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White, Anita
White, Dorothy
Whitfield, Ruth
Whitley, Lena
Wiggins, Elizabeth
Williams, Oma
Williams, Margaret
Wilson, Sadie
Wilson, Ruth
fWooTEN, Lillian Dillon
Warkman, Sallie
Worsley, Hazel
Wright, Marian


Yarborough, Ada

Miss Eva Campbell
Miss Phoebe Gaylord
Miss Lula Smith
Miss Henrietta Langrier
Miss Edieth Blaine
Miss Mary Mendenhall
Miss Evelyn Walen

fCharter members.

Honorary Members

Dr. A. P. Kephart

Dr. J. H. Cook

Miss Ruth Fitzgerald

Miss Nellie Walker

Miss Mary L. Sherrill

Miss Florence Eckert

Miss Caroline P. B. Scoch

Miss Blanche Shaffer
Miss Florence Fercuson
Miss Helen Mayer
Mr. C. M. Vanstory
Mr. Wharton
Mrs. Chas. L. Vannoppen
Mr. J. E. Latham

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Charter Dikeans

Rebecca Cushinc
McBride Alexander
Camille Campbell
Marjorie Craic
Adelaide Van Noppen
Edith Russell
Margaret George
Elizabeth Roundtree
Caroline Goforth
Willard Goforth

Elsie Yarborough
Margaret Lawrence
Marguerite Jenkins
Isabelle Ardrey
Rouss Hayes
Lena Kernodle
Lillian D. Wooten
Vera Paschal
Lula Martin McIver
Evangeline Brown

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Charlie Mae Cridlebauch
Elizabeth O. Smith


Marjorie Mendenhall
Ruth Vick

Query; Resolved, Thai Congress Should Enact a Law Further Restricting Immigr
Won by the Affirmative.

The three societies hold annually a series of debates, one taking place at Thanksgiving, the olhe
Easter. Last fall Adelphians contested with Cornelians. At Easter the Dikeans meet the win

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Glee Club

Hattie Wilson

Norma Holden, Manai
Clarissa Abernethy
Vera Keech
Elizabeth Foust
Sanford Thomas
Anna Rector
Sarah Poole
May Washburn
Margaret Hollister
Esther Holden
Lila Ward Koonce
Lula Martin McIver

Elizabeth Jones, Manager
Acnes Cannady
Zue Ray
Agusta Sapp
Annie Cummings
Dorothy Bardwell

Elma Crutchfield
Lillian D. Wooten
Abigail Roan
Eunice McAdams
Carrie Bell Ross
Lavinia Powell
Mabel Robinson
Mabel Stamper
Olive Chandley

Sara Harrison, Mana
Grace Forney
Marie Davenport
Virginia Postles
Allie Hill Boney
Hattie Wilson
Matilda Lattimore
Sara White

Hattie Wilson, Man
Gladys Newman
Elizabeth Holton

. . Chief Manager

Lillie Mai George, Mane
Annie Mae Pharr
Gladys Newman
Helen Ferree
Marguerite Jenkins
Frances Brooks
Janie Beatty
Louise Kornecay
Margaret Whittington
Mollie Matheson
Elizabeth Batts
Mamie Speas
Satie Hunt
Sadie Walker
Susie West
Mary Wooten
Julia Cherry

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Red Cross Officers

Nelle Harry Chairman

Elizabeth Black Vice-Chairman

Willie Lou Jordan Secretai}/

Ruth Allison .... Treasurer

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Florence Miller .... Editor-in-Chief

Lydia Farmer Assistant EJitoi

Anne Fulton Assistant Editor

Joscelyn McDowell . . Assistant Editor

Marie Kinard Assistant Editor

Emmeline Goforth Art Editor

Business Managers

Willie John Medlock Chief

Hattie Wilson .... Assistant Martha Bradley . . . As

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month, Oclober to June, by a Board of Editors elected from the Adelphian, Cornell*
and Dikean Literary Societies.
Terms: $1.00 per year, in advance. Single copy, 15 cents.

