Green Mountain College - Peaks Yearbook (Poultney, VT)

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ONCE UPON A TIME There was once upon a time, in the quaint little village of Poultney, a beautiful castle-like college. At first blush you would think it was overrun with a great many political prisoners, but on gazing again you could tell by a certain greenish hue that they were a new type of student called the frosh. Now the king of the castle-college was His Royal Highness, Jesse Parker Bogue, the great, and he was very much pleased with his new specie. He had caught one hundred, seven score and seven of them. Scratching his crown and rubbing his hands together he would watch them mill about in wonder and bewilderment between the trees and through the long halls of his castle. So it came to pass in that year nineteen hundred six and thirty that this king began to wonder what he should do to amuse such a muddle-headed troupe trickling about his grounds. His cohorts, the man-eating Sophs, had journeyed to a distant country, and so he was left alone to keep them from mutiny. Besides all this, he had a great plague to combat, which was termed the malady of homesickness, which, if it affected any of these animals, made them strike out for their former habitation. So you see the king was troubled in his mind. Consequently he called together all his wise men and asked them what was to be done about it. Now the chief of the wise men, Lord Le Grand Swann spoke up thus: O, King, I have an experiment which I should like to try. Give me these Frosh and I have enough plans to take care of them for a fortnight. This speech pleased the king greatly, for you see that relieved him of considerable labor. So these Frosh were coralled in a little building called the chapel, where they had to submit to such torturous testing that they guessed right away that this Lord Swann was the ogre of the castle in disguise. But when the morning had been com- pleted in this inhuman way, some of the other wise men, who had compassion on the poor things, packed them into carriages and sped away with them far out of the clutches of the villainous Swann to the beautiful haystack heights, where they could ruminate among the clouds upon their persecution. ' R ,yfi 'X 5 1 Beaman Shew Prentiss Broome f Al FRESHIVIAN CLAbb OFFICERS i 1,7'C'.S'id671ft ..... .... R ici-IARD 1aEN'r1ss Vice-President .. ..... EARL Baoonm Secretary .... . . .ELIZABETH S1-IEW Treasurer . . . . .LEONARD BE ALIAW1'

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FRESHMAN CLASS

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As darkness fell the good wise men would return to carry their one hundred and seven sc-ore and seven little greenhorns back to the castle. Each night was spent in merriment, for these men of wisdom knew that was the best preventative against the black plague of homesiekness. However, in the morning the stately Swann's spell was cast, and once again the poor little Frosh would file into his grim torture chamber. And every afternoon and every night, the other wise men would come to carry them out of his clutches. But, alas, alackl even this small bliss could not last. For the knights of the castle came riding home. Now when they found these many, many queer foreigners usurping their rights, they fell into a rage and there followed such a week of terror as had never been seen before. The freshmen bit the dust and were crushed beneath the iron heels of the enraged Sophs. How they fared will be told in the next story. HELL -VJEEK It was during the second week of our sojourn at Green Mountain that the great and mighty Sophs arrived and began their fun. Much whispering went on in secluded corners as they planned troubles for the freshies, and we, in turn, shivered in our beds whenever one of the many rumors that the Sophs were coming was heard. Many tales of the impending doom were being voiced by our more forward neophytes who professed to be in the know g the uncertainty was the most difficult phase of our initiation. Following a different program for each day, we appeared in public in many unconventional and uncomfortable modes of self-decoration, according to the rules laid down by our predecessors to the institution. Among other things, our young gentlemen struggled into all their clothing inside out and backwards, wore cosmetics and cork-black, and attempted to write with taped fingers. They were also relieved of the greater part of their hair by the local tonsorial artists at the command of their superiors, thus being definitely branded as freshmen for many weeks to come. The girls also yielded to the pressure put upon them by their elder sisters of College and Ames Halls. They wore their hose in varied styles, found difficulty in getting about gracefully in unmatched footware, used lamp shades .for hair nets, and, finally. struttcd around with built-on cushions in the guise of pillows attached posteriorally. It was a period of general discomfort for us and particular hilarity for the Sophomores. However, when we came to the two great inter-class contests held annually, the Hag rush and the tug-o'-war, we turned the tables on the bewildered second-year men and made history at the same time. By the time the day set for these contests had arrived. we had determined to make these bragging villains, who had been plagu- ing us by day and by night, pay for their fun. And we did! Carl King climbed to glory as he stepped on his adversaries and took the flag off the pole amidst the push-