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 Elizabeth D. Chichester Stella Floyd Editors Helen Allen Mabel Powell 
Lois Byrd Augusta L. Brown Lavania Y. Creech 
 
-Editor-in-chief 
 
Associate Editor-in-chief 
 
Glass Reporters 
 
Senior 
 
Margaret Breen 
 
Junior 
 
Ruth Browne 
 
Sophomore 
 
Freshman Frances Bitzer 
 
-Business Manager 
 
- Assistant Manager 
 
CONTENTS 
 
Hallowe'en___________________________________ Page 2 
 
Greater Love HathNoMan____________________ Page 3 
 
The Journey---------------- 
 
page 8 
 
 Gimmy May's DameSchool________ 
 
Page 9 
 
Much Ado AboutNothing_____________________ Page 11 
 
Twigs------------ --------------------------- ------------ page 14 
 
Editorials-------------------------- 
 
page 18 
 
Exchange----------------------------------------------------- Page 20 
 
Locals----------------------- ------------------------------- Page 21 
 
Humorous___________________________________ Page 24 
 
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Subscription, 75c Issued Monthly Single Copy, 15c 
 
PTTRT.TSHKT) RY THE STUDENTS OF THE SOUTH GEORGIA NORMAti COLLEGE, VALDOSTA, GA. 
 
Accepted for mailing at special rate of postage provided for in Sec tion 1103, Act of Oct. 3, 1917. Authorized Jan. 20, 1919 
 
Volume III. 
 
' OCT. & NOV. 1919 
 
Number 2 
 
ifaUmor'rtt 
Great jagged wounds of lightening rip Across the breast of night, 
And thunder demons dance and skip Within its baleful light. 
The wings of winds bring shrieks of cats And scents of burning hair, 
While gnarled old women borne by bats Flop fiend-like here and there. 
The earth is padded with a pall So dead, so densely black, 
And vipers leer and lizards crawl O'er wall and chimney stack. 
Strange sights and sounds are everywhere There cries a tortured child, 
And voices coarse, mix strangely hoarse With screams of beasts gone wild. 
The moon with all its silver sheen Has smothered been quite dead 
Because forsooth, its Halloe'en The stars are all a-bed. 
The force of fear is free to work, The underworld is loose, 
And woe is he who dares to shirk, He ties his own neck's noose. Helen Allen, '21 
Two 
 
 (Smifrr Sou? 
 
No Matt 
 
. U was just a common cur; from the tip of his in quisitive black nose to the end of his expressive yellow tail there was not one single redeeming line or patch of color to give the lie to his mongrel ancestry. When you first looked at him your impulse was to hold your skirts 
carefully and walk by; your next, if you caught his re sponsive dog eyes, was to pat his head, thus setting his ever resnonsive tail in motion. His one consuming pas sion in life was a deathless love and lovaltv to the man he followed--the man who had caught sivht of those appeal ing dog eves the dav before, and had viven his last dime to save the dov. which he had christened "Rags", from the mercv of the dop'-killer. 
Men had called Dick Brannon a cur too. and he gave the same impression as did a first dimnse of the dog, who now claimed all the affection of which his heart was cap able of holding. One's first impression in both cases was the.same;unless one got a glimpse of Dick Brannon's eves which so seldom looked squarely into those of another. Then the next imnression--after one glance at the hurt look behind the shifting of those eyes, was to offer help. Yet. following close on the heels of the second, if one cared to look a third time, came the decisin that Dick Brannon was not exactly the kind of man that another would offer to help. 
His face was young; the once firm mouth told, plain er than any words, of the dissolute life which he had lived. His bearing, slumped and careless, gave no hint of former respectability, but his hands, finely formed, were ill cared for and seemed as incongruous as the broad forehead and finely chisled nose. 
His was the same old story--young, far away from home, fell in wild associates. Every week as he went from bad to worse, marked a resolution easily made and easily broken. But there was one--just one too many, and the deed was done. 
TAr0 
 
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Greater Love Hath No Man 
 
Now, Dick Brannon, a social outctast, sat on the steps 
 
of a large warehouse; head in hands, with not one thing 
 
or person in the world to call him friend save the little 
 
yellow dog who sat at his feet. His pleading eyes rested 
 
on the man who for him had suffered the agony of whis 
 
key-craving since he paid his last prospect of a drink for 
 
the dog only twenty-four hours ago. 
 
