Rome Free Academy - De O Wain Sta Yearbook (Rome, NY)

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THE SENIOR ANNUAL. ae ee es wm iD ‘ I SENIOR DANCE. Formerly it has been the custom for the Senior Class to give a sleighride on some But, as the weather was quite changeable this year, stormy night in the depth of winter. our plans had to be revised several times. called for the Senior Class and serious consultations were At last, one and all decided that the fates were against us and a private Many were the meetings carried on. dance was decided on for Friday evening, Feb. 23. It was held in the G. A. R. Hall and every effort was put forth to make it an enjoyable affair. Elaborate refreshments were served at midnight by Caterer Tun- bridge. The music was furnished by Yor- don’s Elite Orchestra, which was seated be- hind a gorgeous bank of palms. One of our members accompanied the orchestra with his The dancing tinued untill four o’clock, and various games of cards were enjoyed by some who did not dance. The hall was handsomely decorated with banners and colored paper. The class of 1906 is noted for its good sense and we sincerely hope that the underclasses will fol- low our good example. melodious flute. was con-

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THE SENIOR’ ANNUAL. 25 That first, innocent looking little one is a Noble fellow. the very incarnation of mischief. That which walks by his side is a curiosity, for it has been reclaimed from wildness and has become transformed into a practically tame Moose. stea Ithy Just back of him, and with step, crouches a ferocious, wild- eyed Savage “Tommy.” But enough of this. Let us pass on into the Laboratory. . That tall, slender, wiry gen- tleman, standing in front of the table, is Professor’ Campbell. “Anon he takes from bottles covered That first one, which is almost prophetic in its sage ap- filled spiring yellow substance, known to chemists as (S.) ened by meaning symbols, contains a white, his myst erious cases two with quaint and occult signs. with a awe-in- pearance, is strange, That second bottle, which is dark- almost death-colored compound, known chemically as (KNO 3.) And Professor opens a new case. What is that in that shadowy, aye, that midnight-like box Black night is the substance. now the which he draws forth from the case? as an Egyptian Shrouded in pall is the mystery of its mean- ing. for its symbol is simply (C.) Care- fully, very carefully, he weighs out to exact- ness, 37.4 grams of (KNO.3), 5.9 grams of (S), 6.6 (C). Calmly he mixes the substances; not a visibly grams of nerve quivering, not a muscle twitching. The haze disappears from our clouded senses and Horrors! the mixture is gunpowder! What meaneth the man? Is he cruel enough to destroy the frail, feminine creatures under his tutorship ? Can he so far forget his hu- manity as to extinguish in one moment the bright, happy lives of those entrusted to his care? Look! the rash deed Look! Oh! See! The match is lighted, he ignites the gas, and, horrors! he deliber- Will no one stay ately and determinedly approaches the pow- One more moment and the deed will be done. Oh! is there no help? Alas! too late! He lights the there blinding, lurid flash, a heartrending whisper from the girls, a der, holding the burner in his hand. powder. Instantly is a mad, frantic rush—and Florence Waldo falls over the hard wood es cnalr. G stands for Grace Whose last name is Felton, She is mighty “‘stuck up” with Seldon. Since she’s been “running” THE STUDENTS’ TALE. Cram Exam. Flunk Trunk Sweet angelic beings Wondrous trim and fair, Eva Bowman and Miss Ely. Studious beyond all discription. Not at all attached to boys. Vina Scripture and Maud Seldon. Ab. Orton the far-famed orator, From Rome’s great science room, May some day make a monitor, With cap, and gown, and broom. Wonder who Backus will take to the Class day reception ? Will it be Circe ? Epigram on Lake’s tombstone: Here lies a man of worth untold, Untold because unknown, His soul to nothing has he sold, For nothing did he own. Let me not burst in ignorance.—Win- - - ed W-ld-n. Struck on himself and has no rival. “Davy.”

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THE SENIOR ANNUAL. a ore pPRALE RR io 0494) — = 1 7:30 a.m. at Marsh’s, the morning after the Hallowe’en Party SENIOR HALLOWE'EN PARTY. The Senior Hallowe’en Party! What harmonious discords does it bring to mind! What a delightful night it was (at home) ! About forty of the Seniors and a few friends, through various alleys and devious lanes, gathered at the welcome home of Mr. Marsh. At 7:30 a strange, uncanny fig- ure entered the house. He was dressed— in We vouch for it that he is no jack-the-hug-him. In a few moments he disrobed himself, and, with a shock to our steel nerve, we beheld——a Senior. We had hardly recovered our Senior Dignity when Miss Andrews and Miss Gowing en- tered the room, bringing their Boys with e 2 woman s attire. them—no, it is only a delusion, they are not Boys, they are—Seniors! With fear and trembling ( ?) we marched, en masse, to the fine barn where we were to make merry. The windows and doors were. bolted and barred and all eatables were transferred to the upper floor. Promptly at eight o'clock war was de- clared by an almost unanimous vote—Simon and Hitchcock dissenting. Tramp! Tramp! What means those horrible, awe inspiring (?) sounds? Bang! Bang! Ah; they are our friénds, the hostile Midnight marauders. For two long hours (a cen- tury in each) the brave defenders withstood the merciless onslaughts of fifty, stone-heart- ed, relentless, horrible, mudmen. With a battering ram weighing a ton (or less) the hostiles beat down our breastwork (window panes) and succeeded in arousing the spirit ‘Tramp! of resistance to a ferocious excitement. At last a breach is made in the front wall, but no enemy dares to attempt to enter the fort. Wath a-bloodcurdling yell the Se- niors are upon the intruders! Foremost is “Big Joe’ (not flour, but Wallace) with a telegraph pole ( ?) in his dainty hands.