Bowdoin College - Bugle Yearbook (Brunswick, ME)

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I would fain describe our course in the classic Roman phrase, 'fWe came, we saw, we conquered , but when I think with what alacrity, with what weari- ness of body and of spirit we yielded in base-ball alike to 'Ninety-Four and 'Ninety-Six, how in that awful first week, whose sad memories seem to cast a gloom over our later triumphs, the Sophs raised the mortgage we had on the rope pull, how we only won the foot-ball rush by the merest technicality-the real glory remaining with 'Ninety-Four-I dare not spring that Cesarean chestnut. Yet I, at least, may say we came. Even Professor MacDonald, if questioned as to the fact of our advent, might boldly affirm it, instead of remark- ing with a mixture of Van Twiller-like gravity and profundity and Yankee quickness sharpened by Cyclonic Kansas, That is a good question for you to look up. To several of the class, indeed, it is doubtful if the college would have survived had our many and varied talents been taken to other institutions. We flocked to Bowdoin's halls serenely confident of the high positions which future years would bring, and generously consenting to add distinction to the alumni roll, by inscribing thereon our own immortal names. Yet, precocious as we were when we toddled across the threshold of our Alma j1ffZIi6'7', we admit that we have since imbibed here some additional information. But we claim that we have returned a QZ!Z'fLIf!'0 qua. As Sophomores we discharged our arduous and painful duties with general, though not complete, success. Sometimes, 'tis true, our zeal may have led us too far, As skillful surgeons cut beyond the wound To make the cure complete. In the midst of disaster we comforted ourselves with the thought, We shall live to iight again and to strike another blow, and when 'Ninety-Six's unpractised foot-ball team faced our crack eleven, which contained nine 'varsity players, we piled up a score of 76 to o--a glorious revenge for the base-ball game lost to them at the beginning of the year. We were also victors in the boat race. 'Ninety-Six was, indeed, ahead, when an accident, probably due to the natural affinity of I-IEO for Freshmen, caused something decidedly like a spill, but be the cause what it may the race was our own and we felt somewhat consoled for our failure to get the prize cup at the Athletic Exhibition. In two contests we have won the championship in Field and Track Athletics. 'Ninety-Five is not cursed with a dull uniformity but has two distinct ele- ments-one, Za cffwzze de Za rnwzen of goodness, the other, the crust of the earth. We boast within our ranks brilliant, yes lurid, painters, men so devoted to their art that they have even been known to pay large sums for the privilege of prac- '28

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Cf: fQ.l.v R 'Ni I a a gy 0 769 I SENIOR ISTORY. ,ni-?T'Z,-k FFORE, when happy in my Freshman innocence, Soph- H, J omore importance, and half mythic junior ease I , penned the deeds of my dear class, I thought that with equal pleasure I should tell the story of g g ay ? 'I ., our Senior year. But while now, as formerly, I' ' ' mere words would come at call, the facts are few, and if I write at all it must be the chronicle ofthe course, not the year. The trials, troubles, and tribulations that mark the entrance of a class, the boisterous and somewhat childish spirit that possesses I ff' it when the second round in the ladder is gained, the social duties of assemblies and Ivy Day, all sink into the background as in the final year we draw together with all those friends gone, whose care, sometimes a little rough and misguided, but in the main helpful, generous, and true, watched over us as we took the Hrst steps in the path which leads from boyhood into man- hood. Oh! for the dignity that Professor MacDonald declares so necessary for the historian's success, that to the the humble Fresh seems to clothe the Senior as with a garment, but which to him appears little more than a rag wound round the babe about to be exposed to the pitiless storms of the world. But this grave tone is out of place in the joyous notes of the BUGLE that hails the coming of Bowdoin's new century-too despondent for young men, who should go forth full of courage and vigor, with minds well stored and trained ready to win place and name and fame, as befits the sons of Bowdoin. 27

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tising it. We have politicians of the deepest dye. As a class our average is good and we have individual stars in abundance. The hatchet we so long wielded, and that was buried with the handle sticking up ready at need, has been consigned to its last resting place. The time of parting is near, when we must launch our bark on life's vast, untried sea. The banner that floats from the mast-head shall blend our blue and gold with the college white, the emblems of steadfastness and of prosperity united with that of purity. May they typify our lives and may our grand old .flfmrz JMIXW, whom we so love and honor, yet thrill with joyous pride over the first fruits of her new century-the class of 'Ninety-Five. T X ZX , 'Ti-1, Mi? if ifflf, 'fi J ,F if X gi g e mlllll, 29