Great racking coughs shook the thin frame of the 
 
man; coughs which six months of sleeping in cellars had 
 
only made worse. 
 
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Hours they sat there, the man and the dog; the lights 
 
of the city flashed out, one by one, like fireflies in the 
 
dusk. The man sat, coughed and thought ; the dog sat, 
 
looked and worshipped. As a paroxysm of coughing 
 
overcame the vagabond, the watchman, lantern in hand, 
 
turned the corner of the warehouse. Spying the dim fig 
 
ure in the dusk he came closer, then reaching the steps 
 
he said: 
 
"I'm 'fraid you'll have to move on. 'Gainst the law 
 
you know to allow loafing 'round the warehouse. Sorry, 
 
but you'll have to go. 
 
Then as Brannon coughed again, he added, 
 
"Bad cough you've got." 
 
Something in the kind voice made Brannon raise his 
 
head. At the same time the watchman lifted his lantern, 
 
to get a better look at the man, and then--he got a close 
 
glimpse into the eyes of the man on the steps; eyes into 
 
which no man had looked, or cared to look, for many a day. 
 
Somehow those eyes reminded him of the eyes of his boy 
 
Terence; Terence, who was then fighting in France to 
 
make the world safe for such men as this, and a great 
 
wave of anger surged over Thomas Carlton. The man 
 
coughed again; the dog, as if sensing some antagonistic 
 
presence, placed a limp forepaw upon the knee of the man 
 
and a wave of pity completely crowded out the wave of an 
 
ger in Thomas Carlton's heart. He turned to go but his 
 
conscience kept warning. "And suppose someone should turn Terence out 
 
The man can't last much longer and he must have some 
 
good in him to make even a dog love him. Besides there's 
 
snow in the air, and--" 
 
Four 
 
 Turning back to the man he addressed him in a rough but kindly voice, 
"I say, you seem to have a pretty bad cough,think you'd better turn in." 
"No place to go", muttered the man. 
"Thought as much from the first. I've seen many of 'em in the same fix, but they didn't have your eyes", thought the watchman but he refrained from saying so. His next statement came abruptly: 
"Well, I live in that house over there, fourth floor up. Son's wife and little Allie (she's my little grand-daughter, and a cuter,, smarter little trick I never saw) are staying with mother and me since Terence went over there, so we're pretty crowded. But tell you what, there's a little shack out here that the carpenters use for a toolhouse, if you want to spend the night; there I'll get you some blankets-- you'll at least be warm and dry. Here comes Searles now. I get off 'till ten, back on then 'till four. Come on." 
Brannon rose and went; the dog followed with a "whither thou goest I will go" expression in his eyes. The watchman led the way to the shed, then while Bran non and the dog waited he went to get the blankets. 
Presently he reappeared carrying in one hand a pitcher which gave forth a fragrant steam, a couple of warm blankets on his arm and in the other hand some thing wrapped up in a coarse but clean napkin. 
"Mother sent this, said the coffee 'ud warm you up and the buns 'ud keep you going 'till morning. Then you re to come up and she'll fix you some breakfast, and I'll see if I can get you a job 'roundhere. Goodnight." 
The watchman stopped to pat the dog on the head, and thus to receive the three-fold reward of his rare dog smile, brown,human eyes and rapidly wagging tail; then he departed leaving behind a happy man and dog. 
Brannon drank the steaming coffee, divided the buns with the dog then gratefully ate his share which some thoughtful hand had prepared. Cold and sleepy he rolled up in the blankets and went to sleep,*the dog curled up close to the only man in the world, at least as far as HE was concerned. 
 
