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Show DIXIE GIRLS THE COUNTRY GIRL had arrived. It was the and event; advertisements were everywhere; the air was saturated with the event. Just six months before, Jean Carley left her country home and friends to attend a city school, the place she had dreamed of for so Girls clay much-talked-- long. Well did she remember the experiences of those months, and in panorama reviewed them as she hurriedly finished her work that morning. She thought of the day when she had walked along the hall and observed a group of girls looking at her. The expression on their faces and the twinkle in their eyes suggested to Jean that they were giving her a While passing, social examination. she heard one girl remark, Oh, shes just one of those country kids. A strange feeling seized her. She hurried by, ignoring the girls, but when once outside of the building she almost ran to her room she wanted to be alone. Yes, she wms hurt a new hurt. It was something she had never felt before. Confused memories floated through her mind; her home, the country, the hills and fields, and that great that every country girl loves. She would go home. Perhaps Old Joe, the prospecter, was Dont let er right when he said: go, Dan, You see these ere gals of made for the big cities 'ourn war-n- t But Old Joes and education. pleading was all in vain. She had come here to school to be sneerer at and shunned by the girls. Then she buried her face in her hands and thought long, and deep. How well she remembered the moring she had left, and her mothers last words, Good-bymy girl. Take care of yourself. Dont forget your old mammy and daddy. They want to see you have a chance like Then she had turned other girls. away. But Jean saw her mother wipe a tear from her eye, with the cheap percale apron, and Jean could not help but notice the sad expression on her fathers face and the lump in his throat as he said goodA few tears rolled out from bye. the corners of her large brown eyes. Her country life and training had given her a strong active mind as I love athletics, she well as body. I am not city-breeven if thought, Then she remembered her first class After she had in physical education. taken her place in line, a giggle pas-se- p among the girls because hef suit had an old fashioned appearance. Jean had a sunny disposition and was move or less determined. However, due to her country life and training, or rather the lack of training, she I was not refined and cultured, won't go home! she exclaimed half I am a country I won't. aloud. a not but Im quitter, and I'll girl, The vision of her fqher prove it. and mother flashed through her So with a new determind again. mination, she dried her eyes, rubbed the powder puff over her nose, tied her kitchen apron on, and went to prepare supper, for the landlady was rs e, time domestic helper, although it took much of her valuable time. The next morning found Jean in her usual place in the class room. She tried hard to force the same hearty smile, but it was only a miserable grin. She avoided the girls as much as possible, yet tried to be sociable. One by one the days dragged on. Each one brought its defeats as well as its victories, and its joys as well as sorrows, but Jean was forging ahead. In spite of her crowded days, she had made use of the late hours, and had learned the value of time. Through sheer effort she had won, but not without tasting defeat. She had tried for a place in her class play, only to learn that she was not adapted for this life. She participated in short-stor- y and oratorical contests, sometimes to meet defeat. It was only the vision of the little cottage and her parents that made her keep trying. She remembered her mothers saying; It doesnt pay to give up. Many a night found her pondering over her lessons while her mind was in the ballroom. She would picture herself in a delicate evening gown, sivaying gracefully to the music, joining in the laughter and catter of the crowd. Then again she could see herself enjoying a moonlight stroll, or her nimble fingers working on nice linen at some sewing circle. If she could only enjoy the social side of life. But when her dream ended there she sat with an open book belesfore her, and those never-endin- g sons staring her in the face. Through hard and constant study, she established a record in her class work; and in her physical eduation classes her country vigor put her at the top. She had won the respect of her teachers. One by one she had gained the friendship of her classmates. Although she was still jilted by some, she had a smile for every one. Frequently those same words, Oh, shes just one of those country kids, flashed through her mind, followed by a deep blush, then that old familiar smile. Sometimes she almost hated herself for coming, or for staying. Again she almost felt paid for the effort she had made, in spite of the sneers and criticisms she re- NATURE'S QUEEN' THE COUNTRY GIRL (Prize Poem ) Lola Heaton (Second Prize Poem) Mabel Jarvis As I came today from the woodland To meadows flowery and green, I met there a beautiful