Muhlenberg College - Ciarla Yearbook (Allentown, PA)

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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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JAMES E. ERNST R. F. D., No. i, Mohrsville, Pa. Born at Centreport, Pa., October 17, 1893. Prepared at Keystone State Nor- mal School, Kutztown, Pa. Entered Muh- lenberg in fall of 1913. Classical Course. K. S. N. S. Club. Euterpea Literary So- ciety. Berks County Club; Vice President (3). Deutscher Verein; Secretary (2). Class Secretary (2). Associate Editor 1917 Ciarla. Class Basketball; Manager (2). Class Baseball (1). Class Football (2, 3). Lutheran. Independent. Minis- try. “Jim, how are you this morning anyway? “I am fair, no kick coming from any direction that I know of. “You seem to me to be about one of the most interesting characters that the Lord of Creation could create. “What makes you think so? “Because you always think and act in exactly the same way as everybody thinks you do, pap !’’ “If that is the case, I suppose it is because I try to live a temperate, unemotional life. Horace’s Ode on the Golden Mean is something remarkable. Do you know anything about it?” “Yes, I also studied it and I like it.” “That is what I always like to adopt. It is not the emotionalist that makes this world. No, it is the man who meets everything that comes up in a quiet and easy way. Let me give you some advice — never do anything out of the ordinary. It doesn ' t pay. Be a part of the world. Live your own life, then the world cannot criticise you. I would not desire to have my name on the front pages of the news- papers, because it might make somebody believe that I desired notoriety. That would be more than infamous. Stay within your own realms, then you are safe from all criticisms.”

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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.”