 Greater Love Hath No Man 
 
"Fire! Fire!" the shrill cry rang out thru the still 
 
night air, cutting it like a knife. 
 
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Brannon,[roused from his slumber, sat up; Rags, one 
 
battle-scarred ear cocked alertly, sat up too. 
 
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For two beats the man's heart stopped. As the long 
 
tongues of flame licked hungrily through the smoky win 
 
dows of the first and second stories, his first thought was 
 
"and the old man said he lived on the fourth 
 
Won- 
 
(jer__" Here he was interrupted by the piercing screams 
 
aMy God, they've left little Allie in that back/bed 
 
room. O, why doesn't someone save my baby.!" Allie--where had he heard that name before? then 
again came the old watchman's talk "little Allie, s e s my granddaughter and a--". The screams .r^n^, ou*. 
"Let me go. I say, no one has tried the side hall 
 
stairway--." 
 
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Quicker than thought Brannon decided. It was a 
 
gamble, sure, but no one cared anyway. He ran to a 
 
nearby faucet and saturated his worn clothing, then 
 
dashed into the belching smoke that issued from the side 
 
door, the dog following close at his heels. _ 
 
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And now he was inside the burning building, he found 
 
the staircase; it had not yet caught fire. On he went and 
 
up, each step seemed a mile. Already the walb of the 
 
first and second story rooms were quaking P , , ^ from the raging inferno within. On, up, he fo^t, he 
gasped for breath, finally he reached the fourth floor. The smoke was so thick that he was almost blinded, 
 
he felt his way from room to room until he reached tne screaming, frightened child. He seized a blanket and 
 
wrapped it around her, then called to the "Stay here Rags, be back m a minute, intending to 
leave the child near a window while he found another 
 
blanket to assure her safety. 
 
, ,, 
 
,, 
 
Just then, somewhere in that furnace beneath, a wall 
 
crashed in; there was no time to lose, it was only a gamble 
 
with life and death. He drew a deep breath and started 
 
down; hours to him it seemed; he struggled, his face was 
 
blistered, his clothing burned. After an etermty of agony 
 
he reached the open air and, a second later the stairway 
 
Six 
 
 THE PINE BRANCH 
 
crashed in. Brannon without a word fell forward on his 
 
face. 
 
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And though he never knew it, from the i top of the 
 
staircase two appealing dog eyes had watched him go, had 
 
watched him in his struggle for life until the stairway fell 
 
and with it all hope of escape. With a boom and a crash 
 
the entire building collapsed and with it the little dog who 
 
was told to stay and he stayed. 
 
Dorothy Race `21 
 
Seven 
 
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Brown and drab and thin and sere, The leaves are drifting down; Flutt'ring, hopeless, thru the air, Only drifting, sifting there, Like the falling of a tear. Farther down where aisles are gay, The leaves a-frolic fly; Dancing daringly agleam, Gaudy colored as a dream, Happy ending of their day. So my life, when comes the end, Must float away as called; Wondering, fearing, will it be? Joyous going will it be? Death alone may knowedge send. 
--Helen Allen '21 
Eight 
 
 ijttttuj Mnyf# 0am? ^rljonl 
The corridors were full of the noise of shuffling feet and laughing voices. Classes were over for the afternoon and there were two good hours before supper, two hours in which to do as they pleased, not studyng, not under the stem eye of learned professors and WITHOUT "Ginny Mag". In class and before her face "Ginny Mag" was known as Miss Virginia Margaret Crane, Latin teacher and assistant matron; behind her back and out of class generally spoken of as "Ginny Mag Scar'em". This after noon it was widely known that she was going to the dent ist, and therefore--happiness reigned! 
Mary, Alice and Jane, three Freshies and ibSeperable companions were going down the hall, arms intwined, and keeping step to the low toned chant, 
"Oh where, oh where is Ginny Mag Scar'em, Ginny Mag Scar'em, Ginny Mag Scar'em, 
Oh where, oh where is Ginny Mag Scar'em Gone to the Promised Land. 
She went up on Latin verbs Latin verbs, Latin verbs, 
She went up on Latin verbs Went to the Promised Land 
If she gets up there at all, I reckon that's how, un less its by a daily reminder to erring students that clasping arms is unladylike," added Alice under her breath. 
An assenting laugh came from the other two. `Hello", some one called. It was Susie McCall, who was standing m the door of one of the rooms, with her back to the hall "You knew that Ginny Mag had gone TM e^tist, didn t you ?" she called over her shoulder. j, A; e J' sodded like it, didn't it ?" was the response xrom the tno as they went on down the hail. . i.know> ' Jane remarked, "Susie has the same build aa Ginny Mag; though I say it not with reference to axiom l* 
Nine 
 
