Bowdoin College - Bugle Yearbook (Brunswick, ME)

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Ye!! : Senior Glass, l90l. Class Colors: Red and Blue. B-O-W-D-O-I-N, 'Rahl 'Rahl XKALOL Kal Evvexdcrtot ei? 'Ea-,uev Kparels ,Eo7.a.2v KPGTEES Booinajig, Boomajig, Boornajig, Ah! Igor, 'Rah! 'Rah! Officers. President, Harold L. Berry. Vice-President, Roland E. Bragg. ,Rah! Secretary and Treasurer, Walter L. Sanborn Marshal, john Gregson, jr. Orator, Ripley L. Dana. Poet, John A. Pierce Opening Address, Harry H. Cloudinan. if Closing Address, Kenneth C. M. Sills. Historian, Stanley C. Willey Prophet, Hugh F. Quinn. Herbert L. Swett, Herbert D. Stewart, Chaplain, Henry D. Evans. Odist, Arthur F. Cowan Commz'z'z'ee qfA1'1'angeme1zz's. john H. White, Edward K. Leighton Commitiee on Pz'cz'u1fes. Harry S. Coombs, 28 john H. Wyman

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Of all surprises, even when they tried They couldn't brush that Freshman line aside, They kicked, they scrapped, they yelled, they crawled they swore But still that line held solid as before. Old Gregson tore along at breakneck pace, And plunged and ripped his way to every place That seemed to offer any chance at all ' For any man to squeeze through with a ball, But every hole was closed as with a seal, So Jack was forced to try another deal. This time he tried to scoot around the end4 The line he couldn't break, he couldn't bend, So brought to bay at last and firmly stalled, They thrashed around a bit till downs were called. Then Snow jumped up and down with childish glee, We'l1 kick the ball, then take it, don't you see? The ball they kicked, the take they didn't get, For Bunter Hunt had to be reckoned yet. He caught the ball before it touched the ground, Made twenty yards before they had him downed. The game was on 5 'twas time for Nineteen Two To show the swelled-head Sophs what it could do, And with a will they braced up to their work, The team that Nineteen One was out to dirk. They ran the ends, they smashed the line right through In fact, they ,almost ripped the Sophs in two. While yard by yard and line by line that ball Was pushed for steady gain, and every call To play was given nearer to the goal. At last with one prolonged, resistless roll They pushed the ball across the white-chalked mark, The mark that changed the Sophomores light to dark ,Twas thus the Sophomores met their Waterloo, Defeated by the team of Nineteen Two. But old scores are best no scores after all, No scores the only ones that do not pall- So Herels a toast to your class, And here's a toast to ours, And may their mutual hours Ring clear as glass to glass. 27

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