The Pine Branch: Freshman Number, April 1925

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Number 5

THE PLM7 BrAxch

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LOVE is ever beginning

. . ,,rclnino' The once bright

The December afternoon was a ^ ^a(j moved oyer the

clouds had faded into * ^of ^darkness that wassoonto

K

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fc+olhlePiaornin*nie^sn, ti,#n fTrohnetwoifn4dt-vhwpeTasTekrerienng, haonlmdooevsefde. adlj,onagPirn^>gelr'ysona. tpatthsnsee-

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of the world outside. mSSaw

, dying flames on the hear "S fachtled 'as a

^SprtecW&o h?^ should befall thebttle old

tedy who had been left in

heV mending basket I

1 On Grandmother Herring s Jap w

the twlllght

HT.ulhd wandered am^d

atiritetd thought a little ^ "

beSoneaften.oonwhSG^dmoft^m t8 ol ^

year, a young man, ^ated 1

to gee her uncie

^^etwomenhadgone^hds.thoUwn^^n^ation^dlJreah-

until late " SfhS'unci told her that the "

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the adjoining county. They w

Sng into business together.

g h discussing

g M? Herring often spent evenings in tne^ firm_ ghe had

S somde hwimorkfrtohmatthweas being carri

clwUaysofinbtuerseinsetesds a^ nd

banny when he would cast ^

became more tre

swa year later

bhShing"y ^ hie offer of mamage.

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The thirty years of Grandmother's married life had been very much like those days spent at her uncle's.
When the work of the day was supposed to be{ over and the evening meal was finished, John would return to the office. Often he looked forward to the day when his"ships would come home," and his financial circumstances would en able him to fulfill all the girlhood desires of his wife. Grand mother sat by the fire and pondered . . . John did not even take time for a game of whist then. So John had worked on, never manifesting his love in the little affections so dear to her heart.
The rocking chair ceased to move. The fire on the hearth was growing low. The phantoms had united into one big protective agent.
When John, Junior, had been small and had sat on her knee and patted her face affectionately with his chubby little hands, often she had hoped that in her son the fire of love and tenderness would kindle and burn brightly.
It did kindle, but his affections grew into a love of foot ball, hiking, fishing and camping. The years passed quickly , and before Grandmother realized it John was off at college and was making the football team.
During his third year at college, John had very unex pectedly brought home a bride. What a shock it had been! Sh'' had so hoped that John would finish college. But amid the disappointment she had cherished the hope that in Lucile, her great desire would be realized.
Lucile was a very lovable girl, not more than eighteen-- a girl who possessed all that youth could offer.
Grandmother, as well as John, realized this as they took their evening stroll along the shadv avenue. John and Lu cile had walked hand in hand. They were hanny. They loved each other, but it had seemed to Grandmother, as she sat rocking on the oorch, that nowhere in their young lives was there a place for her.
Grandmother continued her musing, unmindful that the fire on the health was slowly fading away, and with it the last rav of sunlight.
Lucile had been lonely in the small town away from her parents, so they decided to move to the city. John had started in the business wo^1d. He had done well. IP fact, he had sent his mother a liberal check every month.?
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Once during the next summer John and Lucile had come to spend a week just to rest from the hurry and bustle of the city. How they enjoyed the fruits and vegetables that Grandmother gathered and prepared! And after they were gone, Grandmother had cried because they had brought her an album filled with post card views of the city instead of a bit of cream lace to go in the neck of her best black satin dress.
It was in the next spring that Virginia Claire had been born. Grandmother had looked forward to the week that they would spend in the summer with her.
But they had not come. John had been entering business on a larger scale. This had required much of his time and thought, and had left no time for vacation that summer. Grandmother had hoped that they would come the next summer, but in the following summer the story had re peated itself. Grandmother, living there alone, had done her work, and bit of mending, but it had been in an in different spirit.
Thus five summers had passed; but the last of these sum mers had passed. Lucile had been stricken with fever and after a month of suffering had died. Not long afterward, John had been struck down by an automobile. He had died, leaving two treasures to his mother--one his daughter, Vir ginia Claire,--the other a vast sum of money.
Although the death of her son and of her daughter had grieved Grandmother greatly, the arrival of Virginia Claire, the furniture and many household furnishings, gave her new duties, new thoughts, and new cares.
The child, Virginia Claire, was affable and amiable, but did not possess the beautiful features of her mother. The little girl had never visited out of the city, so naturally, found plenty to attract her attention, while Grandmother busied herself with the unpacking.
How tenderly and motherly she had cared for the grand child. She had played dolls, made play houses, studied les sons, and been a girl with Jenny.
Several years later an incident had occurred which she would never forget. One day Virginia Claire had been m*ttmg before the fire, staring at the crayon portrait of her grandfather.
"Grandpa must have been a good kind man. Granny,"
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Virginia Claire had said abruptly. "Why do you think so, dear?" Grandmother asked, won-
deringly. "Weil, those eyes of his just seem to say, `I love you*. I
know I would have loved him. He looks just like daddy looked, and daddy loved everyone, you know."
It was the first time Grandmother had ever thought of it in this way. Could it really be true that her husband had manifested his love for her in this manner. Why had she not seen it in his eyes then as she did now ? Why had she not learned that there were more ways than one in which affection could be shown? A new light came into her eyes. Yes, they had all loved her. But did Virginia Claire love her? . . . My, how the child had grown. Could she believe that Jenny was in her senior year at high school ?
There was a sound on the porch. Grandmother awoke, as it were, with a start. She heard a voice; it was Virginia Claire's.
"Yes, do come in, Bob, the house is all dark. I wonder where Granny is."
Grandmother softly put some wood on the fire that was almost dead, and turned on the light.
"Here I am, Jenny, come in to the fire. You must come in too, Bob," she called out cheerily.
The two came merrily into the room. Virginia Claire patted the gray hairs softly and showed her a pen sketch. It portrayed the face of a lady well spent in years. The smile of peaceful satisfaction that illumined the face, over shadowed the deep furrows in her brow and the wrinkles on her cheek.
In a few minutes Grandmother Herring had chocolate and cookies on the library table, and the three were enjoy ing the good things.
Bob watched the two of them, grandmother and grand daughter. He saw the smile of joy and contentment in the old lady's face. He saw the eager, thoughtful look of Vir
ginia Claire. Finally he remarked, "Granny, how Virginia Claire does
love you." And the old lady's smile reflected the hanpy contentment
of her heart as she patted her granddaughter's head, and said softly, "Yes, Bob, I believe she does!"
Louise Milam. Fire

