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

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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

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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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isten to Come, listen all unto 1ny song, It is no silly tale. 'Tis all about a Wonderful book, The juniors have for sale. The members ofthe junior Class A great year-book were making, And often by their anxious thoughts They set themselves a-quaking. They knew that they must write enough To H11 a hundred pages 3 And then the time they had for it, Would not make two men's ages. And then much money fhad to come From out somebody's pockets, To make our year'book's fame blaze out Like many bright skyerockets. M Tale of Woe. I07 So some of them, they went to work To make it a success, Some of them worked very much, Some more, some less, and less. Some would not try at all to help This helpless thing along, They seemed to think that all the class Had done them some great wrong. To Miss McClintock belongs the praise Of getting out this story. VVe wish that we 'might crown her head XVith everlasting glory. She cheered us on from day to day, And told us what to do, And helped us out in every way, To her all praise is due.