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

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And now, my friends, we might follow these gentlemen about town for more than one afternoon of their future, but our time this evening is limitedg moreover, I think that the sketch I have given you should he sufficient to satisfy their friends that they will live to be happy, useful and illustrious citizens. In closing, it is only fair to add that, as I expect to be here at the time indicated, I will cheer- fully explain or apologize for any mistakes I may have made. Richard Breed. 910911, ww- live 'U 3 5 1 I FN Ivgxx LA, ,lv 9 's ' fffffzfl x A Swffz' 1 l no fi fb WX fi 49 X :Nix iii 1- Up.x 1554? 'Zvi' if K that 1-.xx I-op-s A .3.:Z ? CH Q Q: MAY K V Q' '.:.'. 4' U Y wx 11: i mx Us N., iv 2. Qi . Isl nm? A35

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to be in the ear. lsn't that Mason driving that car, Stin.? Making sure it is Harold, I run into the road, and the car slows down. lYhy, hello, fellows, jump ing I'm just rid- ing around killing time till the choruses get out. Have you been up to the auto show yet? To our answer of 'lNo,,' he replies, lYhy, you know Merrie Allell Hlld I ll-HVC H big exhibit up there: I'll take you up l ln less than no time we are in the spacious armory, walking around among the exhibits. A large sign confronts us which reads, Use lVhitby's Lubricating Oil, made from Banana Skins. Steve used to think that banana skins were made only for missiles, but he must have learned, through his great talent for ob- servation, to utilize their well-known property of slipperiness. Down at the end of the aisle, a handsome man with gray hair is dem- onstrating the wonderful combination auto- aeroplane. Drawing near we recognize Merrie Allen. But he is no longer the sporty little chap he used to be when he attended school, his years in the wild and woolly Wfest, where he went broke with a circus, have had a tell- ing effect on his appearance. Seeing nothing else to attract our special attention, we decide to go home. Having said good-bye to Elliot at the sta- tion, I wander back to the hotel for dinner. As I am leaning over the office desk, talking to the clerk, I hear a familiar voice shout, I bet yo got ma ankle brace in yo suit case. Turning around, I see old Jim Franks, raving at some tired looking men and saying unkind things to them. He has become captain and manager of some up-state Bush League team. lVhile strolling about after dinner, I en- counter rather a handsome fellow, in a tall hat and evening dress, evidently bound for the opera. Yes, sure enough its Monk Belfield. Bill has become Professor of Astron- omy in the University. I-Iello, Monk, where are you going? Are all those young ladies- over there, with you ? Yes, we're going to hear Signor Pletcher, the great tenor, in :Car-men.' Too tired, after such a strenuous day of meeting so many old friends, I deny myself the pleasure of hearing this great singer, and go to bed.

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The Conservation of our Natural Resources. Ladies and Gentlemen.-Wfhen the Pilgrim fathers came to this country they found it one of exquisite beauty and unboundless wealth. From the rock bound coast of Maine to the Everglades in Florida, millions of trees and countless streams were found to be there. In years which ensued great changes were wrought, thousands of acres of trees were felled to meet the needs of the nation and to make room for the growth of cities. Now, our beautiful forests, where once wild animals prowled and the half-breed hunter pursued his quarry, we see violated by the woodman's axe and saw, and, on the mirrored streams where half naked savages paddled in birch-bark canoes, we see the steamboat, the gasoline launch and the eight-oared college shell. Wfhere coal and minerals were once mined with the greatest zest we ind abandoned 'holes in the ground, of no use to any one. V Even as our Pilgrim fathers did not foresee our skyscrapers and railroads, it smay be, it must come to pass that there will be changes which we cannot see at the present time. 'Let us look ahead for two hundred and fifty years and take a glimpse of our native land. Instead of broad fields yielding vast quanti- ties of wheat, corn, and the other necessities of life, we see a great expanse of barren, parched, withered ground. Instead of our templed hills we see sad mon- uments of dead beauty, with rocks protruding' in air, stripped of vegetation. Instead of our mirrored lakes and silver streams we see great rivers dwindled down to muddy, sluggish' streams, suited only for small steamers and launches.