Johns Hopkins University - Hullabaloo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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And so I cannot help thinking what great pleasure it will be to us in future years, when one of us will meet another. to sit down together and begin : Do you remember that day we put Cotton on the roof? Hai Ha? Yes. And that time in Logic class when Dr. Iimmott - And the day we beat Ninety-two I And our banquet Z And so forth and so on. Therefore, my aim in this brief sketch will be, not so much to write a history of our class, as to recall a few vivid incidents in our college career:- the revivifying of a few drastic salient points, as Dr. Bright would say in his Early English voice, or, as our gentle Dean would put it, To present several presentative-representive presenta- tions. II. YVe had a great deal to learn during our first year at the University besides our regular course of study. For instance, it was some time before we learnt how to excuse our unavoidable absences from class in the most plausible manner, when it was best to say dentist, when out of town, and when important engagement. XVe also found that it was quite difficult to acquire tl1e art of ,opening another fellow's tightly-fastened locker, neatly and in a modest and inoffensive way. Then we had to become acquainted with our professors, and learn to approach and converse even with Mr. Ball, without an inward quaking, and a feeling that he was thinking to himself, This fellow got a three on his last History Examination. We also had to get on good terms with the various janitors and sub-ollicials of the University, from Mr. Zl

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THE CLASS HISTORY. LASS-MATES, in a few months the life which we have spent together for the past three years, and which has been so pleasant and profitable to all of us, will end, and we shall be scattered and sepa- rated, perhaps never to meet again. During these years, although our aims and studies at the University may have been widely diverse and distinct, we have always felt that we were united by that mysterious bond, so diflicult to describe but of which each one of us has been sensible. In short, that we were all members of the Class of Ninety-one, and to this fact, that we have acted together and stood by one another, we owe in great measure our success in the undergraduate life at the University, and our influence in college affairs. Will it not be delightful at some future day to recall the good times which we have had together and to look back on these happy college years ? Probably many of you have seen Denman Thompson's simple rural drama, The Old Homestead, which had such a successful run some years ago. Do you remember one charming scene in that play, where the old farmer and the city millionaire, forgetful of all the changes of time, and the difference in their conditions and stations in life, sit down to talk of old times when they were barefoot boys together? And how they begin to clap each other on the back and to nudge each other in the side, and laugh and laugh? It is one of the most moving scenes in the play. A ?9

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Green, the genial and conversant postmaster, to the smiling and rosy- cheeked Christian youth of Levering Hall. We soon became friendly towards jim and Billy Stewart, but the haughty Scott Gosnell was colder and 1nore reserved. He ills me with awe to this very day. W'e had no trouble in learning to know each other, and our class meetings were models of parliamentary form and well-regulated councils. That is, they seem so now. Possibly our recollection of them is softened by a kindly historical perspective. Alfred Randolph was our first President, J. F. Mitchell, Geo. Carey and Sam Smith our Vice-President, Secretary and Treasurer respectively. Their administration was brilliant and successful, in that Randolph rapped with a small piece of broken furniture on a desk exceedingly gracefully, Mitchell sat still and looked pretty, Carey wrote some minutes of great moment for a few minutes, or rather moments, in a blank book and then lost the book, while Smith, as far as we know, did not embezzle any public funds. QN. B.-There were no funds to embezzlej That fall, our foot-ball team began that series of splendid victories which has made Ninety-one for three years the Champions of the University. We can proudly boast that we have never lost a game in three years. The class of ZVf1zezfy challenged our team of E!crff1z,', and yet we beat them ! Do you remember how Mat Brown made that touchdown, and how Eighty-nine wouldn't play us after this game? We took part with great pride in the procession on the twenty- second of February, and waved our scarlet and black ribbons and shouted ourselves hoarse. Soon, alas too soon, came the awful ordeal of the Final Exams. after which we separated for the summer vacation. Thus our Freshman year passed quickly and pleasantly by. 22