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"^ '' ' ' ; Jy.^^ .'*:. _:^fi-^^^ !i;.^^ - .!^' f Q '' 1 1 1 Ml C ONTENTS PAGE Frontispiece Dedication 4 Editorial Staff 8 Board of Trustees 9 Faculty 10 Senior Poem 15 Senior Class 16 Senior Class History 31 Senior Class Will 33 Junior Class 35 Junior Class Poem 37 Junior Class History 39 Sophomore Class 41 Sophomore Class History 4j Freshman Class 47 Freshman Class Poem ^" History of the Freshman Class '" Irregular Students Applicants for Certificates Calendar, 1910-11 ^^ At the German Table Alma Mater Song Student Government Association Officers Executive Committee of Student Government Association Student Government The Heather Child, Poem ^ 2 PACE Young Women's Christian Association Officers 67 Young Women's Christian Associalion 69 The Aurora 71 Aurora Staff 72 "The Doors' Closlng" 73 Societies 75 Mnemosynean Literary Society 76 Propylean Literary Society 84 The Sophisticating of Nan, S/orj; 89 What's the Use ? Song 97 Clubs 99 Sigma Delta Phi 100 Complicators 1 02 Bull Dogs 104 Alabama Club 106 Atlanta Club 108 The Sand Lapper Tar Heel Club 109 Bang-Yu 110 Chattanooga Club Ill South Georgia 112 Pilot Club 113 Week-End Club 114 Glee Club 115 Fire Brigade 116 A Fire Alarm 118 The Greater Agnes Scott 119 The Tacky Wedding 1 23 Athletics 1 25 Athletic Officers 1 26 Hockey Club 127 Tennis Club 128 Baseball Club 130 Senior Basket-Bail Team 131 Junior Basket-Ball Team 132 Sophomore Basket-Ball Team 1 33 Freshman Basket-Ball Team 134 Athletics 135 Grinds 137 To Battercakes 139 Exec 140 Love as it is in this Day of Crushes 141 Everybody Works but the Faculty 142 English C 143 Way Down at Agnes Scott 1 44 To 146 The Eni> 149 Directory 151 3 MARY L. CADY, A. B., M. A. (Brpn Mawr, RaJcUff. Vniversihj of Berlin) PROFESSOR OF HISTORY AND GREEK ANNA !. YOUNG PROFESSOR OF MATHEMATICS, PHYSICS, AND ASTRONOMY H, B. ARBUCKLE, M. A., Ph. D. {HampcJen-SiJnev, Johns Hopkins Universily) PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY, BIOLOGY, AND CEOLEGY J, D. M. ARMISTEAD, A. B., Ph. D. {Washington and Lee Universit})) PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH LILLIAN S. SMITH, A. B., Ph. D. (S\j,acuse University, Cornell University) PROFESSOR OF LATIN JOHN I. ARMSTRONG, M. A B. D. (Hamptlen-SiJney Collage. Union Theological Seminary. Virginia) PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY AND EIELE iipi m SENIOR POEM Willi apologies to Richard H There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain. But when college years depart There's a sadness in each heart. For they never come again. We are stronger, we are better. Under Senior's sterner reign. Still we feel that something sweet Now has gone with flying feet. And will never come again. But tho' earlier years have vanished. And we sigh for them in vain. We press onward and there's gladness Which is mingled with our sadness. For we'll live in them again. Motto: Faman cxlenJerc faclis SENIOR CLASS Flower: Jacqueminot Rose OFFICERS Colors: Garnet and Gold FIRST SEMESTER President LouiSE Wells Vice-President Adelaide Cunningham Secretary Eleanor Coleman Treasurer . Mary Wallace Kirk SF-COND SEMESTER President TheoDOSIA WiLLlNCHAM Vice-President Geraldine Hood Secretary ADELAIDE CUNNINGHAM Treasurer Mary Lizzie Radford .Mm m Po3t Mary Wallace Kirk MEMBERS LuciLE Alexander Eleanor Preston Coleman Adelaide Louise Cunningham Julia DuPre Geraldine Hood Mary Wallace Kirk Mary Gladys Lee Mary Louise Leech Erma Kitura Montgoiwery Mary Lizzie Radford Charlotte Elizabeth Reynolds Julia Claud Thompson Louise Wells > Theodosia Willingham HONORARY MEMBERS Miss Hopkins Miss Cady Dr. Armistead CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH REYNOLDS A. B., M. L. 3., X A # 'Come live with me and be my lore." in all of die. South none fairer is eef* Than stalely CharlotSe, hef sociial quetft. JULIA CLAUD THOiMPSON A. B., M. L. S.. 5! A 'f> m^m ^ ^^" !' lSi;;. !i!c.k and nsibls. Yo ^.:. :W uu! h''>- in ^ iiuiva Bus Thee, 1 wi'uiii, ''.'*' ;iaiv; i'^Ti-J H'- ,^ r^>< ^'\ i'>iU i\^ vs^Ff-Mi-^x :>^,,,v M. L. Radfod, A. B., olc! maid, Is pictured here as a spinster ataid; With panots who Latin and German apeak, And cats who nwow in Fviicii and Gr .'r>i L'UCILE ALEXANDER A. B., M. L. S. "Thtj ?icvf!' ave slose vhs.1: are ac WiA iicbifi ihoHghts," 'rjio* proodly possefsing her Ph. Stiil, a fsisiid of the sick, sweet a 1^A^S*'^V'.'''''