Muhlenberg College - Ciarla Yearbook (Allentown, PA)

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MARK ADOLPH BAUSCH Lynnville, Pa. Born at Lynnville, Pa., January 22, 1897. Prepared at Allentown Prep. En- tered Muhlenberg in the fall of 1913. Classical Course. Euterpea Literary So- ciety. Deutscher Verein. Alpha Sigma. Assistant Varsity Basketball Manager (3). Class Treasurer (3). Scrub Football (1, 2, 3). Scrub Basketball (1, 2, 3). Class Football (2, 3). Class Basketball (1, 2). Class Track (2). Lutheran. Independ- ent. Ministry. Bausch was slowly meandering down Chew Street about one hundred yards in front of me. “Hey, Bausch! Hey, Bausch!” I yelled as loud as possible to attract his attention. However, he would not turn around and as a result I had to run after him. Catching up behind him, I tapped him on the shoulder, but he would not give me his attention. Believing him to be in one of his dreamy moods, 1 began to speak to him. “Didn’t you hear me call to you for the last five minutes?” I inquired. “Why, yes,” he replied, “but I didn’t know if you wanted me. Some of the fellows are always howling, even if they have nothing to talk about. I very seldom listen to them, for I learned better down at Allentown Prep.” “You played on the Prep basketball team a couple years ago, didn’t you?” I inquired. “Yes, and those were the days,” he replied. “We had some team. But I don’t seem able to make the big team out here, altho I did make my scrub “M” in football, and had a pretty good chance at basketball. Let me tell you one thing,” he con- tinued, “the present-day athletes have a hard road to travel. However, there is one redeeming feature. We can expect a fine group of athletes in the near future to be turned out from Brubaker’s Gymnasium Classes.” To my surprise he continued to talk all the way down town, for Mark is usually of a quiet nature unless you get him into an argument. But never attempt to do that, as Bausch is sure to get sore. 43 ■EE3

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11)17 CIARLA JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS President Vice President . . . . T reasurer Secretary .... Historian Monitor FIRST TERM James E. Ernst Edgar J. Brong Mark A. B Arsen Edwin R. Haag Paul A. Mader C. Morris Scheetz SECOND TERM Roland L. Rupp I. Noble Dundore Leroy L. Leister Edgar J. Brong Paul A. Mader Elwood Schwenk President Vice President . . . . T reasurer Secretary .... Historian Monitor MoTTo — “Non nobis sed omnibus” Class F lower — Red Carnation Class Colors — Blue and White Class Yell Hickety, rickety, rickety, rax ! Cosine, cotangent, cosecant, coax! Oxygen, hydrogen, carbon, chlorine! Muhlenberg ! Muhlenberg ! Nineteen Seventeen! 42

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EDGAR J. BRONG Sehnecksville, Pa. Born at Allentown, Pa., May 29, 1894. Prepared at Allentown High School. Entered Muhl enberg in the fall of 1913. Philosophical. Allentown High School Club. Glee Club (2, 3). College Band (1, 2, 3). Class Secretary (3). Class Vice President (3). Class Track Manager (1, 2). Varsity Track Manager (3). Assist- ant Advertising Manager of the 1917 C i a r l, a . Lutheran. Teaching. “Come on, fellows, have a beer on me. What will you have? Just look, here is some bunch, and each one wants — Didn’t I say beer, but every one insists on either whiskey, gin, brandy or gin-rickey. This is what you call a bunch of ministers. I suppose you celebrate now, to make up for the sordid and uneventful life that you must lead when you have entered your profession. If you were scientific students I could easily understand your thirst, but the future moral police. Have a heart, fellows, I am no millionaire. Don’t any of you prefer good cigars? Here 1 have a brand of threefers that go for five centers in a treat.’’ The bar which was opposite the entrance was not appealing in itself; but it lead to the source of joy and mirth. The benches which surrounded the room were crowded with farmers who had come to see the fellows perform. A dense cloud of smoke, the result of twoscore of smoking mouths, filled the room. In this room Brongy seemed to be in his proper surroundings. After several rounds had been made some one shouted, “Let’s have a song.” Ta — starts out, “Page number one, drink it down, etc.” “Hurrah, fellows, hurrah, let’er rip,” chimes Sus — , clinging to the railing. Amid the songs, flourishes and glib talking Brongy’s voice always takes the lead. The treat has made its round and Brong’s turn is here again. “It is my turn again. I’ll do it, but only on one condition. That is, every one must drink an “Allegheny Farmer’s Highball.” A quisitive but half-vacant stare passes around and after an attempt at reflection they shake hands on it. Brong leaves the room. He returns presently with a mis- chievous smile playing upon his lips. We are led to a table in an adjoining room. Every one sets to his task. The noise and bluster gradually subsides and before any glass is half drained, dead silence reigns. The seeming lifeless bodies are scattered about the room. They appear to have voted, farewell to Brongy’s “Farmer’s High- ball.” Last of all, we would like to know what happened to Brong after the auto- mobile breakdown. rr 44