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THE QUADRANGLE

1921

VOLUME IV.

Published by the Students
of

LaGrange College

LaGrange, Ga.

Index

Pages.

I The College from the Eye of the Camera 1-22

II Classes 22-50

III Organizations 51-66

IV Literary Section 67-73

V Clubs 75-85

VI Reminiscences 85-89

VII Vanity Fair 91-96

VIII Directory and Conclusion 97-102

Foreword

IN THIS VOLUME OF THE "QUADRANGLE" WE HAVE TRIED
TO PORTRAY THE ATMOSPHERE AND PROGRESSIVE SPIRIT
OF LAGRANGE COLLEGE AT THE PRESENT AS RELATED
TO ITS GLORIOUS TRADITIONS OF YEARS PAST.
ALTHOUGH THIS MAY NOT SEEM COMPLETE, AL-
THOUGH LACKING IN MANY THINGS THAT MIGHT
ADD TO ITS SUCCESS IT IS OURS AND OUR
BEST WITH ALL THE LOYALTY AND HOPE
FOR THE CONTINUING GREATNESS OF
OUR ALMA MATER.

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(Ho our brloorb prrsibrnt, Mr. W. IE.
(HliomoBOu, woo ta a faithful anb uattrot
frumb, un\ tltr atubrntfl of lGa(&rauur
(Eollpge, brbtrate tljta, tor fourtlj uolumr
of to? uabrauglr," toua rxurraBtuo, our
rrBprrt anb abmtrattou.

William E. Thompson

Tlere one steeps anb rea&s an& listens to lectures, ooes
"9?m" or swims, but ma? not eat ^>l)e IHawkes ^&uiloina,.

^Pt)ere we are supposed to be "seen and not fyearo " Ipaviors.

Jfull of sound and smells, but signifying something.
Conservatory and ^Laboratories.

"Z\ tl)ins of beaut? is a jo? forever." Olje Quaorangl*.

Faculty

0. B. Lowman

A.B. University of Virginia
Dean and Professor of English

Daniel A. Prescott
B.S. Tufts College
Professor of Science

Clifton C. Gray

A.M. Winthrop College, Chicago University
Professor of History and Political Science

Alice McFarlane
A.B. Cox College, Peabody Normal and Columbia University
Professor of Latin, and Mathematics

Maidee Smith

A.B. LaGrange College. University of Tennessee, Valparaiso Normal, Emory Uni-
versity, New York School of Philanthropy

Professor of Bible and Religious Education

Christine Broome
A.B. Wesleyan College, Columbia University
Professor of French and Spanish

Mrs. 0. M. Abbott

A.B. LaGrange College, Radcliffe College
Secretary of College

Ada Mildred Gane

Oberlin Conservatory, Fargo Conservatory, Leipsig Conservatorv
Piano and Pipe Organ

Alice B. Hobart

Oberlin Conservatory
Violin

Sara Tatum Reed
LaGrange College
Choral Director

Margaret Bodman

Oberlin Conservatory
Piano

Alwyn Means Smith

A.M. Valparaiso College. New England Conservatory of Music. Royal Conservatory

of Music, Leipsig, Germany

Director of Music and Director of Voice

Annie B. Matney
Radnor College
Director of Art Department

Cora Elizabeth Potter
School of Expression, Boston; New England Conservatory of Music
Director of Expression and Physical Education

Eunice Meadows
A.B. Louisiana State University, Columbia University, Chicago University
English and History in Academic Department

Mrs. Loyd Bradfield
G.A.B. Business College. Macon, Ga.
Secretarial Department

Pearl Elsie Treene
Louisiana State University, Columbia University
Director of Home Economics

Mrs. Carrie Barbour

Dormitory Matron

Mrs. Lena Youngblood

Dining Room Manager

Miss Addie Frazier

Postmistress

Mr. Truitt

Oo our kind and generous benefactor and friend,
who ha* so greatly helped In making possible the
advancement of our "3\.lma 5ttater. we dedicate
tbls tribute.

Student Government Association

OFFICERS

Ruth Baker .
Mabel Cline )

Vice-Presidents

President

Eloise Fullbright \
Lois Brand .
Dora Armistead .

Secretary
Treasurer

To learn to live honorably and unselfishly in a community, and share in the
government, is a part of the broader education for which we are striving, and it is
a duty which we owe to ourselves as well as to our College.

Our association based on the honor system has for its object to teach us to live
wisely, worthily and well, to share life's burdens and responsibilities.

The Business Manager's "If"

(With apologies to Kipling.)

// you would try to print an annual

Without two years in which to do it all,
If in the air you build your many castles

And think not one would ever fall,
If you would base your hopes and aspirations

U pon some printer s lordly boast,
Or risk the luck of your engravings

To some photographer who raves the most;

If you would fill each small but costly page
With portraits of a hundred lovely belles

And so leave not sufficient space to print

The stories that the English IV star tells,

Just have their name and their degree
In full significance or maybe

Compared with Oxford profs and Ph.D.'s;

If you are made the business manager

And promise to put it safely through,
Yet claim to have so many other duties

You cannot do the things that it requires of you.
If till the last you wait to start your annual sway

And yet expect a great and glorious success,
Yours is not an annual nor even bliss

And what is more you'd be a fool, I'd say.

Ruth Baker, '21.

The Quadrangle Staff

Patti Ware .

Mabel White .
Ruth Whatley
Anna Biggers
Frances Verdery
Mary Anderson .
Flora Franklin .
Thllma Chunn
Sara Davis
Rlth Baker .
Vera Baxter .

. Editor-in-Chief

Literary Editor

Art Editor

Club Editor
Vanity Fair Editor
Athletic Association Editor
. . . Y. W. C. A. Editor
Student Government Editor
Advertising Manager
. Business Manager
. Staff Photographer

Ode to Alma Mater

Oh. here's a toast we make to you,
Dear Alma Mater tried and true,
You're best of all schools old or new.
You re best for girls of Georgia.
} our hoary head has long looked down
To mark the progress of the town,
But still you staunchly stand to crown
These red old hills of Georgia.

W e love the ivy on your walls.

We love each book within your halls.

Each little thing about you calls

To us and makes us love you.

W e love the happy cheerful sounds,

The mirth that in your halls resounds,

The peaceful quietness of your grounds,

The serene sky above you.

In Winter we have watched the snow

So softly wrap the town below,

In Spring we've watched your roses blow

Upon your dewy lawns.

In Autumn we have heard the breeze

Go rustling through your lofty trees

And through the mass of golden leaves

We watched the rosy dawns.

And as the time for parting nears,
Here's hope that in the future years
That bring us either smiles or tears
As moments swiftly fly.
That always during life's attack
Whene'er we turn our glances back,
Oh, may we see the "Red and Black"
Forever flying high!

Madelle Green, '24.

Sara Davis, A.B.

LaGrange, Ga.

"/// the category of Nature's charms, there be tiro
which excel all a pleasant smile for everyone and
a sweet melodious voice."

Glee Club '19-'20; '20-'21; A <I> B; Quadrangle
Staff '21.

Sara is always ready; ready to talk about Miss
Tbrelkeld: ready to go somewhere; ready to do
someone a favor; ready to debate; ready and wait-
ing for her 4 'dip."

Patti Ware, A.B.

Macon, Ga.

"An inborn grace that nothing lacked of culture or
appliance,

The warmth of genial courtesy, the calm of self-
reliance."

Executive Board '17-'18; Pres. Irenian Literary So-
ciety '20-'21; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet '17-'18; Editor
Quadrangle '21; T. A. B. S.

For the love o' iMike! What will Patti do? Her
restless enthusiasm and tireless energy are indicative
of an alert mind and a willingness to work.

She is adventurous and fanciful and extremely
romantic.

She dreams beautiful day dreams and her air
castles are marvels of imagination. May these
dreams come true and mav the castles hold all the
happiness that the great adventure entitles.

Kuth Baker, A.B.

Atlanta, Ga.
Diploma in Expression
"Resolved to rule or ruin the state."

Executive Board '19-'20; Treasurer Y. W. C. A.
"20-21: Pres. Junior Class '19-'20; Dramatic Club
'19-'20, '20-'21; Debater '19-'20, '20-'21; Pres. Stu-
dent Body '20-'21; Business Mgr. Quadrangle '21.

Kuth has a very commanding, demanding and
reprimanding personality. She is business manager
of everything on the hill. Although blustering, she
is quite "frank" in what she does and everybody likes
her. "And her head, Love, is full of knowledge of
_nery conceivable thing."

Flora Franklin, A.B.

Athens, Ga.

"The reason firm, the temperate will.
Endurance, foresight, strength and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned
To warn, to comfort and command."

Executive Board '20-'2] ; V.-Pres. Y. W. C. A. '19-
'20; Pres. Y. W. C. A. '20-'21; Sec. Athletic Assn.
'19-'20; Dramatic Club '20-'21 ; Quadrangle Staff
1921 ; Debater '19-'20. '20-'21.

Nowhere can be found a more sincere person than
Flora. She is a delightful combination of social
charm and intellectual ability.

She is very ambitious, but in case her aspirations
in teaching should some day make it too strenuous
an occupation for her, she may seek her fortunes in
the fields of matrimony or should I say in the sea of
romantic adventure. A true lover of nature is Flora
and especially of Blue Ridge.

"Our Mascot"
Hal Thompson

Cora Elizabeth Potter
Sponsor A.B.'s

0! Sponsor of the A.B. Class,
So faithful, kind and true,

You're best of all, both first and last,
Greatest of sponsors, here's to you.

Mrs. 0. M. Abbott
Sponsor Diploma Students

To find one like her you might search
And not find, the whole world thru

She's sponsor of the Special Class,
And she's a SPECIAL sponsor, too.

Ruth Whatley

Helen Ray Mizell

Diploma in Art
LaGrange, Ga.

"A maker of pretty things, and a
friend to all."

Irenian; Art Club; Quadrangle
Staff '2.1.

Ruth is one of the best of our L. C.
girls, and though she stays with us
little on the hill, she is always willing
to do anything for her college. She is
gifted with that rare art of making
everything she can beautiful, and she is
also possessed of an unusually jovial
and kind disposition.

Diploma in Expression

Folkston, Ga.

"When words are few, they are
scarcely spent in vain."

Treas. Student Government '18-'19;
College Basket-ball team '18-'19; Dra-
matic Club '18-'19, '20-'21; Pres. Dra-
matic Club '20-'21; Sec. Irenian Lit-
erary Society '20.

Helen is one of the pioneers of L. C.
She doesn't talk enough for us to get
the information first hand, but tradi-
tion tells us she was "before the war,"
(now I don't say what war). She is
always John-ny on the spot when it
comes to the art of expression. I can't
express it but she can.

Anna Biggers

Lulline Tompkins

Diploma in Voice

Greenville, Ga.

