St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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,The Tale of a Codish- l One morning, about fifty years ago, a little codfish was disporting himself inthe blue waters just outside of Boston harbor, and was dreaming of his past and of his future. . His ancestors had come over in the wake of the Mayflower, he felt their aristocratic blood in his veins, and though a little fish, yet, being a Bostonian, he talked like a whale. He looked with satisfaction upon that bay of which the Atlantic is but an adjacent puddle, and upon the cape, which, like an arm of the continent, reaches out to embrace the sea, for, thought he, these bear the name of my distinguished family. Surely there is significance in my heredity and environment. Surely evolution gives me promise of a noble destiny. l 4 ' ' V So saying, he turned his attention to a dainty breakfast that came before him as if by Parisian magic, for even sons of the blue-stockings sometimes condescend to the gross animal custom of taking nourishment. Suddenly, to h'is speechless amazement, he found himself dangling from the end of a string and rising to face a sunburnt fisherman in his boat. Once aboard, he was thrown with a goodly company of his old friends and relations who also had recen-tly breakfasted. Although his pride was not insensible to the honor of being thus much sought after, yet that morning's breakfast was but the beginning of hardships, of cruel indignity at thehands of barbarians,,of life in cramped quarters with miserable accommodations, of weary journeys into strange lands, far, far from home. A Passing over, in pity, the shocking details of his treatment for many months,.let it suffice to say that at length he found himself rolled together and tied up in a snug but rather uncomfortable package on the shelf of an Annapolis grocery store. There he sat, year after year,looking out from under his burden of dust, and regarding with melancholy interest the colonial life about him. In the course of his half-century of observation he saw at least a half-dozen new buildings erected in the picturesque city of Anne Arundel, saw one local spinster get married, sawla St. John's student who never frenched, nor skipped, nor gouged, nor got a zip, saw Rasin make the rise in all his classes, saw Duvall survive his period of probation, and Smith get off the Black-List. It chanced one evening recently that Mr. Grant, our matron, stood upon the west porch of the Dining-Hall, solitary and absorbed in thought. Then raising his head and fixing one eye on College Creek and the other on the moon, he thus solilo quized:- My .1717 U g

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Extract from a .Ypecclz of M. L. B. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN:-The multifariousness of the concatenation of illicitous procedendos, conglomerated, has conglutinated the differentiated synallagmatics. How- ever, our primogenitureship forisfamiliates from the homogeneousness of our geneagenesis the oontraremonstrant.against ultramontanism. But the hornologoumena genethlialo- gizes propunciamientos epigrammatically characteristic of acromonogrammaticism. Blandiloquious are the verbatizations consociated to the naturalizations of homoemerical beings having a possessionary vernacularization in an extraneous rurality. A hieroso- lymitan must subhurnerate rurality. A transubstantiationalistic imaginationaiisms of his subtercolurnniated cireumstantiality. Tachydidaxy anagiyptographies in such a sesquipedalian methodologicalism that the extensometer of expansibleness discovered an inter-cavernousness which terfminologioally resilenced the undertakings of those experi- mentarian philosophizers. The obstreperousness accornpanable to such anthropomor- phologicisms intimidates the auditorial personages, and revivicates a reminiscentiality of Aldiborontiphoseophomio in the tragicornipastoral travesty of Chrononhotonthologos. CAt this point, the stenographer fainted so We are unable to give the rest of this great speechj A , ,sQj,a X' Gghxi? Q ,:.'g?:. W M 173