Springfield College - Massasoit Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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26 JTtjc Jtfassasott Class Poem T. S., 04 | usr two little letters T. S., To many they signify naught; But to us as we read them today, l.aeh litter with meaning is fraught. |ust two little figures ’04, Joined on to the letters T. S., And only a classmate can know One half, that to us, they express. They carry us back o’er our course, To the fall of the year Nineteen-one; They tell of the struggles we’ve had, They speak of the victories we’ve won. But deep though these scenes are engraved, And much as they mean to ’04, It is not the deeds of the class, But the men we would bring to the fore. There’s Laudy, the shortest of all, But the biggest man now in the class. There is Randel, who finds it a help To oft comb his hair and moustache. We’ve a “cute little shaver” named Charles, And Lewis a youth true and square. W e’ve Maier, whose brain works so hard That it knocks all the roots off his hair. There’s Bonny from “Giddy Paree,” “Sunny jim” out in India born; And Stafford who has a moustache The shade of the tassels of corn. There’s Thompy and Hammy, these two Sons of Ham, the black sheep of the flock. There’s Wilber, a hard worker he, And Moraller who mendeth the clock.

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anjc jttassasott 1903. There were horns, transparencies, bonfires, and red fire galore, and enthusiasm that bubbled over and would not be suppressed. However, it would be an injustice to each member to leave the impres- sion that other days did not bring even greater pleasure. None of our number will ever forget the informal social hours spent with Mr. Lee in the jubilee room, when gathered around the basket which usually accompanied him on his evening visits, we came to know him as a friend, as one interested in the welfare of every T. S. man. When, on Thanksgiving day in 1901, we sat down at our first New Eng- land Thanksgiving dinner at T. S., ’04 rose to the occasion with its accustomed energy; and when, in 1902, Mrs. Woods came to visit us in the capacity of Mother Goose, we showed remarkable adaptability in assuming the role of goslings and responding to her call. Then it was that the Orange and the Black rose high, as singing the productions of our poet, we gathered once more at the Thanksgiving feast. Again in 1903, came causes for thanksgiving, but though our cups of joy o’erflowed, we realized that it would be our last Thanksgiving dinner at T. S. There were pleasures in the New York trip. It was pleasant for some to watch others lulled to sleep in the International Committee’s office (until they fell asleep themselves); it was fun to see Sam Abbott the day after he re- ceived the Doctor’s telegram; and it was at least an honor to be present at the first banquet served in the new 23rd street building. There were inspirations to be gathered from the swimming pool at Columbia, and we were delighted to have a chance to contribute materially to the deficiency of the New Haven Association lunchroom. However, all in all, including Doctor Doggett’s whistle, the senior trip was a grand success. We were recognized everywhere as Seniors, our pedigrees were published, and at last 1904 was known as “the men about to go out in the work.’’

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artjc iWassasoit 27 Our “Raven-haired” Pinneo’s here, Our fair Ebenezer we raise. W e’ve Russell, who liketh to talk, And a chubby young fellow named Hayes. We’ve a pushing young man, Charley Rea, And a curly-haired poet, named Moule. And “Sic” with ambitions as high As the vault that he does with his pole. There’s Sampy, a big second base, And Gray, w T ho the tenor does swell; And Elliott, whose clear silver notes Ring out like the voice of a bell. I hese four in the hours of the night Often tune up their voices full strong, And when others are trying to sleep, Burst out into torrents of song. Then there’s Henckel, a man of affairs, And a big all-round student named Si; And Abbott and Barrier who love In the arms of sweet Mor pheus to lie. There’s Holmes, a sturdy Canuck, And a much-in-love fellow named Scott. There’s Flanagan, benedict he, And Smith, youngest one of the lot. 1 hese thirty men make up the group 1 hat is known as the Naughty Four class. The largest T. S. e’er has known; — On its worth we leave others to pass. But these two little letters T. S., And these two little figures ’04, Are links that are tested and tried, And will bind us in heart evermore. H. Moule