St Johns College - Yearbook (Annapolis, 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

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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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Tom being a very polite little man, always used to conduct. his cousin, another Annapolis boy, called Dug Howard, up to the Halls of Learning. Dug and Tom never felt so happy as when they could bring up a large box of home-made cara- mels for their friends. They usually had more friends than caramels. Dug and Tom were general traders of good sense,' and both had a pull with the fair ones of the City of Anne. It seems to be a painful duty to interrupt these awakened memories by recording that very recently our good friend Dug has left us to prepare for the entrance examinations to the Naval Academy. .We have lost a bright scholar., a fine athlete and at general good fellow. VV'e voice the sentiment of the whole school in wishing for him a happy and useful career in Uncle Sam's Navy. Leaflets of 'Freshman history again unroll themselves and the finger of merit is pointing to a name which has come to be honored amongst tis-Wilson Gal- breath. I remember how one day we wasted two hours and ten cents worthj of firecrackers in trying to awaken him from one of his regular naps. He is always napping. And although he never has allowed the Profs. to catch him, he did get caught once by the police of Annapolis. Garey, the man who has been sweet sixteen? for ten years, was looked upon as the one Freshman who was sure of social success. Upon his handsome face were evident marks of future greatness, and a convenient age. We'were all becoming well acquainted and fairly well satisfied with ourselves, when in- the second term we were startled by the sudden appearance of Patrick Dougherty, a native of Paris, who sprung up in our midst like a meadow mushroom on a spring night. Dots was immediately applied to his name, but at his request we changed it to the uncommon Irish title, Pat He was soon followed by another specimen of Baltimoreis greasers, Mr. Fritzy Seward, who came sliding through space on one of Heinz's pickles. This finished our Pandora Box for the first year, Gott- siedanktf' ' -In the course of nature and luck, in spite of mathematics, we became Sophomores. Knobs of importance fast developed upon our heads, for proud were the first few weeks of our novel position as leaders of that Awful', Organization, known to Freshmen as the G. G. H. They say pride goeth before a fall, and in seeming realization of this fact the Freshmen behaved themselves so well that we had to suspend hostilities indefinitely. VVe soon hadffo Substitute Civiliiitv for enmityg gradually this civility grew into a strong liking, and today the classes of '04 and '03 are closely joined in the ties of lasting friendship. But like all other Sophomore classes, we did not have all our Freshmen classmates with us to share our new responsibilities and experiences. Weiliave missed them greatly, At the opening of our Sophomore year, however, several sons of Maryland resolved to 64