1927
DECEMBER

Uolume XII

Number 3

THE PINE BRANCH

Issued Monthly

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 October 3, 1917. Authorized January 20, 1919.

VOL. XII.

DECEMBER, 1927

NO. 3

THE STAFF

Editordn'Chief ..... ..................................................... Elizabeth McRee

Associate Editor-ui'Chief...............................................................LouiseForbes

Business Manager ..................................................... Louise Benton

I^cal Editor...... .........................

Bessie Young

Y. W. C. A. Editor....................................... ............ Opal Thornton

Alumnae Editor.............................................

Augusta Rentz

Joke Editor ................................................... .................. Lillian Hopper

Athletic Editors:

Phi Kappa ......................................................... ....... Dorothy Lile

Phi Lambda...... ...................................................... Velma Sirmons Society Editors:

Argonian.......................... ................ ..............Mary Smith Hodges

Sororian.................................... -....................... Sara Reese Strong

Mailing Department--LaForest Smith, Ila Spooner, Mary Stewart

CONTEHTS

Flora de Pasqua .........................................................;....................... 3

The Dancer.......................................................................................... 4

The Christmas Festival ................................................................ 6

A Case for the Undertaker.........................................

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The Responsibility of Being Red'Headed ...... .......................... ....... 12

To Autumn ......

13

The Sacrifice of the Fire..................................................

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Editorial--Christmas Gifts..............................................

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Y. W. C. A. Notes.................................................

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Society Notes ...................................................................

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Athletic Notes................................

20

Locals .......................................

22

Alumnae Notes.................................................................................... 23

Jokes....... .............................................................

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FLORA DE PASOUA
Poinsettia! Your name is even a thing of beauty. Mystical name of Mexican legend Flora de Pasqua--Poinsettia! The last gift of fruitful Autumn Lovely reminder through winter's gloom That sweet Springtime will come again. Winter is promised in storms and rages; Yet always are you calm and gay. May barren Winter's faithful henchmen Not dare to mar your joyousness Lest I, who long for Spring, forget That earth and life will be renewed.
SHARON SATTERFIELD.
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THE DANCER
The most skillful and most popular dancer in the world, has never received a front page write-up lauding her for her dancing. Nor do long lines of admirers send fer flowers and candy, nor advertisers beg her to ride in their automobiles, and say that she uses their creams and lotions. This dancer is the fire, and the music to which she dances is the moods of people.
The fire is at her best on Christmas Eve. Outside the wind howls and moans. Inside, the fire, clad in robes of yellow and scarlet with faint gleams of blue and crystal jewels, dances before an audience of happy children. The music produced by the moods of the children is almost a gypsy rondo--gay, elusive, and hilarious. The dancer interprets this music with graceful leaps and turns. A thin wisp of her black scarf trails up the chimney. She dances each gay childish laugh and each gloriously happy thought.
When the children begin to hang up their stockings, she runs with light steps from one end of the stage to the other, and shakes her tambourine with a crackling sound.
The dance becomes less hilarious, for the tempo of the music has become slower and meditative. The children are sitting around Grandmother's knee while she weaves stories for them of Christmas days in her childhood. The dancer does gay little steps when grand mother tells of the wonderful things she found in her stocking on Christmas morning. As grandmother tells of the time she waited up to see Santa Claus and went to sleep, the dance becomes a mock ing thing which seems to say, "I told you so."
The fire's dance is languorous and enticing, as the children gase into its flames, and becoming heavy-eyed, they see visions of bulging stockings, beautiful dolls, and marvelous tool-chests which will be left for them by the loving hand of St. Nicholas. Dad now recites "'Twas the Night Before Christmas." The fire does a jolly jig, as she hears about the clattering of the hoofs on the roof. She stands almost still in awe, as the marvelous power of St. Nicholas to descend and ascend the chimney is described. At the description of the wonderful contents of St. Nick's bag, the dancer stands still and sways back and forth as if overcome by the wonder of it all. As Dad describes the departure of the team, the fire sighs and does a low running waltz.
As Mother begins her story of the Christ Child, the dancer bends low in a reverent attitude. She seems lighted and moved by an inner radiance, as mother tells of the appearance of the star and the voices of the herald angels singing. The fire bends lower and the inner
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glow becomes more radiant with love and joy, when the description of the Infant King is brought into the story. The children, and the dancer have caught the true spirit of Christmas, and there is joy and peacefulness in their attitude.
The children at last troop off to bed, where "visions of sugar plums dance through their heads." The fire bows lower and lower, and finally leaves the stage--for a dancer has no desire to stay on the stage after the audience and music have gone.
LOUISE BENTON.

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THE CHRISTMAS FESTIVAL
Night of joy and brightest cheerfulness When Lords and Ladies to the Christmas Feast do throng, With spirits high and gayly colored dress To grace the baronial hall all decked with mirthfulness.
The Yule Log wreathed with vines and garlands green Is placed upon the fire by happy Morris Men. The assembled guests now march with stately mien, A picturesque procession to the banquet scene.
Led by the Lord of Misrule--soon appears A strolling band of jesting players bold and gay. When each is in his place, the steward bears The Boar's head to the dais 'mid songs and jester's jeers.
A program of revels and rollicking merriment Inspires the guests with the spirit of hearty, hale old Christmas. Then soft carols add to the enjoyment, And Lords and Ladies dance the stately minuet.
The fun and feast now over--a stillness reigns. The glow of lighted tapers fills the solemn hall. Softly and solemnly singing the guests depart With the joyous spirit of Christmas prevading and ruling each heart.
N. M.--E. M.--F. H.

