Boston University School of Management - Syllabus Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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aff, SYLLABUS, 1923 I .e The boat was bound for Bangor, And we'd be in Ellsworth soon. And everyone was singin'! Say, what beauty in those tunes! We sang the songs of olden days, And harmony, O man! Tenor, Bass and Baritone, We had them right on hand. We sang songs of f'The Silvery Moon, Of beer and of water, too, The Old Home in Tennessee, Hinky Dinky Parlez-vous. For every man was feelin' gay And happy, every one, For we were goin' to the land Of fishin' and of fun. The cool air of the ocean drove many inside, where a little 25C limit was indulged in-Wild Geo. Davis, the Champ Mustard Gas Inhaler of the 30th Division earning his fare, board for his vacation and spending money for the next year. George thor- oughly enjoys himself 'on such trips. Arriving at Ellsworth, we were met by a crowd which approximated the total population of the city. Anyway, the quality of the fair city was there. Then followed shaking of hands, greetings and how d'ye do's and a general demonstration that we were the only people. They do not hesitate to demonstrate, and dear Ellsworth- ites, we thank you for liking us and heartily reciprocate. - But pleasure must cease and work begin sometime. A few days passed and we were down to business in one of the prettiest high schools in the country. We managed to live through the sessions, the dullness CPD of summer work immensely alleviated by the jovial spirits and interesting attitude of our worthy professors. Professor Hugh Babb could make the dryest subject existing CNO! I don't mean his law courses are dryj sound like a session of story telling. Merely to hear Prof. Hoffman talk, to hear him enunciate in his clear powerful voice, never failed to keep us all on the qui Vive. The wit of the Great Educator is legion. Andy Miller and Monty Isenberg being some of our own boys did not need to restrain us-we could act free and easy in their courses. The boys liked Professor Flores for his tennis activities and found him a good instructor. Accounting is naturally a tedious study, especially when we have two hours in a row, but thanks to the selection of the Dean, we had Prof. Goggin, who besides being a master of Accounting is an excellent instructor, he made those morning hours Hit away, and paradoxical as it may seem, wetenjoyed our A-4. Editorial we, however, enjoyed no other course as we did those under Prof. O'Neil. What a varied and interesting life he has led! And how well he can hold the attention of the class! He is a Master of Pedagogy. The Havana branch cannot but succeed. However, school occupied but a small part of our time and thoughts. Devotees of Isaac VValton found Ellsworth and the vicinity a heaven for fishermen and a h-- for fish. Prof. Bellatty, when he could get away from fishing, taught Ad. Classes. Lewis Pitcher and Dan Driscoll, when they could get away from fishing, attended these classes. Ponzi Jones spent his spare moments in bed trying to put on weight by resting. 266

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SUMMER SCHOOL Maine Poem Maine, we cherish you as ours, With your pretty woodland bowers, And your rivers ever winding in and outg Through the valleys 'neath the hills And enjoined to them the rills, Gentle streams that How from countryside about. Oh, the beauty of your lakes- They seem placed there for our sakes, For the heart and eye of B.U. men to feastg Ah, this surely is the life, Far away from city strife, In a land of Naturc's beauty and of peace. Fellow Golzlbrickers, Gl0'Ul'l'lUIll'I1l Tourists and Prairie Viz'w1'rs.'- Bonjour, Messieursf' as the Frogs say. One year has passed since we brought home our SYLLABUS to show the folks our name in print as proof of the splendid work we were doing in school. And mother showed the book to the neighbors who averred to other neighbors that her Henry was doing splendid work at college- Why, I actually saw his name in a book-so it must be so. But just think-a year from now many of us will be working CO death! where is thy sting?j, we accountants busily debiting cash and crediting some trick account that had been figuratively pummeled into us by Professor Gogging our ad-men in deep thought, Shall we accept that 3IO0,000 contract Ccries of Yuh! Sure!j of Colgates ? - our salesmen cxpounding to