Lawrenceville School - Olla Podrida Yearbook (Lawrenceville, NJ)

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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

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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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A I But now for a little music. The orchestra strikes up There's only one girl, etc. At this juncture the audience will please rise and remain with bowed heads, while Little with his latest walking-beam saunter condescends to step to the footlights and be -- W admired. If the audience suits him he may be prevailed upon to sing a song or two. His voice is remarkably sweet and clear, and his friends, who have great faith in its J'-A possibilities, are urging him to have it cultivated-on the other side of the water. This li 1 , ,W X lad is very ambitious to play catcher on the 'Varsity nine, and believes that, if he can 'gil only grow one and three-quarter inches before the Andover game, all will be well. M g I His small stature is, indeed, the only thing against his chances, besides his weakness with the stick, and his inability to fill the position of water-carrier. Albeit he is somewhat of a philoso- pher, for he has been heard to remark with a sigh : Ah, Napoleon, too, was a Zzffle man. And if the audience be still in the mood for the sweet melody of harmony, we shall next present the famous duet singers, Noble and Tenney. The former is renowned for the depth of his bass notes, while the latter is conceded by all to excel along the higher octaves. Shades of Shakspere ! some one exclaims, what a play ! Why, there isn't even a plot I Doucemmf, mon ami, nezmus e11zpar!e2jbas, as Mr. Raymond says after class oElicer's meeting. All this has been but the comedy-the light touch that heightens the sad, tragic scenes that follow. Turn the lights down low-lower still 3 throw on the green calcium fire, and let the orchestra play low, soft music, such as rises when the brave, lion-hearted hero has bidden farewell to his sobbing mother and sweetheart, and the noose is tightened, while the audience shiver and grow nervous, just as if that everlasting forty-year-old kid wouldn't appear in the nick of time. However, here we are all trembling at the heart-rending scene on the dim-lit stage. How many times have we heard the piteous laments of Rainbow Davis, the sorrow- ing lover of the nckle Harriet Dohonnel, and sympathized with his grief ? Here, now, is the villain Oby, 22