 Ginny Mag's Dame School 
 
`Things equal to the same thing, equal^to each other, 
interrupted Mary, "proceed with the Pr9Pf* r- Mae "But honestly," Jane continued, whereas Ginny M S 
is long, skinny and mean; and Susie is tell, slend r sweet they are of the same build from the back. 
Returning an hour afterwards from a refreshing wa (apples and candy included) the three girls passed down 
 
the "Welfinhere isn't Susie in that door again-or yet" 
 
exclaimed Alice, peering ^hru the dimly lighted hj11- ^ 
 
softly, under her breath she added: I believe 111 blow up 
 
this candy bag and pop it on her back! 
 
D0t" urged June. It 11 b too funny  
 
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The bag was promply blown up and Ahcec rept silent 
 
ly up behind her. Pop! The bag burst and Ahces 
 
laughter rang out gaily. Slowly Susie turned aroun 
 
>*11+ 
 
Horrors, no! Ginny Mug!* 
 
. 
 
"May I ask who did that?" she demanded in stentor 
 
ian tones. 
 
No answer. 
 
"Who was that?" she cried. 
 
. 
 
.__ 
 
 oh_Yes'm, it was me," came m shaking tones 
 
from Alice's corner. 
 
"Well, who is that?" 
 
"Alice Inman, ma'am." 
 
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, 
 
"And please what was the meamng of that unearthly 
 
blow?" she demanded. "You will please write out for me 
 
the irregular verbs, ferre, possum, do, and pro, for tomor- 
 
She turned on her heel, her thin nose in the air,but deigned to turn and say: 
"You should not say, `it was me but l ! Frances Bitzer '23 
 
Ten 
 
 Ulitrij Aha About Notljtn^ 
 
The Montjoy home was a whirling center of excite ment.. Everybody was busy. There was scarcely time to talk, even to the frequent callers. The maids in their neat black dresses and crisp white aprons ran hither and thither, stopping only at intervals to talk of matters of 
 
great importance^ The very air seemed charged with the 
 
feeling that something great was to happen. Indeed it 
 
was! Elizabeth Montjoy was to be married very soon. This wedding had long been discussed and was welcomed 
 
by her friends as one of the most brilliant affairs of the 
 
season. She was a very fascinating debutante and her 
father was immensely wealthy; therefore the situation wos of interest to jaded novelty seekers and followers of Dame Gossip. 
 
As the day drew nearer the scene became one of! ever- 
 
increasmg preparation. The elaborate trousseau was al most completed, though there were always several lovely dresses scattered over chairs in the sewing room. Eliza 
 
beth, tired and happy, directed the packing, criticized the 
 
sewing and all preparations. She was also constantly busy answering the telephone and entertaining inquisitive call61*3*  
 
Then one morning the unexpected happened. After sleeping very restlessly one night Elizabeth awoke to find 
 
her valuable pearl necklace gone--stolen supposedly. A 
 
i 
 
search rvealed the fact that several pieces of 
 
clothing were gone also. The household was paralyzed 
 
with the shock and wonder of it. Then, as the reaction 
 
set in a thorough search was made; but not a trace of the 
missing articles could be found. There was no disarrangment of drawers or chest, no disturbance of any kind to betray the fact that a burglar had raided the rooms. The 
entire family was upset. By her father's advice Elizabeth 
 
ments mg <*esperate ^ simply awaited further develop- 
 
On the following morning, however, she found that several other pieces of her precious trousseau had vanished 
 