THE WATERFALL'S SECRET
Among the noises of the waterfall, there was always to he heard a strange and unaccountable one. It mingled oddiy with the sounds of rushing, tumbling water.
Stranger still, were the loud, menacing bursts of sound which came only at occasional intervals. So uncanny, so appalling were these, that men, hearing, caught their breath in fear. The sounds resembled human voices, wailing and shrieking, seemingly from the very foam of the waterfall.
So like human cries were they, that several times search had been made, but to no avail. It was whispered then that these cries of the waterfall were not explainable; that they were echoes of distant voices.
At the foot of the waterfall boiled and surged a whirl pool, far too tempestuous for a swimmer to trust its swir ling waters. So the waterfall was shunned and regarded as a place of weird and unwholesome influence.
One summer day, a lad lay by the waterfall; he was not afraid of it, he loved the beautiful, lonely place, and spent most !of his holiday hours there. He was a handsome lad, tall and slender, with fine clearcut features. Long curling lashes covered his dark eyes and sparks of bronze showed in his crisp curling hair. Although he was clad only in ragged clothes, there was an air of distinction about him.
He was sprawled on the edge at the top of the waterfall, gazing dreamingly, down the great white sheet of foam be low him. The low hollow murmur of the fall sounded mys teriously.
The lads gazed followed the stream that led from the whirlpool. It plunged away through surrounding woods of tall, dark trees and undergrowth. Suddenly the boy star ted. His body grew tense. Two or three small birds were coming toward him in short flights, down the shore of the pool. They fluttered from bush to tree uttering little plaintive calls.
The boy skilled in woodcraft, knew something had star tled the birds; they were flying before it as it followed them along the mossy trail. What ever the something was, it was nearing him rapidly. The birds did not re$t a second ere they were up and off again, flying directly toward him.
A fish jumped in the pool. Instinctively, the lad^ glance wandered toward it. On the flicker of an eyelash the birds
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passed, and stillness fell fpnrsuSeyiKtihe ^rh^way'a bwe f ^

him. his thoughts went to the

?ld`rTMr shake

.fTailh, earehultivseadg'so'lll!^a*Dianmtoe<dIsicrS na^-<-tW8tser: af"odotfaodfetdhebywater-

their breath , "the Witch of the

called undei4

woods with haste, always alone ^fterfa l . She traveled the

ed by no one knew what memori<S ttf8 dnven and toTMent-

it was the secret of the waSfin ?0uS0n?e whispered that

lift a burden from her heart a nr) h^10^1' Wlen slved, would

to her remaining days. ' and

peace and happiness

she concealed beWnd8 branche/0rm-that had passed? Was

long hair tangle feat^ shadow outlined by his feaff^nii not linger for investSatSi W rocks at the edge 3 tK

hTM.? Was it her

^ dead limb> or only a

shape ?

did

down the

fsahlrlilfliilnlgifgtofhhiesVteurrSorert^her wifhuSeS^uddCernylyfththeerewaartoesre-

th^Ke woSs"IS1!? the ^T -th ^ steps

dived-under Zroad

tol^rS WhTMthd ^

ridge he paused. It was peaceful here Tie i'61 0a },ie

low-lymg meadows hned with elders and'wnS took,11? the

mg weeds.

eiders and willows and trail-

of handsome,mfat horsesf

carnafe drawn by a pair

knew it belonged to Es-erton r?S0Snized,the livery and

county. This carriage waa0?6^ fl}e richest men in the

from college Egerton's^ward Swhn<hUi)led y brin^in-? home

years.

> o had (been away for sever-

miSleSotPKdtohTMteretLtke

stopI>ed in th

rectly opposfte,^nd very dose tr, tK'sltSwtodoY was di-

awicnodnofwuswedassaefancessro^IorvpiI7v bfluw e ietkafd.*St8Frrta^mde- d,Hine thhaadt

lad

gkam f th- Ss C tuStlS

Who wag he in ragged breeches to be staring at a high
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, , ,,

was surrounded wth luxury; he "was be-

M6 Stamed face he ^about to atea! ao-ay,

whYenouthaeregoirnle'sstwteheet v"l^"es^P ttat^fl uusseM a t^o w^ atch^ playj S51 to be home agSn! SDon't gol 1 have forgotten your

"Tam called `Jack, of the Poorhouse/MissEgerton Itave

never had any other name, because, you see, no one

anything about me." The gentle f^e

. , i u;TM gTew grave in sym^^'"SCody one, Jack."

"SSSSfeer my first

""ycs I do,"

the^t, and splash-

,ngH^ut,"0a?S'S^bne from the bank and re-

turned to the carriage window.

name," he

sa`i`ZThis"Sfeloewfetrearlew.Jayes tmhraek*esbmloesstohminsK^nox y

, t,

"^""pStyr^rfedYhe girl. "Then you have remem-

bered me 3.11 these years.

"Of course," declared

and the carriage

The fat coachman gathered the reins, ana me

^We'wKe each other again," cried Annabel as the car

riage swayed on its wa,y\ , .

farm where he worked

toSimh of Ms"strength

K^edTa^f Mri Hobbs

was peering over his shoulder.

cows at once."

"I'm sorry I am late, sir, I

, "he'll put a spell

"Don't let him, screamed Mrs. Hoods,

0I1"What on earth do you mean?" began Jack.

"Haveyou beerfup at the waterfall?" he demanded, his

TOttwTs^th a fimbXg of trouble that Jack answered.

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``Yes, sir."

Mr- h^ '''mean'~Dame "

d"SF3|fh"roporJS;..Hobbs-

^

oon my place who hi deahLa ,,mhnfU' o1? ,have " e

It was with dificultv +v,7 i I^am-e SchaIott I"

go up stairs to his attic room for^hi^f^^K^ pe^Tnission to

he tied in a bundle, and slune mf M<f f^W 1bJelon^ngs, which

one valuable possession. Itias^J^u^ He had but

front of it was a lovers Vnr.+ a gW locket. On the

gazed at the exquisitely painted mhhaf JaC^ opened it and

S

^ - ts

which Annabel lived ThinkiW +h\ Ut u0r the vilIaffe in

employment as a farm haS ^that ?e/haps he could get

Ira Holstead, EgertS manager gave

house*

menial tasks^nly seeinJVAn^htiat the hardest and most

tance He made no coSate? hnfmnf ?r twice at a dil-

j.J- This gained no credit with Ira

^^out a grum-

hked Jack from the first nn4i^ * H?lstead, who had dis-

which Jack had acquired S e^!? JealoJusy of the favor

Jack s cheerfulness was a renmfrv 0n, aiT^ Pa^y because carefully concealed ShoneX Up0n Ira's lazi"ess aud

about a ^ortSghth? wZ^ven^f W0^king for Egerton

?n ^ through the woods toh!afJ?w.,houTM to himself, fall. There was a flat rock whiVh ^^av0r?^e spt. the water-

pool directly at the foot of the waWail UJ in,to the whirI* on the rock and sat down with hfj^f V *aCi, wa,hed out foam He was puzzled over the if;L+ack ^he sheet of

<?

to decide how he could hSnmv Ep'erton> and

ab?thWitS,,t K ^^"hed

as it had ^ It

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TH& FINIS BRANCH

beh"li>nodesJatchkespwoaktee.rfall s aspcreett troublheimyoseul?f" round and_ t.o

Witn a ternhed

g on the flat rock be-

his feet. Sne was standmg mot ^ come flcating on the

tween Jack and,th^ ^`been upborne on its spray? As

foam of the watertall, or bee P

old WOman began

if in confirmation ot the^latter id ,

r of drops tell

shaking her cloak. As she did so, a

up"oHn otwhedriodcky.ou get ,here? JTaocpikr d^ emanded,'enshtaokfilyla.ughter The old woman spoke with an unuei^

M SSt^lSnded, "Are you taMdu* about
^The'cMcSeV^Iu a slow swaying movement on the roc"kAaknndocthoafntpeeda--rl, on a loehetonfl grro0iidu,)( aa tale untold, of a gn,eack ctasi"us hfin ^"^e cried, "1

But Dame Schalott shook ner

t d t something be-

out suddenly from .the cloakandpomted a ^ edge; to

^his^SLettt^ Sng save the peace-

"WhtS the"r he demanded, turning back.

