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

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Ivrts, N. CH.-XLKER. Miss PEAK. FRESHMEN. XV1GFr1f3LD. B,xRT1.E'rT. BUIE. BROWN, A. PATTISHALL. M ARZON I. SIMONTON. MISS BATES. Miss BROOKS. He doth, indeed, show some sparks that are lzkr wit VVhat a spendthrift he is of his tonguefl Let the world slide, I'll not budge an inch.' Her Voice was ever gentle and low 3 an exc She would not in a peremptory tone, Assert the nose upon her face her own. Comedy of Errors. Alas l They were so young, so beautiful, So lovely, loving, helpless. ellent thing in woman We all are poets when we wad a poem well. One language held l1is heart and lip. just at that age twixt boy and youth. VVhen shall we look upon his like again ? ' There are others Cbut he will not believe There's just One Girl. I want to be an angel, And with the angels stand, Or sit beside a skule marm, And hold her by the hand. 1 v i Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. Another little private Mustered in The army of temptation And of sin. The mirror of all courtesy. Good Heavens l Get back into your cradle. As fresh as rain on cherry blossoms. My lord, he loves me well. Not like other girls. 153

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MISS LEITNER. U And now-abideth Faith, Hope, Charity, these threeg but the greatest of these is Hope. PATTILLO, L. There lies a deal of deviltry beneath that calm exteriorf, IVIILLER, A. S. A merrier man, within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. Poet, artist, musician, these and more. All coons look alike to me. FLEMING. AL MANN. A head to plan, a hand to execute any form of mischief. SoPHoMoREs. Much Ado About Nothing? And when they yelled, we thought an ass did bray. LIVINGSTON. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy. Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desire ? MISS HIANNAH JEFFRIES. 'Z And, then, there's something in her gait. I hate all men. FULLER. God bless the man that invented sleep. Gim'me some terbaccaf' HUMPHREYS. I think the boy hath some good in him z He blushes. Like blushing maid, or blooming posyf' You will find her a shrewd contriverf' The lady doth pretend too much, methinksf' Enjoy the honey heavy dew of slumber. Thouvwear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame, and hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs. If the ladies were as much in love with 1116, as I am with them, how many hearts would broken ? CONE, W. 3 LE BARONQ BROXVN, M. There's small choice in rotten apples. BRIDGES. Be not simply good, but good for something. Are not great men the models of nations ? v v al MISS YOUNG. Al CRAVER. KINNISON, O. 152 b

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IvEs, H. Silence is often the most eifective eloquence. 'A The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. COOK. Incapable of mischief or criminal intention. Miss FUTCH. Sweet was her smile, but not for me. MITCHEL, J. g MAY. There's not a third one to be found. KINNISON, E. What is the little one thinking about ? A man who seems of cheerful yesterdays, HETEROCLYTES. To Fortune and Fame unknown. I' CARREL. One everlasting, damned, eternal noise. They always talk who never think. Swans sing before they die : 'twere no bad thing, Did certain persons die before they sing. FINCH. Wiser in his own conceit than seven men that can I'm not in the roll of common men. FONTAIN. The world knows nothing of its great men. as The offspring of the gods, tho' born on earth. Miss SUMMERs. H I do admire nice liille men. Hereupon confess, I am in love. Never unprepared. i' EDwARDs: S. K' COOGLER. Miss J. DE SHA. I am only one, But still I am zmef' With mincing step, small voice and languid eye. Miss SCOTT. Her hair dropped 'round her pallid cheek Like seaweed on a clam. How fluent nonsense trickles off her tongue. 154 and confident to-morrou s render a reason