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Card of Thanks

In Memoriam

Dedication

Day Dreams

Editorial Staff

Exec.

Board of Trustees

Y. W. C. A.

Faculty

The Milledgeville Conven

tion

Senior Class

Publications

Senior Class History

Societies

Senior Class Will

The Snow Angel

Junior Class

Clubs

Junior Class Roll

Dramatics

Junior Class History

Fire Brigade

Sophomore Class

Calendar, 191 1-12

Sophomore Class History

Jokes

Freshman Class, 191! -12

Azella

Freshman Class History

Directory

Irregular Students

Ads

The Editors' sincerest thanks are due to Miss Susie Davison, Miss Ruth Shippen,
Miss Anne Waddell, Mr. Paul Clark, Mr. Phil Shutze and Miss Fendlev Glass.

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Editorial Staff

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
Ruth Slack

ASSISTANT EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
Eleanor Pinkston

BUSINESS MANAGERS
Carol Stearns Fannie G. Mayson

ART EDITOR
Margaret Brown

ASSOCIATE EDITORS

Cornelia Cooper Annie Webe

Mary Crcsswell Marie MacIntyre

Anna Colquitt

Board of Trustees

S. M. Inman, Chairman .... Atlanta, Ga.

F. H. Gaines, D.D Decatur, Ga.

C. M. Candler Decatur, Ga.

J. K. Orr Atlanta, Ga.

J. G. Patton, D.D Decatur, Ga.

George B. Scott Decatur, Ga.

W. S. KeNDRICK, M.D Atlanta, Ga.

John J. Eagan Atlanta, Ga.

L. C. Mandeville Carrollton, Ga.

W. L. Lingle, D.D Atlanta, Ga.

G. K. Matheson, LL.D Atlanta Ga.

Dunbar H. Ogden, D.D Atlanta, Ga.

W. W. White Atlanta, Ga.

Faculty

F. H. GAINES, D. D.
President

NANNETTE HOPKINS
Dean

M. LOUISE McKINNEY
Professor of English

MARY L. CADY, B. A., M. A.

(Bryn Mawr, Radcliffe, University of Berlin)

Professor of History
ANNA I. YOUNG, B. A.

(Acnes Scolt College)

Professor of Mathematics
H. B. ARBUCKLE, M. A., Ph. D.

(Hampden-Sidney, Johns Hopkins University)

Professor of Chemistry, Biology and Geology
J. D. M. ARMISTEAD, B. A., Ph. D.

(Washington and Lee University)

Professor of English
LILLIAN S. SMITH, B. A., Ph. D.

(Syracuse University, Cornell University)

Professor of Latin
JOHN I. ARMSTRONG, M. A., B. D.

(1 lampden-Sidney College. Union Theological Seminary, Virginia)

Professor of Philosophy and Bible

BERTHA E. TREBEIN, B. A., M. A.

(Wellesley College, Student at University of Berlin)

Professor of German
MARY F. SWEET, M. D.

(Syracuse University, New England Hospital, Boston)

Resident Physician and Professor of Physiology and Hygiene

HELEL Legate, b. a.

(Wellesley Colleje, University of Pans)

Professor of French and Spanish
E. A. MEINHARDT, B.A., M.A.

(RadclifFe College)

Professor of French and German
CHARLES P. OLIVIER, B. A., M. A.

(University of Virginia)

Professor of Physics and Astronomy
GERTRUDE SEVIN, Ph. B.

(Syracuse University)

Professor of Biology and Geology
ANNA RICHARDSON, B. A.

(Peabody College, Columbia University)

Professor of Home Economics
MARY E. MARKLEY. B. A., M. A.

(Ursinus College, Columbia University)

Adjunct Professor of Latin and English

PEARL McCRORY

Assistant in Biology

MARY B. GUDE, Ph. B., Ph. M.

(Umversity of Chicago)

Adjunct Professor of History, Sociology and Political Economy

LESLIE SAWTELLE, B. A.

(Smith College, Wellesley College)

Physical Director

MRS. PARRY
Director of Aesthetic Gymnastics

JOSEPH Maclean

Director Piano, Musical History, and Harmony

C. W. DIECKMANN
Piano

CARRIE PORTER
Piano and Voice

CLEMENTINE McGREGOR
Piano and Theory

EDA BARTHOLOMEW
Organ

LEWIS JOHNSON
Voice

ANNA HUNT
Violin

LOUISE G. LEWIS
Art and Art History

MRS. NORTH

Expression

MARION BUCHER
Librarian

ROBERTA McCORD

Superintendent of Practice

Motto: "Age qu

Flower: "While Ro

Colors: "Blue and IVhite.'

OFFICERS

FIRST TERM SECOND TERM

Mary Crosswell .... President May Joe Lott

Marie MacIntyre .... Vice-President Carol Stearns

Martha Hall Secretary and Treasurer . . Fannie G. Mayscn

Poet .Antoinette Blackbl'rn

Historian CoRNELlA CooPER

Prophet Marie MacIntyre

MEMBERS

Antoinette Blackburn Carol Stearns

Cornelia Cooper Ruth Slack

Mary Crosswell Janette Newton

Nellie Fargason Annie C. McLane

May Jce Lott Marie MacIntyre

Fannie G. Mayson Martha Hall

HONORARY MEMBERS
Miss Anna Richardson Dr. F. H. Gaines

Alma Mater Song

When far from the reach of thy sheltering arms,

The band of thy daughters shall roam,
Still their hearts shall enshrine thee, thou crown of the South

With the memory of youth that has flown,
Dear guide of our youth.
Whose spirit is truth.

The love of our girlhood is thine.
Alma Mater, whose name we revere and adore,

May thy strength and thy power ne'er decline.

Agnes Scott, when thy Campus and halls rise to our mind.

With the bright college scenes from our past.
Our regret is that those years can ne'er return more.

And we sigh that such joys could not last.
Wherever they are.
Thy daughters afar

Shall bow at the sound of thy name.
And with reverence give thanks for the standard that's thine.

And the noble ideal that's thy aim.

And when others besides us thy portals shall throng,

Think of us who have gone on before.
And the lesson that's graven deep into our hearts

Thou shalt 'grave on ten thousand more.
Fair symbol of night
The purple and white.

Which is purity without a stain.
Knowledge shall be thy shield and thy fair coat of arms,

A record without blot or shame.

ANTOINETTE MILNER BLACKBURN
M. L. S.

Allanla, Ga.

Tony is a lillle dear

And there's not a person here

Who would dare deny it.
Of stature small and feature fair.
With bright blue eyes and golden hair

A charming little soul!
"Aurora" work is all her bent
And many hours at this she's spent.

With much success.
In German too, she's quite a star,
And her fame is spread both near and fa

In der Gesellschaft.

CORNELIA ELIZABETH COOPER

M. L. S.
Atlanta. Ga.

Here is a girl of wisdom and knowledge.

Scarce one knows more in the whole of our college.

In all her classes with ease she doth star

Where questions for others hard stumbling blocks are

"Cornelia" with us, is for learnmg synonymous,

One whom the professors can never non plus.

And yet for all, this brain austere

Shelters a heart both tender and dear.

MARY CROSSWELL
2 A 4. P. L. S.

Greenville, S. C.

And now our Mary Jane we see.
Of tall and "sylpJi-l'ke" form is she;
To her this was bequeathed last year
And this her legacy she held quite de
Of course she haies to pass it on,
But Allie cries it must be done.
We mention, too, her auburn hair
Which is her crowning glory.
And with this parting tribute fair
We'll end the charming story.

NELLIE FARGASON

B. D. M. L. S.
Dawson. Ga.

There is a tall senior called Nell

Whose height is five feet and an ell.

To breakfast she comes in a swish and whirl,

Bui never forgets her hair for to curl.

For Home Economics she has quite a bent.

And many long hours in lab has she spent;

The object of this is quite easy to see

For she hopes some day a house wife to be.

MARTHA HALL
B. B. M. L, S.

Adel. Ga.

Mariha is our dainly lass.
Fairest and sweelest in all ihe class:
All her reports v/ilh A's aie filled,
For in her books she is much skilled.
And yet she has her troubles, loo.
Which worry and fret and make her blu
Until at night when she goes to rest.
Her last words are, "I'm so distressed."

MAY JOE LOTT
M. L. S.

Brunswick. Ga.

Four years ago lo Agnes Scott

From Brunswick came Miss May Joe Lott,

And In this quiet and stalely lass.

(Who would have dreamed what came to pass).

In two years more, lo! what we see

A clown, a fool, a jester, she!

FANNIE GERTRUDE MAYSON
M. L. S.

Allanla, Ga.

A wonderful orator here we see.
And 'lis none olher than Fannie G.
In College day she won her fame,
And made for herself a name.
As skilled in plays and in debale.
Truly, indeed, a woman of stale.
And here let us never forget
Business manager of the Silhouette!

MARIE RANDOLPH MacINTYRE
B. D. M. L. S.

Atlanla, Ga.

Here's to our fair Marie,
Our maid of gay societee!
Full many a year in Irulh shes spent,
In the pursuit of knowledge intent;
Yet plenty of lime she's easily found
Blithely lo go the world around.
And when at last she gels that dip,
Away from here she'll quickly skip.
And there in gay societee
"We'll find again our fair Marie.

ANNIE CHAPIN McLANE
M. L. S.

Pensacola, Fla.

Many are the laurels won by you

In Freshman, Sophomore and Junior, too.

Scholarships 1 11 pass without comment

For there s the presidency of student governi

But yet a wreath of another kind.

Is walling now your brow to bind.

Its leaves are those of the tree of fate

That grows in your fair and sunny stale,

Where at some fast-approaching hour,

You'll wear this branch, the orange flowe-

JANETTE NEWTON
P. L. S.

Gabbeltville, Ga.

Janelle is skilled in many an art,
In every ihmg she has a part;
In P. L. S. she holds full sway.
And at Exec she has her way ;
As speaker she is quite the thing.
At all the feasts she's asked to sing.
'Tis said she worships at a fane
And the idol there is H. B. Crane;
But all of her ambitions meet
In imitating Doctor Sweet.
Her college course began at Proctor,
And now we hear she'll end as Doctor.

RUTH SLACK
B. D. P. L. S.

LaGranoe, Ga.

There is a young lady named Slack,
Whose deeds of perfection do smack,
Oh, she can make cake, and she can spot slars.
And she can describe ihe palXway of Mars.
A long time ago these same stars foretold.
That at Agnes Scott, a young lady bold.
Would worry and edit and never forget
The trouble she had with our "SILHOUETTE."

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A part she "lakes" in
She "lakes" the A's,
She "lakes," she "lake
She "lakes" our colds.
Then at the Infirm ry
Our money for Annu;
This business manacer

CAROL STEARNS

M. L. S., i: A *

Allanla, Ga.

all our plays,
she "takes" the B's,
s" all that she sees,
she "takes" our ills,
she "lakes" their pills,
.Is she "takes," you bet,
of the Silhouette.

Senior Class History

"There is a relation betweer} our life and the centuries
of time." Emerson

HE events of our ancient history we will not attempt to describe. Suffice it
to say that the pleasures of early days ended with the Fall of the Home
Empire and the Invasion of the College by the Freshmen. Then began the
Dark Ages. These were indeed gloomy. It was a critical period in the
history of our civilization when the mind in study and the body in gym.
were tortured and strained and trained. From the Fresh-Soph fight we emerged trium-
phant, however, with our name painted high upon the tank. Then life was pleasanter.
Father Cady and Mother Ross were good to us, and we were won over to Sweet ways.
The last half of the year we had a terrific struggle in an encounter with a Young enemy,
who assaulted us fearfully with sines, cosines, and tangents. We came out scarred, but
victorious to enter upon the second half of the Middle Ages, the Sophomore Year.

By this time we were quite civilized, as was soon evidenced by the preaching of Peter
the Hermit (abas Ruth), who stirred up the Great Crusade against the Turks (alias
the Freshmen). The obstreperous heathen being duly subdued, we ah! buckled down
to work in the lab and beat old Horace out on the anvils under the head Smith of the
Latin shop. In the gym, too, there was a Merri-man who kept us dancing. We took
the Seniors to the Georgia Tech game despite the resistance of the Freshmen. By this
time we had the reputation of getting whatever we went after, whether in the athletic,
social, or scholarly line.

With so eventful a past, we entered upon the third period, the Age of Reformation.
'Twas hard to realize we were upper classmen, but we gradually reformed. We threw
off Sophomore ways and childish plays to become good Juniors. We now spent four
hours of every week downstairs in the Bible room, and found there an Arm-strong to
help us. Under the guidance of the Freshmen, we had a pleasant trip to foreign countries
on the third floor of Inman Hall. The Junior Banquet loomed next as the event of
importance, and despite the fact that our president had measles and our vice-president
was enjoying a trip to Europe, it went off without a hitch.