Board of Editors

Chief: Kathryn Willis, '20, Adelphian

Adelphian Dikean

Mary Winn Abernathy, '20 Margaret Lawrence, '20
Marie Richards, '20 Miriam Goodwin, '22

Business Managers
Lucile Leroy, Chief Abicail Roan. As.


Carrie Tabor, '20
Mary Blair, 71


Cornelian gives music to my name.
O nwarc l pushing always the same.
f\ugged sometimes is my path —
J\ gives me all she hath,
J_)oing always her helpful part;
[j'.kean adds youth and art,
I mplying fame.


K. Willis, 70, Adelphian

Oh, the joy of just a-Iiving —

Just a-taking. lending, giving —

Just the rolling, rollicking way of it,

The beauty of day of it,

Mellowed by hearts throbbing, aching.

Over each new undertaking;

Then the exclusion of every care

By laughter, music, words or prayer.

The Wee Cross

Kathryn Willis, 70, Adelphi;



I am auld, sae auld.

My years would number mony,
But I had a lad who wore the plaid.

And he was brave and bonny.

He lies on a lone, black hill lop

Where the cauld wind blaws and bla

And my heart's laid bare and buried thei
And the wind — it gnaws and gnaws.

But the simmer time will come.
When the blithe birdies sing.

When the flowers will bloom and banish
Of ilka livin' thing.


And he was strong, sae strong.

There's a wee bit o' crosi

He crossed the rollin' sea;

That's sma' sae sma' 1

For he thought il right to go and fight —

But God o'erhead will he

And he ne'er came back to me.

That's a' in a' to me.


The Weavers

;OMEWHERE in the Garden of Dreams, a place of drowsy murmurs and drifting
perfumes, among hills that roll ridge upon ridge like the waves of a great sea until
they are lost in the pale blue of the sky, is the Castle of the Great Beyond. Like a
pearl in its soft luster, the castle stands in a setting of emerald, a setting of trees;
weeping willows like silver fountains; many branched elms like gold-green candlesticks;
white birches like the rays of the sun. There it is, silent save for the soft tread of many feet and the
sea-like murmur of the trees.

Always one could see there the shadows of men, moving back and forth, for the lord of the castle
is the "All-Father," and his children are without number.

From his castle every day the "All-Father" sends some of his children down to the Land of Men,
where they must learn by experience how to rule in his many mansions. Before they can come back,
however, each one must weave his own Garment of Life, by which he will be known on his return,
and, in accordance with the manner of weaving, will be either accepted or turned away at the Gates
of Eternity. To each one when leaving is given a loom and a ball of thread, Time, uncolored, but to
be dyed according to the will of the weaver.

Thus one day two souls set out from the Garden and entered the Realm of Man. Together they
began to weave, and always, wherever they went, their paths ran side by side. Gradually, however, a
feeling of restraint grew between the two. When the world was locked in the icy grasp of Winter the
soul of one felt only the chilly breath of the Frost Monarch, but the other saw the diamond glint of the
snow. With the coming of the Spring Maid, the one saw the damp mists, while the other gloried in the
new greenness of things. Summer was a time of grumbling for one, while for the o'.her it changed the
sands into molten gold and painted the country sides brilliant with color. One hated autumn because
of its forebodings of winter, yet the other loved it because of the gay dress of the trees and the crisp
tang of the air.

And, strange to say, as the dispositions of the two diverged so widely, the patterns on their looms
began to differ in hue and texture. Of him who saw only darkness, the pattern had become discordant
and dull in shades; black where there had been a black thought on a gloomy day; sickly yellow for
an envious desire; gray for discontentment; violent red for hours wrongly spent; drab for wasted time.
The weaving as well had become loose and careless, as the weaver, always hoping to forget the ugliness
of the past, wove faster and faster, straining at the thread, until one day the tension became too forced
and the cord snapped before the garment was finished. Frightened and dismayed, the owner took the
garment to the Gates of Eternity, which open into the Garden of Dreams, and sent it in to his father.
The gatekeeper soon came back, returned to him the garment, and spoke to him thus:

