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Elizabeth D. Chichester Stella Floyd Editors Helen Allen Mabel Powell
Lois Byrd Augusta L. Brown Lavania Y. Creech

-Editor-in-chief

Associate Editor-in-chief

Glass Reporters

Senior

Margaret Breen

Junior

Ruth Browne

Sophomore

Freshman Frances Bitzer

-Business Manager

- Assistant Manager

CONTENTS

Hallowe'en___________________________________ Page 2

Greater Love HathNoMan____________________ Page 3

The Journey----------------

page 8

Gimmy May's DameSchool________

Page 9

Much Ado AboutNothing_____________________ Page 11

Twigs------------ --------------------------- ------------ page 14

Editorials--------------------------

page 18

Exchange----------------------------------------------------- Page 20

Locals----------------------- ------------------------------- Page 21

Humorous___________________________________ Page 24

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Subscription, 75c Issued Monthly Single Copy, 15c

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Accepted for mailing at special rate of postage provided for in Sec tion 1103, Act of Oct. 3, 1917. Authorized Jan. 20, 1919

Volume III.

' OCT. & NOV. 1919

Number 2

ifaUmor'rtt
Great jagged wounds of lightening rip Across the breast of night,
And thunder demons dance and skip Within its baleful light.
The wings of winds bring shrieks of cats And scents of burning hair,
While gnarled old women borne by bats Flop fiend-like here and there.
The earth is padded with a pall So dead, so densely black,
And vipers leer and lizards crawl O'er wall and chimney stack.
Strange sights and sounds are everywhere There cries a tortured child,
And voices coarse, mix strangely hoarse With screams of beasts gone wild.
The moon with all its silver sheen Has smothered been quite dead
Because forsooth, its Halloe'en The stars are all a-bed.
The force of fear is free to work, The underworld is loose,
And woe is he who dares to shirk, He ties his own neck's noose. Helen Allen, '21
Two

(Smifrr Sou?

No Matt

. U was just a common cur; from the tip of his in quisitive black nose to the end of his expressive yellow tail there was not one single redeeming line or patch of color to give the lie to his mongrel ancestry. When you first looked at him your impulse was to hold your skirts
carefully and walk by; your next, if you caught his re sponsive dog eyes, was to pat his head, thus setting his ever resnonsive tail in motion. His one consuming pas sion in life was a deathless love and lovaltv to the man he followed--the man who had caught sivht of those appeal ing dog eves the dav before, and had viven his last dime to save the dov. which he had christened "Rags", from the mercv of the dop'-killer.
Men had called Dick Brannon a cur too. and he gave the same impression as did a first dimnse of the dog, who now claimed all the affection of which his heart was cap able of holding. One's first impression in both cases was the.same;unless one got a glimpse of Dick Brannon's eves which so seldom looked squarely into those of another. Then the next imnression--after one glance at the hurt look behind the shifting of those eyes, was to offer help. Yet. following close on the heels of the second, if one cared to look a third time, came the decisin that Dick Brannon was not exactly the kind of man that another would offer to help.
His face was young; the once firm mouth told, plain er than any words, of the dissolute life which he had lived. His bearing, slumped and careless, gave no hint of former respectability, but his hands, finely formed, were ill cared for and seemed as incongruous as the broad forehead and finely chisled nose.
His was the same old story--young, far away from home, fell in wild associates. Every week as he went from bad to worse, marked a resolution easily made and easily broken. But there was one--just one too many, and the deed was done.
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Greater Love Hath No Man

Now, Dick Brannon, a social outctast, sat on the steps

of a large warehouse; head in hands, with not one thing

or person in the world to call him friend save the little

yellow dog who sat at his feet. His pleading eyes rested

on the man who for him had suffered the agony of whis

key-craving since he paid his last prospect of a drink for

the dog only twenty-four hours ago.

Great racking coughs shook the thin frame of the

man; coughs which six months of sleeping in cellars had

only made worse.