Happily reunited, we began with joy the fourth or Modern Period, that of Enlight-
enment. (We got our Senior lamps) and Political Revolution. This last consisted in
the fact that the officers of Student Government were now from our class, Annie Chapin,
as president, governing Rebekah Scott, and Janette as vice-president ruling in Inman,
with Ruth editor of the Annual and Tony heading the Aurora. We still held the
scholarship and the basket-ball championship. My, but we felt big! Grander still was
the feeling when we were invested in cap and gown. In fact, most of us found our caps
a little too small for our heads that day. And now mid-years are past, and graduation
is coming soon. The development of our class through all its stages from ancient to
modern history has been steady and sure. With such achievement behind us, what may
not be the accomplishments of the future?

Cornelia E. Cooper.

Senior Class Will

We, the undersigned members of the class of 1912, being of sound mind and disposing
will, do hereby make our last will and testament to the class of 1913.

Item I. We do hereby renounce any and all wills and testaments made heretofore.

Item II. Nellie Fargason hereby bequeaths to Lavalette Kennedy Sloan her calm
and dignified mien and also her "crushes" on the younger contingent of the Faculty.

Item III. Frances Gertrude Mayson wills to Frances Roundtree Dukes her oratori-
cal abihty and her love for the classics. To Eleanor Pinkston she hands down her love
for domestic science.

Item IV. Mary Sadler Crosswell wills to Allie Candler her sylph-like form, and
to Margaret Roberts, her "red-headed" temper.

Item V. Annie Chapin McLane hereby bequeaths to Emma Pope Moss "Jim's"
middy blouse and her athletic tendencies. To Kathenne Hutcheson Clark she hands
down the right to ring the rising bell and her skill therein.

Item VI. Martha Hall gives to Mary Lois Enzor her pleasant (?) facial expression
and her tendency to "loaf."

Item VII. Carol Laken Stearns wills to Florence Smith her love of French, and to
Maude Helen Smith her skillful manipulation of slang as taught at the "Forsyth."

Item VIII. Jannette Newton wills to Margaret Roberts her bird-like voice (Ruth
refuses to part with hers), and to Elizabeth Frances Joiner her protecting and watchful
care of Inman Hall.

Item IX. To Almira Eleanor Pinkston, Cornelia Elizabeth Cooper hereby bequeaths
her love for certain members of the Faculty, and to Mary Louise Maness she wills her
tendency to "bite" at everything.

Item X. Mane Randolph Maclntyre wills to Grace Anderson her fluency in con-
versation and her social accomplishments.

Item XI. May Joe Lott, leading light on the American comic stage, bequeaths to
Janie McGauhey her dramatic powers and her successes in this field.

Item XII. Antomette Milner Blackburn bequeaths to Laura Mel Towers her knowl-
edge of sines and cosines and also her mania for German.

Item XIII. Ruth Abigail Slack hereby bequeaths to Katherine Hutcheson Clark
her osculatory tendencies.

Motto: "Speclemur Agendo.'

first term
Lily Joiner .
Frances Dukes
Emma Pope Moss

Junior Class

Flower: Daisy

President . .
Vice-President
Secretary and Tr'

Grace Anderson
Kate Clark

Allie Candler

Frances Dukes
Mary Enzor

LiLLiE Lanier

Janie McGaughev

Colors : Orange and Blu

second term
Lavalette Sloan
Emma Pofe Moss
Laura Mel Towers

MEMBERS

Emma Pope Moss
Mary Louise Maness
Margaret Roberts
Lavalette Sloan
Florence Smith
Helen Smith
Eleancr Pinkston

Laura Mel Towers

HONORARY MEMBERS

Dr. Sweet

Miss McKinney

Junior Class Roll

I. Craca She is modest and mild and meek as Moses

And one of the stars of our class.

In Latin she's first, in everything clever,

With all she's a dear, model lass.

II. Allie is fat,
Allie is chubby,

She chatters all the day ;
Allie is bright,
Allie is happy.

She giggles life away.

III. Kale IS the lady who opens the door

To let m our callers on Saturday nights ;
To her 'tis permitted to talk o'er the 'phone.

To do which, you know, would be our delight.

IV. See our musician "Fritzie" nick-named.

Some day with her music she'll make our class famed;
To go with her music is aesthetic "gym,"
Between both of these she hopes to catch "Him. "

V. Though dignity and fatness do not agree.
Just look at A/arp and both you will see;

She presides o'er the book in our new "libraree."
With a great deal of pomp and true "dignitee. "

VI. Here's "Tillie," our clown; a good one is she,
A better, indeed, there never could be;

With antics so funny, she brings in the money.
As clowns ought to be, she's unusually sunny.

VII. Louise is quaint and sweet and shy,
With brown, wavy hair and soft blue eye;
With her antique jewelry and her hair in a curl.

She could pose as a picture of the "old southern " girl.

VIII. As birds of a feather flock together.

So Janie and Grace together we see ;
Not only in friendship, but also in knowledge.

Together they're winning their way through the college.

IX. Emma is stately and handsome and tall
And president of a "Rebekah Scott" hall;
When it is after ten by the clock,

If we are not quiet, she'll give us a knock.

X. "Ellie" studies stars;

A star herself was she;
When she played "Puck,"
We all were struck

By her ability.

XI. "Lipthing Margie" lipth tho sweet
'Tith quite a thurprise to hear her thpeak;
For see ith tall and dignified.

And carrieth herthelf wiv very great pride.

XII. Lavalelte is teacher's pet.

Favorite of Miss Hopkins, too;
Strange to say, she stays here yet.

Though this she said she'd never do.

XIII. Florence never has outgrown

Her Freshnnan love for "crushes,"
With a box of fragrant flowers
Oft to Miss Hopkins rushes.

XIV. Now Helen is quiet, but full of dry wit;
'Twill almost convulse you, if near her you sit;
To hear her so calmly in matter-of-fact way
Some odd funny statement or sentiment say.

XV. "Lemmie" is a maid demure

Of mathematic turn of mind (?)
A member of "Exec" for sure.
But always very just and kind.

Junior Class History

Dearest Old Lawson:

HILE Mr. Armstrong gives a most learned dissertation on some vague
and psychological phenomenon known as the third dementional element
in a consideration of space I'll repose behind Laura Mel's somewhat slender
and therefore ineffective back and scribble you a young volume on the
news political, intellectual and social of the present extraordinary and
unsurpassed Junior class.

Oh, girl, we missed you when you couldn't come back and we miss you more and
more as the days go on and you aren't here to giggle over our triumphs and weep over
our defeats. We aren't such a tremendously big class when you set us "alongside" one
like Smith, but we do stick together and we do plod cheerfully on toward that modern
Utopia we're to reach next year the Utopia minus everything 'cept caps and gowns.
Senior lamps and Senior electives.

Politically speaking, we're strictly on the inside track, and while Tilly Slowboy, Eleanor
and Laura Mel hold down exec the rest of us hold down A. S. C. or try to. There's
just one objection we've always had, and that is that our honorable members show such
unromantic and materialistic opinions concerning those hefty but adoring Decaturites who
infest our front gates that we've never even managed so much as a little tame polite scan-
dal within our maidenly rank exec just dotes on us.

Fifteen Juniors all in a row.
Never a scandal to make any show;
Wake up, freaks let's one elope
Take away fourteen let's appoint Pope!

(Never mind, dear, you needn't rhapsodize 'tis but the budding of Junior genius
may have another attack before I wear out).

In our last class meeting we were voted on unanimously as the brightest Juniors in
college, but personal modesty forbade our announcing the news publicly. This, therefore,
sets you straight concerning our intellectual state, about which you seemed so needlessly
alarmed

Gee, old girl, with Janie and Grace,
No need to worry they set the pace!

We've always been sociably inclined dost remember our Freshmen-Junior, then
Soph-Senior blowouts and we've developed our powers until they're to shine forth in
untarnished splendor about Junior banquet time, but

Every little meeting has a meaning all its own.

Every thought and feeling calls more money to be shown !

Yet who cares when for once in our hves we can be sports dead-game sports and
parade before the envious eyes of gaping A. S. C.

Now, speaking from the above-mentioned pohtical, intellectual, and social standpoint,
I've told about all the news, but you mustn't think, fellow Junior, that just because I
quit there that the other side you saw and loved isn't yet alive and flourishing. We
may do some tall bragging and cut some tall capers, but deep down in our heart of hearts
there's the same old resolve to make good if there's anything in us to make good with,
and maybe when we do reach our Utopia we sha'n't be altogether unfitted to wear the
caps and gowns as we make our last preparation for taking our places in the big old world
beyond A. S. C.

Feel one last poetic spark take flame:

The Freshman's nose is out of joint,
The Sophomore's joke has lost its point ;
The Senior class is weeping.

For the Junior girl is all the go,
I tell you she is far from slow.

In other classes leaping.

Ha! Ha! Some clais to this, n'est-cepas?
Yours till Niagara Falls.

Lavalette.

Soph

Clc

omore ^lass

MoTTC: "Wor\. Live and Be Happy" Colors : Maroon and Cray

FlcwER: Re J Carr.alion

OFFICERS

FIRST SEMESTER

President Helen Brown

Vice-President Essie Roberts

Secretary Lottie May Blair

SECOND semester

President Martha Rogers

Vice-President Jean Staples

Secretary Frances Kell

Treasurer ZoLLIE McArthur

Poet Anna Colquitt

Historian Lottie May Blair

MEMBERS

Bertha Adams Annie Tait Jenkins

LcTTiE May Blair Frances Kell

Ruth Blair Kathleen Kennedy

Helen Brown Linda Miller

Mary Brown Lidie Mintfr

Nell Clarke Zollie McArthur

Theodosia Cobbs Ethel McConnell

Anna Colquitt Louise McNulty

Sarah Hansell Mary Pittard

Ruth Hicks Essie Roberts

Mildred Holmes Martha Rogers

Gladys Huff Jean Staples

Charlotte Jackson Margaret Wells

HONORARY MEMBERS

Miss Hopkins Miss Trebein

Miss Young Miss LeGate

Sophomore Poem

"Work, live and be happy, molto ours,
Guide of the Sophomores of this year

I'd whom we look for strengthening powers
Keep evermore thy presence near

And thru the years be with us yet
Lest we regret- ^lest we regret.

1 emptalions and vain promptings die.
And worthless fancies by us go,

Still calls a voice we can not fly
A voice lo whom our all we owe.

Motto ours, be with us yet

Lest we regret lest we regret.

Dispersed; friends will no longer sway,
On their support no longer lean;

So from our strength of yesterday
'Tis hard ourselves at once to wean;

Benefit of mottoes, guide us yet
Lest we regret lest we regret.

If blinded by vain tempters sweet

We keep not ihy small voice in mind

And, stumbling, follow idle feel

On paths thai thru temptations wind;

Molto of ours, be with us yet
Lest we regret lest we recrel.

Oh, erring hearts that will not heed.
The voice of this our Sophomore year

Which followed will to victories lead
And make the future years more clear

If such are found among our ralient score
Guide Mo!to of each Sopho

Sophomore Class History

5^ ROM time immemorial the word Sophomore has been a synonym for boast-
fulness and we do not pretend that we have not lived up to the name
with a vengeance ! Therefore, we feel no compunction whatever m singing
our own praises to the world, especially now that the year is drawing to an
end when Sophomian claim us no longer. Therefore, we are going to
indulge in one big, long, genuine Sophomore brag, that the future ages may not have
to look back and mournfully say, "Would that we might know what that wonderful class
of 1914 did, that we might profit by its noble example." (The brag has begun).

It's a very commonplace thing to say that we entered college as the largest class on
record, so we won't say it but we did.

However hard it is to do, we must sum up our successes, achievements and victories
in a few words, so let it suffice to say that we have taken our share of glory in every
phase of college life to say nothing of the spoils of war! Ask the Freshman! She
may refuse to answer, not being compelled to intimidate herself, but, anyway, this is
what happened :

At two by the clock, on a morn so sold,
A band of Sophs both bad and bold,
A visit paid to the Freshmen sleeping.
All innocent of the Soph'mores creeping.

Right up to Freshie's little bed.
To paint green "F's" upon her head.
We stole with care and wicked stealth
For this was good for Freshie's health!

Then came word from dear D. G.
"Since Fresh and Soph can not agree.
One day more is given to fight.
But the thing must end that very night."

To help the poor Freshies it was decreed
That they should begin as they saw need ;
It took those Freshmen all of a week.
To think up anything even to speak !

But soon through "breaks" of Freshmen green.
And wicked wiles of Soph'mores keen.
Their little plan was opened out
And all their hopes were dashed about!

So now if you should give by chance
To any Soph'mores room a glance,
You there might see those banner's gay
By Sophs from Freshmen stolen away !

A nice green effigy then was made;
(The deed to Soph'mores must be laid).
And you might have seen what Freshie saw.
The burning of that Freshman of straw!

Now, Freshman, dear, just list to this
To change my theme is not amiss;
When you would stop a Soph'more party
You should have some plans more hearty.

For instance, when you get a thing
Before you can of writing sing.
Remember this that Sophs are wise.
And always beat you to the skies.

