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

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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

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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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Joseph William KiNGHORNE, First Lieutenant and Adjutant Baltimore, Md. Animal Husbandry. Corporal, Sophomore year; Color Sergeant, Junior Year; Member of Students ' Confer- ence Committtee; Chairman of Floor Committee, May Ball Organization; Director Agricultural Society; Chairman of Floor Committee, Rossbourg Club; Secretary of Students ' Conference Committee in 1911; Art Editor of Reveille. Wit is the flavor of imagination. — Livy. Blessed be Agriculture, if one does not have too much of it. I P IN THE mountain fastnesses of Western Jrl Maryland in April, 1890, there came into be- ,- ' ' ' ' , Mi ing Joseph William Kinghorne — a shock, a tremble, the mountains slid a few inches on their bases. Then Mother Nature saw that it was j well and Earth rolled on once more. And ' ' i Baldy rolled with it. Perhaps to this we may attribute that exceeding roundness and beautiful symmetry of form and feature which are so char- acteristic. ' Baldy ' s education and philosophy have been developed along somewhat similar lines. i Starting as the prize entry at a baby show where i he first learned to say Tiss me, Tid, Baldy mi- ; grated to Massachusetts and in the schools ol Boston, Tiss me Tid .was translated into Yankee, to the infinite peril of the little Puritan lassies ' most sacred precepts. |, Ere the lisping stage had passed, however, the charm of the South had reasserted itself and the public schools of Baltimore contributed the more substantial elements. Then at Maryland Institute, with a natural taste for art, he learned to give color, local and otherwise, to his origi- nal Tiss me, etc. But Baldy ' s itinerary was not yet complete. About this time, Mr. Liberty H. Bailey began preaching Back to Nature as the ideal of existence. ' Back to Nature. ' H ' m; That will be a short cut for me, says Baldy, and chose the route thru M. A. C. That was four years ago. Baldy is not yet all there, but we have hopes. Fate was kind to him from the start. His introduction to M. A. C. was via the hospital from which Baldy emerged to begin college life with a clean sheet — on the top of his head. The hospital records state that this was a necessary sanitary pre- caution, but we have always suspected that Baldy had it shaved in the belief that the interior was already so well developed that future mental impression would have to be chalked up on the outside. Baldy ' s long suit, however, is decorating. He can decorate anything from the Manual of the Saber to a ballroom. But it is when the funds of the Rossbourg Club run low and the eve of a dance is at hand, that Kinghorne is at his best. A group of the newest rats are commanded to shed — and a wealth of greenery is there to adorn the walls. Silvester, let us have your ' Memories of a Saturday Night, ' please, and immediately the soft enveloping rays of a moon pour forth from where you last saw a prosaic electric bulb. Then Joe sits down to the piano to add a little tone to the production, and lo! the transformation of our chapel is complete. Baldy contemplates a return to the farm. There or elsewhere success and hap- piness are for him the prophecy and the earnest wish of the Class of 1911. 27