"Get thee to yon hut in the wilderness, for so thy father ordereth, saying that thy tapestry is a
failure, and thou hast wasted time, a crime unpardonable. He deems thee unworthy to rule in his

All this time, however, she who had ever seen the beautiful had from day to day been carefully
weaving her thread into a pattern of wonderful beauty. It had the sapphire born from the sky and
sea; the topaz from the golden sands; ruby from a deed bravely done; white from the glitter of the
sun on the snows; amethyst from the violets of spring; opal shades from the flames of rainbow fancies
and dreams that lived but for the space of a thought, then passed away. All these she wove, and more,
as carefully she put each thread in its proper place. Until one day the thread gave out and the garment
was ready to be taken to her lord. Timidly, yet hopefully, she went, and with loving hands spread out
the garment before the keeper that he might lake it to his master. After one glance, however, the
guardian of the gates took her by the hand, led her through the gateway, and, pointing to the garden,
said: "Daughter, go lake thy abode in the Mansion of Love, for thou hast embroidered the tapestry
of thy life with lovely thoughts, and truly hast thou lived."

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We Ain't Worthy

HERE are some scenes too pathetic to describe, for the human heart can
not stand the repetition of a story which has once brought tears to the eyes.
It is with great trepidation that, even after six months, one musters up
courage to give an account of an incident which transpired last November
near our college.

Late one afternoon there were seen going across the college campus five threadbare,
hungry-looking figures — the sight of which could not but have touched the hardest heart
that beats. Of course, we all wanted to know who they were, and what they were
doing, so after much earnest inquiry we learned that they were the Hostettors, a poor
family living at Pomona in privation and misery. In their tattered clothes, going from
house to house begging, they were a picture which no one could forget. The poor
mother was almost dead with palsy; one daughter was a deaf mute; another was a
little lame consumptive ; and the poor blind grandmother, ninety years old, was enough
to bring tears to anyone's eyes when one saw her groping her way, guided by a tottering
boy of six years.

As they went on their pitiful mission, they went to the back door of each house and
with all humility asked whoever met them to read a note, saying: "Hit speaks for
itself." The note read:

"Can you turn a deaf ere to the pitiful call of a lowly brother? We are in need
of help from such as you. If you has ever felt the crule fangs of hunger you will no
that you will be givin to a worthy caws if you give us a bite. A morsel that you will
never need is all we ask. Thank you!"

Though they were invited to come in to the fire, their heart-rending answer was
always, "We ain't worthy." Could anything be more pathetic than to see human spirits
so crushed by poverty and suffering as this? Or if they were given something to eat,
even a dry biscuit, their rratitude was so deep and sincere that the donor could not but
see the true meaning of "It is more blessed to give than to receive."

As an illustration of their heartfelt gratitude, and an insight into the true character
of these people, we quote in full a letter which we chanced to find several days later.
It was written to someone who had given them some fruit cake, and it read as follows:

"Dere Mr. and Miss Foust: We think you are very kind, good hearted folks to
help us pore starving people that piece of cake you gave us was the first mouthful weed
had in nie onto 2 days we live out at permoner but we haint been living there long enuff
to git work yet. I reckin you noticed little hirams tooth being knocked out, that was
where some mean boys rocked him and nocked it out when he was down town selling
papers. He was trying to hope serport the family and we think that it was mighty ugly
in them boys to treat hiram that way. Mr. Foust we no you are a fine man and we
wish you all would have the boys put in the lock-up. Hiram disrembers there names
but you will no them caws they are so mean. We are pore folks but we mean well.
To let you no we are alrite I will tell you about my paw. These childrens grandpa was
a brave man and fought in the Civil War, and was a corporal or a third lieutenant in
General Lee's army and one day was settin hisself on a log and General Lee come
along and said, 'Good morning,' and paw he said, 'Howdy, General.' Also we had
a boy to die in France and his name was little Willie and one day he was in a restruant
eating horse meat and somebody hollered 'wo' and he choked to death! We are very
grieved, but we think it is a honor for him to give his life for his country like that. We
must stop now, with love and gratefuless — "Yours truly,

