Fork Union Military Academy - Skirmisher Yearbook (Fork Union, VA)

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-5 , .1 5 ffzk S42 THE SKIRMISHER it? fi if QZAQKJEL 1 AP 3 5 y 5 ia, i - itunking Backmarn Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your Hight! Take me to school again, just for tonight. Back to F. U.. on that same old green hill. Xlfhere the streams of cadets are climbing it still: Back to that ridge with its halls in a row. Xlihere yearnings for knowledge once led us to go. Classmates, come back from your hurry and care, The business that brings silver threads to your hair. lYe are so tired of the world and its strife: Let us go back to our happy school-life. Don't you remember those benches so worn- The teacher who had for fresh air such a scorn? Ulntelligis, tu, how each said Adsum, Because they all had such good times in that room? And then there was one, a hne graceful form, XYhose face was so bright he made every heart warm. He trained us in Phys toward the end of each clay, And to laugh, shout and cry, in the usual way. Another old room, where we met each day. And studied, in passing, of times far away: You know, from that class, not an hour we stole, From there the sequential oft played quite a role. Jolly XVoodson, full of story and joke- Equally fond of peroxides!and Polk! One singer whose voice we'll remember for aye. He blessed all our hearts. singing, Just For Today, O, you remember those faculty chairs, Those rows of teachers with brains and nne hairs. XVhose faith in our school taught us loyalty, too, And made us resolve that our best we would do To uphold its name for truth and good order- And truly we did try, but oft reached the border Of stampede and riot. when some smiling fate lVould give us victory in some hard-fought debate. Those chapel hymns! but words are too few To tell how we longed for one that was 1u'tz'.' By that long stay in chapel we all felt abused: How eager we listened for the Major's Excused! That windy old chapel-what mem'ries still cling! VVhat echoes of school days around that name still ring! The faces and forms, now scattered and gone, Come back to our vision. and leading them, one XYhom we counted a blessing, whose wise words still ring NVhose gray locks were surely a crown for a king. Backward, turn backward, O years, in your-flight, Take us to school again, just for tonight. A MEBIBER or Cmss or '20

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3 , aa :I 3 7 - H We 21 is THE SKIRMISHER Q3 S :I-R' --iz 1 ?gN Y Hello, Dr. George Y I exclaimed, How are you? Married yet ? No, came the solitary answerg still playing single. just as I sat down I noticed my old professor of Mathematics sitting on the opposite side of the table from me, eating with mathematical accuracy and discussing with an old white-haired gentleman whether the parabola is a closed curve at infinity. I could not restrain myself from breaking into this interesting discussion and giving my old teacher a warm hand-shake. He proceeded immediately to explain to me the mathematical ratio which he had worked out, by which the old town had grown and the limits of this growth. Dinner over, I walked out on the campus. NVhat a change greeted my eyes! Street cars going here and there, bringing in crowds of people and going empty. Great buildings on every side and the almost incessant honk of the automobile filled me with surprise and wonder. XVhy all this crowd? said I to a bystander. Baseball, said he. Fork Union Us. Cornell. Big game. Becoming more familiar, I began asking my new acquaintance about my old friends. Capt. Wildman? Oh, yes: he went to Chicago University from here. where he took his Ph. D. and taught for several years. He has written several books, among which is a volume of poetry dedicated to Browning. He traveled abroad and is now professor of English at Harvard. He has written several discussions in the leading magazines on the Subjective Mind, and is now engaged in writing a logical discussion on 'Universality of Lovef Capt. Vernon? XN'hy, let's see. He went back to New Mexico and organized an Indian school. He never recovered fully from the shock he received at Fork Union because so many of the boys wanted to take Higher Math. before they finished Arithmetic. Lt. McDonough? NVell. he was called into service at the beginning of the war between America and japan and rapidly rose by dint of merit to a generalship in the American army. He succeeded in driving the enemy from the California coast and carried the war to a successful close in the country of the latter. XVe laughed as our conversation was interrupted by the approach of an elderly gentleman, venerable and hoary-headed. with an elastic step that betrayed the vigor of youth. Heavens I I exclaimed, grasping his hand. Col Perkins-l-- just then a rude jar, caused by the sudden stopping of the train, brought me to my senses. Lindsay. change cars for 'Virginia Air Line'l XVake up. boss. Don't you get off here? I turned over in my berth, wide awake. Yes, but I wish I didn't.

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:Y , W , 5 'Pg ' Y-if Wig all LL +ii Vi 'T of .,,i .A Q, X, PAA? ip. f i- -15 N P , :L ' in- '- f-' ' A Faculty Meeting HAYIZ been thinking a great deal about the professors 'WU V xr., lately-as one does about the end ot the term?-and the other night I dreamed I was in a faculty meeting. hot as a culprit, f X mind you, only as a spectator: and no one paid any attention :QQBAQJ-js, to me or seemed to know I was there. So I have no doubt T the proceedings were just as they usually are, and, thinking it might be interesting and instructive to the cadets, who have never witnessed one of these awful conclaves, I determined to write my experience for THE SKIRMISIIER. The meeting was called to order by Col. Perkins. He gazed about and said: lVe will use in this service this morning Hymn No: One. Ch, I beg your pardon. lYill some one state the object of the meeting? Capt. lYildman jumps to his feet. Object of the meeting-general business. he snapped. Move we pros ceed at once to general business. The first order of business, said Col. Perkins, is the report of De- partments. Major Bartle, how is the military work moving along? lYell, Colonel, I am having the time of my life with the Commissioned officers. They have got it into their heads that they are running the military department of this school. I feel like busting every one of them and let the buck privates take command of the companies. XYell, said Col. Perkins, you can handle the military end without any suggestions from the faculty, so we will let you take care of it. Capt lVildman, what is there of interest you can bring before the faculty. said Col. Perkins. There is one thing that has given me great distress and that is the actions of some of these overseas men. They take too many liberties and do as they please in classes and during study hoursf' he said. That is true, said Major Bartle. I find Davis in other cadets' rooms so much at nights I tell him to report to his own quarters. He disappears from my presence and soon I go to another room and find him there: and it continues that way until I detail a squad to take him to his own room. I 108