--V''^:K> nil iiliil m .7 SENIOR CLASS WILL E, the undersigned members of the Class of 1911, having stood the test of years and yet being of sane mind, do hereby bequeath, in the following order, our respective gifts and personal attractions to the members of the Class of 1912, hoping that they may win in the year to come the same glory and renown which has crowned our brilliant career. Art. I. Mary Louise Leech hereby bequeaths to Susette Reusing Joerg her ability at stump speaking, her suffragette inclinations and her Greek Dictionary. Art. n. To the honorable Miss Jannette Newton is given by Miss Mary Gladys Lee her success in pawing the ivory, her prerogative to reprove the Dean, and her nervous but groundless fear of examinations. Art. in. Annie Julia Parazade DuPre wills to Sina White her mathematical turn of mind, her fluency in Spanish, and easily conquered affections. Art. IV. To Ruth Abigail Slack, Louise Jerusha Wells hands over her lovely alto voice, her "tennis" intimacy with the faculty, and her propensity for "snatching up moments." Art. V. Julia Claud Thompson bequeaths to Tony Antoinette Milner Blackburn her cheerful matrin-onial prospects, her association with the "nobihty" and her host of love-lorn crushes. Art. VI. Theodosia Willingham hands over to Annie Chapin McClane her middy blouses for "Jim," and further endows her with her acrobatic dexterity and her aspirations to become taller by means of the consumption of raw eggs. Art. VII. Eleanor Preston Coleman leaves to Cornelia Elizabeth Cooper her cowboy ways together with her executive ability and her cannibalistic tendency to eat the last of everybody. Art. VIII. To Nellie Fargason, Adelaide Louise Cunningham hereby bequeaths her silly giggle, her skill in English composition and her housewifely tendencies. Art. IX. Mary Wallace Kirk, otherwise known as President of the Agnes Scott Academy, gives to May Joe Lott her license to wave at the gentlemen of the faculty, and her sentimentality, expressed especially in Love Lyrics. Art. X. Erma Kitura Montgomery hands down to Marie Randolph Mclntyre her love of repose, her mania for Latin and her freedom from restrictions. Art. XL To Carol Laken Stearns, Mary Elizabeth Radford wills her abundant suit of hair and her decided aversion to man. Art. XIL Charlotte Elizabeth Reynolds bequeaths to Frances Gertrude Mayson her leisure moments, her high position in the social world and her "bone-head." Art. Xin. Geraldine Hood (a la Jerry) gives to Mary Jane Sadler Croswell her dramatic ability, her sylph-like form, and her poetic imagination. Art. XIV. Lucile Alexander wills to Martha Hall her insatiable thirst after French. dp 'urm mimi^ JUNIOR CLASS Colors: Blue and While Flower: While Rore OFFICERS FIRST SEMESTER President Annie McLane Vice-President Martha Hall Secretary and Treasurer Marie McIntyre SECOND SEMESTER President Martha Hall Vice-President Marie McIntyre Secrelary and Treasurer Ruth Slack Poet Ruth Slacr Hislorlan ANTOINETTE Blackburn Antoinette Blackburn Cornelia Cooper Mary Crosswell Martha Hall Susette Joerc MEMBERS May Joe Lott Fanny G. Mason Marie MacIntyre HONORARY MEMBERS Dr. Gaines Miss Colton Annie McLane Jeanette Newton Carol Stearns SiNA White Ruth Slack Mi te l^M W-' )s. JUNIOR CLASS POEM Age quod agis! Our motto for life; Chosen in fulness and power of our youth. Long ere our strength had been tried. Long ere the waves and the tide Mightily rolled o'er us, teaching the truth: Few conquer, few even survive in the strife. II We have excelled in each field we have found: Scholarship, tennis, and much besides looks. We are a class dexterously skilled, We are a class which has filled Page after page in our annuals and books ; Yet there arises a doubt in our minds. Have we been true to our motto so good? Gloomily backward we look o'er the years. Seeing mistakes we have made. Seeing our motto decayed. Searching our hearts through the mist of our tears Wondering if truly we've done what we could. IV Through the dark shadows of doubt there appears Brightly the hope of the year yet unspent: Hope in the strength of our wills, Hope in that faith which fulfils; Strong in the might of our