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Show C/ass of 1910 'AY, we've got the darndest class ever. j We've been represented in everything. We had eighty-four hands on a two-by-three flag in our first flag-rush, and it's evident that there wasn't much room left for Sophomores. We had another rush that year and the Sophs claimed the victory because Doc Ebaugh took the flag and they said that he was an '09 sympathizer. We went up on the hill that year and screened one hundred and fifty tons of rock for the U. It wasn't used. However, we put three days on laying the U and that's more than any other class did. There was also the peanut bust, and the Freshman shindig. Next year fifty Freshmen ('11), tied Bobbie to the flag-pole and claimed a pole rush. Incidentally they won the annual flag rush by similar foul means. We gave a very pretty little dance, won interclass basketball and baseball, permitted some one else to win the interclass debate and interclass football, but, nevertheless, we started to make U men. We made one and then quit. We're still quit. At the Sangerfest we had the nerve to sing, "I Never Done Nothin' to Nobody," and that's a pretty good summary of our Sophomore doings. As Juniors we gave a prom that was a prom. We've had prom parties in which we strung fifteen miles of cotton, ate eighty yards of "hot dog," drank twenty gallons of adamantine cider and danced the Virginia Reel until the orchestra had to be taken home on a street car. We dabbled in basketball and won the football series, but we're the only ones that think so. During our three years we've had more successful social functions, real and imaginary, we tried more activities, done more rough-housing and spread more red paint than any class ever did, and what's more, we're not done yet, as we intend to do things next year that will make some of these animated fossils sit up and take notice. ( 50 ) |