New Jersey Agricultural College - Four Leaf Clover Yearbook (New Brunswick, NJ)

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of a chemist's laboratory. Beside this table stood, or rather stooped, an old man, his long gray hair descended beyond his shoulders and swept forward to mingle with his great, venerable, hoary beard, which brushed the table o'er which he stood. At the invol- untary exclamation of surprise which escaped me, the old man looked up, and revealed the pale, haggard face of Brookstcin. When our mutual surprise was over, I questioned him and learned that he had for years vainly sought that 76th element, on which the revolution of all science depended. In a thin, querulous voice he said, My former school- nfates have plenty of this world's goods. Jacobie, with his chain of moving picture houses, the VVehb and Raws Quick Lunch Restaurants, Van Zandt has turned his great executive ability into the amassing of wealth, Flemer's four-branch peach tree has brought him riches, Reynolds non' edits the great Daily News, with a circulation of ten million, O'Flanagan, with the traditional tendencies of his race toward politics, has he- eome fat on graft, Felmer, with his patent recipes for fancy mustache production, has joined the millionaires. Howell, his cynicism, Gordon, his professional proclivitiesg Ilisbrow and Duncan, with their herculean lungs, Cook, with his knowledge of Cicero, Loslehen, the bard, Tliunderbolt Smith, the pugilist, and others I could mention. Each has used his greatest ability and reached the pinnacle of his ambition, while I, in my little attic, have been sacrificing myself in the interest of science. A loud shout and a vigorous shake aroused mc. I sat holt upright and rubbed my nubelicving eyes. Vv'ith a glance at the clock, the full realization dawned upon me that I had been wasting precious time in idle dreams, and I had but a few minutes left in which to catch the lecture on Protein, carbohydrates and fat. H, LANSER. .0 ffm , GEF Bust - 11. S - 4, Y ' -'Y ti , ' '01, u MOV, iff' ' i I at ' ' 2.3: Lxvxezoovvxaua-N 1. fa. F 44

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Horticulture Course BY H. l..,xNs1iR. NE night, as 1 lay comfortably tucked in my warm bed and clasped in the arms of drowsy Morpheus, my mind, disengaging itself, rambled out over the realms of the distant future, and there in dim perspective l saw visions of an age yet to be. The first scene on which my eyes rested was a vast concourse of people, a mass of excited humanity, that pulsated and swayed around a platform on which stood a solitary figure. He seemed to thrill the crowd with his superb eloquence. Something in the Figure seemed familiar, but l knew not what. l quickly drew nearer, and to my astonishment l recognized my old comrade, Platt. But, oh! how changed. The erect, vigorous frame had gone, and in its place was the shriveled form and stooping shoulders which hctokqnctl the student. The never-dying, impelling spirit was there still, the piercing glance, the energetic gestures, and as with a wan smile he swept the crowd, and with a majestic wave of his feeble hand, he concluded with, And government, of the peach growers, bv the peach growers, and for the peach growers, shall not perish from the earth. The 'burst olf thunderous applause which these words called forth disturbed my dream and shifted t e scene. I found myself walking on a lonely country road. The chirping of numerous birds. the soft swishing of the tall willows swaying gracefully in the summer breeze, were the only sounds which fell upon my ears, as l wandered aimlessly ou. Suddenly, a faint crv for help broke the stillness. l hastened around the sharp bend in the narrow highway, and there, lying on the road, face downward, was a man, with blood gushing from numer- r-us wounds. I turnedhim over gentlv, l stooped lower. to hear him whisper, Alasl they have abused me, and ill-treated me. because T have tried to teach them the great truth, that the life history of all Dipteras is that they have two wings. With surprise and sor- row, I recognized mv old friend, Thomas. the brilliant entomologist, and whispered sadly in his ear, Alas! dear sir, you should have known that no prophet is received in his own country. The scene changed quickly, as they do in dreams. l seemed to be in a little country store. A large inscription adorned the wall, which read in bold letters: The Aerouauts' Rest. All kinds of aeroplane fixtures for sale. The farmers. from the countrv 'rouud, were lounging lazily about. on old boxes and antique chairs, discussing the leading ques- tion of the couutrvside, The value of the aeroplane to the farmer as regards spraying and marketing. VVhen the interesting discussion was at its height, the door openediand in hobbled two feeble old men, whose heads were bowed with age and whose hoarv, locks swept their aged breasts. Some of the younger set politely offered them chairs. Just as the newcomers l1ad become comfortably seated the cry went un. Let old brothers Ridg- way and VVilliams decide our argument. All eyes turned to NVilliams, who seemed the more loquacious of the two. The old sage looked around gravely and said, Young men. these new-fangled ideas are all bosh: success lies only in downright hard work. For instance, my old friend Ridfrway. in his boyhood davs was up each day before breakfast to chase awav the abominable pests which infested his crops. And as for nie. young men. ir: those food old days T raised strawberries so large a derrick was needed to harvest each fruit. This mild statement had scarcely left his lips, when T felt myself again car- ried nver limitless space. To my great surprise T found mvself in a large room. seemingly an attic, and felt the odor of strong chemicals. Looking around. I noticed the dust-covered -.valls were lined with shelves, on which stood bottles, flasks and burettes of everv description, size and color. Tn the center of the room was a large table, strewn with all the paraphernalia 43

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PAUL RUFUS WOLFF Meyerstown, N. lf everv wolf were like him more, XVe would not keep him from the door X-VllgLlAM A. C,7ONNA.NT Newton, N. he's mall, he's sad, he's glad, he's bad. Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes AMBROSE ROBERT GORDON South Amboy, N. il. I-Ie stood up long before the class And spoke at length on succulent grass l-'ATRICK F. .DUNCAN Duncanno, Pa. A deep and sounding voice has he, That makes the shivers through us ri Some think it is the roaring sea, Some think it is Z1 German gun. 45 I