"// to her share some female errors
fall,

Look on her face and you 11 forget 'em
all"

Pres. Mezzofantians '19-'20-'21;
Pres. Glee Club '19-'20; Pres. Senior
Specials '20-'21; V.-Pres. Athletic As-
sociation '20-'21; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet
'19-'20; French Club T9-'20; T. A.
B. S.

Anna is a source of radiant laugh-
ter. Her voice is like a silver bell and
she always raises our "heims" for us.
She looks like a fashion plate, but if
she should ever find herself belated,
despite her dainty loveliness, we'll bet
she'll run or jump the rest of the way.

Diploma in Voice
Dublin, Ga.

"She's all my fancy painted her,

She's lovely, she's divine."

Glee Club '18-19, '19-'20, '20-'21;
T. A. B. S.

Winsome and possessed of a lovable
disposition, yet always interested in
anything that sounds like a good time.
She is no longer the vamp of former
days, but spends most of her time plan-
ning her little bungalow.

Senior Class Poem

''Here's to the Seniors of '21,

Who stand with reluctant feet,
Where the brook of childhood,

And the river of womanhood meet."
We thought we had reached the delta,

And were near in g the blissful sea.
Which from the turmoil of life means shelter.

And from all bondage e'er sets us free.

What a fanciful dream has disturbed us,

For our journey is only begun,
The stream looks fiercer down further,

We see no goal that we've won.
We know not what cliff on the morrow

Shall thrust us astray from our course;
We know not what joy or what sorrow

Shall bring to us better or worse.

Though dark seems our pathway before us,

And our childhood hopelessly gone.
Though no more shall our joys in chorus

Be sung as the class of '21:
Inspired by the friendships we've understood,

As our Alma Mater ideal we don,
We embark on this river of womanhood.

And fearlessly cry, "Sail On!"

Ruth Baker,

Senior Class History

N the fall of the year of 1917, twelve maidens registered in the
Freshman class of LaGrange College as seekers of knowledge.
They soon became famous for their unusual class spirit, and
the great manifestation of this was in the renowned party given
to their sister class on Valentine of that year. Such inter-class fights were
never witnessed on the hill before, as the one following that party, the echoes
of which have resounded throughout the years. The next year the class had
greatly diminished, possibly due to the romantic fever so raging then with
war heroes, just returning from France. The few remaining in school
studied so hard that nothing exciting happened that year.

At the beginning of the third year, only four of the original number
were left to exercise the duties of the Junior, and to enjoy for the first time
those long-coveted privileges. That year, for the first time, was held the
inter-class debate. Although we did not come off with the victor's laurels,
we were not discouraged, for we felt that after all the League of Nations
was not going to be adopted by the United States, even though the judges did
not give us the favored decision. There was also another feature of that
year that has been unparalleled in the college history, that wonderful, yea,
marvelous moonlight picnic on May 8. Who does not thrill with the joyous
memories of that truck-ride, the moon-shine on the river, the bonfire, the
dainty eats, the toasts to the departing Seniors, and most wonderful of all
those messages of love from the many beaux who were allowed to accom-
pany us?

All this made that year seem most wonderful of all to us but the
next year ah, the sublime happiness of being a Senior so near and yet
so far from that degree! And that year, with the four A.B. Seniors, four
diploma girls cast their lot, thus increasing the number as well as merri-
ment of the year. At the inter-class debate that year, we went forth en-
couraged by "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again." The beautiful
loving cup, presented to the history department by Fuller E. Callaway,
crowned the glorious success of the event. Thus we have much over which
to be happy, and our hope is to uphold the ideal of our Alma Mater and
to ever strive to perpetuate its standards of honor and traditions of service.

Patti Ware, '21.

Senior Class Statistics

1VA1UF

HOBBY

A MRTTION

CHARACTER-

Ruth Baker ....

Calling student
body meet-
ings

"Begory"

To make the An-
nual a success

Arguing

Sara Davis

Knocking on room
214

"T-f n hp t i\ tpll vriii

1 a t\ tfi Pan ami
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riliip rilflU'P
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'WpII 1*11 rWWp"

To cross the ocean
on her honeymoon

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1 U 1 1 1 1 1 1

Helen Mizell. . . .

"The Zoo"

"Oh! Oh!"

To express it

Blushing

Lulline Tompkins

Diamonds

"K.now any more
Jokes?"

To have her own
home

Singing

Anna Biccers ....

Widowers

'Swanee"

To make some
widower happy

Giggling

Patti Ware

Mike

"For the love of
Mike"

To have time

Flirting

Ruth Whatley . .

Walking the Street

"Tacky"

To train her thirty
little children

Making pretty
things

Senior Class Prophecy

One afternoon during commencement
of 1921, the Senior class strolled out to
Ferrell's garden our favorite walk for
a last good time together. We were very
light-hearted and talked excitedly about
the evening that would bring to us our
coveted degrees.

As we came to the gazing globe in the
garden, we paused, but lo! we found that
the gazing globe had miraculously changed
into a crystal ball in which we might
read our future. We eagerly gathered
around it, and the first thing we saw was a
picture, very clear and distinct. The
scene was in the auditorium of the college
building. Notes pealed from the old
organ, making a theme of triumphant joy.
We wondered what could be the occasion for such music, when our attention
was drawn to the procession that was making its way down the aisle in
stately, measured tread. We looked at each other in astonishment as we
realized that we ourselves made up the procession. At last we had our
wish "to see ourselves as ithers see us!" We saw our degrees delivered
to us, after which we passed out of the hall into life. The walls of the
auditorium echoed a strain of sadness from the joyous music, as if loathe
to give up its daughters. We stood quiet for a few minutes, thinking on
this scene. Then Patti said:

"Oh, girls, don't you wonder what we will be doing ten years from

9"

now :

Ruth broke in excitedly: "Look in the crystal."

As we looked, we saw a beautiful garden in which a man and woman
walked hand in hand. We recognized Helen as we heard her say: "Thee
knows I love thee, friend John!" We looked at Helen who was blushing
but looked quite happy.

We next saw a handsome, though gloomy-looking man standing in a
drawing room. Some of the guests murmured, "He has not been happy
since his wife died ten years ago." But even as he spoke, his gloom was
dispelled, and a smile beamed on his face. We looked in the direction he
had turned, and saw a beautiful woman approaching. By her endearing
smile of old, we knew it was Anna, still bringing joy to the hearts of
widowers.

Then we saw an office, in one corner of which cartoons were being

....

tossed on the floor with amazing rapidity. Three office boys were trying to
stack them. We looked to see the machine that produced these cartoons,
when we saw the angle of the picture turn and Ruth Whatley was sitting
over a desk with her pencil moving rapidly. She evidently received her
training as art editor of the Quadrangle of 1921.

Now a huge rock projecting high above a river appeared before us.
On the banks of the river stooped Patti gathering forget-me-nots. We heard
her explain to a friend that they had grown there after her last lover had
lost his life from Lover's leap broken-hearted because she had refused
his love. She sighed: "All for the love of Mike!"

There appeared before us a bungalow that won our heart. As we were
given a glimpse inside, we heard a low, sweet song. The song was a lullaby
and we knew that Lulline was happy in her own home.

The crystal now pictured the private office of John D. Rockefeller, and
we recognized Ruth Baker as she insisted on telling him that she had to
have some money. "Why I'm running for the senate against Tom Watson,
on the Hoke Smith platform. I've got to have it." Seeing him give her a
check, we sighed, "Poor man!" We knew how helpless he was before
Ruth's demand for money.

There next appeared a man standing beneath a vine-clad window play-
ing soft strains of music on a guitar, and singing in a tenor voice. We ex-
pected him to be handsome even to the point of god-like appearance, but
most truthfully he was not. We looked in the window above him and saw
Sara Davis casting a rose down to the serenader, and we knew that the
troubadour's tenor voice had won her heart.

We then saw pictured a chain of mountains with a large white building
in the valley below. Immediately, we recognized Blue Ridge. On the
higher mountains we saw dimly a person gazing at the sunset. Without
looking closer, we knew that it was Flora again on Mount Mitchell.

We were still dreaming of the glimpses we had seen of our futuxe,
when we heard Sara say in a disconsolate voice:

"I always said I could love any man who could sing tenor, but I hoped
that he would be good-looking!"

With that the spell was broken, and we laughingly started back to the

old college hill. Flora Franklin, '21.

Thelma Chunn

Americus, Ga.
"And one I know, whom to look on is to love."

Elizabeth Clark

LaGrange, Ga.

"Presence of mind, and courage in distress,
Are more than armies to procure success."

Margaret McDonough
Bolton, Ga.

"Into the air, shall her sparks of glory fly."

Mabel Cline
Waleska, Ga.
"Her wit is mingled with the subtlest wisdom.

Ara Hayes
Decatur, Ga.

"A soft and gentle voice, an excellent thing in a
woman."

Lady Zue McWilliams

Stockbridge, Ga.

"A little nonsense, now and then.
Is relished by the wisest men."

Leila Cotton

Hamilton, Ga.

"She has the warmth of genial courtesy.
The calm of self-reliance."

Lura Frances Johnson
West Point, Ga.
"Friendly, generous and good-natured.''

Mabel White
Abbotsford, Ga.
"Knowledge is Power. How strong she must be

Eloise Fullbright
Decatur, Ga.
"The coming field is chemistry.''

A Story

There's a story old.

Of a class so bold,
A story that someone told me.

And if you 11 be good,

As you said you would
Then I will relate it to thee.

'Twos in eighteen, dear,

When at first we hear;
Some Freshmen as green as the grass,

'Twas at old L. C.

So the folks tell me.
They banded themselves in a class.

Then the time flew fast

And they every one passed
As Sophomores they grew wise.

Oh! they were so gay.

And so fair in play!
Their Glories then rose to the skies.

Then the next ive see.

Loyal, brave and free,
The Juniors, the Big Junior 'leven!

They were fine and true,

Ever pleasant, too.
The Juniors, the Big Junior 'leven!

And at present date.

If my news isn't late,
That Class at LaGrange seeks the light:

To their school anew

Every day they're true.
Then here's to the Purple and White!

As the years roll by,

Howe'er hard you try.
You'll ne'er find a class that's so fine.

'Tis a secret, Nell,

That you must not tell.
But that grand old class, dear, was mine.

Leila Cotton.

Sophomore Class

Colors White and Green Flower White Rose

Motto "To thine own self be true."

OFFICERS

Lois Brand President Mamie Northcutt .... Secretary

Susie Ocletree .... Vice-President Emily Park Treasurer

Commercial Class

Bassett, Winnie

Dicie. Sadie

Edmondson, Sara

Gladney, Dera

Horne, Grace

Hopson. Allie

Lane, Sara Ridley

Moncrife. Jewell

Soloman, Cornelia

Pal 0' Mine

When evening sets her lamps alight,

And all the world seems fair and bright

'Tis then, I sit and dream of you

I dream of the things we used to do.

