The Pine Branch, October 1925

Uolume X

1925
OCTOBER
Number 1

Dedicated to the Memory of
EDITH BULLOCH
of the Class of 1924
Who Was Accidentally Killed in an Auto
mobile Accident on the After noon of September 5, 1925

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Issued Monthly

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PUBLISHED BY THE WRITERS CLUB OF THE GEORGIA STATE WOMANS COLLEGE, VALDOSTA, GEORGIA.

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

VOL. X

OCTOBER 1925

NO.l

THE STAFF
Editor-in-Chief___________ Assistant Editor-in-Chief__ Business Manager________ Assistant Business Manager Local Editor___;______ ___ Y. W. C. A. Editor______ I
Alumnae Editor__________ Exchange Editor______ ___ Joke Editor____ __________ Athletic Editor___________ Society Reporters
Argon ian_____________ Sororian__________
CONTENTS
Because We Love Beauty Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be______________ Beginnings ____________ Faith _________ ________ '____ ' Editorial_____________________ Alumnae Notes_______________ ^ Society News________________ " Locals ______________ Y. W. C. A. Notes______________ Jokes _________

-- Christine Meadows ------ Lucile McGregor ------------ Anne Smith ---------- Sara Thomas Mary Kate Macmillan -- Katherine Trulock -- Gussie Belle Rentz ------- Estha Freeman -------------Agnes King ------- Mary Cubbedge
---------- Edna Sineath -------Shirley Gaskins
4 5 9 17 19 20 21 23 25 27 29
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BECAUSE WE LOVE BEAUTY
Because we love beauty we shall use our gains Through years of toil, sublime in strife
To give to others what we have attained And so enrich their souls for perfect life.
And we have thought that when our lives grow . Great in the land, others would seek our hand
Feeling no need for words, content to know We who loved beauty would understand. Ora Mae Byles.
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Anne came bounding into the room, her cheeks aflame with the glow of youth, her blue eyes sparkling. The low cut of her linen frock disclosed a neck of soft velvety white ness. Helen casually looked up from her book to see just what new outburst would come from Anne this time.
"Helen," she began, "the date of the bazaar has been set for the fifteenth, and I'm to preside over one of the booths. I've been wondering what I'd wear."
"That ought not to be difficult," answered Helen, why not wear the little tan sport dress ?"
"I want something different," she answered. "Well," asked Helen, "didn't your mother add enough to this month's allowance to get a new sport dress? Why not buy it before the bazaar?" "I don't know," answered Anne lightly. "I'll think more about it." But through the days that followed, Anne was unable to find anything in the shops that quite pleased her or to rec oncile herself to any of the clothes already in her ward robe. However, all the girls she saw seemed to possess something that she felt she'd like to wear. At last, to Helen's relief, she decided what it should be. "Yes, Helen" she said, "it shall be all white with pos sibly a little touch of blue somewhere--a tie maybe, and I'll have to have a white sweater to wear, too." "I wouldn't go to that expense," answered practical Hel en, "why don't you wear something that you already have." "Expense?" asked Anne, "who said anything about buy ing a white sweater? Maurice has a perfectly darling one. I'll j'ust borrow it." "It never pays to borrow, Anne," cautioned Helen. "If you must have a thing go ahead and buy it, but never bor row." "Well, never you mind about that," answered Anne, and went gaily down the corridor to Maurice's room. She soon emerged from the door with a snow white sweater, but noticing a society pin on the cuff, rushed back to leave it with Maurice. "Just go ahead and wear it, if you'd like," answered Maurice. "It has a safety catch and I think it'll hold." On the evening of the bazaar, Anne decided that, to fur ther emphasize the blue of her eyes, she must have one of

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the blue crepe paper caps that were being sold at the booth on the right. She straightway purchased one and then sta tioned herself behind her own booth and very diligently displayed her handsome array of articles.
The clouds were beginning to hang heavy. There was a warm sultry breeze beginning to stir the branches of the trees. Soon there was a slight sprinkle of rain which grew heavy and heavier until Anne and her co-workers found it necessary to transfer the booths inside the building. This accomplished, Anne took her place behind the booth in its new setting.
At the first sign of a cessation of the downpour outside, the patrons of the bazaar began to betake themselves home. As Anne started upstairs, Helen rushed up behind her. Anne's blue cap had lost all of its crispness of the earlier part of the evening and the top point, which had stood so proudly, now drooped downward like the fringe on the horns that she had been selling. But in the rush of the evening, Anne had completely forgotten the cap.
Helen, at a glance, saw that something was wrong with the costume and asked, "Anne, what have you done to your sweater ?"
"Nothing at all" answered Anne "But a tragedy has befallen it, Anne, your cap has faded all down the back of it, and on your skirt, too." "Where ? Has it faded on it very much ? You suppose it'll come out ?" she asked all at once. She went upstairs, undressed and hanging the sweater in the closet, went to bed. However, her tired eyes seemed to refuse to close in sleep. She tossed and tumbled_and finally when sleep came to her, her dreams were filled with ghost-like figures darting here and there, many of them wearing sweaters,--white sweaters, some of them short, some of them covering the figure. She awoke with a start, and looking at her watch found that it was only three o'clock. She did not go back to sleep, but lay thinking. What was it that she learned in chemistry about removing dyes ? At last, she thought of the little chart that gave in formation on that very point. The following morning found Anne searching anxiously after the chart. Finally she found it. She scanned it hurri edly. "Cotton materials, silk, silk and cotton, wool and
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silk, all wool materials, here it is. ^o^he chemistry labo tory she now went and purchased a bit of Javelle water. She tripped lightly back to her room and worked diligently for an hour with the sweater. When Helen came m to lunch,

she found Anne sitting by the window looking a bit aisgusted with the world, the table, minus its runner, serving

as the resting place for the white sweater.