VALDOSTA, GEORGIA

A CASE FOR THE UNDERTAKER

Mr. Hutchenson surveyed his street in the early morning light. With his nose glasses pulled far down on their pedestal, his feet in bed room slippers and an appearance of a hasty toilet, he stood search' ing up and down the treedined avenue. No old negro was in sight. He tapped his long fingers nervously together. He was not accus' tomed to this rather lazy habit of the southern darky coming to work long after the sun had peeped over the house tops. He was from the north, and had recently moved south. He was a widower with an only child, and it was with pride he looked after the care of his premises personally. His yard was his special care, and he needed

to get this one mowed. "He promised to arrive early," the worried man sighed as he made
one last searching glance up toward Tom Town, the haven of the

negro population. A relieved smile spread over his face. His man

was in sight! As the old darky sauntered whistling down the street, the man
who had hired him had ample time to study the future beautifier

of his lawn. The old darkey was well along in years--one glance at his kinky locks told Mr. Hutchenson that--but his straight body

and spry walk seemed to mock the tale the white locks tried to convey. He was glad to be alive in that inimitable, happy way, characteristic of the darkey. As he shortened the distance between himself and

the waiting lawn, his puckered, whistling lips changed their character, and stretched out into a broad, happy grin. He had caught sight

of his boss for the day. "Good morning. Uncle. Have been looking for you, and afraid
you were not coming. You will find the mower in the garage, and cut

the grass short. You said you could." "Yassir! Fse do a pratty job, I wills. Before thar sun is clem
much higher in the sky, I will be making this yard look like it ain't

in a long time. I'll make these grasses fly!

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It was an hour later that Mr. Hutchenson came again on his front

porch. A business man ready for a busy day! His bed room slippers

were gone and in their place black, welhshined shoes. A stiff collar that gave his long neck great dignity was finished with a black tie, and in one hand he carried a light cane. By the other he held the smaller hands of his little girl ten years old. They had just finished

breakfast, and now business was to occupy his time. His eyes searched the lawn, and at the same time his ears noted
that the sound of the mower was not cutting the silence. He glanced

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to the side, and saw Uncle Mason bending down gulping water from
the yard faucet. A hot summer morning called for water in the system of a working man.

"Goodbye, little daughter. Don't give Nursie any trouble, and

if Uncle Mason out here needs anything, give it to him--any oil for

the mower, or file to sharpen the blades." He leaned over and placed

a kiss on the child's forehead. "Daddy will be home for lunch Goodbye, dear.''

He moved down the front walk, and turned to wave to the little

girl still standing where he had left her. He unconsciously noticed

the contrast between the bit of mowed grass, and the unmowed, and

felt happy that it would soon all look trim and well kept.

The morning hours came, and swiftly moved away. The hands

on the big town clock had made three revolutions since Mr. Hutch'

enson had departed from his home at eight o'clock that morning.

Peeping in at him now in the midst of his busy office, one could

surely say that green grass, long or short, was not even lurking in

the back side of Mr. Hutchenson's head. Tar roofing sheltered his

thoughts entirely. Tar roofing for every leaking roof on home,

building, or shed; a roll for every wise buyer! Certainly a slogan

o ma e one jump to keep up with. One could hardly imagine Mr.

riutchenson s immaculate fingers stirring into affairs of tar, but tar roofing was his delight. His swift orders concerning the minute

details of disposing of great dark rolls daily being packed for later

coverings, exhibited plainly his up-fronvthe'ground knowledge.

,;t W,hlle he. was Peering hard at the shiny surface of his oak

secretarv^W^jf^J? ^ ^n?ge, o{ hls nose> and dictating to his

w

ephone, rotke furiously into the hum of the

others

Hutchenson paid little heed to the calling instrument--

others were paid to answer. His voice rumbled on:--"And I can

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harder' and dearer to remedy the defect

y"MV H*? u 6 r0f fhan it would be to put on a new surface." `"ti "Utchenson, sir You are wanted upon the 'phone "

correspondence"1'^

' 1 trying t0 dear ^ desk of this

breathless,S1and I think k's your liTtle ghh"""' ^ ^

Dorothy? Give me the 'phone!'' grafiywowwhDi,seiace c`,n;r"tcd
vmaaon followTM, face Vp "clmi? 3s Lr^lkbTM'