single intent. Conquer we shall all the incoming years. # J JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY ^^0 O tell all the glories of our illustrious class (which tradition says is the duty of #1 the Historian) would take up more room in the Annual than its inexorable ^^^^ staff will allow, or would force us to adopt a serial plan and have our history "continued in our next." But to give you, O gentle Reader, a cursory view of our glories, past and present, I will say that they, like Gaul, are divided into three parts. We excel, nay we surpass all, in our studies, in art, and in athletics. Who won the laurel wreath when we were little green Freshmen? Echo answers, "The green little Freshman, Cornelia." To whom did Cornelia yield her palm when we were noisy Sophomores? Echo answers, "To the noisy Sophomore, Annie Chopin." We have the 39 high average habit now and it would be quite a surprise to see some alien walk off with a scholarship for piano, voice, or art. But I am forgetting the grand third division athletics. We have not yet yielded our place as basket-ball champions and we star in all other lines as well. Why, I have stretched this out into a regular Sophomore brag, half forgetting that we are Juniors and must put away childish things. It is hard to realize that three years ago Agnes Scott did not know of our existence, and now her heart is nearly bursting with the pride of ownership of such jolly and withal such brilliant Juniors. But the jolly Juniors will soon be no more and the grandest Seniors of all (present company always excepted for the sake of any feelings that might be hurt) will take their places, and you will see our superlative class the greenest of green Freshman, the noisest of noisy Sophomores, the joUiest of jolly Juniors developing under our caps and gowns into the most dignified of dignified Seniors. Lessons over and out to the gym With vigor big and "fresh" young There with grace to far surpass The gracefulesl leader of ev'ry ch A show at the Grand and at Lab a feast. Kept "Freshies" and Juniors till dawn in the east. This year being over, so happy were we Our Mammas and Pappas to greet with glee. 1^1 II. A Period of Proud Condescension (As also told by advertisements) As Sophs in September quite proud and prim. We came back to College with dignified vim; With benevolent purpose and haughty mien. To the Freshies quite lordly we surely did 11- a seem. Early one morning from A. S. C. tank An effigy hung of green-freshman rank; Just before breakfast with many a tear We burned and buried the Freshmen dear! '^:t'miF- " M r Colors : FRESHMAN CLASS Motto: "Why should I study and make myself mad?" Maroon and Gray Flower: Red Carnalion OFFICERS FIRST TERM SECOND TERM Helen Brown President Louise McNulty Charlotte Jackson Vice-President Marguerite Wells Margaret Read Secretary-Treasurer Mary Champe MEMBERS Margaret Anderson Lottie May Blair Ruth Blue Lucy Bryant Mary Anna Brooks Mary Bradsmaw Mary Brown Helen Brown Mary Champe Theodosia Cobbs Jessie Davis Julia Edmonds Erma Harwell Joyce Henderson Ruth Hicks Mildred Holmes Charlotte Jackson Frances Kell Mary Kelly Linda Miller LlDA MlNTER ZoLLiE McArthur Louise McArthur Ethel McConnell Louise McNulty Emma Pope Moss Florence Munnerlyn Kate O'Kelly Mary Fittard Margaret Read Essie Roberts Martha Rogers Mary Louise Spurlock Edna Taylor Anna Turner Marguerite Wells Madge White Bertha Wood HONORARY MEMBERS Miss Trebein Miss Young M|_^ C^C" '^rm FRESHMAN CLASS POEM Freshmen ! poor, afflicted, Cause of ceaseless mirth. What are our stupid errors And endless blunders worth? Did ever simple mortal With eighty-seven of us. More agony live through We could have run the schoo Than we with moistened eyelash Yet meekly we surrendered That first dread week or two? A most convenient tool. And now that we are wiser. One thing we know is this: We may have been quite stupid. But ignorance was bliss. For since we've gotten fresher What makes the burden harder. Temptation has crept in; What lays the deepest snare While others are permitted. Is the harrowing traditions Whate'er we do is sin. The Sophomores to us bear. Though, just like love or measles, 'Tis a stage we must live through. Would that we could escape it. Or a remedy we knew ! Yet, Freshmen, come to