It never pays for you to try
To steal ice cream from Soph'mores shy.
For they will catch you as they did
You still are just a little kid!

One thing more and my story ends,

We, like Robin, would make amends

For all our faults and all our badness

With ore good cheer for Fourteen and Agnes!

Lottie May Blair, Historian.

Freshman Class 191 1-12

Motto: Lei us dare lo do our Jut}),

e understand iC
Flower: Dais\).

Colors: Bla

md Cold

first semester
Kate Richardson
Mary Helen Schneider .
Frances West ....
Maude Gary, Anna Svkes
Louise Warren
Louelle Moore

OFFICERS

second semester

President Harriet Converse

Vice-President Martha Brenner

Secrelary and Treasurer . Bert Morgan

Executive Members .... Maude Gary, Anna Sykes

Class Poet

Class Historian

Maricn Black

Martha Brenner
Mary Bryan
Annie Pope Bryan
Ruth Ccfer

Harriet Converse
Edna Duke
Willie Mae Elkins
Irene Flegal
Maude Gary
Jessie Ham
Ethel Ham
Mary Hamilton
Louise Hutcheson
Annie Irvin
Annie Tait Jenkins
Annie Kelly
Mary Kelly

MEMBERS

Sallie Mae King
Maude Lott
LuLA Maddox
Mable Meek
LaNelle Moon
Bert Morgan
Louise McMath
Gladys McMillan
Lucy Naive
Catherine Parker
Grace Reid

Kate Richardson
Jean Staples
Anna Sykes
Edna Taylcr
Grace Terrell
Mary Wade
Mary West
Frances West

Fresh

man roem

Nineteen-twelve as every one knows

The old tradition of Leap Year goes,

Is woman's opportunily.

And so with great impunity

The Freshmen at Agnes Scott ihis year

Strive for a record bright and clear

To aid in their future college career.

This Freshman class, tho loyal and true.

Is separated into divisions, two ;

Cne of these parts consists of the grinds

Who devoutly endeavor to feed their minds

On Greek and Math and Botany loo.

Who cram all day till their faces are blue,

And in the wee hours of night, are not thro."

The other part of our greatly loved class

Are the loafers, who freely the hours pass;

The society set, or ladies of leisure.

Who spend all their golden moments in pleasure.

But as all good honest girls must do.

They "bone" enough to gel themselves thro'

To obtain their A. B., which they madly pursue.

But as a whole, our class is all right.
And each little "Freshie" with all her might.
Clings to the hope, the years rolling round.
That she may grace a senior s gown ;
And this is her soul-inspiring aim.
That in the history of Agnes Scott's fame
She may win for herself an honored name.

Louise Warren.

Freshman Class History

EAR READER: You say that you've studied Latin, Greek, music,
science, geometry, astronomy, calculus, and all the liberal arts? Well,
then, do you know of anything smaller, more insignificant, a more infinitesimal
nothing, than a Freshman's reputation? Really, "Babies, we are considered;
awful, we are thought to be;" and I fear even that does not express the
depths of the Sophomore's feelings about us.

Well do we remember that never-to-be-forgotten day, the 20th of September, 191 I,
when we crossed the threshold of the famous and long-awaited Agnes Scott, really expect-
ing to see all that stored up knowledge unfold to us in one miraculous panorama, while
our ears still rang with those halloos of "Be careful! Write soon! Study hard! Don't
forget this and don't forget that," and a thousand other things that father's old phonograph,
set to order, couldn't keep. No wonder the most-learned Sophs for they are all learning
girls stared, laughmg lightly, wondering how such kids ever reached here without their
"mammas."

Days followed, when names, books, meetings, were so rapidly packed into our little
heads that the ding-dong of the rising bell could not have been distinguished from the
evening chimes; when Miss McKinney's recitation room was thought to be the center of
the universe; when such names as Sweets, some kind of Buckles, Smiths, etc., were so
emphasized that we began to wonder if this were a blacksmith's shop where mince-pies
were made, or a place where names were manufactured. But when first an "old girl"
made a date for the M. L. S. or P. L. S. Prom., all doubts and perplexities fled.

One morning at breakfast, as a fit compliment of our name "Babe, " we were presented
with the merrily jingling, tingling rattler by our older and more dignified Sophomore col-
lege-mates. (Could self-conceit add days to their years, oh, the grey-haired Sophs we'd
have!) A few nights later as a rehef for our dazzling brilliancy, they daubed our faces
with an abundance of green paint. So, the well-known Soph-Freshman fight followed as
the inevitable result of the growing animosity. Then believe that science, music, geometry,
calculus, all, have failed to find anything smaller, a more infinitesimal nothing than the
dignity of those Sophs, when we got through with 'em !

This success seemed only to foreshadow greater ones to follow. So in the first of the
series of basket-ball games between the Sophomores and Freshmen, we again bore off the
laurels of victory. And I do not hesitate to say that no one of us will ever forget the
celebration that night, when we Freshmen, ghost-hke in our long, white robes, flitted over
the campus 'mid the blowing of horns, ringing of bells, beating of pans, and shouts of
victory.

As the miner discerns gold within the rugged and unattractive mass of ore, so others
have recognized the latent talent and ability in our so-called "green" Freshman class and
doubt not to predict for it greater historical annals in the years to come. Lifting the
future's misty veil, they see before us a bright and prosperous career only typified by our
college success. Sic fata dicant.

Irregular Students

Mary Anderson
Jean Ashcraft
Cherry Bomer
Edith Brown
Elizabeth Brown
Elizabeth Bulcin
Maude Chason
Nell DuPre
Everett Frierson
Grace Goehegan
Mignon Harlan
Lillian Harper
Lucile Harris
Sammie Hereon
Margaret Howser
Mary Hyer
Virginia Lee

Fannie Marcus
Anne Montgomery
Louise McArthur
Mildred McGuire
Isabel Norwood
Julia Nuzum ^
Mary Rawlings
Mary Glenn Roberts
Hazel Rogers
Janie Rogers
Pearl Rudish

Katherine Summers
Evelyn Walker
Jean Wallace

Beverly Anderson
Louise Oberly

Margaret Anderson

Katherine Baker

Olivia Bcgaski

Gertrude Briesnick
Margaret Brown
Anne Browe?>
Mary E. Champe
Mae Curry
Beth Duncan
Minnie Hall
Grace Harris
Mary Harris
Joyce Henderson
Rosa Hill

Susette Jcerg
Martha Kelly
Katherine Kennedy
Gertrude McDowell
Ruth McElmurray
Rachel McEntire
Louise McMath
Lois Cunningham

Flcrence Montgomery
Ethel McKay
Hazel Pettingell
Mary E. Powers
Almedia Sadler
Ninuzza Seymour
Mary Slade
Lucy Vick

Louise Warren
Annie Webb

3n Jilemoriam

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IHargarrt WaabB

" n eartf) tijc brofern artsi;
3n Jlcaben tije perfect rounb.'

Day Dreams

OWN in the garden perched high in the old pear tree sat the child, hidden
by the screen of white blossoms and held bound in that first of all en-
chantments a fairy-tale. She was bareheaded and barefooted and as
she leaned over the book the wind tossed her short-bobbed hair into her
eyes. A soft breeze rippled the leaves and sent a shower of white petals
dov/n upon the brown head. On the lowest limb of the pear tree it discovered a little
white sun-bonnet and set it swinging gently to and fro.

"And the prince and the princess were married and lived happily ever afterward."
The child closed the book and leaned back with a contented sigh.

"I wonder if I'll marry a prince?" she said, half aloud, and then startled by her own
voice in the stillness, she smiled, wrinkling her small freckled nose.

"Maybe I will," she dreamed. "Maybe I'll be lost in a big, dark wood dark and
gloomy and dreadful and there'll be wild beasts and dragons, " she shivered at the
awfulness of the thought, "and I'll be so lonesome and scared and then a beautiful prince
will come riding by on a 'snow-white charger' and he'll stop all his knights and ladies and
come over to me and take me up on his horse and carry me to his palace all made of gold
and beautiful stones diamonds and rubies and emeralds and we'll be married and
live happily ever afterward." The child wriggled her white toes blissfully along the limb
of the pear tree.

"Oh, yes, and on the way we'll stop at a house and we won't know it, but the old
woman that lives there will be a witch and she'll steal me and hide me 'way up in a
1 igh, high tower and the prince won't be able to find me and he'll send out his courtiers
and heralds and they'll look and look for me. After a long, long time one day the
prince will be wandering by in the deepest despair and he'll hear me singing and call me
a-d I'll answer and let down my beautiful golden locks to him." She looked wistfully
at her short brown hair, "and he'll climb up and find me. Then he'll take me in his arms
and climb down the great vine which grew up the tower and we'll run away and I'll be
a queen, " the small head was raised with a sudden assumption of dignity, "and I'll wear
beautiful, beautiful dresses. Oh, yes, and I forgot, while he can't find me he'll dress in
deep black and he'll 'refuse to eat or drink' until "

A queer sort of a screech, the sound of hurrying steps and a small freckled-faced boy
apneared under the pear tree.

"I knew I'd find you here, " he said triumphantly. "Hurry up and come on down.
There's a circus unloading in the lot just back of our house and we can sit up on top of
our chicken-coop and watch them."

There was a long-drawn "Oh-h-h-h" from the top of the pear tree and a small figure
came scrambling down, swinging lightly from hmb to limb. In her haste she dropped
the Fairy Tale Book and it fell face downward upon the grass. Wheeling, the child
slipped to the ground and began hurriedly putting on shoes and stockings.

"What are you doing barefooted?" the boy asked, for the first time discovering the
fact. There was reproof in his tone.

The child looked up guiltily. "I I just slipped them off for a minute to see to
see how I would feel."

"Well, hurry up!" the boy said impatiently.

The child sprang up quickly, anxious to make him forget past sins.

"I'll beat you to my gate," she challenged.

"Bet you won't," he retorted.

"One, two, three, " she counted, and they were gone.

Under the pear tree, face downward, the Fairy Tale Book lay forgotten.

II

The tiny new leaves on the pear-tree rustled softly, the sunshine flickered through
them upon the grass, the white blossoms shook down their soft petals like snowflakes, and
the girl in the hammock swung gently to and fro.

Intent upon her book, she had forgotten the sunshiny spring afternoon and was lost
in a world of romance that old, old world where men have wooed and maids been
won since the beginning of things.

Time passed. The leaves rustled, the sunshine played upon the grass, and the soft
petals drifted down, but the girl went on reading, unmindful of it all.

One she stirred and again she adjusted her pillows and leaning upon her elbow, her
chin in her hand, bent further over her book. She had reached the last page. Her
lips were parted, the color came and went in her cheeks, and her dark eyes shone like
stars. The thrilling moment came, the maid said "Yes," and, "held close in her lover's
arms she felt his kiss of undying love upon her lips. In that kiss their souls met never
to be parted. "

The novel was ended.

The girl sank back upon her pillows with a sigh of perfect content. "If only some
one would propose to me like that," she whispered under her breath. "I hope the man
I marry will look just like Lord Windergrath in the book. He'll be very, very striking-
looking and so stern and indifferent, that is, with everybody but me, and he'll fall in
love with me at first sight and he'll lead me out on a balcony in the moonlight and talk
to me of books and music and poetry. We'll understand each other so beautifully, and
he'll quote long passages to me on love and say all sorts of beautiful things. Whenever
I come into the room where he is, he'll always turn to me with one of his 'rare smiles,'
and there'll be 'worlds of meaning in his dark eyes,' and he'll be very, very rich and
have lots of automobiles and and when he proposes to me he'll kneel before me and
say he knows he isn't worthy of me and I'll "

But the dream was interrupted just then by a shrill whistle. The girl puckered her
lips and tried to answer, but the sound that came from them was so faint that she laughed
at her own attempt.

"Is that the best you can do?" called a teasing voice, and a youth came striding down
the garden path.

"You didn't give me time," she defended, "I always have to try two or three times
before I can whistle."

'A poor excuse is better than none,' " he teased.
"I don't care," she retorted. "You know I never could whistle. Won't you sit
down and make yourself at home? "

"Humph! You're polite, I must say. Where do you expect me to sit, on the
ground? I don't see any signs of your giving me the hammock."

He had reached her by now and picked up the novel before she could stop him.
"Say, what's this you've been reading?"

She reached for it, but he was too quick for her. "It's only a book Sue lent me,"
she said. Give it back please."

"Well, I guess I might as well sit down and take a look at it. I don't know any
place to sit, though."

"Sit down over there by the tree," she suggested, seeing it was hopeless to try to get
back her book. "You needn't put on airs, you know you've sat on the ground before."
He dropped down in front of the tree and leaned back against it.
"I reckon I'll have to, since I haven't anything else to sit on. Now if I were only

Jim I might "

A pillow came flying through the air aimed at his head. He dodged adroitly and
caught it.

"Thank you so much," he said with an air of the greatest politeness. "This will
make me much more comfortable."