"Se you've been working with the sweater. What luck

did you have?" she asked.

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"No luck at all," said Anne. I'll get some tartaric acid

after lunch. See if that won't get it. The chart says use

tartaric acid if Javelle water doesn t do it.

After lunch, Anne purchased some tartaric acid and again

worked with the sweater for a good hour or two, but to no avail. Soon she decided that she'd discard the chart and_ try her own knowledge of the subject. First, it was gasoline, then benzine, but still those dazzling blue spots glared mock

ingly back at her, and when Helen came m late m the al-

ternoon Anne was almost in tears.

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The coming of morning found Anne again going in search

of the chart. Helen went her way wondering what Anne

would try next. As she approached the room at lunch time,

she heard a series of sneezes inside. "What can Anne be

using_" There was an answering sneeze from Helen, for

she had now come within range of "what Anne was using."

In addition to all the sneezes and coughs,, she found an occasional tear trickling down Anne's cheek. The ammonia she was using' seemed to have no more effect than the other
things she had tried--She had reached the end of her own knowledge and that of the chart, too, and still those spots

glared at her.

The vision that she had had of a good looking new sport dress was growing dimmer every minute. She couldn't re turn the sweater to Maurice like that, and yet she must re turn a white sweater; so there was no way out of it except to take the money her mother had sent her and buy a sweater for Maurice, then wear the old one herself. `Moth er would never be able to understand ," she said to herself.

"She thinks I'm so extravagant anyway."

That afternoon, Anne went from store to store in search

of a sweater like the one she had borrowed from Maurice,

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but it seemed to her she would never find it. On the other ii, never seen quite so many lovely dresses__
Why couldn t these sport dresses have come before that bazaar, Helen? asked Anne. "If they had I would prob ably have bought one and not borrowed that old sweater." Ihey searched for sometime, and finally found a sweater that seemed to meet their need.
That night, Anne started out of the door to take the sweater to Maurice, but to her horror she saw that the society pin that had been in the cuff was missing.
she asked eagerly, "where is that pin ? Have you With Helen s indication that she knew nothing about it the room instantly began to lose its tidy appearance, for everything was moved out of its accustomed place in search ol me lost article. All search, however, seemed in vain The corners of Anne's mouth began to droop. Would she have to replace the pm, too! ., Anne asked Helen, "didn't you hang the sweater in the closet last night? Let's look in there ," and straightway articles of clothing and shoes came sailing out of the closet. After several minutes search Helen pulled the lost society pin. fut of the folds of her dinner gown where it had caught as}} f?1l,from th? sweater. Anne carefully pinned it in the cult of the sweater, took both down to Maurice and re turned to the room. The vision of the new sport dress had by this time beco.??e a ghastly spectre over which hung a white sweater with a hornd, haunting, purple fringed spot of blue on the
Gussie Belle Rentz.
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Young- Mr. Morns stood in the door

f ^ him

Young Mrs. Morris was standing in the door ^ and in accordance with their daily custom, they were con timnno until the last moment the conversation begun at

the breakfast table. The subject whi<* tention on this particular morning was that of borrowing an^lrsn Morris had remarked rather ruefully during the con

versation S the morning that nothing was free from the

neighbors--not that they would oome in andtake anyth g

without her permission--oh no! but, as sTh

that they

"nothing is safe from their borrowing. It seems tnat mey

would notice that I never borrow!"

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nnce since I've been here have I borrowed even so mum as a cun of sugar or a loaf of bread. That doesn't seem to bother themSthough. It hadn't been so bad up until a few

weeks ago possibly because we'd just moved m, but no\y why, Jack' I can't keep a thing! Not even my clothes are safe for Mrs. Elton's daughter came over yesterday and

borrowed my new hat--the one you helped me choose be cause she was going out today to some very special affair Sdliad worn hers before. I don't blame her, but it looks

''^There^now, Polly, I know it's a nuisance! It's the same
way down at the office. Some men are always dropping m to borrow something--usually not much, sometimes only cis-arette or a pencil, but it is a nuisance. Bear up, tho old girl," he added patting her shoulder, "remember this is our first neoighborhood together, and we cant afford t antaginize our worthy neighbors. If that young lady ruins that hat, why we'll just have to get another one for you. Well it's more than time for me to be gone if I intend to sret to the office in time, and Dad's very particular about punctuality, in his own son even more than m anyone else, it seems to me. So long; I won't have to leave so soon when

We"Here wait a minute. It looks more like rain than ever.
Take this umbrella with you. Goodby! -D0111 be late tor dinner " cautioned his wife as he ran down the steps.
She stood in the door and watched him until the townbound street car bore him out of sight. Then she turned quickly back into the house to superintend the work ot the

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little darkey who sat on the back step apparently much in

terested m the gathering clouds, taking her ease until her

young mistress should call her in and set for her a definite task.

The door bell rang sharply just as Polly reached the

kitchen, and Susy, glad to postpone for another few min

utes the arduous task of clearing the breakfast table ran quickly to answer it.

