Blake School - Reflections / Call O Pan Yearbook (Hopkins, MN)

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Till-: ( AM. «• l A. OF IO.T I Even Hunt, if asked, would grudgingly admit that Ted studies as much as half the senior class combined. Pages of Latin vocabulary delivered by this lad in a monotone have interrupted more than one of the Special Help discussions on Wine, Women, and What is Wrong with Blake. This avid student has been known to forego bridge games to memorize the biography of Blaine, and when he staggers down that hall with glazed eyes it’s a lossup whether he is reciting Hamlet or Physics formulae. Ted’s composure has deserted him but twice: Once in the St. Paul debate when he thundered loudly enough to arouse Pierson and Atkinson in the last row of My life is on • timid horrid grind.' Edwin Fifilior Hinder Monk Kntered Blake 1922 Minnesota the balcony; and once when Cullen suggested that he be the recipient of a few swats from the Senior paddle. The wrathful figure of Mr. Kinger fairly bristled indignation, and Jim retreated ignomini-ously. The high spot of Ted’s three year career on the swimming team was his capture of first place in the breaststroke this year at the state meet. For two years he has been a member of the golf team, tramping the greens of The Country Club and Minikahda under the tutelage of Mr. Glenn. Two performances in the Blake plays and the manipulation of the spotlight at the “Mikado” helped Ted perfect his dramatic ability. Page Twenty-eight

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tiii: i .ul o i»a. of in: i All hell broke loose. Welles Norton Pierson Goon Entered Blake 1920 Minnesota Nimrod of the North, Wellesy lias been shuffling intermittently through the Blake halls of higher learning as long as this bleared brain can remember. When he isn't bellowing imprecations at the opposing guard, and entreating his teammates in forceful terms to “smear dese violets,” Sludge is engaged in plaguing our own Southern Sage. {In fact, the only time Welles ever lost a decision in verbal contact with Mr. Bittinger was when the explanation of just how “despots’ got to lie “enlightened” proved too much for even the Piersonian brain, which allowed itself to slip into the arms of Morpheus.) Ever since this mortifying experience, Welles has tried unsuccessfully to lure Mr. Bill into one of those hunting cam- paigns “up North,” where he might be dealt with as man to man. Behemoth of the Bath, the Goon could always be counted upon to give the spectators their money’s worth in the 220. Thrashing, splashing, wheezing, and puffing he would navigate the distance after a terrific battle; and, if defeated, woe is me! Inoffensive chairs fell like kindling wood before this prancing fury. It once took Mr. Bosanko and half of the spectators to cool his playful demonstrations. In deference to Welles' modesty, we refrain from anything more than mentioning his subtle portrayal of the fiendish “Harli,” but in passing we beg of him to retain that boyish spontaneity despite the evil influence of Atkinson. Page Tu enty-seven

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Til 1 1 CALL O PAN OF l».T4 Of all the girls that are so smart There’s none like pretty Sally. Arlliiir l i »|M»r Smilli Art Entered Blake 1930 Harvard Always a star performer in Physics and Mathematics, Art experiences some difficulty in Vergil when he encounters a few of the longer monikers of Aeneas' companions. But with these toils passed he is a free soul for the day, even having enough time to spare for that after lunch bridge game at which he excels, despite the machinations of Harrison to garner every ace in the pack. Smittv is the one member of the class who has done right by his girl. For y’ars and yars he has been true to the one and only, and no amount of opposition on the part of others has discouraged his ar- dor. Night after night during vacation is his modestly colored car (the one that Pence found to be of highly inflammable material) parked before her house. After muttering throaty gutterals for years in the choir. Art was this spring cast as the Mikado in the operetta. Long mustaches and all. his performance was so excellent as to merit recognition in the “Golfer. As extemporaneous speaker he gave Joe Clifford a real battle in the Thorpe Cup Contest, finally taking second place. We wish the owner of the best groomed head of hair in the Senior Class the greatest of fortune at Harvard. Page Twenty-nine