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Dying! Every one repeated it over with the man whose fingers had dropped the 'phone.
"Dying!" The secretary's pencil was clutched tightly in her nerve tingling fingers; Tom stood posed where Mr. Hutchenson had thrust him in his frantic haste; the other heads in the room were turned, and big, expanding eyes were looking over shoulders.
Where s my hat? Mr. Hutchenson began a dizzy spinning in the center of the floor. His poise and dignity was apparently gone.
His circulatory exercise brought the others to action, and there was a dazed hunting and fumbling for an object that laid peacefully in an outside locker.
Wh who's dead?" One of the throats mumbled to Mr. Hutchenson.
My hat! My hat! Who s moved it? Got to get home--a man's dying in my front yard! I've got to get home."
Tom suddenly remembered that the office boasted of a locker in which hats could be hung: He made a dash to get Mr. Hutchenson's hat, but as he handed it to him a second later as that gentleman was making a hurried exit, it was pushed unnoticed aside------hats were no longer thought of. Mr. Hutchenson was firing orders back to a secretary that did not at all know whether she was taking in everything he was saying.
Phone the doctor, and a nurse. Tell them to come to my house. An undertaker too! Hurry!"
Then he went hurrying down the hallway leading to the steep flight of steps. The stirred office force heard a crash as Mr. Hutch' enson approached the foot of the stairs. He must have fallen the last steps--but he evidently picked himself up, and with a final flurry was gone. His office, and its approach, reigned again in quiet.
A hurrying man without a hat, running in and among the people on a business thoroughfare, searching for something in the street that no one knew anything about, was certain to attract attention at eleven* o'clock, but Mr. Hutchenson didn't care. He didn't even see the staring people. He was looking for a taxi; a tiny yellow monster that could take him to the aid of a dying man.
"Hi! Taxi! Home. Er------Dothan street. 1615! Hurry!" Mr. Hutchenson fell in the door and its slamming deafened the sentence spoken by the driver.
"Sir, you see--I haven't--"
"Hurry, don't stop, and drive fast!"
As the driver caught sight of the excited, flushed face on the back seat he let in the gears, and gave the machine gas, but he shook his head.

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'Try to make it, but I haven't much." Mr. Hutchenson's mind was all astir. He had never had a worker to die on his hands like this, and he was especially concerned because of its influence on Dorothy. He should have noted more closely the physical condition of the old man, but then he didn't think it neces' sary to obtain a doctor's certificate from a man that was only to push a lawn mower. Heart trouble must have been the reason for the sudden calamity. And ah! Yes! The drinking of that quantity of water. He had read often of an athlete dying from such a shock to the hot body. In his yard too, of all places--dying there! He shuddered as he pictured the body from which life had gone stretched out on the porch, cold and stiff with all of the neighbors present. Doctors, now useless, equally useless nurses, undertakers, perhaps even the coroner and his jury with their foolish questions and nodding heads. Mr. Hutchenson became suddenly conscious of his surroundings. The houses had suddenly ceased whining by--what was wrong with the taxi? It was slowing down, actually stopping, when he had stressed speed. It was still three blocks from his home, half'mowed lawn and--a dying or even maybe a dead man. Mr. Hutchenson made a sudden lunge to the taxi door, at the same time it opened magically. His face bumped into the driver's startled one. The driver's blue cap tumbled to the pavement, two pairs of eyes stared into each other, two bruised noses ached, and were hur' riedly rubbed by their owners. The driver backed from the car, ad' ministering to his injured organ, and Mr. Hutchenson finished his descent to the ground. "What's the matter?" "You bumped my nose!" "I mean what is the matter with the car? Why are you stopping? I've got to get home to a dying man." "Well, sir, this car's already dead. Gave out of gas. I didn't think I could make it, but took a chance." "Oh! What else will happen? Now, I've got to walk, and time is so precious."
Not a moment more of the precious time was lost, though, for Mr. Hutchenson was down the street and a league away before the driver even realised he had lost his passenger. He looked after the departing figure, and one hand scratched his head while the other rubbed the smashed nose.
"Well, I be hanged! Dying may make one person still, but it makes the other hop."
Mr. Hutchenson if he wasn't hopping was advancing toward his
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home as fast as his long stride would take him. He presented a unique walking picture on that quiet homedined avenue. With no hat upon his head, his thin, sandy colored hair flying back from his head as a small boy's pompadour lacking a backward stroke, his eyes straining ahead, he was a sight to make the few urbans who were out, turn and gase in his direction. He didn't mind their gase, was hardly conscious of it, except that he wondered how they could be so calm, and unconcerned, when within a block of a dying man. Hadn't they been informed of the plight of the man within a short distance of them? Why weren't they offering their aid or trying to get a doctor, or notifying an undertaker? Their calmness irritated him in his high tense state. A dying man seemed a common affair with the staring persons.
1615 Dothan street was now in sight. How different was Mr. Hutchenson's return in comparison with his departure three hours before. He left a well, healthy household, and was now returning to one in the claws of death. The lawn carefully mowed, and trim' med greeted him in the final lap of his stirring journey. So, Uncle Mason's last work had been to finish his yard. Mr. Hutchenson turned up the walk, and now his breath was coming in quick pants.
An old negro was sitting on the bottom step of the veranda, smok' ing an old rustic pipe, and inhaling deep breaths of the sweet, warm air. His white kinky hair belied the straight strong body; a body full of rich life and health.
Mr. Hutchenson stopped, looked, and gasped. He passed a hand over his dazed face.
`"Uncle Mason! Aren't you dead or dying?" "Quit yo' jokin', Mas Hutchenson. Course I ain't a dyin'. I told 'em to tell yo' I was a gwine!"
ELIZABETH McREE.
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THE RESPONSIBILITY OF BEING
RED'HEADED
Since the first of all blondes, Eve, "as blonde as wheat" according to tradition, the blonde type has been a potent factor in making history and has been portrayed with gorgeous richness in art, literature, and drama. That certain shade of blonde hair termed "red" became
through ^ the paintings of Titian, who has immortalized the Titian blonde. Little did such historically prominent persons as the reddieaded, villainous Lucrezia Borgia and the ilhfated queens, Mary, Queen of Scots and Marie Antoinette, realize that they were leaving a burden on the shoulders of future red'headed people. Just as a person stops his car at a red sign in the road, so he stops an argument when a red-headed being appears. The world expects that fiery-hair to hide a fiery temper which, if ignited, would explode with the violence of a Mount Vesuvius; and, in order that the world may not be irreparably disappointed, the victim of red-hair occa' sionally forces her temper beyond the bonds of control. The world is paradoxical in its expectations of the red-headed girl

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BESSIE YOUNG.

