Lawrenceville School - Olla Podrida Yearbook (Lawrenceville, NJ)

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0 ,J9?7 I 4? fx JAMES PIERSON ARGERSINGER, Presidenzf. EDWARD LYTTLETON FOX, Vice-Pre.v1'de1zL' and His!01'z'a1z. ERNST CLARK WETTLAUFER, Sec1fez'a1fy and Treasurer. lbistorxg of '98, drawing toward the close of our four years' campaign. Together, in the days long gone by, we rallied for the first time beneath that banner which we have since grown to love so dearly. Together, since that time, we have tramped and fought, side by side. Together we have wandered through fair and sunny valleys, and beneath blue skies. Together, in the face of the storm, we have struggled over bleak and desolate mountains. Together we have met, time and again, to jest and sing, about the dying embers of the camp tire. Together we have withstood, back to back, the galling fire of the enemy. Together we have passed through fatigue and rest, hunger and plenty, pain and pleasure. Together we stand to-day, war-scarred veterans, tried and true, faithful still to old ninety-eight. Now it is all over. Our trials are passed 3 alas! our joys are also passed. We have fought a good iight, and now we must break ranks and scatter-God knows Whither. WEARY and wo1'n, like a little band of soldiers, we are T4

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But come, sound the bugle, and let us gather once more beneath the old banner. Let us gaze back together upon the dim vista of the past, flecked with the light and shade of happiness and trouble. Let us muse upon the treasured associations which it has imprinted so indelibly upon our hearts and lives. And as we grasp one another for the last time by the hand, let us each seek in the eyes of his friend a deep and responsive acknowledgement of the common bond which has made us all one for old ninety-eight. -P Oh! how merciless have been the ravages of Father Time. Brush aside the dust from your memory, and let me recall to you some of the old names, once so familiar. There was Uty, our president during those days of happy oblivion in the First Form. There were Nailer H Trask, Slush Holbrook and Dennis H Flanagan, whose brogue appeared to such advantage in the Ravings of John McCulloch in the Mad-house or the adventures of Mrs. Moriarityf' Prominent in our memory of the Second Form are jonesie De Saulles, Harry Long, and the immortal 4' Ferdinand Pinney Earle, Ir., who is now in Paris, studying art. But, after all, we remember those iirst two years of our life at Lawrenceville, as little more than a long and careful preparation for the greater events which followed. As crude ore, by the successive pro- cesses of crushing, snielting, and blasting, approaches nearer and nearer to iron, so did we, during this time, undergo a process of steady development. We learned our capabilities 5 we found that reliance upon ninety- eight was not ill placed. And when the time for action finally came, we had required the temper and polish ofa Damascus blade. A word will serve to recall the events of the Third Form year, especially that most momentous event of all, our little czjfaire cz h01znezz1' with '97, How it brought the class together l It is all as vivid as though it had happened yesterday. The rush in front of the Kennedy, the melee at night, the valiant deeds of Dutch Mouser on the roof of memorial,-all have become a part of Lawrenceville history. Arrott left us, intiicting a severe loss upon our base ball team. There were others, too, who never reached the upper. Chappie Drake, for instance, whose bland face always wore a genial smile, till some one spoke of his 16