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

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Carlisle, Pa. JOHN VINTON McINTIRE. “Johnnie.” “Second to none that lives here in the city.” Gamma Epsilon Literary Society. From a mischievous small boy. “Johnnie” lias developed into quite a studious young man. It is said by some, that he knows enough Greek to teach— kindergarten. But when it comes to Virgil and Mythology, lie’s there with bells on. He expects to enter Dickinson in the fall and we know he will “do us proud.” ACTON J. W. MOWATT. “Murphy.” Dublin, Ireland. “It’s the world am like a drop of water, That in the ocean seeks another drop.” Associate editor of Conwayan, President of Y. M. C. A., Covenant Society, Editor of Y. M. C. A. Handbook, Historian of Class of 1909 as Junior, Student Senate. “Murphy” is. indeed, a rare spirit and the man that he speaks to can feel himself highly honored. It is quite evident that he is “seeking another drop” and also who that “drop ' is. It took him a long tune to decide to join us and we cannot but feel favored to think he is will- ing to associate with us. We wish he was twins so we would have more of him.

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Altoona, Pa. HORACE LINCOLN JACOBS, JR. “Jake.” “A braver soldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never sway in court.” Upsilon Gamma Sigma Fraternity, President of Reed Literary Society, Associate Editor Conwayan, Student Senate, Editorial Staff of Logbook. Jake is one of the best fellows in the world. He is always ready to help a fellow out of a scrape, ready to give you his time, ready in any way to make himself useful. He is a frequent visitor at Penn Hall, and it is rumored that one night during leap year he received four different proposals! And yet we all agree that it is no wonder. BURNETT OLCOTT McANNEY. “Bo.” New York City. President of Reed Literary Society, Assistant Manager of Football, Associate Editor of Conwayan, Editor-in-Chief of Logbook. Presenter of the Senior Class, Student Senate. Here he is ungentle reader; the umpire, who has passed judgment on the year’s game at Conway. Brickbats and boquets are now in order, so heave away. The evil that the average editor does, lives after him, but here is the glistening exception. He did so much work for the book that he was unable to write this, his own obituary, and when the same piece of work was turned over to the rest of the board they found that neither time nor space would admit of a cataloguing of “Bo’s” virtues. He’s a gentleman, that says a lot; he’s a good fellow, that says more; he’s made of stuff that wears well, and is true blue throughout. That’s Bo. 25

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IRA ADDISON OTT. “Morpheus.” “One touch of (good) nature makes the whole world grin.” “The greatest invention ever perfected and never patented is sleep,” quoted Ott to Red- dig, his confidant, and Reddig answered, “That’s what I grew fat on.” Long on the drowse, Ott got wide enough awake the other day to corner the demerit market, taking in ten at one fell swoop. From this we predict for him a high seat in Wall street some near day, and we hope somebody will put a bent pin in the seat. He is a high light in Newville ' s Four Hun- dred; knows geometry and the corner pocket, and always wears a smile that is a sure cure for indigestion of the disposition. THEO. WALLACE O’BRIEN. “Theo.” Crisfield, Md. “An Irishman, a very valiant gentleman.” Reed Literary Soc ' ety, Business Board of Logbook. “Theo,” though very quiet and studious, is indeed, a favorite with the ladies. His dream- ing eyes and absent-mindedness are a sign that he is a victim of Daniel Cupid, Esq., and a cer- tain young lady. He is a worker and did a great deal in securing the school seal for us. 27