Jambalaya [yearbook] 1909 . to Poe. Once upon a morning drearyAs I slept—still weak and weary^roin the Latin quiz Miss HarknessFlunked me in the day before—Suddenly I heard a clanging,As of tin cans loudly hanging; Tis our dear Miss Shields, I thought,A-calling someone on our to sleep I went a-snoring;Dreamt I was oer Latin poring,Studying and still more cramming,Till I could imbibe no came the clanging, clinging; T is the rising-bell thats ringing,Waking me by its persistent clamorAt my chamber door. This I said—and nothing more. Authors Note: Ask all Dormitory girls To
Jambalaya [yearbook] 1909 . to Poe. Once upon a morning drearyAs I slept—still weak and weary^roin the Latin quiz Miss HarknessFlunked me in the day before—Suddenly I heard a clanging,As of tin cans loudly hanging; Tis our dear Miss Shields, I thought,A-calling someone on our to sleep I went a-snoring;Dreamt I was oer Latin poring,Studying and still more cramming,Till I could imbibe no came the clanging, clinging; T is the rising-bell thats ringing,Waking me by its persistent clamorAt my chamber door. This I said—and nothing more. Authors Note: Ask all Dormitory girls To Miss Stubbs. There was a girl across the hallA nd she was such a bore That eiery time she left our roomWe had to lock the door. It was real late; she made a call,But still we burned our light— Just a minute and thats all,But, alas! she spent the night. She s in our room before we wake, Before we go to bed;U-ntil I atid my room,-mate Sotnetimes wish we were dead (To be continued in next spasm.) 34^ E. F. F. S. A story in which native humor reignsIs often useful, always entertains. 343 Freshie Greens First Days at College. One mornin in last September Pa came in an tole the folks he had decidedtojsend me to college. He d been out feedin the horses an I d jes come backfrom milkin. We all sat down to breakfast, an finally Pa said, Well, Sla, I mgoin to send that boy to college. Course I thought Pa d want me to go to oneer them uniform an brass button places, an I was in a hurry to know whereI was goin. He said, I know where you think I m goin to send you, Bud, butno tin-soldier business is any good in college. You 11 go to Tulane. I d hearderbout Tulane from some fellers when we was out campin on the bayou, an hadseen that sport from Tulane who used to come up here to see Aunt Minervy Jonesgal, Sal. Sallie shorely is a good-lookin gal, an the fellers round here didntstand no chance gainst that feller. He shorely was a sport; he dressed somethinswell, an had a real g
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