maiden; A wonderful "Woodland Queen. Oh you may paint her if you will With curling hair neath bonnet frill. Sighing across the rustic gate. For city lover, lost or late; I have wandered in beautiful gardens I grant you may have met some day, Some such a maiden, on your way. Of flowers with fragrance rare, But she's more than these cultured You may write sorrow in her face. roses Because she lacks the city's pace. To you she may want jovousness. She's wonderous beyond compare. May always wear a gingham dress. This flower is a country maiden: But with none such as her you'll find Her hair from the Sunkist's gold, The one I'm keeping in my mind. Her life like the blossoming roses n Brought to view in the buds unfold. Maude Muller raking hay, come Has across way. your maybe . Her eyes are the velvet of violets, With torn straw hat, and shoeless The depth of their purest blue, feet. The light of the stars in the heavens With the grace of God beaming To fill your glass with nectar sweet. From out the babbling brook; a through. queen Her cheeks like the rich wild roses, Dreaming of all that might have Neath an auro of glistening curls, been. Her lips are sweet smiling rubies, Whate'er your canvas may impart. Her teeth immaculate pearls. The country lassie of my heart Not like a flower in a hot house Is just a roguish nymph of joy, Colorless, frail, and faint; Romping with ardor of a boy, For she loves to romp oer the mead-- . And still not lacking that demure, ows, Sweet girlishness, the charm of her. From nature she gathers her paint. with rosy Fragrant, Her heart like her eyes, big and cheek, tender. That need not of cosmetic speak; None truer, more pure, could you Eyes bright from hours of slumber-sweet- . find; She thinks of the sick and the help- Voice like the lark in cold or heat; less, Practical, helpful, full of fun; Of cheering the poor and the blind. All of the worth-whil- e girls in one. Her voice is the song of the brooklet That is happy from morning till The more than unusual lack of innight; telligence among the students that is the sunshine Love and good-wi- ll morning had got under Mr. Picketts That follows it in its flight. skin. Class is dismissed, he said, She is my Queen of the Woodland, Please don't flap your A flower so sweet and rare, ears as you pass out. Nature provided the garden And she grew by the Masters care. Edith Fawcett (in English class) Did you ever go fishing Reid: What part of speech is woman? with a girl? Woman isnt a part Henry Miles Once. of speech at all, shes the whole Henry: Did she protest against thing. Reid: hurting the fish? No; she said she was Henry: As a rule men have Husband sure they were all perfectly happy be- better judgment than women. cause they were all wagging their Wife Yes, dear, because you tails. married me and I married you. ceived. A class of boys had been studying All this flashed through her mind and one wrote a composition biology and she felt the urge of home as she of the Among the many spine. work. hurried about her morning sent in was the following: papers Two o clock would come before her The spine is a bunch of bones that work was finished. runs up the back and holds the ribs. At two oclock the crowd had gath- The skull sits on one end and I sit on ered, and the girls, all in uniform, the other. inarched out on the campus. It was track-mee- t. to be a memorable June Why do I struggle with Once more Jean reflected on the this piffling job? past, but foremost in her mind was Rose A. Dont be discouraged; her country home. A shrill blow of was once the whistle caused her to forget the think of the mighty oak it a nut like you. numbereven the She forgot past. less eyes that were fixed upon her. Then she heard She was swift and graceful in her kid lead the rest? running, and she finished exception- her name, next was the shouts and ally well. Everything had gone off cries of the crowd, she realized what The whole afternoon it all meant, she had won. as planned. Her opponents came to congratuhad been a success. Jean knew this, surged near. she had heard loud applause, now late her, her class-matshe waited breathlessly for the deci- She found herself in the midst of an new-mow- clean-bathe- Papa declares that Dorothy W. his greatest treasure. Then he Indeed! Gar A. inst as wealthy as I supposed. I am I haven't Helen Moody: slept for days. Mae: Smatter? Sick? Helen M: No, I sleep nights. Mr. Homer: Young man, do you know anything about this course? A little, sir. What would Carl: you like to know? Men as viewed by women; They are like eggs either fresh, rotten, hardboiled, or just naturally spoiled. Brown never completed his did he? No; he died a bachelor. of the judges. Everything admiring throng. The power, the personality, and seemed different; something within Mr. Smith (to class crossly) determination of the country girl the was the her told her that here highest away. Every time I start to say something, In order to lessen expenses, Jean score. Yet, she doubted, for could it had won. some fool talks. Marva Crosby country had accepted the position of part- - be possible, wTould the sion |