Eleven 
 
 Much Ado About Nothing 
in the same mysterious way. She then put the case in the hands-of the detectives. Plain-clothes men watched the house. No one was allowed to enter or leave during the night. Evei*y entrance was guarded. Yet the following morning still other valuables were missing. The affair seemed to have taken rather a serious turn. It was evi dent that if a thief found it so easy to gain access to the house he might do graver damage. Therefore, on the third night the watchmen were deadly vigilant. The young de tective in charge requested that everyone go to bed as usual and remain in their rooms. It was evident to Mr. Montjoy that the young man suspected someone of the group. He asked that he might be allowed to sit up with him. As they seated themselves on the top step to await the coming the burglar, the great millionaire smiled to himself to remember that to be just this, a detective, had once been his highest ambition. As the minutes passed he recalled the things he was to have done. Such work as this was not to have his--he was to capture spies, unearth great murder plots, protect the President. They were great plans and this was as near as he had come to carry ing them out. He smiled, this time sleepily. He was glad he had not been a detective, they must live beastly un pleasant lives., He was so sleepy now that not even his boyhood dreams could keep him awake. It was really stupid sitting here when there seemed to be no burglar. He glanced over at the detective. Something must have es caped him for that young man was leaning forward eagrly and listening intently. 
Evidently there was a burglar. Someone was moving around in Elizabeth's room. He had not wasted time af ter all. They involuntarily crouched back into the shad ows of the wall. Elizabeth's door opened and a figure stepped out with arms piled high with clothing. Some thing of the old time thrill came back to the great man. Cautiously they followed the silently moving figure. They were led down the length of the hall up a third flight of stairs and through an unused door. Of course, the thief had been coming in thru the attic windows. No, he paus ed in the attic and going to an old chest carefully placed 
Twelve 
 
 THE PINE BRANCH 
the clothes in it and closed it. The apparition, burglar, thief, ghost, was evidently unafraid; he turned and walked directly past them. The two men stared aghast. The once-would-be detective stood stupified for a moment and then whispered to the detective that it would make a good dinner sory. 
And he waited until dinner the next day to tell Eliza beth, now bewailing the loss of her wedding veil, that she, walking in her sleep, had played burglar and stolen her own things. 
Mabel I. Powell '22. 
ThirUtn 
 
 iBUmmtg Hubblro 
 
They were seated flat on the floor, a little blue bowl of soapy mixture between them. Rompers, bare feet and soap bubbles. What more could one desire for complete 
 
happiness? 
 
, 
 
"Look Margery, see how high mine floats! ' Tilted 
 
far back in gleeful pride was the little head with hair pile 
 
old-woman like on top for coolness. "U-u-umph!" Margery was frantically attempting to 
conserve enough breath to finish the newest rainbow glob 
ule she was blowing--^O-h-h, yours can't beat mine she 
 
boasted. 
 
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Just then there came a cry of grief from hercompan- 
 
ion, "Margie, Margie! mine's busted, and it was so beaut- 
 
if ul!" "Don't matter, you can blow another," consoled Mar- 
ery, with a deeper knowedge than she realized. 
 
Sip nag of Qoattr 
 
"Anne, I don't like no more girls here but you, and 
 
you've been good to me. I uin t gonna fergit either Anne, 
 
not even when I'm a grown man." 
 
,. 
 
"B__But Joe." Anne was thinking of the many times 
 
he had helped her. Now he was going back to the orphan 
 
age to stay. 
 
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"Who'll help me with that old 'nthmetic? You wont 
 
stay always will you?" 
 
^ . T  .-4 
 
"When I'm a big grown man 111 come back, but 1 am t 
 
but fifteen now. Please don't fergit me Anne. 
 
