Volume VII LaGrange. Georgia, January, 1928 Number 3

Samuel C. Dobbs Accepts Post As

College Chairman Samuel C. Dobbs, Atlanta cap-

italist, announced Wednesday that he had accepted the chair- manship of the board of trustees of the LaGrange College. Mr. Dobbs was elected chairman of the board at a meeting held De- cember 9, and his acceptance of the place has been looked for- ward to with keen interest by the friends and patrons of this institution.

Mr. Dobbs is widely known in business circles and has mani- fested a keen intrest in higher education. He delivered the principal address at LaGrange college in May and made a splen- did impression on those who heard him.

Mrs. Dobbs is a former resi- dent of LaGrange and a graduate of LaGrange college. Before her marriage she was Miss Ruth Mixon, daughter of the late Dr. and Mrs. R. A. Mixon, who serv- ed for a number of years as pre- siding elder of the LaGrange dis- trict. Dr. Mixon was an out- standing figure in the North Georgia conference. Mrs. Dobbs is president of the LaGrange college alumnae association and has always taken an active in- terest in the advancement of educational work in LaGrange college.

The selection of Mr. Dobbs as chairman of the board of trus- tees is meeting with universal approval and under his leader- ship great advancement is pre- dicted for the venerable institu- tion.—LaGrange Graphic.

Miss Woods—New Voice Teacher

Atlanta Chapter of the L. C. Alumnae Give Reception for High

School Seniors The Atlanta auxiliary of the

LaGrange College Alumnae As- sociation entertained December 27, at the home of Mrs. Warren Candler on North Decatur Road, in honor of the Senior classes of the Atlanta high schools. Mrs. Samuel C. Dobbs, national presi- dent, Mrs. James B. Buchanan, president of the Atlanta auxil- iary, Mrs. Ridley, and Mrs. War- ren Candler were assisted in re- ceiving by students of the college and members of the Alumnae association.

Miss Deryl Manning and Miss Julia Marlin rendered a musical program after the singing of the college songs.

Mr. Thompson welcomed the guests.

Mrs. Ora M. Abbott, Miss Rosa Muller, and Miss Marguerite Cousins represented the faculty.

Mrs. Candler poured tea from the lovely silver service given her on her golden wedding anni- versary. The table and rooms were beautifully decorated with cut flowers.

Trip to Detroit

Noel French Club Program

The New Year has brought L. C. many joys and wonderful ad- vantages. One of the greatest of these is to have with us Miss Neewah Woods of Wilmington, N. C, as voice instructor. We feel that we are very fortunate to have Miss Woods as a mem- ber of our faculty and welcome her to our college.

Miss Woods attended for two years the Flora McDonald School at Red Springs, N. C. She has studied at the Peabody Conser- vatory of Music, Baltimore, Maryland for four years and un- der Aturo Papulardo in New York City, N. Y., for one year.

Miss Woods is a very enthus- iastic worker and already has made many plans for the spring term. She is greatly interested in the Glee Club and in all the activities of the college.

Miss Woods has said that she is pleased with the attitude and spirit of the student body and faculty of LaGrange College. She especially likes the L. C. family spirit and we hope that she will feel at home in our family circle and that her stay at L. C. will be a most pleasant one.

Le Cercle Francais helped to forward the Christmas spirit with its interesting Noel pro- gram at a meeting in the Pray- er Hall December 10, 1927.

At this time three new mem- bers, Mademoiselles Holbrook, Leslie and King, were initiated in the circle; Miss Ruth Hill of- ficiating.

The program: Song, Marsellaise—by le Cer-

cle. Song, BarcaroJJe—Misses Bre-

nan, Martin, Radford, R. Hill, Hall, Hunter, Wilcox, and M. Teasley.

Noel a Paris—Miss Steed. Solo—Miss Brenan. Conte de Noel—Miss Duncan. Song, Dans les Ambre de la

Neut—by le Cercle. After the program a social

hour was enjoyed by all during which games were played and re- freshments were served.

Seniors "And we're happy just because We believe in Santa Clause."

