Florida Agricultural College - Pinakidia Yearbook (Lake City, FL)

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But, as the demands of the inner man are satisfied, the eating grows less and the conversation commences. And it C3I11C to pass that those things which were not spoken of in the Mess Hall had never been heard of at any time or place: in fact, they never had been, and Very likely never would be. SELAH. But it also came to pass that some did eat long and seemed little interested in the talk, and behold I they would fain eat biscuits instead ofjoining in the coversation-in the words of the poet UD : Heimburger in the Mess Hall sat, NVhence all but him had fled 3 He could not join in their pleasant talk For his mouth was full of bread. -.4150 !IH07U'NIOI!5. Suddenly a plate is dropped, and the scene of quiet conversation is changed into pandemonium. Cries of Speech I Speech E I5 cents ! jo cents E Save the pieces El' and other gentle expressions rend the Mess Hall atmosphere, making holes in it big enough to stick your hat in. Peace is restored, however, and quiet reigns supreme. i,NI'l'.il A few dialogues from the Mess Hall will show why we turn out so many polished conversationalists from our midst. DIALOGUE r. ' Sfnze, Staff mess. Timf, any old meal. Uinter Rowe, Thompson, Saussy, Ives, Clute and Pattillo. All take seatsj IvEs.- This is a warm crowd at this mess. CLUTE.- Maybe that's why the butter is so soft. CReaches for a biscuit.j VVhat species are these P Ives.- Oh, they are that other kind, you know. You saw them on the Christmas tree. SAVE-SY.- That reminds me of a story. Once- 4 IVES.- I've got to go to town. Come on, Ike. tExit Ives and Clute.j PATTILLO.- Think I'll have to see the Comd't. CkEXit Pattillo.j THOBIPSON.-l' I don't believe I care to eat anything to-day. CExit Thompsonfl 105

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The Mess Hall. BY THE AUTHOR. Prof. Stockbridge had a little goat, Its fleece was white as lead 5 r One day it ate a Mess Hall Biscuit, And now-poor thing-it's dead. -CLUTE. In the beginning, the Legislature created the college and the Board of Trustees: the Board of Trustees created the Faculty 1 the Faculty created the Superintendent, and the Superintendent created the Mess Hall, and Superintendent and the Faculty and the Board of Trustees and the Legislature saw that it was good. AMEN. In college life at the F. A. C. probably no one thing is so deeply impressed on the average mind as is the subject of this article-the Mess Hall. It is very deeply impressed about three times a day on weekdays, and about the same number of times on Sunday. It is even more deeply impressed when the cook is late and breakfast is held Without biscuits. But, alas ! it is most deeply impressed when, on the fifth day of eight months in the year, we ramble to the Auditor's desk and dash down ten big, hard dollars funless it is in paper moneyy with as much indifference as if We were used to ealifzg 320 bills and throwing dollars at stray dogs. CBut we don't feel that way.j Yea, verily I say unto you, it is by that time so deeply impressed on our minds physically, mentally, morally and financially, that we couldn't forget it in our sleep. SEL.-XH. But to understand the Mess Hall one should enter therein. In marches the cadet battalion and Major Rowe's ringing voice Qrings like a ten-cent sleigh bellj gives the command, Take seats. This seems to be taken as a signal to take everything else within reach, and for a few moments nothing is heard but the calls of the mess carvers- H2O, George I Bring those 44,5 ! Some of the old stand-by I -which mean, when translated, that sundry persons want bread, water and syrup. O, syrup ! Allow me to quote again : L' When in after years we all look back Upon our college days so dear, We'll wonder then as we do now Why Mess Hall syrup acts so queer.''-.41zo1zymo1zs. 104

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ROWE.- Guess it's time to inspect. QRises to inspect.j N. B.-These boys had been there before. Saussy's story will be published in the next X ear Book DIALOGUE 2. Srezze, Star Messf' Time, supper. CMann, Finch, Stoy and Perkins seated. Enter Carrel, late J MANN.- Wonder where Carrel's been ? FINCH.-H Can't imagine. Didn't know ,he ever went anywhere. MANN.-U Where do you think he'll go to-night ? FINCH.1c. DOn't know. Heard he was going to the castle. MANN.- You don't -ay so. VVell, well. fSings.i7 I was bred in Cleveland and she in CARREL.-L' Hold on there, man. Let ine tell you a good one. VVe1l 'I-etc., etc etc At this point Perkins laughs and breaks up the conversation. Perkins's laugh xx ould break up house keeping, and he isn't allowed to laugh on Sunday for fear of breaking the Sabbath. DIALOGUE 3. VOICE.- Let's go? SECOND VOICE.-K' Let's go. PATTISHALL.1 L6'l 5 go ! QPat doesn't mean any harm, but his voice sounds like a rusty fog horn. y MAJOR ROWE.-Battalion, atten-t-i-o-n l And the scene is over. Verily, I say unto you, the Mess Hall is a strange place, and strange creatures do therein abound But verily, it is a pleasant place-an oasis in the day's dreary desert of Math., Botany and Phx sics In poetry Once more and for the last time : Forward, turn forward, oh, time, in your Bight 1 Make it be just about 5.10 to-night. Let me go in the Mess Hall and ill up my seat With a table of Old Mess Hall Grub o'er my feet. -From Me Se1zZ1'111f1zz's qf T. C. Thumjbsozz 106