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OMICRON WELCOMES YOU!!

Dear girls all,
A s the months fly by, Omicron is realizing with an excited

throb of the heart that Convention is, to paraphrase Coue,
"day by day, in every way, coming nearer and nearer." T o
those of us who have been to other Conventions, that throb
means a mixture of delightful memories and almost fearful
hopes that this Convention may be sometime a happy mem-
ory, too. T o those of us who haven't been, it means just a
general feeling of unbelievable content and anticipation. Omi-
cron realizes indeed what a high standard has been set for
her by earlier Conventions, and she and the other Southern
chapters know that they must work and plan their hardest
even to begin to equal them. But we're hoping that you won't
find our reputation for hospitality all unfounded.

A s to the place—are we all of the visual—imagination
type, I wonder? Most of us are, and it is to that "most" that
we shall make our first approach. What does Whittle Springs
look like, then? Picture a big, rambling, white building, with
tennis courts and golf links, and with a big swimming-pool
at one side. Does that mean "bring your bathing suit"?
Picture, if you prefer indoors on a June day in Tennessee,
huge shady porches, big cool dining-rooms, a dancing-pavil-
ion with a really G O O D orchestra—But we've forgotten to
appeal to the person of other than visual imagination, haven't
we? T o the others, then—yes, you'll need summer clothes, and
that I S fried chicken you smell, and the June breeze brings
just enough of it to tempt you. Something else smells good,
too—it's the wild flowers roundabout. Perhaps your bathing-
suit, drying in the sun, may add a not-so-pleasant whiff (wool
does smell so queer!) but you remember the delightfully cool
splash you had early, and suddenly you realize that it's al-
most chilly this evening, and that perhaps there Will be a wood
fire in the big fireplace. Even if there isn't, there'll be dancing,
with the aforementioned orchestra—and that brings us back
to our starting point. Take it all in all, Whittle Springs is
just a big. comfortable, homey place, with a good orchestra,
good spring water, and that most-to-be-desired thing in all
conventions—a good cook. W e think you'll like it.

But we're not planning to show you Whittle's alone. W e
want you to know the Hill—how tiny our University will look
to you Western girls, especially! but how we hope you'll love
its homeyness—and its shabbiness—for we do. There are
H I L L S , too, besides "the Hill" for we want to take you up

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