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Hours they sat there, the man and the dog; the lights

of the city flashed out, one by one, like fireflies in the

dusk. The man sat, coughed and thought ; the dog sat,

looked and worshipped. As a paroxysm of coughing

overcame the vagabond, the watchman, lantern in hand,

turned the corner of the warehouse. Spying the dim fig

ure in the dusk he came closer, then reaching the steps

he said:

"I'm 'fraid you'll have to move on. 'Gainst the law

you know to allow loafing 'round the warehouse. Sorry,

but you'll have to go.

Then as Brannon coughed again, he added,

"Bad cough you've got."

Something in the kind voice made Brannon raise his

head. At the same time the watchman lifted his lantern,

to get a better look at the man, and then--he got a close

glimpse into the eyes of the man on the steps; eyes into

which no man had looked, or cared to look, for many a day.

Somehow those eyes reminded him of the eyes of his boy

Terence; Terence, who was then fighting in France to

make the world safe for such men as this, and a great

wave of anger surged over Thomas Carlton. The man

coughed again; the dog, as if sensing some antagonistic

presence, placed a limp forepaw upon the knee of the man

and a wave of pity completely crowded out the wave of an

ger in Thomas Carlton's heart. He turned to go but his

conscience kept warning. "And suppose someone should turn Terence out

The man can't last much longer and he must have some

good in him to make even a dog love him. Besides there's

snow in the air, and--"

Four

Turning back to the man he addressed him in a rough but kindly voice,
"I say, you seem to have a pretty bad cough,think you'd better turn in."
"No place to go", muttered the man.
"Thought as much from the first. I've seen many of 'em in the same fix, but they didn't have your eyes", thought the watchman but he refrained from saying so. His next statement came abruptly:
"Well, I live in that house over there, fourth floor up. Son's wife and little Allie (she's my little grand-daughter, and a cuter,, smarter little trick I never saw) are staying with mother and me since Terence went over there, so we're pretty crowded. But tell you what, there's a little shack out here that the carpenters use for a toolhouse, if you want to spend the night; there I'll get you some blankets-- you'll at least be warm and dry. Here comes Searles now. I get off 'till ten, back on then 'till four. Come on."
Brannon rose and went; the dog followed with a "whither thou goest I will go" expression in his eyes. The watchman led the way to the shed, then while Bran non and the dog waited he went to get the blankets.
Presently he reappeared carrying in one hand a pitcher which gave forth a fragrant steam, a couple of warm blankets on his arm and in the other hand some thing wrapped up in a coarse but clean napkin.
"Mother sent this, said the coffee 'ud warm you up and the buns 'ud keep you going 'till morning. Then you re to come up and she'll fix you some breakfast, and I'll see if I can get you a job 'roundhere. Goodnight."
The watchman stopped to pat the dog on the head, and thus to receive the three-fold reward of his rare dog smile, brown,human eyes and rapidly wagging tail; then he departed leaving behind a happy man and dog.
Brannon drank the steaming coffee, divided the buns with the dog then gratefully ate his share which some thoughtful hand had prepared. Cold and sleepy he rolled up in the blankets and went to sleep,*the dog curled up close to the only man in the world, at least as far as HE was concerned.

Greater Love Hath No Man

"Fire! Fire!" the shrill cry rang out thru the still

night air, cutting it like a knife.

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Brannon,[roused from his slumber, sat up; Rags, one

battle-scarred ear cocked alertly, sat up too.

, _ .

For two beats the man's heart stopped. As the long

tongues of flame licked hungrily through the smoky win

dows of the first and second stories, his first thought was

"and the old man said he lived on the fourth

Won-

(jer__" Here he was interrupted by the piercing screams

aMy God, they've left little Allie in that back/bed

room. O, why doesn't someone save my baby.!" Allie--where had he heard that name before? then
again came the old watchman's talk "little Allie, s e s my granddaughter and a--". The screams .r^n^, ou*.
"Let me go. I say, no one has tried the side hall

stairway--."

