Colorado College - Nugget Yearbook (Colorado Springs, CO)

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EUPHROSYNE — I received a message from Minerva telling me how she is enjoying herself among the orange blossoms. THALIA — I never knew her well, but I ' ve heard her beauty is almost equal to that of Venus. PAN (sighing) — Where is Venus today? BACCHUS {aside to Pan) — Miss Diana objected to having Cupid around, and all that sort of thing, so Mother Venus stayed away. NEPTUNE — Have you noticed how much Mars ' thoughts have been taken ii]) with Europa this last year? DIANA (hears only last part of speech) — Are you contemplating another trip, Mr. Mars? MARS (after embarrassing silence) — Not at all, not at all. ( Cnmus sleeps. ) (At other end of table.) AESCULAPIUS (aside to Deucalion) — By the way, Deucalion, I wish you ' d return that diamond stud you borrowed for that banquet. I wanted to wear it tonight. Say, that ' s a fine tie you are wearing. DEUCALION— That ' s one I borrowed from Pan. PAN — Pardon me! Did you speak to me? DEUC. — No, I was speaking of something belonging to you. PAN — Pardon me ! BACCHUS — Not one of his affections. 1 hope? DEUC— No, of his tie. BACCHUS — I see nothing remarkable about that tie he has on — AESCULAPIUS — Dene ' s speaking about the one he has on. PAN — I hope you are not thinking of returning it, Deuc. ( General laugh. ) BACCHUS — While von are returning borrowed articles you might bring back my dress shirt. MARS (from other end of table) — Yes, and my dress shoes. VULCAN — And my tack hammer. AEOLUS— And my silk hose. THALIA — They ' re treating you shabbily, Mr. Deucalion. I don ' t believe they have left you a thing but your silk hat. AEOLUS — Oh yes, Miss Thalia. There is a picture of a certain couple that no one has claimed yet. (Ominous silence. Deucalion turns red.) AESCULAPIUS — Pluto, the fumes from your place have troubled me a good deal of late. PLUTO (shaking zvith laughter) — Too bad, too bad, but you know they will get loose sometimes. If they get too bad use a clothes-pin on your nose and hang an inhaling tube out of the window. (Diana speaks to Hebe, who rings a gong. All look up startled.) MERCURY — Ten o ' clock! We ' ll continue the discussion tomorrow. It ' s shpeed Miss Diana wants now, it sheems to me. (Exeunt omncs.

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{Splendid banqueting hall brilliantly lighted and richly furnished. Long table in center, gorgeously decked. ) Enter Mars and Ganymede. MARS — Not at all, not at all! They will all take their seats in the order in which they enter. GAN. — Very well, and will they all take wine? MARS — No, give them only ginger champagne. Bacchus would prefer heer, but Apollo can take care of him. He has charge of the individual courses. GAN. {somewhat flustered) — But, my dear Mars, wouldn ' t that cost extra? you know the — MARS— How ' s that? GAN. — Well, of course ,as you know, my friend Dr. Schliemann— Enter Diana. DIANA — Good evening, Mr. Mars. {Botvs to Ganymede.) Mars bows himself out. DIANA — How beautifully everything is arranged. GAN. — Such a splendid idea of yours, Miss Diana, to have the gods on the left side and the goddesses on the right. DIANA — After due consideration I have decided that it will be quite proper for this one evening to have them sit together, for you see, I shall be here, and I am sure Mr. Jupiter will agree with me. Enter Orpheus somezvhat preoccupied. Suddenly sees Diana and Ganymede. ORPHEUS — Yes. Is everything ready? GAN. — 1 had thought, Orpheus, that it would be a good plan for you to sit here. ORPHEUS — Yes. Shall 1 begin? Yes, this is a characteristic commence- ment. ( Sits at organ and flays the stirring strains of the march. Not Much. It Was — the Gods. ) Gods march in. led by Mars, and lake their places around the table. JUPITER — N-now, one and all, make a noyful joise. (General hum of conversation.) APOLEO — Miss Diana, did 1 ask you my last conundrum? I really think it ' s pretty clever. DIANA (leaning her elbows on the table) — Do let us hear it. APOLLO — With due apologies to Jupiter, why is he like yeast? NEPTUNE — Now isn ' t that like Apollo ' s modesty, to palm off one of my conundrums as his own ? MARS — Not at all. Give us the answer yourself, then, Neptune. NEPTUNE — You had better keep still, old man. I have some good ones on you. JUNO — What is the answer, Apollo? APOLLO — Why is Jupiter like yeast? Because it takes him to raise dough. MARS — Heard that seven years ago. Enter Aeolus, very much in his clement. PROMETHEUS — Ganymede, can ' t you shut off the register? There ' s too much hot air. (Aeolus subsides. ) 2T

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Colors : Yale Blue and Pearl Gray. YELL. Ollapadah! Ka-chu! Ka-ching! Flip-flop, flop-flip ! Boom ! Bang ! Bing ! Kick-a-poo ! Wal-a-pop ! Lingoom ! Losh ! Naught-five ! Naught-five ! That ' s no josh ! Class Officer: Dr. Slocum. officers. President — Maurice C. Hall. Vice President — Clara Cowing. Secretary-Treasurer — Mary Porter. 23