VOLUME X. LaGrange College, LaGrange, Ga., December. 1930. NUMBER 12.

V. W. C. A. SPONSORS CHRISTMAS BAZAAR

h year as the Yule-tide season draws near, there are multitudes of

gs to attract our attention and keep us busy. One of the most en- joyable of all these annual events is the Christmas bazaar which is held in the Gymnasium by the Y. W. C. A. Each class has a booth and each eagerly strives for originali- ty in constructing its booth. Most anything is subject to presentation in the form of a booth by some in- dustrious class. The funds derived from this source are given to the Y. \V., from which they are returned four-fold to us during the year.

This bazaar was held on Friday- afternoon, December 6. One would hardly have recognized the Gym a-; the place where we bi-weekly endure our "systematic contortions." The "Christmas Spirit," that joyous ab- straction about which we hear so much in these days when it is mani- fested to the "n"th degree, dominat- ed the entire place. When surveyed in one glance, the whole was a scene of dazzling brightness and gayety. When inspected more closely, it was revealed to be divided into booths, six in number.

The first, in more chronological ways than one, was that of the Sen- iors. Typical of it's name, "Grand- mother's Curio Shop," it consisted of scores of attractive gifts. As for the Juniors, they responded with their usual individualistic ideas and the result was a ship—the regular piratical type. With white sails raising aloft from it's black deck and bearing the symbol of skull and cross-bones, it was indeed a place to look for treasure which to show our friends. The reliable Sophomor- es perhaps saved many an L'Ciar the embarrassing predicament of feeling "out of place" by providing us with "L. C. Kress." The Fresh- man booth decorated in their class colors was caller] "Ye olde Curosity Shoppe," and showed many lovely articles to would-be customers.

In. the corner of the Gym, a space was marked off by rose-entwined trellises. Tables were very beauti- fully arranged in this space and the Special Class sold lunches to those

might need sustenance after their shopping tour. The Y". W. booth, displaying the most varied articles from which to select, was decorated in the Y. W. colors. Prac- tically anything that one could wish to give a friend from charms to

11 knife might be obtained from this booth.

A prize of five dolars in gold was given by the Y. W. C. A., to the i having the most attractive booth. This prize was worthily

by the Seniors of '31. ooo

The Atlanta Chapter of the La- Grange Alumnae Association re-

of a bazaar, la derived from this bj

wiil i arship ;o an I.. C. girl. oOo

.Miss Mary Alice Halbrook of the Senior Class of La-

Gran) 0, who is now teaching in Palmetto, Ga., has made several short visits to L. C, this year.

L. C.'s CHRISTMAS TREE. (By Dorothy Morton, '32.)

Brilliant lofty Christmas tree, lining through the night,

May some lost one seeing thee ..lory in the light.

Straight and tall and stately trees, Shedding light afar—

(Kings brought frankincense and myhr

Following a star)

May your light so shine o'er earth, As the angels sing,

That some soul may feel new birth, Knowing Christ their King. oOo THE TOWN GIRLS' CLUB

Having forty-nine active members one of the largest organizations,' ami perhaps the largest, is the Town Girls' Club. This has not always been the case, but in recent years more LaGrange girls have taken ad- vantage of the opportunity of re- maining at home, and, at the same lime, getting their education in a college of high standing.

Although the members of the club enjoy this compound privilege, nev- ertheless, they are at a disadvant- age in not being able to participate '. in all the activities of the campus since they do not live on the hill, However, the club cooperates with the boarding students to the best of | its ability, and much enthusiasm is displayed in all it's undertakings.

Virginia Emory is the capable president this year with Chrystal Carley vice-president, and Katherine Glass secretary and treasurer. Great interest was manifested during the summer holidays by the Seniors of the Club, who began making money for the class trip they are planning to lake in the spring, by sponsoring a picture having several rummage sales, and presenting a play. So summer, winter, spring and autumn this club lives on. oOo

INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS CLUB HOLDS DEC. MEETING

REV. MARVIN WILLIAMS HOLDS R E V I V A L

AT COLLEGE

THE NATIVITY OF THE MONGER, PRESENTED BY THE Y. W. C. A.

The International Relations Club held the December meeting in the

i room Tuesday afternoon at ' i'clock. Grace Landrum, Helen

rtson and Dorothy Morton were nsible for the following inter-

esting program: 1 ii rcer Fight £or Treaty Revision,

Lucy Barrett. crage German Speaks, Evelyn

Galloway. The Teutanic Countries, Ora Mae

Bowles. • Germany at the Cross Roads, Sue

Mathison. Shifting the Tax Burden to Amer-

ica. Katie McLaughlin, the program an interesting

game was played concerning the! important dates in history; the

on by Lucy Barrett.' ine Roberts, Carolyn Hairston

and Dorothy Neal I fruits, ly and m the contest.

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Mr. Murray: Who discovered America?

'red Blackman: Ohio. -Mi-. •: : You're wrong; Co-

lumbus discovered it. Mildred: I know that, but I didn't

think his first name wa~ necessary.

"Behold, 1 will send my messenger | and he shall prepare the way before me." What words could more fitly j describe the reverend man who came to us with the word of God in his heart; who showed us the way, the truth, and the light of our Mas- ter, Jesus Christ?

Never in all its one hundred years has the college had a greater bless- ing than in the presence of this minister, who said "There is a high- j er Christian experience to which I : believe God calls each of you." And the girls responded with all the earn- j estness all the faith, and all the loyalty in their hearts to show to others that this was true, and that

eve on the "Hill" was to be found wonderful religious experience

that would so strengthen and forti- j fy their souls that nothing could ever prevail against them.

