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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Perhaps the friction of his mind on that of his poor room-mate has kindled the pure fire of his intellectual genius. At any rate it shines with such brilliancy that it frequently blinds Nlr. Sheppard and the Geometry class. Next we have Carol Shaffer, so called because his room emits more musical sounds than a hand-organ. On enter- ing, if you're lucky, you' may be able to make your way through the tons of music that cover the floor. Sit down, and you sit on a mandolin or put your foot through a guitar-case. Probably about this time a music-box, or phonograph, or something starts up. Then there is usually a banjo-mandolin-glee club concert going on. Shaffer has stood it for two terms and still lives. He surely deserves to be ranked among the immortals. Speaking of music, here is our sweet songster, Jay-bird Spencer, me boy. His greatest joy, next to running a ten- .mile race, is to throw back his head and warble: Down in the cornfield Hear that mournful sound, Jolly boating wea-a-ther, Three cheers for old Nassau. Here we have Beltram X. Y. Z. Sauntry, noted for his wonderful smile, gorgeous scarf-pins and curious hats. Ah, yes, I almost forgot, he sings. Whether he hypnotized or successfully assaulted Nlr. Haynes is not known, but at any rate he succeeded in breaking into the glee club, so hurrah for him ! QEnter Eben Orlando McNair, Jr., who chuckles incessantly in alternate bass and falsetto tones with startling effectj. This is another of the large tribe of Nlacks that inhabit the flat. Yes, he is a sad case. Brooding over a disappoint- ment in love has made him utterly foolish. Just listen to that laugh! Too bad, isn't it? So young, too. Only twenty-seven. Generally his face is preternaturally grave, but occasionally he breaks forth, as at present. Next ! CEnter 'arry Woidner, Esq., DIAL in his hand, Hinglish wescut, French shoes, Pottstown walkj. He draws up three shades in line and says: f'Open ranks! March! No, not that way. This is the way they do it in Macbeth. Acts it for them. They are visibly affected. Now again. Ah, excellent! Renshaw, what's the matter with your shoes, etc. He keeps this up until the shades go stark mad and rush out. Woidner mutters: Now, what do you suppose was the matter? l'm sure it was that way in the Colonel's drill regulations. Exit. Last, but not least, Whacker Nlunyon Wallace steps proudly into the arena. Pro di immortales! Was there ever such a man? Of mighty strength-yea, a second Shevlin. Like that hero of bygone days, he has a magnificent physical development, yes, and a brazen voice with leather lungs. If in the Lawrenceville game last fall they had given Andya chance to explain the rules he would have talked Lawrenceville into ten touchdowns at least. . S 1 7