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

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20 THE 1912 REVEILLE Lieutenant Fulton W. Allen, Company C Salisbury, Md. Horticultural This, gentlemen, is the skull of a nine- year-old mvle. This dismal landscape is our prize from the Senate Chamber. Yep, he is argumentation personified. Of late he has become quite an exponent of the ' ' I think, and the It seems to me, theories; which same theories if left to develop themselves, bid fair to make him a most successful ward- heeler or a stump-politician. Fulton has become quite famous in his athletic accomplishments. Any eve- ning one might find him in the gym doing some of his various acrobatic stunts, what ain ' t. He can walk on his hands and stand on his head much better than upon his feet ; in fact we be- lieve this inverted position to be the cause of the incoherent line of talk which usually comes to us upside down. As for his music? Well, Allen is more or less of a shining light in har- mony ' s realm. That ragtime violin which he so ardently grinds is the joy of our hearts. He can get more squeaks, grunts and groans out of that box, than any other being in existence. We will forgive Fulton everything however, if he will only take ye old fiddle with him when he makes his getaway in June. Like all great artists his weakness is along the petticoat-line. In three guesses we wager you couldn ' t strike it right. You lose ! It ' s neither the tall and willowy, nor the medium. Nay, nay, Pauline. It ' s the plump damsel who gets him every time. He ' s not satisfied with a rag a bone and a hank of hair, but he wants ' em fleshy too. In fact we almost believe that the greater the avoirdupois the greater his love. But beware old scout, for it is said that, The female of this species is more deadly than the male. (Excuse me, Kipling.)

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MARYLAND AGRICULTURAL COLLEGE 19

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MARYLAND AGRICULTURAL COLLEGE 21 Lieutenant Franklin E. Anderson, Company B Childs, Md. Agronomy Methi7iks I am marvelous hairy about the face. Sophomore Year, Corporal; Vice President of Y. M. C. A. Junior Year, Sergeant. Senior Year, President of Morrill Literary Society; Senior Class Editor of Triangle; Class Prophet. Bang! Bang! Doggone it. I ' ll wager, that ' s those fellows dinnping rats. I don ' t think I ought to allow that. Do you? Well I ' ll stop it any- way. At first the uncovered pedal of a mighty colossus appears. Then, as it were to fiu ' ther our thoughts of this an- cient personage, we see the many folds of his white tunic. But hist! Was ist? The man does not belie the foot. Colossus? No. A mere man comes forth, tip-toeing, noiseless as his silent- shod, red-skin brother, until, yes until he has found the ever-awaiting splin- ter. Anderson the sleuth is prowling! Lo, who is this we see hobbling doA n the steps of Science Hall, with an ear of corn in one hand and a bunch of cow- peas in the other. A miniature Grass- hopper, of course. Upon approaching a little closer we again meet Anderson, yes Anderson who has just returned from Chicago. But oh that walk. ' ' What a queer walk? Hush! Silence! Speak not thus, if you have any respect for your face and adjoining anatomy. For this is a man of miracles and does mar- velous things ; and you will agree with me when I relate to you the cause of his present condition. While in Chicago, judging a herd of Jerseys, one of them stepped on his toe, at which he became exceedingly angry and exclaimed, ' ' Oh, sugar cowie! Now get off my toe. And the story is told that the judges dropped as if dead, all of Chicago was shocked, and even the poor dumb cows in the arena trembled with fear. While in this chaos our team captured the cup and started direct for M. A. C. at such a terrific speed that no speedometer could record it.