St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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that time. They have been a rather quiet and well-behaved class of Freshies, just as all Freshies should be. Occasionally some of them need a calling down, and they get it with a right good will. G The Sophomore Class is also the G. O. H. For the benefit of those who never ran afoul of this bunch of heavyweight door smashers I will write it out. G. O. H. means Grand Order 'of Hazers. It is this aggregation that does all the deviltry, breaks all the furniture, throws water, cuts the Freshmen's hair when it is too long and worries the life out of Tommy. It does all of this and much more, and is called the worst nuisance in college, but it makes the Freshies stay where they belong, so it is some good after all. Were it not for the G. O. H. the Freshmen would soon take the place, and then we would have to call out the Heroes Prepis Belli to restore order. . In the evening,'after supper-not every evening, for we do not rough-house the Freshmen every night-four or five Sophs will be gathered in Buck Devries' room taking a quiet smoke, when in walks Prep Gosnell, hot on the trail of the man with a bag of Maryland, Club. The first thing Prep does after he has gotten his 'fcoflin tack and planted his feet on the table is to inquire if there is a quorum present. A quorum must be present before the G. O. H. can go on a rampage. If the required number is not there, Prep goes out on a hunt and soon corrals a bunch of Sophs, thirsty for Freshman blood and eager for a rough-house. Upstairs, yells Biddy Clark and they are off. In goes the door, out goes the light, and the fun begins. When it is over, and the Freshman crawls out from under a pile of beds, trunks, bureaus and washstands, he thinks his room has been swept by a tornado. This performance lasts just long enough for Bob White, or the O. D., to arrive and the following morning it is announced in Chapel that Mr. --' is rapidly approaching the limit. The reaction always sets in the next morning, you know, just like the morning after you have been enjoying yourself with an old friend. You would imagine, from the sour expression on some of their faces, that the culprits had actually been on a red-paint sortie, and that there was going on somewhere in the interior an eruption of Mumms Extra Bubbles. They are a gloomy crowd for the next few days, and the poor Freshmen have to swallow many a bitter pill. Some one has to pay the fiddler you know, and it usually falls upon these poor innocent Rats You can imagine how the poor lambs feel. Show me the person who would be tickled into hysterics at finding his wordly effects scattered to all points of the compass. Why, it is enough to make a man take a dose of surveying. I know how they enjoy it, and my heart bleeds for them Csometimesj. I was a Freshman once myself. Pm wearing my heart away for you- Kill him! Drown him! Choke him! This is the greeting McCardell receives when, in a sentimental frame of mind, he strolls around disturbing the peaceful solitude of Pinkney Hall by yelling that beautiful ballad in his silvery tenor voice. Poor Mac, he never gets to finish his song for the fellows soon have him on a run for the back campus. There he wears his heart away as much S1

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Sophomore History -L .i11-1l1 I write this not for the world at large, and trust that the public may never have the opportunity to laugh at this poor attempt at class history. This narration is intended not for the eyes of grammarians, nor for the blue pencil of critics, but for the sons of this old college, they alone can appreciate our struggles and adventures. This is a Sophomore Class History and let us hope that the members of 1906 will treasure it not as a piece of literature, but as a memento of the happiest days of a lifetime. I ' This may well be called the first year of our college life. We are no longer poor, timid and much-abused Freshmen, those days of terror have passed. We are college men, and we have a small linger in all that goes on. Sometimes it is a very small finger, when we think it should be the whole fist. Confidentially, we would like to be the entire show and lord over all, but we can't. The upper-classmen won't let us, so we must stand back and look on for another year and let those wise Seniors and Juniors run the machine. y There is one thing, however, that this class can do, and that is to olier lots of good advice concerning matters of great importance, under consideration. We have several members who are- noted for their wise counsel, and the upper-classmen frequently consult them on matters ofstate. e ' Three things are noticeable in the Senior and Junior classes, they are: First, the air with which. those dignitaries strut about, second, the endless red tape that they must always go through, and third, the deluges of hot air which they pour out upon us and which we mustbear, simply because we are under!classmen. F There is so much of this f'warm atmosphere about us that I -fear by the time we are Seniors the same will have been imbued in us, and we will be just like the present leading spirits at St. John's. , . On the 18th'day of last September the echoes of a class yell were heard floating over the- front campus. As the last line of the yell died away, a crowd of light-hearted, noisy fellows came into sight, and every one knew that the class of 1906 had returned. Some one yelled Sophs, and what happened then is beyond my power to describe. There was a great scampering of green-hued objects, but really they went so fast and disap- peared so suddenly one could not tell what they were. We have learned sincethat they were Freshmen, some of them are running yet-. Poor, dear children! How they must -have longed for home and mother when they heard that awful word, Sophs. It doubt- less struck terror to their fluttering hearts, for we have heard very little from them since 80

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as he likes and carols his feelings over the tar-pit to the dusky daughters of Buzzard's Roost. f'Mac also recites with much feeling and pathos, The Picture on the Bar- room Floor drawn with chalk from the pool table. It is a beautiful little classic, and Mac renders it so well that I have seen crowds moved to tears by 1t. Vill you oben der door up or vill you haf me pring id in on ma pack? Vy vud you make me remain oud here in der damp vedder? I know you fellows vas in dere. Did you egspect me to nonblief dese ears uf mine vat I haf had all der dime? It is Aleck Ruhl, our class treasurer, after dues, and if you are in, you might as well open up and hand over the coin, for if he knows you are at home and are trying to hold him off by keeping out of sight, he will come through and there will be only a hole in the wall where your door used to be. Aleck usually gets what he comes after, for he always brings along his hard-luck story, and mixed in with the Dutch there is a little Hebrew, and the conglomeration gives him an air of persuasiveness that is irresistible. Handsome Harry, ashe is sometimes called, is a number one man and a worthy member, of the Sophomore Class. ' In our last'history we had the first chapter of a very interesting serial story entitled, Ripping, Roaring Bull Harrison, the Loudest Man in the Institution. This story is in seven parts Cone for each year at collegej. Part II. shows our hero deeply engrossed in the Social Problem. He is trying to discover ifuall the fellows in college are descended from the nobility of their respective Fatherlands, and if the blood that flows through their veins is too blue to trickle. His aim is to make all the red blood in the world blue, and so make us all aristocrats. It is a gloriouswork, and we wish him every success. When we were Freshmen, we were so bashful that I honestly believe had a girl smiled at one of our class,.that man would haveffallen over in a dead faint. A year can work wonderful changes, however, and now our class is full of lovers,-Lord Chester- fields and Hacketts all. Show me the maid who could resist the charms of Booboo Hall, or Ma Hearn. These two handsome young lovers have more broken hearts to their credit than the rest of the class taken together. Oh, the degeneracy of an unre- strained puppy-love. I can not but weep when I follow along in the wake of my lady fair and behold the lifeless forms of my chums and class-mates who have fallen in their first encounter with the little god. These youthful sons of '06 died game, for there still lingers upon their faces that same 'beautiful smile which they wore when first they began to revel in love's sweet dreams. Beware, all ye who soar away among the realms of Cupid, lest ye fall from his good graces. 'Tis a sad tumble, and when you hit the earth some- thing is going to be found smashed. h I have read histories in which the writer boasted of athletes. I am not going to boast of ours, 'nor tell who they are, nor what their calibre is, but simply say that we have 1n our class ten or twelve monograms, and that is as much as any class in college can say. 82