I dream of days of long ago

And of the pal who loves me so
And in my mind I keep in store

Those treasured memories of yore.

And may that love oh pal o' mine

Like stars, in both our hearts still shine

And just as long as skies are blue

So long my love shall e'er be true.

Then love alone shall fill our hearts

They'll have no wounds by cruel darts

Nothing on earth our love can sever

For we shall be friends forever and ever.

Lois Brand, '23.

JDe&icatioix of Ol)e y.\#.<L.A.

"Do Mfrss 3tZaidec Smitl)

Z3o bcr whose wise council, tenoer svmpatl)v. an0
oevotlon to the work of the y. (. -\. on our cam-
pus, has ma6e possible many of our achievements, we
oeolcate this section of the Quaorangle.

Y. W. C. A. Cabinet

Flora Franklin President

Lura Frances Johnson Vice-President

Lady Zue McWilliams Secretary

Ruth Baker Treasurer

Lois Brand Chairman Devotional Committee

Thelma Chunn Chairman Social Committee

Anna Biggers Chairman Music Committee

Frances Verdery Chairman Publicity

Mabel Cline Chairman Social Standards

Corinne Martin Undergraduate Field Representative

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MIND

Y. W. C. A.

The motto of the Y. W. C. A. "I am come that they might have life and that
they might have it more abundantly" is the aim of the association on our campus.
We work towards this purpose bv providing wholesome good times for the girls, and
more by trying to bring the students into personal knowledge of Jesus Christ. The
new girls are welcomed to the college by notes of greeting sent to them in the
summer by the Y. W. C. A.

The biggest purpose of our Y. W. C. A. is to bring the students into fellowship
with Christ. To this end are our services planned and to this end does our cabinet
with its committees work. Spiritual leadership is developed by using as many
girls as possible in the work. Each year a number of our girls attend the summer
conference at Blue Ridge, N. C. There, apart from all but Nature, God, and peo-
ple who are friends with Christ, they get inspiration to bring back for the work
the next year.

Not only on our own campus are we trying to bring the abounding life of
Christ, but by creating a social consciousness, we hope to give this life to others.
This year our greatest help was given to the relief of the students and Children of
the Near East and to the Famine Sufferers in China.

Something of the spirit of the Y. W. C. A. which we would have pervade the
campus is found in the quiet of the Y. W. C. A. room, where the work of the asso-
ciation is planned.

"And so I'll find it well to come

For deeper rest to this still room,

For here the habit of the soul

Feels less the outer tvorld's control.

And from the silence multiplied,

By these still forms on every side

The world that time and sense have known

Falls off and leaves us all alone."

Our Societies

IRENIAN SOCIETY

Some years before 1885 dates the founding of the Irenian Literary Society.
There had been in earlier years a society called the Caroline Hentz Society, another
called Beth Hacina. Why these names were dropped is not known, but later there
was only one Literary Society in the College.

It is interesting to know that the "Irenian Casket," a small paper, was edited
and printed by the members of the society. This was discontinued many years ago.

The Society Hall was in the College building during these earlier years and
every student was a member of the one society. Rigid discipline in regard to at-
tendance and participation in its work was maintained.

In 1886 the society divided into the Witham and Murphy Societies. A short
while afterwards they reunited and in 1887 the one society divided in to what are
now the Irenian and Mezzofantian Literary Societies.

The Irenian Literary Society is proud of its many years of progressive work.
By active participation in its programs and obedience to its regulations, initiative
and discipline are developed.

The highest aim of the society is to develop a cultured taste and appreciation
of good literature.

MEZZOFANTIAN SOCIETY

The Mezzofantian Literary Society was organized in 1887. For a long time
there was only one society, the "Irenian," but due to the lack of competition, it was
thought best to divide the one. Therefore, sides were chosen, and the new society
was named the "Mezzofantian," after the Italian linguist, Mezzofanti, who spoke
forty-seven different languages. Although the present Mezzofantian literary society
cannot boast of such accomplishment, we can say that we stand for the highest ideals
of life. Much talent and originality are developed at the meetings which are held
two Saturday evenings each month. The interest and pleasure manifested at them,
prove an excellent diversion from work. May each member as they come and go,
receive some little good from the meetings of this society, and may it be an influence
to make life worth while and make them proud to say, "I am a Mezzo."

Irenian Society Roll

Abbott, Mrs.

Johnson, Lura Frances

Anderson, Mary

Jefferson, Edna

Armistead, Dora

Lane, Mary

Barrett, Bessie

Lumpkin, Jennie Lou

Barrett, Mary

\ Martin, Corrinne

Baker, Ruth

\ Martin, Musette

Brand, Lois

\McGarity, Lois

Burt, Maude

JMizell, Helen

Brinson, Gerradine

McRee, Hallie

Baxter, Vera

Pearce, Willene

Brown. Sarah

Robertson, Marie

Combs, Agnes

Smith, Lillie

Cline, Mabel

Smith, Margaret

Chunn, Thelma

Smith, Ola

Cotton. Ruth

Sutton, Alice

Cotton. Leila

Sutton, Fannie

Clark. Geneva

Smith, Miss Hallie

Clements, Sara

Teasley, B. A.

Dunbar, Variva

Tate, Sara

Edwards, Ethel

Turner, Biby

Franklin, Flora

Turner,, Mary

FULLBRIGHT, ELOISE

Tompkins, Lulline

Edmondson, Sara

Treen, Miss Elsie Pearl

Gorman, Virginia

Verdery, Frances

Hays, Ara

Watts, Pauline

Hall, Grace

Williams, Bonnie

HlLLSMAN, LUCILE

Ware, Patti

Holmes, Katherine

Mrs. Reed

Holland, Mary

Mrs. Hobart

Jordan, Nell

Miss Potter

Jones. Elizabeth

Miss Gray

JOLLEY. FrANCINE

Miss Gane

Mezzofantian Society Roll

Alice Turner
Nell Chambers
Louise Hairston
Margaret McDonald
Katherine Harmon
Martha Brooks
Nina Mae Knott
Susie Ogletree
Emmie Lou Mann
Rebecca Moore
Mary Virginia Bailey
Mamie Northcutt
Imogene Jackson
Mattie Lou Wilson
Madelyn Stovall
Laura Norman
Ruby Norman
Hannah Manghum
Thelma Bilbrey
Cornelia Lee

Louise Perry
Amelia Zoebel
L. C. Lovelace
Velma Folds
Arlene Harris
Lizzie Lou Veale
Dora Merrill
Lady Zue McWilliams
Mary Leggitt
Tommie Martin
Mary deJarnette
Hazel Lipscomb
Gladys Gray
Donald Thompson
Alwyn Thompson
Anna Biggers
Mamie Northcutt
Mrs. Annie Smith
Miss Maidee Smith

Athletic Association

OFFICERS

Mary Anderson President

Anna Biggers Vice-President

Eloise Fullbright Treasurer

Standing pre-eminently among the other organizations, is the Athletic Asso-
ciation of LaGrange College, striving to attain for her daughters the mental and
moral as well as the physical development that will place them among the intelli-
gent, pure-minded and high-spirited women of America today.

Ireniaiii

Frances Verdery
Sara Brown
^Helen Mizell
Lois Brand
Mary Anderson

{Catherine Holmes
Frances Lura Johnson
Leila Cotton
Ruth Baker

Mary Turner
Vera Baxter
Gerradine Brinson
Jennie Lou Lumpkin

Mezzofantian

Anna Biggers
Jessie deJarnette
Lizzie Lou Veale
Sara Davis
Mary deJarnette
Gladys Gray
Hazel Lipscomb
Maggie Freel
Alice Turner
Mamie Northcutt
Martha Brooks

Tennis Club

OFFICERS

Manager Hazel Lipscomb

Assistant Manager Lizzie Lou Veale

Champions 1920

Doubles Singles

Hazel Lipscomb Lillie Jones

Lillie Jones

Anderson, Mary
Baker, Ruth
Baxter, Vera
Brand, Lois
Burt, Maud
Clarke, Geneva
Franklin, Flora
Holland, Mary
Jefferson, Edna

Dramatic Club

Johnson, Lura Frances
,Lee, Cornelia
IMizell, Helen
Northcutt, Mamie
Ogletree, Susie
Sutton, Alyce
Veale, Lizzie Lou
Verdery, Frances
Williams, Bonnie

J

Glee Club

Mrs. Harvey Reed Director

Anna Biggers President

Emily Park Accompanist

MEMBERS

Mary Anderson Hallie McCree

Anna Biggers Lady Zue McWilliams

Lois Brand Dora Merrill

Gerry Brinson Mary Leggitt

Sara Davis Susie Ogletree

Mary deJarnette Emily Park

Jessie deJarnette Ola Smith

Gladys Gray Lulline Tompkins

Hazel Lipscomb Lizzie Lou Veale

Beva McMillan Bonnie Williams

Junior-Senior Debaters

Subject Resolved: That England is justified in her present treatment of Ireland.

AFFIRMATIVE Juniors NEGATIVES Seniors

Betty Clark Ruth Baker

Mabel White Flora Franklin

Leila Cotton Sara Davis

Dr. J. E. Walmsley
Mr. Leon Smith .
Mr. Thomas .

JUDGES

Winthrop College, S. C.
Wesleyan College, Macon, Ga.

. West Point, Ga.

The Future of LaGrauge College

ROPHESYING without inspiration is of uncertain value. If in-
dulged in moderately, however, it may have the virtue of offer-
ing encouragement to those who are hoping and laboring for the
achievement of the things prophesied.

uture of LaGrange College lies in the hands of its friends, not in
the lap of the gods. Nor was there ever a time in its history when its fu-
ture seemed more bright and fair. The unprecedented gift to the college
by the people of LaGrange of the magnificent sum of two hundred and
fifty thousand dollars augmented by the allotment of three hundred and
fifty thousand dollars from the Educational Movement has rendered possi-
ble the realization of the fondest dreams of those who have loved and la-
bored for the college through the years.

From the income to be derived from the endowment we shall be en-
abled to provide a faculty sufficiently large to offer many additional courses
in the arts and sciences and to secure improved facilities and ample equip-
ment for instruction in the various departments.

The plans projected for the physical development of the institution
are sufficiently broad in scope to meet its demands for many years to come.
These embrace the erection of new buildings of architectural design to har-
monize with those now in use, and containing ample space for the accom-
modation and instruction of the largely increased attendance that we may
reasonably expect. Under the direction of an expert engineer, winding
roads and graded walks will be constructed around and upon the hill, and
the landscape gardener will lend his skill in setting lawns and trees and
shrubbery, until the old hill shall veritably be a spot crowned with the won-
ders of art set amid the beauties of nature.