The Dame had disappear^

of Jack> a,,a angry

Some time later, Ira Holstead, J

for years

because Jack had discowed that he^had belongillg. t0 E

in the habit of abstracting sum

y

his life at

erton, in a ^ of anger flogge^ac^ future there

Egerton was finished, that there coum u

forThhirmow. n again upon th_ e world, JTtaplr rdlepp^idoAd nhneabweolulidn wtriin fame and fortune and return so e day decided to go once
Se lo thfwaterfjrHe hoped fo'see Dame Schalott agam

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and to learn whether she really knew anything about his
^He ^walked out onto the flat rock at the foot of the pool, and a vJke beWnd him softly said, "Sometimes, our fortune llS wheeled6 Jack^ and started forward eagerly, and cried out, "You shall not escape me this time until you re^S1ytwelh"dshe`,said, "but, he would the secret share,
mu"sIt wniollt sdharrienkantyo tdaosknnydoudasxeot. me, if only _yo-uwxtitifIIl csonllvvpe tthhPDsaemcereSt cohfatlhoettwreattreerafatelldarnadpitdhley saeccrroestsotfhme yrolcokc.kepta.using a second against the sheet of foam. Then, while Jacks aslS AnnS rlpfl ot-Sazeestwilal srTessteecdonond hoefr,cosnhfeusdioisna,ppaecahreodk.inSgtedpapminpgS Vsplashing and beating of pellets, a rushing sound of water. Jack stood behnd the sheet of the waterfall, safe a d
S0T ao'w around he discovered that he was in a dark cave, reachingfarbeyond, forming the floor of the cavern. On
S this^veTSed Jack, "is the secret of the water-
fall, and explains the strange echoes ^m^olaced her As if in answer to his words, tho old Dame placeu ner
hands to her mouth, and gave a waihng c , of the "1.
it a snudl chest. It was fall of papers, letters and legal docu mo"he!etLT Jack demanded.

Eleven

moments, she gazed fondly at Jack with a sad-

the pine branch

?he adfom^odS'then turne<i and slowly bega"t0 climb

a1d obtained a" interview oupst TopW^ Ax abel was also present at Jack's re iqnugestth. e JwaocokdteonldcathsekesttrbaenfgoeretaElgeeortfotnh,ebwegagteerdfahllimantdo ?nlinar*d

E^PerS 1 contabied5 he also handedfta h?s

Egerton went over the papers with methodical slowness all

while becoming more and more excited Finally* ha

EMTM ^ "m' "" t0k

"injure ot

((
Ihli^dfv dnhvt

0U know what this means?"

l hardly dare think, sir answered Jack.
if
on t vleans' ke said at teagth. "that you are-Thank Heav

en. You are my own grandson! I never knew until thi<5

SfromSrdhgJ>nmW/0fanrlsfX1Sftn^dS ' -i?7P,a2?lSy> as?o?n' dJioendatahbarno,adrafnighawtinagy

that JTonathan s wiAfne cthamesee alfetteterrhsisDdameaethSctohaEloet-tertteonlk hmnot

fl 1t0n' gazia? fondly at his new found grandson said wou,dToht r^t,on-a ^ d4^Sr wari?- Sir' may 1 have your pen"teto" ^

grandfather.W0Uld S Complete my happiness," declared his

P^hTM611 turned toward Annabel, but with a little e-asn

she fled from them out of the room.

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Marguerite Etheridge

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A PEACH OF ONE HUE

It was one of those balmy June days that only Georgia

has the privilege to enjoy. The afternoon sun was lazily

journeying westward, leaving the air fairly saturated witn

the odor of ripe peaches. Every rosy cheeked peach seem

ed to nestle closer to the bunch of bright green leaves, under

which it so gracefully reposed, expressing to the world its

feeling of peace and security, at least for the present. Yet all nature was not peaceful. For on a narrow', loney

road that ran for miles and miles through peach orchards,

there stood a large motor truck heavily loaded with crated

peaches ready for shipping.

.. .

1 Under this truck lay Marjorie Willingham, trying m vam

to discover what had made the truck stop at such an inop

portune time; she was decidedly not at peace with any WJS;

She had scanned the road for some sign of human life, but

it had appeared that sue was the only human being within

miles. Since she was an independent person, sne had de cided not to wait for somebody to help her, but had crawled

under the truck and had begun tinkering with the machir -

er "Pshaw!" she exclaimed, "I can't get this nut off, and I
KNOW the trouble is in here. Why DID 1 come this for
saken road, when this load HAS to freight? I might have known something would go wrong.
Just then a voice spoke from behind. "Pardon me lor in terrupting you, but you're blocking traffic with your true .
Mio-ht I be of any assistance to you! The girl peered from under the engine and saw a young
man with smiling grey eyes looking down at her. "Whv I didn't suppose anyone else would oe using th
road today, and so felt perfectly safe in choosing Wnsspot tn have an accident! You certainly may help me. See if you can find what's wrong with this troublesome truck. lt ran like a top until I came on this road, then it waited until

I got away from everybody and broke down. "Tough luck. What did it do when it stopped? Any spe-
CM way it acted?" asked the man pullins off his coat, telliS up his sleeves, and takimr the wrench from her hand

sIig crawled from under tlie motor.

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"It just started coughing and spitting, and then stopped

altogether."

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Then I expect the trouble is in the carburetor. But I

can t understand what a little bit of a girl like you is doing

rWoad. If

truck like this, on such a narrow, deserted

rnu

you see, daddy s peaches HAVE to get shipped.

There s a shortage of labor, so Fm helping him out by driv

ing this truck. It s the one thing I CAN do, and now I

seem to be making a complete failure of it."

But why did you come this road, when the truck is so

heavily loaded?" asked the man working fast at the ma chinery.

It s a short cut to the loading track, and this load was the last needed to finish a car due to leave on the 4:30 freight with six others. If it stays over until tomorrow he won t be able to sell it, as there^ another big shipment due
Daddy expected to make some much needed monev off these first cars."

"Maybe there's hope yet. I'll try my best to get you and your whole load there in time. Please hand me a screw driver. This screw needs a little coaxing to come out."
"In just a minute," said Margery, who had dived into her pocket for a powder puff and comb the minute the man had crawled under the truck.. The next delay had been for face rather than for automobile repairs.
There was silence for a few minutes while the work went on.

Then, "Ah! there's the trouble. The feed pipe was stop ped up. Now your troubles are half over, and these ereen peaches will ripen in New York."
^^Oh 1 you're a life saver! I never would have got there and then the old Exchange would have something else to raise a fuss about."

The Peach Grower s Exchange," asked the man looking pernlexed. "What do you mean?"

"Well they turned down a whole shipment last week for

no cause whatever, and if they did it once they'd do it

again, explained Margery using her reasoning powers.

Possibly it is not the Exchange that's causing the trou ble^ You know its a very reliable concern."

I know, but where else could it be ? I believe thev're

at the bottom of it all, but Daddy doesn't."

