Dickinson College - Microcosm Yearbook (Carlisle, PA)

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U09 AS SUPI IOMURES

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to have our pictures taken. At that time a few Sophs gathered around. Dear ' ' Docie Mac was there, too. So, conse- quently, the Sophs were compelled to stand and view us at our best. How they did gnash their teeth and gnarl! For, it must bc remembered, we were a goodly-looking bunch. The next and real demonstration of our infant strength came in May. lt was at the famous Cap Rush. On that lovely May morning we came from the chapel, ten beautiful black caps,with numerals of orange color, being displayed. The Sopl1s rushed us at once. But, oh, the fight! They fought their utmost, for in past scraps they had always been beaten. How that mass swerved back ,and forth! Our baby muscles stood forth like those of a giant. At least ten or twelve centered about Pop Peters. After they had torn his clothes from his body they succeeded in getting a cap. We had lost. Yet, while we lost thevictory we gained in reputation. Nineteen hundred and eight publicly predicted that the incoming class would have its hands full. A careful review of our babyhood days will prove to you that the prediction was correct. Follow, then, gentle reader, into the next phase of our life--of our history--awhich, with pride, we call our CHILDHOOD '06-'07 The beginning of our childhood days started with the opening of the school year in September, l9o6. We came to Carlisle, headed by our president, Bill Housman. Bill was there, too. With an old cap, trousers turned up, we, his hearty supporters, followed him. All kinds of stories were in circulation concerning the large class coming in. The upper classmen predicted some trouble for us. But, we were brave. During our childhood days we feared nothing. The new class was large, mnnbering over a hundred, while we had less than seventy-five. Yet, that overgrown crowd of babies which faced us seemed as nothing. Bill Housman had some well-planned tactics, which he proposed to use during this rush. He had a crowd of hearty supporters, who were after victory. Willing they were to shed blood for the banner. So we went at them, and, by the aid of those Bill Tactics, were able to push them off the campus and send them to their first, but not last, defeat. The next fewmornings, afternoons and evenings were spent watching for posters.. These were delayed eight or ten weeks. Even then, no one ever saw a single poster, as we destroyed every one before the rising of the sun. Immedi- ately followed the football game. This was an expected victory for 1910. How they puffed themselves up. Even bet money on the game, and a few offered odds-some as high as six to one. The upper classmen, who had forgotten the kind of stuff wc were made of, spoke concerning our anticipated defeat. Yet, we were there with spirit fwhich developed into steamj, more than a class could hold. With this steam pressure we betook ourselves to the athletic field. We faced that bunch of Greens with a do-or-die determination. This was seen from the very first down. The Greens took the pigskin, but hit a line which would not move. When the dust had cleared away it was found that their cap- SI

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tain, Myers, l1ad his arm broken. Next down, fullback Parks lost two teeth, next down, he lost two more. O11 the fourth dow11 Parsons lost a lock of his l1air and fainted. No further fatalities occurred, except Curran, who suffered from a bloody nose. XVitl1 such a list of casualties, need I say we won? Score, 4-o. WVe also won tl1e basket-ball game- 5S-34. Every scrap we took a new scalp. XVhen the year had ended we were the victors. Not a defeat had we suffered. Cannot we truly be proud of such a record. That is what we were in our childhood days. But not to forget the girls. They always were by our side, with a cheer and words of encouragement. VVe can still hear their shrill voices cheering us to victory as well as to honor and fame among the arrivals of proud Old Dickinson. Should you wish to see a bunch of good-looking girls, go to Lloyd Hall and ask for the girls of 1909. lVe shall now take you from our infancy and childhood days--days which compose a tale of war, fighting and mis- chief. Vou know boys are full of mischiefg yet we proved some good qualities by paying for all our sport with paint bills, etc. lVl1y, we even paid for a suit of clothes which we tore from a lireshie who happened to get too close. Go with us now from the battlefield to the realms of joy, of pleasureg to those days where we feel no responsibilityg where every- one admires you, loves you, where even Docie Super smiles at you as you pass. Look now to our Junior year, which we term our ' YOUTH '07-08 This part of our existence at Dickinson has been so sweet.that it is difficult to portray to you the joys of it. XVe have watched each scrap, each game of the underclasses with our heads high i11 the air. VVe even tell the class of 1911 what we did and how we did it. Vlfe have hated tl1e Sophs,' like juniors should. In the fall we took our co-eds for walks and drives, discussed with pleasure our underclass days-days when demerits came with monotonous regu- larity. During the winter we held a banquet and there reviewed our past. The Profs,', whom we l1ad along, com- plimented us on our past. They praised our strength and our superior qualitiesg the girls told us of our valor. We were proud and happy. Yes, we are now happy in our youth, and almost regret to pass into the next age, among things unknown. As our past has been glorious, so our future will be grand But predictions rarely amount to muchg so we leave to our Senior Historian tl1e work of chronicling the deeds of our farewell year-our MAN HOOD '08-09 33