Johns Hopkins University - Hullabaloo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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IV. On our return last September, still higher and more haughtily did we hold our heads. NVere we not Seniors? XVere we not going to study Logic? Yes, we were, but we'll never do it again. NVere we not all going to do our drawing this year, which we had left undone in the two previous years? Yes, and we're going to do it yet. This year we. elected C. F. Painter, President, H. A. Bumstead, Vice-President, W. F. Gallaway, Secretary, and VV. Knower, Treasurer. YVe set to work on our class-book, appointed the editors and managers, and the result shows how well they have done their work. ' V. Soon after this we decided to have a Banquet. It was held at the Altamont Hotel on December 23d, 1890, and we never had had such a good time together before. I am sure we will often think of it in the future. The prettily decorated table with its flowers and ribbons, the huge glace foot-ball in the centre, Ninety-two and Ninety-three in the soup, the flash-light photographs, the songs, the toasts, Dembitz's speech, Rittlei-'s remarks, Mitchell's interrupted toast, Hollander's poem, all these and many other fragmentary recollections will linger long in our memory. - VI. NVho was it that proposed that we have a class photograph taken? It was a divine inspiration. The picture hangs before me as I write, and whenever I raise my eyes I see all the boys smiling down upon me. I love to look at each fellow in turn. There on the extreme left is a portrait en pied of Morris Brown, reclining on a stone pillar. He has a most solemn expression on his genial face, such as we seldom see in real life, except when we steal his lunch at the Dairy. On his left is , 2 4

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III. When we gathered together again in the fall of 1889, we realized our great importance as juniors nmch more strongly. llon't you recall how patronizing and superior you felt when some green and timid Ninety-two man came up and said to you : XVill you please, sir, show me the way to the Historical Library? or Please, sir, can you tcll mc where room nine is? Our ollicers for this year were: Randolph, again President, C. F. Painter, Vice-Presidcntg George Carey, re-elected Secretary, and W, S. Symington, jr., Treasurer. We adopted ascarlet and black class cap, and the fellows wore them for quite a while, but lately they have rather fallen into disuse. Again this fall we played Ninety at foot-ball. The result was what might have been expected. Score 16-o. Oh, boys, do you remember Jo-jo's expression when he made his mighty tackle, and how Slick trotted coyly off to make his onliest phantom touchdown. That was a great game and no mistake! Soon after this, that poor, pathetic, helpless Athletic Association became so sorely in need of funds that it was evident that something must be done. So some enterprising members of our class put their heads together and origi- nated the idea of those Miustrels, which were such a dazzling success last year. The ,notion sprang from the- class of Ninety-one, members of that class did most of the work, and to Ninety-one may be fairly said to belong the credit of the very successful performance. Weren't four out of the six end men, Ninety-one men ?i Weren't all the directors Ninety-one men? And wasn't Cotton, with his chicken-pie and his Kangaroo Dance, the star of the Troupe ? We also took our full part in the dances at the Gymnasium, on the various teams and nines, on the Glee and Banjo Clubs, and in this way we studied, played, laughed, quarreled, worked and lived our junior year away. 23

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Gran'ther Smith, sometimes playfully called ''Young-man-afraidsofhiss horses, the author of the celebrated historical-tonsorial work, entitled, The Rise and Fall of the Dutch Side-whisker. Behind Brown is Brigham, one of our artists, whose beautiful work is seen in this book. Next to him is Shriver, the talkative, and Mather, whose fresh boyish countenance will be seen among us no more. Then comes stentorian clarion-voiced Hunt, and behiiid him Macllougal, of foot-ball fame. Mac has also more poetry in him than would appear to a casual observer. Get him started on Wordsworth and see. Then Linthicum, a recent addition to our class, and sweetly smiling Base, who. I believe, sometimes really studies the Logic lesson. Keeping on to the right we have Harvey, the bicyclist, and Bumstead, who actually seems to understand what Dr. Grilhn is talking about. Then Cameron, Sr., for once separated from his younger brother, who is smiling down on him from above, and Gallaway, who doesn't say much but thinks a lot. Then Penniman, who has recently entered professional life, I hear. johnson, fencer, editor and student, and behind him Barton, gracefully reclining on Pleasants' coat'tail and looking like Mary, Queen of Scots. Then Keating, our idealistic and serious poet, and S. B. Brown, who looks so solemn that one would never suspect that he could laugh. In front of him sits Heitmuller, a star of great magnitude, who has risen into prominence only this year. Then West, our quarter-back Qwho is fast becoming a perfect devilj. Near them, with his own artless smile on his winsome, chubby face, is Archie, our own unique and original Archie I In front of him is Woods, looking dreamily into the past, and Baker, alias Juniata, alias Melchisidek, our Basso Profundo. Then Sidney Browne, another artist, and Careys, N. P. and G., the pseudo illld the genuine gymnast. Then comes Mitchell, our Cap, with his pipe. The philosopher Cohen and Lefevre or Phcebus, god of prophecy. Then 25.