Muhlenberg College - Ciarla Yearbook (Allentown, PA)

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NORMAN R. FRANKENFIELD Chestnut Hill Ave., Easton, Pa. Born at Easton, Pa., January 22, 1895 Prepared at Lerch Prep. Entered Muh- lenberg in the fall of 1912. Scientific Delta Theta. Class Football (1, 3, 4), Lutheran. Entomology. “Were you at the Orpheum any time this week, Duke?” “No, sir. Don’t you know that I do not attend such shows. I only attend first-class elevating shows. A real high-class opera or drama are the only shows that I have time to attend. This fickle stuff is nothing for a busy man.” “Pardon me, Duke, but I thought you were a frequent visitor at that place.” “No, you see I want to set a moral example to my classmates and fellow students. Too many of us have no conception at all of the obligation that we owe to society. I personally feel that I ought to set an example in that direction.” “You are very much different from most other students for the ministry — you evidently believe in practicing what you preach.” “That is my motto exactly — ‘Practice what you preach.’ Could anybody have a better motto? If, for instance, I believed that a pers on ought to commune occa- sionally with Bacchus, I would get busy and worship daily at his altar. If I was fully convinced that a person should swear and curse and use other necessarily em- phatic terms, I would affirm my statements with such localisms.” “I never knew that you were as frank and conscientious as all this.” “Frankness, openness, meekness, humility — they are my petty virtues.” “Duke, thou art noble.”

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JOHN RICHARD E. EUCHLER 59 Oak St., Bridgeton, N. J. Born at Schleswig, Schleswig-Holstein, Germany, in 1894. Prepared at Fairview Academy. Entered Muhlenberg in the fall of 1913. Scientific Course. Deutscher Verein; President (2). College Band (1, 2, 3). Orchestra (1, 2, 3). Euterpea Literary Society. Class Vice President (2). Representative Proctor (3). Assist- ant Business Manager of the Weekly (3). Photographer 1917 Ciarla. Class Foot- ball (3). Lutheran. Republican. Teach ing. “I had a h — of a time getting back to college,” gasped Euchler, as he looked up from the sheet of paper upon which he was writing. He had just returned from his Christmas vacation. “I hate to write home to dad for money, so soon, but what am I to do? I am dead broke. I have the worst luck whenever I try to make train connections in Philadelphia, yet I rather enjoy the situation. When I came to Philadelphia 1 had two hours’ time to attend to my date (which was with a high school girl, by the way) and then get out to Sixty-ninth Street. When I got to Sixty-ninth Street the Allen- town cars could not leave because of the ravishes of the storm. Mike and I started full speed for the railroad station. We arrived there just two minutes’ late. The next train would leave at ten o’clock, they told us. Of course, I wished that I could spend all this time with my Jane; but it was useless. We bunked up at the station until ten o’clock and arrived in Allentown at four in the morning. I was hungry, sleepy and penniless and to think of the blamed slow traveling is dreadful.” John became animated. He rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt, sleeked his hair, glanced at his trousers, and swung his heavy shoes on the table with a thud and thunder that awakened Wirebach from one of his poetic dreams. Next he glanced at the especially selected feminine figures arranged upon the walls of his room. The glance did its work. He was thinking of bygone days. “I had the real good time of my life last summer while at the Pocono Pines. I used to deliver the groceries among the cottagers. In August the afternoons were as hot as blazes and, you know, the women tried to keep cool. While delivering, all of a sudden I would come around the back corner carrying a basket and — well. The darkies used to give me all kinds of cookies. I used to take a piece of pie. Almost every evening they had lawn dances where old and young would join in paying honor to the Graces. But the most delicious evenings of all were spent skipping over the silvery wavelets of the lake by the moonlight. I certainly had some roaring time.”

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WILLIAM H. FITZGERALD 1538 N. 12th St., Philadelphia, Pa. Born at Philadelphia, Pa., June 21, 1896. Prepared at Northeast High. En- tered Muhlenberg in the fall of 1914. Philosophical. Cue and Quill Club. Round Table. Philadelphia Club. Varsity Track: “M” man (2). Basketball; “M” man (3). Class Football (2, 3). Class Basketball (2). Class Baseball (2). Class Track (2). Baptist. With a rush, hat in one hand and grip in the other, hair parted in the center of his wheel-shaped dome, a spick young man hit the campus bound for the 10.48. “Yo, Fitz! Where to?” “Just a trip to the big city. Some of the old stuff, see. Big dance dowm there, will see you tomorrow.” The star miler passed out of sight to tend to his beat in the city. On deck the next day appeared Fitz, Economics book under one arm and a Logic book under the other, walking slowly to the dormitories. “Well, I’m back. Finished an Economies report coming up on the car. Boy, maybe they don’t pull some stuff at the dances in the big city. Got some new stuff that will set the natives on their ears. I figure I can shine for a night (flourish of the hand). I’ll have to spring it at Mealey’s tomorrow night. Watch me pull it. Look me over. Some tie, eh. Speaks for itself, you know ' . I guess it’s about time for me to get a little sleep. So long!”