University of Maine - Prism Yearbook (Orono, ME)

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were something more than mere form. All of these things were of much use to us and helped us out of many difficult places. So a year passed and we were “Sophs; many of us came back early that year, partly to look out for Freshman and partly to be here at the early session. It was during this year that The Hornet made its appearance, and with this on one side and Prex on the other there was not a great deal heard from us in the way of hazing. Of course we had the parade and the usual scraps of which the Peanut and Ivy night scraps were the fiercest that have ever taken place on the Campus, and it is need- less to say that in both of these 1903 was always on top at the finish. As Sophomores we had the first Sophomore Hop, got out the first Sophomore calendar, taught Siff to speak English, and learned to melt ice for “Jimmie. Many of our class decided that they were not cut out for engineers and so changed their courses to the hard Scientific or Left handed, prefering rather to cast their lots with “Allie and “Prex Fernald than with “Grinnie and “Bab. Fred Collins and Dorticos began to go to Bangor once a week, Conner changed churches, Douglass raised a mustache, and Coffin began to smoke. Thus another year had passed, and when we met again we were Juniors; but there were many of our members who, struggling under the influences of fxeiv had thought it better to stay out at least one year as they had had pretty good jobs offered them. This year we met the smiling faces of “Grinnie, “Allie and “Johnnie, and assumed the dignity of upper classmen while most of our time was spent in trying to start scraps between the two lower classes in which in one or two cases we were successful. But every class has its misfortune and we had ours in a very peculiar way. “Freak Freeman came back to college and as no other class would have him, we had to take him and to use a slang expression, the class has “never been the same since.” It is with regret that we have to state here a few facts that we can’t very well omit as some of the class would feel slighted. Fred and “Dorty” went to Bangor almost every night, Conner still stuck to Old Town although he seemed a little discontented, “Bill Cole had 26

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Senior. .. ... History IT was in September '99 that we first made our appearance on the campus, and that very night we proved to those around us that we had come to stay, and from that moment we began to make a history that has extended over parts of two centuries. How well we all remember that night when we first gave three times three for 1903; how with “Park” Merryficld at our head we rushed the Sophomores all over the yard, and how the Juniors patted us on the back until our heads swelled a great deal above their normal size. The “night shirt parade” that year was considered by all to be a great success, but for this we alone are responsible, for if we hadn’t been there, there probably would not have been any parade. Although the upper classmen said we were the freshest class they had ever seen, this did not bother us and we continued to win all scraps that came our way. Late in the fall “Proxy,” thinking that the Sophomores were getting a little the worst of it, told us if we didn’t mend our ways he would have to send some of them home out of harm’s way and so, being good natured, we did as he said; there was no more hazing and we did as we liked the rest of the year. Even Everett, Smith, and Rogers had girls. “Brad” wet “Marm” Spearen and Conner began to go to Old Town to church. By June we had learned from the upper classmen and by ex- perience, that “Janie” had an eagle eye for “cribbers;” to laugh at “Honey’s” jokes (?) meant ninety in the finals; and that notifications

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been with every girl in Orono and bad begun over again. Si Small fell in love, and poor Crabtree slept right through the whole year. Now we are Seniors and many of us feel the importance of our position. Although the Senior year is generally considered by every- body to be a snap, yet the afternoons in the drawing room and labora- tory seem pretty long, and even Ernest Porter and Chandler swear under their breath and quit work the minute “Boardy steps out for a minute. “Rod'’ Mullancy can juggle rivets. Midge Dyer is so dis- gusted with it all that he will only shave once a week, and “Muldoon” and Hartford are working for a position on the faculty. We have all had our troubles and now Conner is having his. He changed churches again and now he can change girls without even knowing it. Our college course is nearly completed and in a few more weeks we will have received (?) our sheepskins and be turned out into the cold, cold world. But where ever we go and what ever we do may we always love and respect old Maine “as we do now.” 27