Collegiate School - Dutchman Yearbook (New York, NY)

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1912 CLASS ODE In our class, not very great, I shall endeavor here to state The characters of each and all, Of every man, both great and small. II Blodgett 's the first of this most noble class And, being good in his studies, is quite sure to pass When the exams come around at the end of the year, Which often determine a fel1ow's career. He is manager fine of our famed hockey team, And no one so modest has ever been seenC?j There are some things he 's not, one of which is a dude: Nor has he reached fame for his great pulchritude. III Brewer 's the next, who is very sedateg He 's one of whom I 've not much to relate Except that his hair is exceedingly red And that he retires quite early to bed. He never was known to call on a girl And has not even a part of a curl Which he keeps as a token of love and esteem Of the girl whom he calls his peaches and cream. I8 , 'I L

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VALE DI CTORY LETTER 4, In this, our last year at Collegiate, we hope, as members of the Senior Class, that ' will always be one on which we may look back with pride. We have endeavored to do our, t in everything that we have come in contact with, and, owing to the small size of our class, the responsibilities have been put on fewer shoulders. We now leave Collegiate where we have been so long together, hoping that the Class of 1913 will take up their duties where we left 05, and uphold the glory and traditions' for which Collegiate stands. I7 -V- ' i 5.-H-i'mm -.'.:-,.:.1-- .Lua ' ' 'M'

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IV The next in order in the line, Is Broadhurst, rarely found on time. And yet I 'm told, there are some days In which he does n't come out of the daze Into which he fell the night before In some cafe or dancing iioor. This does not mean that Broadhurst boozes, Oh horrors, no!!! He only snoozes. VI Now Jackson, the tall, before me standsg His height is almost nineteen hands. In basketball he 's quite the cheese, But hockey makes him weak in the knees. His teacher thinks he 's hard to teach, His brain, you see, is out of reach, In spite of this, he 's a terrible grind As hard a one as you 'll ever find, V The victim who now before me begs, Is one extremely long of legs, And, though history fits him like a coat, 'T is math, that always gets his goat. Carreau is fond of girls, I think, For often we see him at the rink, Skating with one far below his size Who came not merely for exercise. VII I hear a pun that sets me wild, I look around and see a childg It 's Morse who has made the awful joke'- And on some of them we wish he 'd choke He 's the biggest kid in all the bunch And he 's never quiet except at lunch, He dances, and skips, and hops, and sings With never a thought of serious things.