Polly! she called shrilly to the young woman in the back of the house, "Here's a lady wants to toorry a cun o sugar."

Young Mrs. Morris' vexation at having a caller announc-

such a manner was quickly drowned in a stranger rush of feeling.

"Another borrower!" she groaned as she went to the door.

At dinner that day Polly Morris became aware of a shadow which was darkening her young husband's brow. Interrupting herself suddenly in the midst of a recital of

busy s newly developed idiosyncrasies and their relation to

the, at present, all-absorbing task of really keeping house she asked anxiously.

What's the matter, Jack? Aren't you feeling well? Here

I ve been talking all along and not letting you say a thins-

--what's the matter?"

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Young Mr. Morris smiled wryly.

"Nothing much, Polly, but I'm afraid we'll have to put off getting that car a little longer."

Then with an apparently abrupt change of subject, he asked, Do you remeber Merle Thompson?"

j Pi68' course," answered Polly quickly, determined to

rid the conversation of this new element as rapidly as pos

sible so. that she might find the reason for that worried

Iwk which still hovered gloomily upon her husband's face.

He was a college friend of yours, wasn't he ?" "But "

teasmgly, for she saw no connection at all, "what connection

has he with our car. He hasn't borrowed it, has he ?"

Just the same as," answered Jack looking at her tho' he rather feared how she would take that.

How? was all she said, but a tiny bit of shadow upon

ms face had now communicated itself to her, for the car seemed to her now the only thing, the very thing, need ed to complete her happiness.

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Jack rose from his chair and came to stand behind hers.

He put his hand on her shoulder as tho' asking her to un

derstand, then began his story.

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"This mornining as I got on the car I met Merle, xie was

standing in the back and looking seedy enough and gloomy

enough to please his worst enemy, if he has one. He was

just back from the West--you remember he didnt quite

finish college but quit and went to Arizona in his Sophomore year, and he was dead broke. Of course he didn't greet me
with a touch, but by the time we reached town he had gone far enough that when he went on up to the office and ask ed me for the five hundred I wasn't at all surprised. Poor
old Merle! he's had a hard time, and he does want so badly

to start again!"

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Then, as all good lawyers do, at the psychological mom

ent, Jack rested his case. Polly reached up and patted the hand which lay on her
shoulder. Her heart swelled with pride. Her husband wasn't a tightwad or a miser! In fact, he was just the very op posite. The thought of his extreme generosity made her

ashamed of her momentary feeling of dismay at the thought

of postponing the purchase of the car. He needed the car worse, much worse than she did, and he had unselfishly given it up when a friend in need had called on him for
help. Just such things as that furnished proof each day

that she had the ideal husband. Again she patted his hand softly, and then she said, "Oh, Jack, I think you are wonderful! I never, neyer

would have been unselfish enough to give up the car like

that, but of course you did exactly right." Jack's face lost its gloomy look. He leaned over and kiss

ed his young wife enthusiastically. "Polly, you're a trump! Not many wives would be willing

to give up a car just because a friend of their husband's

needed money!" Oh, but I'm not giving up the car! We can still save for

it." Jack laughed and teasingly pulled his wife's bobbed hair,

then suddenly became serious. "Polly, I wish you could have seen Merle. He's changed
so much since he left school and not for the better either. He needs some one to look after him."

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Polly blushed, and then jumped up abruptly.

Heavens, Jack, look at the clock! You're goins? to miss the one-thirty car. Hurry!

j!80!TM3 we.eks later> Mrs. Morris sat on her front porch and

idly turned the pages of her latest magazine, but har gaze

otten wandered off its pages to rest upon the passers-by

m front of the house. Her face brightened as she saw Mrs. Elton s daughter run lightly down the steps of her home and come down the walk.

Polly bowed cordially but felt her smile frozen on her tace by the icy bow of the other young lady.

, What could be the matter? she wondered, surely it could-

nt be because that hat which Polly had lent her had been wet in the shower of min which had occurred during1 the afternoon on which she had worn it.

Why, thought Polly, "I should be the one to get angry
about that -perhaps that's it perhaps she thinks I'm angry about it--but surely not, for I wore the hat the very

next day--m spite of the fact that the feathers in it looked

rather peculiar as a result of the wetting. She knows that

1 wore it too, for I saw her and a party of her friends while 1 had it on--what can be the matter ?"

At that moment, Susy, whom she had never been able

to break of the habit of standing in one part of the house and calling shrilly to her mistress in whatever part of the house she happened to be, called out according to her custom.

Polly, the washwoman's Mis' Lizzie, done come.

Mis Polly" rose and went back to the kitchen. As she

entered the door, she was greeted by a loud burst of laugh er from Susy, followed by a still louder explosion from the

negro woman. She looked at them in amazement, but before she could enquire as to the cause and nature of their mirth, the woman, Lizzie, saved her the trouble.

