.
Leonora Owsley.
Martha Merril,

Rebecca Robertson,
Mable Smith,
Louise Smith.
Audrey Turner,
Sara Turner,
Juliette Webb,
Ethel Woolf.

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Motto "Work is our recreation."

Members

Patient menders of bad soles Olive Hay, Olive Carothers.

Untiring demonstrators of mathematics Mabel MeKowen, Jean Evans.

Industrious pliers of needles Katherine Eeid, Sallie Stribling.

Chief cooks of indigestible food Jeannette Shapard, Willie Hogue.

Continuous promoters of cleanliness Bessie Duke, Annie Shapard.

Sleepless plodder on the road to knowledge Loulie Morrow.

^Uncomplaining sufferers Margaret Wilson. May McKowen, Ethel Ried.

"Unfortunately these members were prevented from having their pictures taken, having
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Members

Miss Lewis,
Clara Burney,
Mary Howell,
Brownie Huson,
Leonora Owsley,
Martha Schaefer,
Mable Smith.

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Carlotta Alexander,

Clara Burney,

Lucy Dillard,
Luetta Gregg,
Brownie Huson,
Mabel Smith,
Lueile Lane.

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Eula Donaldson,

Aldine Howell,

Emma Bell Du Bo.se.

Helen Leland,

Mattie Duncan,

Hattie I.eland,

Hattie Erwin.

Adelaide Nelson,

Jean Evans,

Kathleen Robe

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Color Blue. Flower Touch me-not.

Motta "Hence, loathed melancholy."

Members
Ethel Kelly Martha Schaefer

Carter Schaefer Alice Sharp

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Members

Otavia Aubrey. Edna Field,

Virginia Butler, Grace Haidie,

Janie Curry, Hope Herriek.

Annie Kirk Dowdell, Eileen Gober,

Louise Price.

O. N. T. Chafing Dish Club

Members

Aldine Howell, Maud Collins,

Adelyn Hyde. Mary Kelly,

Nell Johnston, Ethel Flemister,

Mary Lou Patton, Katherine Newton.

Ava West. . Louise Van Harlinsren.

Chafing Dish Club

Motto "Wher
Colors Salmon and olive.

Flower Butter and eggs.

Yell "Bum-a-ling, bum-a-ling!

Ting, ting, ting!
Ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling!

Ching, ehing, ching!
Bum-a-ling, ching-a-ling !

Who are we?
Chafing-dish girls of naughty three!

Members
Margaret Berry,
Clara Burney.
Ethel Kelly

Sadie Magtll,

Carter Schaefer
Martha Schaefer
Alice Sharf,

Juliette Webb.

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GRACE HAKDIE. President.
Alice Shabp, Secretary.

ir. Arbuckle, Lucile Lane,

Dr. Farrar, Annie King,

Martha Sehaefer, Kan Turner,

Sadie Magill, Ethel Woolfe,

Martha Merrill, Emma Belle Du Bose,

Eilleen Gober, Ava West,

Ethel Kelly. Juliet Webb,

Edyth Cafield, Clara Burney,

Adelaide Nelson, Alice Sharp,

Jim Burgin. Grace Hardie,

Luetta Gregg, Aurelle Brewer.

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E. B. Du Bose
H. Herrick
Dr. Farrar

White House Racket Club

E. Flemister N. Johnstone A. Howell A.

K. Newton M. Kelty

M. Collins L. Van Harlingen

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A. S. I. Directory

Miss Appleyard Excuses Infirmary, office hours 10-12 p. m.

Annie Shapard Psychology Notes Third avenue, East End, No.

Miss Hopkins Furloughs

Office, First avenue. East End, hours 8-3 ; Residence, Second avenue.

Mr. Farrar Stamps Place of Business ( ?) ; Office hours ( ?).

Lily Philips Dumb ( ?) Waiter. .Goes 3 times daily from sub- way to Third ave.
Grace Hardie Cure for Insomnia

Second avenue, East End, No. 43 ; hours 12-2 a. m.

Virginia Butler E. A. E. Pins Third avenue, East End, No. 80.

Mr. Stephan Instructor in Walking

Course: Front walk (object lessons given), three times daily.

Miss Shepard Wireless Telegraphy ( over transom )

84. Second avenue ; hours 8-10.

Nell Johnston Letter Writing White House, second floor.

Mr. Hammond Revised Notes

^2, First avenue ; hours, Wednesday and Friday, 10-12.

Dr. Farrar Correct Derivations

Science Building (take elevator to second floor), Saturday, 10-11.

Edna and Grace Vocal Duets . Given whenever desired ; prices and loud applause.