Fourteen 
 
 Just then a voice called impatiently from the house, "Joe, hurry on with that milk, ye hear?" 
Joe turned and with a wistful look picked up the pail. " 'Bye Anne," he called back and started toward the house. 
Anne was a gay little girl of twelve who lived next door to Joe. They had played together and Joe had help ed her get her lessons. Now he was going. 
"Oh well," she thought, as she passed on down the lane, "he'll come back. If he doesn't I can have a nice time with James." 
L. B. 
ife SIhat 3b Hiar 
A group of small schoolboys slipped out of the dor mitory, past the night watchman, down to the railroad tracks. It was evident that they were up to some mis chief; their faces were blacked and they wore slouched hats and dirty overalls. They seemed well enough dis guised, nobody would recognize them. 
They followed along the main track for some distance and then finding the desired place, set to work greasing the rails for several hundred feet. During the operation one poor little fellow who had almost "backed out" express ed his secret thoughts. 
"What would `Prof say if he were to find this out?" he quavered. 
" Traid are you? Better go back home and go to bed in your ma's arms, little fraid cat." 
"You're right," put in a third, "We ain't got time for babies." 
"I'm not 'fraid" answered the first and he went thru with his part. 
Their work finished the boys slipped back in and to bed. 
Number three came speeding along and as the boys ex pected skidded and could not pass over the spot they had greased. With a muttered curse at the delay the engineer backed his train and went around on a sidetrack. At the station they gave in the report and search was made for the mischief makers. 
FifUtn 
 
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Again that night the boys passed down the tracks, queerly costumed and strangely silent. This time they were accompanied by a policeman and two professors. 
"Wish I was at home asleep in ma's arms," shivered the boy who had nearly lost courage. 
"You're a wise guy," remarked the boy who had made fun. 
L. H. 
(Ubp (Ipupfiltnu 
It was just a letter, tender, yearning, hopeful; a note hopefully triumphant, daringly longing. It was a thing to bum into the heart of any true maiden. But was she true? Was she sensitive to the real soul of the man? Could she in her coldness appreciate the worm love of the true man or was she so untouched by love that this whole some possession passed her by ? Ah! for the moment, as she read it, the great tenderness overpowered her and al most she was persuaded. To the note of longing her very being thrilled. Could he--could he be the one ? Dare she take the risk? Would she find this wrong? Was he the same as all? Doubt assailed her. 
Then did she answer it? Can you tell? I can't.. 
21b? JFatpft Simtr 
My hour had come! Slowly but surely those unre lenting hands pushed me forward. Horror froze the fran tic prayer on my lips. My heart stood still. Before me lay that dark and dreadful inquisition chamber, and behind those callous hands. There was no choice; I must go for ward^ Even now I felt the frightful fiend behind goading me on. One step forward I advanced into that chamber of horrors. What fate awaited me there I already knew. Somewhere from out that overpowering darkness some one would thrust and then! My blood ran cold! Them was a movement! Where would it strike me? Would it cleave my head or pierce my heart? Would my death be 
Sixteen 
 
 lingering or would--Oh! what would death mean? Cold drops of fear poured over me. Something desperately clutched my arm. I screamed! I struggled! Mon dieu! How I fought. I was held in a grip of iron. I was over powered. I ceased to struggle; my fate was sealed; the thing had me. The cold blade was passed down my arm whetting it into readiness. Then the point was tested on my soft skin. How could they wait? Let me die or let the agony cease. Quickly they whetted the blade again! And now--now, a last desperate prayer and its over! When would the serum take effect? 
--Apologies to Dr. Mashbum and the typhoid vacci nation. 
Seventeen 
 
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Owinc- to scarcity of literary workers and printers, you ^see, tmhe.'fj*. i "** _pLJulT 'itpw'rsfihrvaDvi!ffGbseten9Xfo6rcneodt ttloio combine the November and O^VowevIr Lme out as RrnnrVi The December issue will, however, come out > rSS nod will be more attractive than usual. We hope our supporters^ill not^ose faith in us for we are working under difficulties. 
 