The Friendship Garden

Although it is January, and winter's dull gray mantle covers L. C.'s
campus, so glorious in the springtime, there is one small spot on the col-
lege hill that cannot he dull and gray and lifeless. This is none other than
the heloved Friendship Garden, which is now somewhat vaguely outlined by
a slight, yet unmistakable green. Is this green only a remembrance of
what has been, and is passing, or else is it a token, a promise for the fu-
ture? It is both to one who loves the garden. It is not dead but alive to
us with the memories of each lover of L. C. "Associated with this small
spot of earth are those whose presence still lingers. In this garden, as a
shrine, and in memory of these, Nature offers in the springtime a profusion
of blossoms."

Beautiful indeed is it when all those tender things with sweet perfumes
and glorious colors come forth to welcome the bright warmth of spring.
Just as each tiny seed, now hidden beneath Earth's frosty shroud, is the
nucleus of life which will abound in beauty, so is each friendship one of
God's greatest blessings and when appreciated and cultivated, becomes the
centre of happiness. Just as each rose in the garden is perfect in its love-
liness and lasting in its sweet perfume, so may each friendship at L. C. be
as perfect and complete and as lasting in its sincerity.

Thelma Chunn, '22.

A Reverie

In a quiet little village,

On each side the sloping hill,

Green with verdure of the spring-time,
Stood an old deserted mill.

'Twas a quaint unique old structure,
As though built long years ago,

And within each chink and crevice,
Lichens in profusion grow.

But the oaken logs stand steady,
Yet unmoved by ivar of time,

As front 'neath their firm foundation,
V p their sides the ivy climbs.

But the old mill-wheel is silent,

And the ivater ripples on,
And it seems to ring so cheerful,

Of the days now past and gone.

Oh! how bright the crystal liquid
Sparkles in the glowing sun,

As if happy in its conscience,
Of the good that it has done.

Then as I sit in idle musing,
On that bright and sunny day,

1 fall asleep: and in my dreaming,
Thus I hear the old mill say:

Let your fancy follow with me,
1 will tell you all the story;
Why I stand deserted, idle.
Why the wheels with busy turning,

Grind no more the golden grain.

Let your fancy lead you backward,

I will show you scenes more happy,

Bright ning up the days of yore.

In this snug and cozy valley,

Close beside this little streamlet,

Lived within a tiny cottage

( You can see it standing there )

The miller gray and daughter fair.

She was like a radiant sunbeam,

Happy as the morning songster,

Fair as ever daylight shines on.

And she watched the merry sunbeams,

Lighting up the little streamlet,

Till it glistened in its surface.

Watched the timid little minnows,

Darting like a streak of silver

Through the pool and o'er the ripples;

Watched the sparkling of the water,

As it turned the massive mill-wheel.

On a bright and sunny morning,

She was standing in the doorway

Looking doivn the winding roadway.

Then her father stood beside her,

And he stroked her hair and asked her:

"For your thoughts a bright new penny''

Then the youthful maiden answered,

As she stood tip-toe to kiss him.

"/ was thinking, dearest father,

Of the story you have often

Told me as we sat together.

Of my brother who had left us,

Long before I ever knew him;

Went out west to seek his fortune.

Of him since, there's been no tidings,

And I wonder if he's living^

You have told me you were angry

At some wrong that he had done you,

And had sent him from your dwelling,

But you since then have forgiven.

How I wish that he were with us!"

As she spoke again she kissed him,

And again looked down the roadway.

Then she saw a horseman coming

Cross the brook and come straight to them.

He was very tall and handsome.

As the maiden looked upon him,

All her mind ivas filled with fancy.

Neither did she see her father

Turning pale before the stranger,

But she saw and was astonished,

And she seized her father's coat-sleeve

For the stranger quick dismounted,

Hastened to her father standing,

Murmured, as he knelt before him,
''Forgive me. father, I would ask you.''

Why longer need I make this story,
How they left with son and brother
For his home in distance somewhere,
Left me here deserted, idle.
Then I wakened and in twilight
Still I saw the quaint old mill.
As the parting rays of evening.
Shot upon it o'er the hill.
Then the shadows quickly lengthen,
And across the valley lay,
As if warning me to journey
Soon upon my homeward way.
But I linger and in silence,
Save the rippling of the rill.
Then I wave my hand in parting,
In farewell to the quaint old mill.

A Discover

'Twas the night before English,
And all through Smith Hall
Not a creature ivas stirring
No one out, at all.
The girls were nestled
All snug in their beds,
While fears for the morrow
Were filling their heads.
There was no moon to shine
It was dark on the Hill,
And it seemed to us all
Things were never so still.
When all of a sudden
A shrill cry ivas heard
The girls were afraid
They could not speak a word.
Once again the scream came
And no one would stir
But the house president, thinking
It ivas expected of her,
Stuck her head out the door
And with boldness said:
"Who is that waking us?
We all are in bed.
And our money is locked,
Clear out!" she would cry
And no answer was heard
So she ceased to be shy,
And she opened her door
And flashed on the light
To see what the trouble was
On this still night.

y

In the hall was Mary Lane

Dancing up and down

Her head lifted high,

And whirling swiftly around,

She caught sight of the house-president

And oh! she looked mad.

This officer said: "What can I do

With such an unmanageable cad?

Speak out, or I'll report you

And never again you will

In all of your life-time

Set foot on this Hill."

Then Mary said, "Dear, do forgive me

For you cannot know

What it ivas I thought out

Just a minute ago.

I got the topic sentence

For paragraph 2."

"Oh! that's different," said the officer,

"And I excuse you."

So up and down Smith Hall

The sentence was passed,

And all the girls in English I

From first until last

Uncovered their heads

And joined in refrain

To praise the wonderful

Mary Lane.

Then to sleep they went,
Forgetting their fright
And wishing for all
A second good niqht.

Margaret Smith.

College Campaign, 1920

Tn the spring of 1920 was begun a drive for LaGrange College, the
grand old institution, that has for years overlooked the city, guarding its
intellectual welfare. Although the people of LaGrange cherished the col-
lege in their hearts, nevertheless, for years they had sat silently by, hardly
conscious of their inactivity. Not until the suggestion of the removal of
the college to Atlanta was made by Bishop Candler, did the people of La-
Grange realize how the college was struggling. Then every citizen was
brought face to face with existing conditions. "What would the hill be
without the college?" was the cry on every side.

A campaign was launched to procure sufficient funds to keep the col-
lege at LaGrange. Every true and loyal citizen rallied to the standards, be-
cause each person was indignant at the thought of the removal of the col-
lege. In the mass meetings that were held, public sentiment ran so high
that evervone was sure of success. In the High School each pupil wore a
badge: every boy wearing one containing the words: "Save the college
for my sister"; and every girl wearing one with the inscription: "Save the
college for me." Old and young alike were stirred at the thought of los-
ing the college. When an issue is felt so keenly as this one was, the only
possible result is success. In the drive for increasing the funds, LaGrange,
as usual, went over the top with a subscription of $250,000. Thus was per-
petuated the institution, whose influence has been felt through the past years,
and whose ideal will continue to serve as a beacon light to many in the years
to come.

Mabel White, '22.

A Day in the Conservatory

T 8:13 our worthy director may be seen standing with watch in hand,
waiting for "zero" hour. He has the air of a man determined to do
his duty, come what may. The hour arrives. With a firm step the
director walks to the west wall and presses a button, which lets loose
an immense volume of noise, respectfully termed an electric bell. At
this summons teachers and pupils come swarming up the steps and go "Over the
top" onto the stage which is "No man's land," and hasten on to their respective
stations there to battle valiantly with the day's problems and perplexities.

There is a frantic search for music which has an aggravating habit of getting
into the wrong box; a slamming of doors, and the work of the day has fairly begun.

Soon from a distant room comes the sound of a piano; another answers from
the opposite end of the hall. Immediately, as if stung to action by this challenge,
the noise of half a dozen pianos burst upon the ear. To the general confusion of the
pianos is added the hearty efforts of the devotees of the vocal art. Hark to that
soprano, as she lodges a high C in the uppermost corner of the building.

Observe the puzzled and care-worn expression on the faces of the harmony
students trying to unravel the mystery of intervals; major, minor, diminished, and
augmented.

List to the struggling efforts of a young violinist as he trembles in the brink of
a tone, coming so near and yet so far from the true pitch.

Then is heard the wailing voice of an expression pupil imitating the sound of
the wind, or of another saying with dramatic earnestness, "And she fainted on
"Reginalds breast: or of still another thundering out in commanding capitals:
"Silence Slave! 1 Command Thee!" Even the pianos pause for a moment on their
wild career, but for a moment only, and then break forth into a din that is even
worse than before, and Bach, Chopin, and Tschaikowsky vie with one another in
drowning out the mighty voice.

The deep faltering tones of the organ arrest our attention as the "light fan-
tastic toe" of an aspiring student trips on the pedals.

Then may be heard the tapping of the "Woodpecker Club" zealously working
out different rhythms. The following brief dialogue gives one an insight into the
struggles of these earnest students who are striving to acquire the "soul of music":

Pupil: "Teacher, my throat is dry."

Teacher: "So is mine, but keep right on counting."

Later in the day come the members of the Glee Club, and a mighty volume of
song resounds through the corridors and pours out of the windows over quiet La-
Grange like a Methodist benediction.

At 4 P. M. come the faithful members of the Orchestra. And then to bring
order out of chaos, harmony out of discord, is a task that requires a "long pull, a
strong pull, and a pull all together," and be it known that there is harmony in
the pulling together if not always in the tones produced.

The clanging of the supper bell rends the air, bringing forth a series of dismal
howls from "everybody's pup," for this is the last straw and his overwrought nerves
will stand no more. But to the students it is a welcome sound; and so the dining
hall is the Mecca towards which the stream of hungry pilgrims moves, and the
supper table is the shrine at which they worship.

Delta Phi Sigma

Anna Biggers

Vera Baxter
Anna Biggers
Gerry Brinson
Gladys Gray
Arlene Harris
Hannah Manchum

President

Dora Merrill
Ola Smith
Lulline Tompkins
Lizzie Lou Veale
Frances Verdery

ALUMNAE MEMBERS

Nellie Humber Lumpkin, Ga.

Elmira Grogan Washington, D. C.

Nell Veale Roopville Ga.

Elizabeth Parham Bullochville, Ga.

Louella Ford Nashville, Ga.

Onita Horton McRae, Ga.

Jewell Huddleston Manchester, Ga.

Nan Chenault Maysville, Ay.

Julia Newton Social Circle, Ga.

Edith Bond Atlanta, Ga.

Olive Bradley Carrollton, Ga.

Florence Blanton Eakes Augusta, Ga.

