Springfield College - Massasoit Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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honorary J ' lembers, 1 906

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THE MASSASOIT 26 ♦ Again we enjoyed that social time at Mr. and Mrs. Berry’s home. Buckland, our new member was with us, while Brayley was stationed in New York City. The reception seemed better than usual this year. Again we experienced the sad feeling, as we realized that ’05 had left our midst, and that we stood in their place. In the Pee-rade this year. Goldy showed marks of progress along social lines, for he was dressed in a very prcttv outfit, evidently borrowed from a charming young lady friend. Was it his New York Cousin”? Once again, for the last time, we were privileged to sit with “Mother Goose around the Thanksgiving table and listen to her last motherly counsel to her boys at the Training School. Though she was not at all well, still there was cheer in her words and face, and during the meal Mother Goose and Dr. Doggett were heard to say something like this, “Are these ' 06 boys the ones we saw three years ago?” 1 he idea of the “Royal Order of Helps was trans- ferred to our prayer meetings this year by making them fellowship meetings. 1 his year, also, 1! 0G took its place in athletics, with Mason as captain and H. S. Smith as manager of the ’varsity football team. Six men won school emblems, a gain of two over last year. Gray and Hawkes cap- tained and managed baseball. Seller and Prettyman ice hockey, and F. D. Smith was manager of the fenc- ing team. And now being Seniors we have conducted the open night exhibits and have taken that Senior Trip. If it does mean hard work to ' be a Senior, it is worth it. Trip broadening? Yes, sir! With five lectures and seven banquets in six and a half days, we had to grow. It showed us what those so soon to go out into the work face on leaving school. Soon we leave these halls. We thought at the begin- ning we appreciated our faculty, now we know we do. “We ne ' er shall love her less” means something now. “T. S.” has given us her best. To be worthy of this, Let us then be up and doing.”

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Cdc ' ll ]Ve f cr forget 1906 Class poem We ’ll ne ' er forget our glorious class, We Ml ne’er forget our yell, W e ’ll ne ' er forget tho years may pass, The men vve knew so well. Ra ta ter thrat, ter thrat, ter thrat ! Terra ter lix. ter lix ! A right familiar sound is that, ’T is the yell of Naughty Six. ’Bert Buckland we will ne’er forget, With girl in Buffalo, — Methinks I hear his tenor yet. And hear his bugle blow. “Could Beckett play the piano?’’ Why, man, you know full well You couldn’t control your tingling toe He played so mighty well ! And Walter Cobb we ' ll ne’er forget, So quiet and “true blue.” In “Gym.” he made the Middlers sweat — Could bat a baseball, too. We’ll not forget the chap named Day, The philosophic one, Who oft the simplest things would say In words that weighed a ton. Now, Doctor,” — that is Walter Giles. Some posers he ’d propound ; To sweep a room he ’d walk for miles ; I11 work he did abound. Nor Goldsmith will we e’er forget. Say, were n’t his notions queer? In “Gym.” could he do stunts? You bet The girls all used to cheer. A rose cheeked lad was Carl Goodwin, His smile was on to stay. The hundred he aspired to win ; — And baseball curves? Oh, say! Tho young, another chap was Gray, How Frank he was to all, And “That reminds me— by the way,” He captained V. Baseball.