The log cabin Democrat., 1909-11-01
HALLOWEEN AT CENTRAL
GIRLS HAVE GREAT TIME ALL TO THEM
 SELVES.

Outsiders are strictly barred from witnessing the annual frolics of Cen tral College girls on Halloween, but by special arrangements this year The Log Cabin Democrat is enabled to give it's readers an insight of the mer- ry occasion.
 An invitation from Miss Mcdowell, assisted by the senior class, was is- sued to the school girls, and they knew before hand this meant "a genuinely good time" The entertainment given on Saturday night at Central under their auspices was no exception to the rule, for Halloween is one of the most pleasant occasions of all the school year. It is the night prophetic with charm and spell, ominous with its forebodings, and fateful in it's witch cry.
 "Of a the festivals we hear,
 Frae Han'sel Munday till New Year, There's few in Central held mair dear,
 For mrth I ween,
 Or yet can boast of better cheer,
 Than Halloween
 All of the decorations were in keep ing with the occasion, and at every vantage point in the dim lights of the "friars lanthorns" spook, witch, or a fairy presented itself to view. Some, even though they were girls, whistled under their breath to keep their courage cherry when on enter ing the doorway of the dining room, with the lights weirdly burning, they saw the witches around their pot over which hung a vaprous drop pro- found, and they felt that
 By the pricking of their thumbs
 Something this way wicked comes."
 However, on approaching nearer to drink of the witches broth from a seemingly boiling cauldron, using realing skull cup, the beverage proved | to be nothing worse than refreshing punch. While the charm and spell of the hour was upon them, some, and possibly all, resorted to the many haunts prepared by the witches or fairies where one might pry into the | future to find the name of future conjugal companion. It is generally conceded that girls are timid, but if you had seem them blind folded and 1 carried through the darkness, walking over ropes, stepping into buckets and head, at every turn they seemed to be struck in their faces by the wings of bats or other noiseless inhabitants of the air as they were led into cham Der of horror by will-o' the-wisp, you would think they were made of stern CT stuff than fear The old Scotch Spunkie, after taking the bandage from their eyes, made them drink from the cup of wisdom-a miserable draught-while all the while skull grinned at them with phosphorescent | light, and a skeleton rattled it's bones for very glee as cup of warm blood | CD was given them in which to dip their fingers before drawing their for tunes from the skull.
 The maddest time of the evening was when all gathered once more in the large dining room. Though not the twelfth night" the Lord of Misrule held full sway as the crowd passed from ore merry game to another and reached it's climax when the bobbing for apples began.
 After this three-course luncheon was served, when the girls were the served, the faculty were the servers. "Wi' merry songs and friendly cracks, I wat they did na' weary;
 And unco tales and funny jokes, Their sports were cheap and cherry; Till buttered sons, wi fragrant lunt, Set a their gabs a-steerin';
 Syne, wi shout a joy
 They parted off wi cheering
 Fri blythe that night"