University of Maine - Prism Yearbook (Orono, ME)

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figuratively died. As we were responsible we undertook the funeral. One night we made a coffin and put into it what we supposed to be the remains, but afterward found that it came from behind the barn. We always wonder why the Sophs felt insulted. They felt so bad that they really did come out for a scrap. Of course we did them up in the end, but proceed- ings were materially checked for a time by “ Cuskie ” Farnham running amuck with an iron-bound bucket to the demoralization of Eddie Conie’s hat and part of his nose. This was about the last of our excitement until the Sophomore banquet. That night we swiped “ Bill Nye,” the toast-master. Weren’t the Sophs wild ? They actually got up courage to wet Nig Swett in bed. This was the last exciting episode until after the long vacation and our return as Sophomores. Didn’t the Freshmen look green, though? And haven’t they lived up to their looks well ? Didn’t they keep awful quiet about the base-ball game, and didn’t they crow when they tied us at foot- ball, and that same day registered a vow never to play another class foot- ball game, but to let their honors rest on that one game? But then, such shallow honors last quick and we don’t care now, for we have long since ceased to hope for another dig at them. And now as we recall these little incidents we can say that we were true Sophomores. We respected the College customs and followed them. We did nothing to hurt our College, but everything in our power for the good of the Freshies. Our labors in this direction were not appreciated, so at the beginning of our Junior year we transferred our fatherly interests to the new class. But we soon found that they could take care of themselves, and now all our energy is expended for the good of our class and the College. In fact, every meritorious cause has found its most active workers in ’98, and we look with pride on our past record, for it shows clearly that our class has been the factor which has enabled this institution to expand so that now it is worthy of being called “ The University of Maine.” 28

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JUNIOR HISTORY. SOMEHOW when a Junior lays back in an easy-chair, his feet mixed in with a lot of books and ink bottles on the table, he is sure to smile behind those clouds of tobacco smoke at some memory of the past two years so quickly flown. Perhaps he will regret that he cannot live them over again, perhaps dread that the Faculty will make him live one of them over again. He will surely think of the day that we first “ struck the campus ” and lined up for military drill. “ Military Drill!” How sweet it sounded to him then with his ideas of glory and fame How hard he tried last fall to get into the signal corps, unless he happened to be one of the chosen few to wear the stripes and chevrons. He recalls that long line of bright faces the first day, the same line of disgusted ones the next. How tired we were when we came in from drill, how much more so when we had scraped that diamond, and how many of us learned to swear the same day. Things ran pretty smoothly for us after that, especially the water, as smooth in fact as the road to Stillwater, and that ought to have been quite smooth if the reports about “Spike,” “ Teddie,” “ Hig,” and “ Joe ” were true. Some of the Freshmen thought that the water ran too smoothly, and so proceeded to make it rough for the Sophs. They say that “ Bosuns’ job at bucket-smashing kept a doctor and a cooper busy for a week ; also, that more Sophomores than Freshmen got wet the night that we took the hose away from ’97. But these little things weren’t our only recreation. We won our class base-ball game by an unheard-of margin. We had a corking foot-ball team, and as a matter of course beat the Sophs 10—o. This last was a fatal blow to poor old ’97, and they passed out of sight, 27

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QUONDAM mECnBERS OF ’98 Henry G. Adams, . . . Ralph S. Anderson, . Albro L. Burnell, . . Edward Coney, . . . Harry E. Day, . . . . William E. Decellr, . Fred W. Dickerson, . Charles T. Eldridge, Fred A. Emerson, . . Edgar J. Emery, . . . William R. Files, . . Herbert W. Flint, . . Walter Herald, . . . H. Lewis Jose, . . . . Herbert 0. Libby, . . Homer A. Marks, . . W. Douglass Moulton, Edwin E. Nowlan, . . William C. Smith, . . Arthur H. Taylor, . John F. Thomas, . . . Fred C. Tucker, . . . Albert F. Warner, . Lee M. Watson, . . . Jabez York............ Cumberland. Yarmouth. V' oodfords. Bangor. Gorham. Portland. Belfast. Foxcroft. Winthrop, Mass. Hampden. West Gorham. Belfast. Calais. Dexter. East Rochester, N. H. W oodfords. Wales. Lowell, Mass. Grav. J Machias. Brownville. Lubec. Ansonia, Conn. Boston, Mass. Bangor. Deceased.