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Jim Mimutic Before Great Exodus, May 21.... 95 Third avenue. West End.
Margaret McCormick Best Methods of Teasing

May be interviewed at table, daily.

Emma Bell Lessons in Blushing 72 Third avenue, East End.

Martha Merrill Lessons in Voice Modulation

33 First avenue ; hours, 1 1-12. Tuesday and Thursday.

Eileen Gober Hair Dresser

Second avenue. No. 64 ; lessons given morning, noon and night.

OUR CO-EDS.

Will Campbell,
John Adams,
Jim Burgin,
Will Hogue,
Joe Peter,

Joe Binion,

Carter Schaefer,
Henry Thompson,
Fred Tupper,
Cliff Hunter.

"Familiar Words"

What's that bell for?

You recited that very well, you won't remember it to-morrow.

Don't any more care !

(Just before chapel) Please lend me a speller.

Who's got the after you?

O Joy !

Did I get any mail ?

Did you ever hear of such a subject for a theme?

Hello, you !

Is Pearl in here?

Please bring me a roll.

Wheel of Fortune

Letters of a Freshman

AGNES SCOTT INSTITUTE.

Decatur, Ga., September 12, 1902.
My Darling Mother:

I arrived here safe and sound yesterday just before dinner. I can't
understand how I left home at 12 o'clock and got here at the same
time. Their clocks must be different everything" else is. I came up to the
front door and knocked about five minutes before anybody heard me. They
don't pay much attention to people here. When I came in several verv im-
portant people were standing around and I thought, of course, they were going
to examine me right away, so I tried to say my multiplication table to myself,
but I got so mixed up I didn't know how much 7X9 is. Then a nice lady with
a soft voice came up to me and said she would show me the wav upstairs. We
met so many girls on the steps and thev all stared at me and whispered "New
girl! new girl!" until I thought I couldn't stand it any longer. At last we got to
the top (this is the tallest house I ever saw) and the lady opened a door and said:
"Here, dear, this is your room. You may go in and get ready for dinner and
come down when the bell rings." "When the bell rings" that's when they do
everything here. But I don't see how you know which bell means what when
they ring one every five minutes. This morning I heard a bell and ran down-
stairs to breakfast. When I got down to the first floor I saw everybody rushing
toward the other end of the hall. I asked a girl what it meant and she said
"Chapel," so I thought that must be a new name for breakfast and joined the
others ; but I found I was mistaken.

When I came out of the dinine-room today half a dozen girls grabbed me
and scared me most to death. "What's your name?" "Where you from?"
"What class are you in?" they said all at once. "My name's Alice I'm from the
Freshman class going to be in Mississippi," I stammered. I didn't see why
they all laughed then, but I do now.

Good night, the whistle has blown (I thought it was a fire) and I must go
to sleep. I will write to you every day. Your Devoted Daughter,

Alice.

December 24.
Ma Chere Mamma:

I must write you a note and thank you for the perfectly gorgeous box you
sent. We had a royal feast last night and the girls pronounced it divine. We
are in such a whirl it reallv addles my brain ! Clare and Mabel invited me to sit
in their father's box on Wednesday at "Ben Hur." Isn't that fine! They are
such dear girls, anvway, perfect darlings. I'm crazv about them. Well, good-
bye, there go the lights. As Ever, Alice.

Calendar

Sept. 10 School opens.

Sept. 20 Dr. Arbuckle receives in Science Hall.

Oct. 1 Electric lights came on at the White House.

Oct. 5 Dr. Arbuckle has a birthday supper.

Oct. IS Freshmen give Juniors a candy pulling.

Oct. 30 Tom Watson lectures.

Oct. 31 The Seniors go to a Hallowe'en party.

Nov. 13 Waiter drops a tray of hot hominy and coffee on a girl's head.

Nov. 14 A. S. I. entertains Synod.

Nov. 17 We go to hear Joaquin Miller lecture.

Nov. 23 The societies give reception.

Nov. 26 Thanksgiving day.

Dec. 10 Examinations begin.

Dec. 19 We go home for Christinas holidays.

Jan. 2 We come back to work.

Jan. 12 We hear E. H. Conwell lecture.

Jan. IS King George falls down.

Feb. 10 ' Creatore's Band.

Feb. 17 We listen to Kociarrs violin.

Feb. 24 Miss Morrow takes measles.

Feb. 33 We hear Thomas Nelson Page lecture.

March 1 Fiddlers of Agnes Scott give a concert.

March 4 We have a holiday to go to hear G. Campbell Morgan preach.

March 7 "Ben Hur."