"We ain't worthy; we ain't worthy." Maybe those pitiful words ring out eternally
to those who sent those poor beggars away hungry, for "hunger breeds madness." And
not "charity begins at once," and the hungry, yea, the poor "we have with us always,"
for perhaps — oh, whisper it softly if you see Dr. Foust or Mrs. Mclver — you wouldn't
have had to break your quarantine to identify this piteous, "unworthy" Hostettors

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Officers of the Athletic Association

Marie Richards President

Clara Brawley Secretary

Sarah Pojle Treasurer

Jessie Rose Critic

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Mildred Barrington
Sport Leader

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Junior Basketball Team


Evelyn Wilson Forward

Evelyn Hodces Forward

Virginia Davis Center

Mildred Barrington Center

Eunice McAdams Guard

Sadie Moyle Guard


Senior Basketball Team

Ethel Boyte Forward

Julia Cherry Forward

Julia West Cen,er

Pearl Wilson CenleT

Mabel Boysworth Guard

LaRue McLawhorn • Guard

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Sophomore Basketball Team

Rachael Barwick Formard

Elizabeth Jones , Forward

Branson Price Center

Hannah May Fleetwood Center

Emeline Gocorth Guard

Joyce Rudisill Guard

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Pauline Stem Guard

Eva Hodges Guard

Jennie Wilson , Forward

Lizzie Whitley Forward

Josephine Piette Center

Omah Williams Center

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Special Basketbal

Grace Ward CuarJ

Rosa Moss CuarJ

Grace Boyd Forward

Annie Watt Forward

Myrtle Riley Center

Lucy Daniel Center

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Freshman Hockey Team

Lena Whitley Center Forward

Janey Pierce Ri S hl ,nsiJc

Esther Winson Le f> ,nside

Ola Angle ' • R 'S ht w '<n

Jean Roddick Le " w ' m i

Mary Burns c ' n '- r Halfback

Martha White Ri S nt Halfback

Mavis Burchette Le f l Halfback

Leah Willis Ri S hl Fallback

Mary Kirkman Le f Fullback

Catherine Gaston (j0a


Sophomore Hockey Team


Hazel Mizelle Center Forward

Ruth Hiccins Right Inside

Martha Bradley Left Inside

Ruby Hodgin Right Wing

Sallie Tucker Left Wing

Virginia Postles Center Halfback

Jessie Baxley Right Halfback

Anne Cantrell Left Halfback

Jinsie Underwood Right Fullback

Muriel Barnes Left Fullback

Eva Lee Sink Coal

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Junior Hockey Team

Gladys Wells Center Forward

Frances Black Right l" si ' le

Annie Cummincs Left Inside

Lena Kernodle Right Wing

Reid Parker Left Wing

Ruth Winslow Center Halfback

Anne Fulton Right Halfback

Vera Ward Left Halfback

Willie Lou Jordan Right Fullback

Flossie Foster Left Fallback

Edna Evans Coal

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Senior Hockey Team

Lela Wade Center Forward

Hattie Wilson Right Inside

Joe Causey Left Inside

Lydia Farmer Right Wing

Marie Richard Left Wing

Sybil Barrington Center Halfback

Elsie Swindell Right Halfback

Josephine Hopkins Left Halfback

Terrene Holloman Right Fullback

Juanita Kesler Left Fullback

Elizabeth Smith Coal

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Senior Tennis Players

Champions in Doubles

Elsie Yarbrouch

Helen Askew

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Sophomore Tennis

Champion in Singles
Jessie Rose

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Tournament Players

Tennis Group

m Askew

Mildred Price Jessie Rose


Helen Dunn Creasy Marie Davenport

ne Stone

Emo Alspauch Esther Davenport

May Washburn

Anne Reynolds

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Marly Bl ai«

Nelle Flemming
Sporl Leader

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Senior Volley Bal

Willie John Medlock
Florence Miller
Norma Holden
Rouss Hayes

Mamie Speas
Carrie Burton
Marjorie Mendf.nhall
Elizabeth McLean

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Mary Nixon

Jennie Mann Clark

Annie Belle Williams


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Georgie Williamson
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Sophomore Volley Bal