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we do not bring them mft 77* f +u are without Weals but are for ou? #uidan^e en/^ useJhT; that's what they 
 
thoughts and Lw as school Sie W uhave these beautiful 
 
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Ninetten 
 
 The first day of a new year is the usual time to make resolutions, but it is not necessary to wait until that time before making new resolutions, and giving up bad habits already formed. Why is it not appropriate for all stud ents upon entering a new school career to make good resolutions and keep them during the year? Certainly it is just as proper for us to make good resolutions at the be ginning of our year as it is for business to make them at the beginning of a new calendar year. Believing that good resolutions are wise decisions and helpful to all students, we suggest these resolves: 
1. I will be happy. 2. I will adjust myself. 3. I will have a program. 4. I will improve my mind. 5. I will take care of my body. 6.| I will keep my conscience clear. 7. I will be loyal to my college. 8. I will be agreeable to my fellow students. 9*. I will not ibe a college slacker. 10. I will not be a confirmed kicker. 
--^Exchange 
The college magazine is a great invention, The college gets all the fame, The printer gets the money, And the staff gets all the blame. 
--Exchange 
Twenty 
 
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Y. W. C. A. Surprise 
 
'The Yh W? r SaUTq P-a^ 0f ^le counties- By whom 
 
iile rul ^ A* Social Committee. 
 
October1!?tlf $ eight-thirty o'clock on Saturday nighl 
 
S` G* ^ N* C- assembled on the lawn witl 
 
much enthusiasm. Every one brought a tiny parcel se curely tied up and a merry half hour of "swappLg" ensued 
 
thaTcZTtv h 
 
Eve!J 0M the bSS oneSTM 
 
in^fe 0 tJ"+uAft tJhe President gave the decision of th< judges and the guests had had refreshments the narti broke up, all declaring this the very best party ever 3 
 
On Halloween 
 
ewte^milewK urck gosts' etches, spooks and othei 
 
fSrs a^ te tr' f.masked' filed silently down the 
 
and mf fl16 dining room where a very amnginp 
 
law^anTfn^S8 h? d' The 
 
then Proceeded to the 
 
a hu^ dhT d-f un>g ar(iun<I a sparkling fire over which 
nii^e black witches pot of "pease porridee hot' ghSfwalk'whiVbf,*iiUng`j Ilext formed in line and the 
 
g ost walk which followed led the procession to West Hall the central hatotat of all weird individuals. On entering ing pop-corn an? rMhanded %r^aU paper bag contai^ 
 
thf 
 
cnd ? IolZ'pop- Vlslts were then made to 
 
telle? T?o faSp^ks,4.B ue Beard's room and the fortune 
 
teller. The second story was truly the Land of Terror 
 
where one heard very gruesome tales. Having descended 
 
and tSn aft6 SPKri-tS bobbed fr apples in a bain of water 
 
Sand^tSheen naftteUr,:tbaenitn]yg asbearnv<e,d0IMwdith cane^jturiec-eUinketinscr^unnSg 
 
Twenty-one 
 
 Seniors--To the Subs and Sophs 
On Saturday evening, September the twentieth, the Seniors entertained in honor of the Sub-Freshmen and Sophomores. The Subs were dressed in a way that em phasized the dignity they, as school teachers had assumed. 
The Sophs went wearing fool's caps and carrying their wisdom. The Seniors were there dressed as they did long years ago in their childhood days. After playing some childish games an impromptu program was carried out--each one taking part illustrating with speech or song, and dress, the thing for which she stood. Refreshments were served and the guests left promising to come and play again with theSeniors. 
The "A. A." 
Just watch what the Athletic Association is doing. By spring we will defy anybody to say that there is a more "fit" group of girls anywhere. 
Board Meeting 
We were very glad to have with us several members of the Board on September the third. Several interesting talks were given in chapel by visiting members, among whom were: Judge C. A. Ward, Jr., of Douglas, Senator H.H. Elders, of Reidsville, Hon. John D. Pope, of Albany and Hon. Dudley M. Hughes, of Danville. 
The Senior is wise, and the Freshie is green. Sophs are a gay, happy medium between. 
"The Twig of Thorn" 
The Dramatic Club will present the beautiful little Irish play "The Twig of Thom" just after Thanksgiving. No one should miss this as it will be especially well played. Those playing the leading parts are: Ruth Thomas as Oonah; Ona Zula Toole as Aengus; Ranme Griffin as Nessa; Eva Floyd as Aileel. 
Twenty-two 
 
