Conway Hall Preparatory School - Log Yearbook (Carlisle, PA)

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Trusting to Senior ingenuity, the besieged still con- tinued to hold the fort and ere long as the sun was say- ing a reluctant goodnight over the mountain’s rim the trolley gong again announced the coming of another car. While Mount Holly’s ninety-seven inhabitants and two yellow dogs looked on, the Juniors Co., surged over the platform and while they were surging, Jockey Joe Hertz- ler dropped off the bumper and made a dash for the Inn. Immediately a hue and cry went up from the outwitted hunters and one away from the others rushed before the speeding Joseph. A right arm shot out of the gathering dusk, three bricks broke in the solid sidewalk, and step- ping over a groaning form the wiry Jockey” was re- ceived into the arijis of his brethren. In the meantime the two Graces of the class. Miss Wilson and Miss Delavan, stepped off the front platform and with their chins tip- tilted marched through the aisle of vanquished knights to the stronghold beyond. Shortly afterward while the army without was taking its reckoning, a bent old lady with a market basket on her arm elbowed her way through the midst and as they looked after her she raised her veil and displayed the glowing face of “Tom” Thomas, who, as he smiled his thanks, disappeared inside the door of the stronghold as had the others before him. Then with all but the missing pair among them the members of the Class of 1909 sat down to their feast. A word of regret was spoken for the captured two but hardly had its sadness dissolved into space when a clanking of chains resounded through the corridor and wet and bedraggled the two missing members entered the room in triumph. Their story was called for and between bites they told of their incarceration in a hayloft on the other side of the stream that separted the Inn from the bank beyond. Here they lay, manacled and guarded by Junior sentinels. But in the darkness an angel of mercy came unto them and silently bursting asunder the links that bound them, whis- pered the way to an open window in the rear of the loft. Creeping to the window the two dropped from the dizzy height and landing unhurt (which goes the further to prove that a miracle had happened) they stole unmo- lested through the darkness to the raging waters beyond and silently slipping in they breasted the torrent and safely made the other shore. There in the same mys- terious fashion a subterranean door opened out of the darkness, and entering they found their way up into the light and the company of their fellows. To dwell further on the occasion would be but idle as its success was completed by the appearance of the two who were counted as lost. Yet it all goes to prove that a Conwayan of the Class of 1909 has turned the grindstone of education with enough vim to sharpen his wits to a degree where he will cut through the Gordian knot of difficulty, no matter who tied the knot.

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That Senior Banquet By the Logbook War Correspondent The general public has of late been stirred by Central and South American revolutions; the Balkan troubles have brought a bellicose echo out of the near East, and the Young Turks have created a stir of their own in the Sick man ' s empire, but adding these together and taking them proportionally, the excitement created by the banquet of the Class of 1909, made these other affairs look like check- ers beside a game of football. The twenty-eighth day of April was the date made red on the scholastic calendar by this startling event and many another April will have spent its showers and its sunshine before a like occurrence adds to the epochal history of Conway Hall. For weeks ahead, plans were guardedly laid for the dinner that was to mark the crowning glory of two years of success and triumph in class affairs. Subrosa commit- tees worked with gum shoe discretion; hotel estimates were procured with the caution that a spy secures the plans of an enemy’s fort; not a leaf stirred while the mi- nutest details were being completed, and in the hearts of the Junior brotherhood, innocent unbelief reigned su- preme. The dawn of the twenty-eighth broke rosy and propi- tious. All went merry as a marriage bell throughout the day; the class president was present at every class, and even at the ball game after classes the Senior folk were in ample evidence. It was after the game that they suddenly disappeared into the mists of the distance and only at that time did the Juniors awaken to the fact that Conway’s elect had departed. Then there was mounting in hot haste. All of the forces that the Juniors could muster from Gen- eral McLane down to Corporal of the Guard Tabler, were assembled to track the departed Senior horde. One. put- ting his ear to the ground, caught the rumble of a trolley going to Mount Holly, so with ears pricked and noses to the trail the Junior army, accompanied by Sophomores, Freshmen and other baggage, started in hot pursuit. In relays and bunches the besieging host at last arrived and under the command of their gallant general, who was armed with a set of sharp wits and a red carnation, they drew aside to plan the attack. The clang of an approach- ing trolley broke up the meeting, and surging out to cap- ture any Senior that might be on the car they espied the stalwart form of Jake Jacobs. Boarding the car en masse, one of the foremost hissed in the ear of the Se- nior, “Aha, you are mine.” But the other smiling up at him returned calmly, “At least not till 1 get to the end of the carline,” and thinking that he meant to get a full nickel’s worth the enemy sat down to await the stopping of the car. Not so with “Jake,” however. As the car sped by the door of Holly Inn, the fortress of the Seniors, young Mercury sailed into the air and amidst a howl of disappointment he landed in the midst of his friends. Then in sober earnest the assault began. The Seniors, safely ensconsed in their fortress, wisely deeming discre- tion the better part of valor, held the fort, while the others whose numbers were hourly augmented by new arrivals, held their breath and the road outside. As the hours passed, a car coming from the lower end of the town bore Seniors Reddig and Funk. These were recognized by the besiegers and immediately surrounded as soon as they alighted. Valiantly they fought and sore was the slaughter they wrought among the ranks of their oppo- nents. The latter, however, at last, proved too many for them, and manacled and tethered they were led away in triumph. 98

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Gabboon Lord Pete de Mail Pouch. Sir Red Scrap Ryan. Yeck of the Navy. Squire of Gabboons “ Uncle Charley” Bowman KNAVES AND TRAITORS OF THE CAUSE Sir ‘‘Tom Thumb” Whiteman. Sir Loco Thomas. Sir Galahad Robinson. Sir Stumpy de Davis. La Pucelle Purcell. Call of Distress — Choo Choo Chew? Knights of the Dingy OLD HEROES Sir Groomibus Peachy. Sir Deardorff von Piper Heidsick. Lord Ric de Kismet. 100