Singing has always been man's principal means of praise to God for His blessings. And so it was in this meeting; the songs that had been sung so many time that the words had become mere sounds took on such a glorious meaning that the very walls rang with the joyful out- burst from the depths of each girl's heart. As we sang "Come Into My lie ait," "Oh. How I Love Jesus, and "Jesus Is All the World to Me"" the radiant faces showed that souls had truly been "Saved by His Pow- er Divine," and that this new life would be "Sweeter As the Years Go By."

In chapel, in the dining hall, in morning watch, and in the prayer services at night this radiant spirit jf His messenger and the God he lerved was fet. But especialy did : shed its glow over the prayer ser-

vices in the girl's room;, in the ev- ■■:. Just before all was quiet

cor the night groups of girls would rather in different rooms and there, .1 the presence of Him who prom-

ised "where . two or three are gath- ered together in my name there ami .i the midst of them," would hold a

i e at which each heart poured out its message. A wonderful spirit was shown in the way the classes tood firm in their resolve to save

every soul for Christ. It will always be the joyful conviction of each girl hat prayer is answered and one has

out to "Ask, and it shall be give-, you! seek and ye shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you."

Old L. C. has been indeed fortu- nate and blessed in having the pres-

■ of Rev. Marvin Williams on campus for such a "soul-saving"

revival as she witnessed in the of her girls. oGo

FRESHMAN FUN On Friday, Deci r 5th, the an-

nual Y. W . C. A. Ba heid in the College gymnasium from -i to 6 in the afternoon. The Fresh- men had a booth gaily decorated in

iass colors, purple and white, novelty shop in which all

types of little gifts could be bought. The booth was a success and we made a great deal from it. the pro-

- of which will go to the Y. W. C. A.

On Saturday night, December 6,

SENIOR CLASS PRESENTS PORTRAIT OF MR.

THOMPSON The Seniors gave a lovely tea Mon-

day afternoon the fifteenth, at which the plans were disclosed for the painting of a portrait of Mr. Thomp- son. The parlors were gay with Christmas decorations; and the guests were served by members of the Senior Class. Sara Clyde Hutchins announced in behalf of the Class that the portrait, which is to be in oil, will be presented to Mr. Thompson and the College as soon as it is completed. It is a token of the appreciation of the Seniors for the many times Mr. Thompson has worked with, inspired and encour- aged them. It is not unusual for a Glass in finishing school to leave some gift behind and the Seniors this year feel that there could be no better way of expressing their love for the College and Mr. Thompson than the presentation of his portrait which will remain as an everlasting memorial on the Hill.

DAUGHTERS CLUB ELECTS OFFICERS

At a recent meeting of the Daugh- ter.- Club the following officers were

i iected: President—Mary Johnson. Vice-President—Dorothy Neal. Se'c.-Treas!—Dorothy Morton. The Club hopes to accomplish

great things this year with the help of the Alumnae, and this year we have a number of new mem-

to whom a cordial welcome is extended.

the Freshmen, as they had never all gotten together in a group, decided to have a regular "get-together

," with no one but Freshmen being present. The occupants of "Scramble Inn" and "Tumble Inn" acted as hostesses to us and we all enjoyed it fully.

For the week of December 8 to December 12, Rev. Marvin Williams has been conducting a series of meetings here at the College. These services have meant so much to us, and we enjoyed every moment of them. Each night the Freshmen

been having prayer services in various rooms just before light bell.

■ services have been well at- ended and we all feel that we have

profited so much by them and that /re have been drawn closer to one .mother.

I of the Freshmen went to Atlanta on Saturday, Dec. 6th, to ee the Tech-Georgia game. Among

■-.hose attending were Miss Ruth ii.!, Miss Vonice Ritch, Miss Orr, Miss Daisy McCurry, Miss

Millie Webb, Miss Frankie Cole. . the one big event to which

■•very Freshman is looking forward with thrills and sighs of joy is

istmas! What a wonderful feel- / e will all have, "Going home

'or Christmas!" Especially for a Freshman the thrill is great, for in

first year away at College, she looks forward to going home to spend that joyous season with her •wn family. May the holidays be filed with happy hours for every one.

Christmas speaks to ;is of Him who came into the work, to give life to men and to give light to hearts that were perishing without it. Joy c'nd peace, and a :>)•> sedness of un-

| ucrtaking, He brow',I, to the sorrow i stricken world. So at this Christmas 1 season it was fitting thai the Y. VV, j C. A. should present the old, old | story in a pageant and that sweet i carols, soft colors and low, tender 1 music should have bee-1 used \o I symbolize the "peace on earth and ! good-will toward men" 'hat the an- I gels have sung through ii.e ages.

The pageant was presented on i Sunday evening, Decc>. ' er 14. at | the First Methodist chill' h. The j jtage was decorated wi h soft cur- i tains and illuminated with Jcvely

lights. In the silence of the hour the beautiful carol "Holy Night" came drifting down from the choir loft. Then far in the distance was heard "Adeste Fidelis." The sound grew nearer and through the door came a procession of robed singers. Then from the old cathedral on the ridge came the slow, resonant voice of a narrator telling the story of the first Christmas. Cui tains in tha back were slowly parted revealing a tableau of the three wise men. As the story of the shepherds was con- tinued by a second narrator the cur- tains parted again showing the shep- herds and the angels. The curtains closed once more and opened again upon the climatic scene—of Mary, and Joseph, and the Child.

As the blessed words "Lo, I .am with you always" came as a bene- diction the chorus sang triumphant- ly "Joy to the World." Then all was quiet and many hearts grew thankful once more for the blessed Christmas season and for the peace and joy that comes with knowing Him.

CHRISTMAS AT L. C. The approach of Christmas brings

with it the usual bustle and hurry— last minute shopping expeditions, excited plans, and endless wrapping of gay packages, frenzied attempts to do in one night all the work that has been put off during the semes- ter. But in the midst of all the ex- citement, L. C. girls find no time to enjoy together just a bit of the glad Christmas spirit before leaving for their seperate homes.