"I wish you'd hush!" she exclaimed indignantly. "I can't stand Jim Monroe and
you know it. "

He regarded her with the most innocent expression upon his face. Perhaps in reality
he was thinking how pretty she looked with her flushed cheeks and dark eyes and hair,
but if so his next remark gave no hint of it.

"The Lovers of Lucinda" he read aloud. Sentimental trash, I'll bet you a dollar. "
"It isn't," she declared. "It's perfectly grand."

"Is the hero named Jim?" he inquired with a shy glance in the direction of the
hammock.

Another pillow came flying through the air.

"So much obliged. Please send me just one more to lean my weak little arm upon."
"Wretch!" was the only reply.

"Shall I read you the end of the book?" he inquired politely. "It is so dramatic."
"No, I've read it," she replied shortly.

"Then I'm sure you'll enjoy hearing it again, especially this beautiful passage. Just
listen," in mock admiration, "She rushed toward him and clasped in each other's arms
they fell senseless at each other's feet. The "

"Robert Winthrop, you're making it every bit up. If you don't hush I'll "

He looked at her with such a droll expression on his face that she burst out laughing.

So the afternoon passed. The sun was sinking, the sky was filled with a golden light.
The air began to grow chill. It was time to go in. Together they walked up the path,
he still teasing her and she retorting, sometimes in pretended indignation, sometimes with
laughter.

At the gate they paused to say good-bye. The light of the late afternoon sunshine fell
upon the girl as she stood there and touched her dark hair with streaks of gold. Her
eyes were dreamy and dark and full of merriment. Once more he thought how pretty
she looked, but this time he leaned forward and spoke.

"Say," he said awkwardly, "You look mighty good this afternoon."

She raised her eyes to his, with a look of wonder, surprised at this from Rob. The
color deepened in her cheeks.

"Thank you," she said.

And "The Lovers of Lady Lucinda" lay forgotten under the pear tree.

III.

It seemed an ideal spring afternoon. The person under the pear tree evidently thought
so, for her eyes kept straying out across the waving expanse of green and her thoughts
wandered far from the book she was reading. She was no longer a "mere slip of a
girl," but "a woman grown" now, with a new sweetness m her face and a certain charm
that she had never possessed before.

As usual she was reading, but this time it was only an attempt for her thoughts jour-
neyed far from her book. She was thinking of the things she had imagined as a child
and the fancies she had had as a girl.

"I hope," she murmured softly to herself, "that I have learned to be sensible a little
bit, but," she added, and a smile crept about the corners of her mouth, "I still have my
dreams only they're different."

She was dreaming again. She laid her book down in the swing and leaned back. It
was useless to try to read when one had such pleasant things to think about.

"And the little house will be white with roses running over it because he said I could
have it that way and there'll be a lawn and perhaps a pear tree somewhere, maybe in the
garden. I'd rather have a dear little one-story cottage because it will be so much
less expensive and more convenient and," she added as a sudden thought struck her, "I
used to want a palace and lots of money." She smiled at what she called her own
ignorance. There was more dreaming about "the little house," but it soon became a dream
about something or rather somebody more important. "He's so tall and broad-
shouldered and nice-looking and and so so nice." She laughed a little at her own
self, but the dreams went on.

A tall figure had come down the path, but she did not see him until he stood before
her.

"Why, Rob!" she exclaimed.

"Sweetheart," he said.

As they sat together in the swing he reached for the book, but she caught his hand.

"You can't have it," she said.

"Please," he urged.

She shook her head.

"Why?" he persisted.

"Because "

Again he reached for the book, but this time also she was ahead of him.

"Please let me just see the title," he begged.

"No," she said positively, and put the book behind her.

He made another attempt, but this time he tried "moral 'suasion."

"Dear," he said, tilting her chin and looking down into her eyes, "Please let me
see it, won't you, sweetheart?"

"Moral suasion " conquered.

"Will you be real good?" she asked.

"I'll try to," he promised.

"And not laugh? "

"I promise solemnly on my word of honor."

She watched him shyly, but with laughter in her dark eyes as she pulled it out and
held it up before him.

He leaned forward and read the title aloud:

"Mrs. Hill's New Cook-Eook."

Sarah G. Hansell.

Whoop la! whoo!
Exec's got you.
Tho" you're scared a sickly tan
Why weep and wall?
Tears won't avail.
Stand and take it like a man.

JOlNLIi
SLCR.ETARY

Officers Students' Government

Student Government Association

President Annie Chapin McLane

Vice-President Janette Newton

Secreiary ' Elizabeth Jciner

Marshal Eleancp Pinkston

SENIOR CLASS MEMBERS
May Jce Lgtt Mary Crosswell

JUNIOR CLASS MEMBERS
Laura Mel Tcwers Mary Enzor

SOPHOMORE CLASS MEMBERS
Kathleen Kennedy Marguerite Wells

FRESHMAN CLASS MEMBERS
Maude Cary Anna Sykes

Y. W. C. A. Cabinet

President Mary Enzor

Vice-President Margaret Anderson

Secretary Annie McLane

Vice-Secretary Margaret Wells

Treasurer LiLY Joiner

Devotional Commillee Hazel Pettingell

Bible Study Commillee Mary HARRIS

Intercollegiate Commillee LcTTiE May Blair

Missionary Commillee JaNETTE Newton

Social Committee Laura Mel Towers

^ HE Young Women's Christian Association was organized at Agnes Scott in
1 906 to fill a need in student life which study and athletics can not satisfy.
It was organized with the aim of "bringing every girl to Christ, building them
up in Christ and sending them out for Christ." Springing from a small
Christian band, the Association has grown with the college, the different
phases of the work being carried on by some committees in active work throughout the year.
Those who have held the position of president during its short history are Misses Sarah
Boals, Maude Hill, Margaret McCaUie, Irene Newton, Mary Wallace Kirk and Mary
Enzor.

In 1 908, the Association undertook half the support of Miss Mary Thompson, an Agnes
Scott alumna, in her missionary work in China, and each year the amount is loyally raised
by student and faculty through systematic giving. Interest in missions is further shown
by a large enrollment in the eight mission study courses offered by the Association.

A new phase has been introduced in the Bible study work this year. Six courses of
study are given during the Sunday school hour, and the choice between these and classes
in International Sunday School Lessons is offered. Practically every student in college
is enrolled in one of these classes.

The enthusiastic interest of the students in the Y. W. C. A. work has recently been
manifested by the building of a cottage on the Blue Ridge Conference grounds at Black
Mountain, N. C, and a larger delegation than ever before will attend the next summer
conference.

The work of the Association this year has been very successful in nearly every way.
Over ninety per cent, of the students are enrolled as members, but that can not be taken
as a very reliable test of success in itself. The influence of the Association is felt by the
entire student body in every phase of college life. Very quietly, but very surely, it is
doing the work for which it was organized. M. L. E.

THE MILLEDGEVILLE CONVENTION

OF THE

Georgia Students' Missionary League

MILLEDGEVILLE, GEORGIA

November 12-15, 1911

DELEGATES

Marion Black Ethel McConnell

Ruth Hicks Charlotte Jackson

Mildred Holmes Mary Pittard

Lily Joiner Hazel Pettingell

Miss McCrory, Chaperone

Milledgeville! The word is inspiration! All the delightful fun, the interesling people, ihe con-
genialily of fellow delegales, the enthusiasm of kindred minds and the helpfulness of a conference are
wrapped up in the name. The nine A. S. C. girls who attended the Georgia Students' Missionary League
in the historic old town of Milledgeville will not soon forget those three days when even nature put
out her finest welcome to the delegates. They will not soon forget the hospitality of the beautiful old
homes for which the town is famous. Nor will they lose the inspiration from such men and women
as Doctors Foster, Forsythe, Hounsell, Miss Helen Crane, and others. And what shall we say of
the inspiration from the fellow students and especially those student volunteers on the platform, and
we believe that Milledgeville will not soon forget the enthusiastic and congenial delegation that
never failed to occupy the second row front at every meeting; and the delegation thai boasted
as honorary members such dignitaries as Miss Helen Bond Crane and Doctor Forsythe.

Agnes Scott herself must ever look back upon the night the delegation made its report as one of the
best of the Sunday evening services. The best because the girls who look part had found a new and
enthusiastic meaning to life, because of a new and vital purpose. H. PettingELL.

Lillle Blue Flower,
Where art thou now
How shall I win thee.
How? Tell me hew!

For a moment 1 hold thee
And then thou art gone

lell me. thou wanton,
Where hast thou flown?

1 crawl for thee, leap for thee,
Climb for thee, cling;

But only to catch

Just the wind of thy wing.

But little Blue Flower,
I shall slill follow thee;
And life shall lovely
And Wonderful be.

Silhouette Staff

Edilor-in-Chief Ruth Slack

Assistant Editor-in-C"lief EleanCR PinkSTON

Business Managers Carcl Stearns, Fannie G. Mayson

Athletic Editor Marie MacIntyre

Art Editor . Margaret Brown

Y. W. C. A. Editor Annie Webb

I Cornelia Cooper

Associate Editors |- Anna Colquitt

J Mary Crcsswell

Aurora Staff

Editor-in-Chief Antoinette Blackburn, M. L. S.

Associate Editor Lavalette Sloan, P. L. S.

Business Manager ElMMA PcPE Moss, P. L. S.

Assistant Business Manager LoTTlE May Blair, M. L. 5.

Local Editor Laura Mel Towers, P. L. S.

Exchange Editor FanNIE G. MaYSON, M. L. S.

Springtime and You

When all along the

As far as eye can see.

There hangs a cloud of Emerald lir

O'er every maple tree.
When robins sing their mating songs

And all the sky is blue,
'Tis then my heart is prone to sing

Of Springtime and of you.

When violels cast their purple shade

Beside the singing brook.
And nature tells a lovelier tale

Than any story book ;
When every breeze is fragrant
And the rose is kissed with dew;
'Tis then my heart is want to sing

Of Springtime and of you.

But now the skies are turned to grey

And violets are dead;
And merry birds have flown away

And blithesome songs have fled.
But still there creeps into my heart

A longing deep and true,
And I am prone to sing, dear heart,

Of Springtime and of you.

Hazel Pettingill, '14.

The Song

The bird first sang to the Jasmine flower.

Sang the song of life for an hour;
Told of dreams that haunt and linger.

Told of thoughts so brave and lender.

The sun came out from neath its bower.

Heard the song of life for an hour;
The trees then bent near to listen,

Each flowereh pure began to glisten.

The bird now hushed the song of an hour.
The sun crept back to its lonesome bower;

But the song left the world all brighter.
Left the Jasmine flowers much whiter.

LiDIE TORREY MlNTER.

'?4kUl- QAv-Ly--

Mnemosynean Literary Society

OFFICERS

FIRST TERM

President Nellie Farcason

Vice-President May Joe Lott

Secretary Margaret Roberts

Corresponding Secretary LoTTIE May Blair

Treasurer Grace Harris

Critic Theodosia Cobbs

Censor " LouiSE McNuLTY

Librarian Annie Webb

SECOND TERM

President Hazel Pettingell

Vice-President ... Theodosia Cobbs

Secretary Lottie May Blair

Corresponding Secretary MARGUERITE WelLS

Treasurer Gertrude McDowell

Censor MiSS MaRY Champ

Critic Miss Anna Sykes

Librarian Charlotte Jackson

HALL

eoBtftJs

HARRIS

KLNNlDY"

BLACK BORN

Propylean Literary Society

OFFICERS

FIRST TERM

President RuTH Slack

Vice-President Laura Mel Tcwers

Secretary Janette Newton

Vice-Secretary Margaret Anderson

Censor Emma Pope Moss

Critic Allie Candler

Sergeanl-at-Arms ZoLLIE McArthur

second term

President Janette Newton

Vice-President Mary Crosswell

Secretary Frances Dukes

Vice-Secretary Jean Staples

Censor Mary Champe

Critic Anna Sykes

Sergeanl-at-Arms EvELYN WalKER

The Snow Angel

T was early in February. The shadows of night had already enveloped the
city, and the streets were thronged with the usual crowds at the end of the
day. From a grayish sky, a soft, warm snow fell steadily, covering every
pavement and walk with its crystal whiteness and throwing its mystic spell
over every passer-by, until an atmosphere of good nature shone on each face and a note of
merriness might be detected in every city sound. Under their increasing weight of white-
ness, the street lamps began to sway and sputter, and the lights in the display windows
glowed warmly mto the outer darkness.

Up the street came a shrill, clear voice:

"Paper, mister. Last edition. All about the murder."

He was a little fellow to have such a penetrating voice, and he wandered along, seem-
ingly unconscious of the fact that papers were not selling and that the snow was begin-
ning to sift down his unprotected throat. In front of Brownmg's Art store he stopped,
shifted his papers, wiped the ragged coat sleeve across his wet face and stood motion-
less looking at a large copy of the Sir Galahad. Half aloud, he muttered to himself:

"That's the guy teacher told us about. He's a queer sort. Think I'll get a book and
read about him. "

The next day the Librarian in the Juvenile Department of the Public Library bent at
her task of helping little hands of all varieties to reach the gay colored volumes along its
many shelves.

