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

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28 THE 1912 REVEILLE Senior Private W. S. Grace Easton, Md. Civil Engineering. Caesar had his Brutus, Charles II his Cromwell, and hy heck I have my Doc Tolly. Vice President Senior Class; Manager May Ball, ' 11; Assistant Manager baseball, ' 11; Sergeant Junior Year, Secretary New Mercer Literary Society, ' 11; Member Students ' Con- ference Committee, ' 11; Manager Baseball, ' 12; Secretary Athletic Association, ' 12; Chairman Student Assembly, ' 12. Bill, alias Frog, the alway present uncalled-for factor, is one of the small raw products of the Eastern Shore. Yet he never tries to conceal the fact of his habitation, especially if the sub- ject under discussion is a pile of oyster shells or musk-rat skins. Bill is the big cheese when it comes to intelligent looks, acquired by persistent posing before the looking glass. To show his high degree of intelli- gence in the business line, Bill organ- ized a corporation of which he made himself President. This organization under his leadersh ip will undertake all sorts of Engineering Problems, but its main efforts will be put in Engi- neering Love Affairs. Special rates will be given to Major Kemp, E. Z. Martz, and members of the Senior Class. As a joker Bill has the whole Class beaten a country mile. You might be able to conquer his wit but you will never be able to tame it. If you want to find Bill in a crowd, drawling his grossly-worthless, affected phrases, look for his pipe. As sheriff of the high perch of the New Barracks he holds full sway with his rat brigade. Wie gehts, Cy Perkins! I deputize thee to fix my bed. As soon as E. Z. Martz makes his appearance he is saluted with the following, Speaking of cheese, Martz, how do you feel? Immediately poor Martz is forced to retreat at the onslaught of the well organized rat brigade.

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MARYLAND AGRICULTURAL COLLEGE 27 Senior Private Walter A. Furst Baltimore, Md. Electrical Engineering i e is a good Electrical man, but of Calculus he knows nichts. Junior Year, Chairman May Ball Floor Committee; Sergeant. Senior Year, Chairman Floor Committee Rossbourp; Club; M. A. A. in football. This saintly visage here exposed to view is the exclusive property of Walter A. Furst, known to all of us as F uzzy. Such a perfect example of contentment one rarely sees, notwithstanding the fact that his troubles are not few. W. A. F. has grown very popular with the Profs since he entered these grim walls, and his popularity is still gro ' wing. Doc Tolly says, Men may come and men may go, but Calculus conditions stay on forever. One of his greatest accomplishments and the pride of his heart is his walk, which to the casual observer is a most perfect imitation of an intoxicated duck. Fuzzy likes it, and we almost believe admires it, so for that and vari- ous other reasons we endure it. Did you say Art? Believe me this specimen is right there on the art stuff. Such an artist in fact, that his signa- ture is an exact duplicate of Harrison- Christy. Even Myron has begun to realize that he moves in a world different from us human beings, and has gone so far as to allow him, on a number of occasions, to use his pet lathe. A deep baritone voice, which is the closet human approximation to a dying calf, still another of his proud accomphshments; and his classmates are unanimous in their opinion, that if he lives long enough, and a sufficiently great change takes place in his vocal chords, it is just possible that some day he may be able to attract Caruso ' s attention (by disturbing the peace). After considering the kind offer of the B. O. Railroad to supply him with the necessary appliances to become an electrical engineer, he decided upon the course in that science; hence the infliction of Fuzzy upon us as a freshman in the fall of nineteen hundred and nine.

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MARYLAND AGRICULTURAL COLLEGE 29 Lieutenant Hugh C. Gill, Company B Baltimore, Md. Biological e looks innocent, but beware, still water flows deep. Splash! Splash! Hark! Listen! And out of the impenetrable depths of Paint Branch comes the faint speck of light to us. All amazed we proceed through the darkness to investigate this particular Maid o ' the Mist. Silence. A voice is heard to utter, Goll-durned dat frog, I ' ll git him yet, I must have him or else Prof. C will credit me with a juicy zip tomorrow. We venture a little closer, and to our astonishment l)ehold our friend Gill standing in four feet of water and strug- gling with a huge bull-frog. The battle rages and the water surges to and fro, but at last he lands his victim safe on shore. Alas, the day is won and we are just ready to congratulate him — when we are aroused from our dreams bj ' the first call for reveille. In physics Gill was a walking en- cyclopedia. He spent much of his time during the first year in investi- gating physical phenomena. In view of this fact. Professor Creese, each day played upon his knowledge of physics like a perpetual dynamo. As a social man he stands in the very heights of society. It is a known fact, how- ever, that it was not until his Senior year that he could have the courage to ask eine Frau out to a Rossburg. He loves the dance, but oh my, the preliminaries. Being very sedate he is necessarily admired greatly by the fair ones. Much time is spent when he is preparing for the ballroom, for each hair on his head must lie at its proper angle and the brass buttons on his evening dress shine like jewels. Never mind, Gill; keep it up, for neatness and pleasing countenances will be sure to win you a charming companion to help make life a flowery vale when we have departed, one from another.