On Sunday night, Dec. 14, the Club will render a number of

! Christmas Carols at the Methodist ' church—familiar carols yet ones that are dear to every heart.

Following their annual custom the Y. W. C. A., is planning to have a Christinas tree for the college wash-

nen. There could be no bet- ter way for these girls to pass on to others some of their own Christmas joy and good fellowship than by giving happiness and small remem- brances to those less fortunate than they.

The brilliantly lighted cedar tree at the corner of the quadrangle is a living emblem of the Christmas spirit at L. C., Each heart grows lighter as the twinkling lights shine out their mesage of cheer and good- will.

December, 1930. THE SCROLL LaGrange College

THE SCROLL Published monthly by the Quill Driv-

ers' Club of LaGrange College.

Entered at Postoffice at LaGrange, Ga., as second class mail matter, January 29, 1922, under Act of .March 3, 1ST!).

Subscription rate, fifty cents a semester.

EDITORIAL STAFF. Dorothy Neal Editor-in-Chief Pauline Roberts Bus. Mgr. Emmeline Goulsby Adv. Mgr. Sara Lee Payne Aset. Adv. Mgr. Carolyn Hairston .... Feature Editor Louise Traylor Proof Reader Jlixie Gentry Circulation Mgr. Kathleen Ellis Exchange Editor Dorothy Morton Joke Editor Helen Robertson Alumnae Editor Gordo Davis, Elizabeth Merritt, Ma-

bel Henslee.

COLLEGE DIRECTORY. Class Presidents

Senior Sara Clyde Hutchins Junior Allene Boyle Soph Thelma Dunbar Freshman Mildred Webb

Organizations V. W. C. A :.. Mary Walker .Student Body Gordo Davis Athletic Ass'n Virginia Moseley Quill Drivers Dorothy Neal

And suddenly there was with the angels a multitude of the heaven 1> host, praising God, and saying:

Glory to God in the highest, and an earth peace, good will toward men. Luke 2:13-14. "Christ of the Andes," Christ of

Everywhere, Great lover of the hills, the open air, And patient lover of impatient men, Who blindly strive and sin ami

strive again— Thou living Word, uttered in human

deed, Oh teach the wared, worrying and

wandering still, Thy way of peace, the footpath of

good will." —Henry Van Dyke!

"What is this Christmas Spirit we hear so much about?" What is it, in- deed? Is it a concrete term to bo defined with mere words? Or is it a thing made of substance—star-dust and a mystic glow, the words of fairy hands? Is it at once the rarest and most every day thing, so beau- tiful—so gay with the silver tinkle of liny bells, so sweetly silent as the tall of the snow at twilight, and as glowingly golden as the arias of the angels.

In its make-up we find smiles of friendliness and love, a rosy glow from the hearth side, that mystery of tissue paper and scarlet satin rib- bon; the wonder of the colored lights set in dark green velvet of the cedar tree.

We find "giving" and "doing" in the true Christmas Spirit; it is a Mine of swiftness and slowness—the hours drag by and yet they are winged. How we prepare for the big day-there are packages to be wrap-. ped and tied in their holiday ribbon; Santa's treasures are to be dug

: com the hidden places of the house, from those unlikely places that be- come all to likely at Christmas time.

.And then it daw.iv—Chris Day. Comes the scurry-g o' bard feet acm .' the floor— e; <i joy and surprise, the dreams of days finally come to life. The gifts are opened and the whole day is spent in having communion with loved

Swiftly the day i< gom—almost too swiftly. But the memories ling- er on in our hearts; there are

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thanks thai in a lowly manger far away Bethlehem there was born .-. child, our Christ. And he who lov-

.: mankind is honored on this of all days.

—oOo 11 is with a distinct feeling of loss

.:<: bewilderment that the class of L93I observes the date set for the centennial celebration. It had beta an undreamed of thing—that the coveted honor of being the Centen- nial class would go to any but the clasi of '31, and to realize that Oc- tober is well within the first term of the class of 1931, i* rather a deep hurt.

When the Freshman class banded together in the fall of 1927, one of the first thoughts was that it would be the Senior class at the Centennial celebration; when, as Sophomores, the way grew hard and steep, lined with English Literature notebooks and chemistry mannuals, the en- couraging word was "Let's stick to- gether, think of our Senior year." Again when thoughts of stopping school at the end of the Sophomore

drifted about, it was the same dear thought that the Class would enjoy perfect Senior road, that held U together. There was no question of a break in our College career at the end of that hard-fought Junior year. We had to go on, was it not 1930—was not the next year the golden '31?.

The one hundredth year dawned liber 1980-, and the class of

"II lined in ecstacies: visions of June days, graduation, a great gath- ering of the alumnae to pay homage to the college on her birthday, a beautiful centennial pageant, and the class of '31 in cap and gown.

The dream has faded now; of course there is graduation, and the •lime days, but the added thrill, so long treasured in each girl's he , is absent; the eelebratien of Li- Grange's birthday will be in th, . uimn i.ntead of in the spGng. OQO ,

SOCIETAS MINERVAE

The December meeting of the La- tin Club was quite representative of a renewed Christmas spirit. Pagan and Christinas Phases of the Sea- son were delightfully presented by active members of the Club. The Roman Saturnalio, Mary John-

: on. The Boar's Mead, Club. The Advent Season, Rebecca Hart. Dies Trae, Club. The Christmas Spirit, Alleyn Boyle. Adeste- Pideles, Club.

Hixie Gentry, the president, show- ed our great love and appreciation for our dear sponsor, Dr. Wilson, by presenting to her a little gift from the Club.

By a cherry blaze at the fireside of Rebecca Kidd's home, we had an enjoyable social hour, during which

Rebecca Kidd and Katherine ' served OS with dainties and

tea.