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TO AUTUMN
Thou tardy loiterer that late appears, Was it thy pride or modesty that bade thee come so late? Thy dress is patterned of bright colored leaves, Late variegated blossoms deck thy suntanned brow and hair. Thy apron's laden with fruits and golden grain, And wild west winds thy fragrant perfume waft upon the air. Thy hair, thy crowning glory, is the tassels of the corn; Thy eyes are glistening dewdrops that herald early morn. Thy hands are snowy white with the frost upon the hills, Thy voice is like the melody of murmuring rills. Surely O Autumn, thou'rt proud of grace sublime. Dost thou not fear the envy of creatures divine?
NORMA MIDDLETON.
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THE SACRIFICE OF THE FIRE
"Kneel always when you light a fire. Kneel reverently and thankful be For God's unfailing charity; And on the ascending flame inspire A little prayer, that shall upbear The incense of your thankfulness For this sweet grace of warmth and light. For here again is sacrifice For your delight."
When I read this bit of poetry by John Oxenham, my eyes always stop in their pursuit of the period and retrace the last two lines; "For here again is sacrifice For your delight." Sacrifice--the process involves the surrender or destruction of one object in order to gain another object. Destruction enters in that the wood is consumed by the fire. But what is the result of this destruction or sacrifice of the fire? Sacrifice should be attended by benefitting results. Is a fire any good other than in the material sense involved in keeping one warm, or in furnishing a medium for the preparation of foods?
One accomplishment of the fire that is almost never taken into consideration is that it serves as an atmospheric outlet for the emo' tions of those around it.
It is my contention based entirely on observation that the roaring camp-fire on the banks of a river will produce just the right atmos phere for the telling of those little personal adventures that always carry a strain of boastfulness in them if given elsewhere. Such an enticing outlet is all that could be desired for the one inflicted with an inferiority complex, for it helps him to maintain a level of equality with others--a condition necessary for the accomplishment of any" thing.
Another kind of fire is the crackling, enervating open fire in the family living room. Here the conversation is usually based on family incidents, jokes, and relationships. The instinct of group approval
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prompts all the action. There is an atmosphere of friendly give and take, and family ties are quickened and strengthened as a result.
And then consider Millay's conception of friendship: "Midnight, a dying fire. And the best unsaid."
Little running flames that come now and then as some smouldering bit of wood falls apart--glowing, simmering coals. What confidences do they not impart? With a real friend and the glowing hearth as inspiration, one dreams dreams of the future and is able to see in the distance the suggestion of the end of a life ideal.
"Kneel always when you light a fire. For here again is sacrifice For your delight."
LUCILLE DOWLING.
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CHRISTMAS GIFTS

HPHE CHILD wants a teddy-bear and A tracks and engines that light up and

go; the youth wants a lettered sweater or a million dollars or a sweetheart; Mr. Mussolini wants the earth; the poet wants the moon; the saints want God. It may be added that all want a ticket to the 1928 Georgia'Tech game; most of us want a ride with Lucky Lindy, and a few even want ghost-'Spiritualism. But here we all are; wanting, wanting,wanting something--and usually the unattainable.

There are three hundred and sixty'five days in the

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year, and of these fully three hundred and sixtyTour

are want'days. Man wants and one may measure a man

or a civilization by the quality of his wants. Not only does the quality act as a taleteller, but one may glimpse characteristics of a man or a civilization by the way he or it goes about fulfilling his wants--for a "dream should' n't stop with a vision."



Nearly two thousand years ago a great spirit--the

greatest Teacher of all ages--gave to the world a vision

of truth and righteousness which stimulated the want'

instinct of all western nations. He showed them a shining

goal toward which they could turn their slow and halting

footsteps. It was a goal of beauty and perpetual attrac'

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'iveness. He patiently taught that to be kind, forgiving,



generous, and tolerant one to another--to have a kingdom

of love on the earth among mankind--was not only a beautiful thing

to want, but a thing to work toward and attain!

Christmas, as we know it, is "a symbol, a recognition, a flower on the altar, a bow in passing." For three hundred and sixtyTour days we want, and want, and usually for worldly things. Oh, the joy of it if on the three hundred and sixty'fifth day we would want to try to fulfill, if in only a tiny way, the great wish of our Master; if instead of wanting to receive something we would want to get nearer His goal, and give of our kindness, love, and generosity to manhood. When we light our small red candles at Christmas, we are but paying a slight tribute to the spirit of love typified by the Great Hero whose birth we celebrate. He has given us through His

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love a shrine from which man will receive and carry away, to the end of time, a far richer treasure than anything He can ever bring. If on Christmas we would light our love, instead of our candles; give of ourselves, instead of moneyed gifts; our tribute to the Most High would be manifold, and He would suffer us the things we take from His shrine. Indeed, He would turn His divine attention to our little human life long enough to make certain that we gained for our Christmas--an "answer to our dreams, a happy, cheery song.'"
E. McR.
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UR VESPER services for the month

have been unusually interesting ones. On Thursday evening, October 30, we were fortunate enough to have Mr. Cleveland, superintendent of the High School, as speaker. Mr. Cleve land is one of our favorites and we were delighted to have him with us. Prob ably the most enjoyable of the Sunday evening services was the one given on November 6, by the members of the "Y. W." Choir. The following pro gram was rendered:

"The Lord is in His Holy Temple"--Chcir.