reason. We form the school's foundation Lend me your worthy ears! On us its fame relies; Why all this lamentation. Be not proverbial Freshmen, Why cherish we such fears? But let your deeds surprise. Each Senior was a Freshman Before she honored grew, And some day, little Freshman, You'll be a Senior, too. 49 crj HISTORY OF THE FRESHMAN CLASS 3 first T is a pity to begin a story with tears, but this is a true story, you know, and must begin with the very first day at college, when you and I were "new girls." It might have started at the real beginning, when the Freshmen eft home; but that would be the story of more tears and very bitter ones and the mere reminder of that time might prove to-day that the Freshmen did not shed all of their tears, but that there is still an abundant supply left. However, the "old girls" took them in charge and planned such delightful surprises for every hour, that the newness soon wore off. And won't you confess now, that you were ready to wipe away homesick tears the very first time one of them took you to "Jaxons?" After that, things progressed in a more business- like manner. The first event of great importance was a class meeting. Don't you remember the notice read at supper? "All regular Freshmen are requested to meet in Miss McKinney's recitation room immediately after prayers. " How proud you felt, even though an amused snicker from the older ones did sound over the dining-room. This first meeting was probably not a model of parlia- mentary order, but when the primary object of this meeting is re- membered, there is no wonder that it was not formal. It was called to plan a defensive for the oncoming and seemingly inevitable Freshman-Sophomore fight. Is it to the discredit, then, of the Class of 1914, that the business transacted at its first meeting was of this frivolous nature? No, oh no! They, like the wise virgins that they are, thought it important to be prepared for whatever might happen. It did happen, and with a vengeance at first and Freshmen and Sophomores alike will not soon forget the onslaughts of that night. Who said torn up rooms and pennants 50 "hi.3-. iin down? Who said funeral pyre and funeral procession? Echo answers, "who?" But they haven't forgotten. A treaty of peace was made, so the fight is now a thing of the remote past. However, someone has hinted that the classes will still bear watching. There have been other meetings, very important ones, for deciding on colors, flowers, pictures and the class motto. This motto: "Why should I study and make myself mad?" is surely not entirely typical of the class, but its sentiment does show a certain happy philosophy, characteristic of its girls. I can't end this story now by saying they "all lived happily ever after," because it is a record and, like other history, is in the makmg; in fact it is just begun. But they are going to live happily and only the future can tell what success and joy and glory will be theirs. September 1 4 College opens. 2 1 Rushing begins ! 28 M. L. S., 7; P. L. S., CALENDAR, 1910-11 7 the die is cast ! Mr. McLean goes shopping with Miss Porter. Miss Gober takes unto herself a wife in the gymnasium, Annie McLane buys middy for "gym" ! Plastering falls. Agnes Scott eats in the Lobby. P. S. G. slides down the banisters. White House becomes the "Presidents Mansion." Mr. Johnson made coach of baseball. November 4 Ceilings braced. French C had lesson that could be learned in three hours. First cold day Dr. Armistead dons gloves to keep off the "chaps, Novel class begins Pickwick. Kid party in gymnasium Faculty off dignity. Life-savers needed at A. S. C. three Seniors f Dr. Armistead is chaperoned to the circus. Pickwick finished. December 2 Tea Room opens. P. L. S. presents "Cricket on the Hearth." Miss Cady refuses to give photograph for annual Agnes Scott College Glee Club concert. 57 1 2 Mr. Johnson chaperones to ball game. 5 Miss Trebein's Christmas tree to the German Club- German songs. 9 Wild rush for home. serenade wi -Battercakes every January 1 3 Examinations ! 