Jocelyn McDowell
May McArn

Hazel Worsley

Katherine Yoder

Lucy Hunter
Margaret Blair
Mabel Carpenter

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Freshmen Volley Ball

Lavinia Powell Dare Holleman Irene Caldwell

Esther Holden Mary Stilwell Emma Little

Dorothy Bardwell Syretha Sossam


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Special Volley Bal

Lois Morrison
Catherine Patters
Anna Rector
Martha Lassiter

Ethel Jordon
Mona Fortiscue
Louise Gaston
Irene Swisecood

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The Sophomores' Tennis Cup (singles).
The Seniors' Tennis Cup (doubles).
The Juniors' Basketball Cup.
The Sophomore Hockey Cup 1 f
The Field Day Cup \ i

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Our College Comes to the Front

|OU never can tell about girls — except in time of a crisis. But, then, look
out for them. They're right there on the front, serving, helping, inspiring,
and weaving the glorious whole of it into a romantic hue that makes the
tired little farmerette, after a long day's work in the tomato patch, say:
"Look at that gorgeous sunset! Why, it looks just like a tomato to me." At any rate,
you can tell about certain North Carolina College girls — and this is what you can tell:
Back in the struggling days of 1918, when food was scarce and farm labor scarcer,
the United States Food Administration issued a plea to the heads of all patriotic house-
holds which said: "Food will win the war. Save it!" Now, all of our girls had
reasons "over there" which made them want that war won. So what did they do?
Why, just jump right into middies and khaki suits and begin mowing lawns and farming
with a vengeance. Planting and spraying potatoes, cultivating tomatoes, weeding and
thinning corn — mowing, raking, hauling, stacking! What an inexhaustible bunch! And
what a picture in their khaki middy suits, brogans, and old country farm hats! Then,
when the fruits of this fine harvest were reaped, new enthusiasm came in with the new
supplies, and right away another bunch began canning. Why, the corn and beans and
potatoes that were saved by these young patriots would alone have won the war —

By this time the entire college had caught the spirit. Everybody wanted to sacrifice,
to save for the Red Cross here, to help the little French and Belgian orphans there.
Everybody was into the thing heart and soul, and they simply could not devise enough
schemes to exhaust their never-ending supply of enthusiasm. They gave to the utmost
of their ability — $5,000 it was to help relieve sad war conditions; bandages, socks,
sweaters, comfort pillows, and everything that the heart of a patriotic girl could dream
was produced.

Nor did this enthusiasm die when college adjourned for summer holidays. The
girls were so afire with the desire to win and establish all their wonderful new principles
that they went out into their communities doing social service work, educating and
helping those made even more destitute by the war.

But just at this intense moment the war came to an end — and there was all that
pent-up passion for service still raging in the heart of every North Carolina College girl.
Well, what happened? All their great force was turned directly into fields for recon-
struction. Efforts were concentrated on bettering rural schools, community uplift,
co-operating, educating, and bringing the new vision for the whole world to pass.

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Our Hut

One cannot serve always, even though one does so for the real
love of it and for the adventure back of it. There must be a time
when everyone gets tired in mind and heart, when the vision just goes
away, and the great stimulus lo help others is not present anymore.
One wants, then, to think of herself — to take a mental inventory and
see just where she stands in her relations to all her college mates. How
absurd to think of doing this in one's own room! There must be a
place, dear to the heart of every gill on the campus, to fill this mission.
These were the thoughts going on back in the minds of a certain
progressive bunch of North Carolina College girls. And watch out!
When a woman wants anything, she has it. If you don't believe it,
just look.

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If Joe went swimming, would Lela Wade?

If Hortense can read, can Clyde Wright?

If Hattie speaks French, does Christine English?

If Katherine had a party, would Emeline Goforth?

If Lois owned a mill, would Florence (be) Miller and Lydia Farmer?

If Mary was Joseph's wife, was Ethel Adam's?

If people are made of dust, is Agnes Steele and Pauline Stone?

If Frances gets 2's on all her studies, is Mattie Bright?

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