Florida State University - Renegade / Tally Ho Yearbook (Tallahassee, FL)

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our jolly thirteen took Greek in preference to French; but the Greek Class has gone to keep company with other historical records of the Seminary. This was the Freshman Class, and fresh as were its members, it was left in the shade the follow- ing year when we entered All wise fool ' s class, — Sophomore. It was in this class that we made such a reputation for ourselves, and 1 think a special chapter ought to be dedicated to its history. We were still known as That Latin-prose Class, or That Greek History Class. Now I think that the Greek History was as much of a star as the Latin-prose Class, and shall tell one of its jokes (? ' . — The so-called Peanut Party. One day one of us was reciting — which was something unusual — and so interested was the Prot. in the recitation that he did not notice the peanut party. Finally, when he did turn his attention to the rest of the class, it was just in time to see two of the young ladies as they were about to eat their last peanut. These two, being kept in, confessed that they had been eating peanuts. But Loyalty to Each Other, being the class motto, they did not tell on any one else. Yet it hurt them to be the first and only ones ever to be caught up with, especially at this time when all were in the mischief. So, while walking home together, they evolved a plan to get some of the others into the trouble without telling on them. They phoned to one of the girls of the class — call her B. — that the Prof, had given them twenty-five demerits, but that he would take them off if she would go to him and penitently beg his pardon. Here is the dialogue that followed the next morning: B. Professor, did you take off my demerits? Prof. • ' What demerits, Miss B. ? B. Those you gave me yesterday. Prof, (watching her closely) What did I give you demerits for yesterday? B. Because I ate some peanuts in class. (Class explodes with laughter, and B. knows some one has played a trick on her). 19

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SENIOR CLASS 0(= 1901. c p ' UCH a class! Indeed it is to be congratulated in its brilliant career. Such a record ! Shall I say it was attained by a fortunate accident, or by faithful application of the means to the end in view? As much pleasure as possible, with as little work as possible, for Too much work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. 1 ' As Preps, there were forty-eight of us. Not very much was accomplished, because there were too many to carry out our plans successfully. ' ' Too many hands in a pot always spoils a dish. How- ever, certain ones generally managed to borrow a key to Dubb ' s arithmetical problems, from the Prof. ' s desk, (when lie was not looking). The next year there were not so many of us, for only a chosen few passed the Exams. It was then that we decided our future career, by choosing that interminable Latin work. But we made good use of our opportunities and laid a firm foundation for the Latin-prose, which was to begin the next year. The third year we began to translate Caesar, which we found very difficult. But fortune kindly (.) favored us. and one bright morning we found nicely put away, in his stable in the library, a beautiful little pony. How many times it now became necessary to consult the Encyclopedia. As only two were allowed to go at one time, we had to ride and tie; but we found it much easier to go r iding over the level ground on a pony than to blindly feel our way along rough passages. Staying- after school, however, for Latin-prose until five p. m every day for a week, when the State troops were encamped here was really torturing. But. if we must do a thing, we must; so resigning ourselves to our fate, we determined to make the best of it. And this we did (?). But all joys (?) must have an end; so ours of the third year class were ended when we became Freshmen. Then began the trials of the French class added to those of Lalin-prose. Two or three of 18

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Prof. Now, Miss B., you have let some one fool you. I did not give you any demerits, but since you have told me yourself, I shall take the trouble to see if anyone else was eating. As was our custom, (?) every one confessed. The result may well be conjectured. We never again ate peanuts in class. This is only one of the Sophomore jokes on record. But the memory of all is carried on with us, as happy reminders of the year. The distinguishing characteristic of the Junior year was the Bright Chemistry Class. Now we could go to the chemical laboratory when we wished to work up back experiments ; but you may be sure there was more fun than work, excep t when the Prof, entered the room. Then every one was interested in some one important experiment, which ever stood in readiness in case of an emergency, and this one generally the making of oxygen. It was during this year that our pony was found, and ' riding further forbidden. Now per haps older and wiser heads will think it best to do without ' •ponies, but we always favored any modern invention devised to aid in a student ' s transportation over the royal road to graduation. When this book appears, our work as seniors and as members of the W. F. S. will have nearly finished. Although we will be glad to receive the coveted sheepskins, it cannot be but with a feeling of sadness that we refer to that time when we will close our relations as active students of the West Florida Seminary. We realize that we have not made the best of our opportunities, yet will the remembrance of our Alma Mater be one of the brightest pages on Memory ' s Scroll, Historian. no