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

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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

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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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THE ARGO. Behold the Argo, queenly ship, That ship so strong and bold, Thro ' stormy seas, thro ' oceans old, Xo wind can stay her trip. The Argo, forward we her launch, With fifty oars so strong. With Argonauts who bear no wrong, What ship so brave and staunch ! Now thro ' the deep and warring oceans, Now over silvery calms, Unstrained she glides, a queen in arms, All filled with deep emotions. Not for petty gain and lust, Not for idle cheer, But to bring a prize so dear As this annual, we trust. Onward let her bravely glide, Let her banners wave, Argonauts, Oh ! crew so brave, Guard her with true pride. Let Orpheus ' strains her spirits buoy, Apollo ' s lyre ring out, And Argonauts, with hearts so stout, Row forth, ahoy! ahoy! Mary Shutan. sn