Louisiana Polytechnic Institute - Lagniappe Yearbook (Ruston, LA)

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1 ©It? ntuir ©laaa Motto: “Through difficulties to the Stars.” Colors: Green and White. Flower: Magnolia. YELL. (To be held in reserve and used only when the Juniors get too noisy:) Rah, Rah, Rah! Hear our fuss! ■ ■ ■ Razzle, Dazzle! Hobble, Gobble! Who is us! Vivilaca! Vivilaca! Vis, Vum, Vii! The Senior Class of L. I. I. Kis, Boom, Rah! . . Kis, Boom, Rix! The mighty class of Nineteen Six! Corrie Dawkins. Belle Bond. Baxter Robison. Pauline Smith. Margaret Johnston. Evelyn Allgood. Paul Fleming. Iru King, J. A. Lupo, .President .Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer .Musician .Historian .Prophet .Artist Houston Barnes, Floyd Roney. 22

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BAXTER ROBISON: Phi Delta. Mem¬ ber Lomax Literary society. Winner Lomax preliminary contests, ’05 and ’06. Editor-in-chief of Lagniappe. Secretary and Treasurer of Senior Class. Member of Glee Club and Y. M. C. A. Baxter loves to stand in with the teachers and chew “Kiss-me-gum. ” Gifted with an un¬ failing supply of good humor and a win¬ ning giggle. Always on hand for class meetings and always jolly. Nick-name, “Pat.” FLOYD RONEY: Alpha Omega. En¬ tered school, session 1902-03. Member Agatheridan Literary Society. Winner of Agatheridan preliminary contest, ’05. Senior class representative, ’06. Assistant Business Manager Lagniappe. Assistant in Book Room. Nick-name, “Jigger.” Is indifferent and rather inclined to be lazy. Admirable squelcher of freshies. Subject to wierd love siezures, and prides himself on “Not being a gallant lad.” Favorite song, “I feel like a morning star.” The best looking boy in the class, tho not a bit conceited over it. President and General Manager of Fudge Making department at Boys’ Hall. PAULINE SMITH: Sigma Lambda Theta. Entered school session 1901-02. Class Musician. Member Hypatian Liter¬ ary Society. Musical Editor Lagniappe. Our most popular member and of willowy figure. Very voluble in conversation. Her chief expressions are “Say you do” and “Ain’t it so.” Generous to a fault; will do any thing for her friends. Chief vir¬ tue is unselfishness, and greatest fault is affecting a love for “Polly. Con.” which she does not feel. Always on the look¬ out for fun. A good basket-ball player. Jolly, good, all-round girl. 21

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Itatnrg of tlf? junior (Ela 10 Just think—five long, long years since we started on this weary road that we have trodden so well. Five years ago, when the Industrial building was not so large or improved as it is today, and when the enrollment was not nearly s© large as now, three homesick, driedup looking beings (I won’t call them people, for they scarcely looked human) enrolled as students of this school. They began to work hard, for you know they were only sub-preps and they were all getting old enough to be further advanced. Everyone knows that at the Industrial you are classified according to the intelligent look in your face; but as these poor little people had their eyes full of tears and their faces covered with their handkerchiefs, Mr. Thatcher and Miss King could not see or tell whether they had any sense or not. And as none of them could utter a word for sobbing, they were unmercifully put in 1-1. This is the way Pauline, Baxter and Belle en¬ tered the Industrial. They studied and tugged away at geography and arithmetic until the first term was over, and they were promoted to 1-2. It has since been learned that Pauline was only promoted because she boasted of “going home if she didn’t pass,” and now we always know why she is going home at the end of every term; but she says now she is “really going home for good.” Work is hardly the name for what these children did in 1-2. And when commencement came and they received classification cards for 2-1, they thought they had really left Freshiedom behind for good, but—. On coming back the next fall quite a number of new names were added, and among those were Iru, Margaret, Henry, Mr. Lupo and Floyd. Diligently and earnestly we worked and mixed with work a little flirting—Margaret always boasting of the number of beaux she had on the string at one time. And so we finally reached 2-2. There we had quite a time with Mr. Taylor and his old jokes in the Botany class. I will here tell the future students of the school that if you want to win the undying love of Mr. Taylor, just laugh at all his jokes, no matter whether you see the point or not, for he will think 9 3