University of Maryland College Park - Terrapin / Reveille Yearbook (College Park, MD)

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Charles CaTOR FurnisS, Captain Company B Crisfield, Md. Civil Engineering. On Baseball Team ' 09,- ' 10,- ' ll. 2nd Sergt. Co. A and treas. of his class Junior year. Vice-Pres. Athletic Association. Member of Student Conference Committee. Athletic Editor Reveille and Shield Bearer. Did you hear that boy laugh. — Browning. The glory of a firm capacious mind. — Pope. HE SCENE was in Crisfield, Md., some I nineteen or twenty years ago. The mists U cleared. The fog horns ceased and great steamers sailed by in majestic silence. The children on the streets quit yelling, and people talked in hushed tones. All nature seemed to hold its breath. Suddenly a strange sound pealed forth, such as never before fell upon the ears of man. It continued half an hour. Charles Cator Purniss was introducing himself to the world. He has been making similar noises spasmodically ever since, and the older he grows the more pro- longed are the spasms. For want of a better , name we call it a laugh, though he is often seized with a spell when every one around is as ' solemn as a judge, and was once taken with one j while the preacher was saying, Ashes to ashes jt and dust to dust. ( Purniss has forged his way through the con- ventional routine of scholastic training with re- markable rapidity and success. Graduating from Crisfield High School in ' 08, with high honors, and an ambition to become a learned mathema- tician, he soon decided to clear for M. A. C. Armed with his High School dip and Went- - . -- — ' ' worth ' s Trig, and log tables, and proudly flying the flag of the Eastern Sho ' in every word and act, he bore down upon us on Sept. 15th, and was promptly classed as a Sophomore. Por awhile Charlie suffered from love sickness for the girl he left behind, but was soon cured of the malady and became a loyal M. A. Ceasar. On Saturday nights Pop and Devil are often seen strolling down the path for a large evening in town. These gaieties on one occasion awakened the aesthetic nature of the former to such an extent that upon returning to college he preferred to sleep in the sweet perfume of a flower bed than upon his accustomed couch. Say Wife, what ' s the lesson in hydraulics? No sooner told the forgotten assign- ment than Purniss. the student is lost to all else but his lessons. A brief period of intense concentration is all that is required, however, and his books have long been closed and Pop is in slumberland while his classmates are still vaguely groping around in a labyrinth of mathematical formulae. Pop has been a necessary adjunct to the baseball team for the past three years. As an example of his prestige as an athletic hero on the team ' s return from a recent victory, he was borne home from Riverdale in a chariot drawn by admiring school- mates. As a military man the Captain of B Company is a shining star. His company has merited the banner in target practice this year, and Pop says he sure is going to win the sword. We wish him good luck. We have no fear that he will have a most successful and happy life, brightened by the love of some other Crisfield Dearie. 25

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Charles Raymond Drach Sam ' s Creek, Md. Mechanical Engineering. A glass is good, and a lass is good, And a pipe to smoke in cold weather; The world is good, and the people are good And we ' re all good together — O ' Keefe. Laugh and grow fat — Taylor. N n - C) HURRY, gentlemen, no hurry. Take your seats. Have a smoke! Golly day! Did you see that article in yesterday ' s ' Sun, ' about that split between the Dem- ' •■, ocratic leaders? Goodness Gracious! Why, I J never saw such rotten politics. If you ' ll take my word, the next election is going to bring some l sweeping changes in this state! And Raymond, jolly Dutchman that he is, in all his portly dignity is settled comfortably in his arm chair, heels on ' ■, the table, cigar in his hand, beneficently beaming with soft brown eyes upon his ever welcome vis- itors, prepared to entertain them as long as they may wish to stay. , C. Raymond Drach (often corrupted into Drake or Drack) made his entree into human so- ' ciety in 1889. He has had a number of homes, but for the last six years has had his home at Sam ' s Creek, Frederick County, on the border of Carroll. After capping his public school educa- tion with a year at New Windsor College, he de- cided to become a mechanical engineer and ma- triculated at M. A. C. Upon entering college our industrious Ray- mond joined the retinue of Johnny Green, and finding service at his court profitab ' e from the standpoint of exercise and recreation as well as of remuneration, he has continued in faithful service to the numerous potentates of M. A. C. culinary affairs, rising higher each year in esteem and rank until for the past two years he has been Commander-in-Chief of the commissary department, and right nobly has he ruled his wayward yeomen. Raymond has succeeded in making the military department keep hands off for this year, having donned his much despised uniform but twice in the whole year. Commy has not agreed with him entirely as to his drilling ability, however, and they have ex- changed many heart-to-heart confidences regarding the same. Had he been aware of the sweet naps that Raymond enjoyed during chapel exercises, and his frequent busi- ness excursions to town, he would probably have coaxed still more strenuously to make the erring one see things as they ought to be seen. As a scholar, Raymond is due a prize as a writer of forceful themes, and he excels as a mechanical draftsman, though in Deutsch he and Boohoo seldom agree as to the proper translation, nor did he fall deeply in love with foundry work. In social affairs, our gentle Raymond seldom fails to charm the maiden ' s hearts, and we believe that he will soon be a rising young mechanical engineer in Philadelphia, with a fair Frederick county damsel for his Frau. 24