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Quicker than thought Brannon decided. It was a

gamble, sure, but no one cared anyway. He ran to a

nearby faucet and saturated his worn clothing, then

dashed into the belching smoke that issued from the side

door, the dog following close at his heels. _

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And now he was inside the burning building, he found

the staircase; it had not yet caught fire. On he went and

up, each step seemed a mile. Already the walb of the

first and second story rooms were quaking P , , ^ from the raging inferno within. On, up, he fo^t, he
gasped for breath, finally he reached the fourth floor. The smoke was so thick that he was almost blinded,

he felt his way from room to room until he reached tne screaming, frightened child. He seized a blanket and

wrapped it around her, then called to the "Stay here Rags, be back m a minute, intending to
leave the child near a window while he found another

blanket to assure her safety.

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,,

Just then, somewhere in that furnace beneath, a wall

crashed in; there was no time to lose, it was only a gamble

with life and death. He drew a deep breath and started

down; hours to him it seemed; he struggled, his face was

blistered, his clothing burned. After an etermty of agony

he reached the open air and, a second later the stairway

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THE PINE BRANCH

crashed in. Brannon without a word fell forward on his

face.

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And though he never knew it, from the i top of the

staircase two appealing dog eyes had watched him go, had

watched him in his struggle for life until the stairway fell

and with it all hope of escape. With a boom and a crash

the entire building collapsed and with it the little dog who

was told to stay and he stayed.

Dorothy Race `21

Seven

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Brown and drab and thin and sere, The leaves are drifting down; Flutt'ring, hopeless, thru the air, Only drifting, sifting there, Like the falling of a tear. Farther down where aisles are gay, The leaves a-frolic fly; Dancing daringly agleam, Gaudy colored as a dream, Happy ending of their day. So my life, when comes the end, Must float away as called; Wondering, fearing, will it be? Joyous going will it be? Death alone may knowedge send.
--Helen Allen '21
Eight

ijttttuj Mnyf# 0am? ^rljonl
The corridors were full of the noise of shuffling feet and laughing voices. Classes were over for the afternoon and there were two good hours before supper, two hours in which to do as they pleased, not studyng, not under the stem eye of learned professors and WITHOUT "Ginny Mag". In class and before her face "Ginny Mag" was known as Miss Virginia Margaret Crane, Latin teacher and assistant matron; behind her back and out of class generally spoken of as "Ginny Mag Scar'em". This after noon it was widely known that she was going to the dent ist, and therefore--happiness reigned!
Mary, Alice and Jane, three Freshies and ibSeperable companions were going down the hall, arms intwined, and keeping step to the low toned chant,
"Oh where, oh where is Ginny Mag Scar'em, Ginny Mag Scar'em, Ginny Mag Scar'em,
Oh where, oh where is Ginny Mag Scar'em Gone to the Promised Land.
She went up on Latin verbs Latin verbs, Latin verbs,
She went up on Latin verbs Went to the Promised Land
If she gets up there at all, I reckon that's how, un less its by a daily reminder to erring students that clasping arms is unladylike," added Alice under her breath.
An assenting laugh came from the other two. `Hello", some one called. It was Susie McCall, who was standing m the door of one of the rooms, with her back to the hall "You knew that Ginny Mag had gone TM e^tist, didn t you ?" she called over her shoulder. j, A; e J' sodded like it, didn't it ?" was the response xrom the tno as they went on down the hail. . i.know> ' Jane remarked, "Susie has the same build aa Ginny Mag; though I say it not with reference to axiom l*
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Ginny Mag's Dame School

`Things equal to the same thing, equal^to each other,
interrupted Mary, "proceed with the Pr9Pf* r- Mae "But honestly," Jane continued, whereas Ginny M S
is long, skinny and mean; and Susie is tell, slend r sweet they are of the same build from the back.
Returning an hour afterwards from a refreshing wa (apples and candy included) the three girls passed down

the "Welfinhere isn't Susie in that door again-or yet"

exclaimed Alice, peering ^hru the dimly lighted hj11- ^

softly, under her breath she added: I believe 111 blow up

this candy bag and pop it on her back!