Ruth Taylor Covington, Ga.

Mardell Taylor Covington, Ga.

Pearly Taylor Covington, Ga.

Murrell Roach Nashville, Tenn.

Frances Black Atlanta, Ga.

Leila Scarborough Columbus, Ga.

Jennie Mae Erwin Calhoun, Ga.

Lois Hall Marshall, Mo.

Ila Clark Doner, Ga.

Ruth Hutch eson Buchanan, Ga.

Mrs. Blakewood Roanoke, Ala.

Mrs. James B. Mason Nashville, Tenn.

Marjorie Kurfees (Died 1918) . . Atlanta, Ga.

Mildred Smith (Died 1917) Carrollton, Ga.

Alpha

Phi

Beta

Iary Anderson \ President

Mary Anderson \Hazel Lipscomb

Sara Davis ^Helen Mizell
Mary deJarnette Lady Zue McWilliams

Jessie deJarnette Susie Ogletree

Eloise Fullbright Emily Park

Mary Leggitt Alice Turner

Miss Clifton Gray
Miss Gladys Gray

Miss Leila Cotton
Miss Ruth Cotton

Sisters Club

Miss Mary -deJarnette
Miss Jessie deJarnette

Mrs. Annie Moore Smit
Miss Rebecca Moore

Miss Corinne Martin
Miss Musette Martin

Miss Fannie Sutton
Miss Alice Sutton

D. D's.

Sonc The Church in the Wild wood. Occupation Going to Chu

Place of Meeting Under the Elder Tree.

MEMBERS

Bishop Patti Ware
Presiding Elder Brand
Presiding Elder Northcutt
Preacher Turner

Preacher Ansley
Preacher Jones
Circuit Rider Watts
Circuit Rider Brooks
Circuit Rider Dunbar

Chem Club

In solution: Five unknowns.
To be detected and separated by Professor
Prescott.

Acidify with the three o'clock bell. Pass in
a large excess of H-S. All unknowns will im-
mediately respond to the pleasant gas and
separate to their respective desks as precipi-
tates. Filter and wash the precipitates. Indi-
vidual tests.

1. Form into a solution and add al. and
aluminum WARE will be precipitated which
may easily be detected by its light yellow color.

2. Add a few drops of CS*. Nothing hap-
pens. Add Molydeum. Then scratch the sides
of the test tube. Some MO' Johnson will be
precipitated.

3. Dissolve in HNO= and add 1TSO + HCL
-|- NtbOH and an excess of winking stars.
Pass an electric spark through the solution and
crystals will be formed. McDonald will be
found in the center, a large red round crystal,
surrounded by sixteen brother crystals.

4. Add I -f CaCb -f NO. -f NaHSO. +
H*S -f- Sb -)- Cu -(- Fe. Nothing happens.
Add Catmium and alcohol. A crazy looking
CLINE will appear immediately, characterized
by amusement caused.

5. Try every test listed. Fifth unknown re-
fuses to leave the solution in the laboratory.
Heat to boiling and add KClo< and a FULL-
BRIGHT explosion will occur.

Correct:

Patti Ware Laura Frances Johnson

Margaret McDonald Mabel Cline
Eloise Fullbright

Art Club

Miss Anne Matney
Odel DeLoach
Helen Carlisle
Mary Reeves
Mrs. Anne M. Smith
Mrs. D. A. Prescott
Ruth Hayes
Mrs. J. J. Childs

Jessie deJarnette
Lizzie Lou Veale
Mary Sullivan
Katherine Holmes
Helen Clark
Eli White
Arline Harris

T. A. B. S.

Motto "Truth crushed to earth will rise again."
Meeting Place "The back row." Favorite Drink Cherry smash.

Occupation Taking a back seat.

MEMBERS

Gerry Brinson Sara Brown

Anna Biggers Lady Zue McWilliams

Mamie Northcltt Lois Brand

Lurline Tompkins Frances Verdery

Patti Ware Ruth Baker

Reniininisceiices

/ "How mournfully sweet are the echoes that start,

/ When memory plays an old tune on the heart."

/ivly earliest association with the LaGrange Female College began in the early
seventies, and this sketch, therefore, will seem to those who may chance to read it
like harking back to ancient history. But to me, how distinct is every face of my
girlhood friends, how vivid each scene of my childhood!

As I said, when I first knew dear old "College Hill," it was lovingly and
facetiously called "The Widows' Resort"; for it was in the Reconstruction days
after the Civil (uncivil) War, better designated now as the War Between the States.

My father left LaGrange, mayor of the town, and then Captain of the Evans
Guards, and was killed at the battle of Perryville, Kentucky, just a few days before
he would have been thirty years old. My mother, Mrs. Mary Evans Curtright, left
a widow at twenty-four, with three small children, myself the eldest, was, like many
another woman of royal Southern blood, not able to rear these children in idleness.
As she herself had been a graduate of the College, she, with Mrs. Mary Broughton
Montgomery in the literary department, and Mrs. Florida Ferrell Pressley in the
music department, and Mrs. Avarilla Amos Pryor in the art department, were
elected to take charge of the school, my mother moving her little family there, and
"taking in" the boarders who might come.

All these ladies had been widowed by the war hence the name. "Widows'
Resort." Now, besides these widows there were two gallant cavaliers, fresh from
the University at Athens, Benj. G. Swanson, with a heritage of rich blood in his
veins, and Albert H. Cox, a bright young attorney, who at different times had charge
of the classes in "Language" as we termed it then. And right here to be fair to
all, I must say there was precious little studying done in this department, except
upon such subjects as our "chignons," "waterfalls," and our "Grecian bonds," etc.,
as each lassie made sure that one of these Lochinvars must have his eye on her. To
be sure, we could conjugate the verb "Amo" and thought we fully comprehended its
meaning. One particularly bright girl wrote the following verse, and passed it up
and down the class during lesson period:

"Amo, amas, 1 loved a lass.

And she was tall and slender;
Amas, amat she kicked me flat!

For she was feminine gender."

But now do you suppose for a moment that our teacher scolded us? Not he!
Bashfully retiring, with hat raised, he assured us that the charming representatives
of femininity in his presence were entirely "too fair indeed for love like ours."
Then springing into his Stanhope, his driver, "Dub" gave the command "On,
Modock," and very soon the blooded horse had cleared the distance between Col-
lege Hill and Ferrell's Garden, his home being near that sequestered spot, where it
would be safe to surmise that all LaGrange maidens were courted.

One episode in my life, if you will permit a personal allusion, occurred about
this time, which shaped my entire future. My mother and her family of small
children, with a few boarders, lived upstairs in the dormitory just west of the chapel.
The school activities were conducted downstairs.

One wonderful Sunday afternoon, Maggie and I (she was a boarder) were
sitting on the side of the bed in our room, when "mirabile dictu!" just at the land-
ing near our door which was open, stood two well-groomed young men, evidently

conscious of the fact that they were very much out of place. About this time, my
mother with gracious hosptiality invited them into the parlor. They declined, as-
suring us that they did not know that the building was occupied; they were strangers,
etc., exploring the town which had been the home of Benjamin Harvey Hill, John
B. Gordon and the Colquitts, but did not mean to be intrusive. They had been
through the Chapel, they announced, which to us meant taking their lives in their
own hands. For this building, then fast falling into decay, was the abode of bats
and owls, and a most unsafe place for a human being. Indeed, any girl who dared
to pass within ten feet of the building was "kept in" after school to learn fifty
definitions as a penalty. These boys were Allan Rhodes and Jim McClure the
latter became my husband a few years later. He was a refugee from Mississippi
and orphaned by the War. But I was always proud of my coatless sweetheart, as
he afterwards told me that he was wearing a borrowed coat at the time of our first
meeting. You see we were both "war babies" or products of the War, the only
difference being in my favor, as I still had my mother.

Well, as one of the girls always expressed it, "tempus fugits" and so it did in
my case. We moved back home.

Then came the days in college history of Burch, Johnson, and Morgan Calla-
way, each one a fine scholar and Christian gentleman. If I might claim the time,
I should love to write about something definite in the administration of each one,
but I must pass on.

The Methodist Conference finally gave us the peerless Heidt and the indomit-
able Mason, the latter proving himself a Mason indeed. For if I mistake not, he
it was who completed the College Chapel building or at least made it habitable.
This building had been rebuilt just so far, after the accidental burning of the old
one in the days of the Montgomerys, when the tocsin of War was sounded, and in
a state of incompletion, it was left exposed to the weather for a period of ten or
fifteen years. There it stood, quietly fulfilling the Scriptures, "Dust thou art and
unto dust thou shalt return."

But nothing daunted, there were girls who even dared to scale the walls of that
dangerous pile of ruins.

To corroborate what I say, there still live in LaGrange representatives of such
names as Cary, Frost, Evans, Ferrell, Ridley, Poythress, Ward and others, many of
these having made their mark in Church, Literature, and Art circles, due in a great
measure to influences started in this great old College.

Not like a child, who always wants the best of everything first, I have reserved
the best for the last, and beyond all fear of question or cavil, the best days of this
institution came with the coming of Rufus W. Smith, "Uncle Rufus" of beloved
memory. He with his faithful wife, competent and talented sons and daughters,
made the college what it is today, a safe place for young women. I think the Class
of '98 one of the finest, if not the finest, body of women I ever knew. Pardon me
for saving this, but my eldest daughter was one of this number.

So, here's to old L. F. C.

May her influence spread,
Until lawyers use grammar,

And dunces are dead.
Until no one dare say

In this land of the free,
"I done" for "I did"

And "IT'S her" for "IT'S she."

Begging your forbearance, I cannot close this article until I have attempted
to relate just a small number of pranks and jokes we played during our school days.

01 course we had our "sats" or chums, and to each other, we became con-
fidants. My best friend and I always knew the two boy explorers as "The Knights
of Dilapidation." But to be dilapidated in the matter of wearing apparel was no
uncommon condition at that particular period of time. Nevertheless, we girls had
a custom of "swapping" the clothes we were wearing for green plums, blackber-
ries, etc.

There appeared one day on the campus a negro girl with such green plums,
apples, etc.. as 1 had never seen before nor since. Immediately a bunch of us made
our secret way to the Chapel to interview Miss Nigger. We all wanted her wares,
and I so much so, I offered her my apron but "nothing doing" and so on came
offers of hair nets, round combs, bonnets, basques, chignons, ad so forth and so on.
Finally when the bell had rung, and we were about to quit in despair, she emphatic-
ally stated that none of us had on anything she wanted but "that girl over there,"
pointing to me. When the girls told her they knew she could get it, she said. "Her
hoop skirt." Off it came, one of the girls lending me two of her starched petticoats
to appear in. at my next class.