CHRISTMAS CAROLS

A strange soft glamor in the air, A gleaming wonder everywhere; And children strolling in the street Sing Christmas carols, shrilly sweet: A burst of childish laughter, then 'God rest ye, Merrie Gentlemen!"

And I See. . .

itle, grim and tall, And the little waifs by the frowning

wall, In their belted doublets and pointed

shoon, Shivering under the frosty moon: Singing, shivering in the snow, Their lifted faces bright aglow. I sec the gate flung open wide, The lads drawn to the great tire-

side, Drawn in to merriment, gifts and

cheer, For that Christ held all >!r!dr.:n

dear.

The little children of today Sing in their blithe and happy play;

ir voices lift on a joyous cry, "A star," they sing, "a star in the

sky!" And I See. . .

They glory of that stai- ning over the desert far;

see the shepherd's wondering eyes Raised in awe to the golden skies;

! their wonder, their hush, their thrall,

I see the radiance lift and fall, And in the path of its brightest

beam I go with them, as in a dream; Through the desert sands I go with

■.hem

To-the "Little Town of Bethlehem."

Is it the children that I hear, Or angel voices, high and clear,

i hly-pure, unearthly-light, Singing, "Holy Night, Stilly Night."

Ah, I S«e A narrow winding street Where light and gleam and glory

:neet, Where strangely streams the blind-

ing glow Anoss a court-yard, humble, low: Brightest does it seem to pour From out an open stable door, And in the glory all around The cattle kneel upon the ground. Ah, golden hope of Christmas morn, Christ is born . . . Christ is born.

The vision fades, the voices cease; Their tender tidings, love and peace, Ring down the ages, calling sweet Through children's voices in the

: treet. Ever the glory that was then In the Christmas carols wakes again.

By Carrie Fall Benson.

ooo NEWS FROM ALUMNAE

.Miss Ruby Hughes, president of the Senior Class of '29, who is teaching at Union City this year, •pent the week-end on the campus as the guest of Miss Aurelia Adams.

Miss Malic Mauldin, of Ogle- thorpe University, who was a fresh- man at LaGrange last year, was a recent visitor to friends on the Hill.

.Miss Ruth Hill, who graduated from LaGrange in '29, and who is 10* hack in her second year in Danielsville, Ga., was the truest last

lay of her sister. Miss Inez Hill.

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CHRISTMAS TIMES

Christmas in the air — Christ- mas every-where. Snow-flakes fall- -ng, sieighbells ringing, voices call- ing, children singing. A merry

• ■out lings out. Through the wid_e- t'lung doors pour streams of laugh- ng, jolly youth, off for the first nd foremost holiday occasion — a

ble in the woods, a scramble for gods, the reddest holly berries, brightest, greenest vines, the

parly mistletoe growing upon the nost bough of some gnarled old

maple. Just for a toothsome bite, 'possum's feast is robbed, and'

mouths are turned inside out—by •nir, bitter morsel, not quite

ripe it was! With rosy, glowing hecks, brightly sparkling eyes,

i.v crimsoned lips. homeward 'urns the crowds, bringing as of ild the vines, the mistletoe, the

holly—and Christmas in the hearts.

l^iGrange, Ga. Dec. 12, 1930.

Dearest Santa Glaus: I'm working so terribly hard try-

ing.to be good all(' keep up with my lessons I almost don't have time '." write to you, but all of a sudden it dawned on me in the middle of a combustion in chemistry lab this af- ternoon that I daren't wait anothei minute to write or else you and your reindeers would have left the North I'oh- before you even knew what we wanted. So I'm gonna write you right now what I want and what some of my little friends want. I guess the easiest way would be to just write the girls name and then what she wants, don't you recokn? So here goes.

Pauline and Bess want some more notebook paper for English 2, but j tore than anything they want to write a song 'cause other girls in the class wrote some and got—oh so much notoriety, and they feel like if they just had time and paper they could write one so people would think they were smart too.

ase bring Alleyn and Marge little baskets in which to gath-

er their pecans, they're used all the paper sacks and boxes available and baskets would be so handy.

Santa, please out of the goodness of your heart bring Mary and Manila Jane some roller skates or a scooter (the skates would be bet- tin- hut if you don't have any more the scooter would be allright—they could, take turns using it) because they have to go to town and they're Wearing out all their little shoes in

. o-doing. Bring Katie a little candle (she's

eve . Crazy about that song that :;;,-. "Like a Little Candle Burning

in the Night) of course she doesn't need one so much now that the light has been fixed but she grew so at- tached to candle light (while tho electric light was "out") she Can't stand to use any other kind.

A little moving picture machine, the kind you can use in your own parlor would be greatly appreciated by certain little girls "on the hill," also free passes to the picture show after Christmas.

Sarah Lee wants a chemistry "Jack" if such there be, and if not nmc kind of soothing salve to

smooth the furrows from her brow. Bring Aldyne a degree, she's

wearing out in the struggle. .Vow Santa, I especially want you

to bring this next thing ' 'cause "Bucy" deserves it—she's worked .aithfully for the tea room and I .Mint you to bring her a new safety iin to carry the room key on, the le you brought her last year has

iust about worn out. France.-, Olive, Mary. Lilla and

other girls who take piano would love to have some player-pianos so they can use their hands to do other things with when they practice and if there is such a thing as a player- violin. Santa, w'e'd like awfully hard to have some of these too.

I lease bring Daisy and Vera a living room suite for their new apartment.

And brine Emeline some "cute" little chemicals to make "darlin" little compounds with in lab.

Now Santa, there are just heaps more things but I'll have to wait 'til tomorrow 'cause my teacher is getting mad with me—she doesn't know it's to you—see?

Santa, in closing let me say we're all been soooo gooood and we hope you won't disappoint us.

I Love You, A Little Friend.

