Professor Peed
by Wilbur Allen Carlton
Professor Peed was another Lord Chesterfield in courtesy and gentility, though many funny accounts have been exaggerated about his lack of understanding of the common affairs of life. He is said to have borrowed one of Dr. Calloway’s white horses to ride. Dr. Calloway came to the alley and saw that the saddle was on wrong. He said, “Professor Peed, the saddle is on backwards.” The professor replied, “But how do you know which way I want to ride?”
When his first baby was born, Professor Peed came to the campus the next morning and said, “Dr. Dickey, I have a new baby at my house. Guess what it is.”
Dickey said, “I guess a boy.”
Then Peed said, “No, guess again.”
“A girl, then, I guess.”
“Oh,” said Peed. “Somebody must have told you.”
A gentleman and a Christian was he, of the highest order.
Dickey said, “I guess a boy.”
Then Peed said, “No, guess again.”
“A girl, then, I guess.”
“Oh,” said Peed. “Somebody must have told you.”
A gentleman and a Christian was he, of the highest order.
The story is told that Prof. Peed was called upon to ask the blessing one evening at a faculty dinner. Instead of the conventional ending, he wound up his blessing, “Respectfully submitted, M.T. Peed, Secretary of the Faculty.”
One morning upon going down for daily chapel devotions, we noticed that Professor Peed’s buggy was up on top of the building and that none other than our old Biology Major Dooley was sitting in the seat with a cigar in his mouth and wearing a beaver hat. Harold Stephens, who still resides in Oxford, told me not very long ago how this was arranged and carried out. Perhaps a little bird had told him.
Mrs. George Sessions, nee Nelle Johnson, is my authority for this one. Professor Peed had a family devotion morning and evening. Nelle had spent the night in the Peed home, and after the morning devotion, Professor Peed said, Nelle, I’m glad to see that you kept your eyes closed this morning during prayers. You didn’t do that last night.”
Professor Peed was having supper one evening with the Harry Stone Family when it started raining. Mrs. Stone suggested that he stay the night. Professor Peed gratefully accepted the invitation. After he table was cleared, they noticed that Professor Peed wasn’t in the parlor, so they all started looking around and calling for him, wondering where he went. Then there was a knock on the door. It was Professor Peed, standing on the porch, soaking wet.
“Professor Peed!” cried Mrs. Stone. “Where did you go? Why did you go out in the rain?”
“Well,” answered Professor Peed. “Since I am spending the night, I thought I should go get my nightshirt.”
“Professor Peed!” cried Mrs. Stone. “Where did you go? Why did you go out in the rain?”
“Well,” answered Professor Peed. “Since I am spending the night, I thought I should go get my nightshirt.”