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David Wilson Glass, First Lieutenant Company C. Civil Engineering. Baltimore, Md. Corporal, Sec. Y. M. C. A., and on the football team Sophomore year. Sergeant, Asso- ciate Business Manager of Triangle, and class orator in Junior year. Pres. Y. M. C. A., Associate Editor of Reveille, and Manager of June Ball in Senior year. He is a strong man who can hold his own opinion. — Emerson. And when a lady ' s in the case you know all other things give place. — Gay. As fine a gentleman as was ever my fortune to meet. 4f % OD UP, there! Get on the job! Don ' t be so slow. Whoa-up, steady! Just a moment while I transit this instrument -just a moment! Plumb the rod. Good — clamp her. Let ' s have the reading, now. Quickly, let ' s have the reading! Gee, but this wind cuts like a porcupine on the wing. Fine day for surveying, though. Gentlemen — fine day. Yes, we all know that D. W. is running the tran- sit today, for if he were not we would not even know that it was being run, or see who was run- ning it; for most likely we would be made aware that the recorders task was of such paramount importance in this problem that we would be un- able to see beyond the field book of Mr. Glass — skillful abacist and lightning calculator. About, Face! Forward, Ho! Get step there, men, One, Two, Three, Four, One, Two, — and all is quiet in the line of file closers, for Lieut. Glass is thundering forth the cadence with such martial vehemence that the waiter ' s gabbering is but dumb show and the hitherto roaring dish washer a noiseless instrument. V js ' Go get ' em boys! Play ball! That ' s the stuff. -- - — - — Hold ' em, Maryland! Carry ' em down the field. Back off the side lines men. Three rahs for M. A. C. Yes! That solidly built, round faced, rapid action being with a keen gray eye, who is wearing his cap above a Teddy-bear head is cheering for the same team upon which he played in his first years at College. Lo, it is gala night. The light of the ballroom chandeliers is reflected by the bril- liant uniforms of the usual coterie of M. A. C. gallants, and gently caresses the unsur- passed beauty of a galaxy of M. A. C. girls. As the orchestra strikes up the strains of the Cubanola Glide Mr. Glass, a model of graceful, magnetic vivacity, leads his Queen upon the floor. Other couples follow suit. The dance is on. Let joy be un- confined. David Wilson is in his glory now. ' Tis Sunday evening, and the Y. M. C. A. meeting is in progress. Pres. Glass is in the midst of an earnest appeal to his attentive audience for purity of life and high ideals. He points out the character of Robert E. Lee, as among men, a model, and mentions that saddest day of the Southern Confederacy, upon the twenty anniver- sary of which, David Wilson Glass was recognized as a terrestial entity. The record of Glass at M. A. C. has been excellent and we believe he will contin- ually grow more prominent as a factor for the uplifting of the human race — in Baltimore. 26