, Yes, we Seniors really do be- lieve in Santa Claus because be- sides all the other lovely things he brought us are our rings— our next-to-the-most-important- of-all rings. Wonder if there's any other Senior besides poor me who feels that this ring might perhaps be the Only im- portant ring?—Has everybody seen them? If not, it isnt' our fault cause we've done our best to show 'em off—

We hope everybody had a stocking-full of fun during Christmas—would like to tell you more about our class but my hand is tired—you see it's wear- ing a beautiful, brand-new, and kinda masculine-looking Senior class ring!

(Enjoyed by Delegates.) One very green, but trying to

seem sophisticated—girl stood in the center of the Terminal Sta- tion in Atlanta surrounded by one please-don't-rain hat box, an umbrella, and a half empty lunch box that had been wished upon her by a passerby. This was at 3 o'clock. Three hours later the same girl carrying (and drop- ping) the above articles joined a fellow companion, who as bewild- ered as she, followed a long stream of chattering college boys and girls to a train which was said to be bound for Detroit, Michigan.

I'll take the blame off the girl for I was the ignorant traveler. I didn't know anything about this Detroit except that I'd heard "Baby Lincolns" grew there on trees but I mounted the train steps quite excited. It was called the Royal Palm. I never saw the Palm but I found out why it was called royal; for I and those other folks who seemed to be going with me had a colored footman and butler who slept in the end seat where we could call him easily.

I got along fine. Never show- ed I was just "coming out" for the first time—to Michigan ex- cept I never understood why the folks laughed when 1 asked in the diner if they served prunes there and the man said "Certain- ly where would you like to sit?" or when the porter said he was putting in an electric switch and I said "I never did believe in cor- poral punishment." They laugh- ed I guess because they thought I was antiquarian in my views. Since so many Hickmen were getting away I guess its really good after all.

I didn't sleep much in that up- stairs coop but I don't guess you were supposed to anyway. I heard some of them went to sleep. I think that's what I heard. Sounded like a lumber camp.

There's one thing I noticed about the interior decoration. The green seats and red wood I thought was rather appropriate since it was Xmas. I guess thats why they call it a Special train. Our car was called "Laughing Water." That was rather inap- propriate I thought. Fact is I never saw any water—it was all cut off on account of cold—much less hear the laughing stuff.

Well, I told the folks as best I could what to do when they traveled. I never like to be sel- fish with all the knowledge I have on traveling abroad and all.

When we were nearly there the man took up about 5 feet of our passport and said the other conductor would get the rest when we started home. I don't guess he wanted to be selfish either. We got there. I told all those girls and boys not to mind I'd go first and show them the way. See they thought I'd been there a thousand times. I know they didn't even find out differ- ent.

We went to this hotel. I knew then how important I must be. These little bell boys came up and said "What bags?" I

From the Viewpoint of the Juniors

Juniors! Yes,., we are begin- ning to realize more and more what it means to be a Junior. After over two weeks of Christ- mas holidays filled with all the good things that only Christmas can bring, we are getting ready for examinations again. We are about to pass another half-mile post of our college career; and, as we approach another semes- ter, we are glad that we have four months in which to make stepping stones of our past mis- takes and to give our college the best that is within us. At the beginning of a new year, we, as Juniors, would pause and ask ourselves just what the La- Grange College ideal is and how we may help to uphold and ele- vate it. We feel that co-opera- tion is one of the most vital re- quisites to achieving success for our college and making the L. C. spirit felt. "College ideals be- come acutal only as they are em- bodied in the life of the student body." So we, as Juniors, "for- getting those things which are behind us and looking forward to those things which are before," want to give ourselves to the common purpose of the student body to make our college grow in power and influence.

The "Curtain Raisers" Present "Dulcy"

Freshman Notes The Freshmen are just over

the biggest thrill they've ever had—going home for Christmas for the first time. They are back with a fighting spirit and a determination to make good on their final exams, so they can be highly distinguished "Sophs" next year. They certainly must be cramming, for you hardly hear a word from them now.

knew they were exclaiming on that swell new one I was carry- ing—so I just said "Thanks, it is pretty isn't it?" and they laughed and I smiled back. Everybody was mighty agree- able I began to think. I didn't know my shoes were so slippery. Everybody must have thought they were new—the floor just slid out from under them—one of these black and White marble floors that look like a lenoleum advertisement in the Saturday Evening Post.