March 12 We see Mr. Richard Mansfield in 'Julius Caesar."

March 14 Dr. Gainer sings in chapel.

March 17 Mr. Eussel breaks his camera while taking our pictures.

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The Lunch Table

A Tragedy in One Scene

|1ME 12 o'clock.
Place A. S. I.

Synopsis (quoted from one of the actresses) "Gabble, gobble, git." ....

Scene Large dining-room filled with table ; a small one near fire-

place set for lunch.

Bell rings in hall above, almost immediately the door flies open and two
ladies enter hurriedly.

Miss McK. "Good gracious, Anna, we're the first ones here !"

Miss Y. '"That's good!"

(Enter Miss B. Passes others and rushes to table.)

Miss McK. "Now, Mary, that's not fair; we got here first."

Miss B. "You're too slow. You ought to walk faster for exercise."

(Enter Mr. H. Meekly approaches table; the three quiet down.)

Mr. H. "Good morning. You all seem in a hurry."

(Enter Miss M., Miss S., Miss L., closely followed by Dr. A., who by a
clever dodge around a chair reaches the table first. )

Dr. A. "I hope you all haven't eaten everything up: I'm hungry."

Mrs. A. (coming up behind) "Why, Howard !"

Miss S. "Is it hunger or desire for something to satisfy hunger?"

Miss McK. (aside) "Both, I suspect."

Miss L. "Well, I can't see any difference, myself. When I'm hungry I
certainly want something to' satisfy it."

Dr. A. (making for the bread) "I'll try this and see which it is."

Mr. S. (saunters in) "Why wdiat's the discussion about?" (Others. too
busily engaged to answer.)

Miss Ma. (enters with a paper in her hand) "Another 'old girl' getting
married !"

All "Who?"

(Miss Ma. reads the announcement, followed by a chorus of exclamations.)

Miss Mo.- "Who would have thought it?" W

Miss S. "I thought she would do it soon."

Dr. A. (svmpathetically ) "Poor man, if she hasn't improved since she left
here I'm sorry for him."

Miss H. (enters quietly) "Why, who is that?"

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Miss Mc. (makes a dart for the paper, overturns the coffee into the cake
plate. Horrified) ''What have I done?"

Dr. A. "Just ruined everything."

(Exclamations of despair from all.)

Miss P. "There's the bell, and I haven't had a thing!"

All "Neither have I."

(Exit immediately Miss S., Mr. H., Miss Y. Few minutes later others fol-
low reluctantly, Miss B. and Miss Mo. each with a piece of pie; Dr. A. with two.)

Curtain falls.

"Nevers"

EVER waste time looking for Siberia on the map of North America.
Never make public demonstrations of affection in study hall.
Never wear opera slippers to Atlanta on rainy days.
Never turn brown eyes upon a certain professor. They "haunt"
him.
Never be greedy at the White House. It doesn't pay.
Never forget that parties in the "gym." are exclusively for young ladies.
Never use the fire escapes as stairways.
Never ask for "Metropolitan" punch at Wiley's.
Never lock the Seniors in their rooms. They're too slv.

Never leave home until you've had the measles. "They" are quite the rage
it A. S. I.

"Never pluck the flowers from their stems."

Never use the roll plate for your own it might be needed.

"Spurs to Memory"

R. H. Young ladies may in many ways try to imitate the men, but
they have not yet become "brethren."

Dr. A. It is better to keep certain thoughts to yourself and not
to be too flattering on short acquaintance.

Grace H. The Governor will probably notice the newness and
value of your cloak, even if you leave the tag at home next time.

D. G. The sky zvas cloudy during chapel exercises, but day waited fully
twelve hours before it "died in the west" on January 29.

Mrs. A. Even a narrow ribbon would do much to soften the stiff appearance
of a linen collar.

M. D. H. Young men are not "put" anywhere at A. S. I.
Seniors To avoid disappointment it is better not to anticipate pleasure at a
banquet until you receive an invitation.

Dr. F. The Juniors do not like to be asked if their names can be changed.
Possibly it embarasses them.

Josiah Jones' Comments on Current
Literature

His First Attempt.

[ORNA DOONE.We can't understand why Mr. Klackmore changes
his name in this book, for certainly Richard Blackmore is a much
Jj| better name than Jan Ridd. The principal objection we find to
this book is the length. We think we could have related what he
has to say in much fewer words. Surely he and his wife are not of
so much importance that we need a book about them of eight hundred pages !