Y

The man crawled from under the engine and cranked

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it to see if it would run smoothly. "Your rest helped you." he said, "you look more refresh
ed than when I saw you first, 'that seems to be running normally again. Now, Miss Willingham, I think you will be able to get there without any more trouble."
"Oh, thank you a thousand times. But -- how did you know my name when I've never seen you before?"
"Everybody knows Miss Margery Willingham, the beauty of the South. I'll follow close behind in case you have need for me again."
Margery drove to the tracks without further accident, and arrived in time to see the train quickly disappearing from view. She busied herself about loading the car that was left and arranged for it to leave on a special train later and join the others on the road. In doing this she did not see her unknown hero again.
At supper that night, Margery related her experience of the day to her father.
"And you don't know who the man was?" he asked her. "Haven't the slightest idea unless he was some garage mechanic on his vacation," Margery replied, but think ing, "I wonder who he was. He had the most charming manners." In the busy days that followed Margery found little time to allow her thoughts free play, but often visions of a handsome young man with smiling grey eyes would rise up, obliterating tiring bills of lading and endless car num bers. And sometimes before she fell asleep at night she snatched a few minutes to wonder who he was, and if she would ever see him again. A few days after the incident of the roadside another ship ment of Mr. Willingham's peaches was refused, and appar ently for the same reason. "But daddy," Margery said when she learned of it, "why are our peaches the only ones that are refused when they're just as good as any others?" "Perhaps they're NOT as good, Marge," answered her father, looking worried and tired. "I'm sure the trouble does not lie with the Exchange, because I know we'd get a fair deal from them. It must be somewhere else." Margery tried to see it in the same light her father did, but still she believed that the new inspector for the Ex
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change was the cause of all their troubles. Mr. Willingham consulted the inspector, Dick Holcolmb,
only to find that he was as much perplexed over the state of allairs as was Mr. Willingham himself. The two men arranged to have Mr. Hoicoimb personally inspect the Wil lingham fruit from the time it was picked from the trees
Margery rebelled at the idea and refused to help, be cause she insisted that the inspector only wanted to do some more damage. Therefore, whenever Mr. Holcolmb came, she assigned herself the duty of staying as far away from him as the large plantation would allow.
At the close of the day when she was driving the truck home after taking her last load, some whim made her drive through the fragrant orchards on the road on which the truck had broken down. As she was coming from between the trees about to join the main road again, a grey roadster flashed past and she recognized her cavalier of the smiling eyes. She waved gaily at him and began wondering anew who he was.
"I do believe I'm about to fall in love with a man I don t know," she thought. "And one I've seen only twice!"
Margery drove home and put the truck in the garage for the night. She then went to her room, bathed and dressed herself and was waiting on the porch when Mr. Willingham
"Marge," he said, sitting down by her. I wish you wouldn't hold out against the Exchange. Mr. Holcolmb was here today and he's as nice a boy as I could wish to find anywhere. The trouble lies somewhere between the load ing and New York. It's not here."
"Well, I can't help it. I believe it's that o1d inspector. And oh, daddy! I saw the man again this ofternoon that
+he truck for me. He must stay somewhere around here."
"No doubt." said Mr. Willingham, getting up and going in+o the house.
The next day Mr. Willincrham set to work m earnest to clear up the trouble. He had men to investigate along the road and find the neglect and where it lay.^ Mr. Holcoh^b aided him in doing this bv solicits^ the aid of other Ex change men at the several stops that were made.
Two nights afterwards Dick Holcolmb drove out to the
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Willingham place- to tell Mr. Willingham of some informa tion he had learned that day. As he went up the steps he saw Margery sitting in the shadows of the vines growing over the trellis.
Margery recognized him at once, but wondered what he had come for. She tried to be calm and asked him to be seated. For a few minutes they exhcanged pleasantries about the things of interest to them both.
Then Dick, thinking it would tease her, asked, "My! How do you ever get all these peaches away from here?"
"That's easy. We take them to town on trucks and then they go to their destination by train."
"Really! And how is that troublesome truck now? Does it ever give you any more trouble?"
"It's the best truck within miles now. I do believe you bewitched it, for it's been acting splendidly ever since you proTTd you were it's master."
"Then I've done one vood de^d in my lifetime. How is your father tonight? Has he found any news about those two bad cars?"
"Why, how did you know about what he's been doing? Margery asked in surprise.
"Well, you see, I've had the good fortune to helo him glad den the heart of many a New Yorker with his delicious peaches."
"Who are you anyway?" asked Margery, a sudden thought snrinoincr into her mind.
"I'm Richard Hoicolmb. working whh the Peach Growers' Exchange this season to learn the business, as I intend buy ing a peach farm soon."
Anger seized Margery at this instant, a sudden hot. blind anger because she had not known who he was. She was willing to blame Dick, her father, anybody for not telling her.
"Oh, you knew all the time about us and wouldn't lake the trouble to tell us who you were. You are the most inconsiderate person I have ever seen. You--vou--oh, I HATE you!" And anger getting the best of her she ran into the house.
Dick Hoicolmb was very much surprised at Marmry's ac tion. but. had no time to think over it. as MV Willingham appeared at this moment and they began talking business.
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He was kept busy for a few days and had no time to see Margery and explain that he had not had a chance to in troduce himself on the occasions of their former meetings. Doubtless he would not have been given an opportunity, for Margery avoided the roads on which sue might meet him, and absolutely refused to talk to her father about his af fairs, but Mr. Willingham, sensing something wrong, spoke to Margery about it.
"Oh, I just can't bear his looks. I don't believe he's try ing to help you anyway. And I won't be nice to him!"
Mr. Willingham and Dick Holcolmb continued their inves tigations. They found that the half-way station was passed at night both times the big shipments spoiled. The night manager had failed to attend to his duty and the laborers had consequently neglected icing them, causing them to spoil before they reached New York.
"And so you see, Margy," said Mr. Willingham, "it doesn't pay to suspect people. I don't know whether I would have ever got to the truth of the matter if Dick Holcomb hadn't helped me. He's coming to supper tonight, and I want you to apologize to him."
If Father Willingham had continued to want to see the in spector, he might have found him sitting in the porch swing rather close to his daughter, with the full moon peeping at them over the tops of the peach trees.
"But now remember. Dick," Margery was saying, "re member! Daddy is NEVER to know the whole truth about the incident of the truck. He'd never stop teasing me."
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MEDITATIONS OP A FRESHMAN

Every person thinks; some, good thoughts, some, bad

thoughts and some, indifferent ones. In fact one goes to

college to thinlc and meditate intelligently. Of course the

dignified Senior has dominion over a thought realm super

ior to any of her fellow students; hence, we might infer

that she does good thinking. The hardened Junior knows

no rule. "The year before my last, a good time is my

task," her motto is; thus one would judge that her thoughts

aren't exactly good--Worldly, perhaps. The careful Soph,

thinking that having passed the first year her lifes work

is done, worries not about any succeeding ones. Quite

naturally one would class her with the third type, indiffer

ent. And as usual what is left for the poor little boob

staggering under the title--Freshman? Well, folks gener

ally think that she is so encumbered with carrying this

weighty label, that she just isn't capable of any mental

activity what so ever--*Time w* ill tell!