"Hello, Jimmie," she smiled, as a towseled-headed little fellow appeared. "You
haven't come back for more Pirate stories?"

"Say," he answered, "I'm after something different. You know that fellow what
looks like a girl standing by the head of a circus horse in a park?"

The Librarian looked in dismay.

"I seen him in the picture store. Teacher told us all about him once a long time ago."

"Was it Sir Galahad? "

"You bet," answered the boy, yet not impolitely.

"There's a shelf of books about him over there," pointed the Librarian. "Just help
yourself."

When the lad returned, some five minutes later, he found the Librarian chatting gaily
with a young girl. She was a slender mite of a girl with rosy cheeks and a sparkle of
winter freshness in them.

"What books do the boys read," she asked as she looked at the httle fellow, waiting to
get "The Knights of King Arthur" checked off.

"That's a good tale," she smilingly assured the boy. "It's good reading. You will
hke it."

There was something in the girl's smile that clung to the boy all afternoon. Whenever
he looked at the book, he thought of the girl. Day after day, he found himself weaving
strange and new thoughts around her, until she came to stand for him ideal and he called
her his Snow Angel.

It was the week before Easter that young Doctor Allen stopped his car before a country
home in the suburbs of the city, and, with a light, boyish step, ran up the long walk and
pounded the brass knocker on the door. Beneath his grey overcoat, his own heart was
pounding a boisterous tattoo. Where is there any young man whose heart would not pound
when calling on the girl of his choice a week before his wedding day? He was sure the
girl would answer his knock, herself, and he was right. In a moment the door was flung
wide and a warmth of light streamed out to welcome him. In the middle of it stood a
girl of perhaps twenty, though so slight a thing that she looked much younger. She wore
a soft dress of creamy wool, and around her shoulders was thrown a scarf of warmest
crimson.

Their greeting over, she led him to a great chair before the fireplace and they talked
together of the happy week before them and then of the greater future.

"My dress is lovely," she smiled, as she looked up into his fine, strong face. "Every
thing is so lovely. Why don't more girls choose Easter for their wedding day? I saw
the first robin this morning and a crocus is in blossom. They will be radiant by next
week." And thus they talked till the fire burned low and he lifted her small hand to his
lips in a fervent caress.

The telephone bell rang loud and steadily. He arose to answer it.

"I think it's for me, as usual," he laughed.

In a moment he returned.

"I'm sorry, little girl, I have to go. There's a boy down on Water street dying with
pneumonia. The old doctor asked me to go. It's bad weather for the poor in a city
like this. "

She looked up into his deep eyes and reached her hands up to his square shoulders.
"It's bad weather," she said, "for any one. Be careful, Mr. Doctor, lest the blind lead
the blind. "

The door closed behind him and he ran down the walk toward his machine. Half way
to the city it stopped. He tried to start it again, but failed. And then he remembered.
He had forgotten gasoline, in his haste to get to the girl and the tank was empty. It
was a full two miles to the electric line and not a house in sight. It was a beastly night
under foot. The melted snows, a foot deep, spread out over the country road. In his
doctor's heart he knew the long, wet walk would be perilous ; yet there was but one thing
to do. He drew out his watch. It was early. If he could make it, there was still time
to catch the last city-bound car.

Two hours later. Dr. Allen bent over a tossing lad on a tenement bed. In his fever
the boy was wildly delirious and kept begging in disconnected sentences for a vision he
could not see.

"I ain't found her yet. Oh, Lord, I ain't seen her. I looked everywhere but she's
gone. Please, angel, come to me please come. "

At four o'clock in the mornmg the doctor, in his own apartment, pulled off his damp
clothes and sank wearily for a few hours' of rest.

"Dear Lord," he prayed; "help the boy to find his angel and keep mme through all
the days to come."

As he sank into sweet unconsciousness, it occurred to him that he might share his angel
with the boy.

The next morning. Dr. Allen telephoned the girl.

"Mary," he said, "I'll stop for you at ten o'clock. I want you to make a call with
me."

As they left the house the girl snatched a handful of roses from a jardiniere and pinned
them to her coat. The boy was still tossing in delirium when they reached the tenement.
Dr. Allen stepped to the hall and motioned to the girl. She came on tip-toe and bent
over the sick child's bed, stripping the roses of their thorns, meanwhile, and laid them
beside the lad's feverish face. At the touch of their cool fragrance, he reached for them
and a dawn of consciousness crept into his eyes. A smile broke over his flushed face,
and he reached out his arms.

"Oh, Angel," he cried. "My Angel, you have come." And then the little, sleepy
eyes, toward which the world had not held many angels, slept.

It was a beautful Easter. The sun had keep under a cloud for a week awaiting the day,
and seemingly had stored up warmth and gladness. The spring flowers had budded a
week before, then waited, and on this morning had burst into freshest beauty. Even the
Sirds had arrived just in time for the Easter carol. All nature was glorious with life.

But, in the hospital across the city, there were none of these. Only fear and waiting and
watching. The greatest doctors of the state held consultation and waited.

"Dr. Brown has little hope," said one. "The fever takes 'em so fast."

At last the old doctor entered the room. The men sprang up tense with waiting. "For
God's sake "

"Boys," he sobbed, "sit down, every man of you. It's Easter, men. He gave his life
for the sake of a lad a week ago. There is a smile on his lips. Life is riches for him
there is no death there. But for her! Oh, Lord, for her the girl! It will kill her."

There were long, long days for thought that followed. Spring was kind in her sym-
pathy. There were hours when the old doctor and the girl walked together beneath the
lilacs, and when they parted, there was a glory in her face that was not born of earthly joy.

When she entered the University, they said she was too frail for the severity of medical
training. But when she stood before the entrance committee, she won her way.

"It is not in my power to stop her," said the head examiner. "There is something un-
usual about the girl. They say she was to have married young Allen last Easter. I think
she intends taking up his work. Did you watch her face? Men, to most of us, medicine
is a profession. To that little girl, it is a High Calling. Let us pray God, we may catch
her spirit." Hazel Pettingill, '14.

Bull Dog Club

MEMBERS

Nellie Fargason
Martha Hall
Marie MacIntyre
Ruth Slack
susette joerg
GussiE O'Neal
Mary Champe
Essie Roberts
Edna Taylor

Anna Colquitt
Louise McNulty
Beverley Anderson
Minnie Hall
Lois Cunningham
Ethel McKay
Sarah Hansell
Kate Richardson
Evelyn Walker

NiNUZZA Seymour

CUNNlW&nAM

TAYLOR

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SORORES IN FACULTATE
Ruth Marion Anne Waddell

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Louise Warren . Louisville, Ga

Mary Slade Columbus, Ga

Louise McMath Columous, Ga.

Ruth Bene Union Springs, Ala.

Olivia Bccacki Montgomery, Ala.

Mary Crcsswell Greenville, S. C.

Ruth McElmurray Waynesboro, Ga.

Carol Stearns AlUnla, Ga.

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MEMBERS IN GOOD STANDING

Mascot: Vixen

Favorite Flower: Canl(er-Blos5om

Favorite Colors: Green

Favcrite Animal: "Varminl"

"Je" Hall

"Katze" McElmusray

"Ich" Anderson

"Chid" Warren

"Sal" Converse

"Mac" McMath

Wild Westerners

Lillian Harper Arkansas.

Lcis Cunningham Texas

LuciLE Harris Arkansas

Lucy Vick Arkansas

Mary Brown Arkansas

Elizabeth Brown Arkansas

Mary Powers Arkansas

Mabel Meek Arkansas

Vir

ginia

Club

Favorite Song: "Carr^ me back '" U Virginia" Favorite Drink: Old Dominion Beer

Favorite Dress: Hofflin Middy Suits Favorite Occupation: Showing Verbal Loyally to our State

ACTIVE MEMBERS

Beverly D. Anderson
Katherine D. Baker
Mary E. Champe

Mary E. Hamilton

HONORARY MEMBERS

Miss Nannette Hopkins
Miss M. L. McKinney
Dr. J. D. M. Armistead
Mr. J. I. Armstrong
Dr. C. p. Olivier

Sandlapper-Tar Heel Club

Margaret Anderson North Caro

Jean Ashcraft Norih Caro

Lottie May Blair North Caro

Mary Crosswell South Caro

Elizabeth Bulgin North Carol

Rosa Hill South Caro

Virginia Lee North Carol

Mildred McGuire North Carol

Miss Calhoun South Carol

Miss Richardson South Carol

Mr. MacLean South Carol

Alabama Club

Bertha M. Adams Pineapple

Marion Black Montgomery

Ruth Blue Union Springs

Olivia Bccacki Montgomery

Edythe Brown Dolhan

Mary Bryan Birmmgham

Kate Clarke Montgomery

Theodosia Cobbs Mobile

Edna Dukes Heflin

Mary Enzcr Troy

Janie Farmer Dothan

Everett Frierson Audalusia

Grace Gohegan Birmingham

Jessie Ham Elba

Grace Harris Mobile

Mary Harris Mobile

Margaret Houser Anniston

Charlotte Jackson Tuscumbia

LuLA Maddox Birmingham

LiDA Minter Tyler

Hattie Montgomery Birmingham

Roberta Morgan Heflin

IsABELLE Norwood Montgomery

Julia Nuzum Tuscaloosa

Hazel Rogers Panola

Janie Rcgers Gainesville

Almedia Sadler Sheffield

Lucile Scarborough Choccolocco

NiNUZZA Seymour Montgomery

Laura Mel Towers Birmingham

HONORARY MEMBERS

Miss Louise G. Lewis Tuscaloosa

Miss Pearl McCrory Prairieviile

^ '^ ^

Glee Club

Margaret Brown
Mary Bryant
Anna Colquitt
Harriet Converse
Nell Clark
Rosa Hill
Lily Joiner

Marie MacIntyre

Florence Montgomery
Isabel Norwood
Julia Nuzum
GussiE O'Neal
Hazel Rogers
Almedia Sadler
Evelyn Walker
Marguerite Wells

South Georgia Club

Mae Curry

Harriet Converse
Margaret Roberts
Louise Oberly
Martha Hall
Maude Lott
Ethel McKay
Sarah Hansell
Fannie Marcus
Louise McArthur
Mildred Holmes

Annis Kelly
Frances Dukes
Louise McNulty
Anna Colquitt
May Joe Lott
Gertrude Briesenick
Edna Taylor
Pearl Rudick.
Maude Chason
Nell DuPree
Ruth Hicks

Lily Joiner

Beamtinnen

Prasidenlin Antoinette Blackburn

Vice-Prasidenlin Eleanor Pinkston

Sekrelarin K.ATE ClaRKE

Zensorin Mary Crosswell

Schalzmeislerin Helen Brown

Musikdireklorin Ruth Brown

Beglelterin Charlotte Jackson

PROGRAMM KOMITEE

Eleanor Pinkston Vorsitzenderin

Lavalette Sloan Fraulein Trebein

Ruth Brown Fraulein Almon

Antoinette Blackburn Fraulein Meinhardt

DRfiWfiT I CS

PROPYLEAN LITERARY SOCIETY

PRESENTS

The Cricket on the Hearth

BY

CHARLES DICKENS

Dramatized by Albert Smith

DRAMATIC PERSON/E

John Perrybingle (a carrier) Laura Mel Towers

Mr. Tacklelon (a toy maker) Frances Dukes

Caleb Plummer (his man) JuLIA PratT Smith

Old Gentleman Helen Brown

Dot (Perrybingle's Wife) LavALETTE Sloan

Bertha (a blind girl) Geraldine Hood

Mrs. Fielding . Nell McLean

May Fielding Mary Champe

Tilly Slowboy Lilly Joiner

Act I. Interior of John Perrybingle's Col, age.
Act II. The abode of Caleb Plummer.
Act 111. Same as Act I.

THE MNEK'IOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIETY

PRESENTS

A Mid-Summer Night's Dream

BY

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Saturday, Dec. 16, 19 M

DRAMATIC PERSON/E

Theseus, Duke of Athens AnnIE C. McLanE

Lysander I - , , , , ' Marie MacIntvre

in love with Hermia ",

Demetrius I ( LuLA White

Quince, the Presenler pRAN'CES West

Lung, the Lion BevERLV AndeRSON

Bollom, Pyramus May Joe Lott

Flute, Thisbe LoTTiE May Blair

Snout, Moon . . . . ' Amedia Sadler

Starveling, Wall ICatherine Kennedy

Hippolyta, Queen of Amazons Alice Beach

Hermia, in love with Lysander Carol Stearns

Helena, in love with Demetrius Martha Brenner

Oberon, King of Fairies Fannie G. Mayson

Titania, Queen of Fairies Anna Colquitt

Puck, a Fairy . Eleanor Pinkston

Scene: A Wood Near Athens.

MNEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIETY

PRESENTING

"As You Like It."