Love Again, The Same One.

Y. W. C. A. CORNER.

No matter what the season may be, tile V. W. keeps on working. Sometimes very little publicity can

e numberless services the Y. W. performs. Yet surely as the "wheel within wheel," this inn- er organ of our Student Body is moving on, quietly perhaps, but al- ways more and more efficiently.

At this time our hearts are turned with a special interest to the Christ- mas season. What more beautiful symbol of the joy and happiness of this happy time than the Y. W. Christmas tree that stands on the crest of our hill? Brilliantly lighted with vari-colored electric candles, with a background of dark, velvety cedar, this grand old sentinel that has seen so many happy Christmas seasons pass over it seems to breathe a fragrance on the air, permeating our atmosphere with the remem- brance of frank incence and myrrh. Reaching up into the night the tree reflects the glory of scintillating millions of stars; the lustrous black-

of the tree is a counterpart of tiie lustrous blackness of the night;

the soft glow that sheds itself from stars and tree over our hill re- minds us of the love of the Father which, like golden sunlight, shines into our souls. As we stand and gaze on the tree, earthly realities fade. Slowly the Cedar draws lack and before us is the opening of a cave. Overhead the brightness of a million stars is gathered into one glorious Star, so bright that by it's light we can see objects in the cave gradually taking shape as our eyes become more accustomed t> this wondrous vision. The Holy Mother, Mary; the patient, trusting Joseph; and the central figure, the Babe of Bethlehem; all seem to be wrapped in~~noiy peace and quiet- ness. Afar we hear the music of an angel choir and as a new conse. ra- tion to our Lord, and a new worship come into our souls, we bring anew the offerings of gold, frankincsnsc, and myrrh. Our eyes are blinded by our tears; and when again we raise our heads, the wondrous sight is gone. But the Tree, the light, our College building, and the very hearts of us, seem to pay silent homage and admiration to the Holy Infant.

Let's keep our living Christmas Tree and so enshrine it as a symbol in our hearts that it will become a a tradition down thro up n our L. C. years.

And let's make the real Christmas spirit the motivating spirit of our iives.

May His love an | goodness come into our lives abundantly for He Himself taid:

"I am come that they might have life and that they mignl have it

more abundantly." There is another Christmas tree

on our hill, and that'- the -me for

our servant-friends. We met togeth-

er on an afternoon this work and sang carols. Then the hone.:- guests

sailer a group of sweet, old spirit- uals Another blow was added to

the South and we all feel closer to- '

gether and have a better under- standing of each other. For after

all, "Of one blood made he the na- tion 5."

i'ling: back from the

holidays the remembrances of a

Christmas spent in the best way pos-

sible; of joy unbounded; of mirth; E love, of good-fellowship

to include some new ideas for the Y. W.

Jjcceirucr, 1930. THE SCROLL LaGrange College

THE BOOK SHELF

Gain I -1 e is a novel of fascination —a story of the strange power which a man exercises over a wo- man's life and her inevitable sur-

icr to this compelling force. The Central character is Linda Fenwick, in whom Alice Duer Miller has suc- ceeded in creating an entirely ori- ginal heroine.

Linda Fenwick is by no means a plaster-cast saint, but a genuine rlesh and blood woman. She proves herself to be able not only to endure the sou!-deadening monotony of un- happiness, but shows that she is also capable of understanding and sym- pathizing with the one causing it.

In her attempt to bring about the reformation of her husband, Linda is brought into contact with forces of an overpowering nature and a personality of compelling vitality which together almost overwhelm

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In Linda's extraordinary expert- 's, as Mrs. Miller depicts them,

there is an absorbing story for all modern-minded women who can face

and still retain their idealism. 0O0 .

LE CERCLE FRANCAIS

Le Cercle Francias held its Dec- ember meeting on Thursday, Dec. 11. at 4 o'clock at the home of Ka- therine Glass with Annie Jane Prat--

. Thelma Harden and Katherine as hostesses. The house was

It autifully decorated with poinset- holly, mistletoe and a number

of lighted Christmas trees. The fol- lowing program was rendered:

The Marseillaises by the Club. • Luke 2:8-1-1, Annie Jane Prather.

Violin Solo, Nell Cole. The Legend of the Christmas tree,

Helen Robertson, Mary Johnson, 1 ..'is Jones. Carolyn Brooks.

How Christmas is Spent in France Aurelia Adams.

Silent Night by the Club. In a guessing contest Kathleen El-

lis, Aurelia Adams, and Hixie Gen- I ry won favors and each guest re- ceived a small package of candy. Hot chocolate and fruit cake were

i rved.

NEWS OF THE ART DEPART- MENT.

THE "QUAREY" KNOLL

The Art Department at LaGrange College this year represents a splen- did variety of work. Every branch of art is taught; fundamentals be- ing thoroughly mastered, technique carefully considered, and each study beautifully finished before the stu- dent is allowed to leave it. Excel- lent work has been done in oil, pas- tel, water color, crayon, pen and ink and other mediums.

The studio is well equipped and is most attractive with is china cab- inets, model stands and beautiful new statuary. Another important feature of the studio is the china ware which is just above the studio door. Several sets of china have been exquisitely painted and fired in the kiln which belongs to the De- partment.

Miss Lula Jones, instructor of Art at L. C, is an artist of unusual talent and rare ability. She has had superior advantages of study, hav- ing received her training from child- hood in colleges. After graduating from Judson College, she took post- graduate work at the University of Colorado, and at Chautauqua, N. Y. later doing special work with New

j York, Chicago, Boston and Balti- j more teachers.

The Art Club is a wide-awake or- ganization having for its aim a bet- ter understanding and appreciation

j of art in a general and practical way for its members.

