Stetson Weekly Collegiate

STET52N¥EPOr-CglLE«BTE STUDENTS' PUBLICATION OF STETSON UNIVERSITY VOL. XXIIC DELAND, FLA., THURSDAY, MA.F 11, 1QU. No. 25 THE FRESHMAN PICNIC. Saturday morning dawned chill and cloudy, and there was even a little rain about seven o'clock, but what did that matter to the Freshmen? They set forth on their way to DeLeon as happy and contented as tho the sun were shining brightly. The girls all turned out in full force, but the boys were fewer in number. In fact, so frightened did they become by the scarcity of their ranks that they attempted to force one member to accompany them. About two hours afterward we arrived at the Spring. Of course boats were the first thing sought, so in relays we had to trust ourselves on the sulphvry depths. After this pastime and watching the bathers awhile we were casting about in our minds for some way in which to shorten the hours that yet stretched between us and dinner, when one of our number was struck by the happy thought of playing "mumble-peg." Not dignified you say? Why, of course not, but who ever expects Freshmen to be dignified? So engrossed did we become in this game that it was only with protest that we left it at the call to dinner. The main reason for this regret was that Miss Duncan had not yet gotten to "root the peg." But the picnic dinner! How can that he described by the pen of mortal man? On repairing to the packing house it was no ordinary picnic table that greeted our eyes. A mass of yellow cactus blooms and vines tastefully arranged in a panama hat, formed the central decorations and at each place a cactus bloom was laid. And the sandwiches, the salads, the pickles, the beans, the large cakes, and the little lemon pies! Never was there such a feast, and the Freshmen, realizing the fact, did full justice to it. At its conclusion the sandwich box looked forlorn, the salad dishes sick, and as for the cakes, they were wasted to mere shadows. A few little lemon pies looked disconsolately over the ruins, but they too, went down before the afternoon's attacks. Dinner over we betook ourselves to the station where we had the pleasure of seeing two trains pass. They were both greeted with the Stetson and Freshmen yells, and as the last one pulled out the conductor smilingly received our yell for the "A. C. L." Returning then to the spring, we once more asserted our Freshmen rights by playing "Drop the Handkerchief" and "Ruth and Jacob" until about three o'clock, when most of the crowd, in a vain attempt to go back to kindergarten days, bathed in the Fountain of Youth. We failed to get any younger, but how good that water' felt! We found the air more chilly than ever on coming out of the spring, but that was soon forgotten in the fun of riding on the old mill wheel. Hereafter when we see squirrels playing on the wheels in their cages I am sure we will all envy them, so much pleasure did we find in this sport. About five o'clock we decided to start home. But our fun was not yet over, for we amused ourselves on the way with the games of "Truth," for which Miss Harkness showed a special liking, and '' Simon says Thumbs Up." The latter part of the journey was devoted to composing and practicing a Freshman song and yell. This is the result of the combined brains of the crowd. The tune, needless to say, is "What's the Matter with Father?" "What's the matter with the Freshmen? We're all right! What's the matter with the Freshmen? We're so bright! Oh, we don't study, and we don't care, And there is nothing that we wont dare. What's the matter with the Freshmen? We're all right." The yell is modeled after the famous (?) Stetson one: "Hip it up, Hip it up, Hip it up again — F—R—E—S—H— M—A—N." Thru town we drove gaily singing and yelling, returning just as the second bus drove up. Then after many yells, we scattered, confident that this was the best picnic ever held, and feeling very grateful to Doctor Hulley and Miss Martien for letting us go. To Miss Holden for proving herself such a model chaperone, and to Mrs. Doane for contributing so largely in ways easily gussed by all to our enjoyment. Hurrah for the Freshman Picnic! +__ xjtxjtxjtxjtxjt xjtxjtxjtxjtxjtxjtxjt xjtxjtxjtxjtxjt x^xxntiTxirxicx x\ *rx ao< #\ aO« «fti >or >o« io< >o« >ft< xr* XJt XJt X THE RECITAL FRIDAY. X XJt XJt icx irx xjtxjtxjtxjtxjt xjtxjtxjtxjtxjtxjtxjt xjtxjtxjtxjtxjt «rV irx irx lot >rV jot x*x rx rx xrx x\ jot >Tx x*x rx itx iftt On last Friday night Miss Buttorf! and Miss Sinnot, with the assistance of Mrs. Phillips gave the student body a real treat of classical music. Miss Buttorf! was at her best and scored a tremendous success. Those who missed the recital are painfully reminded of the fact by the pleased comments of their friends who attended. Following is the program during the evening: Mary Landes Buttorf!—Soprano. Zoe Virginia Sinnott—Pianiste. Mrs. John W. Phillips—Accompanist. Program. i. The White Dawn is Stealing Far Off I hear a Lover's Flute Cadman A Birthday Cowen 2 . Allerseelen Strauss Waldeinsamkeit Reger Der Wanderer Schubert 3. Faschingschwank Schumann Allegro, Romanza, Scherzino, Finale. 4. Ocean, Thou Mighty Monster—■ (Oberon) Von Weber 5. Rhapsodie No. 8 Liszt 6. None But the Lonely Heart Tschaikowsky Songs My Mother Taught Me Dvorak Modest Heart Wolf