The Hill School - Dial Yearbook (Pottstown, PA)

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41 EDI H9 71 HHH ' x...Jy 5 f has not succumbed to the Wiles of Morpheus. There he sits and considers Whether he shall plan his new suit after the orthodox fashion or follow the monstrosities introduced the past year by the class sports, Boyd, Pitney, and Stearns. I Suddenly, the air was split by the fearful yowl of a prowling tomcat. The faculty half roused, and Mr. Algernon Dyer was heard to mutter in his sleep, Ah, my nephew, Dick! is fr-Q V T7

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-' 61 V H r VP n I Q X 'Q mm 11 my estimation the most interesting time that I had was when Shaner and Saylor drove me to Haverford and made me pump up all the tiresf, That may be, Old Fellow, but it can't compare with the time when Thornton Bell missent his romantic epistlef' and Sloane col- lapsed into a chair, having just escaped from the orations by means of the back door. As he reached for his pipe on the mantle, he happened to dislodge a Billiken, donated as a parting gift by Ted Guyer, and it fell to the floor, breaking into a thousand pieces. Ah l sighed Bemmyg Sad Fate that parts us with our friend Ned Jermyn. Would that I had Hoadley and Mintzer to accompany me in my morning carols through the flat,', mumbled Father Rolfe. Ye-sf' said Haynes, and Hessenbruch and Taylor to give zest to your nightly slumbers with their raids and riots! At this point the historian wavers. Can he in all propriety mention the follies and frivol- ities of the Grafter-in-Chief, Secor Cunningham? No! For so doing, the public would be denied the pleasure of reading this masterpiece. So, with all due grace We return discreetly to the Masters, Club and find that Mr. Haynes alone Q 3- I6

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