North Carolina State University - Agromeck Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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Senior Class poem I ' .ir Iniir lixii: years r c -(iiiijlil llii ' r, ' llirinijili many oaics ydu ' vr liiiiMj;lit iiic. And many times you ' ve frau lil luc Willi ilany:eis of one sin. liul. iinw, at last I have tliee. My relentless j;ias|i s upon tliee, S(i Innulily how before me, Yi-.i |M-ky little -(ioat Skin. Tliis |i(ieiii. friends, as you will lind. Is an ode to tlie elass of nineteen-nine; Altlioufili void of sense and reason. It ' s tlu- l est of the poet unwisely ehosen. The meaning of its lines. I fear. Will have to he, by me. niaile elear; So first of all ] will attain The little (ioat Skill to e i)lain. To throw li ;ht on tliis enigma, Some would call it a diploma; Sheep Skin also does licfall it, (ioat Skin. I prefer to eall it. ■ Twduld he hest for you to know Till ' w (jrk (jf ;ettin ; one is slow ; .Short cuts will not bear repeating. Some one nught be ship|)eil for cheating. (• ' (U- four long years, thrcaigh pain and pleasi We ' ve struggled on for mie togitlier; l! il u m. at last, cair Sheep Skin ' s won. And college tasks f,u- us are dene, Kre we leave these halls (,f learning, liaek to . lina .Mater turning. Let Us iin iiur parting day (liM ' thr ' e cheers— Maicion ami Cray! With our iiarting comes our s(Uid . Thoughts of cares, of the to-morrou ; Rut fate ' s reserve of |ileasures and joys Must l... f.n- tlu ' last of the - ' Naughtv liovs.

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Senior Class ilirj-ni: ' ivMiiiiis iit iliscamus (Let us li r t(j learn) C ' oj,()i;s: laroon and Steel-Gray Fi.owkr: C ' ariiatiiiii OFFICERS W. R. HAMl ' r( IX President W. N. SLOAN Vice-President W. F. MORRIS Secretary-Treasurer H. S. STEELE Historian S. F. STEPHENS Poet R. R. FAISOX Prophet

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Class History Ox ;i wiirni, siumy afreninDii, in the early days of September, of T.M). ), till ' hciiiiy liaiid-shakes and jnyfiil greetings of the old students, as they liiiniiicd alidiit the eain]ins, were suddenly arrested, and every eye was tni-ucd tiiwanls Main IJuililinu, fmni which seemed to issue the voluiiic nf n nuiltitudc of throats as rhcy swung in unison in three long, lusty yells for the Freshmen. Vc had heen dropping in, nur at a time, to the delight of the Sophomore enthusiasts, until now, raking together the scattered, scared, and stained rats, we found that there were one hundred and twelve real men who were ready and anxious to lend their voices in our first class yell. This, of cour.se, as you have already surmised, was the first meeting of the ( lass (if 119, the last of the ' ' naughty hoys. Well, we went into this, our first class meeting, elected Owen Mo(U ' e president, and, under his steady and nervy leadership, we set to work to ofi set the attacks of the Sophomores. They, of course, had been highly insulted and were very indignant at such unusual bold- ness being shown liy the Freshmen, and went ahead at once to administer such jiunishment as they deemed necessary, which was always liy the way, called a plenty. l!ut we gradually became accustomed to midnight excitement ; in fact, I may say. to many of us it became a second nature, and after being called a few times in the ju-esence of what was then to us The Monster who sat at the Registrar ' s desk, we fiuind that we must attend to something else besides the wishes of our Sojihomores fri: ' nds. But, in sjiite of the many sail misfortunes of our early Fi-eslunan days, we were determined fo meet the old boys fair and sqmire on the gri liron. and see what they were really nuule of. So we got together the husky farmer lads, and worked like Trojans to prei are for our great game with the winning class. The day was set, our men were ready and in uniform, but it was too cold, so the Juniors said. Another day was set, but the Juniors woidd not play in the rain. So, after all our exciting ]iractice, we failed to show the older men what a bunch of Freshmen could do.