United States Military Academy West Point - Howitzer Yearbook (West Point, NY)

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w mmii ' mmmmmmifsm. CAPTAIN W. A. DUMAS Tactical Officer ' LHU pi ' SSSs

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Muse Congdon. N. A. Hubard Vestal Sprague ■W ' llson, W. Graul Cuno Roth. M. S. Horridge FIRST CLASSMEN Steadman Woods. R. N. de Riemer Greeley Lowry Knight Contier, G. F. Colby Conley, E. T. Johnson, R. C. Lasher Van Bibber. E. M. Vincent. R. F. Winn I 1 1 Jl COMPANY i A— A PRETTY important symbol anywhere it is seen. — and here at West Pomt is no excep- tion. The oldest company of the Corps — living m the oldest and most time-hallowed part of the barracks. Does it seem strange that the members of A Company feel their prestige? All of which does not mean that the men in A Company have a superiority-complex, be- cause they are just like the rest of the Corps vlth a few different ideals. Among them are star men and goats, conservatives and radicals, makes and B.A. ' s, slugoids and hopoids, ascetics and nose-bags — all going to make a body of men well worth belonging to. But this would be incomplete if something v.as not written about their social tastes. Every- one of them like Cullum Hall and all that is associated with it. Perhaps it is because they live in that part of barracks nearest Cullum — then perhaps there is some other reason. Whatever the reason, there is an idea in A Company that half of the education here at X ' est Point is gotten by contact with the Tactical and Academic Departments and the other half by associa- tion with femmes, and since five and one-half days a week are devoted to the former there needs be fast work with the latter in the day and a half allotted to them.

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FIRST CLASSMEN Lincoln Dwyre, D. G. Merrill, F. D. Greear, W. H. Hammack Hempstead Bryan, J. K. Stone, J. N. Ouinn, D. W. Elias Coolidge, G. W. Stribling Taylor, T. F. Carpenter Keeler McKte, W. F. Andrews, R. W. Joyes Lynch, G. E. Meyer, R. H. G. Parient Schorr, D. P. Stevenson, W. F. Babb S COMPANY THE world likes to hear and read about men who have become famous in the annals ot athletic history, but in B Company we see their actual life history, match for the extra pie w ith tliem, parade with them, and get our names on the same skin sheet. Still we prefer to occupy a position of reticence and not, as many others, to go shouting our deeds from every housetop. Nor will you find a B Company representative waving the guidon from the area clock and announcing to all that B Company is the best Company in the Corps and for those who do not believe to take a look at the official poop-sheet. If stars and files mean much to you, stay away, for here we value the friends we make more than the files we gain. It is a Company in which there are no artificial bars between the upper classes and men are judged by what they are — not by the stripes on their sleeve, a Company in which the engineer always throws out a helping hand to the goat, and one in which friendship is valued above all else. Drop around someday and borrow a cigarette. You can always find someone who will go places and do things with you, whether you want to play handball or write triolets. Twenty years trom now we will not remember the things that are written in reports and records but we will remember the comradeship of the men in B Company; a place where we knew every man, not as Jones and Smith, not as second classman or yearling, but as Jack and Bill. ■O X