*

It was a hot sultry day; the thin white waist on Jane's
shoulders seemed close akin to a woolen sweater. Her hat felt damp against her forehead; and the hand clasping
her pal's felt wet and clammy. It was useless however to complain about the weather, so after standing and listen
ing to the student body sing, "Alma Mater" and "Praise Ye The Father", she settled down in the seat on the back row of the crowded theatre with an air of patient endurance.
All around sat her classmates; in the seats ahead of her were the solemn, serious faced Sophs, suffocating in their
long black robes and meekly wearing their crowns of board; in front of them, but too far down to be seen distinctly,
were the complacent Juniors. And, far, yea, in the far distance it seemed to Jane, was the stage with its dignified,
all important occupants, faculty and Seniors. To an am bitious student, this scene, which was supposedly her goal, should have brought her some thrills of interest, but not so with Jane. Hadn't she seen those professors a thou
sand times too many and didn't she know those Seniors better than she knew herself? Somehow she managed to
pay passive attention to the first part of the exercises, but when the honor graduate arose to read her essay on "World Peace" Jane gave up, and settling herself as com-

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fortably as possible, she seized this blessed opportunity to meditate. Indeed this was quite typical of Jane. She had thus spent many class hours.
It was of herself that she was thinking. The afternoon tram would bear her away to her Island home where a round of pleasures awaited her. Beyond that, she would not think; and in occupying her time with meditations she found herself thinking back over her first year spent at college.
"Her first year!" and oh what memories both negative and positive were,stored in her mind! She remembered the misgivings of her arrival; how, though she had read for the hundredth time big sister's letter stating she would meet her at the train, she was confident she wouldn't be there; remembered her surprise on being disappointed, and how odd and strange it had seemed to have a perfect stranger so thoughtful of her. This brought her back to the present, for the same big sister's hand was now clasped in hers. She gave it a grateful little squeeze, and was answered by a smile from its owner, who having been gross ly interested in the essay, exclaimed "Isn't it grand, I didn't know it w#.s in her to write that paper."
This roused Jane for a while, but soon she found herself back in what then seemed olden, golden, days. She thought of her first impression of the campus and buildings; how perfectly beautiful they had seemed, yet how perfectly disgusted she had been, oh just to have had the money to go straight back home! She smiled to herself as she thought of the first evening on the campus,--singing, play ing games, and meeting girls. Goodness knows she had never seen so many in one day. How had she ever learned all those names? But she had; there they sat, and she could have called each by name, yes, she thought, I have done well this year,------Learned the names of the entire enrollment besides many other things.
She continued thinking of the first night, how she had told her life history to her roommate, and had in turn listened to hers; how she had taken her handkerchief to bed think ing she would need it, but found it folded and dry next morn ing. The first day had been spent wandering from meals to the Dean's office and back again; until finally all her subjects had been scheduled in morning sessions. Ah!

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Well did she remember the first class periods, her opin ions of the teachers; but there they sat staring her in the face, so she dared not think over those impressions. Then thoughts of the days that followed, getting used to
the tricks of the Sophs, such as carrying Bibles and hymn books to church, a quarter to court, and taking in all the
warnings of the old students that Freshman don't do the many "donts" listed in the hand book. She laughed as she thought of how diligently she had tried for the first week,

Yet, there were some good things for Freshmen. There

were the hikes, tournaments, parties and stunts sponsored

by the class and various associations. Oh, yes, there was

the Thanksgiving dinner and carnival with its clowns and

circus, and she could vouch for it that the Freshmen were

the happiest when Fall holidays came. Sophs had been

home before.

.

As for Christmas hohdays! Well eliminating the exams,

just preceding them, she thought that she could not re

member anything quite so beautiful as the Christmas fes

tival and nothing quite so thrilling as hurrying off on a

midnight train.

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She could not help thinking of the blue days that followed

and those unbearable semester exams.--the anxiety of wait

ing for the card, but these weren't the most pleasant mem

ories ; these she did not cherish, so she hurried on to the

glorious joys of spring holidays, and the one outstanding

event of her college career--the Freshman Sophomore re

ception. For one time a Freshman was on the same prom

enade with Seniors, Juniors, Sophs--free and equal. She

thought of the dresses, punch bowls, mints and of the prom

cards already packed in her trunk out at the college. Back

ward turn backward, oh time, in your flight, make me a

Freshman if just for that night." From thence time flew and likewise her thoughts, bne

remembered that the principal problem had been to study

a little since school was almost out and the college did have

a merit system. She didn't wonder that her brain felt

cracked. Certainly it had been crammed enough the last

few weeks! But she grew so happy when she thought

of how crowded those days had been of club-house parties,

walks to town in the dusk to see movies, and of the fun

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she had had at the pool. Why she had learned to swim over handed and to dive!
`And now" she thought, "it is all over. I've been and am still a Freshman. I believe I'd like to be one always, so it won't be so terrible if I shouldn't get back next year. Three cheers for us" and she found herself clapping with the crowd; but they clapped for the brilliant essay, while Jane in her heart was finding an outlet for her tribute to Freshmen and Freshman days.
What think you, can a Freshman think? L. McGregor.
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STATIC
Our century has been called strictly scientific. Indeed, its achievements have contained such an element of science that it is indexed in the Book of Time as the Scientific Age. It has distinguished itself from, and excelled other centu ries by, its marvelous solving of physical mysteries, and the /resting of secrets from Nature. Though in its intricate pattern of attainments literature has not been so vivid a constituent as it has been in other centuries, there is ob scurely woven in around the fringe of this scientific work, a literary character which should bring some small degree of fame to its makers. In the development of the scientific vocabulary^ this century has found nomenclature for situa tions long confronting the human race, and has given them names far excelling other titles that have been tacked on by past races.
These names are originated for certain phases in the world of invention and science, out their excellency and richness soon promotes them from this realm, and they are applied to phases outside their land of birth. This especially has been the fate of one word--a word very modern, and very popular--static. This word was first confined to that etherwonder world, radio, and it had the rather unpleasant duty of designating all that world of noise and fuss that degen erated from the perfection of that marvel. It stood for the fly in the rare ointment. Can we not develop and expand the word, and let its meaning cover all of the world of dis turbance in the life of man as in radio ; let its meaning cover all of those elements that come between man and what he
desires ? The word's appropriateness, and fitness for the things it
stands for, is far more impressive than those names given by ancient folk. The stars, or the Devil were among the explanations of unpleasant events that came to haunt and taunt mankind that roamed the old world. Or still a more fanciful name was the constant clipping of the shears by the three sisters of fate who caused the disturbances of mankind by the hap-hazard handling of their implements. But this field, disturbing in character, did not possess an expressive title until the modern world of science through the agency of radio named it static.
One may explain and apply the word "static" beyond the
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field of radio, and let it stand for all interferences that tend to withhold the beautiful and loved things that one is yearning to have, and to do. One may incidentally ap ply it to scores Of phases found in an average student's life. And static is a good name to lord over these phases for though interferences are claimed by theorists to really en rich a charter by not catering to its very wish, and by not permitting one to overload with a too sugar-coated life, they are still disturbances.
The most aggrevating and frequent static that school folk have is that which grumbles over the road of learning. The ancient may have thought that their unpleasant lots,, and tasks originated from the stars or the moods of the Fates, but the modern student knows that most of his originates not from such a picturesque source, but from a more human one. He may settle himself in a big chair, composes his thoughts to enjoy thoroughly a good love story but the scholarly static finds him here, and in its bossy way breaks up his peaceful set program, and he turns from those primrose paths to ponder over Multiple Allelomor phism in Drosphila for next day's biology.
An interfering bug extends even beyond school work, and even into those realms which are necessary for a girl. First, to that ceremony which is vital for the upkeep of the body --eating. Here the interference in our modem time is especally frequent. Well may the boyish style, and the wil low-slender figures that are essential to modem life and modern requirements be called interference, the most an noying kind to a girl's appetite. A girl's heart yearns for delicacies, for rich creamy foods, topped with whipped cream; for chocolates stuffed with nut meats, or bursting with cherries. The girl's most amiable characteristic thrive and grow under such feasting. When they are placed be fore her, the eyes brighten, the lips extend into a smile-- "All's right with the world." She is happy. But does it last long? It does not! The static comes, and it is even strong enough to break down the wall of her conscious self, and turn the smiles of anticipation into mournful gloom. And it keeps her from even tasting the topmost red cherry, or dipping a spoon down into the creamy mountain. Who can enjoy rich foods when she knows that not one modem style will look smart if she indulges in these delicacies?
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Another phase of a girl's existence that is often marred

