University of North Carolina Chapel Hill - Yackety Yack Yearbook (Chapel Hill, NC)

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The His torian surely has no easy task who undertakes to write a History worthy of such a class. For the class of ' 92 had hardly set foot upon this classic ground, etc., before its members were hailed as the smartest, cheekiest, best-looking Freshmen ever seen since the flood. The entire order of things was overturned by this class, and before one month had passed we had beaten the Sophs, in the water-melon fight, formed a class organization, blacked the dreaded Sophomores themselves, and w ere even pre- paring to dictate to. the Faculty how the University should be conducted. However, before we had arrived at this stage of our development many trials and tribulations had confronted us, but owing to the fatherly protection of that Guardian Angel of the innocent Freshman, Prof W , w e passed safely over all dangers, the fiery ordeal of entrance exami- nations, the horrors of the midnight Blacking party, and zvhat-not. We were gallant Freshmen, bright, witty, irre- pressible, an honor to our parents and to the old North State. But we w ere not to continue Freshmen forever, and with the progress of our Republic, and with the advance of civilization, we too felt that we were expanding and grad- ually assuming the necessary qualities for a Sophomore. The last event, which marked the close of the time when we were considered among the lower orders of beings, shows that in us the elements were so mixed that Nature might stand and say to all the world, these were (Fresh)-men. The renowned Fresh. Strike of ' 89 has already become well known in the annals of the Universitv, and with it will ever be remembered the (Fresh)manly qualities which ' 92 exhibited on that occasion. Our first year at college over, we left the Hill with happy recollections and bosoms swelling with pride at the thought that when we returned we would be — not Fresh- men. 16

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Who looks mighty sweet, but cannot get there. X is the nook, near the rippling streams, Where Felix, for hours, of his Jew girl dreams. O is the order from an unseen land That Guyer, at last, must join a string-band. P is Pearsall, in an embrj ' O state, A politician both good and great. Q a quotation, ex pede Herculem, ' ' Hunter and others, by the feet know ye them. R is Rheni with cheek of brass. Also Robbins, dude of the class. Then comes poor Rollins, to him be kind. He yearns for the girl that he left behind. S is Simmons, the bright light from Hoyde, Also Skinner, whom Cupid destroyed. Next comes Sherrod with his smirk and grin Followed by Scales and his protruding chin. T is the time when, our names to see, We sought the catalogue eagerly. U is for Urquhart, the pretty one. Soon to peel herring in Lewiston. V is the voice of a maiden sweet Saying Hacker, dear, you can ' t be beat. W is Winborne, tall and thin, And Willcox with eyes turned in. W alser and Worth ; can any one say Why they came from their homes away ? X, V and X are the moments spent Bv ye poet on -e poem intent. And it came to pass that after the Battle had raged con- tinually for thirteen years, and the Great Alexander was all covered with Gore, such as flowed Ven-able was struck by Cain, and when happy Holmes and Hume-an lives were swept away like Toys from a Racket Store on Auc- tion Day, there appeared in the Campus of U. N. C. a class, distinguished for learning, noted for beauty, conspicuous for race, blessed bv Nature, favored bv the Gods, blacked by the Sophomores, and tenderly cared for by the Faculty. 15

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When ' 92 gathered on the Hill last September the first roll-call revealed the fact that of the sixty-five who had begun with us only thirty-seven had returned to continue the fight. The class is now composed of thirty-three men, and the following tables show why the Historian feels safe in prophesying success and fame for his class-mates, although now with Conies and Chemistry we can trulv say: I, 2, 3. 4. 5, 6, Ain ' t we in a h — 1 of a fix? Historian of ' 92. 17