BY

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

April Seventeenth, Nineteen Hundred and Eleven

CAST OF CHARACTERS

The Duke Mathilde Brenner

Amiens Theodosia Cobbs

Jaques Eleanor Pinkston

Oliver Fannie G. Mayson

Orlando CHARLOTTE REYNOLDS

Adam LoTiiE May Blair

William May Joe Lott

Touchstone Louise Wells

Sylvius Lois Patillo

Corin Annie Chapin McLane

Rosalind Anna Colquitt

Celia Carol Stearns

Phoebe Theodosia Willingham

Audrey Mary Louise Spurlock

A Box of Monkeys

A Farce
COLLEGE CHAPEL

Februarys, 1912

CAST OF CHARACTERS
Edward Ralston L. H. Johnson

A promising young American, half owner of the Surra Gold Mine
Chauncey Oglethorpe C. W. Dieckmann

His Partner, Second Son of Lord Doncasler
Mrs. Ondego-Jhones Laura Mel Towers

An Admirer of Rank
Sierra-Bengaline Lavalette K. Sloan

Her Niece, a Prairie Rose
Lady Guinevere Llandpoore Leslie Sawtelle

An English Primrose, daughler of the Earl of Paynaught

R. S. H. Fire Department

Lily Joiner Chief

Lottie May Blair ^''^^ Lieutenant

.Anna Colquitt

Louise McNulty

Emma Pcpe Mess

CORRIDOR LIEUTENANTS

Kathleen Kennedy
Helen Smith
Hazel Pettingell

BRIGADE

Lavalette Sloan

thel McConnell
Annie Webb

Maude Gary

Hattie Montgomery
Marie McIntyre
Grace Harris

Leader of Brigade

Roberta Morgan
Frances Dukes
Frances West
Sarah Hansell
Irene Flegal
Mary Harris

Inman

Hall Fire

Brigade

Eleanor Pinkston,

Chief

- FIREMEN

Janette

Newton

Antoinette

Blackburn

Ma

RY Brown

Hazel

Rogers

Julia Nuzum

Margaret Houser

Fannie

G

. May;

ON

LIEUTENANTS

Ruth

Hicks

Nell Cl

arke

Carol Stearns

N

ELL DuPrEE.

'"Twas at the silent solemn hour
When night and morning meet."

(Hamilion and Mallett).

"And hither Morpheus sent his kindest dre;
(Thomson).

"And on a sudden, lo!

Rose an arm clothed in white

And brandished him three limes "

(Tennyson).

THE FIRE BRIGADE

(In Standard Literature.)

"Wake thou!"

A midnight be

(Fletcher).

"With such a horrid clang

As on Mount Sinai rang!'

(Milton).

The voice is on the rollii

(Tennvson).

(Shelly).

"Turn thee, turn thee, on thy pillow!"

(Tennyson).

"Rise and put on your foliage. . . .
Take no care for jewels and for hair!"
(Herrkk).

"Come and trip it as you go,
On the light fantastic loe."

(Milton).

"And from them 'rose

A cry that shivered to the tingling stars,
And as it were one voice, a-n agony
Of lamentation. "

(Tcnnvson).

"With stammering voice and insufficient sound."
(Elizabeth Browning).

"But she that rose
Howled aloud, 'I

the tallest of them all.
im on fire!" "

(Tennyson).

" 'Stretch forth thy hand,' thus ended she
'And help a wretched maid to flee!'"

(ColeriJge).

"More she had spake but

ed,"

(Pope).

"Methought I heard a voice cry.
Sleep no more! "

(Shakespeare).

"She rose, and forth with steps they passed
That strove to be and were not fast,"

(ColeriJge).

"And all the girls were out."

(Meredith).
"In marching order as spread of long-necked cranes,'
(Arnold).

"But such a tide as moving seems asleep."
(Tennyson).

u r I

I. Saturday No picnic in "Fool's Paradise" this year, but something which surprised
all parties concerned a HOLIDAY !

2. Sunday Result of the dissipation of a holiday: too few at Sunday School to have

classes.

3. Monday Freshmen entertain Juniors in Ireland, Japan, Spain, Holland, France

and the United States. Sophs jealous, but nothing to be done.

4. Tuesday Some of the Juniors fail to show up at classes.

6. Thursday Academy plays, "To Meet Mr. Thompson" and "The Bull Terrier

ind the Baby."
9. Sunday Miss Sturgess' canary bird is indisposed.
10. Monday Yearly performance of alumnae, "Living Pictures."
12. Wednesday Rejoicing in psychology, ethics and Bible. Mr. Armstrong has gone

to Presbytery.
1 4. Friday All hands to work, clothes baskets, wheelbarrows and aprons we moved

into the new library.
16. Sunday Early morning serenade by the white winged Easter angels (?)

1 7. Monday Allie Candler entertained the Propylean Literary Society at a beautiful

reception. Excellent presentation of "As You Like It" by the Mnemosynean
Literary Society. ,

2 1 . Friday New student government officers elected.

26. Wednesday Freshmen go to see the wonderful parade of old Confederate Soldiers,

feelmg it their duty on account of a holiday.

27. Thursday The Georgia Electric Railway Co. send the first car on their private

line between Agnes Scott and the Auditorium, for Grand Opera has begun.

28. Friday Dr. Arbuckle forgets his geology class.

29. Saturday The long expected educational inspector arrived today. Consternation

among faculty and students.

30. Sunday Dr. Sweet's office crowded with excuse-seekers. Marvelous tales of Af-

rica from an old Agnes Scott girl, Bessie Sentelle Martin. ,

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Monday May day but no may-pole dances in the rain.

Tuesday Hot discussion in arbitrary committee of the two societies. Miss Louise
Wells insisted that debaters shall stand with right foot advanced four and three-
fourths inches, left hand held firmly, palm inward, at left side a"d eyes fixed stead-
ily on Dr. Armistead, who shall stand in the rear of the chapel.

Wednesday Startling case of measles devloped in Junior class. Tennis tourna-
ment progresses.

Saturday Invitations out for the Junior banquet.

Monday Moonlight nights enjoyed by all. Excellent opportunities for "crushes."

Wednesday Last day of classes for the semester.

Thursday Lamentations! Exams! "Woe is we."

Saturday Geology chase bugs and rocks through unheard-of stages.

Wednesday And again I say recitals!

Eleanor P.: "Colie, you know anybody who's going to that musical?"
Eleanor C. : "No, but I heard the organ going."

Thursday Academy cantata for the fortunate ones.

Friday Junior banquet event of the year.

Saturday Class day. Sprig of ivy planted by the new library.

Sunday Stately procession headed by the black-robed Seniors marches to church
in Decatur. P. M. Seniors hold forth at Y. W. C. A.
-Monday The cats are turned loose Glee Club!

Tuesday Eventful day. The common herd feasted on chicken salad at twelve.
The quaking Seniors enter the dining hall on the arms of their predecessors at two
o'clock and feasting and drinking lasts till five-thirty. Word fight, commonly
called "Debate, " ensues between the two societies, under the valiant leadership
of Miss L. K. Sloan, the "Props" come out on top. Pellissier, ethics, trig, and
a few other beloved books are fondly cast into the seething flames by the Seniors.

Wednesday All-day speaking and dinner on the grounds. All the Seniors get their
tassels twisted. Eight speeches from the four corners of the earth. Dr. Gaines
gets the keys and now all the new buildings can be locked.
Fare thee well ! Fare thee well !
Tears, idle tears !

26. Friday Home! All sleep late and have breakfast in bed, a college girl's ideal.
June Agnes Scott delegation sails for parts unknown. Agnes Scott represented
at various University commencements. She also does not fail to have a fair rep-
resentation at the Asheville Summer Conference.
24. July Agnes Scott foreign delegation hold quite a reunion in Germany.

August Usual summer flirtation at the seaside and in the mountains (no visible
results, however) .

12-15. September Dressmakers and dentists patronized. Supplies of soap, tooth paste,
powder and writing material. Fathers wonder if such things can not be bought
in the great Atlanta.

15. Friday (At A. S. C.) Brushes and sapolio appear.

1 6. Saturday Little purple and white badges sent out to be pinned on the left shoulder
to catch Mr. Bachman.

17. Sunday (At Home). "Ae fond kiss and then we sever,
Ae fond kiss, alas! forever!"

I 9. Tuesday Vacation ended.

Farewell, vain world, with all thy joys !
Farewell to home, farewell to boys!
Decreed it is that we must part,
(Ah, hush thee now, thou tell-tale heart)
Asundered ways from this loved spot.
You to Georgia, I to Agnes Scott.
Farewell vain world with all thy joys !
Farewell to home, farewell to boys !

I 9. Tuesday Julia Piatt Smith and Ruth Slack arrive on the scene to help Dr. Gaines
open college.

20. Wednesday Under the "protecting arm," the Virginia delegation arrive on the

early morning tram.

21. Thursday More new girls! Formal opening of the session. Freshmen are re-

quested to bring handkerchiefs when they appear before the classification.

7.2. Friday Entrance exams begin.

23. Saturday Several girls move into the main building. Regular classes meet.

Y. W. C. A. reception. Mr. Olivier makes his debut in Agnes Scott society.

24. Sunday The Decatur boys begin attending church again.

25. Monday Astronomy class begins with a comet fatal sign!

26. Tuesday The pens of German 2 are dumb before Miss Trebein's fluency. Y. W.

C. A. lawn party.

27. Wednesday "Y. W." rushing waxes exciting.

28. Thursday Onslaught begins in dead earnest. "Newies" fed by the M. L. S.

29. Friday Further feeding for the "newies" by P. L. S.

30. Saturday No rest for the "newies," M. L. S. "prom."

'Tis certainly true

'Tis lonely to be new.

But

There's entrance exams

For which one crams ;

And

Rushing's quite a bore.

To walk up the floor

And

Right down again.

Walk, walk, without end.

Then

Sunday thoughts of ma.

And we away so far!

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Sunday Rushing transferred to church and Y. W. meeting.

Monday Again the "rushees" are rushed. They make their last appearance at
the P. L. S. prom.

Tuesday Mr. Maclean requests Miss Hopkins to forbid screammg in the society
halls.

Wednesday Final decision ! M. L. S. ? P. L. S. ?

Friday Biology class begins their grasshopper chase.

Saturday The new girls make their formal introduction into society.

Monday Why is a Freshman like a watermelon? Soph: Because she's green
outside and fresh inside. Evidently the Sophs didn't consider her green enough
for they painted the Freshmen green in the wee small hours but forgot the tur-
pentine.

Little drops of turpentine.
Little drops of paint.
Make a cunning Freshmen
Out of one that ain't.

Tuesday Freshmen have rattlers and bibs for breakfast,
spent the night in Room 39.

Wednesday Cautious Sophs arise at four to be on the watch,
men sleep on.

Thursday Astronomy class ascend the ladder to the "observatory" on Science
Hall roof.

Saturday Miss Colton makes her farewell address to the girls before her depar-
ture to Korea.

Monday Propyleans delightfully entertained by Allie Candler. Freshmen have
a white-robed parade and dance around a witch's fire. Dr. Patton calls up to
know if there's anything the matter.

Wednesday Fresh vs. Soph in baseball. Sophs beat 11 to 10.

Thursday What'Il happen next? Agnes Scott girls go to see "Madame Sherry."

Friday Senior class wax enthusiastic among their pots and pans.

Monday Miss Berry talks of the mountain school.

Tuesday Younger members of faculty substitute theatre for faculty meeting.

Thursday Anne McLane and May Joe Lott wish to drop astronomy. Mr. Olivier
objects.

Saturday Alabama football boys take possession of A. S. C. parlors.

Twenty-four Freshmen
Innocent Fresh-

1 . Wednesday The astonomy class again make a graceful ascent to gaze at the
heavenly bodies.

3. Friday Cornelia Cooper cut her English 6 class.

5. Sunday L. S. "crushed to the earth;" here's hoping she'll "rise again."

7. Tuesday Inman Hall converted into a manse.

8. Wednesday Preachers take the place. Agnes opens her arms by a reception.

I 1 . Saturday Ninuzza calls on Miss Markley.

1 3. Monday Miss Hopkins announces in dining hall that if any one has any old
clothes to please take them to Miss Anna Colqnitt.

14. Tuesday Miss Hopkins lectures to college girls according to Robert Herrick's
theme, "There's not a budding boy or girl this day but is got up."

20. Monday Miss Sawtelle and Mr. Olivier chaperone a party of teachers and girls to

Stone Mountain.

21. Tuesday First meeting of "Deutsche Gesellschaft. " Nellie Fargason escapes

through the window.

22. Wednesday Annual staff threatened with popularity.

27. Monday dinner.

Is this a fast, to keep

The larder lean

And clean
From fat of veals and sheep?

28. Tuesday Aesthetic gymnastics begin. Guaranteed to make a stick graceful.

30. Thursday Turkey day. Miss Sturgess arises to the occasion and general rejoic-
ing ensues. Centerpieces of fruit borne away to the orphans.
A box from home.

Some cake and meat ;
A sigh, a groan
Then Doctor Sweet!

1 . Friday The Senior class, they made some cake.
All on a winter's day,
And put it in the stove to bake.
And there they let it stay.

