Davidson College - Quips and Cranks Yearbook (Davidson, NC)

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The animals of this age had such enormous heads that were it not for the fact that they are perfectly empty they would be incapable of locomotion. After passing through an age of cataclysms, chaos and gen- eral crash, the class of ' 95 came out Juniors. These have much smaller heads, and an instinct to keep them shut, thus hiding the cavity which generally occupies the interior. With another leap, as remark- able as that made by the human animal when he changed from the anthropoid ape to man, we became vSeniors, with all the necessary qualities of that class of animals except conceit, which quality seems to be entirely lacking in the whole class. We now number thirty men, all of whom will no doubt graduate, owing to the fact that the faculty have put doors to all the halls in order to fasten us up after 8 o ' clock. They did this for our own good, for there has been let loose a certain wild Texas desperado in this vicinity, who has taken a vow to extract one lock of hair from the head of every student in college. It is thought Here the historian was interrupted by the death of Clio, who had come to his aid. The poor muse had bitten off more than she could chaw, and when she began to relate the deeds of this terrible man, her frail form failed for fear, and with a gasp she died. It is only just to say that at one time this desperado was a member of the class of ' 95. Since Inspiration is dead the history must stop. Thus endeth the first and last history of the class of ' 95- Historian. 26

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year ' s crop. On the Saturday night before commence- ment the spirit of Sophomority tore the class of ' 95, and as the evil spirit of old went into the swine, this one went into the class of ' 96, which immediately rushed into the ocean. They were not drowned, however, for they were tossed out by the indignant fish, who refused to cohabitate with such compounds as Freshmen imbued with the spirit of Sophomores. After vacation we returned forty-three strong, still the largest class in college. When we were Freshmen we had tasted success in athletics, then we polished the diamond with the class of ' 94. In the session ' 92-93 we had also put several victories to our credit. But never, during our college course, has there been such an athletic zeal as there was during the fall of ' 93. Football carried every- thing before it, and of course the class of ' 95 carried the football. We were very partial to the number twelve that year. When we played the Freshmen 12 too favor ' 95 was written across the score card. Not long after this we played the Sophomores to the tune of 12 to o, also ; and since we could not arrange a game with the seniors we closed the year with the honor of being the only class against which no team had scored a point. Athletic day, in the spring of ' 94, was as honorably gone through with as the football season had been. Although his opponents had magic slippers and winged feet, our indomitable Cicero won the cham- pionship for ' 95 by winning the highest number of events. Ninety-five did not confine her efforts to athletics during this year, however, as her success would seem to indicate. She placed on the boards a minstrel troupe that surprised and delighted every audience before which they showed. The actors were Mattie and Goat, end men, Cromo, manager, and Henry, Soul, Fox, Frank, W. W. (alias Lightning-rod) and Ham, sub-stars. This entertainment, given the Fri- day night before Maxwell Chambers Day, was one of the many new departures which have been made by the class of ' 95, and with which the world is already so familiar. This, our junior year, though, with all its successes and victories, is darkened by a cloud that almost hides the brightness of the otherwise happy session. When we returned from the Christmas holidays, happy, light-hearted and careless, each student was chilled by the unusual quiet and surprised by seeing so many sad faces. With tearful eye and kindly accent each whispered to his neighbor, ' ' Goetchius is dead. ' ' He had been at college only four months, having entered a Junior, and in that time had won respect from every mind and carved his name in the innermost recesses of every heart. A rose had been dropped into our midst and crushed, leaving a sweetness in the air that still pervades it. Its leaves we laid carefully away in a sacred spot, and engraved on his tombstone, the heart of each true son of ' 95, an epitaph in three short words, We loved him. The grass grew over his grave, the wounds in our hearts healed over ; but a mound is left in the little graveyard and a scar where our heart-strings were wounded. The Junior year is over, and now we reach the last step of our evolution. We entered the college world a mass ofunknown substance, surrounded by mouths whose duty it was to tell all history, past, present and future, and to explain away all sciences. By slow development we separated into individuals, and per saltum we reached the state called sophos-moros. 25

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o v s$ Afass CLASS ORGANIZATION, T. D. JOHNSTON President C. M. BAILEY Vice-President. W. E. CHAMBERS Secretary and Treasurer D. P. McGEACHY Historian mOTTO, COUORS, YEUIa. Motto — Honos alit artes. Colors — Silver and purple. Yell Heyyo! Heighyo! Kelli kowee-kowak-kowix ! Hella-bulloo-bolak-bolix ! What ' s the matter with ' y6 ? 27