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

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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

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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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Paul Revere Little, Prin. Mus. of Band. . . Horticulture. Funkstown, Md. Soph, year 2nd Corp. Co. C and 1st Corp. of Band. Junior year 1st Sgt. of Band. Bus. Mgr. Triangle ' lO- ' ll and Bus. Mgr. Reveille. Good goods come in ' Little ' packages. All the world loves a lover, except his rival. ' € AP! RAP! RAP! Say Duke open up. Come on, open up, I know you ' re in. No, I don ' t want anything to eat. Open up. After this gentle request for admittance Little opens up, which is usually accompanied by a, What do you want? Say Duke can you press this suit be Lore three o ' clock? I want to go to town. What the thunder man, I got three suits here now that I have to press yet and then I have a pressing engagement in town this evening my- self. And thus the troubles of the Duke of Funkstown continue. Paul Revere did not wish to interrupt the practical jokes and disappointments of all Fools ' Day, so at Hagerstown, Maryland, on the second day of April 1889, Paul made his debut into the world. Perhaps it would have been far more ap- propriate for him to have been born on the pre- ceeding day but then Two jokes is no joke. His education has been of an experimental nature. He first tried one school and then anoth- er in both Hagerstown and Funkstown, but finally after giving all the schools these two towns could furnish a fair and impartial trial, he entered M. ' ' feis ... - — = -.-- ' - - - A. C. in 1907. He was first seen coming up the cinder path with a flat iron and shaving cup in one hand, suit case in the other and razors pro- jecting from each pocket. This gentleman from Washington County has had a corner on love ever since he first saw a skirt. True love with him began on the Antietam and, alas, who knows where it will end. Most likely it will be another case of Ta — Da-Da-Da. But never-the-less every morning ' s mail brings a bit of encouragement, a sprinkle of inspiration and a Quaker Oats smile. Little ' s future is surrounded by mystery. He says that for at least two years he is going to teach; but this would be impossible if the center of his future vocation is more than twenty miles from — well, now whom do you suppose? For the Little man will surely chuck the job. Let us all hope however that within a few years we will find Paul located on a Washington County farm realizing those dreams that he used to picture during his bachelor days at M. A. C. 28