But when the cake was broken

Miss Richardson did cry:
'Tis tougher than whit-leather;

Eat it and you will die! "

4. Monday "Deutsche Gesellschaft" again holds a convocation.

5. Mr. Olivier's numerous questions startle his students.

9. Saturday Match basket ball game of season. Score: Seniors 36 vs. Juniors
I 0. Sophs I I vs. Freshs, 1 4. Miss Sawtelle entertains teams afterward.
In the hours of night.
Freshmen dressed in white;
Shouting o'er the game
Danced around the flame
Until Miss Hopkins came.
Then the Freshmen all in white
Betook themselves to flight.
1 3. Wednesday Arrival of an Agnes Scott granddaughter Marie Randolph Mc-
Afee.
15. Friday Seniors don their caps and gowns under the auspices of Dr. Gaines and

Miss Richardson.
I 6. Saturday Christmas shopping begins. Kresses' popular. Mnemosynean Society

present "Mid Summer Night's Dream."
i 8. Monday Faculty delightfully entertained by home economics class. German Club

Christmas tree.
1 9. Tuesday Packing in full sway.
20. Wednesday All off for the holidays.

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3. Wednesday Sad return to prison walls. Girls talk all night relating Christmas

conquests.

4. Thursday Classes begin.

Backward, turn backward ! O time on your way,
Make it Christmas again just for to-day!

7. Sunday Ground all covered with snow. Girls going to church have to have pro-

tection from Decatur boys. Snow men spring up like mushrooms.

8. Monday "Fire! Fire! Pour on water!" Excitement when the brigade was called

out ; but they went back to bed and the house burned down.

I 3. Saturday Another beautiful world of snow. Maud Gary m her glory again.

1 6. Tuesday Last classes for the first semester.

17. Wednesday Exams! Exams!

1 7-27. No news in Agnes Scott world save news of private interest failure or flunk.

25. Thursday Can't get ahead of Inman. They had to have a fire, too, even if it was
the White House.

27. Saturday Steam let off by means of the Y. W. kid party.
Little Freshie gladly sings.
Exec's untied its apron strings!
She can go to town alone.
Go without a chaperon!

2. Friday (Mr. Dieckmann coming in for rehearsal plays softly on the organ) :
"What ails this sound?
It dances, jumps around
As if some spirit fell
Had on it cast enchanted spell!"

Then to the organ door he hied
And the organ lock he tried ;
"What! Locked?" cried he,
"Into it surely then I'll see."

14.
15.
22.

With efforts sure, he ope'd the door.
And mounted to the second floor ;
Aghast he stood. "Well, I do tell !
Live spirits in the swell!"

Saturday "The Box of Monkeys" is opened and proves the greatest success yet
achieved on the Agnes Scot stage. Mr. Dieckmann is the graceful recipient of a
beautiful bouquet. Emma Pope Moss and Ruth Slack get in free.

Sunday Suspicious smoke discovered in several Rebekah Scott rooms.

Tuesday Delegation off to Chattanooga. Marion Black, Lily Joiner and Hazel
Pettingell manifest the true convention habit.

Thursday Home economics class visits Nunnally's and the superintendent rashly
said, "Help yourself to candy."

Wednesday Valentine parties abound.

Annual Staff grows gray headed in a day.

Thursday George Washington Scott's birthday a holiday for his granddaugh-
ter, Agnes. Sophomores entertain the Seniors.

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Athletic Association

Base Ball Team

LINE UP

Catcher Nell Clark

First Base Anna Colquitt

Second Base Mary Champe

Short Stop ZOLLIE McArTHUR

Third base Charlotte Jackson

Right Field Katherine Kennedy

Left Field .... Kathleen Kennedy

Pitcher .... Grace Harris

Coach . . Mr. Johnson

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Ruth Slack j

Antoinette Blackburn j

I Centers

May Joe Lott j

Marie MacIntyre )

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Fannie G. Mayson j

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Junior Basket Ball Team

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Eleanor Pinkston
Mary Enzcr
Tlcrence Smith
Annie Webb
Mary Louise Maness
Lily Joiner

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Sophomore Basket Ball Team

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Grace Harris I

Helen Brown j

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Mary Champe I

Margaret Brown (3ub)

Katherine Kennedy )

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Mary Pittard I

Charlotte Jackson (Sub)

Freshman Basket Ball Team

Lois Cunningham

Maud Gary

Mary Helen Schneider

Katherine Parker

Ruth Cofer

Annie Irwin

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Two Visits

Little Miss Freshie (may her sins decrease)!

Awoke one night from a dream of peace

And saw within the candle-light of her room

Making it sad like a day of gloom,

"Chape" writing in the book of doom.

Exceeding fear had made Miss Freshie bold,

And to the presence in the room she said,

"What writes! thou?" Now "Chape" then raised her head.

And with a look of "restrictions" accord,

Answered, "The names of those who offend the law.

"And is mine one?" said Freshie. "Yea, 'tis so.

Replied the "Pres." Fresh spoke more low

But cherrily still, "I pray you then.

Write me as one who in the least offends.

Then Chape wrote and vanished. The next night

She came again with great awakening light

And showed the names of those with restrictions blessed.

And lo! Maid Freshman's name led all the rest.

LiDlE TORREY MiNTER.

In Ethics Class: Why is Nellie Fargason so fond of repealing the
word obligate? Can you guess?

To My Alarm Clock

Upon the chair beside my bed
The faithful alarm clock stands.
My clock, a trusty friend to be.
With steady, oul-strelched hands.
And the tie that binds us each to each
Is strong as iron bands.

Week in, week out, e er morning light

You can hear his jolly ring.

You can hear him sing his shrilly song

The length of every wmg.

At half-past four, from my deep sleep

I am startled by his ding.

Chilling, thrilling, stilling
Round and around he goes.
He wakes me to another task;
To-day it's Latin prose.
It must be done e'er breakfast
At the expense of a night s repose.

I reckon (hanks is due to ihee
For the lessons thou hast made;
Thus do we toil at A. S. C.
With the faithful alarm clock's aid;
Thus do we burn the mid-nighl oil
And rise e er the night stars fade.

From the Glee Club

Model Cirls of A. S. C.
We are heroines of this story true

Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C.
Models of decorum, examples to you

Oh the model girls of A. S. C.
We never broke a rule or regulation

Don't know what it is to flunk examination
All of our virtues defy tabulation

Oh, the model girls of A. S. C.

We are so industrious we love to work

Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C.
None of our duties do we ever shirk

Oh! the model girls of A. S. C.
Studying is always our chief occupation

Not enough to do is our worst tribulation
We ve no time for men in our calculation

Oh, the model girls of the A. S. C.

We never eat indigestible messes

Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C.
We never wear those horrid hobble dresses

Oh the model girls of A. S. C.
After lights we never, never get a knock

We are the joy and comfort of the Proc
Our dear Miss Hopkins we never shock

Oh the model girls of A. S. C.

This of our story is the short and long
Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C

This is the end of our little song
Oh the model girls of A. S. C.

We always act just as we're besought to

And if you doubt this, well then you ought to

Because we are model girls of A. S. C.

The Freshman and the Yeast

Along came a Freshman to Agnes Scolt
Sing-song, Killy-hitchy-ki-me-o
Of knowledge and power she sought not
Slng-Song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o

The first assignment was a regular course
Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o
At first she tried then cned herself hoarse
Sing-song, Kilty-hitchy-ki-me-o

She went to Lab. in Domestic Science
Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o
To try her hand at "food appliance"
Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o

One cup of flour, a pinch of salt

Of yeast four cakes (or so she thought)

Then knead all day and leave to rise

The next day came nib with a good surprise.

The rolls looked great and Freshie did eat

Sing-song, Kitty-hilchy-ki-me-o

But oh those four big cakes of yeast

(Spoken)
Given four cakes of yeast to one girl to prove;
The result, (sack is blown up).

They buried poor Freshie up in a tree
Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o
That others passing, the martyr might gee.
Sing-song, Kilty-hitchy-ki-me-o

And Their Names were Maude

Once on a lime at Agnes Scolt

Freshie Maude Gary and Freshie Maude Loll,

Who'd never seen snow unlil thai day.

Went oul together to romp and play.

On Rebekah Scott porch they made a snow man

And dressed him all up so spick and so span

In full evening dress (except his red hat.)

And there on the porch many a day he sat ;

Till out at last came the cruel sun

And spoiled what these Freshies had done.

A Parody

A fool there was and she did not think

(Even as you and 1.)
Of the toil and the oil and the pots of ink,
Of marks and how ihey needs must sink.
And she took Arm's Comp. as quick as a wink

(Even as you and I.)

Oh, the hours we waste and the tears we waste.

And the work of our head and hand.
Belong to the course we can not do,
(Which now we know we never can do)
And never can understand.

Of the toil we lost, mid-night oil we lost.

And the excellent things we planned;
Arm says, "do you think they are really worth whil
And now we know they are not worth while.
And we wonder where we'll land.

And it isn't the shame and it isn't the blame

Thai slings like a while-hot brand.
It's coming to know that we've got to hop
And wrile for that course we can not drop.

Why? we can not understand.

Azellc

HE lives in the storm, in the very stormiest part of it. She is the only white-
ness to be found in all the deep darkness, but Azella controls it as she
does everything and in her power lies its deep mightiness. To find her
all other things must be put aside ; you must think of her only and then
sometimes she comes.

Often and when I need her most she will come and whisper that she, and she only,
loves me truly. And I well, always I have loved her and reverenced the very fierceness
that brings her, that talks of her, that soothes me. I whisper her name ; she is near me
and I am strong.

Last night I needed her. I wanted her terribly. The thunder pealed, the lightning
flashed, but there was no Azella. Somehow I could not get my mind off of other things
enough to think of her only. I was disappointed and discouraged, for the storm was nearly
over and I had not found her. But I did not give up Azella despises that. "Ah,
Azella, if I could tell you. If you could only know."

Then suddenly I saw her not as she usually was, but somehow I knew her; it was
my Azella. She was all red and dazzling and flashed into my dream, even more real^
to me than ever before.

"Now, I'm going to show you my real self; it is not white, but red, true red."

Then she came closer and I could see into the truest part of her it was all as real and
vivid and decided as the scarlet of her. And I knew as I had never known before that
I loved her far above anything or any one. Then I saw that she was more to me than
a childish fancy, more than favorite fairness more even than the mere spirit that lived
in the storm. She saw that I knew; it was what she had waited for.

"I'm going out of your sight. But not from your mind; not from your life. I'll
come, and I am yours, only yours. And you are mine."

But Azella waited not for an answer. She, too, had looked deep down into my soul,
as I into hers. She fled on the wheels of the storm. But as she went a great breath
of perfume came back to me it was real, enchanting, strong, even; yes, it was the
scarlet fragrance the storm breathed back for me, for Azella.

LiDIE TORREY MiNTER, '14.

Directory

St., Winslon-

Adams, Bertha, Pine Apple, Ala.

Anderson, Beverley, 209 Madison St., Lynchburg,

Va.
Anderson, Grace L., Decalur, Ga
Anderson. Margaret, 23 S. Cher

Salem, N. C.
Anderson, Mary, Bprnesville, Ga.
Ashcraft, Jean, Monroe, N. C.

Baker, Katherine, 208 Madison St., Lynchburg, Va.

Beach, Alice, Springfield, Tenn.

Bedinger, Mary, 51 Waddell St., Atlanta, Ga.

Black, Marion, 221 S. Court St., Montgomery, Ala.

Blackburn, Antoinette, 489 Spring St., Atlanta. Ga.

Blair, Lottie May, Monroe, N. C.

Blair, Nell, Gadsden, Ala.

Blue, Ruth, Union Springs, Ala., and 629 Pied-
mont Ave., Atlanta, Ga.

Bogacki, Olivia, 34 Commerce St., Monlgomery,
Ala.

Bomer, Cherry, Vicksburs, Miss.

Bosi, Myrah, 314 Lake Ave., Atlanta, Ga.

Brenner, Martha, 1363 Broad St., Augusta, Ga.

Briesenick, Gertrude, 509 G St., Brumwick, Ga.

Brightwell, Nell, Decatur, Ga.

Brovi'er, Anne, Newnan, Ga.

Brown, Edithe, Dothan, Ala.

Brown, Elizabeth, Paragould, Ark.

Brown, Helen, 535 Vine St., Chatlanooja, Tenn.

Brown, Margaret, 535 Vine St., Chattanooga, Tenn.

Brown, Mary, Stamps, Ark.

Brown, Ruth, Decatur, Ga.

Bryan, Annie Pope, Decatur, Ga.

Bryan, Mary, 623 S. 22d St., Birmingham, Ala.

Bulgin, Elizabeth, Franklin, N. C.

Candler, AUie, Druid Hills, Ga.

Champe, Mary, Lexington, Va.

Chason, Maude, Bainbridge, Ga.

Clarke, Kate, 418 Alabama St., Montgomery, Ala.

Clarke, Nell, 219 Ellis St., Augusta, Ga.