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CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS

OQO TWO POEMS BY NELLIE SUE

BAILEY. In the December issue of "The

Torchbearer," we note with utmost pride a poem written by Miss Nellie Sue Bailey; it is a pleasure to the -m ft' to reprint this poem written by Miss Bailey—

I Give to You. When Christ was born the wise men

came With costly gifts; and Shepherds

brought Their choicest lambs; and angels

sang es to Him.

So when, in memory of that night, ing our songs and bring our gifts,

' Live to you the gifts the angels brought —

Love, and a song.

DAWN I look into the stillness of the pool \1 dawn. It is a luminous gray sky Toward which reflected willows

stretch their arms \s if to keep the stars from slipping

by; And clear against the brightening

shadow-deeps Whence vanquished moon and stars.

light-chased, have gone, ee a gleaming water lily, like

\ single star held captive 'till the dawn.

By Nellie Sue Bailey.

Joy to the world, the Savior reigns.

Let men their songs employ. While fields and floods, Rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy. Repeat the sounding joy. I stood on the Quadrangle in the

still dawning of a winter moring allowing the soothing beauty of all nature fill my sc^il to overflowing Soon a faint roiy blush tinted the grayness, the roseate hue changed

.to saffron-colored light, then in a glorious burst of crimson splendm the sun came forth in all his majes- ty. 1 remained quiet while rever- ence prevaded my whole being. Thy grass, the rocks and the trees wor- shipped with me. The trees held their bare boughs aloft seeming proud that one of their number was more favored than the rest. As tiw sunbeams caressed this leafy cedar, I detected bright lights beaming through the rich green. Soon I be- came aware of signs of life in the grand old building around me. The

ir grew charged with magic. With reluctance the dormitories

yielded up their girls in coats and hats, with hat-boxes in hands. The girls lingered for embraces and words or farewell. One look at the sun shining on their faces told me that the parting was not forever. Home for the Christmas Holidays. No words thrill the College girl's heart more than these. Sweet anti- cipation has filled the mind with vi- sions of loved ones and good times ahead. On the day of departure the fulfillment of these dreams be- gan. The venerable buildings set- tled back when the last girl was gone and as the sun dropped unno- ticed into its nightly abode, wrapp- 'ed themselves in memories and throbbed with the wish that the L.>

girls would have a really Merry Christmas in serving others and bringing good will and cheer to the children of men.

As morning broke will all the glory of early summer in the little mountain valley, a man, short, stout' and surley-looking, stepped out on' the low rotting door step of a rude j log cabin. As his eyes fell on a dis- tant object he spoke to someone in ' tne room behind.

"Susan," he called in a gruff, dull voice. Then as no answer came he called again, "Susan, come here and Look at that woman. She's climbin' ] that fur knoll earlier than usual this mornin'. Seems as though she's git tired of forever ploddin' across:

them furrors when they're full of dew. Shouldn't wonder but what she'll git her death o' cold at it some o' these days." i

The speaker was John Quinn, who leaned lazily against the door post ■ and was filling his cob pipe as Susan, j his wife, came out on the porch. She' was a small, round person with a look of supressed tenderness in her pale eyes. She could have easily been called pretty in her girlhood,' but with the lengthening years of life, what with increasing labor in the corn fields near the river, and the constant association with the blunt, niggardly John Quinn, her youth had faded and only the faint trace-, of an early bloom were left upon her sunburned features. Often in her first years with him she had had a wild longing to cry out as she felt the need of expressing some- thing deep within herself, but now there was left merely a cold indif- ference with which she met the world-

She followed her husband's gaze and beheld the tall, angular figure ji a woman climbing with a heavy Aep the slope of a smooth green knell at the far side of the little iey.

"Wall," she observed, "it will be her own business, I guess. But why

I she likes trapsin' off up there every mornin' instead of tendin' .o yo' pa i l;e she ought to be doin', I can't

i see. But Martha Quinn's that queer there's no tellin' what she'll be doin'

. next." "i never see one person so set in

1 ner ways as that woman. She ain't happy less she's gittin' somethin' out o' somebody else," muttered ,'ohn. ;

"Wonder what yo' ma's say if she ;0Uld see such doin's" mused Susan. •There wan't no such goin's on

while she was livin'." Leaving the man and his wife

landing on their p*orch surrounded by a bare, unkempt yard, let us fol- low Martha Quinn. their stepmother. a: she nears the knoll.

The whole world was green and Seemed overflowing with life. Martha, passing along by the narrow bed of clear stream, felt the weight on her soul lighten as she heared her goal -a beautiful knoll covered with thickly growing white pines of which

the poet must have written when he

said, "The grove- were God's first

temples." Reaching the summit she

paused for a moment, then passed

on to the tall pine with the white

lightening scar half way down the trunk growing at the very edge of

the "quarey" bluff. With outstretch-

ed hands she reached out to the new day and all that it might bring her

of joy or sorrow. ' If one could have

seen her face at that instant, peace-

ful and glowing with a radiant light. he would have mistaken her for an-

other creature from i !■• ■ sharp-fea- tured, sharp-tongued won RN with

^bidding look in her piercing

< ye.- who had a moment before as- cended to that height.

So it was, that very morning just as the first rays of sun flooded the valley, Martha Quinn arose and came to worship the God she loved. Here, it was, that she could throw off the burdens of a heavy heart and catch the light and glory of her Sav- ior as she communed with Him thus in silence, surrounded by the beau- ties of His world. Sometimes she felt the need of His help and com- fort during the day, and when this D.e.ed came, Old Joel understood and silehtfy put his feeble hands to whatever task had absorbed her, thus encouraging and aiding her in the expression of that indefinable omething which he too felt.

But it was not for him to leave

his chair and seek peace olaewhere. Old Joel's one source of rest came

from the two loved books, his Bible and a worn copy of Bryant's Poems, which were never far away. At times

of disquietude one or both would

Be found in his toil-worn hands, be- ing turned by loving fingers, and as he re id, a light would suffuse his kind old face that smoother away the wrinkle- of < are and left in their place an aspect, serene and benign.