Scripture Reading--Sarah Hall



Prayer--Iva Chandler.

"Teach Us to Pray"--Choir.

Solo, accompanied by guitar--Cora Burghard.

"The Lord is My Shepherd"--Choir.

Vocal Duet--Dorothy Dasher, Sara Burghard.

Y. W. C. A. benediction.

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We are proud of the interesting work of our Bible

Study classes, and especially pleased at the regular at

tendance. On Thursday evening, December 1, Miss

Ramsey was hostess at a theater party given for her

Junior-Senior class.

Monday evening, November 27, a regular cabinet meet
ing was held in the Y. W. C. A. parlor. Miss Lois
Sharp, who is our president, presided over the meeting. After a short devotional a general discussion of the work for the year took place.

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ARGONIAN NEWS

One of the most interesting joint programs of the year was on

"The Development of American Landscape and Art" conducted by

Mildred Larsen and Matile Powell. A lecture which accompanied

the slides was read by Edna Shadrick.

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The paintings were by the foremost landscape artists of America.

A most unusual painting was by Tanner, a negro artist with inter'

national recognition. Another interesting group was the landscapes

by George Innis. Other outstanding artists whose paintings were

shown were Homer Martin, Winslow Homer, Redfield, and Symonds.

The collection was unusually colorful and greatly enjoyed.

SORORIAN NEWS
A joint meeting of the Sororian and Argonian Literary Societies was held Friday, November 18th. Interesting plays were presented by each society. The Argonians presented "The Minuet." The cast of characters was as follows:
Marquis--Estha Freeman. Marchioness--Mary Small. Gaoler--Lois Sharpe. The Sororians presented "The Neighbors" by Zona Gale. The cast of characters was as follows: Grandma--Martha Minter. Mis' Diantha Abel--Norma Middleton. Esra Williams--Laura Clements. Peter--Aline Futch. Inez--Elizabeth Teasley. Mis' Elmira Moran--Dorothy Glascock. Mis' Trot--Annie Maude Ferrell. Mis' Carry Elsworth--Sarah Hall.

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KAPPA NEWS

; I 'HE KAPPAS and Lambdas have had
a good time playing for the Soccer and Volley Ball championship during the last few weeks.
Each association had good teams which strived loyally to bring honor to its asso' ciation. The associations had lots of pep, good sportsmanship, and fun during these games.
Kappa spirit was personified in David Gamut, their mascot, who barked fiercely when the Lambdas won a game.

On Thanksgiving Day Kappas lost the games in Volley
Ball, but the first team lost and the second team tied in Soccer.

Last week the Kappa Volley Ball team won the series. In Soccer, the first team tied and the second team lost. The Soccer game was very close: the score for the first game was M, and for the second game 04.

Miss Ivey announced the posting of Points won during

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the Soccer-Volley Ball series by each association.

Basket Ball practice and Soccer-Volley Ball practice starts the first week in December.

Kappas, show your spirit! Help your association, and also win individual points.

The Basket Ball Goal Tournament starts soon also.



Let s all do our part and "Be good Sports."

LAMBDA NEWS
When you say Pep you immediately think of the Lambdas; for ot all the pep needed "the" association had it before, during, and after the Soccer and Volley Ball series. However, we must divide our praise, because the association could not have avoided being em thusiastic with such teams working for it.
From the very beginning the Lambda team knew that their fight was going to be against a team of practically the same ability as their own, and that they were going to have to work. But that is the finest part about the team. Work was necessary, so work they
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did. As a result the good old Lambdas ended the series with worthy triumph.
At present we are betting on our second team. The last of their series was left a tie. But our suspense is just for a time, for we hope to soon hear a decision in regard to the question.
We do not give the Lambdas all of the praise though, for without the wholesome, hardy competition that was had from the Kappas, we could never have enjoyed such successful games as the recent Soccer and Volley Ball games. We have enjoyed every bit of the time, and we are congratulating ourselves on having such good sports to play with.
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One of the most delightful occasions of the last week at the College was the dinner given November 19th to the Travellers' Protective Association. About seventy'five of the Valdosta post of travelling men were guests of the College. Dr. R. H. Powell, president of the College, and Miss Annie P. Hopper, Dean of Women, were official hosts. 11 After the program given by the College girls, Dr. Powell made a speech of welcome to the guests. He then called for impromptu speeches from Judge W. E. Thomas, President of the Board of Trustees; President Blanton, of the Travellers' Protective Association, and Messrs. Lipscomb, Dekle, Stanford, Tillman, and Dasher.
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The College was pleased to have as its guests on Thursday after' noon, November 17, the preachers who were attending the Methodist conference in Valdosta.
THANKSGIVING DINNER
One of the most delightful features of the program for Thanks' giving Day was the dinner served to the College group and visiting alumnae. The students were seated according to classes, and through' out the meal songs and toasts came from the different classes. An after'dinner program was enjoyed:
1. Piano Solo: Whims, (Schuman)--Helen Ryon. 2. Reading: Thanksgiving Dinner On the Wing--Caroline Parrish. 3. Dutch Treat--Jean Loggins, Dorothy Glascock. 4. Toast to Alumnae Visitors--Estha Freeman. 5. Response--Margaret LaFar. 6. Dance: Harvest Festival---
a--Grain Bearers b--Garland Bearers c--Fruit Bearers d--Merry Makers 7. Alma Mater.

