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

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s W T V S T V C () AV O 19 11 and as devoted as she could be. She was so concerned and yet so tactful when her husband was in danger, that we run the risk when thinking of her, of neg- lecting her intellectual side. Yet she certainly ran to intel- lect — she spoke good Latin and went in for Greek and astronomy and things of that kind. Why all this about Calpurnia, you ask? Because she is the direct ancestress of Sarah Davis. And now we come to Omerea HoUoway. Nobody less than the noble Portia — the gentle, the wise, the strong — could be remotely related to our Omerea. Except for the slightest possible tendency to gayety among the girls, Omerea has all of Portia ' s discriminative judgment, her naive characterization of men, her de- lightful humor, her dignified calmness, and her court room majesty. While from Omerea ' s lips come in perfect harmony Portia ' s immortal words : The quality of mercy. But this year sees assembled these choice spirits incarnated as members of the class of 1911. Olivia, Lucile, Estelle, Omerea, Essie and Pearl are what might be called charter members, being the six original members who have persevered unto the end. Our Sophomore year ' ' so many fell by the wayside ' ' but we were recruited by Sarah Davis, Elizabeth Corbett, Nora Hart, and Caddobelle Parr. By the time we were Juniors our presence was felt throughout the College. We were the liveliest class on the campus. We were commonly referred to as The Juniors, the Jewels, the Stars in the College Crown. It was in these gloriously happy days we overpowered the Elizabethan Drama and conciuered the field of Psychology. Although the delightful Dr. Tucker had taught here for many years and had become hardened to many inquisitive classes, this Junior class put him out of business entirely, and lacldng the courage to face the searching intelligence of our questions another year he withdrew to New York for a less strenuous position. Mr. J. C. Calhoun is another who, single-handed and alone, could not manage the impetious intellectuality of the class and so another Mr. Calhoun was called in for his assistance. Then one night at the end of the year the Senior class collected their dis- carded books, placed them in a coffin, and made a moaning funeral procession in the dim light cloud veiled moon. This challenge, made by the awful, black robed moaning Seniors was not to be ignored by the Juniors. Dressing our- selves in the handiest garments possible, and draping ourselves in sheets, we assembled by treacherous candle light on the first floor of Bryan Hall. From here we sallied into the perfect May night to exhume the Senior books. Not a Senior was in sight. So making our way in two parties, across the much littered campus we finally espied the little mound. Quickly delving into it, we found not the Senior books — a box of Huylers. This was an interruption quickly disposed of. Intending to proceed in our search for the books, we were literally attacked by a vicious onslaught of the Seniors, who, rushing out from behind a pile of bricks, attempted to unsheet us. While the scrap ensued, Sarah and Estelle tipped cautiously and with considerable hesitation through the rough, unfinished lower hall of the new administration building and around to the north end of the campus and into the vestibule of the old building. Here concealed in the foliage of many thick pot plants, Sarah felt in 29

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F T A S T A C O TV O 19 11 wittedness of Iva Townsend ' s numerous scinlillations. So taken together, Iva and Bess for an ideal combina- tion, and their friendship is but a reproduction of the devotion of Rosalind and Celia, who as Celia said, Still have slept together, learned, played, eaten to- gether ; And whereso ' er we went like Juno ' s swans, still we coupled and inseparable. Imagine Lucile Gregory as a damsel in the days of chivalry when those funny old Knights met and fought with each other to see whose girl was the nicest. Imagine Lucile up in the towers of an old medieval castle industriously polishing the shield of the gallant knight who wasn ' t in earnest, and you can see how a little of the soul of the lovely Elaine has become em- bodied in the Lucile we know to-day. The low, broad brow, the long, slimberous, dark eyes, the full oddly- shaped lips, in fact the complete orientalism of Olivia originated where long ago, the River Nile flowed lazily, where the tropical sun, with its sword of firera heat, blazed from the Eastern sky, and beneath, the teeming earth reeked with the dark, glistening foliage of Egypt — the aged, the mysterious. The soul and the personal beauty of Olivia re- call the luxurious majesty of Egypt ' s empress — Cleopatra. Since Lonny Landrum and Irene McSween are such late scene of Senior hostilities with General Ignorance, it is rather just what their soul ' s histories have been during the by- gone ages. Still it is easy to place Irene, with her flashing dark eyes, and equally flashing, white teeth, her strong right arm and her reserve fund of stored up heroism, in France during the year 14 when, indeed, she lived and died with so much credit to herself as Joan of Arc. Lonny, busy, bustling, active, useful, reproduces Florence Nightengale, the original Red Gross Nurse. Nora Hart is the original Chinese Mission- ary. Long ago she lisped her 65 way into the heart of many a benighted Mongolian, and for reward for good work done in the past, she is working among the heathen of the Florida State College for Women, where her task is harder, but is in slightly more congenial sur- roundings. Mrs. Julius Caesar was undoubtedly a bright woman — and, as a wife, as delightful 28 arrivals hard to on the deduce

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ASTACOT 0 1911 the semi-darkness the rough edges of a box which contained, ! joy ! the Senior books. Giving the Junior yell they assembled their classmates who had suc- ceeded in routing the Seniors, and with Olivia leaping in the lead they gath- ered around the books, whipped out matches, set the pile on fire and danced joyously around the flames. The spot that marks the funeral pyre of those books shall be the garden spot for the Senior class flower, the coreopsis. At the opening of this last year the Seniors, joyous in caps and gowns, assembled in the unfinished halls of the new administration building. In the distracting, confused happiness of that morning we recognized Iva and Bess as fellow Seniors in all the dignity of the Senior robes. There were also two entirely new faces, and our delight was great on meeting Lonny Landrum and Irene McSween, who swelled our number to fourteen, making this the largest class which has yet graduated from this College. But already the tendency to reminiscenes comes over us. The past four years have much in common for the most of us, but there is an intangible sadness in reminiscences, and a very real sadness in the thought of the separations caused by graduating, but as that time is four busy months in the future, no word with a shadow shall be set dow n here. And thus the fourteen Seniors of 1911 close, welcoming the Juniors to the incomparable joys of Seniority. E. R. — ' 11. 30