Johns Hopkins University - Hullabaloo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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victory, formally declared that he would one day rout liquor out of this country just as he had done in our class. Gur class banquet was held at the St. james Hotel on the 21st of February, 1888, and everybody who was there knows it was a grand success. After the first course, a smiling darky set before our toast-master a huge pigeon-patty, when it was opened there fiew out a pretty white pigeon that wore about its neck an old-gold- and-marroon ribbon, to which a sealed envelope was attached, bear- ing a greeting to '89. During the evening we Marylanders offered the Wild Westerner some famed Maryland terrapin, but those beefy palates would not acknowledge it the best thing they had ever tasted. After the dishes were removed, our toast-master with some others disappeared downstairs for something to drink, and they came up with spirits so improved that we were sorry we couldn't believe that they had taken lemonade as they told us. Our toast-master then set rolling the ball of speech-making and it continued to roll till the next morning. The Faculty were toasted, and probably they would like to know what was said about them 5 the ff Girls were toasted, and it is likely that their curiosity is also somewhat roused 5 the ff Landlady was toasted, and possibly it would please her, too, to hear a word about herself, but since detail so minute would occupy more space that is at our disposal, and might, in the first case, conflict with getting our degrees, it is therefore inexpedi- ent to climb the dizzy heights to which our speechifiers ascended. The class of '89 holds the championship in Football. Although we do not boast of prowess in athletics, the following indestructi- ble fact was found written on Clio's tablets: 'f In the fall of 1887 a well-fought game was played between '89 and 790, which resulted in favor of '89, score,5 to o. '89 then challenged '88, but the latter would not play fbecause they had no teamj The coming spring was marked by the usual spring sports in which also '89 took part. The standing high jump was virtually a contest, forthe championship of '89, since Keidel and McDougall were the only contestants. Keidel's figure and dress won the jump as well as the attention and sympathy of everybody on the fair campus at Clifton. We soon saw the class of '88 set out upon its voyage on the sea of life, and then we shook hands and parted for the summer vacation. Some, no doubt, entered a fair, sunshine land of idle- 22

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Chicago are present: Eisendrath, Patek and Abt, the last in his time has made violent attempts at conciliating policemen, and blow ing out electric lights. The two Taylors, the one a possible artist, the other a possible lawyer, are both prominent men of our class. Marden next year is going to teach the Patagonians and cannibals of Terra del Fuego some Old French and Political Economy. McCulloh is now getting off a yarn, and is trying to make Hull un- derstand him, but is evidently not succeeding, although Hull can understand Dr. Ely tolerably well. Sadtler is smiling at Mack, but now he turns his head and listens to the business of the meeting, and will presently give us some wise counsel. Alfred Mann, who, as a freshman, used to have a collection of snakes, tadpoles, lizards, and other marine insects, at all stages of development, in his tooth- mug and wash-basin,-takes an active interest in the class, and his enthusiasm carries him into too broad a Held of work, he is the only man in the Johns Hopkins who can get up a University dance. And there sits Barnum's Culver, the class prophet, who has his head full of Greek and Latin and his mouth full of puns. His modesty will probably not allow him to predict events for himself, so with his permission let us try to prophesy for him. When the circle of seasons shall have revolved to the number of live and ten, lo!-one day he will be a famous man, and lo!-he will occupy the chair of Professor Gildersleeve and lecture in Greek to a body of students from all nations, and lo! once in a while there will be perceptible on the right side of the Professor's cheek, a slight nervous twitch, which thoseiwho knew him wellwould immediately interpret, if they were present, as the harbinger of a terrible pun 3 and lo I-the English member, seeing no further alteration in the Professor's face, will take down the pun in his note-book as serious fact, while the other members of the seminary will excuse them- selves for the rest of the day, and will explode forthwith outside. Now, since the curious have been introduced, from one aspect, at least, to some of the sparkling genius of our class, the narrative may now take a smoother course. At the meeting just spoken of, we voted unanimously to have a class banquet, and thereby estab- lished a precedent which will probably be followed by other classes. The liquor question came up, and a struggle ensued, one of the most memorable in class history. Our famous teetotaller, hurling all his weapons and seeing his foes falling one by one, elated by 21

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ness, and falling asleep by a babbling brook, dreamed their loveli- est day-dreams, or communing with the beauties of Nature, cele- brated for the last time the return of the Golden Age 5 some went still further, as statistics show, and perhaps finding themselves in a boat on a beautiful summer evening, alone with a lovely, bewitching lassie, the moon rising, throwing a silver mantle over all, sud- denly felt a sharp pain from Cupid's arrow and were led captive to the palace of Venus. Others, again, of our classmates possibly rode a hobby-horse all summer and by toil self-imposed, so groaned and sweated under the weary load that they longed for the beginning of the new term 3 and how many of us, through an influence unlooked for, or an accident unforeseen, may have found our thoughts sud- denly turned to deeper courses, and listening attentive to the mur- murings within, recognized distinctly the voice of our vocation. We entered upon our Senior Year with the pride of lions. The class of '9o seemed to doubt our supremacy, for during one of our first meetings she attacked us with her hideous yell and then by main force tried to expel us from our hall. But the might of '89, though not embodied in her class yell, repulsed and put to rout poor 790 in such a manner that within fifteen minutes the whole of ,QO lay outside on Monument Street, discomfited and crestfallen, while books and hats were scattered to the four winds. Then '89 went upstairs again and we continued our meeting which adjourned a good hour after the tight was over and forgotten. Our president for a long time held in his possession as a trophy of victory a cuff and cuff button but finally restored them to the owner who very humbly sued for pardon. so lVe had a class supper shortly after, at which Waldo Newcomer presided. Newcomer in his quiet, decisive way accomplishes more than a dozen average bustling fellows, still, they say, he played the part of a Texan cowboy last summer 5 he is our last president and will sfeef' our class straight to its destiny. Our supper possessed a very attractive feature in the punch-bowl around which we gathered close and drank healths to the class and all creation 5 we poured out libations to Bacchus and to Eloquence and sang the familiar round of college songs. One of our men, who in his eagerness to lay hold of '90 had fallen down the stairs and was disablec for a week, said that having had ample time to consider the matter at his leisure, he had come to the conclusion that in spite of the glory we might reap 23