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ALUMNAE NOTES

....Sadie Culbreth of the '19 class was married on October 26th to Hester Raymond McLean, of R*aef#ord,* N. C.

Eunice McArthur of the '24 class was married on September 11th, at Reidsville, Georgia, to Bruce B. Swain.
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Erma Barco of the '25 class was married on November 19th, to William S. Morgan. They are living at 17 E. Muriel Avenue, Or'

lando, Florida.

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Eunice Farnum, A. B. '26, was married in the summer to Murray Gay, of Kelsey City, Florida.
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Inez Sharpe of the '22 class is teaching English and Latin in the

High School at Uvalda, Georgia. * * *

Minnie Gruber of the '25 class is teaching the fifth grade at Alma,

Georgia.

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Ruth McKinnon of the '25 class is teaching the first grade at Bos*

ton, Georgia.

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Lydia Minter of the '25 class is teaching in the primary department of the school at Donaldsonville, Georgia.
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Olive Rogers of the '25 class is teaching the first grade at Palatka,

Florida.

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Grace Smith of the '25 class is teaching the fifth grade at Lyons,

Georgia.

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Althea Mae Strickland of the '25 class is teaching Music in Sa vannah, Georgia. Her address is 1609 Bull Street.
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Ruth Watkins of the '25 class is teaching the third grade at Bruns-

wick, Georgia.

Alma Church of the '25 class is teaching at Albany, Georgia.

Twenty'Three

THE PIKE BRANCH

Frances Thomas of the 5 class is teaching the sixth grade at

Brunswick, Georgia.

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Willie Mae Mathews, A. B., '25, announces the birth of a daughter, Anita Clyburn, on November 19th.
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Julia Patterson of the class of ,24 is teaching at Arabi, Georgia.
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Annie Leila Wells of the '26 class is spending the year at home, Valdosta, Georgia.
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Clela Wells of the '26 class is teaching at Screven* Georgia.

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Evelyn Brown, A. B. ,25, is teaching History and English in the High School at Orlando, Florida. Her address is Jefferson Court Apartment.
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Eugenia Milam of the '26 class is teaching at Kingston, Georgia.

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Louise Milam of the '26 class is teaching near Cartersville, Georgia.

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Among the Alumnae visiting the College during the Thanksgiving season were: Eunice and Mildred Cassels of the '27 class, who are teaching in Cairo, Georgia; Tilda Ivey of the '26 class, who is spend" ing the year at home at Glenmore, Georgia; Mary Nell Fitts of the '27 class, who is teaching at Dawson, Georgia; Julia Heisler of the '27 class, who is teaching in Cairo, Georgia; Elsie Gunn, A. B. '27, who is teaching in Orlando, Florida; Ouida Jackson of the '26 class, who is teaching at Vidalia, Georgia; Louise McLendon, A. B. '26, who is teaching in Marianna, Florida (address 302 Deering Street); Yelna Cassels of the '23 class, who is teaching in Cairo, Georgia; Esther Holland of the '27 class who is teaching in Ludowici, Georgia; Margaret Lyle of the "26 class, who is teaching at Rebecca, Georgia; Alice Parham of the 27 class is doing kindergarten work at Way"
cross, Georgia; Edna Sineath of the '27 class, who is secretary to her father at Adel, Georgia; Marian Wiseman of the '26 class, who is teaching at Adel, Georgia; Margaret LaFar, A. B. '26, who is teaching in Savannah, Georgia (Address 510 E. Duffy Street); Mary Alice Sineath, A. B. 27, who is teaching at Brooklet, Georgia; Anne Smith,
A- B. 27, who is teaching dancing at Brunswick, Georgia; Emma Moore, A. B. '27, who is spending the winter at home, 1205 E. Henry Street; Ruth Folger, A. B. '27, who is teaching at Alapaha, Georgia; Grace Rees of the '24 class and Belle Rees of the '23 class.

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VALDOSTA, GEORGIA

who are spending the year at home at Preston, Georgia; Juanita

Parrish of the '22 class who is teaching at Ft. Valley, Ga.; Mary Beth

Parrish of the '27 class, who is teaching at Monticello, Florida;

Rena Mae Davis of the '27 class, who is teaching at Naylor, Georgia;

Leola Smith, A. B. '27, who is teaching at Clyattville, Georgia; and

Mildred Littlefield, Mrs. Sidney Hall Brown, who is living at Wino'

kur, Georgia.

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Amanda Alexander, Mrs. R. O. DeLoach, of the '17 class is teach' ing third grade at Glennville, Georgia.
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Ida Groover of the '18 class is spending the winter at Hahira, Georgia.
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Bonnell Bivins of the '20 class is spending the winter at her home at Moultrie, Georgia.
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Katherine White, Mrs. V. C. Jordan, of the '20 class was a recent visitor to Valdosta. She may be reached at Apartado 470, Habana, Cuba.
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Martha Lucas of the '21 class is teaching the third grade at Ash'

burn, Georgia.