They took us to an elevator— I didn't bite because I'd seen that joke before. I got "stuck" in one of those N. Y. skyscraping shoots. I said—for them to take the boys and I'd walk around a bit. I walked at bit too, up to the 13th floor. Gee! but I was scard to be there but the man said "its lucky" and so I guess it was. We were up truly high. That's one time I would like to have been behind iron bars. I got that funny feeling you have when that man forgets to let that "shoot-in the wall" stop.

I could tell you lots more things. I sometimes think I'll help Emily Post and some of those guys with their books. They dont' put near enough in about traveling.

Can a wife be an aid to her husband by mixing business an'd social life? This was the inter- esting problem of modern times presented in "Dulcy," a comedy in three acts given in the col- lege auditorium, Tuesday even- ing, December 12, 1927, by the "Curtain Raisers" under the di- rection of Miss Marguerite Cou- sins. Wonderful skill was dis- played by the members in their well cast roles.

Evelyn Powell played the part of Dulcy with the natural ease and grace of a professional. In fact she was so charming that her poor husband, Gordon Smith, well portrayed by Frances Doughman, found it mighty hard to rebuke her when she so often sweetly blundered for his sake.

Claire Hill was quite hand- some as Dulcy's brother, William Parker, who delighted as well as surprised the., audience when (s)he suddenly eloped with the lovely, coy, Angela Forbes, bet- ter known as Wilma Coleman.

Lois Parker was excellent in the role of the wealthy C. Roger Forbes, hating all the modern diversions and suffering tor- tures, during a week-end party, because Dulcy innocently plans the wrong amusements for his entertainment. Lura Lifsey was unusually attractive as the young wife of Forbes and the step-mother of Angela.

Then there was Elizabeth Hal- liday, as the romatic musician, Schuyler Van Dyck, who sad to say was "lacking in the upper story;" Eva Claire Stafford, as Blair Patterson, his tactful young cousin who looks after Van Dyck; Mildred Stipe as Tom Sterrett, the energetic, business- like advertising engineer; Sara Thompson as Vincent Leach, Scenarist and incidentally an ac- complished love-maker; and Ger- trude Mitchell as Henry, the sus- picious butler.

After much excitement and many mix-ups, happiness comes to all who deserve it and Dulcy promises to never again meddle with Gordon's business.—But af- ter all her mistakes she had reak ly put him on the road to success.

Then should a woman leave her husband's business alone? It is hard to say after seeing Dulcy!

English Club

The English club held its reg- ular meeting in the Prayer Hall on Monday afternoon, December 12, at 5 o'clock.

The following program was en- joyed:

The Theatre Today—Grace Gardner.

Solo—Elizabeth Dozier.

Augustus Thomas: The English Club.

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As we stand at the beginning of another New Year season, when joy and peace and good will fill all the air, we are ready to begin this year with renewed determination to go forward and to do our best at work and play.

While the Old Year goesout and the New Year comes we are resolved that no bitter thoughts, complaints, seeds of discord, nor ill-will, shall go with us into the days of the new year. Nothing petty or undignified will mar our plans and work of this year. We shall be inhospitable toward that which tends to harm or lower the standing of L. C, and aggres- sively co-operate with all things which help and raises our Alma Mater.

Of course each girl on the "Hill" knows that 1928 is Leap Year, for she has been patiently waiting for the years to pass and bring another one when she can go out a»d boldly seek her a man.

To help the girls in their mad struggle to catch a husband dur- ing this year the good old cal- ender has an extra day. Then please notice that besides the numerous holidays, January 13th, April 13th, and July 13th, come on Friday.

In proposing to THE man and when you have used every per- suasion of which you can think remind him to think of the ex- emption married men get on their Income Tax.

Young men need to be warned for each girl on the college "Hill" has already picked her a man on whom to practice. In fact, I hear that some have been prac- ticing every day since January 1st. Therefore, be prepared or keep in seclusion until the ring- ing of the bells remind you that you are safe once more from the clutches of any of the fair sex.

