Louisiana Polytechnic Institute - Lagniappe Yearbook (Ruston, LA)

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When we became Seniors we numbered twenty, but there were five of us who did not quite reach the required standard at the end. A deep gloom was cast over the lucky ones and it was with regret and sorrow that our number was reduced to fifteen. They did not fail, because they did their best, and one who does his best and measures up to his ow n standard, even though it be not that of others, is not a failure, but a success. It was with reluctance that w r e gave them up and with jealousy that we now r watch them day by day lest they should forget us and count themselves members of the present Senior Class. We still consider them as members of our class, for had it not been for their efforts in helping us fight our daily battles, we could not have attained our success. It is with sadness when w r e realize that the ’ll 1-2 Class must soon separate and go out into the world. So here’s hoping that each may succeed well in his life work and bestow honor on L. I. I. 18

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Mid-Term Senior Class History TT ENIORUOM! At last we have reached the strived for goal that four years ago when we were Freshies, seemed so far and dim that we almost lost hopes of ever conquering the fields of knowledge that lay before us. But when we became Sophomores we chose as our motto, “Some good we mean to do despite our nature,” and with this constantly before us we slowly reached the longed for heights. We realize we have “conquered and yet to conquer,” for, while we have completed the course of our Alma Mater, we are just beginning life, and as we view this path we find it similar to our first school life. When we were little Freshies we thought our trials were almost unbearable —in fact, we considered ourselves mistreated, our work was so difficult and so much, our greatest trial being standing “all alone” and singing before a class of ninety our “do, ra, me’s.” Yet, when we think of these days, it is with re¬ gret, for they are gone forever. Somehow, we became Sophomores. Here we had hard times with geometry, but anything could be borne so lono as we were organized and could call class meetings. The best remembrance we have as Juniors was the planning and having our banquet. None of the work seemed half so hard with this in view. Slowly but surely Seniordom was reached. The time had come at last when we looked down on the Juniors, Sophs and Freshies, and they in turn looked up to us, because of our vast amount of knowledge and dignity. But, alas! the stage of dignity was never reached, for almost daily were our names decorating the bulletin board for talking and chewing gum, and we never reached the standard of other English classes in our understanding of “Hamlet” and “Paradise Lost.” ’Twas extremely embarrass¬ ing, but we bore it as patiently as we had borne our past trials. Though we do not boast of having a genius in our class, still we have made records that greatly elate us. We are represented in every institution in school, and even added a new one, that of matrimony. Last year both the Business and Music and Art representatives were chosen from our ranks. Also one of our number was a Y. M. C. A. delegate this year. While there was only one who represented us on the athletic field, yet nobly and heroically he did it. So when “Sport” heaped honors on himself as one of the stars, we considered them as being ours. 17

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Senior Class, 1912 Colors: Light Blue and White. Flower: White Daisy. Motto: “Keep On a-Gliding.” OFFICERS. J. P. Coburn .President J. W. Stine .Vice-President Joe Eddie Jackson .Secretary-Treasurer Mary Lee Thomas. Historian Mattie Thomas .Musician Susie Washburn. Artist Senior I. Class , OFFICERS. J. D. Calhoun .President Arvil Bradford .Vice-President Velma Gladney .Secretary Gladys Herbert .Class Representative Colors: Old Gold and White. Flower: Daisy. Song: “Daisies Won’t Tell.” Motto: “Labor On to Success.” 36443