Miami Military Institute - Bayonet Yearbook (Germantown, OH)

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g . 'PHE - BAMO NEI? The Senior Class. Again the graduation time has come, Exams are over and we're sure we've passed. We'll take a look now, see what we have done And summarize the graduating class. First comes Bill Crane, whom we best know as Snick, Commander of the Corps, a warrior bold, A good athlete is he, agile and quick, He'll make the team at college, so I'm told. Ben Motter next, to us hels just plain Ben, He won his fame by pen and not by sword, BAYONET editorials now and then Predict a man of induential word. , Bill Hopkins now, as Hopie better known, A student pure and simple fnot so purelg He'll have an armored cruiser all his own And be a second Admiral Dewey sure. Why here's Nell Black, old Nell of BAYONET fame, ' Who loves publicity, and girls and fudge, And if his heart's not blacker than his name He's bound to make a wise and lenient judge. Here bringing up the rear fnot strange for himj, Comes now Dutch Langdon, all the name implies. He's not a student, has not wit nor vim, , But he'll sure find a home up in the skies.

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isa-,- -..- ,M iiiii-.-?, THE BAYONET 7 A FLAT TIRE. A monotonous, sickly drizzle had beset London for several days, and the faint spark of the street lamps was barely discernible thru the heavy curtain of fog that hung over the street. The yelling of teamsters, noise of automobile horns and the sound of the crowd as it jostled and 'pushed its way along, filled the air The very atmosphere was oppressiveg the rain dropped from the eaves in a half- hearted fashion. The crowd itself was disagreeable, the hack horses in the streets steamed as they pulled their heavy burdens here and there, motors without chains were in con- stant danger ofl skidding,' and the creak of those with chains and the continuous shifting of gears could be heard above the bustle ofthe street. .From his apartment in 'his club John Beckwith looked out gloomily upon the scene 'of struggling hu- manity before him. His man had just lighted the lights, and left him looking out thru the rain-streaked window: The muffled noise as it came up to him from below disgusted himg I say, disgusted him because' he loathed it,'and then he'said to him- self: I :ve never seen anything' to equal it. lWhy do. I stayihere? Noth- ing to keepvme. I might as well be seeing the world, if for no other pur- pose than being away from this de- testable mob. I'll wait and seize the Hrst opportunity to get away. Beckwith, as we see by his words, was entirely independent. His father had left him with more than enough. He had always been rich, his family . I , - before him had been rich, and he was at ease with his fortune. There was nothing in him of the' 'nouveau riche. ' ' He was at ease in any company of men, but his Qwe cannot sayj dislike, rather ignorance of women, gives us a theme on which to write. He had never known many women. His mother had died when he was very young, and an old aunt, his father's sister, was his only woman ac- quaintance. . He picked up the evening paper, turned from the window and started to read. Presently! Kelly, his' man, entered ' p Mr, Wells, sir. Show him in, Kelly. Yes, sir. 5 p Wells was an American, we may say more, he was from, New York and a very intimate friend of Beck- with. He had met him whenghe hap came to England with his crew to row against Oxford, and since then they had been warm friendsj ' Virgil, I 'm so sick of this city that I do n't know.-what to' do. Can you help me out?'T4 - ' l Indeed I can. The Maurtania sails -Saturday. Todays is Tuesday. You have never been in the United States. Come, now, make me a visit. I 've asked you often enough. Now accept my invitation. Sail Saturday? Why, my dear boy. ' Yes, Saturday. You people over here are horribly slow. You have lots of time. Get Americanized. See if you can do it.