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92 TO DRAGMA OF ALPHA OMICRON PI

NU. UNIVERSITY OF NEW YORK

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OMICRON. UNIVERSITY OF TENNESSEE

Girls, the suspense is awful, but as all of you have experienced

just such suspense Omicron need not give a detailed account of that

which we feel.
Our prospects look pretty bright at present. The Fish in whom we

are interested seem to be nibbling beautifully, but you can never tell
how nearly on the hook a fish is when it is under water. A good bite
does not always mean a fish to shore, and so we are rushing furiously,
being quite painfully polite and living in a mixed state of hope and
fear until pledge day, which has been set for February thirteenth,
and of course will be over before this issue of To DRAGMA.

As we have no new sisters to introduce we can only tell you of our
rushing and extend a hearty welcome to our new sister chapters.

On January fourteenth, from four to six o'clock, we entertained
with a tea in honor of the freshmen. The reception hall and dining
room of Barbara Blount Hall was beautifully decorated for the occa-
sion, the former with ferns and palms the latter with pennants, red
carnations, red candles, and refreshments. We say refreshments
because the table with the red light falling on silver and crystal
looked beautiful, and added quite a charm to the decorations.

Harriet and Roberta Williams of Chattanooga stood with the
active chapter in the receiving line and our alumnae came to the
front and assisted us in making this the affair of the season on
The Hill.

Aily Kyle has issued invitations for a party next week.
Louise Wiley will also entertain. Her party is to be a Valentine
party with Hearts for a diversion.
Of course we have planned for numerous minor affairs such as
theatre parties nights out, frat-room feasts and trips down town—
anything to occupy the freshmen's spare moments.

It is no easy task to rush during Examination Week, but Omicron

is certainly doing her best this year.

KAPPA. RANDOLPH-MACON WOMAN'S COLLEGE
It seems as if every time you hear from us, way down here in
Virginia, we're in the midst of something, rushing or exams or com-
mencement. This time it's the dreaded mid-years—and we do seem
hopelessly "in the midst"—but there's a better day coming soon,
lets hope. The fall and mid-winter months are not ever scenes of
much excitement at Randolph-Macon—the first and most demoraliz-
ing attractive season of rushing once over, it takes quite a while to