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

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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.

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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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