St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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The faculty met on the following dayg Suspension was what we feared they'd say, But luck was with us that time, for they Assigned us fifty demerits. Q Now three times fifty demerits, my friend, Send a college boy home six weeks to spend, , But when you're suspended, you're nearing the end, F So you see why we dreaded to hear it. 1 And now in conclusion allow me to say I'Ve lived around profs. for many a day, i And I've learned by this time that it doesn't pay To try to outwit them too often. A 1 They keep one eye open when they take a nap, 5 l And just let them catch you for once in their trap, 4 For your prayers and entreaties they won't. care-a snap, l Their hearts no mortal can soften. Q 5 5 5 , 4 l 2 l i r 1 5 1 Tr V2 CW' Vx g E 1 li 4 if s 4 -wav 10? 4 e Q WZ, n ffiQLa,?:v e . n M -4 A 1 ws y ll 2

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.H J'tuderzt's Reverie ..lli 1 I sat in my room in Pinkney Hall and gazed out upon the inky blackneSS of H wild March night. Outside a fearful storm is raging. The rain drops patter incessantly on the roof, and the Northeast wind howls dismally around the corner. Ever and anon a fitful puff rushes angrily against my window, rattles the sash violently, and finally dies away in a mournful wail. ' if Within all is cheerful. The steam sings merrily through the radiator, and the genial warmth is made more pleasant by the raging storm outside. I draw my chair up near the table, fill my pipe with Maryland Club, and prepare to enjoy a quiet smoke. My pipe smokes exceptionally well tonight, and soon the blue wreaths begin to ascend to the ceiling, and I' begin to dream. W ' My thoughts go back to an old moss-covered mansion in Southern Maryland, where I spent my boyhood days. I seeuits broad chimneys, its slopingroof, and its wide, open fireplace around which the family would gather on a cold winter night, while we children roasted potatoes in the ashes. And when our feast was over, when the last story had been told and the embers were slowly dying, I climbed the stairs to my bed under the eaves, and the moaning wind lulled me to sleep.. A p l I see the old plantation in summer, the fields of grain waving in the gentle breeze, the green orchards sprinkled o'er with pink and white blossoms, and I hear the liquid notes of the mocking bird as he sang so sweetly in his leafy bower. The long lane through which I drove the cows home in the twilight of a summer evenirg stretches before me, and I seem to inhale the delightful odors of the honeysuckle that grew on either side. I see the cabin of Qld Capin Joe, standingalone near the river, and nearby a pile of nets, where I would sit for hours and listen to his tales of storms and shipwrecks. All these things come back to me and I live over those happy days again+days which come but once in our lives. Then I find myself once morein the country school house, where inspired by the desire to go to college, and the master's rod, I began my first struggles with grammar and arithmetic. Gradually the scene changes, and my early college days come back to me 5 days when the word Sophomore struck 'terror to my soul, and when, fired by the ambition to shine among the constellation of great athletes, I ventured forth to try my skill on the football field. I recall the day of the big game, when, after weeks of training and hard practice, I was given a place on the team, and I hear the lusty cheers 180 -