St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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We are not all athletes and do not desires to be,-buthwe mean to uphold the re utati of p on o 06 on the athletlc field and everywhere. Our' motto is, Many heads, but one mind Our class is large, but we stand shoulder to shoulder in our struggle for fame and fort ., ,V A- uneg- Long wave the Blue and Gray! I call on h M Q' ' ' you, er sons, to love, honor, and deferrdslt. Fight for it, die for it, but hever debase nor disgrace it. 7 f Xi fire- f o, 4 ,gggyi k wf o Q3 K

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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

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