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At some unknown date during the year r898-9 the Senior Class received an invitation to be present at Junior Banquet. It was followed by a prolonged season of rejoicing with great joy. The dignified Seniors tipped their hats to their generous Juniors and answered the invitation quicker than a Georgia mule could kick a log stable down. With a heart' of gratitude and a stomach yearning for something good to come, a polite acceptance was returned, and all hearts beat as one. The long expected day, laden with numerous good things, came, and once in our College career our wants were to be satisfied. The gods were never more propitious. The sun as it went down beneath a clear sky revealed a full moon to cheer and bless the night. .N ever was there a happier group of young people on the familiar College grounds. Just at 8 o'clock F. M., on April 47. 1899, the College bell tolled and the veil of suspense and long expectation was drawn aside, and before our eyes stood a series of tables arranged in the shape of a cross, decorated with sunflowers, forget-me-nets, and touch-me- nots, and loaded with all that one's appetite could crave. As we read the menu, we said, with Shakspeare: "Lay on Macduff! and damned be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'" At length when all had reached a common state of misery, the president of the Senior Class responded with a cyclone speech to the toast, "Liquid Air," in 162