Law, Mis Polly, chile, I'se got a good joke to tell you this mormn ! '

What is it, Lizzie?" asked Polly, forgetting the question

of why Miss Elton had bowed so frigidly, and smiling in

spite of herself at her two servant's boisterously evident mirth.

it ^

Mis' Elton's wash home, and I wuz

talkm to Miss Hannah, her cook, and--

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Mrs. Morris thought, "neighborhood gossip! Jack hates it," but as she started to hush the woman's garrulous ton gue, her attention was caught by the words, So she bor-
Immediately Lizzie secured the full attention of her mistress
"Borrowed a hat? Who? From whom?" Polly asked quickly.
"Why, Mis' Polly," Lizzie explained patiently. I se just tellin' you, Mis' Elton's girl's done borried at hat--a hat with a feather. Mis' Hannah doan know who she borned it frum, somebody roun' here--but gee! I shore is glad it wan't me!"
"Why, Lizzie? Go on" explained the young woman im patiently, "why are you glad that it wasn't you?"
"If you could hear all the things folks been saym bout the person that loaned it to 'em you'd be glad it wasn t you too." Polly's heart leaped guiltly and her face flushed rosily but she allowed Lizzie to proceed without interruption. _
"Miss Elton borried this hat and wore it out in the ram 'cause all her fine frien's had on new hats. While she was wearin' it, the feather on it got all wet and began to hang funny. All the folks with her laughed at the funny way if did."
"Yes, thought Polly grimly, I know very well how it did! I guess I had to wear it next day!"
"But, Mis' Polly, listen! That's not the funny part yet. Nex' day Miss Elton was goin' to town with some of those same frien's and who do you 'spose they saw ?" Lizzie paus ed for dramatic effect.
Polly went hot and cold. She felt that at last she was be ginning to see. Poor girl! Still--
Lizzie continued triumphantly, proceeding as to the great climax in a drama.
Who do you 'spose she saw?" she repeated rhetorically, "The woman what loant her the hat, and the woman had
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Again Lizzie paused dramatically, chuckled, and then went on.
"Mis' Hannah sez she done hear what Miss Elton sez to her Ma when she got back. She sez that Miss Elton done think that the woman what loaned it done that on purpose
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just to show all her frien's that she borried the hat. Course they knowed Twas the same hat 'cause the feather was all crooked wrong'."
"An` then Mis' Hannah sez that ole Mis' Elton done be gin to talk an' say as how don' none o' the folks roun' here think much o' this lady what loant 'em the hat. They all think she's stuck up, and--"
But Polly had turned around abruptedly and had left the kitchen saying briefly as she left, "Wait Lizzie, I'll have your money for you in a minute."
Lizzie felt her dignity somewhat ruffled by the young woman's apparent lack of interest, but she felt that it would not be polite to show her feelings for she was short a dollar of her account at Cohen's Credit Store, and Mrs. Morris seemed her best chance for obtaining it.
Polly went to her room with her feeling in a tumult. "Stuck up!" How could they think such a thing? Was it possible that Mrs. Elton had only said that because she was angry at the fact that her daughter's friends had dis covered that the hat which she wore was not her own? No, Polly's own feelings told her that was not the case. She had felt for some time a certain restraint in their manner to wards her--the only time in fact that they even approached their first kindliness of manner was at those times when they rushed in to borrow something which they never seem ed to remember to return. "Stuck up" indeed! Why she knew that wasn't so! She didn't feel a bit superior to these people. She just wanted them for friends; they hadn't thought her "stuck up" when she first came, and she knew that her manner hadn't changed. If the change were not in her, then it must be in the people of the neighborhood. What could be the trouble ? While Polly's thoughts were traveling so rapidly she had not been idle, and at this point in her musing she found her self back in the kitchen with Lizzie's money in her hand. "Mis' Poolly, Ma'am," Lizzie was saying, "Can you loan me a dollar jus' this week? My rent man--" Smiling wearily Polly handed her another bill--Another borrower! Then struck by a sudden thought she said aloud, "I wonder if this will lose my washwoman for me!"
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"Ma'am?" said Lizzie, questioningly. "Nothing, Lizzie, that's all right. Be her early Monday
When Jack returned that night, Polly ran to him impul sively to tell him all her troubles but stopped at the look on Jack's face. What were her troubles when Jack was wor ried ?
"What's wrong, Jack" she asked anxiously as she took his hat from him.
"Everything!" the young husband answered." Polly, dear, the car's further off than ever, and that's not the worst of it--Merel's gone!
"Gone?" Polly asked not understanding, "Not dead?" "No--worse--he's gone away leaving all his debts unpaid, and taking all the money he could borrow with him. I let him have the other fifty we'd saved towards the car the other day. He hadn't been the same since I lent him the money the first time. Honestly, I believe he thought less of me after I lent him the money than he did before. He al ways seemed to feel that I was dunning him for it. Good ness knows I didn't, but everything that I'd say--for in stance, one day I met him on the street and we went up town for lunch together. When we got on the car, I said that as soon as we could save enough, no more street cars for mine, and he got huffy right away and said he guessed if he'd pay me what he owed me, we could get the car right away. He seemed to think that was what I'd meant--things like that happened not just that once but many times-- why I couldn't even offer to buy him a dope without his thinking that I was hinting that since I'd lent him money, he couldn't pay five cents for a drink!" "Never mind about the car, dear" said Polly soothingly, adding wisely, "Come on in to supper. You'll feel better afterwards." During the first part of supper an absolute silence reigned --a silence gloomy on the one hand, sympathetic on the other. Then suddenly Polly's face brightened; she reached across the table and held her hand out to Jack. "Do you know what tomorrow is, Jack?" In his turn Jack's face brightened and he exclaimed eag erly,
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"Sure Polly! and I am not the only one who remembers either! Guess what Dad's going to give us for our first anniversary present."
"A car!" guessed Polly, quickly. "Nope," Jack answered slowly, "Not a car--something even better, I think," he added rather doubtfully, wonder ing whether Polly would agree with him. "Oh, don't keep me in suspense, tell me!" begged his wife. "A promotion--it'll mean moving further into town. Do you mind ? I know you like it here, but--" "Mow marvelous!" Polly exclaimed. Further into town! Then we'll get into a new neighborhood, and you won't need a car." "We'll get one soon, though, for with the raise Dad's giv ing me--" "Your father is wonderful to us. Oh, Jack, I'm so happy. And listen, Jack I've been thinking about what Shakespeare said. I think that it will apply to us when we move and start over again. You remember what Polonuis said--in Hamlet wasn't it?--he may not have been very wise him self, but he surely said some wise things. "This seems to apply particularly to us: "Neither a bor rower--" Jack looked up protestingly and Polly added quickly, "Nor a lender be; for loan oft loses both itself and friend."
Martha Youngblood.
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BEGINNINGS
Everything has a beginning sooner or later, and I was beginning to be disgusted. It was not "way back in the six ties^ as everything in history invariably seems to have its beginning, indeed, it was very near, considering that this was the end of the first week of the school year, 1925, at the beginning of which I had entered college. Furthermore, the object of my disgust was not a boresome tea, or a long rainy afternoon--on which I had planned a party or a broken engagement; rather it was the fact that my work as assistant librarian had been suddenly changed. I found myself facing the problem of a haggard, dirty, besmeared book, inside out. I had been told to clean, to repair and to rebind it so that it might be used. I think that if I could have given vent to my feelings then, in the presence of the source of my misery (all book wreckers), rather than pro ducing the placid smile with which I did manage to tackle the job,--well, at least the beginning of this great work would have been folded away in the pages of that, or some other book, with more force and meaning than I can relate it here.
In deed and in truth, book mending has, and ever will be, a rather unpleasant job. Binding a broken heart, I im agine, leaves one with a half conceited air of 'haven't I done humanity a great deed ?'
Binding up a wound leaves one feeling in a measure as the little boy who put his arm in the dike must have felt when he realized he had saved his town. Binding the neck of a dress leaves a felling of proportion, eveness, and beau ty. I was glad when I learned to bind a dress neatly, but as I attempted to bind my first book I repeat I was candidly disgusted. I dare say you are wondering why I felt thus. Perhaps there are those who know of a more unpleasant un dertaking, if such be the case, I plead with them to publish the fact so that folks struggling to get the best out of life may steer their craft away from this treacherous ship wrecking boulder, even as I am attempting to aid someone by turning on this red light.
The process, as experience has taught it to me, envolves much endurance and a spirit well up to par. First a small container is unearthed from somewhere and filled about two-thirds full of water all of which is really absorbed by a piece of sponge placed in it. Minor details are very impor-
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tant in this work or else when I hastily push the sponge down into the water, while observing that my friend, Miss Dontcare, has really done her hair a new way--splash! there it goes all over the library table. Then after I have run around, past, by, everyone over to the other building and searched in vain in at least thirteen rooms for a tiny bit of rag, I finally came back to an ugly freckle-like spot on the table. There is no time to worry, however, the work has to proceed. So I empty part of the water and with an apron to protect my lap I sit down to begin again only to discover that all my binding tape and glue is in a box under two other boxes in a far corner of the library. I feel terribly exasper ated but the library is a public place so quite cheerfully I jumped up to chase after this. Then I begin.
From this description of the mere beginning doubtless you have already decided that the finished process would warrant rare disgust. But as Emerson has so fully taught us, there is compensation for all things, and I had a reward for this long tideous job. The book I had repaired, though not sparkling with newness, was back in line for service. This was a thought worth the essence of all my beginnings, for to me it must be a sad day in the life of a book when torn, dirty and unattractive it is thrown on the discarded shelf.
So I am beginning to like book binding.
Lucile McGregor.
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FAITH
We sway back and forth in the cradle of life, Swayed this way or that by joy or by strife--
And often we pause to wonder why God lets us live and lets us die.
A wonder mind has planned it all, But we struggle on; we rise--we fall,
Blind to the reason, and blind to the way, Hoping--hoping--for light some day.
Sure that the hand which leads us on Will banish the darkness and bring the dawn;
Yet pausing often to wonder why He lets us live and lets^ us die. --Frankie Hartsfield.
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EDITORIAL

