The Hill School - Dial Yearbook (Pottstown, PA)

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This next is a rather substantial shade, you say. Ah, yes, but you should have seen him in the flesh. There, truly, was a man. His ruddy locks and sweet smile marked Rufus Johnson. His grace and agility were well known. In fact, they made him the best drilled private last year. To be sure, it was rumored that the Colonel was rather under the weather, but I assure you that the rumor was wholly without foundation. i - O Tempora! O Nlores! What is this that rises like the issue of a king, and wears upon his brow the round and top of sovereignty? CEnter King Hercules Hammond juggling two loo-pound cannon balls and whistling, Tchaka Forever! D No, of course not, this is not Sandow, nor yet Nlr. Armstrong, but the only and inimitable Nlajor Pond Ham- mond. , Oh, yes, they let him run loose. He's not at all dangerous. See him now! Notice his thoughtful air. What new and wonderful hat-talk is he concocting? A marvelous excuse wherewith to charm Nlr. Sheppard into giving him a third? Who can say? Perhaps he is thinking of founding a school of physical culture by mail. Nlaybe-but there is no use in wondering. Not a chance in ten thousand of guessing what be is thinking of. Next! QEnter Duncan eating somethingb. This is one of our eaglets. His place of abode is far above the noise and bustle of the flat, where he sometimes swoops in search of food. He has been known to travel for miles while thus engaged. His expression of child-like credulity or goo-goo eyes, as you please, is to be especially noticed. Here we have pater familias, the oldest inhabitant, Waldo Johnston Qwifb a tu J, is a horrible example. He formed ahabit of coming to The Hill in his early youth and has been unable to break away since. It is rumored, how- ever, that he intends to make a last desperate attempt this spring. Oh, yes! I almost forgot, he is an inventor. He tried to construct one of the popular window-closing machines and succeeded. The device closed the window in one- fortieth of a second-and broke the window. I QEnter John Brown Lawrence smiling sweetlyy. Several spirits appear. who try to provoke him. One, the ghost of a Lawrenceville fellow, says something about football. Lawrence smiles calmly. Another touches upon the end of the basketball season. Lawrence still smiles. At last one, wiser than the others, begins: While at Tuskagee Institute with Booker T. Washington, I had ample opportunity to study the negro question, I-3' At this point Lawrence seizes him and blends his face with the terra firma, then, foaming at the mouth, pursues the others. They flee. QProfound hush. Enter Edward K. in the costume of Lady Nlacbethb. The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the entrance of William Duncan. Come, you spirits that tend on every ones thoughts, Unsex me here! x T5

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qEnter Charles Texas Fowler, playing on a violin, Way down in Shep's room.t'j This one, as you see by his colid, :esthetic countenance, never allows anything to disturb or anger him. What! Oh, yes, he plays basketball. Wellflffe- member how in that famous game with Brown Prep. he became confused and attempted to bounce along the floor his opponent's head instead of the ball. But we must hasten. A Next ! , Francis Ching Foo Georger is our towling swell. What! Oh, yes, he is, he told me so himself. With him every act is grace itself. In football, in skating-nay, even in walking, he is the very poetry of motion. industrious! you ask? Oh, very, on Sunday mornings-yes, and on Monday mornings, too, for that matter. Next ! George Alphonse de Gaston Glaenzer appears, clad in a rainbow shirt and dancing pumps. He bows, pl tces his hand over his heart and begins in a rich false-also voice the following dirge: it Once, while I was sitting just as still as I could be, Mr. Sheppard whispered, ' Proposition twenty-three g' Hardly had I answered, when he grinned a grin at me Saying, ' Next ! ' Wasn't he mean? H Once I knew my Iliad, ah, yes, 'twas long ago, I drew a breath to rattle off some titty lines or so, When Mr. Rolfe made me desist and murmured, ' Much too slow,' Saying, 'Next ll Wasn't he mean? He grins and disappears like the Cheshire cat. First body, then face, then, last of all, grin. c This tall, gaunt form that next stalks across the scene is not Caesar's ghost, but only John Juba Holabird, who imagines for an instant that he is at West Point and walking on guard. With great exertion he managed to prepare eight recitations a week QSpelling, Geography, Reading and Picture Blocksj. t CCries of Prince Charles forever in the distance. Enter Hopkins smiling uneasilyj. This next specimen is our all-round man, actor, inventor, soldier, juggler, author, geometry shark and anything else you please. His greatest achiev- ment P Thatls hard to say. He gained considerable note on an alarm clock machine that could close the window and do thirty-seven other tricks. This feat was eclipsed by Hammond, however, who had a lead of two features when How- ard cleaned out the flat for the dance. Some say this blow deranged Prince Charles' mind, but others say not, basing their position on the assumption that the aforesaid mind was alread c ack d ' f - ' y r e in our oi five places. Perhaps his greatest feat was his close imitation of a corpse. This feat was performed on no less than 204 days of the school year, i4

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