St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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9 , . History of ,Junior Class I I .af I LASSES are said to have histories, and when a fellowreflects upon his class history so many memories of past accomplishments flood in upon his confused thoughts that he feels inclined to trust to memory for the enjoyment of his' class history and its merits. I-Ie selfishly says : I know we have a history, and a glorious history at that, a history that is fraught with happy incidents, a history that is filled with pleasing accomplishments, a history formed by the labors and the follies ,of some of the men whom I have found to be my dearest friends. But why should I writethis history? Is it not engraved upon the heart of every man in my class? Wliat change of life, what vicissitude of the future can ever efface the memory of my college days ? But this sentiment is a mistaken one. When a body of men gather in a college like this for the purpose of training their young lives and minds for the slings and ,arrows of outrageous fortune, they form a sort of fraternity, and during a four years' course they do many things worthy of publication for reference in the years to come. i I I I f All parts of Maryland have contributed men for the formation of the present junior class. From the rocky passes of Washington county down through the fertile and beauteous valleys of Central Maryland, on to the indescribable et invis- ible beauties of the crab districts of the Eastern Shore, have these high-minded youths assembled together in harmony under the guardian swayyof this College of the Patriots. At our first meeting we were all most assuredly green, but as time wore on, the rough edge wore off, and at the close of the first year we began to realize how little we knew. I p - ' U ' I ' How well I remember this band of hayseeds smuggled from the high seas about Salisbury, Boonsboro, Rosaryville, Easton, North East, Darlington, Alpha, and other points not on the map. Some smelled of clover, some of tar, some of oyster shells, some of mountain laurel 3 and one smelled of cheap cologne, profusely applied. At the close of the freshman year we all smelled of the mid- night oil. But now we have become used to college, and are averse to studying atall. ' A ' ' g ' I Lest we stray, permit mentor revert to the, days ,when we-were young in the ways of college life. As I had the honorofrelating in last year's Rats Tat 'we were unusually noisy. Une night we 'carried -things our own way on the fourth H . , , 7 ' ' OOT, and before morning the upper classmen carried things their way-and we couldn't sit down for two weeksj I was afraid 'to 'say anything about this last year, 62 '

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unior Class, 1903 J, . Motto-P11064 orwrov COLORS4ROYAL PURPLE AND LEMON. A Class Yell Me he! Me ha! Me ha, ha, ha! St. John's College! Rah! Rah! Rah! Me he! Me ha! Me ha, ha, he! St. John's! St. John's! 19o3! Officers Wh XVILSON GALBREATH .. .... President LEROY T. ROHRER .... . . Vicei-Pvfesident NEVOUS P. REED . . .. .... ' Sec1'eta1'y D. CLAUDE HANDY .' . , . . . T1'easm'e1r' VVALTON H. GRANT . V '. . . . Members Drew H. Beatty CSlewfootJ . . North East, John L. Blecker CJudgeJ . . . Boonsboro, James Clark CPale Facej . . Ellicott City, Fred Y. Cronk QCrankJ . V. . . Winiield, Charles A- Cummins QSO . Baltimore, Harry R. Dougherty CPatj . . . Baltimore, Rily E. Elgen QDutchyJ .... . Mt. Airy, W. Wilson Galbreath CGrandmaj . Darlington, Enoch B. Garey CTalmageD . . . Williston, Walton H. Grant QGeneralJ . . . Alpha, Thomas W. Hall CTomJ .... . . Bel Alf, D. Claude Handy CTomJ .... . AnnaD0l1S, Charles P. Hollingsworth CChollyJ . . Falstoli, Nevous P. Reed CNee-wyj .... . Rosaryville, LeRoy T. Rohrer CRough-House Jimj . . Rohrersvllli Frederick W. Seward QUnser EritzJ . - B21lUmOfC S Harrison Tilghlmln CB2lbY BipD 0 ' ' Easton . Salisbury, Amos W, Woodcoclc CSanctimonyD . - Joseph H. Wood C1330 - - - ' ' 61 . Annapolis H istorian Md- Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md. Md.

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knowing that there was much' danger of lowering our dignity as the leaders of the G. Q. H. Besides, Sophomores like to keep such things a secret. We never had a classmeeting that didn't end in a fight. At that time everything we did as ia body turned out to be a f1zzle. COur class colors, for instancej But, now we always say that this was on account of the poor example set by the class above us. - It is ,amusing to think over the first impressions of our classmates. I well remember little Amos Woodcock in his knee breeches when for the first time he crawled up to Tommy's desk. . If ever therewas a sad picture of homesicknessand insignificance he impersonated it. Little did we think that in him lay the qualities of mind and character that have made him such an honorto our class. His Fresh- man roommate, Bip Tilghman, 'was also a child in years, a baby in size and an infant in manners. Many a night have I been compelled to put to sleep these two children with the soft, sweet strains of my trained voice. Next Slew-foot Beatty came, dragging his big feet up the College walk. Wlieii he had safely housed his ponderous and momentous steppers he immediately began to bone lessons, hidling captiously behind his matchless groundworks, so that we saw him only at the table. By the way, he was punctual at meals. I can still see how the plastered locks of hair, so' inappropriately concealed from view that recognized mark of intelligence, which Si Cummins has possessed from birth-his high forehead. He was the only Freshman who spent his time, his money and his artistictaste upon- the walls of his room, and then wrote long letters about it to every female he knew. He has nourished these traits of character, and in this particular he is still the whole thing in a nutshellf' Then there was theonce awkward and clumsy John Blecker, who surely struck our fancy as being a very handsome youth. But time works many changes. This odd person has lived throughout his whole course upon theluxury of his imagined ambition, but through his bad taste for study he has come to misfortune in more than one exam. ' Despite susbequent failures and mistakes, how pleasant it is to talk of these days of our irst meeting! How fanciful and incomplete these records are! But how much more forcible than the treacherous chronicles of the memory! Doesn't it pay to write a history? Are not these boyish foibles, which in after years will have a charm for us? Then let us continue further in our dream of the past. I None of us are any longer certain as to whether '2Neewy Reed was regarded asa Brownie or a Pigmy, but time has developed that he is the Missing Link. There was Pat Wood, born and raised on Market street, Annapolis, and though he had been in the Prep. school for seventeen years, he was a new acquaintance to the majority of our class. He impressed us' as -Annapolitans only can. And there was another little tot from this ancient city. Tom ,Handy was his name. 63