This year 1928 which can be divided by four is the lucky one for many. You may leap before you look or look before you leap but girls, and all, now is your op- portunity—Good luck to you!

Begin By Angelo Patri

The world is filled with ardent people dreaming of great deeds to be done. Days pass, and the dreamers stand still—wishing, longing, fretting.

"If only I had your great fac- tory," said one of them, "what couldn't I do!" The famous man smiled. He was thinking of his first work, carried on in the blacksmith's shed at the edge of a village common. "The way to

THE SCROLL January, 1928 begin is to begin, my son," said he. "Just begin."

You why dream of the great things to come, why don't you commence? Why do you wait for the campaign, the posters, the meetings, the inlluential names, the backing? Why must you float on rivers of ink ? must you start where the toilers left off? Begin!

The people who do things that really matter do not wait for help. With their bare hands

land an idea, they start out, and hands are stretched toward them in blessing and benediction and friendly hearts rally to their sup- port.

Martha Berry started her school for the neglected children of the Georgia mountains in a wrecked log cabin, with two scared children. Lillian Wald be- gan her Henry Street Settle- ment in a tiny flat in the tene- ment-house district, scrubbing the floors and tending the sick with her own hands. Dr. Gren- fell went to the suffering people in Labordor without money or influence—just his wonderful ministering hands and an idea. They commenced.

The difference between the folk who do, and those who dream wistfully of what they will do, is not a difference of op- portunity. It is a difference of spirit. The doers are fired with a determination that nothing car ottggor: '.hey are imbiu-d vvith a faith that nothing can shake. They take their first steps alone and, as they believe, unaided.

But he who starts out to ac- complish his destined end is never alone. Out in the silence there are thousands waiting for the voice of their leader, for the first sign that here is one who sets out to blaze a new trial, a straight and narrow road that leads to his goal. Begin!

Write out the first page of the book that is to make the way easier. Get out on the cor- ner and make the first speech of a campaign that is to open closed eyes to a nobler vision. Start the new shop in the corner of the old shed; begin the ex- periment out in the back kitchen. Begin!

The great joy of the thing lies in the beginning. The thrill comes each morning when you start the day with empty hands and the blazing idea, and noth- ing between you and the end of all things but your faith and courage. Begin!

Pin a gay cockade on your plumed helmet; fly your colors from your shining lance; mount your Pegasus and charge the heights. "The gods send threads to a web begun." Begin!— Copied.

Fruit—and Italy It was a sultry afternoon in

late September and the air seem- ed changed with the threaten- ing storm. The dark rainclouds hung low and the distant thun- der echoed through the dark grey curtain, like the distant monotone of some far-off giant. The large city seemed cowering before the approching storm and the swiftly moving people seem- ed to be the spirit of the city, hurrying to shelter.

A fruit stand, situated almost on the sidewalk, displayed its wares in tempting array. Huge uncut bunches of grapes hung from the carts and the bananas, oranges, and other fruits added splaches of color to the dark in- terior. An enormous tempting- ly arranged basket had been placed on a table outside the stand and the lovely purple and

green of th tight-skinned grapes blended with the yellow and orange of pears, bananas, and tangerines. The basket handle was tied with a large bow of* green crepe paper, which waved too and fro as the streamers from the electric fan passed it.

The stream of people flowed by and -Mrs. Michael Solomon began to be worried. They seem- ed in such a hurry and the fruit of her stand did not attract them as they passed, hurrying home. She was a very picture of old Italy, as she stood there her arms a kimbo. Her ample form flamed through the folds of a dirty red calico dress and her greying hair was screwed into a tight knot on the back of her head. Her little sharp eyes blinked nervously, as she thought of the grumpy, sick-a- bed husband at home, who would demand the day's earnings the moment she entered the house. Her meditations were rudely broken, as a stealthy movement to her left reached her eyes. Turning, she had only time to see the huge green bow vanish and the stooped figure of a man disappear in the pushing throng.

