Louisiana Polytechnic Institute - Lagniappe Yearbook (Ruston, LA)

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to do that, before we finally decided some other way. Our reception was considered by all present a success in every particular, and it established in the minds of the Seniors the new thought that they were not the only persons on the globe, which they reluctantly admit¬ ted. After we had climbed the same old stile for four years, we had with the help of the insignificant “Freshies,” worn it out, and the President saw fit to have another put there especially for the ’06’s to walk over during their last year at the L. I. I. We were all sorry on our return for the Senior year to find that Henry would not be with us. We called a class meeting and Corrie, our dignified member, was chosen President. The ’05 class bragged about their plans, prospects and the de¬ termination to execute each and all of these plans, but they never thought or dreamed of as many as those with which we ascended Sen- iordom. Ere reaching this point we have met with many difficulties and overcome most of them. Now a change has been manifested in the class; the spirit is the same but something has happened—Iru, our mother, has fallen in love, and this, together with preparations for her demonstration lecture and the Mozart Club practice, more than fills her time. Poor Ma! she always worries about her sewing and cooking, and is always frightened when she has to appear on the program with the Mozart Club, for she knows “they are sure to make a failure—they never practice enough to know the songs.” Poor Ma! everyone has his troubles though. And Mr. Lupo is not the same as when he entered 2-1. He has worked in the shops so much that his aspirtions have fallen from the governorship of Arkansas to the position of fireman in the Louis¬ iana Industrial Institute. After Mr. Lupo began taking shop work we all knew something would come of it—though, as the oldest mem¬ ber of our class, we have respectfully looked up to and obeyed him in all class matters—when they suited us. Belle would be the same old girl if she would only leave the 1-1 boys alone. She is really worse than Miss Cross, if it be possible, when it comes to smiling at the boys—some day people will hear from “the belle” of our class and say, “So it was written, and so it came to pass,” for she always aspired to great things and was always confi¬ dent of success. She was the leader of the Shorthand class and was 25

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you do any way. Don’t ever forget this and you will come out all right —for that is what we did. Then came the end of our Freshman year, and after vacation we eame back to school to take up the same old daily routine—not as “Freshies,” understand, but as Sophomores. We felt big then. No Senior in school felt any more important than did Pauline, Iru, Baxter, Belle, Margaret, Mr. Lupo, Floyd, Paul and Evelyn, when their classifi¬ cation cards read 3-1. It was about this time that honors were heaped upon us along with the allotted amount of study. Several oratorical contests were won by members of our class; other members took part in the various contests but failed. About this time we felt that we were old enough to have a class meeting as did the Juniors and Seniors. So before we completed our third year we were an organized class. Again in 3-2 we had to laugh at Mr. Taylor’s stale jokes, but we laughed, and helped him dig the beds and plant flowers on the campus, too, because we knew it was the time to laugh, and we wanted Mr. Taylor’s good will in our other two years. After another vacation we assembled in the same old class rooms, our original class, with the addition of two names, Corrie and the jester of our class, Houston. One afternoon we had a class meet¬ ing and reorganized, Henry Burt being chosen as our president. We had class meetings every Friday afternoon and, as none of us had ever attended any other class meeting, we thought the thing to do was to have a program. So for some time we had quite enjoyable meetings, but soon found it was such a hard matter to keep Pauline and Houston from talking while the program was going on, that we decided to dispense with the program, talk and have a good time, which we proceeded to do. Houston persisted in bringing apples to the meeting, and this suggested the idea—why not have something to eat sometimes? This plan was brought before the class and it was unanimously decide d that we eat. Houston and Baxter were appointed to smuggle some fruit and other eatables up to the book-keeping room, where we could do justice to them after school. (They brought the fruit, each member sharing equally the expense, which we all gladly did.) This was declared by all the most enjoyable class meeting spent by us as a Junior class. We all looked forward to the annual reception we were to give the Seniors. We toiled many hours thinking how to do this and how 2 4 .

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never sick enough to cut that class, for she was extremely fond of Stenography. Baxter, better known as “Pat,” was a favorite of the class and of the English teacher, for he always knew his English lessons and was always ready to laugh at everything. He was the original mem¬ ber of our class and did not know what the word fail meant, for didn’t he win the Lomax preliminary mid-term contest ’06, besides several other contests in ’051 And don’t you remember how successfully he put the interrogation mark after the ’05 1-2 motto on commencement day, when the “Big Seniors” were in the reception room feeling their importance as graduates? And oh, the expression of their faces when they saw what “Pat” had done! Baxter also was the thief and black sheep of the class, for was he not guilty of stealing? Yes, he actually stole a chicken to make chicken salad for our Junior- Senior reception. As he was afraid to go alone, Belle helped him to commit this theft, but they have long since been forgiven for that, as “a thief is an abomination in the sight of the Lord, but an ever¬ present help in the time of need.” Speaking of Paderewskis, we are led to think of the two we have in our class—Corrie and Pauline. Some mention has already been made of Pauline, and you almost know her. Her liking for History was not excelled by any other member of the class. She is a girl who was strongly and bitterly opposed to substituting one subject for another and could never see why anyone wanted to get out of such an interesting subject as history—especially if Mr. Logan was the teacher. Corrie was our Political Economy pupil and of the subject she was exceedingly fond. Such a thing as nap in class never dis¬ tressed her mind, but her eyes easily succumbed. However, as she is so dignified you must not expect anything funny about her, for Corrie was a very quiet girl and never laughed or said anything funny herself. Then there is “Jigger” Roney, who, upon being introduced to anyone, would always say “Glad to know you, Mr. or Miss Jigger,”— hence our name for Floyd. He is always ready and willing to help anyone who has the misfortune to get into trouble—in fact, he will help you get into trouble. “Jigger” is the original and witty member of our class, and has a voice that would charm a Chinaman. His love s6