ACORN The Staff Literary Department Editor-in-Chief R .LEE PURRINGTON, '14 Associate Editor EVAH L. CRAGUN, '14 INA POULTER, '14 Literary Editors LE ROY LEISHMAN, '15 IVERA N. TRACY, '14 School Notes Editors ROXEY F. ROBSON, '14 LLOYD MILLAR, '14 Athletics THEODORE HERBERT, '15 GOLD A ENGSTROM, '15 Exchange Editors RETA ENSIGN, '15 Alumni ROSELLA FERRIS, 'OS Artist CLARK BARLOW, '16 Reporters OR A ENGSTROM, '14. JENNIEB CAMPBELL, '15. GLADYS PETERSON, '16. BRYANT J. FURNISS, '17. Business Department Manager W. IRVIN POULTER, '14 Assistant FIELDING B. BARLOW, '14 Assistant HARVEY L. TAYLOR, '14 Assistant L. VENICE JONES, '15 Assistant BRYANT J. FURNISS, '17 LITERARY The Influence of the White Carnation Ivan Randall was a young man with a very roving and unsettled disposition. He never had been satisfied since he, with his parents and an elder brother, had come to live in the little town of Branden. He was always looking for something bigger and more worth while. After the brother had married and Ivan was left alone with his parents he was more discontented than ever. His mother tried very hard to induce him to stay, but one day he said he could stand it no longer, that no one needed him anyway, so he left. Shortly after Ivan left home, Mrs. Randall received a letter from the lawyers of a near and dear friend, stating that the lady had died suddenly and wished Mrs. Randall to take her adopted daughter, who was then twelve years old. Mrs. Randall, knowing the child to have a sweet disposition, readily consented to raise her. Little Margaret Andrews had been in the Randall family not more than a week before she had made friends in Branden. One day Ivan very unexpectedly came home. He had made up his mind to go to South America and had come home to tell his parents good-bye. When he reached home the first person he saw was Margaret. She was busily weeding a flower garden that grew near the house. Randall thought he had never seen a more beautiful picture. Her dark hair fell in clusters about her face and her brown eyes wore a look of sadness and love. Ivan wondered who this lovely child could be. He was about to pass her when she said: "Is there anything I can do for you, Mrs. Randall is not at home." Yes," he said, "You may tell me your name and how vou came here." "Oh, my name is Peggy; what is yours?" "Ivan" 'What, you are not Mrs. Randall's boy, who went away and left her?"