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Again our College opens its doors to those seeking knowledge and learning for the higher goals of life. Again our Pine Branch make its appearance.
We desire in its first issue to express our sincere appre ciation and gratitude to the legislature for the liberal in crease in maintenance which has been granted to the Collegt. These greater financial resources enable the College to go forward with renewed energy to its ever-increasing work of the high quality which it has stood for from the early beginning.
The Georgia State Womans College from its origin has offered only such courses and work of such nature as would always be recognized and credited by the higher universities and institutions of learning. It has ever been the ambition of this College, not only to have its diploma and degree recognized by the Higher Colleges as standard on an educa tion basis, but more important, it has labored to give to its young women the best training available in the higher and nobler aspects of life and womanhood.
At every step of its growth our College has stood for richer development, striving always to the ultimate goal of perfection. Due to our increased finances, this year has already seen a great step in advancement, which has re sulted in an increase of our library facilities, the purchase of more labratory equipment, and the addition of several new and highly efficient faculty members. With these new improvements we feel sure that no womans college in our state can boast better works nor higher service than the Georgia State Womans College offers to the young women of the state.
But it makes our hearts sad when we think of the few who are benefitting by our service in comparison to the many we could develop, had we our greatly needed Auditor ium and new dormitory. But we feel that the appeal for increased capacity can not be resisted much longer; for the young women of the southern part of our state reailizing what quality of service is offered to them here, will make absolutely necessary an increase in our ability to serve a greater number than we are now able to accommodate.
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At the beginning of the new year, I wish to ask the co operation of each member of the Alumnae Association in making this a year in which every member of the the As sociation is accounted for. If you know of the activity of a fellow alumnae, won't you send this information to the Alumnae Editor that she might tell others through the Pine Branch, of the activity of this member?
Stella Mathis, of the class of 1918, who for the last three or four years has taught in the schools of Porto Rico, was a visitor at the college during the opening days. She is now teaching Spanish in the schools of Jacksonville, Flor ida.
Bernice Rivers, of the class of 1921, is again teaching Home Economics in the Hoke Smith Junior High School in Atlanta, Georgia.
Again wedding bells have been heard to ring! a wedding of the summer was that of Alma Thompson, of the class of 1921 to Mr. J. Frank Kneece, Superintendent of the city schools at Ridgeland, South Carolina.
Jimmie Carmack, of the class of 1922, is teaching Home Economics in the high school at Punta Gorda, Florida.
Juanita Parrish, of the class of 1922, is teaching the third grade at Dawson, Georgia.
Julia Harrell, of the class of 1922, is teaching the third grade at Jacksonville, Florida.
Another wedding of the summer was that of Bessie Bar rett, of the class of 1928, to Mr. Arthur R. Walton, former ly of Jersey City, New Jersey, but now head of the depart ment of Mathematics in the Waycross High School. They are living at 903 Elizabeth Street, Waycross, Georgia.
Jewell Carmack, of the class of 1923, is again teaching Home Economics in the High School at Bridgeport, Alaba ma.
Catherine Wheeler, of the class of 1924, is teaching the third and fourth grade at Darien, Georgia.
Mildred Williams, of the class of 1924, is teaching the first grade at Jennings, Florida.
Florence Bates, of the class of 1925, is teaching at Blackshear, Georgia.
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THE PINE BRANCH Martha Groover, of the class of 1925, is teaching the sec ond and third grades in a consolidated school near Quitman, Georgia. Irene Kingery, of the class of 1925, is teaching in the graded school at Cottondale, Florida. Nana Alexander, A. B. graduate, of 1925, is teaching Mathematics in the High School at Orlando, Florida. Evelyn Brown, A. B. graduate, of 1925, is teaching Eng lish and History in the High School at Lakeland, Ga. (form erly Milltown.) Grace Buie, A. B. graduate of 1925, is teaching French and English in the High School at Pinehurst, Georgia. Eppie Roberson, A. B. graduate, of 1925, is teaching Eng lish in the High School at Stevenson, Alabama.
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The Sororian Literary Society held a regular program
meeting Saturday evening, Oct. 3rd. The meeting was call ed to order by the President, Miss Mary Alice Sineath. In teresting talks were made by Miss Martha Youngblood on "Nature of Program Meetings for the Year" and by Miss Mary Small on "How to Study a Picture from the standpoint of Art," after which a one act play--"The Beau of Bath," by Constance D'Arcy Mackey was artistically rendered.
The cast of the play was as follows: Beau Nash___________________Miss Christine Meadows Jepson, His Servant_______________ Miss Frances Faries The Lady of the Portrait___________ -- Miss Agnes King.