Mrs. Solomen stood for a mo- ment paralyzed, her hands clasp- ed tightly under her chin and her black eyes popped, as she tried to grasp what had hap- pened. Her first impulse was to scream and that she did with a will. She clinched her fists, shut her eyes, opened her mouth and began. Those passersby who were so nervous as to be disturbed by such a noise, jump- ed several feet, in proportion to their nervousness. Others cast inquiring eyes in her direction and a kindly man stepped up and in an anxious manner ask- ed: "Is it a doctor or a police- man you wanted, ma'am?" Such a flow of vehement language greeted him, in answer, that the poor man was fairly dazed, though finally with the aid of much gesturing and hand talk- ing, the old lady explained the cause of her woe. Having sent one man to find a policeman, three others in pursuit of the thief, she succumbed to a woeful bewailing of her troubles. She al- ternately wrung her hands, pushed her stringy hair out of her eyes, and proclaimed that "Michael had paid twenty dollars for date baskit and vot was in it" and that "'twas bigger than eny she'd ever seen b'fore!" She paced up and down the small store and talked to anyone who would listen, until her shrill voice if possible, became more thin and squeaky than ever.

The calling out of dire threats on the head of the unfortunate thief, were punctuated, now and then, by frequent rushes to the sidewalk for the purpose of look- ing for the thief whom she vow- ed should be returned to her.

Some half an hour later, the! long-impending storm broke and in all its fury beat down on the| buildings and streets of the city.

The water ran in small rivers down the sidewalks and blew in! at the door of the small fruit j stand. Mrs. Solomon, with her fear of storms and especially of lightening crouched in one cor- ner on a small stool. The storm raged outside and inside Mrs. Solomon's mind had suddenly de-j cided to work. She stood up abruptly, and speaking to the empty darkness and friendly rain she said, "Saint Mary, I, fordot! Michael say dem fruits; vas 'card-bode'!"

—Dorothy Neal.

Uncle John, Knight of the Street Sweepers

League Do any of you know Uncle

John? If you do you know an old man, black as a moonless night, wrinkled as an old gnome, kind as a saint, and carefree as his prototype of ante bellum days.

Uncle John sweeps Broad street. His work begins at six and ends at five. His merry whistle and gay "bellas" are heard before we are out of bed.

The children on Broad street follow him with delight, calling for stories, the weirdness of which would frighten their mothers. When a little finger picks up a splinter, the owner of the finger runs to Uncle John. It seems that he can extract it without very much pain. How wrinkly and funny his old face looks while performing the op- eration !

Uncle John knows each citi- zen's business better than the citizen himself. "Where did Mr. Jones go, Uncle John?" a wife would ask.

"He's done gone 'from hyah intendin' up town. He lef 'bout a hour ago. Looked like he's in a hurry."

About every two hours Uncle John feels compiled to stop and rest, whether from fatigue or desire to exchange juicy pieces of gossip with a passing crony. He leans upon his hoe, survey- ing the sky for rain-signs, looks leisurely about him, then sinks slowly to the curb, where he sits for two hours, learning scraps of news, giving prideful advice, and singing softly to himself, his voice, though old, full of expres- sion.

Uncle John is very religious at times. These times usually come late in the afternoon. If you happen to meet him then, he will quote scripture (it gets quite mixed occasionally). He is adept at miniature sermons. In church, it is reported, that he prays very long prayers and real- ly "shouts" in "Big Meetin'," in a mild way.

One of the best of Uncle John's characteristics is that he is very optimistic. Anyone, even in deep sorrow, would be cheered by the old street-sweep- er's grin. A kind word here, a spicy greeting there, a smile of broad expanse have cheered many a person who happened to pass by Uncle John's way.

—Carolyn Hairston.

Can You Name This Story?

backward wave to the solitary child entering her own room.

It was a typical country school in a typical southern town, taught by the average country school mistresses and attended by the average country chil- dren. Only the lad and his sister were "outsiders." Their father, Mr. Banks, had estab- lished a temporary residence in the village during the late sum- mer, and with the opening of school had entered his children, Danny and Sue. Danny became an immediate leader among the children, while Sue was accepted as inevitable, as she was always as near the beloved Danny as possible glowing at his praises and achievements. The girl, Mary, was also a constant com- panion, and finally the three were accepted by the community as inseparable.

