Johns Hopkins University - Hullabaloo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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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

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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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therefrom, a class rush was not a matter we should idealize. As be- came the hero of the fight he was given the seat nearest the healing punch bowl. Prof. Emmott gave the class of '89 a reception at his home, where we all spent a very pleasant evening, and he may be sure of a warm spot in our hearts reserved for him. The presentation of a cane to Prof. Emmott was a noteworthy event closing the year of 1888. F. B. Culver made the presentation speech and the doctor bore manfully a terrific pun about Cain hurled at him by our prophet. It is difficult to draw a hard and fast line between puns and non-puns when his prophetic serenity opens his lips. On the 22d of February the under-graduates made a gorgeous display of class colors and yells in honor of George Washington. At the athletic exhibition in the evening Robinson and Billings ob- tained glory for themselves and '89. Many another incident may occur in the near future, which may redound with honor upon the class of '89, but such we must bear in our memories unrecorded, for the narrative at present must end here. Pity there are no cremations, for our Muse to delight in, no boat races or bowl fights, whose very mention thrills the heart of the college man with ardor and emulation. But the college spirit of Johns Hopkins University is just awakening from its long infant slumbers and often it awakes merely to bawl until it is put to sleep again, still the infant must be fostered for its own sake, and '89 may congratulate herself upon having contributed such a great por- tion in this humane Work. When twice a week the long 'bus with its four dapple horses and tinkling bells, turns the corner and stops before the gymnasium, the college man who is allured by the welcome sound and the vision of the fair campus at Clifton, has undergone a severe struggle with tyran7 nous time, and he enters the 'bus, not because that is the object for which he is at college, but for the purpose of being able. to work better thereafter. Although we lose much of the gaiety and sport of our college life, we may one day come to thank our Alma Mater for what she has given us instead : an appreciation of the value of time, and an earnestness of endeavor, which far better prepare us for the life upon which we are about to enter. The class of '89 has been harmonious as a whole 5 there has al- ways been unity in purpose and work. This has enabled us to take 24