Johns Hopkins University - Hullabaloo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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Knower, the Logician, and T-hen Painter, our President, the white- headed versatile Dobbin and Agelasto, the Champion at Tennis. Down in front we have Hiss, Hollander and Briggs, who are all going to make their mark. Cooke, who is really not so melancholy as he seems, and Stewart, the mouthpiece of the class. Symington, Head Editor and Hustler, and Rittler, the centre-rush. Up behind stands the Dean, with the sheep on his right and the goats on his left. The sheep are Smiley, Stevens, and Dembitz, all future theological students, the solemn-Magruder, the raven-haired Detwiler, Search, the learned, and Baldwin, of the ,QI foot-ball team. The goats are the retiring and modest men, Howard and Pleasants, who would have gotten behind the bashful and shy fellows, Vea and Bissing, had not the latter succeeded in getting behind them Hrst, and lastly, Randolph, who makes our dances such great successes. There we all are. Shake hands all round before we part. A VII. And now my work is done. I like to fancy at some time in future years one of us coming across this class-book, lying half forgotten on some dusty book-shelf, and turning over its pages with newly awakened memories. If, at such a time these hasty sketches of our life together, should catch his eye and cause him to pause and think of the jolly times we have had, I should feel that my task, unworthily as I have done it, had not been in vain. ' .

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' Charlie Wood's success, although not exactly in the same line, has been none the less brilliant. His two large works on Retrospection have been translated into German, French, Italian and japanese. But his fmf-d'fcuw'e, the crowning effort of his life, is Looking Backward. I have just sent you a copy, so that you may judge for yourself. And these are not all l. There is Hollander, who is now Editor of the New York Earth, You remember what interest he used to evince in foot-ball, don't you? This seems never to have left him, as is clearly shown in his recent Treatise on Foot-ball, a book which is now the accepted authority in everything appertaining to the sport. In it I see he treats at length of the tactics invented and first practised by our famous old class team. Tom Baker also cast his lot in journalism, and at the breaking out of the war in Egypt was sent by the Moon to the scene of action as War Correspondent. Speaking of Africa reminds me of a sad story about one of our old classmates, which reached my ears a short while ago. Poor Smiley is no longer in the land of the living. He studied for the ministry after graduating at Johns Hopkins, and later went as a missionary to the Dark Continent, where he lived in the midst of cannibals. For a long time, by his commanding presence, gentle manner and kind words he held in check the fierceness and brutality of the savages around him. But at last nothing would avail, the innate cravings of those degraded creatures could not otherwise be appeased, they fell upon Smiley secretly, and ate their leader, friend and benefactor. A While I am telling you sad news, I might as well finish it here. Nothing in human life is without its darker side, and we cannot expect the history of our class to be exempt from misfortune. There is another angel with 'gr engraven on his forehead. Alfred Pleasants, very soon 30