Romola. Mr. Eliot has a very good book. However, we rather doubt its
veracity. Certainly it describes some things very different from anything we
have seen. We have traveled all the way from Atlanta to Montgomery, but we
haven't seen any such place as Florence or any such people as Tito. Romola and
Nello. On second thought, though, we conclude that all those things mav be
up North, for we notice there are no negroes in Florence. If Mr. Eliot can clear
himself, we would be glad if he would call around at our office, and if we have
hurt his feelings we will gladly apologize.

Schiller's Wilhelm Tell, which has recently appeared, may contain manv
poetic beauties, but these are so obscured by the peculiar type used by the printer
that they cannot be discovered. We advise Mr. Schiller to go to a printer the
next time who does not use embroidered letters.

JEneid- Ginnus and Companius have recently tried to play a joke on us.
Why, they sent us a book called Vergil's JEneid, in which the letters were all
jumbled up. We would like to remind our friends that we have no time to
solve puzzles in this busy age.

Tennyson's Idyls of the King are worse than idle. In the first place he has
spelled the word wrong. We admit our ignorance of English customs, but
judging' from Tennyson, England must be composed of prize fighters like Corbett
and Fitzsimmons. We advise this poet when next he writes to refrain from
exposing the faults of his countrymen.

Poems of Robert Bums. Some of these little poems are verv good, being
clear and easv to understand. Others of them we think are childish, sometimes
even silly. The great majority, we are sorry to say, are ruined by very poor
English. Sometimes words are spelled wrong and often foolish words are put in
which have no meaning at all.

The Alhambra, The more we read the more thankful we are that we live

in old Georgia. We thought the age of supernatural things had passed, but we
have been reading in Irving's Alhambra of many strange occurrences in some
far-off State of Granada. We would be afraid to live there where so many-
unaccountable things are daily happening.

Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream. If this is meant for the truth,
Athens must be just about as strange a place as Granada. We rather believe,
though, that it is not meant for the truth. In that case we think it probable that
it is nothing but a dream as the title says, for surely no man would ever think of
anything so silly while he was awake.

In years gone by we went to school with a boy whose mother's step-father
was named Carlyle. That boy, however, was very brief of speech. We would
like very much to know if this long-winded Carlyle who has lately written a book
on Heroes and Hero Worship is any kin to the step-father of my old friend's
mother. If so, the family inclination has changed. Whoever this Carlyle is, he
needn't think he has made himself a hero to be worshiped.

General dullness is the only comment which we can make on the following:
Daws' Psychology, Sheldon's Ancient History, Spenser's Faerie Queene, John-
son's English Words, and Milton's Paradise Lost.

One of the best books which we have received is one called Themes, by A.
S. I. girls, edited by Dr. Farrar. This book should be in every family. It is
vivid and imaginative and has articles on a variety of subjects. For lovers of
animals there are pieces on such topics as, My Experiences with a Pony, and A
Duel in the Animal World; for those of artistic temperament, there are vivid
descriptions of sunset scenes ; for those interested in history there are some excel-
lent articles on The Jew of the Middle Ages and Cardinal Wolsey; and for the
religious, Naaman's Obligation to Israel and My Impressions of a Minister.

Last, but not least, we have received the White House Cook Book. Of all
the literature of the day, it is pre-eminently the first. It goes direct to man's sym-
pathies and inspires him with longings for good things. We heartily advise all
vounij ladies to read it.

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A. S. Alphabet

But the work that it has cost us none but
Junior can tell.

B stands for beaux.

Hush, dear, they're forbidden.

Let's spell it another way, so as not to be chidde:

C is for "co-operation,"
Dr. Gaines' desire surpreme,

That the "student body" should do this is h
ideal dream.

D stands for "dear,"
A word so expressive.

K is for the knell

Of George's sounding: bell.

Oh, how we move at the dins -donging of that bell !

L is for laboratory,

Where Dr. Arbuckle stays.

And probably will spend the rest of his days.

M stands for T'ncle Moses :

Through the shadows of the night

He keeps the goblins from us and sleeps not a

E is for everybody
Whom Fortune calls
To spend many days

F means the Faculty,
As you easily see :
Which assembly detem

G is for great.

Which if any of us here

Would ever attain we must imj

H is for holiday.

We have only a few,

But we appreciate those, I can

I is for ink,

As we readily know ;

For of both red and black there

vhat our fate shall be.

But. girls, he advised.

Though Xunnally's is

vertised.

for

has not ad-

anges,

Our dessert every Sunday.
Were there a lack of these,
through Monday.

for rsycbdlcigy.

Q is for question,

A word most appalling.

When to you it comes

R is for rush,

A typical state.

In which you find A. S.

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TV is for Will.

A conundrum I'll write.

