Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-13

Gray dawn was streaking in through
| the windows when the tired musicians
at Taft hall rang down the curtain on
Georgia Techs second PAN Hellenic
dance this morning
The brightest colors were dropping;
the flowers had lost their bloom, the
natural ice punch bowls had become
misshapen and the tired eyes Of the
dancers blinked rebelliously against
unconsciousness until their pretty own
ers could be safe in mothers clasp once
more.
In their arms we're the bouquets OF
the night before and in their hearts
we're thousand feeting memories
chasing themselves like hobgoblins.
Maze of Beauty Everywhere.
No field of the cloth OF gold no Bel
glan festival was ever attended with
as much pomp and eloquence OF beauty
The hand Of the decorator had wrought
wonder with bits of green, yellow and
white ribbons and doggy pennants hung
against the wall. And decorations not
mural-wonders in silks and satins,
hmsy stuff az light as the soul Of
poet, gsrlands of lace de whatyoumay
calllt and pillows Of ribboned luxuries-
draped the youthful grace Of Atlanta's
dancing daughters
From out the mazes OF a woodland
bower the crash of music suddenly
came, and then began the beginning Of
the end-the finale of year OF strug
gle and the beginning Of a lifetime Of
struggle for the GO graduates who on
the morrow would be cogs in the world
and not students.
Coleman Leads Grand March.
William Coleman, OF Macon led the
grand march There we're twos, then
tours. then Fights. then some criss-
cross figures, then the scramble for
few minutes OF genuine two stepping.
Once when the dance was well on,
when thousand troths had been
plighted by the light of the pink
trimmed moon when a thousand angry
words had come and gone, when the
had reached the point where
he could trill by the minute and still
keep his eye on the girl in lavender,
ghost was invoked He came down from
the ceiling weird, diaphanous crea-
ture with arms waving No one but
the Greek letter lads knew who he was,
and even they seemed under a sort Of
fee-f fofum spell
Then suddenly the lights went out,
but the music made no pause. A
ghostly shaft shot out from corner
and partially covered the faces Of those
dancers in its path. For several mo-
ments it remained so, and then back
came the light as If in answer to some
Incarnation.
Farewels Are Whispered.
TN never see you again, will l,
Louise" said white trousered Clarence.
Louise made no answer, but hung
closer
81 am going away, you know, with
The Westinghouse people-no more
dances, no more ball games, no more
Sunday afternoon calls"
But you'll come back?" This time
il was Louise talking.
Louise, do you mean it." but the
rest was swallowed up in the shad-
ows. Young love and young hope pre-
sided over the FESTIVAL and the castle
n-the-air architect worked overtime
until the silver sandaled approach of
another day put an end to 1t all.
Tonight the seniors banquet is held,
closing the Tech festivities
The seniors who graduated are:
George Sale Jones, Jr Henry
Thurman Thompson, Robert Doug
las Conacher, Edward Hatch HUI
bert, William Hawkins Lamar.
Warren Austin Smith, Alonzo Lin
ton Lemon, Frank William Quarles,
William Alderman Linton, Harvey Nor
ris Pye, Alfred Quinton Smith, Clyde
Averett Byrd. Eugene Dixon Drum
mond, James Norris Moore. Jr.
Civil Engineering.
William Anderson Alexander. Wal
ter August Alchel Lewis jackson Bus