Temple University - Templar Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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failure by the energetic efforts of his neighbors. The well-cultivated art of bluffing was brought to a high pitch of perfection here. The honors lay between Miller and Wolf. Wolf was the more daring, but Miller was the more artistic. Wolf’s bluffs were like his parsings, often ridiculous, but Miller gave the impression of stores of hidden wisdom which he could at any time unfold. Dr. McIntyre would have had to combine his literary ability with detective skill equal to that of Sherlock Holmes to have distinguished between Miller's information and Miller's apparent information. We are certain that the Doctor did not know how much chess was played in his class, since most all the tournament games were played there without interference, but as this is a day of specialization, we cannot expect ‘‘fessor’’ to become an amateur detective, as he is already the golfiac, theologian, literature professor and lecturer. Latin was a study in which some of our classmates delighted, and which others took for other reasons than pleasure. Professor Lee was our teacher, and none was more fitted than he for the place. He reminded us of an ancient, stoic philosopher; his very appearance seemed in keeping with the languages he taught. Tall and spare of figure, lean of face, with an expression of imperturbable gravity, it was difficult indeed to disturb the calm serenity of those stoical features, yet one incident occurred which proved that it was not impossible. Stone, whose brilliancy as a translator in any language from Chinese to Hog Latin is well known, was telling in his usual animated way of the mistake of An-drogeous at the fall of Troy, but when it appeared that An- 21

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row of chairs in the room. The whispering was done by Miss Xyce and Miss Doby, who sat there. Hence the name. Persons who suffered from an overdevelopment of the sense of humor had a hard time here sometimes. Harold Hilts lacked the gravity to read the “Vicar of Wakefield,” and by his chuckles disturbed Mr. Stone and other sleeping members of the class. Stone needed the rest badly. Wolf's parsing was another feature. I give an example: Sentence: “The bad boy never studies.” Professor to Wolf: “What is the subject?” Wolf to Professor: “Bad.” Professor to Wolf: “What is the predicate?” Wolf to Professor: “Boy.” Sensendefer, during the intervals of his dramatic fever, slumbered softly, only murmuring critical remarks about last night’s performance. “Sensy” had it very badly, and, combining it with his literary aspirations, rendered him hopelessly incurable. Our president, Woods, became so enthusiastic over Homer that he read like a tragedian of the emotional type, quite forgetting “the love of McGinnis” or any other of his Irish expletives. Certainly Homer is woi thy of anything, but it seemed strange to hear Woods declaiming so vigorously, regardless of the class. During the latter part of the year Wolf, the dear child of the class, became so forgetful of his surroundings, and for some reason was so reminded of the nursery that he fell sound asleep, so soundly that it required the efforts of both class and teacher to rouse him. Mr. Cheesman, of Jersey, also was induced to drowse, probably by the comfort of the chair, and was oftentimes saved from 20

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drogeous was appalled at the same time that he stopped his voice with his foot, it was too much even for our stern professor. it was then that his face lost its accustomed dignity, that his jaw dropped, his lips parted and that he broke into a hearty peal of laughter. How Androgeous accomplished this remarkable feat Stone is still endeavoring to explain to us. Caesar and Cicero we, of course, enjoyed, but Virgil was particularly liked (in some cases disliked). Truly Virgilas, in the words of our translations, he crossed the dolorous Stygian Hood, stopped his ears in the blessed abode of Hades, must have wondered how he ‘attained such immortality through his writings if they impressed the world as they seemed to impress us, must have wondered as he reposed in the regions of the blessed. As we sonorously chanted the rolling cadences of Virgil’s inimitable hexameters one could with difficulty realize that he were not in the streets of Rome itself. We were all good at scanning, but at that Miss Miller surpassed all the others. Ye gods and little fishes! what wild emotions swelled in our breasts as she scanned. Her face was tragic. Her voice had all the agonized pathos of a fair heroine, whom the villain (Prof, see) was tormenting with cruel and ceaseless questioning, and it was always with a sigh of relief that we observed that Miss Miller had finished her reading without any disastrous consequence. These are examples of the daily happenings of one of the most long-suffering classes of the school whose anxious faces were seen everv morning second period at the door of P 5. 22