by forces that have been accepted as static, is found in

that realm much beloved of all womankind. The Land of

Clothes. Here the "S" that initiates the word static is

crossed by two tiny vertical lines and is transformed nto

that sign that is the despair of the buyer and the joy of

the merchant. Dresses and costumes that are crystahzed

visions, that are dream creations, are fluttered before the

devouring eyes, and they become the essence of the deepest

wish and desire. The dresses are turned, and paraded until

their every perfection is carved into the reason. The buyer

is shown that the colors are brilliant, the lines rare in cut,

the whole the work of an artist. They must become heirs,

they express and elevate her personality, they are es

pecially adapted to her type. Her! one desire is to become

their mistress As they are given over to her for closer inspection, she

skillfully spies, and dubiously turns over that small, artis

tic, white card which is tacked so neatly in an obscure part

of the gown. Then her face takes on that despondent look,

that look that characterizes the loser of a much loved de

sire. Has she not encountered again in her youthful career

an interfering static; static that in this instant takes the

dsguise of a countless number of coins to work its devas

tating work, and which is even brazen enough to smile at

her behind its thin disguise of two bars? So there breaks

into her clear dream of possession of the dresses, there

comes between her and what she desires most at the time,

the single item of the price of the gown--static.

Lo! when one starts to enjoy life in the fullest way, niS

plans are often spoiled, and cut into by a disturbance which

may be called static, speaking in the language of a scien

tific age, which does not apply mythical names but scien

tific ones. All newest reports proclaim that the marvelous

stride being made in the radio field will soon eliminate this

now reigning power from its midst, and static wll be no

more--in this field; that soon radio audiences may keep

a sweet temper all the evening and not have their programs

marred once with its power.

.

How sad that folk can not eliminate the static from tneir

own lives; can not obliterate all forces which tend to form

discords, and break the even happiness of their lives! But

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probably they are doomed to suffer and endure at least a few of the things that have always accompanied living from ancient to modern times, and which, though they be given a scientific name, one cannot obliterate by scientific means. Perhaps, The Greatest Scientist did not mean that they should; perhaps, after all, we appreciate and enjoy with a deeper passion, the moments of joy, and the few jewels of life that He broadcasts to us when He sends also as a con trasting factor--static.
ELIZABETH McREE.
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SPRING
Give me a light that I may see her. Give me new grace that I may be like her. Gve me subtle clues that I may find her, Whose beauty combines brain and power within her. There are murmuring echoes of the moonlit river s tide, Where every form of love may be described, The smallest brook hastens to water the grasses, And is barred by flowers, where'er it passes. The mocking bird superb and sole doth sing, As if her power had tuned its own heart's string. Would I some power that I might find The source of greatness that glimmers from her mind.
NIGHT PIECE
The shades of night had gathered long, When by my window I heard a song. Beneath the blossomed primrose bower, The mocking bird made sweet the hour.
The radiant moon beamed softly down. The breath of Spring made not a sound. As the song burst forth into the night, And into my heart it made its flight. What passion cannot music raise and quell, When song and Spring combine so well ! Alas, did I sigh as my hopes reached height, Sensing the charm of nature by night.
ORA MAE BILES.
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ALUMNAE NOTES
A much appraciated visit of a few days ago was that of Luda Zeigier of the '17 class, now Mrs. Sydney L. Sellars, 1425 Bradley Avenue, Camden, N. J.. Quite a jolly time did we have in the Kotunda of Ashley Hall. Luda is the same girl that we knew in the days that she was with us. She toid us that when her little daughter, who was with her, came to enter f reshman class she was coming back to mush her worK for a degree.
Lifie Batten of tne '17 ctass who has been teaching in the schools of Miami, Honda, has resigned her position tnere and is teaching m her home school at Miiltown, Geor gia, in order to be with her mother who is in very bad health.
Bessie Proctor Kennon of the '19 class was a guest of Frances Kennon Saturday, April 4th.
Mary Crum of the '22 class resigned her position at Statesboro and became the bride of Julian Robinson on March 2nd. She may now be found at Naylor, Georgia.
Evelyn Perry of the class of '22 is teaching in the schools of Eastman, Georgia.
Pauline Chandler of the '24 class is teaching the second grade in the schools of Diffee, Georgia.
Essie Mae Clarke is teaching near Blakely, Georgia. Helen Lineberger of the class of '24 is working for Dor ris Seed and Plant Company, Valdosta, Georgia. Sallie White of the class of '24 is teaching near Blakely, Georgia. Florence Gammage of the '24 class spent Sunday, April 19th, as a guest in the college. Mildred Williams, also of the '24 class, visited us during the week end.
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SOCIETY NEWS

ARGONIAN NEWS

The Argonian Literary Society held its regular program

meeting in the Routanda Saturday evening, March 7th.

The program was as follows:

I--"Lord Jim"__---------------------- _Miss Ella Mae White

II--Piano Solo------------------- -- III--"So Big"------------------------IV--Vocal Solo----------------------V-- "The Little French Girl"-----

____ Miss Hester Bruce ______ Miss Mary Sapp ____ 4 Miss Alice Clark
_Miss Frances Thomas

Miss Florence Breen, acting as critic, gave a very ben-

eficial criticism.

SORORIAN SOCIETY

It is always a matter of satisfaction when a program meeting of the Sororian Literary Society is held. ine Society indeed, has no longer the spontahty of its early days; the members on the program exceed the time at their disposal and this has necessitated a selection which has led
inevitably to the formalization of the programs. John Galsworthy, the present day English author, whose
work is so fittingly written and rich in every quality,was selected as an author whose work we all should know, ana appreciate. The following program was rendered: I--"Life of John Galsworthy"----- ----- ---IJjUCjeT P+, Ij II_"Forsythe Saga" John Galsworthy. .Mildred Littlefield
HI--"White Monkey_"_,__J_o_h_n__G_a_l_s_w_o_r_th__y_. Man on.e Sea's. _

IV_"Whims" (Piano Solo) ------------------ Ruth Youmans

V--Current Events:

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Sate

_____ ________________ Elsie Trowell

_______ -____ Era Zetterower General Topic ------------------------ Christine Todd

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LOCALS

One _ of the treats of the month was the splendid talk given by Mr. Sutton, Superintendent of Atlanta Schools, on the subject of, "The Purpose of Education."
Atter this most interesting and helpful talk came a social hour, during which the members of the group had an oppqrtumty to meet the speaker.

