College of William and Mary - Colonial Echo Yearbook (Williamsburg, VA)

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IN THE cafe to your right, ladies and gentlemen, you see the only specimen of the Scandinavian wampus in captivity. Reared in the dark fens of Denmark, Leif at an early period condescended to grace the ancient Capital with his presence, and has been gracing it ever since. For versatility, Scheie has a cameleon or college professor beaten to a frazzle. An athlete, a scientist, a professional beauty and an inventor — all of these he is, nay even a human being — almost. Scheie ' s athletic bent is rather a tender subject and we drop it right here. As an inventor, however, his fame rests secure; he can invent more excuses per minute than a Philadelphia lawyer in a month. Leif ' s inseparable companion is a wicked, black mule, cleped Demosthenes, who is as eloquent with his hinder limbs as his master with his tongue — and much more effective. With all his faults we love him still. Leif ' s tow-head is a welcome sight on the campus, and when we see it we prepare for five-foot-six of college spirit, good fellowship and level-headedness. Page Ta ent f-iix

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Kappa Sigma; A ' . N. O.; SpoltsTvood Club; Caplain Baseball Team 1914; CorJon-Hopc. HANDSOME, genial, modest, efficient and at all times a Virginia gentle- man of the highest type — this is Bat. We all know him, we all admire him, we all love him. Neglecting the attention that a cute little fellow like Bathurst always attracts, he was first bathed in the fickle lime-light of fame when as a mere shaver (or a non-shaver, to be precise) he held down left field on our championship baseball team of 1911. Since then he has divided his time about equally pursuing baseballs, ladies and his studies — always with unvarying success. In fact, it seems that life would get monotonous to one who, like Peachy, always gets what he goes after, without much effort. His latest acquisition is the captaincy of the baseball team, and it ' s a safe prediction it will be a good team, and a credit to its leader. Good luck to you. Bat — wherever you go the best wishes of the Class of 1914 will ever be with you. Page Tvenly-five

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SLEEPYHEAD! Johnny ' s chief contribution to the annals of his Alma Mater is his record of rapid dressing. On chapel mornings he can rise when the bell commences to ring, dress, breakfast and scuttle over to chapel in time to answer to his name. Can you beat it ? John has other characteristics, of course — he is a heavy calico sport, but don ' t say calico to him, she ' s fine silk to his love- lorn notions. Taylor is one of the old reliables — steady, always dependable and enthusiastic about anything that will bring glory to his Alma Mater. College spirit? He ' s chock full of it, and it oozes out of every pore in his soft, fair epidermis. Next to the fair sex John ' s softest spot is for Brafferton traditions. If dead roosters could tell tales, Taylor would now be only a memory at the College, but a pleasant one to be sure. His favorite grouch is the grub at the Mess-hall. One day he was going up the steps to the dining-hall when the dinner bell was ringing. Just at that time John ' s cur dog was heard to growl and bark. Taylor turned to him indignantly and asked: What in hell are you growling about? You don ' t have to eat it. But he seems to have thrived on it just the same, and claims to have gained 7f ounces during the five years he has spent here. He doesn ' t look any heavier, so we assume the gain was in his cerebrum. Rogc Tntent i-ieven