Tragedy soon appeared, for Mr. Banks had established his business in the city and return- ed for the children. With vows of undying affection, the sep- arations were made. Were these vows to be kept?

Frequent letters between Mary and Danny were exchang- ed for several years. Then Mary's letters ceased to come, at the time both were entering the adolescent stage of life. Poor Danny, as foilorn as a hopeless lover, tied up his letters and put them away, keeping close, how- ever, the one treasured picture of his possession.

Several years passed, with no news of the former playmate. One day, in an indicrect manner, Sue learned of the death of Mary's father, and the plans of her mother to come to the city. With anxious heart she saw the light of joy and expectancy flame in Danny's face at the news, but she gaily entered into plans of finding the old friend and taking her into their group of acquaintances. But the prob- lem was too great for immediate solution, and the how of finding Mary and her mother was a much debated question, until Sue chanced upon a sudden clue. With eyes flashing, she ran to tell Danny her one brilliant idea. Would this plan work, and would Danny receive it as worthy pos- sible solution?

(The Quill Drivers are pub- lishing a continued story in the following issues of the "Scroll" and to the person who submits the best name a prize, which has not yet been determined, will be given. Read every issue and then submit your name to Mary Teas- ley, editor in chief.)

Side by side, down the dusty, winding lane trudged two chil- dren with swinging books, one a darkhaired, black-eyed lad of slight frame suggestive of frail- ty, and the other a rosy, sturdy girl. With measured steps they turned into the school yard, chatting happily together, ignor- ing entirely the little girl trot- ting immediately behind them. She was evidently the sister of the boy, who early in life was learning the art of gracefully becoming second in the atten- tion of an adored masculine be- ing designated "Brother." To- gether the first two turned into the same classroom after a hasty'

Life i •

(A Literary Curiosity) Mrs. H. A. Deming

Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour?—Young.

Life's a short summer—man is but a flower.—Dr. Johnson.

By turns we catch the fatal breath and die.—Pope.

The cradle and the tomb, alas! how nigh.—Prior.

To be is better far than not to be,—Sewell.

Though all man's life may see a tragdy;—Spencer.

But light cares spead when mighty griefs are dumb.—Dan- iel.

The bottom is but shallow whence thy come.—Sir Walter Raleigh.

Thy fate is the common fate of all;—Longfellow.

Unmingled joys here no man befall;—Southwell.

Nature to each allots his prop- er sphere.—Congreve.

Fortune makes folly her pecu- liar care.—Churchill.

Custom does not reason over- rule,—Rochester.

And throw a cruel sunshine on a fool.—Armstrong.

Live well; how long or short permit to Heaven.—Milton.

They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.—Bailey. ■ «

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Alumnae Notes Elmira F. Grogan lias written

another article which appeared in the Christmas Bookman, "Il- lustrated by Arthur Rackham —." It is an article on the man as an illustrator of books. Miss Grogan says in order to know Rackham best, "one must haunt the peaceful children's room of the public library where grey bearded old men sit solemnly on the small chairs and read—Ar- thur Rackham editions, too, probably. Rackham managed by some magic to keep throughout his life the eyes of infancy, and with his adult hand he puts down for us the heaven that lay about us then."

"All the terms that drown the name of Barrie rain at the first mention, of Rackham—wistful whimsical, fantastic."

Miss Grogan attributes Rack- ham's charm to three things— the loveliness of his women; the presence of some detail, some background, of the grotesque; and the fact that between the artist and the animals he por- trays there is a subtle under- standing. "For his perfect un- derstanding of the three, man, elf, and animal, nothing has suit- ed, Rockham better than 'A Mid- summer Night's Dream'."

I think Miss Grogan has caught something of Rockham's peculiar charm in this descrip- tion of his drawings. Her lan- guage creates an atmosphere of fairies and gromes, a feeling of the unreal. It is an interesting article, delightfully written, and one- that makes enjoyable read- ing.

Miss Lura Frances Johnson of the class of '22, has accepted a position in the high school at Thomaston, Ga.