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C. B. Sharpe of the '21 class is teaching the seventh grade at Brunswick, Georgia.
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Ruth Wolcott of the '21 class is teaching the sixth grade in Lum-

berton Graded School, Lumberton, N. C.

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Jewell Woodard, Mrs. Chas. Alderman, of the '18 class is living at 2043 S. W. 7th Street, Miami, Florida.
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Rosa Lucas of the '22 class is teaching at Empress, Georgia.

Julia Harrell of the '22 class is teaching the fourth grade in Jack' sonville, Florida.
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Alma Kicklighter of the class of '23 is teaching French and English in the high school at Screven, Georgia.
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Iliene Adams of the class of '23 was recently married to E. P. Bowen of Tifton, Georgia.

Twenty'Five

FF AN EDUCATION is refining, what -F makes a college course?
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Louise Benton--"These exams always give me backache."
S. Hall--"They certainly couldn't give you headache."
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TRY THIS! Slipshod scraps so suddenly slid side' ways she sloppily spilled some syrupy strawberry sodas.
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CUTTING A CLASS

Miss Youngblood and her roommate were seated in

their room one evening, when her roommate was astom

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ished to see her take a perfectly blank sheet of paper,

fold it, put it into an envelope, and address and stamp

the envelope carefully.

Say , she asked, "what in the world are you mailing out that blank sheet of paper for?"

7 a" takinS a correspondence course, and I am cutting a class.
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QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS
If the alphabet were all invited out to supper, in what order would they come?
They would all get there down to S and the rest would come after T. What are the most unsociable things in the world? Milestones. They always keep a mile apart. Many a true word is spoken through false teeth.
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WISDOM OF A STUDENT GOVT. PRES. Mr. Stokes--"What are faculative bacteria?" Lucille Dowling Germs making the faculty and causing an epidemic of monthly exams."
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CLASSIFIED For Sale--One'fourth bale of straw. Used only few times as over** coat. See Scarecrow. Left End Cornfield.
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VALDOSTA, GEORGIA

For Rent--Vacant attic. Excellent for storage purposes. Reasonable rental. Apply M. T. Dome Bldg., Rigmarole St.
Wanted--Four experienced scrappers to sort scraps for patch work. Quilty Bldg., Patch City.
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ONE THING NEEDFUL

Two Freshmen met on the 'road on a very hot day, and one said

to the other:

"Pretty hot day.,r

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"Yes," said the other, "I would say we were going to have a thaw if it weren't for one thing."

"What's that?"

"There ain't nothin' froze." $ * *

LAMBDA SIDELIGHTS

Sarah Hall (on Volley Ball Field): for?"
Opal Thornton: "The fresh air." * * *

"What are you coming out

REASON ENOUGH!
Mr. Wood: "Why did the early Christians put mathematics in their schools?"
Blanche Prescott: "So that they could count the collection." * * *

WILLING, BUT--

Freshmen (on Hat Day): "Essie Fry, quick! hat."
Essie Fry: "Alright. Where is it?" * * *

Help us find the

OH!
Louise Forbes (in library): "Catherine, I have a joke to tell you when you haven't anything else to do."
Catherine McRee: "Tell it to me in English." * * *

Twenty-Seven

THE PIHE BRANCH BE PREPARED FOR LEAP YEAR! Lillian McKey: "You can't do a thing these days without a degree. You can't even get married." Miss Bush: "Oh! I am going to start working on my Master's at once."
* * * About the only things that are ever in the "Read 'em and Weep" box are the notices which accidentally fall off the bulletin board into the box.
Twenty'Eight

The Georgia State Womans College At Valdosta
WISHES TO ALL ITS READERS A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR. AND RENEWS ITS PLEDGE TO GIVE TO THE YOUNG WOMANHOOD OF GEORGIA THE MOST EFFICIENT EDUCATIONAL SERVICE IN ITS POWER TO GIVE.

DANIEL ASHLEY PHARMACY Everything for Christmas The Quality Drug Store Phone 700
McRAE'S BOOT SHOP, Inc.
TO PLEASE YOU--OUR FOREMOST AIM We want the patrons of this store to get the best possible value; the most considerate attention; the most satisfactory service.
EMMETTE McRAE, Manager In Daniel Ashley Hotel.
Gift Headquarters THOMPSON & GIRARDIN
Jewelers
110 W. Central Avenue--Valdosta, Ga. 50 Steps From Patterson Street--Miles From High Prices

KNIGHT'S PHARMACY EAT--DRINK and
CHRISTMAS SHOP WITH US "Service With a Smile" 803---- PHONES--804 Motorcycle Delivery
C. C. VARNEDOE & COMPANY Valdosta's Store Dependable
A Store Full of Christmas Cheer
Get Your Hair Cut at
DANIEL ASHLEY BARBER SHOP

CHRISTMAS GREETINGS

Plus Cheer and Warmth For

the New Year

SERVICE DRUG COMPANY

Valdosta's Clean Drug Store

PHONE 1300

Corner Ashley St. and Central Ave.