The sun rose higher in the heavens and the Martha the world knew turned and started back toward her home and Old Joel. But there was that in her spirit that gave a vigor and lightness to her step that were not there before.

As she neared the house she per- ! ceived a stranger crossing the small : stream where it flowed in the hollow ■ between the two Quinn homes. ' Turning she walked swiftly toward the spring house where she busied herself wit the morning's foaming milk.

"Might as well let Joel see what he wants while he cools his heels,"

I she murmured. "He'll be all the easi-

o deal with, then. Looks like

one of them road men. They're

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(Continued from page 3.) gittin' mighty thick about here late- ly." And saying this she turned her attention to the task before her.

The stranger passed through the swinging gate, up the pebbled path, and to the house beyond. There

no sign of life on the porch save a large gray tabby dozing in the sun. As he paused on the worn door-sill and peered into the partly lighted room, a dull glow of crowd- ed cheerfulness met him. His eyes swept the room taking in the spots of color until they rested on Old Joel half asleep in the large straw- bottomed chair by the window. Across the bed on the man's right was spread a faded red coverlid woven in log cabin style. The bed, a high, monstrous, walnut affair, oc- cupied the entired space between the door and the one small window through which the rays of the morn- ing sun poured over the white hair of the bent figure. From this win- dow hung a pair of limp, washed- out curtains in purplish red folds. To his left in a far corner leaned an old spinning wheel with a few strands of dark wool caught on the spindle. The center of the room held a small rickety table draped with blood-red cloth, whose tassels touched the rough boards of the floor. On the cloth were a Bible, an almanac, a small, leather-bound book bearing in gilt tetters the words "Bryant's Poems." The two pictures on either side of the door leading to the kitchen at the left, were brilliantly colored scenes, one an old-fashioned flower garden bear- ing a calendar in bold relief and the other an apple orchard in full bloom. Among the motley array of chests, boxes and baskets were sev- eral split-bottomed chairs huddled against the walls. Something bright caught his eye and glancing upward he saw on the mantle a glass of wa- ter, globes of golden dahlias i od- ding on their slender stems.

A soft, deep voice broke in on his wandering thoughts as Old Joel said: "Howdy, stranger, have a chair. Some-thin" we can do for you?"

"Well, yes, there is," begun the stranger and stopped only to make a fresh start. "You see, 1 heard

e was a quarry 'round here somewhere and I thought you would be the best one to ask about it. I'm ,)oe Douglas, an engineer over on the highway."

A slow smile broke over Old Joel's features as he said "You're right, young man, for that quarey b'longs to me. Marthy, there, now, will tell you about it."

The engineer, a tall, lithe, energe- • turned and faced Martha

Quinn standing in the doorway which he himself a moment before

irossed. "So you've come to see about the

quarey, have you?" she demanded in a high, sharp voice.

"Is this Mrs. Quinn?" he asked and when she nodded, he continued

as told over in the village that i might be able to get enough rock

your quarry to finish this piece i>y the bridge, instead

uling it clear from the Old Mill up the river."

,;i now. you mought," she drawled, "if you'll git it accordin'

in'." "That's just what I've come to

.■■iinuL." lie explained- "I was sent over to draw up a contract with you, on your own terms of course."

II now, she repeated, "you're a likely lookin' young man, an' I'll

you to write them papers as oughter be writ. Just you re-

lb_er this though. You ain't to go beyond that scarred pine on top

of the bluff, you hear? You put that down first thing so's you won't forgit it, 'cause I won't have that there pine molestead." She ended in a burst of words and as if ashamed of her ow.n emotions, she caught up

' the basket of peas which old Joel ' had been shelling and attacked them with fierce energy.

The desired "paper" being "writ" to the satisfaction of both parties, the young engineer parted from the old couple with a strong handshake and brisk "good-day."

Several minutes passed quietly away; then Old Joel spoke. "I'm right glad the quarey'll be good for somethin' after all these years. Seemed as though it would just be a bed of rock al'ays. Marthy, that road'll be a blessing yet for these parts. Now the children can be sent to school and git the education we never had. Now some of 'em, like John there, will just think how- other folks'll be comin' in an' med- dlin' with what ain't their business and tryin to git our possessions away from us." He shook his head sadly as he said this last; for he well knew that his son was not so far- sighted and keen-witted as he should be.

"I don't know but what it will be a blessin', but it does seem a shame fer so many woods and flowers and such like to be cut down," remarked Martha.

"Wall," observed Old Joel, "there al'ays had to be a start made somers and we can't keep all the prettiness God give us anyway, so it might just as well go for a road as well as anything else."

Martha only shook her head and resumed her work.

, That afternoon Old Joel chanced to be alone on the front veranda when John "dropped by" on his way from the store.

I "There's lot o' talk goin' 'round 'bout the road," he began, and as

i Old Joel merely nodded he went on. •"Some says as how they heard you'd

. let'em git the rock fer the river road outcn the quarey. I never put no

I ;;tock fer 1 knowed you wouldn't be havin' no city folks meddlin' 'round .he place."

, Old Joel slowly turned the pages of his book. "Wall, I reckon you heard

, right," he said. "Marthy signed the i papers jest this mornin' with one of

she men from over on the road. I | took him to be the one who's boss- , in' the job."

An incredulous look spread over John's dull countenance as he list- e.ied. "You don't mean to say that

I you'd have any o' them slick schem- i is on yore place? Well, I'll be what'll that woman be doin' next?"