The teacher, of that type described by Hawthorne, thundered out the query,
"Miss Curtright, where have you been?" and like George Washington, afraid to tell
a lie, I told him. "What doing?" he asked, and as near as I could. I told him. He
assured us that he would take charge of all the green fruit. As we had had no op-
portunity to eat any of it, we lost the fruit, had fifty definitions to our credit, and I
was minus a hoop skirt, and a mother to be reckoned with at home.

But ah! those sunny days, with the "choosing sides" in spelling matches, and
speakings Friday afternoons. We had to spell the word, pronouncing the syllables,
giving the accents and definitions, and "take it from me," to be modern, some of
those girls who never did find out anything about the "grandeur that was Greece
and the glory that was Rome" could spell to beat any band.

Can we girls ever forget the glow we felt when the class was dismissed and an-
nouncement came "Queenie Broughton will speak, Rachel ean will play, and others
will sing this afternoon." "School takes in at one o'clock, a half hour sooner than
usual to give time for the class in 'Cal-is-then-ics." This, or something similar,
every Friday afternoon; and no Schumann-Heinck concert was ever more enjoyed,
I suspect.

Then the soirees, levees, and tournaments we had just before commencement!
No Germans or Pink Teas, but the crowning of the Queen of Love and Beauty at
the skating tournaments meant infinitely more to us. Truth to tell. I scarely recog-
nized my Knight of Dilapidation at a tournament when he was representing the
Prince of Wales in blue satin and silver costume rented for the occasion. To us
girls our tournaments in rope jumping and fence vaulting, to say nothing of our
teams in croquet and town ball far surpassed anything in the realm of gymnastics.

Most girls have, I think, three ambitions, the actress, the trained nurse, or the
foreign missionary. The first of these possessed my soul when as "Cudora. Queen
of the Nymphs," I took part in the operetta "Lily Bell," "The Culprit Fay," with
the beautiful Viola Frost playing the part of Titania. Queen of the Fairies; and
again when the cantata of Esther was given at the College, the writer takine; the
part of the Prophetess, with employed help on the leading roles of King and Queen
Haman and Mordecai.

Later, this cantata was given entirely by local talent. Professor and Mrs. Alwyn
Smith directing it.

A word about my music teachers: they were all Germans with the exception of
Mrs. Pressley. a fine teacher herself, and to them I owe much of my love for the
Art Melodious. Prof. Fischer had occasion to correct my singing, and told me I
did not hold the note long enough. I asked him how long I was supposed to hold

it, or what rule applied to that expression mark. Looking me straight in the eye
with forefinger impressively raised, he said, "You hold dat note, young 'lairdy' shust
so long as it sound pretty, and den turn it loose immediately at once."

My mother received a note from Prof. Erdmann with the startling announce-
ment that my sister, also a music pupil, was "at dis minute skinning de cat in his
class room when she should he practicing." But later on, she married a Methodist
preacher in spite of such gymnastic accomplishments.

So all along the dear girls have settled up and settled down. One more in-
cident ere I write "Finis."

A memorahle day came when our professor of Mental and Moral Philosophv,
Rev. Abner Callawav. father of our own Dr. Enoch Callaway and Fuller Callaway,
called a meeting of the Senior Class. I did not have an "inkling" of what was up,
hut obediently faring forth to his class room soon found out. He announced, after
holding me in mortal suspense for some time, that the class had unanimouslv chosen
me for their Valedictorian. My humiliation was painful indeed! What would I
not have given for just one year of honest, earnest application to offset the time I
had spent in carefree, giggling girlhood ! But I decided to redeem the time left ;
and not to seem irreverent, the old Hill proved to be my Mount of Ascension, for
at once I began to want to play to the higher audience; and knowing that the girls
knew what I could and could not do, I determined to be honest, and not plagiarize
in the writing of my graduation composition. We did not have "themes" and "es-
says" in those davs. but very much depended on the wording of our subjects, and
my selection was "From Shore to Shore." Seeking the shade of an old tree (still
standing I I wrote or thought out the ideas 1 wished to convey, determining to give
more time to the pursuit of learning, and less to the pursuit of happiness.

Much of happy, joyous life intervened between that time and Commencement
Day the following June.

As we had no assembly hall, and old Stirling's Hall out of repair, our grad-
uating exercises were held in the old Methodist Church. When I came forth from
that occasion, a child of scarcely sixteen, I felt the weight of the world upon my
shoulders.

For many years my life has been spent in various localities, and always I have
found friends; but naturally enough, not like the dear friends of my youth.

"Then cherish friendship in your breast,
New is good, but old is best;
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold."

Annie Curtright McClure.

Class 1873.

The Happiest Life

ERE in this wide and extended land, where heaven with a hand
loving and unstinting, has lavished every good the heart could
crave; where noblest rivers irrigate the soil and varied rich-
nesses to toil yields its fruits; where ceaseless verdure clothes
the smiling earth; it has fallen my lot to express a thought in regard to
which of its inhabitants enjoys its productions most.

It is a natural propensity embosomed in the heart of human nature to
environ ourselves with every material characteristic of happiness. We are
constantly drinking the air before and borrowing a more refined existence
from objects that hover on the brinks of nothingness. Our eyes are clothed
with indistinct and airy colors of fancy in a word we never cease build-
ing and rebuilding castles in the air. And always persuade ourselves that
everything in connection with them to be emblematic of happiness.

It behooves me in speaking of the enjoyments of the different classes
of mankind to mention but a few, as the field is too spacious for me, to
do justice to all. We are all birds of the same feather, though of great va-
rieties in color. We are bond and free, rich and poor, wise and ignorant.
Just as different as the features of man or his temperament. What is agree-
able to one is disagreeable to another. Then who lives the happiest life?

It cannot be the slave, because the hand of his master is monarch over
his household and he reaps but little benefits of his labor.

It cannot be the freeman, because egotism is his sovereign passion.
'"More freedom" is his watchword and nothing but blood is satisfactory to
quench his thirst.

We all strive after wealth, because it is a universal impression that if
everything is exuberent around us, our pleasures are increasing in propor-
tion. But to his sad disappointment, he who accomplishes his design finds
himself enrapt in the dark mantle of misery.

It cannot be the poor because the very name of poverty is synonymous
with discontent. Nor can it be the ignorant because his name fool bears
the sneers and ridicule of the world. It is not his nature to be contented to
remain so low in the scale of human existence.

Knowledge is said to engender many enjoyments. But the laborers in
the vineyard are never satisfied because they are eternally spinning cobweb
distinctions between what things are and as they find them in books. They
shut their apprehensions up in their own hearts in order that they may dis-
cover nothing to convince them of their absurdity and interfere with their
prejudice.

Why may I not here assert that the happiness of the educated woman
exceeds that of the man? She cultivates literature as was once wisely said,
"On a little plain oat-meal, not brandy and. punch and mint julep." She
has fewer pretensions and is less interested in theories. Her mind is not

filled with musty notions and she never reasons wrong, hecause she doesn't
reason at all. She judges ohjects more from their immediate impression on
her mind. Heaven has made her mistress of some intellectual faculty that
adds a great deal to her enjoyment. She can always contrive a plan to hold
her chosen companion under her thumb. This is said by some prejudiced
brain to be instinct.

Confine man to a life like hers, where the anticipation of no honors
would await the performance of his duty. His boasted Magnanimity and
fortitude would expire and leave him a monument of powerless and fallen
ambition.

The old maid one of the noblest daughters of our race, has her
pleasures unsurpassed, because she has no sharer in either her prosperity or
misfortune. She is the sole admirer of her heroic and noble achievements.
We cannot but be astonished at the fortitude, the courage, the devotedness
and the fidelity to her duties.

Notwithstanding her brow is ornamented with the richest diadems of
happiness, she occasionally falls from her high state of exhilaration into
spasms of madness and discontent. But like the lightning's flash, it dis-
appears in a moment's time and passes by as the idle winds we regard not.

Place man in her situation and instead of her enjoyment he would
either degenerate into a savage or sink into perfect insignificance. To ex-
emplify this we have merely to mention the name "Old Bachelor."

In conclusion allow me to repeat the life of the Old Maid is un-
doubtedly the happiest. Be it so I have no anxiety and do earnestly be-
seech Kind Providence never to enlist my name as one who enjoyed the
happiest life. Caroline E. Ware, 1853.

Mrs. C. E. Gay.

Written and read by Caroline E. Ware, now Mrs. Caroline E. Gay, on
graduating at L. F. C. in 1853. She was then 17 years old. She is now 85.

Statistical Elections

Prettiest Anna Biggers

Best All-round Lois Brand

Most Original Edna Jefferson

Most Popular Vera Baxter

.1/05/ Intellectual Ruth Baker

QUOTATIONS FROM L. C. LIFE.

"Did you get a letter?"

''Miss Frazier, have the packages come?"

'"Are you going down town?"

''Whose table are you?"

"I'm so hungry!"

'"Have you a class next period?"

"Wish the dinner bell would ring."

"Is it time for chapel?"

"Miss Frazier, I want five one-cent stamps, please."

"Has the mail been put up yet?"

"Hope I get a letter."

"Have you promised that tub?"

"'Is the water hot?"

"Is that the bell?"

"What are you going to wear?"

"What are the faculty meeting about?"

PROBLEMS TO BE SOLVED.
Should Ruth Bak-er Veale.
Would Alice Turn-er?
Is Francine Jolly, because
Eloise is Full-bright?
If Laura is a Norman,
Did Mary come from Holland?
If Arline's hair is red.
Must Louise Hairs-ton gray?

NOTICE ON THE BULLETIN BOARD.

"Lost! One bottom Not from 'Midsum-
mer's Night Dream," but from my fountain
pen !"

"THE BELLS, BELLS. BELLS!"
By bells we eat,
By bells we sleep.
By bells we laugh.
By bells we weep.

By bells we live.
By bells we die.
If bells don't kill us.
Please tell me why?"

Mary dejarnette to Jessie: "Do you guess

the gym bell will rise in the morning?"

* * * *

Miss Potter in Expression: "Susie, give
the attitudes of the nine feet."

MY ROOM-MATE.
A Thing with pigtails long and straight

That looks so very queer,
A Thing that snores so hard at ninlit.

Why. that's my room-mate. dear.

A Thing that wears my nicest clothes

From hair to brand new shoes,
A Thing that cheers me, loves me,

Why. that's my room-mate, too.

* * * *

When the chimes of the rising bell rang
through second floor hall Wednesday morn-
ing, Velma Folds was too sick to get up for
breakfast. A few hours later the following
order was sent by her to Miss Frazier:

One loaf of bread.

Sweet potatoes.

Half pound cheese,

Condensed milk,

Cocoanut,

Bannanas.

* * * *

CAN YOU ANSWER?

Where can a college girl buy a cap for her
knee?

Or a key to the lock of her hair?
Can her eyes be called an academy
Because there are pupils there?