15 Miss Sturgis arrives Battercakes! Spooks appear at A. S. C. Inman Hall inhabited. Jesse Rambo partial to gentlemen members of faculty- morning! Vice-President of student government reproves the Dean. February 2 Miss Porter and Mr. Johnson sing of Dr. Arbuckle forgets geology class. Agnes Scott Academy Glee Club concert. "Kid Valentine Party" at the Atlanta Y. W. C. A. gymnasium. Lost on the way to Atlanta Charlotte and Fendley. Adelaide proves that the "longest way round is the shortest way home The Recital that was to be and was not. love divine" at Y. W. C. A. Dr. Armistead's usual Sunday inspection of new buildings. The Annual goes off to-morrow to-morrow to-morrow? Alabama Glee Club gives concert at Agnes Scott Did it pay? "Chunkie" acquires habit of referring to "my little home in West Virginia. 8 P. M. Miss Cady, the second, sews patiently in the sitting room. 1! :30 P. M. Miss Cady still serving. A rainy Monday House-cleaning in R. S. H. Miss Edith leaves no notes in R. S. H. Every one present at Y. W. Choir Rehearsal. 38 rap \mm\M3M All is quiet A few visits paid to the woods known as "Fool's Paradise.' Adelaide and Louise use their Senior lamp. Mnemosynean Literary Society presents "As You Like It." Grand Opera begins in Atlanta. Senior Exams ! This pleasure shared by all. Senior Week with its train of parties and good times. Baccalaureate Sermon. Commencement Day. Graduation Diplomas, flowers, tears, trunks. A. S. C. is desolate and lonesome. iii wm AT THE GERMAN TABLE ^1^ ALK about being a foreigner in a foreign land ! It cannot be one-half so bad /I as to be a foreigner in your own land. To be in the midst of plenty and ^^^^ yet want that is an exact expression of what it means to sit at the German table. All around at other tables sit gay, unconcerned people talking English with never a thought for that desert spot where "nur Deutsch, bitte," is the rule. The dining-room seems a paradise and this place so far removed that tears involuntarily start to the eyes of the lonely one, who, far from her own table and friends, is as a stranger in a strange land. Now and then the lonely one essays a few words, only to be met with the informa- tion that she has gotten her participle wrong, or that her adjectives have no case endings. Savagely she shuts her mouth, and inwardly vows (in English) that so long as she lives she will never utter another word of German. Once upon a time she liked this language, now yet perhaps it is best not to speak of it. The lonely one silently applies herself to a bad dinner, and feels within her heart of hearts that Fate is against her. Behold! Not even the consolation of silence is afforded her. From the head of the table comes the call, "Fraulein! Fraulein!" spoken in a commanding voice, and Fraulein obediently turns her attention to the head of the table. "Sprechen sie auf Deutsch, Fraulein. Sprechen sie viel, viel!" "Yes'm," Fraulein mutters. "Ach, aber Deutsch!" comes to her ears. "Yes'm," she answers and relapses into silence. On the other side of Fraulein the girl who has had so many years of German and who speaks it with such lightning-hke rapidity, turns to her and begins an animated dis- course on something. Fraulein can't make out just what she is saying. She ends it by asking a question, the substance of which the lonely one has not the slightest comprehen- sion. What should she answer? Mentally designating her fork as "nein" and her spoon as "ja" she counts, "My mamma told me to take this one." The spoon gets it. "Ja," she answers to the girl, praying that she has not said anything very terrible. 60 % '^& mm v^-'-.Vv nr "Horen sie wie gut dieses Fraulein versteht!" the girl says to the head of the table, and together they beam on the lonely one. A glow comes around her heart, and she feels pleased with the world again. Secretly, she pats the spoon that was "ja." After all, she concluded, German isn't so bad as long as you have a spoon and fork to count on. S. B. GOBER, '11. m m^ T fg^Sjammmr-/A i"5i t^!