Lawrenceville School - Olla Podrida Yearbook (Lawrenceville, NJ)

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PRESUJENT, DAVID DAVIS VICE-PRESIDENT, WILLIAM HANFORD EDWARDS HISTORIAN, OWEN MCMAHON JOHNSON ??3 HISTOIQY . The curtain has now rolled up on the fourth and last act of the play. For three long acts, with varying scenes and choruses, have We, the Class of ,96, played our minor parts on the great stage of ,,,, school life. But the finale has come at length, and now we dare to face those stern critics of our youthful art, the Faculty, without even a 75? tremor. No more choruses or suping for us 5 the title 1'6Zes alone can now do justice to our honored class. As scene after scene is shifted, and the dialogue runs on, While the footlights are throwing their piercing glare upon our devoted band of veterans, now and then, even the oldest graybeards cannot help recalling the queer old actors who have finished their parts so long ago-those firm friends who were at our side, ready to prompt or sustain us. How trivial their faults now appear! How often have We laughed at their tricks and sayings! Who can forget Doc. -Dr. McNider-the composer of the farnous Harnil House March, secretary and treasurer of every organization that existed in the school, the inimitable clown of The Second Mrs. Ivanhoe and the wit of our 16 '

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.. . Third Form year whose imaginative translations brought tears of j oy to the eyes of Mr. Hull, ' ,H despair and consternation to the polers, and 'dlled the souls of Rice and Douglas, our W D D , budding poets, with bitter envy. f X sa , , S W 'L il , .V Then too there was Sweezy, the sagacious Sweezy, whose lofty intellect was too noble A to suspect the dark stratagems of that fateful April Fool's Day, but whose animal instincts 1, were too strong to resist the maddening temptation of that innocent-appearing silk hat. Where is Peavey, the Griswold House revivalist, and that massive 122, body which would have made such a tower of strength in our line, had not his health, alas, ,gilt prevented his playing on the eleven? Yes, and then Hay, the great Philadelphia sport, and-Bobbie Hunt. Who does not remember light-hearted, careless, jovial Bob, the fi-T5-di-, 'S openkhearted, frank and genial lad, whose only failing was asomewhat too accentuated T' proclivity towards bigotry? What scholars, too, we used to be in those good old days! A How fond the Faculty were of us, and how we rejoiced in the appellation of Hull's Pets li' Those were the days when the cupola of the old K' gym , was furtively scaled and the clapper removed to other resting-places 3 when the school, tramping over to chapel one cold, clear morn, beheld the gaunt features of the skeleton peering down upon them from the dizzy height of the Hag-pole. How ,Y . X,-:B - . , distant are the days of our Second Form, when we used to crowd into the old gym for our daily exercise, and then the study hours in Memorial ! When future generations have graduated from this school, and, having bless that old Second Form study hour, and the Class of '96, which instituted it! N grown gray and wise, turn back to the memories of their school days, how they will 5 . y , K For it was our magnanimous self-denial, our uncalculating devotion to the interests ,,. 19