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The Argonian Literary Society of the Georgia State Wo mans College, held its first regular program meeting Sat urday night, October the twenty-second. The meeting was called to order by the President. The program was in the form of an installation service, about a hundred new mem bers being taken in. A piano solo by Miss Edna Sineath concluded the program.
Edna Sineath.

The first meeting of the Sororian and Argonian Literary Societies was held in the Rotunda of Ashley Hall Wednes day, Sept. 23rd. The purpose of the meeting was two-fold: to welcome the new members and also to give them some idea as to the standards of the societies. The meeting was presided over by Miss Mary Alice Sineath, President of the Sororian Literary Society and Miss Emma Moore, Presi dent of the Argonian Literary Society. An interesting talk was made by Miss Gertrude Gilmer, head of the English Department, on "Observations of a Faculty Advisor."
Miss Frances Faries, a former President of the Sororian
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THE PINE BRANCH Literary Society talked on "History of the Societies;" and Miss Frances Thomas, a former President of the Argohian Literary Society, discussed "The Place of the Literary Socities in College Life." Following the talks Miss Christine Meadows delighted the audience with a reading, after which Miss Nan Smith gave a beautiful interpretative dance.
After the program, an informal social hour was enjoyed, during which refreshments, consisting of cream and cake, were served. Miss Ollie Nicholdson furnished the music for the evening.
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at the hirst Baptist ^nurcn, ouua^ o.*-
the 4th, by Mr. James Dasher, assisted by Miss Elizabeth

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The program was delightfully varied, consisting of num

bers by note-worthy composers and artists and was as fol

lows: 1. St Cecelia Offertory No. 2 --Batiste

2. Toccota in D--Kinder 3. The Mission of the Rose--Cowen
Miss Walker

4. Melody--Dawes

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Waiting Motif from Madame Butterfly--Puccim

Southern Phantasy--Haske 5. William Tell Overture--Rossini The faculty entertained the new students at a reception

on the lawn in front of Converse hall Saturday evening. In the first group of the progressive receiving line composed

of faculty members were: Miss Hopper, Dr. and Mrs. R. H.