In the crown of her head what gems are
found ?

Who crosses the bridge of her nose?
Can she use, when shingling, the roof of her
house.

The nails on the end of her toes?

Can the crook of her elbow be sent to jail?

If so. what did he do?
How does she sharpen her shoulder blade?

I'll be hanged if I know, do you?

THE TWO VALENTINES.

Once on a lime, the story goes,

There were two maidens fair to see.
And though they loved each other much,

Still on one point they'd disagree.

For fate had willed when they were horn

That lots together they should cast.
And they were twins like as two peas,

To make their bond of union fast.

On who was first they disagreed,

And with their age it stronger grew,
And each would boast on every day,

That she was "'one," the other '"two."'

So it went on until at last,

'Twas solved for them and in this way.
And ever since they have been glad

That valentines still have their day.

For on one morn the postman came

And brought two letters large and fine,
As soon as each her lot espied.

She knew she had a valentine.

'"You are the one," the first one said,

"And love around my heart doth twine.
For nothing more on earth I'd ask.

If you would be my valentine."

The other said, ''Will you be mine?

I think of you whate'er I do.
And when one speaks of angels pure,

I ever think that you are, too."

Thus came their messages of love

And told of hearts both strong and true.
Then on this point they both agreed.

''If you'll be won, I will be, too."

Soph to a Sub (new student): "Are you
classed as a sub?"

"No, I'm an academic."

English teacher: "What did you find out
about Shakespeare's parentage?"

Mary: "I looked everywhere, but I could
not find a thing about his parents' age."

Sara: "I want to be a Major in Math., but
what will I have to do to be something in
English?"

Marv: "You'll just have to be a Captain,
like the rest of us."

Sophie: "Wheie is Miss Meadows?"
Freshie: "At a faculty meeting."
Sophie: "Well, what club is that?"

Luline. packing to go home Christmas, and
searching for possessions in the drawers, ex-
claimed: "Oh. I claim these drawers are in
a bad condition."

* * * *

Miss Gane to Alice: "Name the classes of
scales?"

Alice: "Chromatic and dramatic."

AN EXCLAMATION WAIL.

My hair is thin and gray.
From Care I it must be so ) .

And from my studying hard
To try to wiser grow.

If Caesar had but died.

And left his wars untold.
If Cicero hadn't tried

To be an orator bold.

So folks would think him smart
And hand his speeches down.

To puzzle you and me

And all our woes to crown!

And those history chaps

It does astonish me
To find how mixed they'd get

Just when they oughtn't to be.

Then think of Algebra,

And how its x + y
When mixed with other terms

Just makes a fellow cry!

And if, if. there wasn't

That dread Geometry.
And O. it's bad I know

To hate Philosophy.

But if there never was

Such things to puzzle one,
I surelv would be glad

And have a lot of fun.

And would I then be wise?

Well, that I do not know.
I'd either wiser be

Or else I'd number grow.

Two Freshmen were on their way to col-
lege. The following conversation was over-
heard :

Mary: "Are you going to have a college
or dormitory room?"'

Jane, with a disgusted air: ''Why. a dor-
mitory room, of course."

Mary: "Well. I'm sure glad Mamma en-
gaged a college room for me. 'cause I don't
imagine I'd like to live in a dormitory."

Martha Brooks, a little Freshman, who
had acquired the art of arching her eyebrows,
came dashing into ady Zue's room and ex-
claimed :

"0! Lady Zue. please lend me your eye-
brow ploughs."

Teacher: "What three words are used
most by college girls?"
Student: "I don't know."
Teacher: "Correct."

* * * *

The lesson in Psychology had been on
instincts. Fear, as an instinct, had been
thoroughly discussed; Miss Gray to Flora:
"Would you be afraid to cross the acean?"

Flora: "Well, I wouldn't mind it much if
I were on my honeymoon."

Miss Davis also informed the girls that al-
though some people feared thunder, lightning
was lots more dangerous. Valuable informa-
tion.

* * * *

After having discussed will power in Psy-
chology class, Miss Gray asked Lois Brand
where her will was. After having given seri-
ous consideration to the question, "My Will
is in Atlanta."

* * * *

Miss McFarlane. in Math, class: "What is
an imaginary number?"

Answer: "An imaginary number is a num-
ber you think is there, but is not."

* * * *

Miss Potter and Mrs. Prescott on a rainy
day:

Miss P.: "Did you know Christmas has
come?"

Mrs. P.: "No. why?"

Miss P.: "Why. don't you see the rain-
dear?"

Mary Leggitt in Current Event class: "Gen-
eral Pershing awarded 16 medals to the
American army, and six were to the U. S.
soldiers."

CARTOON.

(Chickens on the tennis court).

Miss Patter and Miss Bodman watching the
chickens on the tennis court:

Miss P.: "We seem to have some players
out this morning."

Miss B. : ""Yes. but they are all foul play-
ers!"

Mary Anderson, six feet tall, weighs 150
pounds, just coming from Harmony: "You
know. I think I shall teach harmony when
I get big!"

THE HALLOWEEN BALL.

On a beautiful October night.
When the stars were shining bright.
A wonderful masquerade ball
Was taking place in L. C.'s gym hall.

It was. of course, the night of Hallowe'en.
And 0! the funny sights that were seen;
There were ghosts and gob'ins lrrking near
And those witches would surely make you fear.

That night shall ne'er be forgot with its joys.
For then we were allowed to see all the boys.
And 0. bring back the memory of those eats.
Just one of those many L. C. treats.

Now come, girls, and listen, one and all,
Of the grand time we had in gym hall.
When you choose a school, your Alma Mater
to be.

Don't forget the good times we had at L. C.

Whv is a car with a punctured tire like
Latin?

Because it is jacked to the limit !

* * * *

Mr. Lowman: " AT iss Ogletree. whv are you
not familiar with 'The Fairy Queen'?"

Susie: "Grandmother says 'Familiarity
breeds contempt.' "

Anna: "Shall we make the jello now?"
Lulline: "Yes, if vou think it will con-
sume by nine o'clock."

Mr. Thompson: "Those girls whose radi-
ators are not in good condition report to me.
and I will make it hot for them."

IT REPAYS.

Nothing one does, if he does it well.

Is easy and simple and quick, and
The task of life is a difficult task

To do it well and right.

Nothing comes easy, the strife is hard.

But the thing worth doing, ah that repays.
For the ache and the grief and the dust and
the grime.

And the infinite plan of toiling days!

A group of girls were discussing movie
stars as Miss Meadows approached.

Laura: ''0! Anita Stewart is going to play
down town to-day."

Miss M.: "She's one of the new girls,
isn't she?"

* * * *

Mary. leading student prayers: "We
shall continue our study of the ten com-
mandments. I am going to now take up the
twelfth one."

* * * *

After having devoured an inch of cheese
straw at supper, Virginia exclaimed: "I be-
lieve these things have cheese in them."

* * * *

The ambitious girl meets life's test
By tackling a thing for its best;
She begins with a heart's good will
And gains her goal and even more still.

The girl who does not try.
Has let her opportunities go by.
She fails to get the best out of life
Without so much as even a fight.

If you are ambitious and all seems dense
Do the best you can with your common sense:
Work and show the best of your skill,
Some people won't like you. but others will.

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Anderson, Mary Athens, Ga.

Ansley, Mary Ella Abbeville, Ga.

Armistead, Dora Newnan, Ga.

Bassett, Winnie

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Booker, Loula Crom LaGrange, Ga.

Baily, Mary Virginia Raymond, Ga.

Baker, Ruth Atlanta, Ga.

Barrett, Bessie Milltown, Ga.

Barrett, Mary Milltown, Ga.

Batson, Emmie West Point, Ga.

Baxter, Vera Augusta, Ga.

Biggers Anna Greenville, Ga.

Brand, Lois Warrenton, Ga.

Brinson. Gerradine Wrightsville, Ga.

Brooks, Martha Wrightsville, Ga.

Brown, Sara Warrenton, Ga.

Burt, Maude Decatur, Ga.

Caldwell, Lucile LaGrange, Ga.

Carlisle, Helen LaGrange, Ga.

Clark, Lillian LaGrange, Ga.

Cleckler, Sara Moss LaGrange, Ga.

Childs, Nell LaGrange, Ga.

Carroll, Claire Woodbury, Ga.

Chambers, Nell Fort Gaines, Ga.

Clarke, Elizabeth LaGrange, Ga.

Clarke, Geneva Decatur, Ga.

Clements, Sara Durand, Ga.

Cline, Mabel Waleska, Ga.

Combs, Agnes Big Springs, Ga.

Cotton, Leila Hamilton, Ga.

Cotton, Ruth Hamilton, Ga.

Dallas, Leslie LaGrange, Ga.

Davis, Sara LaGrange, Ga.

Decie, Sadie LaGrange, Ga.

DeLoach, Odelle LaGrange, Ga.

deJarnette, Jessie Atlanta, Ga.

deJarnette, Mary Atlanta, Ga.

Dunbar, Varina Lawrenceville, Ga.

Edmundson, Margaret LaGrange, Ga.

Edmundson, Marion LaGrange, Ga.

Edmundson, Sara LaGrange, Ga.

Edward, Ethel Decatur. Ga.

Farmer, Jeanette Fitzgerald, Ga.

Ferrell, Dora LaGrange, Ga.

Fold, Velma Carrollton, Ga.

Franklin, Flora Athens, Ga.

Freel, Maggie Roopville, Ga.

Fullbright, Eloise Decatur, Ga.

Gladney, Dera LaGrange, Ga.

Greene, Madelle LaGrange, Ga.

Gorman, Virginia Savannah, Ga.

Gray, Gladys Yamville, S. C.

Hairston, Louise LaGrange, Ga.

Holmes, Alyce LaGrange, Ga.

Hopson, Allie LaGrange, Ga.

Horne, Grace LaGrange, Ga.

Hunter, Mary LaGrange, Ga.

Hale, Grace Rome, Ga.

Harmon, Katherine Unadilla, Ga.

Harris, Arline Hampton, Ga.

Hayes, Ara Decatur, Ga.

Hillsman, Lucile White Plains, Ga.

Holland, Mary Hartwell, Ga.

Holmes, Katherine Vidalia, Ga.

Jackson, Imogene Ball Ground, Ga.

Jefferson, Edna Decatur, Ga.

Johnson, Lura Frances West Point, Ga.

Jolly, Francine Homer, Ga.

Jones, Elizabeth Eatonton, Ga.

Jones. Ruth Buena Vista, Ga.

Jordan, Nell Autaugaville, Ala.

Knott, Nina Mae Apalachee, Ga.

Lane, Mary Rockmart, Ga.

Lane, Mrs. Sara Ridley LaGrange, Ga.

Lee Cornelia Stockbridge, Ga.