He's black, black as ink, yet he gives

X stands for Xanthippe.

Who ne'er found her peace

When the faculty aped the fair ladie;

Y is for youth,
So people say.

Z stands for zoology.
Which the classes report
Is butterfly chasing and

SAD DEATH AND BURIAL OF A. S. I. RULES

Who stayed the rules?
"We," said the students.
"With our rash imorudenc
layed the rules."

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Who saw them, die?

"I," said Miss S ,

"With my watchful eye,

I saw them die."

Who caught the blood?
"1," Dr. F. replied.
"Red ink is thus supplied ;
I caught the blood."

Who'll make the shroud?

"That's for the sewing-bee.

We with our needles three.
We'll make the shroud."

Who'll dig the grave?

"I," said Dr. A.,

"Without any delay,
I'll dig the grave."

Who'll be the parson?

"I," said Dr. G.

"It's just the thing for me.
I'll be the parson."

Who'll be the clerk?

"I." said Mr. H.

"If that is my work.
I'll be the clerk."

Who'll carry them to the grave ''
"We." said the Seniors.
"They're not our misdemeanors.

We'll carry them to the grave."

Who'll bear the torch?

"I." said Miss McK.

"I'll fetch it right away.
I'll bear the torch."

Who'll be chief mourner?

"I." said Miss Nannette.

"With the deepest regret.
I'll be chief

Who'll sing a psalm?

"I." said Mr. S.

"At your earnest request,
I'll sing a psalm."

Who'll toll the bell?

"I," said King George.

"I can do it quite well."
So A. S. I. rules, farewell !

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There was a young woman who lived in a scl
She had so many maidens she didn't know )

to do :
She made them get books and put them in cla
And they studied so hard they had to wear gla

Ah ! Ah ! silly girls.

Have you conned your lessons V

Yes. ma'am, have we

Three hours full.

Two o'er my sentences.

One o'er my reading.

But none o'er the poor verbs

In the old grammar.

The tyrant of the Lab.

And oh .' the horror !

Sat at his desk in despair.

There were themes from Fresh, and themes

Sophs.
And themes from Juniors galore ;
But this same mighty tyrant.

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One misty, misty

morning.

When cloudy was the day.

I chanced to meet

a lady

Who drove all cares away.

So cheerful and

so bright.

With a smile :

she did me

greet,

That on every cloi

idy morning

I wish her like

to meet.

Another dear lady \

vas a merry

young

And a merry you

ng soul was

she.

She called for Aldin

e, Annie and Cliff.

There was a little man who had a little hand.

And it pulled right hard on the map string ;
And when he was hacked, he pulled very hai
indeed.

And when not hacked, he stopped pulling.

He was an Englishman, he was a musician.
He came to A. S. I. to get a good position ;
His fame soon became far beyond local,
And this on account of his wonderful vocal.

There was a teacher in our town.

And she was wondrous wise.
Her face was fair, her motions quick.

And piercing were her eyes.
And for her class's good or else her own

Her students had to write
Just about one little book

From early morn till night.

One teacher has a barking dog.

Whose coat is black and slick,
And everywhere the teacher goes

His dog will follow quick.
He followed him to school one day,

Which set all eyes to beaming.
For "Laddie" just outside the door

Xigh drowned his master's screaming.

I'll ride a new pony to Gallia-tria.

To see old Caesar upon a stone wall.

Swords in his hand, the tenth legion beside hit

Thus he storms cities wherever he goes.

He had a music class

Which bore the name of chorus.
Which he promised to exhibit

On Commencement Day before us.
He taught them and they bravely

Shrieked and wailed for three weeks long.
Ah ! but now if you say "Chorus."

See his face, how woe-begone .'

I'll tell you a story
Of Mflth-Amory,

And now my story's begun.
I'll tell you another
About Math., his brother.

And now my story is done.

He

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to school one d;
Which was against the rule.
It made the teachers run and peep
To see a man at school.

There once was a man who lived in
Of three coal black books he was ori

With a face full of bliss.

He would say to each miss.
"These hooks, ma'am, you must 1
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TOAST TO A. S. I.

Coine, ye maidens, come away ;
Raise your glasses high today :
Fling aside your work and play.
Here's to Agnes Scott !

Here's to the days that have gone
Here's to the girls who once were nigh
Bring it back, it ne'er must die,
Here's to Agnes Scott !

Here's to the days that now are he:
Here's to the girls who now are near.
Sing it out, that name so dear.
Here's to Agnes Scott !

Here's to the days that are to be.
Here's to the girls who will, like we,
Ring it out o'er land and sea.
Here's to Agnes Scott !

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