Miss Amanda Glenn is taking work for her Master's Degree at the University of Georgia.

Miss Grace Hale of the class of '24 is teaching at Toccoa, Georgia.

Miss Sue Craft of the class of '25 is teaching at Falcon, N. C.

Miss Manita Elliott of the class of '25 is the member of the faculty at Mt. Zion, Ga.

Miss Rachel Beard is teaching mathematics in the Douglasville High School.

Sophomore Article

While we were dreaming San- ta Claus was wonderful and left some nice things. We all be- lieve in Santa Claus, now, and hope that he was good to every- body.

Exams

The Sophomores are awake! And everyone of them took part in a giddy giddy gab session the other day and the queer part of it all was that everyone had just been awakened from a dream. They set about to tell each other their dreams. It must have been a time for dreams, sweet dreams —for every one present had dreamed of being at "Home Sweet Home." Of such pleasant dreams I have never heard.

Clarence brought Mildred | Stipe back to school—so the dream went—and when he said goodbye—she woke up right there. Her dream had come to an end and now—oh dear me! I guess she dreams about "Him" from ten o'clock p. m. until sev- en twenty-nine a. m.

Martha McDaniel dreamed that she went home for good and that she was going to be with Quinn all this time the rest of us are studying for exams. She woke up too, though and found herself on the Hill. We were just "kinda" glad her dream didn't come true.

"Beau" wasn't the only beau dreamed of. Rollicking, glorious days and dates were dreamed of. But the dreams were short sweet dreams and we all awoke too soon to find ourselves again on dear old L. C. Hill.

(With Apologies to No One.) My deai', can you realize it?

Exams are a mere two weeks in the distance and "Tempus fugit" and all that kind of silly rot. What I mean to say is it won't be long now and I am acturally pet- rified with fright. Can you bear it? My head is just like a vacu- um, if you know what I mean, ab- solutely null and void. Can you feature the profs even expecting us to know anything after these | hectic three weeks of yuletide festivities ?

Oh, I just get all hot and both- ered thinking about it! I simply can't understand why exams are necessary any how, can you, my dear? They sort of appear to me like a guessing game between the prof and studes with the stude pulling the heavy end. The prof scratches his bald head and finally with a wicked laugh de- cides here's one even Tealy can't answer. He pops it to the class and they all laugh and laugh and say, "I'll bite! Now ask us an- other." The prof smiles broadly and the game is on. And "the end of it's sitting and thinking" —if possible. Of course I don't mean exams are actually like that, but honest, dear, don't you get all a bib and tucker when you enter across the threshold of the exam room? A kind of "Bluebeard's wives" feeling?

But I simply heard the most marvelous advice the other day and I'm seriously thinking of adopting it. A certain person said that if you studied all along exams wouldn't be so hard. Isn't that the most original statement and so practical! But, I didn't decide to adopt it until yesterday and what shall I do now? I'm fairly seething with excitement? I'm not insinuating anything, but I've heard that history re- peats itself—and I think I'll be taking it again next year.

Campus Gossip Dear Readers, it's the Same ole' after X'mas , Story—but—before I begin that 'sob- Stuff" I want to Wish everyone of You a Happy, Healthy, and Success- Ful New Year! (And I want the same Myself). But as I started to say Everybody's trying To make everybody Else think that she Is unhappy. Why They've even threatened To say that there Isn't a Santa Claus. Yes, everybody is Just that desperate And all 'cause—well, I wont tell you yet But the only person That has confessed Happiness lately is

A man I read about. This man seemed to Be the man in a Thousand who had Achieved perfect Hap- Piness. A man visit- ing him one day Asked him if he Had no unfulfilled Desire and he answer- Ed readily. "What More could I want?? I am rated high in The millions. I have Achieved fame in my Profession. I am Young. I have Love! I am happy—com- pletely happy!" The Man then questioned Him again asking Him if there wasn't Some thing that had Been denied him. He Again said "Absolutely Nothing!" The visitor Then said, "I thought Perhaps you would like A little tobacco." The Other man pondered And then answered, "Yes, that would be Nice." The visitor Gave him some. They do not furnish Tobacco in the Insane asylum! Now, that's about the Only person who has Confessed happiness lately But honest, Readers, These girls here are happy They just think they Arent' because Exam Schedule was posted The other day! Hope you Are happy.