Powell and Mr. and Mrs. J. F .Wood. The following program was rendered by the music, ex
pression and physical education departments: "Lo, Hear the Gentle Lark"--(Bishop)' Miss Walker. Moravian Folk Dance--Miss Jakes and Miss Annie Smith.

"Lift Thine Eyes"--(Logan); "God Touched the Rose"--

(Brown), Mr. Dasher. Elder Ford's Two Candidates--(S. W. Foss): The Gos
sips--(E. W. Wilcox, Maggie McFay, Dana Burnett), Miss

Song of India-- (Rimsky Korsakow); Japanese Love Song
--Baker), Miss Walker. Rhapsody in G Minor--(Brahms), Miss Smith The Student Government association held training classes
for a week, the purpose of the study being to acquaint the new girls with the regulations of the college and to get them into the spirit of the college life. The entire group passed the examination and signed the pledge. On Tuesday the

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LOCALS officers of this organization took their oaths of office. The president of the association, Miss Frances Faries, of Sav annah, Ga., installed the following officers:
Senior class president, Miss Louise McLendon, of Talla hassee, Fla.
Junior class president, Miss Sara Mandeville, of Jesup, Ga. Sophomore class president, Miss Lucile Dowling, of Jesup, Ga. Freshman class president, Miss Susan Bedell, of Wood bine, Ga.
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One of the first and most delightful entertainments giv en by the Y. W. C. A. was the BiG Little Sister Prom held on the lawn and terrace in front of Ashley Hall on Wednes day evening, September 9.
On the following Saturday evening a hike in in the form of a treausure hunt which wound up on the lawn at the home of Dr. Powell, was given. The clues were worked out with difficulty, only one of the group ever being success ful in finding all of them. As it began raining just as the treasure was found, all of the girls returned to the dining room of Ashley Hall, where games were played and contests held, after which delighful refreshments were served. De spite the fact that the weather was unpleasant every one seemed to spend a very enjoyable evening.
One of the most beautiful and impressive occasions of the year was the Recognition Service in which the new students became members of the Y. W. C. A. This year it was held in the Rotunda of Ashley Hall on Sunday evening, September 27. Seven girls representing the spirit of the Y. W., the old girls, the new girls, and the world Fellowship, Social and Membership aspects of the organization, formed a triangle in the centre of the group, each speaking concern ing her respective phase of the Y. W. C. A. A most im pressive and effective candle light service then followed, the spirit of the Y. W. C. A. ligting the candles of the other members of the triangle and they in turn lighting the candles of the other members of the organization. The students then passed from the Rotunda to the lawn in front of Ashley Hall where the'service ended with the sing ing of "Follow the Gleam,, and the Y. W. C. A. Benediction.
Other things which the Y. W. C. A. has contributed to wards the pleasure of the girls have been teas, swimming parties and hikes.

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JOKES
Miss Goodrich--(In Ed. 22 Class)--"What is play Estha Freeman ?"
Estha--"Play is spontaneous--er--combustion."
F. Thomas--"I had a lovely nut Sundae." K. Myrick--"Yes, I have one coming tonight."
Mary Young--"I once loved a man and he made a monkey out of me."
Eunice Farnum--"My, what a lasting impression some people make."
Miss Ivey--"And what else do you use in this experi ment ?"
Catherine Dougherty--"Uh-huh, I've got it right on the end of my tongue."
Miss Ivey--"Spit it out! Spit it out! It's Arsenic."
Miss Lockett--"Now anyone who doesn't understand this problem watch the board carefully while I go through it."
Katherine Myrick (entering Turner Jones Shoe Store)-- "I would like to see a pair of shoes to fit me."
Clerk--"So would I."
Grace McNair--"Well, I answered a question in class to day."
Mary Louise Maxwell--"What was it ?" Grace--"Present."
Miss Craig--"Virginia, why were you late." Virginia Thomas--"Class began before I got here."
Elsie Gunn--"How far back can you trace your descent?" Julia Mae Murray--"To the time that I entered G. S. W. C."
Miss Craig--"Name three articles containing starch." Estelle Davis--"Two .cuffs and a collar."
"It's all off for the night" cried Evelyn Kirkland as she wiped her face with a towel.
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THE GEORGIA STATE WOMANS COLLEGE
AT VALDOSTA
GREETS
HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS WHO READ THIS COLLEGE MAGAZINE AND WISHES THEM A PRESPEROUS AND HAPPY
YEAR
THE COLLEGE
ALSO INVITES ALL THE YOUNG LADIES WHO WILL GRADUATE AND WHO DESIRE TO FOLLOW THEIR EDUCATION UNDER WHOLESOME STIMULATING, AND INSPIRING CON DITIONS, TO ENTER ITS CLASSES NEXT FALL
THE COLLEGE IS THE STATE'S MOST PERFECT GIFT TO ITS DAUGHTERS

We wish to take this opportunity to thank the Faculty and Students of the College for their Patronage of the Past and their Continued Patronage of the Future.
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O'QUINN DRUG COMPANY
"SERVICE SUPREME" Phone 32
Valdosta --:-- Georgia

FRIEDLANDER BROS Chain Stores
107 N. Ashley Phone 538 Valdosta

VALDOSTA SUPERIOR VALUE STORE
Capable, Careful Study Reflected in Our Value and Style. Come Let Your Two Eyes and Good Judgment
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CARTERS

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J. S. Hearn HAIL THEM
ANYWHERE

L. H. Hearn PHONE 1000

YELLOW CAB COMPANY
113 W. CENTRAL AVE.