 Sfeadjtttg Saga 
Into our faces comes the sun's bright rays 
Awake said they, for now is the time 
For Seniors to don their teaching ways 
Come and get in line For you're to teach today Seniors, 
You're to teach today. 
At six o'clock we surprised the school 
By dressing ourselves with unusual care 
We dress and redress our unruly hair 
For we're to teach today Seniors, We're to teach today. 
The bell peals; nothing can hold us now 
As martyrs to their doom, we silently go 
Into the room to begin, but how Oh my plans! I miss them so. (Now we're to teach today Seniors 
We're to teach today. 
Now we begin, what shall we do next' The minutes drag slowly by And bom of blank despair Comes a happy thought Why not resort to the age-old way, the text? ine lesson ends and we realize That we've our first lesson taught Now we've taught today Seniors 
Now we've taught today. 
A. Brown and A. C. Robinson '20 
Twenty-three 
 
 How Remarkable! 
Frances Dekle (in laboratory picking up very small vessel containing a pound of mercury) "Oh! Miss Craig, does'nt a pound of mercury weigh a lot!"" 
Miss Craig: "Yes, Miss Dekle, it weighs a pound! 
 
Plainly .Mistaken 
Mr. Bradley: "Miss Spier, what is `investiture'?" Emma: "Well-ah-er, its when a lord dies-" Mr Bradley: "No Miss Spier, that's death! 
 
Where Ignorance is Bliss 
 
New Girl: (during thunderstorm) "Oh!' What's 
 
that noise?" 
 
, 
 
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Another New Girl: "Why thats the rain blowing 
 
down the "wind" pipes!" 
 
Sophomore Wisdom 
 
J. Brown: "We certainly did have chaos at break 
 
fast this morning." 
 
, , 
 
J. Powell: "Why, I thought it was hash! 
 
It Is Queer 
 
Alma Kicklighter: "No one in my .family has red 
 
hair; can't see why I have it." 
 
,, . 
 
M. Powell: "Well that's nothing. Nobody m my 
 
family is lightheaded, but I am. 
 
Twenty-four 
 
 In Need of Science? inet "^SS ^roover  "Get a thermometer out of the cab- 
 
Susan Ansley: (getting one) "This isn't a ther mometer. It has "Science Department" on it." 
 
Senior Knowledge 
 
Mr Wood:' What do you mean by personality?" 
 
Annie Clem else has." 
 
"Its something you have that nobody 
 
As to Weddings Margaret B.: "I'll not send invitations if--" Hattie Lou R.j "Nor me either. Mine is private." 
Who? Satan? . fJf  Gallaher: Why have you not gotten around to tell about your sins sooner? Was old Satan behind you? 
Nannie Mann: "Er-er-no'm, Miss Gallaher, I didn't mean you were." 
Some Hot Miss Craig: "Miss Stockton, what is boiling point?" Kuth Stockton: "Why its when the water boils." 
A New Light on Mercury Freshman: "Miss Craig, what do you bum in this alcohol lamp, mercury?" 
Beware All Ye Seniors Luke McLuke says that the easiest things to slip on are dignity and ice. 
 
Twenty fn t 
 
 "Courting" My knees began to tremble, 
My hands began to shake, For there the court assembled 
And my rep was at the stake. My head was high, 
My hand was clenched, My time was nigh 
At the judgement bench. "One Who Knows" '21 
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