St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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Pinkney, our religious men would seem to be seized by an evil spirit, and in the wild rout that followed, an outsider would think that Beelzebub himself was 'the guiding influence. But no! they were only trying to dance, and success seems to have crowned their efforts, for to see Peth and HLinticum in the strains of Auf XIVICCICTSQIIQH would moisten the eyes of any crocodile. Mind you, most of these facts came to light in under class days, and it is only with bated breath that I introduce you to our final struggle to carry the sheepskin through the goal. . If I marked Senior year, girls, I would save much ink and valuable time, and be truthful also, but out of justice and likewise a deep admiration, I must tell you of one or two who have not .Hmonkeyed with the band-wagon. Scrubby Lamotte, Colonel Despard and Lou Seth are the immortal three, and in our degeneration they have been standing firm around the Senior banner and trying to rally the class. May we soon retract our wayward course, and instead of creeping in after IO.3O, may be tucked safely in our little beds when the 0. D. takes up inspection. P t When we returned last September the fellows said it took several days to shake off some kind of a feeling concerning moonlight nights. Iasked Lamo-tte about it and he said it must be sleepiness, and I wondered what a fool I was not to have thought of that before. Ahalt joined our class about this time, and, much to our surprise, put up with Billy Ward and Scrubby. This formed rather an unholy combination, which has brought Scrubby', into much prominence these last few months. Christmas holidays went by all too soon, and again I sought our sage Lamotte as to what manner of devil affected our classmates. VV e consumed much tobacco, electricity and valuable time on the subject, and at last, in an unguarded moment, my colleague said he guessed they must be in love. Thus went the year with its mixture of joys and sorrows and hopes and misgivings. And now we are thinking of june dances, and exams., and girls from down home, and where will all our money come from. But in the midst of all these confusing thoughts there remains one that has ever been clear to our minds, one in which doubt has no resting place, and that one will be fulfilled when on the night of the Alumni banquet we will all rise and drain our cups in one last, long, lingering drink to the class of Nineteen-two. RICHARD BENNETT SPENCER. 57

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