University of Arkansas Fayetteville - Razorback Yearbook (Fayetteville, AR)

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Faculty Law Department OFFICERS John L. Buchanan, LL. I)., Chancellor. John Fletcher, LL. M., Dean. J. H. Carmichael, LL. B., Vice-Dean. Thomas N. Robertson. LL. B., Secretary. FACULTY Instructors John Fletcher, LL. M., Dean, Real Property. J. H. Carmichael, LL. B.. Vice-Dean, Law of Contracts and Pleading. Wilbur F. Hill, LL. B., Equity Jurisprudence. Jacob Trieber, LL. B., Corporation Law. George W. Murphy, LL. B.. Law of Evidence. Tom M. Mehaffy, LL. B., Criminal Law, Practice and Procedure. Charles T. Coleman, LL. B.. Judgments. James F. Loughborough, LL. B., Commercial Paper. Lewis Rhoton, LL. B., Torts. Dedrick II. Cantrell, LL. B., Domestic Relations. Lecturers Ex-Chief Justice Sterling R. Cockrill, LL.B, Private and Public International Law. Morris M. Cohn, LL. B., Constitutional Limitations. George B. Rose, LL. B., Federal Practice. James H. Harrod, LL. B., Bankruptcy. W. E. Atkinson, LL. B., Partnerships. Josephus C. Marshall, LL. B., Insurance. Edward W. Winfield, LL. B., Bailments. Thomas M. Seawel, LL. B., Frauds and Fraudulent Conveyances. Henry M. Armistead. LL. B.. Agency. J 4

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HISTORY OF THE SENIOR CLASS. A Story for Freshies and Cther Littli Folk. | NCE upon a time (in September, ninety-six), long, long ago a little boy (that classification committee, you know while monkeying around found a bean. The little boy turned it over and over and looked at it and wondered if it would giow. lie was a prudent urchin, so, shaking his head, he remarked to himself, ‘ I’ll just send it around to the Profs, and have it examined and get their opinion.” The Profs, weighed it and measured it, and in due season reported that it was just a bean of the ordinary soft, waxy kind, that it had lots ot sap, and moreover that it was green enough to grow. So the little boy said, “ Mamma, give me a piece of bread and butter and let me go and plant my bean.” His mamma gave him some bread and butter, and he straight way proceeded to cover it up under thick layers of rich and nutritive Latin and Physics and Biologvand Chemistry and French and what not, and packed them around it and piled them up over it, until gracious only knows how a bean or anythingelse could be expected to come up. ‘‘Well,” said the kid as he winked his other eve, “ if that bean ever comes up I guess it will be when the chickens scratch it up.” Now ’ti s said that every living thing seeks the light. So with the bean. For, after going through the sweating process and fermenting ( working ? ? ), it tumbled off the last clod. Bright and early the next September the little boy said, “ Mamma, give me a piece of bread and butter and let me go and look at my bean.” The bean by this time thought it was rather smart. Good morning,” it said to the little boy,. “ have you used Pears’ Soap?” This is a rather delicate question to ask a small boy; so he beat a hasty retreat and ran into the house and said, a Oh, Mamma! my bean is as high as the Sophomore!” The next September the little boy said, a Mamma, give me a piece of bread and and butter and let me go and look at my bean.” Now the bean had been taking counsel with itself, something in this wise: t( I say,” said one little branch to some of the others, • I can’t climb much by myself, can you? I get all in a tangle and-.” “ Urn Gottes Willen!” cried the others laughing, “ you ought to be stuck. Why don’t you get you some-,” and they ended in a whisper. As a result that little branch, like the other little branches, secured some Hinds and Kimble bean sticks and lived happily ever afterwards, and grew so fast that the little boy ran into the house and sa ; d, a Oh mamma! my bean is as high as the Junior!” Just here the little boy applied a little German as fertilizer, and then watered the bean generously with logic,. ( extra dry ) which came seriously near causing some of the branches to flunk and fall off. But the next September the little boy said, u Mamma, give me a piece of bread and butter and let me go and look at my bean.” And after rubbering up into the elements ( of Ethics and Psychology, you know) for a while, he ran into the house and cried, u Oh mamma, my bean is as high as the Senior!” Then the little boy said, “Mamma, give me a piece of bread and butter and let me go and climb m v bean.” And she did so, and he climbed carefully over the whole course of the bean looking for u P’s.’’ The idea of looking for a P’s” on a bean stalk! “ Well,” said the kid, “ I wonder where the hobgoblin is, that ought to be up here,—I’ll have to make out like there’s one, I guess.” So he came just a-tumbling down, crying in dismay: “ Put out the feather beds and cut down the bean! Put out the feather beds and cut down the bean!” And his mamma did so, and the little bov jumped down on the feather beds and ran into the house, and the fragments of that wonderful bean tell all over the state and shook it up terribly. Now you small folk take your soothing syrup and run on to bed like good little people. 26