non-esthetic housewives the delights attain- ablelin reading The Merits of the 12th Century Lyric Poetsn at 51.00 down and that sort of thing, old fellow,-our psychologists CO you Mayor of Lawrencej will be psyching some old-time manager for a job-our Foreign Traders knowing that the wine trade of France demands attention will be planning a trip to become more inti- mate with their subject, all this crowd and more in their spare moments Cof which there will be manyj will be writing thusly: Osmond Isaac O'MacShauncssey, B.B.fl. with the B.B.A. more prominent than their names-like three spare tires would look on the rear of Professor Babb's flivver. WHAT A ROSY FUTURE! BUT OH! AWHAT A PAST! ,Herein we look upon the idle moments that we Hitted away while at Ellsworth University. Summer of 1921 came and the majority of the Veterans Bureau, preferring the cool shade of Ellsworth to the dirty, hot streets of Beantown, went north. 265

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,rr affq' SUMMER SCHOOL Bill McGinnis wrote up his Campaign speeches in his spare time. Joe French, under the oak tree, found solace in a dictionary fAh! the secret's out U Wlien Lester Roche had given his two youngest their baths, dressed them, fed them, dressed himself and helped his dear, little much-better half sweep out and dust and clean and cook and mend and darn and sew and had read his Spanish for the next day, he found it was time to undress the children and put them to bed. But what will he do when he gets four or live-hold on there! whoa! halt! Soss Maloney, by actual count, spent fourteen hours of the fifteen that he was awake in copying back work Cfor reference pu1'poses of course-not to pass inj. Eddie Sexton was ever helping Barlow Hall in making fudge for the Holmes Estate. Jack lylurray and Cap O'Neil in the daytime counted the money they had gleaned'l at poker the night before. George Jardine, the Iron Man, always had very important legal matters to talk over with his brother barrister, Jack Glynn. Deep stuff! Nobody yet understands how the famous case of Splivins vs. Splivins fI4 Pickering 13'6j came out. Jack Mclver, the Watch Dog of the lVIess, had truly every minute taken up in his thankless job. But let us here give three cheers for Jack-there's darn few of us could handle the job as he did. And Grafting Walter Dolliver, as they say in the press, was a hustler-his natural capacity of leadership made him an excellent leader of the F. B. men. I doubt if he and jack Mclver had a great amount of spare time-but if they were busy at the mess-hall they were spared the anguish of those in the House of Devereaux, who must listen to Dick Bostwick, the A.E.F. songbirdg or of the Chareejas at Mrs. Goodwin's who suffered the pains of the damned when Art Tileston and Dick Rebele were at practice. And so we all had our high spots and low spots- the higher the better, says George Davis. Many trips were taken. One section of the Malatra Mala went to Canada in order to-CI've forgotten why they wentj. We followed the ball team to Bar Harbor, Bangor, Castine and other places around-we staged our own inter- mural ball games, croquet games and tennis matches. Even a few marriages occurred. Meatball Joe Mccorry took unto himself a lovely bride. Frank Anselmo fell beneath the charms of a fair damsel. And the air of Ellsworth cast such a spell over Olaf', Henderson that he went scurrying to Boston to join the Benedicts. All too quickly the summer passed and school over, we departed-some were homesick and left the day school closed, others tarried to more thoroughly enjoy the fishing that Maine affords. But the opening of C.B.A. called and with happy thoughts of a most enjoyable summer, we answered. But next summer-WElLL BE THERE! THE MALATRA MALA Here is the story of the Malatra Mala, that widely known but darkly secretive archconfraternityg pre-eminently the greatest brotherhood that ever existedg the most powerful body ever conceivedg whose system of punishment is so dire that the bravest quail wheneler they think on it, the Malatra Mala-truly a name to be conjured with. The summer of 1920 saw us acting as ever under the prescribed ritual-We were living under canvas on Black's Field. Due to our extreme benevolence and our exemplary conduct, we ingratiated ourselves with the good Ellsworthites so that the spirit of welcome thereafter was synonymous with Enter here, Malatra Mala. ' 267