Lawrenceville School - Olla Podrida Yearbook (Lawrenceville, NJ)

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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

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of the young ones, who, we knew, were to follow in our footsteps, that prompted us to call upon the Faculty for this blessing. Many of us will long remember the dark days of our earlier life in the houses, the inex- orable 9 o'clock summons to darkness and sleep, and the stolen visits to the Hjigger shop, and the hurried exits thereof at the approach of a . The liwea 75h.fr master g the great Andover game on the gridiron, and the consequent E- celebration and burning ofthe ,Q7 Club House, that first game with f the mighty Townsend and Tirrell, incidentally assisted by seven gentle- men from Pennington, when our staunch old captain made his twofout- Vypp up three-men-on-bases-and-a-home-run-wins-the-game hit, the abolition of penal--all these have we told over and over again in every room of the -, Wh, N ...V ,Jw :NET , skip- if W7 :K 2: :ic :ic :ic :iz :k r. , , , But this last act. Our first arrival in the halls of the Upper, and the . bustling and confusion of getting settled, thecare with which We drove in .':4il4,-,gs ' . 1 Ziff- l ' 'r gf . . . . . fbi, ' ' itil a pin or two in that forbidden round, the wall, and cunninffly hid all J.-:L-egr-f -use g D traces with a bit of artistic drapery, and oh, the grief and consternation that reigned in the House of Lords when we returned one morning from chapel and found our walls stripped and bare, and on the floor, in studied confusion, heaps of flags, curtains, photographs, etc., adz'1ytZ1zz'z'um, the first visits to the village during study hours, and the conscious indifference with which we sauntered into the shops or passed an august member of the Faculty 5 the excitement of the first class meeting, our extreme impatience to arrange our schedules-did all this happen only yesterday? How fresh the memory still seems! Yesterday, did I say? Why, it was six, eight, nine months ago. How long the curtain has been ' 2 O