Lawrenceville School - Olla Podrida Yearbook (Lawrenceville, NJ)

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Before long Miss Zetti Kennedy came and swept all before her, enveloping everybody in the meshes of her charms, including him whom she hlled with wrath by tripping up the wrong aisle when she left the auditorium. This was not the o11ly pasteboard tragedy, however, which we may attribute to Miss Kennedy. A short time after her departure Frearw Adams seized a shot gun and rushed off to a secluded spot where he intended to shoot himself. A loud report was soon heard in the direction of the village, but upon hastening thither Frear's friends found that the only damage done was to Mr. Apple- gates blue sign which was, indeed, looking rather bad, having had the bottom blown clear off. Frear had to pay four dollars for the sign, and gives as his only excuse that a desperate man will do almost anything. Who will ever forget when the raffling craze struck us, and the house was transformed into a regular stock exchange ? Surely Johanna will not, for, if my memory serves me rightly, he himself was raffied off, and afterward disposed of to Stertet-with some difficulty, it is true- for seventeen cents. But what ever memories we may have of this period cannot fail to be serious and even regretful when we recall that which accompanied it-the departure of Red Gill, Pink and Bob Black. They need no eulogium. We have all known them and loved them too well for that. Suiice it to say that they have left their likeness upon our hearts in such a manner that they can never disappear from our memories. Shortly after this, an event occurred which bore terror to the hearts of the stoutest, and made the entire class hold its seventy-nine breaths in palpitating fear for a week after. Some daredevil had rashly ventured to yelp from a window, and a moment later a burly rufhan, with a fierce beard and a gruff voice, shook his fist and invited us down to have our noses thumped. After he had gone away we all crawled out from beneath our divans, and unanimously agreed that it was the luckiest escape we had in a long time. One evening in February-the night usually devoted to the Prom-we gave a little reception to our friends of the Third Form. The next morning that inscription appeared so familiar to all of us, and which has made famous the telephone pole which bore it : K' Ninety-nine challenges Ninety-eight. The result you all know too well for it to need relating-mthe class meeting, the trip to Trenton, the hasty printing of the I9

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lvl-i flfzihsn JS ' if L21 l!:1YlY Wx 10 KNOX 0 M ? ran Y Jx I Shortly after this we defeated St. Paul 's School in foot ball, and on the evening of the team's return a large and joyful band of patriotic rooters from '98 started to walk down the road and haul back the wagon containing Cap- tain McCord and his band of heroes. We set out bursting with pride and overiiowing with exhuberance. We walked a little way-no team. We walked a little farther-no team. We walked farther still-no team. Trusting that every- thing was all right, however, and that the team was sure to meet us some time, we shoved our hands in our pockets, stopped singing, and trudged wearily along till we arrived at Trenton,,where, at last, we had the satisfaction of seeing our quarry go racing by without recognizing us. Late that night a hungry, F shivering mob of sheepish-looking fellows were driven to the Upper House in a t gaudily painted circus band wagon, where, after duly cashing up to the extent of QT J Ls twenty-live cents a-piece, they slunk off to bed. 1: X By this time the machinery of the Upper was in full swing. All the peculiar sights and sounds to which we have grown so accustomed were to be daily Ti seen and heard. The flaring red head of Pop Long, alias Hthe broker, the HA, famous funny man and poet of the Uknocker Dwight school, was to be seen ' -if bobbing about everywhere at once, now pouring a pitcher of water upon the head of some unfortunate, now shooting cats and bottles in the back yard to the accom- paniment of prolonged Aha's! Monroe Abbott, whose nickname I discreetly forbear from mentioning, was in evidence nightly-for it is true, although disputed, that he really docs wake up after prayers in the evening, and might be heard regularly about IO P. M. begging Doc Reynolds to kiss him good-night, greatly to the discomfiture of Johanna, whose smothered rage could be divined by the scraps of lan- guage which floated through his keyhole and transom, the main burden of which seemed to be some- thing about fools and idiots,,'l This was by no means the only cross which Doc. had to bear, however. Frequently, when taking steam baths for his complexion, he would find his exit from the bath closet barred by a curtain pole, on such occasions his righteous indignation was greatly enhanced by the rising steam, which caused him to intersperse his exclamations of anger with coughs and sputterings. 18

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proclaniations, the work of preparation which lasted far into the night,-all are familiar. The following morning, long ere the first gray streaks of dawn had shot the horizon, a dark and silent band of chosen men issued from a window in the rear of the Upper, dispersed in every direction. Some were armed with paint and brushes, some with paste and proclamations, some with banners ready to be strung up in every available spot. And when the sun rose, lo what a sight! Such an array of painted numerals of swinging banners, and of plastered paper as greeted the sleepy eyes of the Waking sons of ,QQ will never be seen again in the history of the school. About seven o'clock the youngsters began to make little disturbances in the various houses, but all that had been long ago foreseen, and at every pistol shot an angry army issued from the Upper, splashed 1 5 Ac, 3 lit lid illllililiiidwi it with paint and paste, and rushed down upon the recreant house. Griswold iirst fell victim to' our attacks, next the Cleve, and be it said to Mr. Gulick's credit that he was the only master in the school who didn't get routed. 4 ' By and by the foe began to rally, and an attempt was made to destroy the work of the Banner Corn- mittee on the bath-house. But Dutch Mouserf' Froggy Boynton, Killarney Armstrong and the others who constituted that organization were not to be so easily balked and a struggle ensued upon the roof in the course of which not a few rolled off onto the ground. Gradually, however, both classes arrived upon the scene in full strength, and a succession of rushes followed in which the valiant deeds of Monk H 20