ALL THE LATEST STYLES AND SHAPES

CRANE'S SOCIAL STATIONERY

We Invite Your Inspection

Southern Stationery and

Printing Company

VALDOSTA

GEORGIA

ASK YOUR GROCER FOR DIXIE MADE BREAD
HE HANDLES OUR BREAD AND ROLLS OR AUTO
VALDOSTA BAKING COMPANY
We Appreciate Your Patronage
THE GREAT A. & P. TEA CO. 121 N. Ashley Street 501 W. Hill Ave.
Valdosta __:__ Georgia
MRS. C. WHITTINGTON
Furnisher to Ladies
Phone 507
McELVEY-FUTCH COMPANY Wholesale
FRUITS PRODUCE CANDIES

TAYLOR BUICK COMPANY
C. G. TAYLOR Owner BUICKS AND G. M. C. TRUCKS Parts--:--Service--:--Storage
TELEPHONE 92
EVERYTHING FOR THE COLLEGE GIRL'S NEEDS Presenting the Newest and Most Advance
Fashions For Fall
Dresses--Coats--Hats--Piece Goods, Accessories
C. C. YARNEDOE & CO
VALDOSTA'S STORE DEPENDABLE
STUMP BROTHERS
Wholesale and Retail Builders Supplies Artist Materials
FIRST NATIONAL BANK
VALDOSTA, GEORGIA.
Resources

M. M. YEARTY'S DRUG COMPANY
RELIEFOGROF WORK AGENTS FOR
INVITATIONS, VISITING CARDS, PERSONAL STATIONERY, ETC.
FOR YOUR SUNDAY DINNER
BREEDLOVE'S ICE CREAM
MADE IN VALDOSTA

PIGGLY WIGGLY
AM, OVER THE WORLD
WE WELCOME OUR COLLEGE FRIENDS TO THE HOUSE OF QUALITY WHERE
PRICES ARE ALWAYS RIGHT

"TAKE PAINE'S IN BUYING YOUR HARDWARE"

PAINE HARDWARE COMPANY

EVERYTHING IN HARDWARE

AND SPORTING GOODS

135 N. Ashley St.

Valdosta, Ga.

Phone 800

PREPARE FOR THE FUTURE
Valdosta Georgia's Future as a Home HAS NO EQUAL
Our Present Prices on Vacant Lots and Homes will Pay the Wise Investor Big Returns
Phone 648 if You Wish To Buy or Sell
THE GEORGIA & FLORIDA CO. INC.
MATHIS & YOUMANS COMPANY
PIANOS__VICTROLAS
AND
EVERYTHING IN MUSIC
VALDOSTA, GA.

WEBB'S SHOE SHOP
SHOE REPAIRING INSURES HEALTH AND COMFORT
PHONE 101
OR MAIL TO

211 E Central Ave.

VALDOSTA, GA.

ANNOUNCING
A Complete Line of Harriet Hubbard Ayers
Toilet Articles
SMITH DRUG & SEED CO. Phone__123

W. M. OLIVER & CO.

"Valdosta's Shopping Center"

The Most Complete Lines of



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Ready-To-W ear

Millinery, Dress Goods and

Ladies' Shoes in South Georgia

COLLEGE GIRLS!
The New Owners of the LOWNDES COUNTY DRUG COMPANY
Solicit Your Patronage And Assure You Phompt and Courteous
Attention in All Your Wants
Visit Our Fount and
Give Our Drinks a Trial

LARSEN-FORBES HARDWARE CO.
Fine China, Cut Glass House Furnishings
"The Winchester Store" Valdosta _:__ Georgia
COLLEGE GIRLS
Always Feel Welcome
VINSON'S DRUG STORE

BANK Valdosta

VALDOSTA Georgia

HOME COOKING
Awaits You At
COLONIAL TEA ROOM
Valdosta, Ga. Opposite Western Union

STR4ND THEATRE

WHERE

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THE MERCHANTS BANK
VALDOSTA, GA.
CAPITAL AND SURPLUS $300,000.00 INVITES YOUR ACCOUNT
STRICKLAND MUSIC CO.
Grands Upright and Player Pianos Edison Phonographs ``Everything Musical"
Valdosta _:__ Georgia
H. ABRAHAMS
J eweler
115 N. Ashley Street Valdosta, Ga.
WHITE HOUSE CAFE
THE MOST UP TO DATE AND MODERN CAFE IN THE SOUTH 109 Patterson Street

CLOTHING FOR MEN AND BOYS
Sport Goods Bradley Sweaters
Furnishings
DAVIS BROS. CO.
THE HOUSE OF QUALITY

FOOT HAPPINESS
and
RIGHT STYLE INTERPRETATIONS Await the College Girls Here. Sturdy, Substantial OXFORDS and
STRAP SLIPPERS For Every Day School Wear Attractive Pumps and New Strap Patterns
For Lighter Wear Prices Ranging From $5.00 to $10.00
We Appreciate Your Patronage.
TURNER JONES SHOE CO.

Hemstitching and Picot Edge Work
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SINGER SEWING MACHINE CO

134 N. Ashley Street

Valdosta, Ga.