Germantown Academy - Ye Primer Yearbook (Fort Washington, PA)

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CLASS DAY ORATORS 15

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SAL UTA TOR Y Ladies and Gentlemen- It is with mingled joy and sorrow I welcome you tonight in the name of the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Eleven. Joy, that we are at last to become Alumni 3 sorrow that we must leave the dear old school and all that it represents. Tomorrow We go forth to fight our battles alone without the ever helping hands of Doctor Kershaw, our teachers and each other. Tonight we meet as undergraduates for the last time, perhaps with some of us the parting may be forever. The past has been brightg the future is full of promise. But Wherever We go the spirit of Germantown Academy will be ever with us and our hearts shall beat' high, as our memories go back to boyhood, at the sight of our glor- ious colors, the red, black and blue, And so I thank you for your interest and presence here and trust that these exercises will mean to you not merely an evening's entertainment but the passing ofa class, our class, Nine- teen Hundred and Eleven. EDWARD. J. DOYLE

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1911 CLASS HISTOR Y History repeats itself! That of the Glass of IQII is, in many respects, like others, yet to us it seems to possess its own peculiar charm and individuality. Of those who originally came to Miss Bushong 'way back in the distant mouldy past of IQOI, only two remaing Roland Iellqtt, our tennis captain, who speaks for himself and your humble historian. The first year seemed to pass slowly between vacations, while our hardest study was the correct spell- ing of our own names. In the fall we returned to find Stinson, who has since attained fame as a pedestriang Ster- rett, our renowned oratorg Knox, whose terrific size amazed us, and little Iimusw Franks whose baseball playing and sweet, peaceable disposition have thrilled and amused our mem- bers for many years. The following autumn witnessed the arrival of Bill Belfield, whose very slight eccen- tricities have kept him in the limelightg Tommy Evans, all around musician, editor, athlete and fusser, and Steve Wfhitby, whose remarkable accuracy with banana skins has made him a power in the class. Dick Breed, prophet and alleged humorist: Harold Mason, who cannot be pried away from the smell of gasoline or carbon bisul- phideg Dave McKinley, our future admiralg Clark Nichol of' the celebrated laugh, and VVellsey,', who is quite a student and Upony riderf' gladdened he hearts by their ar- rival in the hitherto comparatively peaceful Second Form Primary, presided over by Miss London. It was here that we first encoun- tered the French language and all considered