Other guests at the college this month, were: Mrs Sanford of Athens, Mrs. A. P. Brantley and Mrs. B. D. Brants ley of Blackshear, and Mrs. W. S. West and Mrs. A. J. Strickland of Valdosta.

The annual Freshmen-Sophomore reception was given on Saturday evening, March 28th. The dining hall, rotunda,
terrace, and lawns were converted into a veritable Japanese garden, and Japanese maidens received the guests. Other Jreacpeainveinseg mlinaeidecnosnsaisssteisdteodf iMn assesrvOinrag MthaeereBfryeslehmsTenStsFTlohre

ence Breen, Dr. R. H. Powell, Mrs. R. H. Powell, and Mis.q

Annie Powe Hopper. After the "proms" while the guests

were still seated in the dining hall, the following program

was rendered:

K

Vocal Solo--Miss Alice Clark.

Violin Solo--Miss Neva Mathis.

Thomas686 Dance--Misses Elizabeth McRee and Virginia

Throughout the evening Mrs. Home's orchestra furnish ed popular music for the occasion.

The annual Field Day program was presented by the stu

dents of the Physical Education Department on Wednes

day afternoon, March 18th. Following is the program

,

PARTI.

1. Grand March--Entire School

2. Wand Drill--High School

3. Dumb-bell Drill--Freshman Class

4. French Extension Drill--Sophomore Class

5. Seven Jumps Dance--High School

6. Irish Folk Dance--Sophomore Class

7. Grand Finale--Entire School

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PART H. X. High Jump 2. Running Broad Jump S. Dash 4. Walking Relay 5. Sack Relay 6. Obstacle Race.
AWARDING OF HONORS
The Athletic Associations competing were: College--Phi Kappa> Phi Lambda High School--Valkyries, Argonauts. At the end of the races it was announced that the Phi Kappa Athletic Association had won the Field Day Banner.
Spring Holidays being over, the students are beginning to buckle down to spend the last few weeks of the school year to the best possible advantage. The time between the Christmas and Spring Holidays passed as if on wings, and it is probable that the remaining weeks will pass even more quickly than did the others. This will be especially true with the Sophomore Class, busily working on the Class Play, Class Day Program, and other Commencement af fairs.
On Tuesday evening, April 7th, Mrs. Frances Burton Par dee delighted quite a large audience with a violin program, with Mr. Charles E. Poston at the piano. Mrs. Pardee is quite an exceptional player, and her programs are always well attended and very much enjoyed. The last number of the program, a Ballade, by Binding, a violin and piano duet, was particularly enjoyed.
Interest in athletics at present is extending to baseball, of which quite a number of games have been played re cently, especially between the different classes.
Much interest and excitement was manifested in the bas ketball tournament which was held on Thursday, Friday and Saturday of the first week in March. On Thursday the Argonauts defeated the Varkyrles with a score of 31-16. Kaopas defeated the Phi Lambdas with a score of 31-16.
On Saturday the Phi Kappas, the winning college team, and the Argonauts, the winning High School team, opposed each other on the court. The teams were fairly matched,
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and both teams played a good game. The pass-work of the Phi Kappas was the best seen on the court for some years. At the end of the game the score was 25-17, in favor of the Phi Kappas. The members of the Phi Kappa Athletic Association dressed in white and red, while the cheer lead ers appropriately carried out their association colors, in white middies and bloomers, red and white hose, and red ties and sashes. Members of the winning team were: (Ren ter, Marion Wiseman; Fowards, Sara Mandeville and Alma Jack Ellis; Guards, Frances Faries, Captain, and Lois Akridge; Sub-Center; Izora Lloyd.
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EDITORIAL
That no wheel can make its revolution with a loose or missing cog is an established fact. We know that each cog must be in its place, but though there, all are not seen at once, nor are all m use at one time. However, in the turning of the wheel, there comes a time when each cog is needed, and so imperative is it that the cog be in its place when this time comes that the entire revolution is destroy ed if the cog be not there.
One of our alumnae has written: "We're but a cog in the college wheel That daily makes the same old trip; Yet what a joy it is to feel That but for us the wheel might slip! 'Tis something after all to jog Along and be a first class cog.,,
And so, in the issuing of the PINE BRANCH, there comes a time for the Freshman number: a time when the Freshmen have an opportunity to prove their literary worth, and at the same time to contribute something in dispensable to the college publication.
So, with the publication of this Freshman number, the wheel turns on the cog, and the revolution is helped on to the last cog, whence it may start anew.
Hester Bruce.
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JOKES
Mary Cubbedge--"I hear Ollie is wearing glasses now--Do they improve her looks?"
Mary Chestnut--"Yes--about fifty feet".
Liz Smith--"I've come to pay you that quarter I borrow ed from you last year".
Lassie Kaylor--Needn't bother, it wouldn't be worth chang ing my opinion of you now".
Avis--"Do you know a girl with one eye, named Jones? Verna--What's the name of her other eye?"
Nellie Bracey--"Why do you call the light on Our hall "Kipling"?
Irma Mathis--Because its the light that failed"
Helen--"Do you snore in your sleep?" Elsie--"When do you suppose?"
Fresh (to clerk in drug store): You needn't look at that check so hard it will be back in a few days then you can look at it as long as you want to."
We'd like to know who this man, Anno Domini, is. He built a lot of college dormitories.
Hector--"My roommate ate something on the Glee Club trip that poisoned her."
Snag--"Croquette ?" Hector--No, not yet, but she's pretty sick."
M. W. reading an article "Coolidge or Chaos" for a society report:
"Well, I've heard of Coolidge, but who on earth is Chaos?"
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THE GEORGIA STATE WOMANS COLLEGE IS A COLLEGE
WHERE STUDENTS DO THINGS-- DO WORTH-WHILE THINGS
THE FRESHMAN CLASS "DID" THIS ISSUE OF THE PINE BRANCH
IT IS THE RIGHT KIND OF A COLLEGE FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF A GIRL
HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATES ARE INVITED TO JOIN US. APPLY NOW R. H. POWELL, President

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PROGRAM WEEK OF MAY 11, 1925

MONDAY--TUESDAY -- Louise Dresser, Ricardo Cortez, Kathlyn Williams and Virginia Lee Corbin in "THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS,, by Leroy Scott. The picture of lavish setting and wonderful gowns. Directed by James Cruze one of the fore
most directors of the age. A Paramount picture. Andy, Min, Chester and Uncle Bim in "UNCLE BIMS GIFT".__Fox News.

WEDNESDAY--Marie Prevost in "DAUGHTERS OF PLEASURE". A Warner Bros. "Classic of the Screen". Century Comedy.

THURSDAY--Eileen Percy, Eleanor Boardman, Pauline Garon and George Hackathorne in "THE TURMOIL". Booth Tarkington's great novel of American Life. The New York Morning Tele
graph says: "A gripping and vital drama"--"Ben jamin Franklin", a hysterical history comedy-- Cameo Comedy.

FRIDAY--Percy Marmont, Mary Carr, Gladys Les

lie, Macklyn Arbuckle, Edward Earle and Sally

Crute in "BROADWAY BROKE", story by Earle

Derr Diggers. One of the best pictures that we

have had in months--See it.

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SATURDAY--Hoot Gibson in "THE SAWDUST

TRAIL". A circus picture with Hoot Gibson.