'Whatever she takes a mind to, most likely," responded the old man

i ;i a sharp voice but as usual his anger against his son cooled as quickly as it had arisen, and lie went on in a calmer tone. "Son, if you'd ever see that you wan't the only reasonable person in these mountains, you'd git along a heap •ig'.it better. Marthy and me ain't as big fools as you take us to be, and siie does business the way I

t it done." John stood up, his face fiery red.

"All I've got to say is that you'll t this fool step yet." and hat

in hand he stamped, down the walk, muttering to himself, "That fool

an—that fool woman." Old Joel chuckled to himself over

imfiture of his son, but sob- ered with the thought that "Marthy"

continually being misunderstood by John and his wife. Sitting thus in the evening sun with the open Bible on his knees, many thoughts

d through his mind. As lie

looked out over their tiny yard where gay beds of old-fashioned flowers grew as if from the soft touch of some fairy who threw them in lovely profusion on either side of the pebbled path—then beyond to the home of his son, where no touch of color, no flowers, no sign of life added cheer to the scene, he wondered how two women living so close together in a mountain valley ould be so far apart in spirit. Could

it be possible that the shy sweet na- ture of the pretty girl his son had brought home from across the gap so many years ago had been subdued and crushed by the blunt, morose one of her husband? Why had John's mother left him when he had a prob- lem like this on his hands? She would have kept their son faithful to the tender love and teaching he had received at her knee—but no that was not fair to "Marthy." She had done all that her woman's nature would allow her to show his son that she had his interest at heart, that she loved him and his father and worked constantly for their good. Could not something be done to; make John and his wife realize the deep tenderness and love that burn- ed behind that forbidding look in her eyes?

'They just can't see, that's all," he murmered; "they just can't see."

The men came and went in the | quarry. For a week they had been working constantly there. Day af- ter day Martha went to the knoll, but would find no peace for her spirit. What with the deafening crunch of the rock-breaker, the ring-

| ing shouts of the workmen, and the thundering blasts of the dynamite. even the atmosphere seemed tainted ■■o that she could not breathe.

"Somehow I can't pray, 'The --win be done; as easy as other

mornings," she murmured; "Try as I might I can't see why it would be the Lord's will to root up what he planted in such a reckless offhand way. I guess Joel knew what he was talking about though when he said we couldn't keep all God's pret- tiness." She thus consoled herself and tried to be reconciled to the change going on beneath the "quar- ey" bluff.

It was morning. Martha arose as usual while the sun was peeping over the edge of Gumlog Ridge. Standing at the kitchen window looking toward the east she could

the awakening of their small world as it was bathed by the warm rays. As was hef habit of late she turned next toward the "quarey"

: bluff. With an exclamation of hor- ror she gasped out:

"'The tree, Joel, the tree." She could say no more, but snatching open the door she rushed wildly out, across the yard, over the furrows and up the knoll until she stood be- fore the spot where once the scarred pine had reared its lofty height..

"What have you done?" she de- manded of the workmen who stared in dazed wonder at the strange spec- tacle of a mountain woman dashing madly up the slope.

Done," they echoed. "We've done what the boss told us

got the rock out of this quarry. And we're gittin' ready to shoot off another blast, so you better move on."

"But the tree! the tree! Why did you go beyond the tree?" she repeated.

Just at this moment up strode the young engineer and she turned to

him with the same question. At

he did not understand, but ntinued to pour upon

him a jumble of "You went further

than the paper stated! That pine was the limit—I wont stand fer it!" He grasped the meaning of it all and tried to explain that he had mistaken her to signify another tree further down the knoll.

"It was this here one, and you heard me tell you in so many words to put it on the paper where you would be shore and see it. I wont' stand fer it, I tell you. I won't stand fer it!" Her voice rose higher and higher until she .vas on the verge of screaming.

Eager to check this torrent of ac- cusations he said, "Suppose we change the terms of the paper. I'll pay you,—well, say half as much is we gave for the rock we've haul- ed,—for the rest of what's here?"

e could see, however, that his efforts had only succeeded in fan- ling the flame already kindled.

"No! the paper stated this here pine tree were the limit and the limit it'll be. You can jest git your men and truck and git out, and git out now!" and turning she walked to the edge of the bluff where she stood, head erect as if she were a general directing a campaign.

"If that don't beat the Dutch!" exclaimed the engineer as he saw further efforts were useless. "That's just the way with these folks, al- ways feeling run over by something 10 bigger'n a mole hill. Well, boys, might as well move on to the Old -VIill quarry. There wasn't much more here anyhow," and he strode quickly down the bluff muttering to himself as he went, "I never could understand women, anyhow."

It was late afternoon in the val- tey. Old Joel was patiently listen- ing to John as he related the fore- going events, witnessed by him

' from the "quarey" road. j "If I could jest git the sense of lit," John said, "her lettin' them

come in the first place, and then when they did come not gittin what she could 'fore they left. It shore puts me out how quare she does act."

Earthy knows her own mind, I guess, John," replied his father, which is more than I can say fer most folks 'round here. If she did- n't want that knoll tampered with then it's her business an' not yourn," and Old Joel settled back vith such an air of finality that John left him in disgust with a last retort of "That woman'll make a fool out o' you yet."

Old Joel slowly turned the pages >f the worn copy of poems he had 'oved so long until he found the words,

"The groves were God's first

temples," md as his eyes sought the bluff a rentle smile stole across his kind

old face. The western sky was flushed

vith the brilliant light of sunset. Streaks of golden vapor flamed

across the rose. A dash of royal purple, a rift of soft, deep blue in- termingled with the fading glory, and there against the darkening

ilendor of the glowing west stood he tall figure of a woman upon

knoll's smooth height, with out- stretched arms to meet the dusk.

Mary Pendergrass: My uncle from Venice is sending me a gondola, how will I learn to play it?

Jean Cotton: You don't play it, you throw it over your shoulder like .1 scarf.

Martha Jane: I just got a letter from home. Mary Branton: Fine, let's spend it.

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