Yours, IMA BUTTERFLY.

LIFE (Continued from page 2.)

Sin may be clasped so close we cannot see its face.—French.

Vile intercourse where virtue has no place;—Somerville.

Then keep each passion down, however dear,—Thompson.

Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.—Byron.

Her sensual snares left faith- ful pleasure lay.—Smallet.

With craft and skill to ruin and betray;—Crabbe.

Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to rise;—Missinger.

We masters grow of all that we despise.—Crowley.

Oh, then, renounce that im- pious self-esteem.—Beattie.

Riches have wings and gran- deur is a dream.—Cowper.

Think not ambition wise be- cause 'tis brave,—Sir Wm. Dav- enant.

The paths of glory lead, but to the grave,—Gray.

What is ambition? Tis a glorious cheat,—Willis.

Only destructive to the brave and great.—Addison.

The way to bliss lies not on beds of down.—Francis Quarles.

How long we live, not years, but actions tell;—Watkins.

(A year was occupied in searching for and fitting the lives in this remarkable mosaic from English and America poets.)—Copied.

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"Red": "If you could join the service, what branch would you take up?"

"Cat": "I'd go into the avia- tion branch."

"Red": "Why go into that?" "Cat": "Well, when I got tired,

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Lily: "What would you do if you could play the piano like I can?"

Mary: "I'd take lessons."

Misses Hill and Barret have returned from the conference at Detroit. They will give a report soon—the part that they haven't already given, such as personal experiences.

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Little Winifred (visiting the studio): "What are you painting, Miss Black?"

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Miss Hallie: "Very good' I call my nine o'clock Vergil class the poney express."

The main trouble with colleges in America is that professors don't recognize ability and the students don't possess it."—N. Y. Medley.

As for poor papa, Xmas marks the spot where body was found. —College Humor.

Hill Top-ics Bills were the New Year

Greetings which the college girls received January 3, 1928.

If you will start your work each day with bright and cherry smile.

And sing a song along the way, you'll find that life's worth while;

But if you start your work each day with ne'er a smile or song,

I know you'll find e'er day is o'er that things will all go wrong.

The world e'er loves a smiler, but a frowner's out of style,

So, if a frown's upon your brow, replace it with a smile;

Just wear a smile and sing with joy along your life's long way.

Whate'er befalls don't lose your smile—I'm sure it ne'er will pay.—Ex |

The Boston University News of November 15 brought out a special Football and Recreation Field Issue. This issue had a very artistic cover-sheet giving beautiful views of the campus and five of the football players in action. The issue was quite unique and original in design and very attractive.

Willie: "Say, Pop, did you go to Sunday school when you were a boy?"

Father: "Yes, son, regularly. Never missed a Sunday.

Willie: "Well, I'll bet it won't do me any good either."—Blue Stocking.

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Mr. Newlywed (talking to himself afterward)—H'm that's going some, paying for the bait and hook you got caught on.— The Twig.

"An optimist is a guy who starts out to train a troupe of Mexican jumping beans to do the high hurdles." — The Florida Flambeau.

Newsboy: "Extra, extra pa- per!"

Mr. Derden: "All right, if you have an extra one, I'll take it. Thanks."—The Reinhardt Mil- tonian.

"A Happy New Year and all the successes that Leap Year brings if necessary," was the thought expressed by a teacher upon meeting her first class.

A certain town is so collegiate that a girl won't speak to you if you wear a hat.—Blue Gator.

January 3, 1928—The Hilltop resounded with laughter and ex- citement for the first time since December 16, 1927.

Another step toward the goal —graduation—was made by the Seniors with the arrival of their rings.

Exams begin January 18th.

One Freshman's door had the "Busy" sign posted on it all dur- ing the holidays.

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The sad-looking man at the corner table had been waiting a very long time for his order. At last a waiter approached and said:

"Your fish will be coming any minute now, sir."

"Oh, yes," said the sad man, looking interested. "And what bait are you using?"—The Blue Stocking.

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