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JOKES
Mary Cubbedge--"I hear Ollie is wearing glasses now--Do they improve her looks?"
Mary Chestnut--"Yes--about fifty feet".
Liz Smith--"I've come to pay you that quarter I borrow ed from you last year".
Lissie Kaylor--Needn't bother, it wouldn't be worth chang ing my opinion of you now".
Avis--"Do you know a girl with one eye, named Jones? Verna--What's the name of her other eye?"
Nellie Bracey--"Why do you call the light on our hall "Kipling" ?
Irma Mathis--Because its the light that failed"
Helen--"Do you snore in your sleep?" Elsie--"When do you suppose?"
Fresh (to clerk in drug store): You needn't look at that check so hard it will be back in a few days then you can look at it as long as you want to."
We'd like to know who this man, Anno Domini, is. He built a lot of college dormitories.
Hector--"My roommate ate something on the Glee Club trip that poisoned her."
Snag--"Croquette ?" Hector--No, not yet, but she's pretty sick."
M. W. reading an article "Coolidge or Chaos" for a society report:
"Well, I've heard of Coolidge, but who on earth is Chaos?"
Thirty four

"TAKE PAIN'S IN BUYING YOUR HARDWARE"
PAINE HARDWARE COMPANY
EVERYTHING IN HARDWARE AND SPORTING GOODS
135 N. Ashley St. Valdosta, Ga., Phone 800
A. CONVERSE COMPANY
HARTMAN WARDROBE TRUNKS LIKLY LUGGAGE and BERG HAT BOXES
AMERICA'S BEST
HOLEPROOF HOSIERY
COMBINES LUSTROUS, STYLISH APPEARANCE
WITH UNMATCHED WEARING QUALITIES
BRIGGS*
Where Society Brand Clothes are Sold

CaT1TH U /AIl1IMVJU FI VALDPOHSOTNAE, GE36O1RGIA
PROGRAMWEEK OF MAY 11, 1925
MONDAY--TUESDAY -- Louise Dresser, Ricardo Cortez, Kathlyn Williams and Virginia Lee Corbin in "THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS'* by Leroy Scott. The picture of lavish setting and wonderful gowns. Directed by James Cruze one of the fore most directors of the age. A Paramount picture. Andy, Min, Chester and Uncle Bim in "UNCLE BI3IS GIFT''.__Fox News.
WEDNESDAY--Marie Prevost in "DAUGHTERS OF PLEASURE''. A Warner Bros. "Classic of the Screen". Century Comedy.

THURSDAY--Eileen Percy, Eleanor Boardman, Pauline Garon and George Hackathorne in "THE TURMOIL'*. Booth Tarkington's great novel of American Life. The New York Morning Tele
graph says: "A gripping and vital drama"--"Ben jamin Franklin", a hysterical history comedy--
Cameo Comedy.

FRIDAY--Percy Marmont, Mary Carr, Gladys Les

lie, Macklyn Arbuckle, Edward Earle and Sally

Crute in "BROADWAY BROKE", story by Earle

Derr Biggers. One of the best pictures that we

have had in months--See it.

FOX NEWS

HYSTERICAL HISTORY

SATURDAY--Hoot Gibson in "THE SAWDUST

TRAIL". A circus picture with Hoot Gibson.

What more could be asked?

KRAZY KAT

RIDDLE RIDER

Next week will be American Legion Week at the STRAND. Special numbers every day both
Matinee and Night. Ask any Legionaire.

BANK OF VALDOSTA RESOURCES $1,100,000.00
YOUR ACCOUNT INVITED

Giddens Floral & Undertaking Co.

Order Flowers early for Mother's Day

CUT FLOWERS FOR ALL OCCASIONS

Day and Night Phone 690

Day Phone 690

THE HOOVER BEATS AS IT SWEEPS AS IT CLEANS

ELECTRIC SUPPLY CO.

112 South Patterson Street

VALDOSTA

GEORGIA

C. C. Varnedoe & Co*
STYLES FOR SUMMER TIME WEAR
GIFTS FOR GRADUATION

TIME TO BUY
MEMORY BOOKS GRADUATION BOOKS "MY HIM BOOKS" "SCHOOL BELLES"
WE HAVE A LARGE AND COMPLETE LINE

Order Your Engraved Visiting Cards Now, We Will Hold Them For You Until You Need Them.
CARDS AND STATIONERY FOR EVERY OCCASION

WE APPRECIATE YOUR PATRONAGE

Southern Stationery & Printing Co

"PRINTING THAT SATISFIES"

Phone 241

209 N. Ashley St

VALDOSTA, GEORGIA.

"TAKE PAIN'S IN BUYING YOUR HARDWARE"
PAINE HARDWARE COMPANY
EVERYTHING IN HARDWARE AND SPORTING GOODS
135 N. Ashley St. Valdosta, Ga., Phone 800
A. CONVERSE COMPANY
HARTMAN WARDROBE TRUNKS LIKLY LUGGAGE and BERG HAT BOXES
AMERICA'S BEST
HOLEPROOF HOSIERY
COMBINES LUSTROUS, STYLISH APPEARANCE
WITH UNMATCHED WEARING QUALITIES
BRIGGS'
Where Society Brand Clothes are Sold

PIGGLY WIGGLY
Alii) OVER THE WORLD
Save time and energy by going to Piggly-Wiggly's. We carry a nice line of Toilet Articles, also the best in Fruits and Candies. Come to see us. We thank you.
FOR YOUR COLLEGE RECEPTIONS
ORDER
BREEDLOVE'S ICE CREAM
MADE IN VALDOSTA Health and Happiness in every Spoonful
MATHIS & YOUMANS COMPANY PIANOS _ VICTROLAS
AND
EVERYTHING IN MUSIC
VALDOSTA, GA.

Hemstitching and Picot Edge Work

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SINGER SEWING MACHINE CO.

134 N. Ashley St

Valdosta, Ga.

GRADUATION, JUNE WEDDINGS SUMMER SPORT WEAR
Dress and Presents are called for in two of these oc casions, while sport wear will demand just as careful shopping. We have had these occasions uppermost in mind this year and a visit to our store will convince you that nothing has been overlooked. A stock briming full of lacy loveliness and dainty gar ments will greet you and shopping will be converted into a genuine pleasure.
W. M. OLIVER & COMPANY
Our stock is complete of New Frocks in Evening, Af ternoon, Street and Sport Dresses. Also some beau tiful Ensembles in bright combinations.
A RANGE OF PRICES TO SUIT EVERYONE
Lovely Summer Hats, trimmed in Georgette, Flowers, and in numerous other ways. Sport Hats in Milans and rough straws, in white, black blonde, cocoa, green and grey
FRIEDLANDER BROTHERS

3**^y' tiM**

COMMENCEMENT IS COMING

WHAT ABOUT YOUR VISITING CARDS?

YEARTY'S DRUG STORE

Phone 96-389

VALDOSTA, GA.

THE MERCHANTS BANK
VALDOSTA, GA.
CAPITAL AND SURPLUS $300,000.00
INVITES YOUR ACCOUNT

O'QUINN DRUG CO.

"SERVICE SUPREME"

Phone 32

THANKS

122 N. PATTERSON ST.

VALDOSTA, GA.

GIFT HEADQUARTERS

THOMPSON & GIRARDIN

Jewelers

110 W. Central Are.

VALDOSTA, GA

50 steps from Patterson St. Miles from High Prices.