D0t" urged June. It 11 b too funny

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The bag was promply blown up and Ahcec rept silent

ly up behind her. Pop! The bag burst and Ahces

laughter rang out gaily. Slowly Susie turned aroun

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Horrors, no! Ginny Mug!*

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"May I ask who did that?" she demanded in stentor

ian tones.

No answer.

"Who was that?" she cried.

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oh_Yes'm, it was me," came m shaking tones

from Alice's corner.

"Well, who is that?"

"Alice Inman, ma'am."

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,

"And please what was the meamng of that unearthly

blow?" she demanded. "You will please write out for me

the irregular verbs, ferre, possum, do, and pro, for tomor-

She turned on her heel, her thin nose in the air,but deigned to turn and say:
"You should not say, `it was me but l ! Frances Bitzer '23

Ten

Ulitrij Aha About Notljtn^

The Montjoy home was a whirling center of excite ment.. Everybody was busy. There was scarcely time to talk, even to the frequent callers. The maids in their neat black dresses and crisp white aprons ran hither and thither, stopping only at intervals to talk of matters of

great importance^ The very air seemed charged with the

feeling that something great was to happen. Indeed it

was! Elizabeth Montjoy was to be married very soon. This wedding had long been discussed and was welcomed

by her friends as one of the most brilliant affairs of the

season. She was a very fascinating debutante and her
father was immensely wealthy; therefore the situation wos of interest to jaded novelty seekers and followers of Dame Gossip.

As the day drew nearer the scene became one of! ever-

increasmg preparation. The elaborate trousseau was al most completed, though there were always several lovely dresses scattered over chairs in the sewing room. Eliza

beth, tired and happy, directed the packing, criticized the

sewing and all preparations. She was also constantly busy answering the telephone and entertaining inquisitive call61*3*

Then one morning the unexpected happened. After sleeping very restlessly one night Elizabeth awoke to find

her valuable pearl necklace gone--stolen supposedly. A

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search rvealed the fact that several pieces of

clothing were gone also. The household was paralyzed

with the shock and wonder of it. Then, as the reaction

set in a thorough search was made; but not a trace of the
missing articles could be found. There was no disarrangment of drawers or chest, no disturbance of any kind to betray the fact that a burglar had raided the rooms. The
entire family was upset. By her father's advice Elizabeth

ments mg <*esperate ^ simply awaited further develop-

On the following morning, however, she found that several other pieces of her precious trousseau had vanished

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Much Ado About Nothing
in the same mysterious way. She then put the case in the hands-of the detectives. Plain-clothes men watched the house. No one was allowed to enter or leave during the night. Evei*y entrance was guarded. Yet the following morning still other valuables were missing. The affair seemed to have taken rather a serious turn. It was evi dent that if a thief found it so easy to gain access to the house he might do graver damage. Therefore, on the third night the watchmen were deadly vigilant. The young de tective in charge requested that everyone go to bed as usual and remain in their rooms. It was evident to Mr. Montjoy that the young man suspected someone of the group. He asked that he might be allowed to sit up with him. As they seated themselves on the top step to await the coming the burglar, the great millionaire smiled to himself to remember that to be just this, a detective, had once been his highest ambition. As the minutes passed he recalled the things he was to have done. Such work as this was not to have his--he was to capture spies, unearth great murder plots, protect the President. They were great plans and this was as near as he had come to carry ing them out. He smiled, this time sleepily. He was glad he had not been a detective, they must live beastly un pleasant lives., He was so sleepy now that not even his boyhood dreams could keep him awake. It was really stupid sitting here when there seemed to be no burglar. He glanced over at the detective. Something must have es caped him for that young man was leaning forward eagrly and listening intently.
Evidently there was a burglar. Someone was moving around in Elizabeth's room. He had not wasted time af ter all. They involuntarily crouched back into the shad ows of the wall. Elizabeth's door opened and a figure stepped out with arms piled high with clothing. Some thing of the old time thrill came back to the great man. Cautiously they followed the silently moving figure. They were led down the length of the hall up a third flight of stairs and through an unused door. Of course, the thief had been coming in thru the attic windows. No, he paus ed in the attic and going to an old chest carefully placed
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THE PINE BRANCH
the clothes in it and closed it. The apparition, burglar, thief, ghost, was evidently unafraid; he turned and walked directly past them. The two men stared aghast. The once-would-be detective stood stupified for a moment and then whispered to the detective that it would make a good dinner sory.
And he waited until dinner the next day to tell Eliza beth, now bewailing the loss of her wedding veil, that she, walking in her sleep, had played burglar and stolen her own things.
Mabel I. Powell '22.
ThirUtn

