University of Vermont - Ariel Yearbook (Burlington, VT)

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'IIn Illbemoriam -.-.. Robert Meech Walker of the Class of Ninety-Seven Q Died July 221101, 1896

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3tmior Ebitorial View the whole scene, with critic judgement scan, And then deny hiiu merit if you can. Where he falls short, 'tis natui-e's fault alone, Where he succeeds. the merit's all his own. The most prominent characteristic which has marked the whole course of the class of '98 is her modesty. And it is with this characteristic modesty that your scribe stands hesitating on the threshold of an editorial upon his own class. To- tell it all would take too long. To say but little would do injustice to the subject. As is usually the case with any Freshman class, the greater number of obsta- cles during our infancy came under the one comprehensive head-Sophomore. But our friends had told us that we might well expect almost anything in the line of freshness from the class of '97, and so for a time we paid little heed to their harmless pranks. But the day came when we said it mzzsz' stop. We were in Perkis old recitation room on the second floor, when they came pounding up the stairs. At the door they hesitated. They had tried us long. Woulcl we stand much more? Then up spake Hyde in his heroic might, Down with the door I Let the scrap be unconfrnedlu and down it went. But before our gallant hero of' ,Q7 could collect his scattered wits he was flying through space-down, down that long flight of stairs. And where were his brave followers, those mighty men of '97 F Gone, gone, some leaping headlong down the stairs, others diving wildly through the chapel doors. It was our first, our last, our only scrap with ,Q7. Even when it came time for our Freshman Banquet and we had set the time and place, we frankly told them of our plans. How well we remember that afternoon, as we stood waiting for the boat to start, we saw a lone and humble Soph come down the dock. It was their president, Felton, and he had come all the way from the mill to tell us he hoped we would have a very pleasant time and a nice, dry, feed. As we entered upon our second year, unlike many classes, we profited by our past experience, and decided to do away with those fresh Sophomoric tricks and live in peace and quiet with the new found babes. But they with their unerring stupidity misunderstood, and began to say to one another, They are afraid of us ! Verily let us howl and yell and be exceeding fresh V' and so they were. Ere long even '97 beganrto nod her head and say Qthough wronglyb Nay, nay, even we were not so fresh as that H. For a long time we endured it, but, at last, once 29