New York Military Academy - Shrapnel Yearbook (Cornwall on Hudson, NY)

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y it ac, W Wi., 2-GQ scnuc lAllERI!IERT D. XVIEISER, AB. Cllrincetonj Professor of English H9091 XVILLIAM H. Hman, A.B. CColgatej Assistant l rofessor of English Ql914j I'IARRY M. BLANK, A.B. fflornellj Instructor in English Ql9l7j l'lERMAN R. SCHOELER fYalej Instructor in English Ql9l7j CHARLES M. MYLIUS CZanerian Art Schoolj Instructor in Penmanship Cl9l7j Mr. lfVeiser and his assistants have again gone over the top and routed the enemy, but what could be expected with such skilled skirmish- ers on one side, and on the other only poor inoffensive cadets who never wanted to study the darned stuff anyway? Here's a picture, however, which shows that at least one of his strong points, the study of the short story, fell on fertile ground. Salty,', one of his prize students of former days, but now a grave but far-from-reverend member of the faculty, is telling one of his rich and rare stories from the rialto, and it needs no demonstration to p1'ove that, as usual, he has made a hit with his hearers. ln-Q 4 15

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J KSEQI , ,gf H. M. ScA1uzoRoUGH, P1-LB. CDickinsonj Professor of Science C1906j, Senior Professor H9145 Dean and Registrar Q19l6j ARTHUR J. LATHAM, B.A. QDickinsonj Assistant Professor of Science Q1917j Chemistry, Physics, and Biology-a dangerous trio for the chap with inclinations collegeward. The course in Physics for instance is full of uncharted rocks on which it is easy to wreck the tender hopes and am- bitions of the solemn seniors. As an example, the picture illustrates a problem in the growth of the invisible , or, to be more specific, Weed and Roese waiting for their mustaches to grow. From faint indications and from the happy expression on VVeed's expressive countenance, it may be inferred that Mr. Scarborough has led him to believe that the1'e is hope, while in Roese's case, it is evident that he has closed his eyes in despair and abandoned all hope. The only comprehensible parts of chemistry, to some fellows, are the stinks which prevail in the laboratory, and as for Biology, with its bugs, pollywogs, and little things like proteins-it is interesting enough but usually tough. f And, speaking of 'wonderful inventions, here's a telephone conversa- tion our society editor heard the other evening: Ting-a-ling-a-ling-Mr. Scarbor- ough takes down the receiver and hears a sweet feminine voice say: Hello, are you Harry ? Mr. Scar- borough, looking embarrassed, VVell, not especially, lady, but Pm a long ways from bald, anyway. 14

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r F42 is it in is 1 ' gl fl xl .Q l ar' it 4, it i f 1 2 f r 5 'l i ll 'U f ie, fig. , tl .S kg .1 4, l 1 f 1 l -Qs .3 it Q!-:fr lr. 1- I l as Inf fi 4 ', f if Q jfs l . .,qr.w- X . l 7 'ffl ,X Y ' A' 'fb i WI i ' l' FREN C tl FRANK A. SHUFELDT, JR., BS. QVirginia Military Institutej Professor of French t1917j G E R M A N VICTOR llonNNEv, AB. QMorningside Collegej Professor of German tl9l6j W'ith conditions the Way they are in the world, the Modern Lan- guage department ought to be boo1ning, but it isn't. If the College En- trance Board would only relax its demands the classes in German would probably disappear from the map, as we all hope the Germans themselves will fade from the map of Europe. On the other hand, with every cadet longing for the day when he can get over there , meaning France, one would think they would all be anxious to learn to parlez vous. Yet, there is little evidence of such a feeling. Probably they are all dreaming that instead of dreary lessons at school they will each be taking lessons some day from a pretty little French girl, sitting by the wayside in some flowery lane in the land of roses. Vain dreams! There ain't no such animal. ' 1 1 The illustration might lead the reader to imagine that mod- ern languages flow freely and liquidly about the barracks, but in truth these are neither polocks, huns, nor boches, but a few socially ,inclined cadets d1'essed up for an afternoon tea at the College Inn . r 1 16