iBUmmtg Hubblro

They were seated flat on the floor, a little blue bowl of soapy mixture between them. Rompers, bare feet and soap bubbles. What more could one desire for complete

happiness?

,

"Look Margery, see how high mine floats! ' Tilted

far back in gleeful pride was the little head with hair pile

old-woman like on top for coolness. "U-u-umph!" Margery was frantically attempting to
conserve enough breath to finish the newest rainbow glob
ule she was blowing--^O-h-h, yours can't beat mine she

boasted.

*

Just then there came a cry of grief from hercompan-

ion, "Margie, Margie! mine's busted, and it was so beaut-

if ul!" "Don't matter, you can blow another," consoled Mar-
ery, with a deeper knowedge than she realized.

Sip nag of Qoattr

"Anne, I don't like no more girls here but you, and

you've been good to me. I uin t gonna fergit either Anne,

not even when I'm a grown man."

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"B__But Joe." Anne was thinking of the many times

he had helped her. Now he was going back to the orphan

age to stay.

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"Who'll help me with that old 'nthmetic? You wont

stay always will you?"

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"When I'm a big grown man 111 come back, but 1 am t

but fifteen now. Please don't fergit me Anne.

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Just then a voice called impatiently from the house, "Joe, hurry on with that milk, ye hear?"
Joe turned and with a wistful look picked up the pail. " 'Bye Anne," he called back and started toward the house.
Anne was a gay little girl of twelve who lived next door to Joe. They had played together and Joe had help ed her get her lessons. Now he was going.
"Oh well," she thought, as she passed on down the lane, "he'll come back. If he doesn't I can have a nice time with James."
L. B.
ife SIhat 3b Hiar
A group of small schoolboys slipped out of the dor mitory, past the night watchman, down to the railroad tracks. It was evident that they were up to some mis chief; their faces were blacked and they wore slouched hats and dirty overalls. They seemed well enough dis guised, nobody would recognize them.
They followed along the main track for some distance and then finding the desired place, set to work greasing the rails for several hundred feet. During the operation one poor little fellow who had almost "backed out" express ed his secret thoughts.
"What would `Prof say if he were to find this out?" he quavered.
" Traid are you? Better go back home and go to bed in your ma's arms, little fraid cat."
"You're right," put in a third, "We ain't got time for babies."
"I'm not 'fraid" answered the first and he went thru with his part.
Their work finished the boys slipped back in and to bed.
Number three came speeding along and as the boys ex pected skidded and could not pass over the spot they had greased. With a muttered curse at the delay the engineer backed his train and went around on a sidetrack. At the station they gave in the report and search was made for the mischief makers.
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Again that night the boys passed down the tracks, queerly costumed and strangely silent. This time they were accompanied by a policeman and two professors.
"Wish I was at home asleep in ma's arms," shivered the boy who had nearly lost courage.
"You're a wise guy," remarked the boy who had made fun.
L. H.
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It was just a letter, tender, yearning, hopeful; a note hopefully triumphant, daringly longing. It was a thing to bum into the heart of any true maiden. But was she true? Was she sensitive to the real soul of the man? Could she in her coldness appreciate the worm love of the true man or was she so untouched by love that this whole some possession passed her by ? Ah! for the moment, as she read it, the great tenderness overpowered her and al most she was persuaded. To the note of longing her very being thrilled. Could he--could he be the one ? Dare she take the risk? Would she find this wrong? Was he the same as all? Doubt assailed her.
Then did she answer it? Can you tell? I can't..
21b? JFatpft Simtr
My hour had come! Slowly but surely those unre lenting hands pushed me forward. Horror froze the fran tic prayer on my lips. My heart stood still. Before me lay that dark and dreadful inquisition chamber, and behind those callous hands. There was no choice; I must go for ward^ Even now I felt the frightful fiend behind goading me on. One step forward I advanced into that chamber of horrors. What fate awaited me there I already knew. Somewhere from out that overpowering darkness some one would thrust and then! My blood ran cold! Them was a movement! Where would it strike me? Would it cleave my head or pierce my heart? Would my death be
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lingering or would--Oh! what would death mean? Cold drops of fear poured over me. Something desperately clutched my arm. I screamed! I struggled! Mon dieu! How I fought. I was held in a grip of iron. I was over powered. I ceased to struggle; my fate was sealed; the thing had me. The cold blade was passed down my arm whetting it into readiness. Then the point was tested on my soft skin. How could they wait? Let me die or let the agony cease. Quickly they whetted the blade again! And now--now, a last desperate prayer and its over! When would the serum take effect?
--Apologies to Dr. Mashbum and the typhoid vacci nation.
Seventeen

