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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!
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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
