Florida Southern College - Interlachen Yearbook (Lakeland, FL)

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Ml Mutiny on the Bounty A CONFERENCE Dramatis Personae: President Summa Cum Laude, Deans Magna Cum Laude, Cum Laude, and Laude. Pres. S. C. L: Gentlemen, we are confronted with a serious situation. Our seniors, with one voice, have informed me that they refuse to graduate! I ' m flabbergas . . . er . . . ah . . , nonplussed. Not in fifty years ' experience have I known a senior to shudder at the thought of leaving college with his sheepskin under his arm, his con- fident gaze piercing the sky of the future, his — Dean M. C. L: Now, now . . . easy does it. It may be just spring madness ... or vitamin deficiency ... or (laughing) the New Deal. Pres. S. C. L: That ' s just it! The specter of W. P. A rears its ugly . . . looms before them. They want to remain tied to Alma Mater ' s apron strings all their lives ' We ' re stuck with them 1 We ' ve made them as happy here as ... as pigs in clover. Dean Laude I in distant reverie I : We had my wife ' s brother and his family to dinner one night That was years ago. (Sadly) They ' re still with us. Dean Cum Laude (facetiously): Confucius say sheepskin passe. No longer skin you love to touch. Pres. S. C. L. (sternly) : My good man, your levity is ill-timed. Try to understand the seriousness of the picture. In years to come, unless we solve this problem now, our campus will be crawling with thousands of ungraduated students, beginning all over again as freshmen, shoving eagerly into lectures, drinking thirstily at college fountains . . . and incidentally, rendering our food supply null and void ! Dean Laude: We ' ll get social security for them ... for all of us! Dean M. C. L.: Why not? Think . . . this is a blessing in disguise We ' ll rear a new race of men and women unspotted by the world . Promethean giants ' (A commotion is heard outside. Excited voices, shuffling of feet, then a hush, as the President of the Senior Class enters, humble, apologetic). P. ofS. C. : Sirs, it ' s all a mistake! We were, ah . a bit headlong I mean head- strong, that is, precipitant . . . Pres. S. C. L.: Try a simple word, you ninny . . . out with it ' P. of S. C: Well, we want to graduate after all. Couldn ' t stay on in school here, by any means My girl says she ' ll marry me, and she ' s persuaded her dad to give me a job. And the idea ' s caught on! All the seniors are working on it. Except a few . . . and they are affiliated with the Fuller Brush Co, Real Silk Hosiery Co., and one or two hope to work into the consular service by way of the W. P. A ! We love the old Alma Mater, sure, but Life Marches On ! ( Exeunt ! . Pres. S. C. L. (as Deans M C , C. L. and Laude mop relieved brows and make bleat- ing noises) : Come along to the S. A. B. I ' ll set you all up to a Bromo Seltzer ' • ♦ ♦ ♦

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