>^M^;^ There was a long speech at the other end of the Hne during which time Marjory speculatively surveyed her "httle sister." She was lying back in the Morris chair, slim, hthe, with an almost boyish figure, staring in front of her from under straight, dark brows. "Why she isn't at home right now, Mrs. March, but I know she will be de- lighted to go." Nan sat up with a jerk. "Look here, Marjory, am I the subject of all that?" "Hush, Nan, I can't hear. Yes, indeed, I'll just accept it for her. Who did you say you had put her with?" "Oh, yes. I know she will be delighted. Good-bye." Nan was leaning on the desk, indignation in every feature. "Call Mrs. March up right this minute, Marjory, and tell her I am not going." "Now, Nan, be reasonable," Marjory laughed nervously. "You see, Mrs. March is in a hole about this; there is an extra man coming that she had not counted on, and she must have another girl." "Well, I am not here to pull her out of holes. What is Mrs. March to me?" "How selfish of you!" "I didn't think you would tell a story about it, either; I'm not going to that party, Marjory." "Nan, it was a case of necessity. I am very anxious for you to go, and I knew you wouldn't want to if you talked to her yourself. She said Mr. Havisham was going to take you in to dinner. It is too cruel for you to speak that way about Mrs. March, when she is a special friend of mine, and she said so many lovely things about you to me over the 'phone. She said you were so pretty and attractive that you would be an ornament to the occasion but you don't deserve for me to tell you any more. "Well, it was very nice for her to say that but I'm not going." Marjory resumed her letter-writing at the desk, but she kept one eye on her sister. Nan stared gloomily out of the window for several minutes, then she tried to read a magazine which was lying on the table. At last she threw it down and bit viciously into a chocolate. mn "Marjory, I think you are the meanest thing I ever saw to get me into this. Who did you say was going to take me in?" "Mr. Havisham Cyril Havisham." "I've never even met him. Does he ever come here?" "Yes. You have never met more than about six of my friends, you know. When- ever any one is here, you and Don always retire to the upper part of the house. He is as nice as he can be. Nan; has the reputation of being a lady-killer. He is so different from the boys you have been used to going with, that I know you will like him, if only for the change." "But what will I talk to him about? I will be frightened to death. Does he play golf?" "No, he never touches golf or tennis, and he doesn't skate or do any of those things. He says he would have to be over his ears in love with a girl before he could get up enough energy to play with her. But we could plan what to talk about beforehand." "All right, then, you pretend like you're the lady-killing Cyril, and I'll be Miss Nan Holmes. " "Well, let's see, what will he be likely to say? Oh, yes, he'll say, 'How do you like being out of school. Miss Holmes?' " "I don't like it at all. It is so much more fun to be there with all of the girls " "How perfectly horrid! For the reputation of the family. Nan, say something better than that." "Oh, it is perfectly charming to be at home. I never felt like I really knew mother and dear Marjory before this year." "That's splendid. 'I believe your sister told me that you would make you this winter?' "No, I'm not going " "Can't you be a little more mild? " "Certainly, I can be anything. 'I really don't know, I haven't decided yet. say that, I'll have to cross my fingers." "It's a perfectly inane remark anyway, I hope you won't say it." 9i "What if he doesn't say any of these things? Wouldn't it be perfectly horrible if he shouldn't?" "He will, though; at least, he will be likely to. I don't know what elese he might start. Oh, of course he will speak of the weather; how could I have for- gotten that?" "Yes, I think I could intelligently discuss the weather in all its different phases without a rehearsal. But, Marjory, if there is an awful break in this unusually interest- ing stream of talk what under the sun am I to say? So far I have only answered his questions, you know." "Why, " Marjory looked about vaguely, as if seeking inspiration, until her glance rested on the bookcase. "Why er talk about books." Nan stood up. "Thank you," she said, "you have certainly helped me. I shall ask him, like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky, if he has read George Eliot's latest." She looked out of the window, her back toward Marjory. She was laughing. "Marjory, I haven't said I would go to your old party yet, but I will, on one condition. That is if you will let me wear that string of pearls mother gave you the other day." Marjory gasped. "O Nan! I have never