St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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SENIOR CLASS

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'll- Senior Glass 55'story. VERYBODY knows the Class of Ninety-eight, and it seems useless to write our history on paper, so deeply is it carved on all and everything around us. When great deeds or daring schemes of the past four and degenerate age, the very walls seem to echo Ninety- years are talked about by students of the present puny eight in answer to the whispered queries as to who they were - those men who dared to brave the ruling powers and undaunted, to rise and act regardless of the direful threats of certain fledgelings of the awful Board. Those days, alas l are gone 5 now the bending knee and favor-courting phrase are oftener seen or heard than the bold, defiant looks and scornful taunts to measure strength and let the victor rule. In justice, however, to ourselves, and in the hope that in some future day another class of men shall find the story of our coming and going one worthy of emulation, rather than with a view to vaunt about themselves, I shall endeavor to tell of our deeds while at St. J'ohn's, although I feel myself incompetent to find a language suited to my subject. We came here first as others do--that is to say, we entered the Freshman class. We did so because it was in accordance with the rules, and at that time we did not know ourselves, or that in the future we should live and act by self-made laws. Up to the date of our advent it had been the custom-and a good one, too, in most 'X- cases -to make the youngest class bow down to those above' them 5 in our case, the fallacy of the underlying principle of the time-honored rule was made most apparent 5 or, in other words, our betters ceased to be. Nothing of moment, beyond the occasional vindication of our rights, occurred during the first year of our sojourn here. We had to feel our strength 3 but when the name of Sophomore succeeded to that of Freshman our real character became apparent, and our spirit, until then dormant as a smoldering flame, burst forth into a blaze, unquenchable and all-consuming. Our first act of a remarkable character was one which won for us the glory and renown which has ever since hung around our name. There was a creature belonging to no particular race mentioned in natural histories - in fact, his nature has ever been disputed by scientists of every branch of science - who was a black spot on our fair horizon. I might say here that, after a careful study of his habits most of us came to the conclusion that he belonged, in part at least, to the feathered tribe, mingled with a simian strain 3 but whether bird or beast it mat- ters not, his very being was a continual source of annoy- ance to us. We decided that he would have to go 5 so one dark night when all the world was clothed in sleepy quiet we succeeded in capturing this monster and in binding him neck and wing. Then in gay procession we