Cobbs, Theodosia, 16 Iberville St., Mobile, Ala.

Cofer, Ruth, 61 Oak St., Atlanta. Ga.

Colquitt, Anna, Mulberry, Fla.

Converse, Harriet, Valdosla, Ga.

Cooper, Cornelia, 155 Peoples St., Atlanta, Ga.

Crosswell, Mary, Greenville, S. C.

Cunningham, Lois, 787 Ca'der A\e., Beaumont, Tex.

Curry, Mae, Valdosta, Ga.

Daley, Lucile, 228 Grant BIdg.,
Duke, Edna, Heflin. Ala.
Dukes, Frances, Quitman, Ga.
Duncan, Beth, Elberton, Ga.
Dunwoody, Cornelia, Kirkwood,
DuPree, Nell, Hawkinsville, Ga

Atla

Elkins, Willie Mae, Locust Grove, Ga.
Enzor, Mary, Troy, Ala.

Fargason, Nellie, 45 Poplar Circle, Atlanta, Ga.

Farmer, Janie, Dothan, Ala.

Flegal, Irene, Monte Sano, Augusta, Ga.

Fort, Mary Dudley, Americus, Ga.

Frierson, Everette, Andalusia, Ala.

Fuller, Sallie Belle, 85 E. Merritts Ave., Atlanta,

Ga.
Gary, Maude, 718 Greene St., Augusta, Ga.
Gully, Annie, 2608 7th St., Meridian, Miss.

Hall, Martha, Adel, Ga.
Hall, Minnie, Columbus, Ga.

1, Ethel, No. 5, Box 165, Atlanta, Ga.
,, Jessie, Elba, Ala.
lilton, Mary, Lexington, Va.
sell, Sarah, Thomasville, Ga.
Mifnon, Calhoun, Ga.

423 Lexington Ave., Ft. Smith,

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Harla

Harper, Lil

Ark.

Harris, Grace, 912 Government St., Mobile, Ala.
Harris, Mary, 912 Government St., Mobile, Ala.
Harris, Lucile, 101 N. 19th St., Ft. Smith, Ark.
Heaton, Genevieve, Decalur, Ga.
Henderson, Joyce, Monticello, Ga.
Herron, Sammie, Trezevant, Tenn.
Hicks, Ruth, Dublin, Ga.

Hill, Rosa, 616 Washington St., Greenville, S. C.
Holmes, Mildred. Sylvester, Ga.
Houser, Margaret, Anniston, Ala.
Huff, Gladys, 215 15th St., Columbus, Ga.
Hutcheson, Louise, Decatur, Ga.
Hyer, Mary, Orlando, Fla.

Irvin, Anme, 348 Telfair St., Augusta, Ga.

lackson, Charlotte, Tuscumbia. Ala.
Jenkins, Annie Tait, Crystal Springs, Miss.
Joerg, Lusetle, Columbus, Ga.
Joiner, Lily, Hawkinsville, Ga.
Jones, Emma, Decatur, Ga.

Kill, Mary Frances, Pa-cagoula, Miss.
Kelly, Annis, Vienna, Ga.
Kelly, Mary, Monticello, Ga.
Kelly, Martha, Monticello. Ga.
Kennedy, Kathleen, Pulaski, Tenn.
Kennedy, Katherine, Brick CSurch, Tenn.
King, Sallie Mai, Elklon, Tenn.

Lee, Virginia, Monroe, N. C.

Link, Mary Lawson, Abbeville, S. C.

Lott, May Joe, 827 Union St., Brunswick, Ga

Lott, Maude, 827 Union St., Brunswick, Ga.

Maddox, Lula, 6701 Walker Ave., Birmingham,

Ala.
Maness, Mary Louise, Decatur, Ga.
Marcus, Fannie, 122 Park Ave., W., Savannah, Ga.
Mayson, Fannie, 274 Ponce de Leon, Atlanta, Ga.
Meek, Mabel, Warren, Ark.

Miller, Linda, 461 W. Peachtree, Atlanta, Ga.
Minler, Lid.e, Lyler, Ala.
Montgomery, Annie, Yazoo City, Miss.
Montgomery, Florence, Yazoo City, Miss.
Montgomery, Hallie Earle, 827 S. 30th St., Bir-

mmgham, Ala.
Moon, Leonelle, Cartersv.lle, Ga.
Morgan, Roberta, Heflin, Ala.
Moss, Emma Pope, Marietta, Ga.
Murray, Ruth, Newnan, Ga.

McAllister, Beatrice, Lavonia, Ga.
McArthur, Louise, Mount Vernon, Ga.
McArthur, Zollie, Fort Valley, Ga.
McConnell, Ethel, Commerce, Ga.
McDowell, Gertrude, Griffin, Ga.
McElmurray, Ruth, Waynesboro, Ga.
McEnlire, Rachel, Cartersville, Ga.
MacGaughey, Jame, 66 Oak St., Atlanta. Ga.
McGmre, Mildred, Franklin, N. C.
Maclntyre, Marie, 95 Peeples St., Atlanta, Ga.
McKay, Ethel, 560 Orange St., Macon, Ga.
McLane, Annie Chapin, corner Spring and Brain-
ard, Pensacola, Fla.

McLarty, Anna, Decalur, Ga.

McMath, Louise, 1514 2d Ave., Columbus, Ga.

McMillan, Gladys, Pensacola, Fla.

McMillan, Louise, Acworth, Ga.

McNully, Louise, Dawson, Ga.

Naive, Lucy, 219 Marion St., Clarksville, Tenn.

Newton, Janette, Gabbettville, Ga.

Norris, Joe, Hoopeston, 111.

Norwood, Isabel, 520 S. Perry St., Montgomery,

Ala.
Nuzum, Julia, 920 Greensboro Ave., Tuscaloosa,

Ala.

Oberlev, Louise, McRae, Ga.

Parker, Catherine, 353 W. Peachtree St., Atlanta,

Ga.
Pettingell, Hazel, 1923 Monroe St., Toledo, Ohio
Pinkston, Eleanor, Greenville, Ga.
Pittard, Mary, WinlerviUe, Ga.
Powes, Mary, Warren, Ark.

Rawlings, Mary. Sandersville, Ga.

Reid, Grace, Palmetto, Ga.

Richardson, Kale, Rayle, Ga.

Roberts, Essie, Fairburn, Ga.

Roberts, Margaret, Valdosta, Ga.

Roberts, Mary Glenn, Canton, Ga.

Rogers, Hazel. Panola, Ala.

Rogers, Janie, Gainesville, Ala.

Rogers, Martha, 350 W. Peachtree St., Atlanta,

Ga.
Rudich, Pearl, Hawkinsville, Ga.

Sadler, Almedia, Sheffield, Ala.

Scarborough, Lucile, Choccolocco, Ala.

Schimelpfenig, Louise, Piano, Texas.

Schneider, Mary Helen, Adams Block, Chattanooga,

Tenn.
Seymour, Ninuzza, 435 S. Court St., Montgomery,

Ala.
Slack, R:uth, LaGrange, Ga.
Slade, Mary, Columbus, Ga.
Sloan, Lavaletle, 246 McCallie Ave., Chattanooga,

Tenn.
Smith, Florence, 238 W. Peachtree, Atlanta, Ga.
Smith, Helen, Wauchula, Fla.
Stackhouse, Mary, Americus, Ga.
Staples, Jean, 528 Richmond Ave., Buffalo, N. Y.
Stratford, Louise, 97 Capitol Square, Atlanta, Ga.
Stearns, Carol, 29 Bellone St., Worcester, Mass.
Summers, Katherine, Barnesville, Ga.
Swaney, Frances, 401 High St., Chattanooga, Tenn.
Sykes, Anna, Kianguin, China.

Taylor, Edna, Cochran, Ga.

Terrell, Grace, 95 Stonewall St., Atlanta, Ga.

Towers, Laura Mel, 2019 I3lh Ave., Birmingham,

Ala.
Vick, Lucy, 718 N. I3ih St., Ft. Smith, Ark.

Wade, Mary, Trenton, Tenn.
Walker, Evelyn, Franklin, Ky.
Wallace, Jean, Marietta, Ga.
Warren, Louise, Waynesboro, Ga.
Webb, Annie, 109 E. Broadway, Louisville, Ky.
Wells, Marguerite, 724 Greene St.. Augusta, Ga.
West, Frances, 728 Candler Bldg.. Atlanta. Ga.
West. Mary. Decalur, Ga.
White, Emy, Cartersville, Ga.
White, Lula, 32 Howard St., Atlanta, Ga.
White, Una, 32 Howard St.. Atlanta, Ga.

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College

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offered by best colleges for
men.

Resident students limited to
Three Hundred.

For Catalog, address
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DECATUR, GA.

Have a Care for the Boy.

Mothers:

C We would keep you ever pleasantly in touch
with the Boy's Department at MUSE'S.

C There is much of interest here for you, and for
the boy at all seasons.

C. Just now, the new spring catalog, teeming with
captivating new things, will introduce to you
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Geo. Muse Clothing Co.,

3-5-7 Whitehall Street, Atlanta, Georgia

Toric
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Manufactured
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prevents lashes
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Commercial
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60 Peachtree and 57 N. Broad Streets

Atlanta, Georgia

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Special Attention to College Work
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IN selecting a present, your thought-
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Jno. L. Moore & Sons

Makers of Kryptok, Luxfel,
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most comfortable and dressy
glasses made.

42 North Broad Street
Grant Building, Atlanta

Chamberlin - Johnson
DuBose Company

STANDS for the same high kind
of service as AGNES SCOTT
COLLEGE. Our fields are dif-
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training young women to the best
ways of living a high and splen-
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ie Opposite the fs
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7%ep are the
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Look for name in a Red Seal on the back

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Women's and Misses'

Ready-to-Wear
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Millinery and Corsets
51-53 Whitehall Street

Not "how much"Z?w^ "how good"

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Reliable Druggists Atlanta, Georgia

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57-61 Whitehall Street
Atlanta, Georgia

Bell Phones 119 and 132
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Telephones Ivv S-41 and hni 21
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Deco-Mura

The New Sanitary Wall Finish

Manufactured by

The Tripod Paint Company

Dealers in Paints, Oils, Wall Paper, etc.

37-39 N. Pryor St.. ATLANTA. GA.

Bell Phone 1576 Main
Atlanta Phone 1654

Roundtree Trunk and
Bag Company

W. Z. Turner, Manager

11 Whitehall Street

A. McD. Wilson. Pres. F. W. Bradt. Mgr

A. R. Barth. Sec'it-Treas.

A. Med. Wilson Co.
Wholesale Grocers

Phone 804
55 and 57 East Alabama St.
Atlanta, Georgia

Southern Colleges

Nearly all of those which issue hand-
somely engraved Anniversaru and
Comment ement Invitations are
having them done by a Southern
firm, who are doing very artistic work.

IVe refer to

J. P. STEVENS, of Atlanta, Ga.

Invitation committees would do well to obtain their
prices and samples before placing their orders

Choicest
Cut Flowers
and Bouquets
in the Citp

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Bell Phone Ivy 4969
Atlanta Phone 2712

Kodak Films Developed Free

Prints made at regular prices. Quality Ma-
terials. Honest Work. 100 Engraved Cards SI.
Picture Framing, Reasonable Prices. A. S. C.
Pennants and Sofa Pilloivs in stock and
made to order, lennis Racquets and Athletic
Goods. All goods guaranteed. Money refunded.

THE COLLEGE "COOP"

ShellD Ivu, Manager

97 Peachtree Street

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J. Regenstein
Company

M miner g and
Readp-to- Wear
Goods, Veiling
Hosiery, Rib-
bo ns, Neck-
_ wear Novelties

40 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga.

New York Office: 637 Broadway

Headquarters for-

Tennis Goods, Silverware
and Cut Glass

King Hardware Co.

53 Peachtree St.
Atlanta,

87 Whitehall St.
Georgia

Frohsin's

Ladies' Misses' and Children's

Ready-to-Wear Garments

Centenieri Gloves

50 Whitehall St.,

Atlanta, Ga.

Dry Cleaning Dyeing

Special Attention to
Out-of-Town Orders

French Dry Cleaning Co.

JOSEPH MAY & SONS
169 Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga.

Meet Me at

CO\^'S

60 Whitehall

The

Well-Dressed Girl
Wears Weil-Made

SHOES

From

BYCK'S

He'll be glad to see
us. I'll treat to soda

"A Good Drug Store"

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^ Double Daily Electric Lighted Trains between

Atlanta, South Georgia, Brunswick, and Florida.

^ Pullman Sleepers between Atlanta and Waycross
and Atlanta and Thomasville. Pullman Parlor
Dining Cars on Day Trains between
Atlanta and Waycross.

^ Full Information Cheerfully Furnished.

CITY TICKET OFFICE, 70 Peachtree St.
Phones: Bell M. 11 Atlanta 223

W. H. LEAHY, E. H. FELL, W. A. STOKES
G- P- A. A. G. P. A. C. P. &, T. A.

ATLANTA, GEORGIA

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