worn them myself yet." "I know it. But I adore those pearls." "Well, take them then," she sighed. Nan smiled like a cherub, and nibbled a chocolate. II Nan stood by the wmdow with Marjory for a moment before dinner. "I'll be even with you yet for getting me into this. I can't for the hfe of me remember one syllable of the conversation we rehearsed, and I memorized it word for word too. I hope the great Cyril isn't a very vicious-looking creature ; if he will only start me off right, maybe I can go on like a graphophone and remember." "O Nan, dear, you look too lovely in that dress, it suits you exactly. I thought at first that you needed more of an evening dress, but this is informal and you're so young. 92 T ^^^4! M Don't be afraid; if you forget what we decided would be the proper things to say just talk about anything in that line, you know. I don't suppose you will say anything very dreadful. Here is Mr. Havisham, now, coming across the room with Mrs. March. He stood before them, tall, with fair hair and blue eyes wide-open blue eyes and was presented. When he had spoken the usual commonplaces to Nan, he turned to Marjory with a smile "And how are you to-night? I want to talk to you after dinner, if those other people will not monopolize you too much. I never can get a word with you." At that moment dinner was announced. He led Nan in, and sat beside her, his head towering above hers. Nan looked doubtfully at his clearly defined profile out of the corner of her eye. He was so much taller, so much broader, so much larger in every way than she had expected, that he made her feel small. She had never felt small before, and she did not like the sensation it took away her self-confidence, even the little that had remained She tasted her oysters. How she would have enjoyed them last winter, during her boarding-school days! It was so different now. Something must be said. The fatal moment had come, she was alone with this man, this strange man who would not speak alone in a crowd. If she had really been alone with him she thought she might have found something to say, but she had a queer feeling that e\ery one was watching her. She knew that Marjory and Mrs. March were. At last he turned toward her, and smiled. He had a nice smile, but Nan hated him for it "He thinks I'm nothing but an infant without an idea in my head," she said to herself "It is true, too, I haven't an idea. " "How do you like being out of school. Miss Holmes? Have you had a nice time this winter?" Nan heaved a sigh of relief. At last, and it was exactly the right thing ! She met Marjory's eyes and smiled contentedly. "Yes, I have had a lovely time here at home, doing as I please, and Marjory and mother have been so good to me. But I do miss every one at school." 93 rap m I IM^ "You graduated last year?" "Yes. Oh, I would go back if I could. " "I thought your sister told me you would make your debut this winter." "No." Nan felt that it was wiser to be silent about that, even at the risk of stop- ping the conversation, since Marjory had expressed herself so strongly on that point. The conversation lagged. "Isn't this weather splendid?" "Yes." Nan stifled a hysterical giggle. It had rained the day before. There was a pause ; it lengthened into a silence. The soup plates were taken away and the fish was brought in. Then came the horrible break in the conversation which Nan had feared. She glanced around wildly. Marjory was talking gayly to two men. Well, she was not like Marjory; she would not have wanted to talk to the man on her left even if she could. She looked at him; he was bald and wore glasses, and talked spasmodically to the lady beside him. She glanced at Mr. Havisham. He looked politely bored. Nan made a desperate plunge. "Have you er " she remembered what she had said about George Eliot's book, and smiled at him. He liked the smile; there was something so frank, almost childlike, about it. "Have you golfed much, or skated, lately?" She was on her own ground now, anyway. "No, I have never taken much interest in those things, though I think they are fine for one. I suppose it is because I am too lazy. Horrible fault, isn't it? Your sister tells me that you devote most of your time to out-door sport. "Yes, I like it so much better than anything else I could