Gettysburg College - Spectrum Yearbook (Gettysburg, PA)

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CLASS OF '94

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any of his anxieties, finds his way straight to the hearts of the fair maidens. Visions of our sweethearts rise before me. There was Edith, Irene, Maude, and all the rest of them whom We thought were all our lives, and Whose very footsteps we worshiped, but we have escaped the meshes of Gettysburgs fair charmers, and strewn our path with college Widows. IVe have had among us some who enjoyed matrimonial bliss, but they have long ago sunk beneath the Waves, and only those who were Wise enough to keep off the rough and tempestuous sea of matrimony are with us. But. how different is life now. IVhen We Were Freshmen, there was continual grind and hustle, and when Sophomores We were always on the warpath, true bloody Sophomores, whose only thought was how to make life miserable for the callow Freshmen. Now We take our ease. IVe study to pass, not for marks. VVe calmly watch the under-classmen ight and struggle as we once struggled and fought. But when I think of the men we have lost, my heart grows sad again. There were Piper, Boyer, I-Ieilman, Mike, Pete, Rex, and the rest of them, and they were good fellows. Fellows who could be relied upon in time of trouble, who feared neither the P1'OCtO1',S stealthy tread, nor the watch1nan's warning lantern, and Whose only thought was, as is ours, '94 now and forever. But suddenly my visions are rudely dispelled, an icy chill of dignity blows over me, my pipe is out, and I am a Senior. P if i 'l.: MJ- , 2 lf , W 1 l'- K f , ll Wir' If ' ik I X iff 33

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94 IN LAB. T is with fear and trembling, and with a mental organism en- shrouded with chemical mists, that we attempt to immortalize the deeds performed by the experimenters of '9-l. On the bright sunny morning of Sept. 19th, we marshalecl our lines and advanced towards the building famous in song and story for its bad odors, and which some are mean enough to call the cook-shop. lrVith an air of resignation, co-mingled with just enough Junior dignity charac- teristic of we soon to become chemists, we took our chairs in the lecture room, and listened to the Hrst learned harangue of our worthy chemical doctor. After the lecture we were advised as to the best texts, and were assigned our desks. Professor Remsenf' of Hagers- town fame, was present, but was too modest to recommend his own text-book. This the doctor willingly did for him. VVe took an inventory of our desks, grabbed our directories, rolled up our sleeves, put on our aprons, and were ready to smash ten beakers and Hfteen test tubes the first period. And Why not? The doctor's introductory lecture had filled us clear up to the brim with enthusiasm, and we meditated on the precious thought, surely there is no science more ennobling and more worthy of study than chemistry. Even Matt Kemp, the- only genius and profound thinker in the class, said that Shakespeare was a chemist, and what was to prevent our aspiring to fame? John Fair happened to over- hear the remark, and said, I objectf, whereupon Matt braced his assertion by declaring that the great English playwright certainly believed that chemical changes were everywhere taking place, and that matter was constantly assuming new forms, for did not Hamlet, say: Man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, And eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. This was the only time Kemp was warmed up during his entire- Junior Year, and he completely crushed the gentleman from Altoona, when he quoted the following : Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. Oh ! that the earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw. 41