Lawrenceville School - Olla Podrida Yearbook (Lawrenceville, NJ)

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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

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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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' ' up, and yet it seems only a little while ago that a great triumphal chorus surged, and marched, and countermarched upon this same stage, and the scene glittered with innum- L, , B Ei - erable torches, and the great football transparency shone out at the head of the long line R Eli- that pulled and tugged at the ropes, as the old stage bearing our victorious eleven swung 1 onto the scene. Well., well, the rousing cheers and chorus, the towering black bonfire gr in' V wrapped in flame, and the old cart about which we crowded, and listened to the speeches and cheered each speaker, on that eventful night, are not things of the past g they are before us ever as vivid and real as then. But the chorus has left the stage, the scenes must shift a little, and now comes the Hsoliloquy of Hamlet -the midnight ravings of Danforth, the second-floor philosopher, and as it is but a step from the sublime to the ridiculous, fain must our seered and learned sage stalk off among the wings, and leave the field to irresponsible reckless goat. I H Ladies and gentlemen, announces the stage manager Cnot LaRuej, we are offering to you to-night as the evening's specialty, the Human Goat, in his famous gastronomical act, where he will eat before the audience one evzfffe necktie, and afterwards break open a trunk with his head. ' Then when the goat has performed and gambolled off the stage, in sweeps Huntington, the leading lady of this interesting troupe. Her smiles fairly eclipse those of the famous Cissy Fitzgerald, but it is but due to Kitty to mention that she owes her popularity to her confiding nature and extreme modesty, She was once heard to remark, when taunted with her fatal gift of beauty: Well, I can't help it if I am pretty. y Once in a moment's niad enthusiasm, after standing before her mirror with both eyes tightly closed, just to see how she looked when asleep, Kitty remarked z Do you know, really, I have a way of looking clean whether I am d-rt- or not. 2I