do. He leaned toward her. "Miss Holmes, why don't you go out with your sister more? We are not such a stupid lot as you think. You could stop it afterwards, if you wanted to, but I think you might give us a trial; you are hardly fair, you know." Nan looked at him with terrified eyes. "Oh, you mustn't say that." "What?" m He would think she was an idiot. She laughed. "We didn't know you were going to say that." "What do you mean? Who?" "Well, you see I ought not to tell you, it is too absurd I didn't want to come at all to-night, but Marjory had accepted the invitation for me. And I had no idea what you were like, or what to say to you, so Marjory and I made up what I should talk to you about, and we never thought of your saying that. You had done beautifully up to that last question," she smiled at him again. Cyril Havisham looked first utterly astonished, then he laughed. He laughed so long and so loud that some one across the table wanted to hear the joke. At last he turned again to Nan. "But you can answer that without your sister, can't you?" "Certainly I can. But they would think it horrid for me to say it." "I won't think it is horrid." "Well, then, it is simply because I don't want to. I think it is dreadfully stupid to do nothing but play bridge, and go to dinners and dances, and make calls. I had rather be perfectly free to go only with the people I really like, even if some of them are 'infants,' as Marjory calls them. If I led the life Marjory leads I would not have time for the things I like now." Marjory looked across at Nan several times; they were talking all the time. Cyril Havisham looked anything but bored; indeed, he looked vastly more entertained than she had ever seen him look before. As the women rose to leave the fable, Havisham detained Nan. "And you will really let me go skating with you in the morning?" "Of course." "What time shall I come over?" Nan considered a moment. "I may as well 'do it up brown,' " she thought, "and it will be such fun to te Marjory." Then aloud, "At half-past six o'clock. I always skate before breakfast." He watched her as she left the room. "I'll be there Circe." E. ToWERS. WHAT'S THE USE? Very wise and learned folks this maxim I've heard speak "School days are the happiest" their Brains must have a leak Trying strenous college life for Quite a lonesome while. Makes you really wonder if there's Ayiything worth while. Working fifteen hours a day, and Living on hard tack. Hearing dry statistics all about The Nation's lack. Makes the crying need of all the Ages seem to be Ought to be some mighty changes Out at A. S. C. What's the use of grinding knowledge No-one ever sees? If we ever graduate, we do it by "Degrees. " What's the use of gomg to breakfast When you're always late? What's the use of boys hanging round The campus gate? What's the use of doing all these mighty Stunts in crams If you use a pony, he will throw You on exams. Biggest freaks are always those Who think they know a lot So what's the use of wasting time Out here at Agnes Scott? Chorus For What's the Use in learning forty-'leven lessons If to-morrow brings still more? Oh what's the use in people's using Concentration when study's such a bore? Oh what's the use in always turning In at 'leven, if alarm clock rings at four? With higher education And ten hour recitation As a pleasant recreation. What's the use? 97 n I What's the use of going to Wiley's When you've got no dough? Or being asked to parties, where They know you have no beau? What's the use of going to town? Restrictions follow fast! What's the use of being good? Exec. Gets you at last! What's the use of breathing, when this Life is such a strain? What's the use of always singing With the same refrain? What's the use of coming here and Trying to make hits? When we wake to-morrow, for our Breakfast ther'll be grits? Chorus Olivia R. Bogacki, Alabama Lucy L. Bryant, Georgia LiDA R. Caldwell. Arkansas Mary S. Croswell, South Carolina RoBiNA Gallagher, Alabama Ruth McElmurray, Georgia Charlotte E. Reynolds, Georgia Carol L. Stearns, Georgia Helen L. Speer, Virginia Julia C. Thompson, Georgia Wynelle Varnedoe, Georgia ThEODOSIA WiLLlNGHAM, '11 Mar]e MacIntyre, '12 susette joerg, '12 Nellie Fargason, '12 SiNA "White, '12 Ruth Slack, '12 BULL DOG CLUB MEMBEF