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

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fii tion Basketball l18 lljintnrg This man calls himself Row , lf anybody calls him Rauch, he is insulted for he says he cloesn't want to be called anything which rhymes with grouch . He comes from the sunny South, and brings with him many of the traditional characteristics of the typical Southeruer. His very manner carries with it a suggestion of manana and of warm and lan- guicl nights, lazy clarkies tinkling banjoes, soft music in a liquid sky, and the other accessories of Dixie. This impression extends to our lady visitors, we judge, as they invariably are caught by his courteous ways. He is a good fellow, our Rauch, and we wish he might have been with us longer. , 60 Qlbarles flilaurtce itkauzb TIENNI ssm: ZKrrurh Entered '17. Private A om pany '17-'18. Tennis Squid 18 e

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Sherrill wpnne Burgas NEW YORK 1 illrrnrh ' - Entered 'l3. Private Band '14 and '15. N Corporal Band '16. Sergeant Band '17. Principal Musician Band '18, Chief Musician Band '18. Camera Club '15 and '16. Secretary Freshman Class '15. Baseball Squad '17, Iunior Football '15. Hiking Squad '16. Section I Basketball Team-'18. Track Squad '17. Ser- geants' Club '17. Mandolin Club 'l8. ' Debating Club '15. Wizturg We always have said that 13 was unlucky. Here is proof of a misstatement, for did not this honor- able Shrimp enter in '13? And wasn't that a lucky event for every one concerned? Shrimp has played in the Band for so long they couldn't get along with- out him. Being a slave to the ladies is another of his accomplishments, and when he is all rigged out in dress uniform with plenty of chevrons and braid, we don't wonder that he seems to get along pretty well. He has been a loyal friend and one we are glad to have had. So long, Shrimp, and good luck to you. ' 59

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Bahih QEIhzrt Both -PENNSYLVANIA ' ilierurh Orchestra '18, Track Squad '18. 1 1 iitutnry A member of the aristocracy of Section I, the Baron has high ambi- tions. That a Baron from Lehighton, Pennsylvania, should aspire to the quarter-deck of a battleship, especially as a graduate from Annap- olis, strains our imagination until it creaks. VVe could better imagine him a trumpeter blowing his . ofiginat version of mess call, summoning his hungry ship-mates to slop . And, by the way, only hunger and habit enable anyone to identify the miscellaneous iumble of sounds he blows out of a horn as mess, or any other'call, There are few lates when he blows revcille, for the combination of chords and discords he evolves would wake the dead. He will probably end his days, howcver, in command of the Antarctic fleet, proudly walking they quarter-deck, illuminated with many yards of gold braid, and carrying a dia- mond studded telescope under his arm. We wish him luck. l 61 Entered '17, Private Band '18.