Chestnut Hill Academy - Caerulean Yearbook (Chestnut Hill, PA)

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- CHESTNUT HILL ACADEMY 47 Qllaaa Jgrnphrrg One morning in the early fall of 1941, I was greatly surprised, not to mention delighted, to find in my mail an invitation to the wedding of Charles Douglas Galloway, an erstwhile member of the Class of ,3l. Now, the reason for my surprise is obvious, for all of us who knew Doug real- ized that his interest in the grab-bagsf, as women were af- fectionately called back at the Academy, was nil. Immed- iately through my mind flashed the thought, Could he have . . . Behind me, Satan, behind me! Needless to say, I wrote my acceptance promptly. The long-awaited day finally arrived, and I reached the home of the taciturn Calloway in mid-afternoon. As I en- tered the door, cheers, or perhaps jeers, greeted me from a corner where, huddled over a bottle, as in days of yore, sat Joe Connols, 6'Happy,, Harroun and Jack White. Along about the fifth highball, I learned indirectly that Joe was connected with one such business, being shooed here and there by his various employers. I say indirectly because Joe was continually yelling, 'gMy uncle can lick you,,' and Hap- py was chiming in every now and then with, I'll be darned if I'll die guessing. Jack, the blueblood of Waterbury, had made quite a name for himself in the field of design, having successfully patented a collapsible bed, which can be easily carried, allowing one to sleep wherever desired, even in the Pennsylvania Station. Happy was very well dressed, for a change, and I might add he could afford to, for he had taken the place of the fading John Mack Brown, the actor, using his reputation of udiamond, gridiron and floor,', as a great box-office attraction. At this point we felt a draught of air upon our necks, and we simultaneously turned to see who had left the door open, only to discover Davis Hamerstrom walking toward us. We arose and greeted Dave warmly. Dave, we knew, had been employed as a second Pheidepider in Siam, no doubt because he was somewhat faster than the elephants. Sukh- vasti, he told us, would not be present, owing to the fact that his weight-lifting feats had been proven false, and he was subsequently reduced by the King to the role of a laundryman for the duration of his natural life here on earth. 'LlVlr. John Freeman and Mr. Edgar Everhartf' announced the butler, and in poured two of 317s most ardent anti-pro- hibitionists. Ed had just been removed from the office of Fire Chief of Harrisburg, the only fires he hastened to ex- tinguish being those second-story dwellings along Cherry Alley. John, having inherited some money, allowing him to pay off his debts, was just batting around between New York, the home of Peachy, the Babe of the Regimentf, and Philadelphia. Here time out was taken for a rousing good song, at the close of which we noticed Sturges, the Sage of Chicago, and Hammond, the Tower Hill boy, standing side by side. Paul was a mere shadow of his former self, his childish mind hav- ing overcome his better senses, for it was rumored that he had been thwarted in every attempt to prove Ripley wrong. Jim, whose ambition it was to become an athlete, realized his mistake and settled down in Wilmington, being associated with the Dupont Chemical Co.

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THE CAERULEAN Qllaas linrm 1 There's a joyful song to our hearts has won, Now we've achieved lifeis first great aim. A fleeting glance at a task well done, An hour or so of a short-lived fame. And it's not for the sake of a moment's pride Or the selfish hope of a scholar's prize, For the lust for glory has in us died And in its place a sorrow lies. II There's a joyful song in our hearts tonight Mingled with sorrow's slow refrain, For we see life's first great blinding light, And brilliant beams bring a touch of pain. The hour has come when we part from school And the comrades of youth must separate, For the days are gone of the golden rule. Each of us goes by a different gate. JOHN M. FREEMAN

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48 THE C AERULEAN Hello, Monty, someone cried, and, sure enough, there stood the great Haines. When asked about his vocation, he replied that he was playing professional ball. However, on further inquiry we learned that his father owned the team. Hi, John, fel1a,', said a voice, but no one paid any at- tention Qleast of all Johnl, for we realized that it was none other than Kid', Eastlake. He looked rather crestfallen, however, which we attributed to the fact that Earl wasn't there. Where's Datesman?'7 asked Eastlake. UNO one seems to have the least ideaf' responded Free- man. 'il know a girl who would like to know, toof' '4It's too bad, but he just would be 'a man of the world.' 7' Just then the sound of splintering wood and falling plas- ter attracted our attention to the other end of the room, and there we perceived Ed Reader trying to get through the doorway. Needless to say, Ed had built up quite a reputa- tion for himself with Barnum and Bailey. I hear Parachini is appearing in the revival of The Mikado, said Everhart. What does he sing for, John? Probably for his own amazementf, was the quick reply. g'Hey, Klink, tell us how you made your first million. 'gWell, ye see it was this way . . . He got no furtherg someone apparently had a piece of lead pipe. 6'Class of ,31, attention! We arose, and in marched our President, Jack Blanchard. He held up his hand in si- lence. c'Doug, he said, 1et's get this wedding over with. I've got to get back to Dartmouth. GEORGE R. BRIGHT