The Stetson Weekly Collegiate

► N. B. This is a FRESHMAN issue of the COLLEGIATE. Freshman money is putting out the Edition, and accordingly, Freshman news is preponderant. We have, however given space to a few other items of importance which should appear in this, the last issue of the Collegiate for 1912-13. (Sty %>X?X%tm Wnkly Gkilkgiafo The Only Students' Publication of John B. Stetson University VOL. xxv DeLAND, FLORIDA, FRIDAY, APRIL 25, 1913 NO. 24 SOPHOMORES DREAM OF TRIUMPH DISGRACEFULLY CRUSHED. Well, well, well. Say, but that game was some worth the playing, eh, Sophs. Just think of the nerve of the Sophs even having the faintest idea of winning that game. Why Sophs we were out in some form that day and rather think we handed you the goods too, don't you agree with us? And there was that wonder "Kiddo" North- rope in the box too. Now honest just how could we help but put it over the Sophs. Well we did it anyway. And just to think that the Sophs had their scouts out at the Freshman-Junior game to find the weak points in our team. Why we don't keep those things in stock. How about our girls for some class spiriters too? Guess we owe a few "Nine Rahs" to them, eh? Well we just had to win with that pretty bunch of "Rooters" out there just demanding that we put it over those "Horrid" Sophmores.' Guess we did it all OK. We had to give a wee bit of encouragement to the spectators toward a fair game by letting the score be fairly close or the whole bunch would have gone home in disgust; and therefore we ask for a little recognition for our charity. By the way Sophs, don't you know that you will never win a game as long as you get the sore head at each other? When you make an error or pull a bone head why just smile and encourage the "bon puller" on to better luck next time. Oh this is just a little friendly advice from us as a friend to friend you know, so please don't get the sore head at us either. Say but that boy Liddell is some "pill" swatter, eh? How about that right fielder too? Come to think of it we have something like nine boys that were out there to give the Sophs a neat little licking. Did you notice the graceful movements of our second baseman? Bet he is some swimmer too, eh? By the way Sophs, have you any batters on your team? Thanks awfully. That pitcher of yours was a dream of a fake. That Center fielder of your's. Seems as though he was one of your "Ringers" wasn't he. Well you have our permission to play an entire team of ringers if they are all like him. We will have to give you close on that third baseman though. You did show a faint bit of fair judgement when you signed him. Now allow us to thank the renowned (?????) , baseball dopist Perry Abraham Roberts for'his wonderful prediction concerning our percentage Continued on Page 2 THE STORY OF THE FRESHMAN BANNER TOLD IN TWO PARTS. Part I.—By a Participant. Freshman W. and Freshman R. had considered the advisability of decorating the cupola of Chaudoin with the glorious colors of Scarlet and Black. In the midst of such cerebral processes, Freshman H arrived on the scene, and promulgated the identical proposition which had been tickling the gray matter of Freshmen W and R. Therefore, Freshmen W, H, and R inclined their respective auricles one to the other, and ensemble, hatched out by mental incubation, a highly redoubtable campaign. Arising from their couches in the early hours of morning, Fieshmeh W, H and R procured a ladder, scaled Chaudoin's lofty walls of incarceration, gained the dizzy summit of that shaky shingled roof (never mind the rythm or the alliteration of that clause) and high on the cupola safely fastened the Freshman banner. While this intrepid three were high on the walls and towered battlements of Chaudoin, the diligent Sophies were fondly prowling about the campus, trying to locate the three Freshmen, and their banner. Not being possessed of that innate perpiscacity which is entirely essential for all successful endeavor, the reconnoitering Sophies failed utterly to remark the Freshman banner, which unfurled its handsome length to the breezes for several hours. Finally, after the Freshmen W, H, and R had retired from view, the Sophies discovered the location of that banner. And then what consternation reigned supreme in the camp of the enemy. After a hasty and equally injudicious consultation, the Sophies likewise procured a ladder, scaled Chaudoin's mural adornments, and were probably congratulating themselves upon completely outwitting the Freshmen W, H, and R. But about the time that the gallant (?) Sophies were about to retire from the scene of activities, lo and behold: those Freshmen appeared on the scene. A howl of rage went up from the sophies ranks. But there was nothing for it. With acerbity untold, the Freshmen fell upon the • ophies, and smote them hip and thigh. Sampson with his jawbone of an ass, could have lain about him no more grievously, than those Freshmen W, H. and R. The sophies put up a feeble struggle Continued on Page 2 FRESHMEN GIRLS TAKE PART IN WEDDING Last Friday evening at nine-thirty the Ell Cathederal, Chaudoin Hall, was the scene of a most beautiful and impressive marriage ceremony, when Miss Mehitable Blocker Lee, the fair young daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. Black Featherwing and a member of our class, became the wife of Mr. Josiah Jerimiah Pancake, also a member of our class. The Ell Cathederal was exquisitely decorated with Spanish Moss and myriads of peach blossoms. The seating capacity of this large Cathederal was strained to the utmost to accommodate the many friends of the bride and groom. First in the bridal procession came the dainty little flower girls, Miss Myrtle Conrad, also of our class, and Miss Fay Cribbett, scattering pink phlox lavishly before them. Then came the two brides maids, Miss Tillie Chapman and Miss Anna Mab- bette, carrying large bouquets of pink phlox. Following them was Miss Ruth Allen, the maid of honor, in a charming gown of pink chiffon, with a large picture hat to match. Lastly, beside her Mother (Mildred), came the bride in her exquisite gown of white charmeuse, with her veil floating gracefully around her, and a shower bouquet of white phlox in her arms. As she proceeded slowly to the strains of the wedding march down the white carpeted aisle strewn with flowers, the hearts of all present were moved by the look of inexpressible happiness depicted on the calm features of this vision of youth and loveliness. At the altar, a fragrant mass of green and pink, she was met by the groom, Josiah Jerimiah Pancake, attended by the best man, Mr. Alphonso Squilla- madoodle, both wearing the conventional black with pink carnation boutonnieres, and there kneeling on the white altar cushions, while Miss Ruth Allen, of the class of 1916, sweetly sang, "Oh, Promise Me," they were joined in Holy Wedlock, by Reverend Snodgrass. An unforseen interruption occurred in the ceremony when Miss Martien rose to her feet and objected to the union, claiming that the bride loved the best man, but on the bride' tearful avowal that this was not the case the ceremony proceeded without further pause to the end. The use of the ring, which was borne by the bride's little sister, Annabel, made it still more impressive. Immediately afterwards a reception was held for the members of the bridal party and a few of their chosen friends. Sandwiches, Waldorf Salad Continued on Page 2