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

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MARYLAND AGRICULTURAL COLLEGE 19 Westminster, Md. Lieutenant William B. Hull Sophomore Year, Corporal; Junior Year, Sergeant. Bill ' Act I, scene i, railroad station, Westminster; Time, Fall of 1908. Goodbye, Willie ; So long. Bill ; Take care of yonrself, William; ' Write soon, Billy. As these remarks were being firecl at the Honorable W. B. by sad maid- ens, the morning train, only one hour and forty-three minutes late, was slowly pulling out of the station. Yes — that tanned youth sitting in the rear seat and so absorbed in the paper is our friend. But watch ! The cause of interest in the paper ap- proaches and taps him on the shoulder. Fares, please ! Of course. Bill is slightly startled, but produces a ticket at last. Bill is u]) to tricks so soon. Well, I should say Bill is some ladies ' man by the looks of the vari- ous special deliveries, phone messages and letters received by him. The regularity of certain epistles from Westminster and elsewhere is aston- ishing, as well as perplexing, on ac- count of the various postmarks on them. Bill, besides being some fusser, often endeavors to perplex his fellow classmates with such questions as this: Why do ' SO few of us get out of this world alive, etc. Like the great ( ? ) T. R., Bill is quite progressive and follows his example even to the extent of writing a French-English vocabulary condensed both in spelling and meaning. For example, wee wee — you and me. Bill ' s latest idea is to go into the Philippine Constabulary; his only objection being that he cannot get mar- ried until be becomes a Captain. There is a fine chance for advancement in that service, owing to the fact that so many officers are killed annually. Some inducement (?) to be an officer. Here ' s to Bill, so good and true, etc. ; may he have all success and ad- vancement possible. An appropriate verse: Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die.

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18 THE 1913 REVEILLE Lieutenant Ralph Scott Healy, Company A New York, N. Y. Electrical Engineering Sergeant, Junior Year; President, Engineering Society; Class Prophet; Humorous Editor Reveille; Senior Year. Pink ' Wotcher t ' ink dis is, eh? Such may be heard issuing from the physiog. of our esteemed Pink. Pink ! Oh, yes, I forgot to state that our friend with the military bearing and Napoleonic figure — yes, it ' s Na- poleonic, but hard to notice — has a growth of wonderful pink locks. He hates to be joked, however, about that black spot a la Silver Threads Among the Gold. Pink intends to join the army ; in fact, he has been hanging around the Fort for these four years, and — oh, what ' s the use? In his rat year someone described him as the fellow with the you-be-damned atti- tude. Let us not be convinced that such is the case. Its only this atti- tude upon special and rare occasions, such as having tent pegs pulled out from under one ' s tent, etc. R. S. H., while with us here, has gained quite a rep. as a wit — to wit : How many of youse are up there? Three. Well, half of youse come down. Some call this wit. Oh, what crimes are committed in thy name? Pink ' s one great stunt is argumentation. Ask Nitz. Why Burke, Pitt and Webster had nothing on him. Such great questions as How far is Hyatts- ville from College Park? and Why is (Tommy ' s cape? have been held down with Ciceronian skill. Pink, by the w,ay, is an Electrical Engineer. Ain ' t he classy? And what ' s more, he intends copping that medal. Nothing to it, old boy. But what is all this flurry and commotion about? Why, it ' s only Pink rushing through his exams, so that the 11.30 from Washington to Broadway will be honored with his presence. When it comes to catching trains. Pink takes the belt. Here ' s looking at you, Pink, old boy. May success ever greet you in life as it has done at dear old M. A. C.

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20 THE 1913 REVEILLE Cadet Major Hugh S. Koehler Blairsville, Penn. Animal Husbandry Vice-President Class; Fresliman Year. Corporal; Secretary-Treasurer, Rifle Club; Sophomore Year. Secretary, Class; Vice-President, Rifle Club; Assistant Manager Baseball Team; Junior Year. President, Rifle Club; President, Student Assembly; Manager, Baseball Team: Treasurer, Rossbourg Club, Senior Year. Pop. Now, fellows, it amounts to this, etc. Do you get that cocksure, easy delivery? Sure you do. This speci- men of a Mellin ' s Food baby can be no other than Pop. Yes, we call him Pop, and why do you ask? Just take one glance at that noble brow with its bumps of knowledge and scarcity of cillious growth. Pop it is, .and Pop it ever shall be. Amen. Are you ready, M. A. C. ? Come on now, fellows, and say, just glue your lamps on that personification of the Beef Trtist. The way he wades through that line is a shame. Pop has held down every office from deck- hand to major, and can hold down either with equal skill and dexterity. Not content to rest on his laurels, as an athlete, he is Gwynn to ttirn out to be a modern Beau Brummel. By the way. Pop is some student. (Ask Nitz.) Professor Rufifner sug- gested that a Ph. D. be offered him for his knowledge of the computing of rations. In Commy ' s office — Where is the Cadet Major? He is studying for his exams., sir. W ' hat right has he to study for exams.? !!! ????? (Soft music.) Such little scraps of friendly inquiries may be heard issuing forth from Commy ' s office any time between retreat and broad daylight. Yes, Koehler is a military man ; even his highness, der Commandant, thinks so, and that is what can be called some boast. One good point about Pop is that you can ' t get his goat — he knows too much about them — butt, etc.. etc. Pop has been with us for years, and by his con- stant square dealing and honest endeavor, he has endeared himself to the hearts of all who know him, and we unite in wishing him success and happiness in his life ' s work.