BUY Your Christmas Gifts
From MACKEY JEWELRY COMPANY
STUMP BROTHERS Paints and Builders' Supplies
Valdosta, Georgia

THE SMILING CHRISTMAS STORE
Greets You With a Most Complete
Line of Christmas Gifts
FRIEDLANDER BROTHERS
Corner Patterson and Hill
Attend the Christmas Sale
AT
W. C. GRIFFIN & SONS
DRY GOODS--SHOES LADIES' READY'TO'WEAR
AND MILLINERY
McELYEY-FUTCH COMPANY
WHOLESALE PRODUCE, FRUITS, VEGETABLES, SPECIALTIES 12,000 Square Feet Floor Space--10 Car Capacity Cold Storage
Two Telephones, Nos. 447'317--319 S. Patterson St. VALDOSTA, GEORGIA

"The Fit Is The Thing" Be Worthy of Him Christmas Holidays,
by Wearing Our Beautiful Shoes
with Chiffon Hose to Match TURNER JONES SHOE COMPANY
SEE Pultar's Honey Made Fruitcake VALDOSTA BAKING COMPANY
VALDOSTA'S OWN
VIKING TIRES
WILL GIVE YOU MANY A GOOD TURN THEY ARE FULLY GUARANTEED -- by the --
CENTRAL SERVICE STATION
WASHING, GREASING, VULCANIZING Phone 372

Buy Your Gifts FOR HIM from
A. CONVERSE COMPANY Over 3000 Gifts For You to Select From.
MRS. C. WHITTINGTON Furnisher to Ladies
PIGGLY WIGGLY SNOW COMPANY Operating Four Stores
SNOW BROTHERS, Owners
Valdosta's Popular Stores

THE ACORN STORE Always Dependable Merchandise This store carries every thing that a Com plete Department Store always carries. A warm welcome and a smiling greeting to all--Shop here for your Xmas Gifts.
We Wish You A Very Merry Christmas
and A Happy New Year INGRAM DRUG COMPANY
J. W. PINKSTON
EXTENDS THE COLLEGE WISHES FOR
A Merry Christmas
AND
A Happy New Year

WE INVITE YOU To Attend Our Christmas Sale
Choicest Merchandise W. M. OLIVER & COMPANY

SINGER SEWING MACHINE CO. Hemstitching
AND
Picoting
WE APPRECIATE YOUR PATRONAGE

We Invite You to Visit Our New Store

FOUNTAIN SPECIALTIES, FRUIT DRINKS FRUIT and NUT SUNDAES, HOT DRINKS
THE DRUG STORE OF UNSURPASSED SERVICE We Are Always Glad to Serve You.

VINSON'S DRUG STORE

PHONES 245'246

121 N. Patterson St.

STRAND THEATRE Where You Can Always Spend
A PLEASANT HOUR
Select Your Xmas Remembrances of Silk Underwear--Silk Hosiery
AND
Ladies' and Gents' Handkerchiefs
FROM
BURRUSS WOMAN'S SHOP
W. H. BRIGGS HARDWARE CO.
SASH AND DOORS--WALL BOARDS PAINTS--ROOFINGS
TURPENTINE SUPPLIES MILL SUPPLIES WIRE FENCE
YEARTY DRUG COMPANY Do Your Christmas Shopping Here
And Let Us Deliver Your Packages by Motorcycle

Best Wishes for
A Merry Christmas MRS. HARRIS, BEAUTY SALOON
BANK OF VALDOSTA Capital $200,000.00
We Invite Your Account
COLONIAL TEA ROOM
OPPOSITE WESTERN UNION
Good Meals--Prompt Service
VALDOSTA, GEORGIA
Citizens & Southern National Bank
VALDOSTA, GEORGIA
Capital and Surplus $5,500,000.00
NO ACCOUNT TOO LARGE--NONE TOO SMALL

FIRST NATIONAL BANK Valdosta, Georgia
Resources Over $3,500,000.00

TAYLOR BUICK COMPANY

Show Rooms and Service Stations

Quitman, Georgia Valdosta, Georgia

Phone 422

Phone 92

MATHIS & YOUMANS COMPANY

Pianos--V ictrolas

AND

Everything in Music

VALDOSTA,

GEORGIA

Wishing You Health, Happiness, and a Very Merry Christmas
VALDOSTA GAS COMPANY

HOTEL DANIEL ASHLEY
A Griner Hotel VALDOSTA, GEORGIA FIRE PROOF--RATES $2.50 UP
Try Our Coffee Shop
OPEN 6:30 A. M., TO 10:00 P. M.
BISCUIT MADE FROM OUR
EASTER LILY FLOUR
Makes a Meal Something to Which One Looks Forward
THE A. S. PENDLETON COMPANY
DISTRIBUTORS
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND
A PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR TO
OUR ADVERTISERS

WE ARE AGENTS
FOR
Page and Shaw Candies of Excellence
CONVERSE SODA PARLOR Phone 32

nPO OUR FAITHFUL OLD FRIENDS, OUR CHERISHED NEW FRIENDS
AND TO THOSE WHOSE FRIEND' SHIP WE STRIVE TO DESERVE WE TENDER OUR HEARTY CHRISTMAS GREETINGS AND BEST WISHES FOR THE NEW YEAR.
SOUTHERN STATIONERY AND PRINTING COMPANY
Printing That Satisfies VALDOSTA, GEORGIA