Tulane University - Jambalaya Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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Senior Class. Colors— Old Gold and Dark Blue. Yell — Eazzle ! Dazzle ! Upsi ! Azzle ! Siss ! Boom ! ! Ah ! ! ! Ninety-eight! Xinety- eight ! Kah! Kah!! Kah!!! O J. C. Crojiwell, h. kohlmann, Wm. Crooks, . Officers. President- Vice President. Secretary. 17

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Senior Class History. If any one in the larg ' e and distinguished coterie of Tulane ' s friends, who will read this Jambalaya, doesn ' t believe in evolution after hearing that we were Freshmen once, that person had better go about, like a modern Diogenes, look- ing for a Freshman, and when with the aid of a five-hundred-diameter microscope he has found one, let him cry : ' ■ Pecan ! The half was not told me ! Before our beards were grown, when, as Thackeray says, we shaved sur- reptitiously with our sister ' s scissors, we used to take the football away from all the otlier classes on the campus. Before we were Sophomores we had attained to the honor of having been before the Board more times than any other class within the memory of man. Overturned benches, wild professors, a badly beaten High School, and certain other trifles, too numerous to mention, bear witness to the fact that Nature might have stood up and said to all the world : These were Freshmen ! When we arrived at the dignity (!) {Sanda simpUcitas !) of Sophomores, our first step was to post the usual notice respecting the carrying of canes, by Fresh- men. Most of the Freshmen, we were glad to see, took the advice of their big brothers with great meekness of spirit. One raite-y man of valor, however, in the pride of his heart took unto him his staff, and sallied forth. We went too, and strewed the floor with rushes, until the cane looked as if Here ward had used it as a door-knocker. Then our innate knowledge of economics told us that it would never do to substitute gratuity for value in that way. So we took the