Leggitt, Mary Unadilla, Ga.

Lipscomb Hazel Newnan, Ga.

Lovelace, L. C West Point, Ga.

Lumpkin, Jennie Lou Franklin, Ga.

Martin, Tommie LaGrange, Ga.

McCaine, Lamartha LaGrange, Ga.

McMillan, Beva LaGrange, Ga.

Moncrief, Jewell LaGrange, Ga.

Moore, Eunice Mountville, Ga.

Morgan, Isabell LaGrange, Ga.

Murphy, Susie LaGrange, Ga.

Manghum, Hannah Bremen, Ga.

Mann, Emmie Lou Senoia, Ga.

Martin, Corinne Woodbury, Ga.

Martin Musette Woodbury, Ga.

McDonald, Margaret Bolton, Ga.

McGarity. Lois Royston, Ga.

McCree, Hallie Watkinsville, Ga.

\McWilliams, Stockbridge, Ga.

[Merrill. Dora Turin, Ga.

Mizell, Helen Folkston, Ga.

Moore, Rebecca Buena Vista, Ga.

Norman, Laura Norman Park, Ga.

Norman, Ruby Norman Park, Ga.

Northcutt, Mamie Opelika, Ala.

Ogletree, Susie Durand, Ga.

Park, Emily LaGrange, Ga.

Pearce, Willene Greenville, Ga.

Perry, Louise Decatur, Ga.

Reeves, Mary E LaGrange, Ga.

Reese, Ora Chipley, Ga.

Robertson, Marie . Decatur, Ga.

Roper. Lois LaGrange, Ga.

Solomon, Cornelia Lanett, Ala.

Stanly, Marie Shawmut, Ala.

Stanley, Mrs. Roy K Shawmut, Ala.

Scarborough, Evelyn Columbus, Ga.

Smith, Mrs. Annie M Buena Vista, Ga.

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Tate, Sara Fairmount, Ga.

Teasley, B. A Elberton, Ga.

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Turner. Alice Fort Wayne, Ind.

Turner, Biby Hogansville, Ga.

Turner. Mary . Hartwell, Ga.

Veale, Lizzie Lou Watkinsville, Ga.

Verdery, Frances Augusta, Ga.

Whatley. Ruth LaGrange, Ga.

White, Mabel Abbottsford, Ga.

Ware, Pattie Macon, Ga.

Watts, Pauline LaGrange, Ga.

Williams, Bonnie Lyons, Ga.

Wilson, Mattie Lou Buena Vista, Ga.

Woodward. Fay Hazelhurst, Ga.

Zoebel, Amelia

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Terms Cash Phone 679

MONTAG BROS. & CO.

MARIETTA STREET

ATLANTA, GEORGIA

Makers of

Extra Fine Stationery

for

Select Correspondence

and

Supplies for Other College Necessities

Twenty-one years of unvarying
cup quality have made

BLUE RIDGE

The Standard Popular
Priced Coffee

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McCORD-STEWART CO.

Wholesale Grocers Coffee Roasters
Atlanta Rome

LIME - COLA coSany

LaGrange, Ga.

THOS. J. BECKMAN CO.

310 N. Ilth St. Philadelphia
Southern Representative
Warren L. Fogg

de JARNETTE SUPPLY CO.

Cement, Plaster, Lime
All Building Supplies

ATLANTA

BRADFIELD DRUG CO.

PRESTIGE

Drug Stores exist as public conveniences
and for the promotion of public health
and safety. This right to exist depends
upon how well they fulfill their functions.
It takes a reasonable time to gain the
confidence of the public.
Fifty years of Superior Service has given
our store a prestige for which we are
duly proud.

Wedding Invitations
Announcements

Engraved Visiting

and Business Cards

SEE OUR LINE OF SAMPLES

! MILAM DRUG CO.

I Phones 35 and 36 f

I "We Thank You" f

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I LaGRANGE COLLEGE j

I FOR YOUNG WOMEN f

I LaGrange, - - Georgia |

LaGrange College offers excellent educational
advantages. The curriculum is that of an A-Grade
college, offering B.A. and B.S. degrees. Courses
of study enriched and faculty enlarged for the
coming year. Two years preparatory work.
Special Departments of Music, Art, Expression,
Pedagogy, Home Economics, Physical Education
and Secretarial Course.

Dormitories afford every comfort and conveni-
ence of home life. Hot and cold running water
in every room.

The atmosphere of the college life is distinctly
religious. We have interesting literary societies,
inspiring mission study classes, enthusiastic athletic
organizations, and delightful social life.

LaGrange is easily accessible by three railroads,
the A. B. & A., the M. & B., and the A. & W. P.

For catalogue and further information, address

W. E. THOMPSON, President
LaGrange, Ga.

NEW YORK FASHIONS
Spring Styles 1921

Callaway's Department Stores

The March of Progress in Women's Wear and Fashion finds
our Suit, Dress and Millinery Section aglow with all that
is beautiful in Women's Attire for Spring and
Summer

Callaway's Department Stores

Corner Vernon and Bull Sts., Court Square LaGrange, Ga.

LaGrange Electric Laundry

Best Work for Most Reasonable Prices
Dry Cleaning a Specialty

Most Prompt and Courteous Service
to the College Girls.

I First Choice f

% For fifteen years this establishment has been the favorite f

store with the girls of LaGrange College. %

Because

They find here everything one expects to find in an up-to
date department store.

Each girl is invited to open a charge account.
They can get their checks cashed here.
And last, because we offer genuine service.

LaGrange Dry Goods Co.

LaGrange's Leading Department Store

Dozier's Pharmacy ! Call 155

g m s ssssm^^ j> if it's a piece of china, cut

^^Q^}^!^** 1 glass or small decoration for

the home.

a Good Place to Trade | LaGRANGE HARDWARE

I COMPANY

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262 - Phones - 263 ! J l8( ! a ?7' et f ille of

I 1 ools, Cutlery, sporting

I Goods, etc.

LaGrange, Georgia We apprec i ate any suggestions

|> you have to offer.

The College Girl's Friend $ (If its Hardware, we have it)

J. E. DUNSON &
BROS. CO.

Supply Merchants and
Warehouse Men

It has been our great pleasure to
number many of the faculty and
pupils of the LaGrange College
among our friends and customers.

We consider it a privilege to have
been able to serve you in what-
ever way we could, and let us hope
by a continuance of our policy,
"Service and Courtesy," to win
your future business.

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Women's Department

LaGrange National
Bank

Habit, as we all know, had its
origin with the birth of mankind.
Nothing is so easily acquired and
certainly nothing is more difficult
to overcome. We all have them,
some good, some bad. One is as
quickly acquired as the other so
why not let yours be a good one.

The earlier you start, the more
benefit derived, but it is never too
late to begin your Saving Habit.

The LaGrange
Savings Bank

THE STRAND AND THE
GRAND THEATRES

LaGrange, Ga.

The Home of The Finest Screen Productions and With the
Greatest Stars on Earth.
Also the Home of High Class Vaudeville

When You Want Recreation, Visit the Strand and Grand Theatres

A GOOD SHOW EVERY DAY

A. GINSBURG, Manager

Huyler's Candies
Cut Flowers

CARLEY'S

Magazines
Sodas

JONES KNIGHT CO.

Wholesale Groceries

LaGrange, Ga.

Red Mill Flours promise much
Red Mill Flours keep the faith

THEY PERFORM

RISING SUN
Superlative Self Rising

The Flour that Guarantees the Biscuits.

GLORIA
Short High Patent, Plain

That Good Flour that Makes Sure Results.

WHITE WINGS
Fancy Soft Winter Wheat Pat. Plain

The Flour that s Always Satisfactory.

LaGRANGE GROCERY CO.

Wholesale Distributors LaGrange, Georgia

"It's the Best

99

MACON, GAr '

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SUPER GRADE

F LOUR

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~- W SUPER GRADE*

Try us and prove to yourself
the excellence of our
Food Supplies

LaGRANGE GROCERY CO.

Wholesale Distributors

Benjamin Franklin said

"If you would be wealthy, think of
SAVING as well as GETTING".

Deposit Your Savings In

BANK OF LaGRANGE

.00 STARTS AN ACCOUNT
4 Per Cent on Savings

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THE GRAND
THEATRE

Home of
High Grade
Pictures

Only Feature Pictures are shown
at this House and we promise
Courteous Treatment.

The Managers of

THE GRAND THEATRE

Are the College Girls' Friends

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Phone 33 Phone 34

Quality
First

Prescription Work a Specialty

For Toilet Articles, Stationery,
Jacobs' Candies, Dahl's Cut Flowers
Call

The City Drug Co.

LEHMANN JEWELRY CO.

Established 1 856

The College Jewelers

Seals, Society Pins and Medals
Graduate Optometrist

Prescriptions Filled Eyes Exam-
ined, Broken Lenses Duplicated

LaGrange, Georgia

LaGrange Lumber & Supply Co.

Building Materials, Contractors
and Builders

MILTON-BRADLEY COMPANY

29 S. Broad St. Atlanta, Ga.

Headquarters for Art Supplies,
Books, Games and All Kinds
of School Supplies.

All Mail Ord ers given prompt
attention.

PARTIN

Ten Cent Store

We can supply all the practical
necessities for the College Girl

WHITE PROVISION COMPANY

Beef and Pork Packers
Cornfield Brands

Pure Lards, Hams and Breakfast

B

aeon

Office and Packing House
Howell Mill Rd. Atlanta, Ga.

The |

I LaGrange Banking and |

I Trust Company f

1 of !

I LaGrange, Georgia $

$ Oldest and Largest Bank in f

^ Western Georgia x

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1 Capital $200,000. Surplus and Undivided Profits, $500,000. 1

Resources One Million, Five Hundred Thousand Dollars

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Educate Your Girls at LaGrange
College and Entrust their Bank-

| ing Business to us. t

You Will Like

Honey-Gold
Syrup

Because it Tastes Good

THE CITY
CAFE

LaGrange, Georgia

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Packed by

LANGHOFF BROS. COMPANY

New Orleans, La.

Good Things to
Eat"

The Growth of an Idea

An idea is a seed which flowers into
beautiful perfection only when every ele-
ment required in the soil of its production
is present, and the hands which nurture it
are skilled for the peculiar task which
they are to Perform.

No matter how original the plan uPon
which the annual is constructed, how
artistic the designs, how brilliant the read-
ing matter, the final success depends upon
the visualization of these ideas in such a
way that the printed book is the living em-
bodiment of the spiritual conception.

A Perfectly equipped factory, together
with thirty-four years of sympathetic co-
operation with many annual staffs,
should, we believe, fit us for the work of
combining our mechanical skill with the
editors ideas to produce the highest qual-
ity of college annual.

Foote Davies Co.

ATLANTA