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Ninetten

The first day of a new year is the usual time to make resolutions, but it is not necessary to wait until that time before making new resolutions, and giving up bad habits already formed. Why is it not appropriate for all stud ents upon entering a new school career to make good resolutions and keep them during the year? Certainly it is just as proper for us to make good resolutions at the be ginning of our year as it is for business to make them at the beginning of a new calendar year. Believing that good resolutions are wise decisions and helpful to all students, we suggest these resolves:
1. I will be happy. 2. I will adjust myself. 3. I will have a program. 4. I will improve my mind. 5. I will take care of my body. 6.| I will keep my conscience clear. 7. I will be loyal to my college. 8. I will be agreeable to my fellow students. 9*. I will not ibe a college slacker. 10. I will not be a confirmed kicker.
--^Exchange
The college magazine is a great invention, The college gets all the fame, The printer gets the money, And the staff gets all the blame.
--Exchange
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Y. W. C. A. Surprise

'The Yh W? r SaUTq P-a^ 0f ^le counties- By whom

iile rul ^ A* Social Committee.

October1!?tlf $ eight-thirty o'clock on Saturday nighl

S` G* ^ N* C- assembled on the lawn witl

much enthusiasm. Every one brought a tiny parcel se curely tied up and a merry half hour of "swappLg" ensued

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Eve!J 0M the bSS oneSTM

in^fe 0 tJ"+uAft tJhe President gave the decision of th< judges and the guests had had refreshments the narti broke up, all declaring this the very best party ever 3

On Halloween

ewte^milewK urck gosts' etches, spooks and othei

fSrs a^ te tr' f.masked' filed silently down the

and mf fl16 dining room where a very amnginp

law^anTfn^S8 h? d' The

then Proceeded to the

a hu^ dhT d-f un>g ar(iun<I a sparkling fire over which
nii^e black witches pot of "pease porridee hot' ghSfwalk'whiVbf,*iiUng`j Ilext formed in line and the

g ost walk which followed led the procession to West Hall the central hatotat of all weird individuals. On entering ing pop-corn an? rMhanded %r^aU paper bag contai^

thf

cnd ? IolZ'pop- Vlslts were then made to

telle? T?o faSp^ks,4.B ue Beard's room and the fortune

teller. The second story was truly the Land of Terror

where one heard very gruesome tales. Having descended

and tSn aft6 SPKri-tS bobbed fr apples in a bain of water

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Seniors--To the Subs and Sophs
On Saturday evening, September the twentieth, the Seniors entertained in honor of the Sub-Freshmen and Sophomores. The Subs were dressed in a way that em phasized the dignity they, as school teachers had assumed.
The Sophs went wearing fool's caps and carrying their wisdom. The Seniors were there dressed as they did long years ago in their childhood days. After playing some childish games an impromptu program was carried out--each one taking part illustrating with speech or song, and dress, the thing for which she stood. Refreshments were served and the guests left promising to come and play again with theSeniors.
The "A. A."
Just watch what the Athletic Association is doing. By spring we will defy anybody to say that there is a more "fit" group of girls anywhere.
Board Meeting
We were very glad to have with us several members of the Board on September the third. Several interesting talks were given in chapel by visiting members, among whom were: Judge C. A. Ward, Jr., of Douglas, Senator H.H. Elders, of Reidsville, Hon. John D. Pope, of Albany and Hon. Dudley M. Hughes, of Danville.
The Senior is wise, and the Freshie is green. Sophs are a gay, happy medium between.
"The Twig of Thorn"
The Dramatic Club will present the beautiful little Irish play "The Twig of Thom" just after Thanksgiving. No one should miss this as it will be especially well played. Those playing the leading parts are: Ruth Thomas as Oonah; Ona Zula Toole as Aengus; Ranme Griffin as Nessa; Eva Floyd as Aileel.
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Sfeadjtttg Saga
Into our faces comes the sun's bright rays
Awake said they, for now is the time
For Seniors to don their teaching ways
Come and get in line For you're to teach today Seniors,
You're to teach today.
At six o'clock we surprised the school
By dressing ourselves with unusual care
We dress and redress our unruly hair
For we're to teach today Seniors, We're to teach today.
The bell peals; nothing can hold us now
As martyrs to their doom, we silently go
Into the room to begin, but how Oh my plans! I miss them so. (Now we're to teach today Seniors
We're to teach today.
Now we begin, what shall we do next' The minutes drag slowly by And bom of blank despair Comes a happy thought Why not resort to the age-old way, the text? ine lesson ends and we realize That we've our first lesson taught Now we've taught today Seniors
Now we've taught today.
A. Brown and A. C. Robinson '20
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How Remarkable!
Frances Dekle (in laboratory picking up very small vessel containing a pound of mercury) "Oh! Miss Craig, does'nt a pound of mercury weigh a lot!""
Miss Craig: "Yes, Miss Dekle, it weighs a pound!

Plainly .Mistaken
Mr. Bradley: "Miss Spier, what is `investiture'?" Emma: "Well-ah-er, its when a lord dies-" Mr Bradley: "No Miss Spier, that's death!

Where Ignorance is Bliss

New Girl: (during thunderstorm) "Oh!' What's

that noise?"

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Another New Girl: "Why thats the rain blowing

down the "wind" pipes!"

Sophomore Wisdom

J. Brown: "We certainly did have chaos at break

fast this morning."

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J. Powell: "Why, I thought it was hash!

It Is Queer

Alma Kicklighter: "No one in my .family has red

hair; can't see why I have it."

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M. Powell: "Well that's nothing. Nobody m my

family is lightheaded, but I am.

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In Need of Science? inet "^SS ^roover "Get a thermometer out of the cab-

Susan Ansley: (getting one) "This isn't a ther mometer. It has "Science Department" on it."

Senior Knowledge

Mr Wood:' What do you mean by personality?"

Annie Clem else has."

"Its something you have that nobody

As to Weddings Margaret B.: "I'll not send invitations if--" Hattie Lou R.j "Nor me either. Mine is private."
Who? Satan? . fJf Gallaher: Why have you not gotten around to tell about your sins sooner? Was old Satan behind you?
Nannie Mann: "Er-er-no'm, Miss Gallaher, I didn't mean you were."
Some Hot Miss Craig: "Miss Stockton, what is boiling point?" Kuth Stockton: "Why its when the water boils."
A New Light on Mercury Freshman: "Miss Craig, what do you bum in this alcohol lamp, mercury?"
Beware All Ye Seniors Luke McLuke says that the easiest things to slip on are dignity and ice.

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"Courting" My knees began to tremble,
My hands began to shake, For there the court assembled
And my rep was at the stake. My head was high,
My hand was clenched, My time was nigh
At the judgement bench. "One Who Knows" '21
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