University of Maine - Prism Yearbook (Orono, ME)

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QC EPni Alll refacp FOR twenty-two years The Prism has been issued and an attempt has been made to make each succeeding issue better than the last. That has been our endeavor this year, and we hope that the statistics set forth and the events chron- icled herein may be of value to our fellow-classmates and old grads. who may look within its covers. For Our Band at the Border we are indebted to Harold N. Currier and Schuyler C. Page, both of whom kept diaries from which all the information was obtained. Much thanks is due the last year ' s Prism Board for the help they have given. For the many snap-shots in the feature section, thanks is due to the boys in the band who were so willing to offer what they had. To the others who have in any way helped the cause along we give thanks for their services. As a suggestion for the next year ' s Board it would be well to get all camera artists going early, that pictures may not be lacking. There should be more enthusiasm among them in order to make the book as lively as possible. For the valuable help given by the following members of the Class of 1919, we wish to recommend them to their class- mates for the next year ' s Prism Board. Jar ifJiittir-tit-QIMcf SAMUEL WILSON COLLINS CLIFFORD ANDREWS OHNEMUS IRVING RAYMOND DONOVAN NEWELL WYMAN EMERY CECIL CLAYTON SWEATT EDMUND CAPRON MELCHER ROBERT DUNNING CHELLIS Jfiir Bnainrss iflaimiur OSCAR LIVERMORE WHALEN JOHN ELMER GOODWIN LAWRENCE EARLE MERROW

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Pn5nriA (Hj A StiiiiniT iif the Hear Campus, Orotic), Me., Feb. I, 1917. Dear Al :— A dinky little calciidav iipnii the corner of iny desk kccp.s shouting Feb. ist at me, and Fm reminded that you left us just a year ago tonight, and that I made you a promise at that time. You ' ve probably forgotten, but I haven ' t, for some reason or other, perhajis because the bunch around here won ' t let me forget. The argument ran like this, I believe. On Feb. ist, 1917, I should write a letter to you giving you an inkling as to how the old Col has been run a whole year without either your services or advice. Having roomed with me three semesters you doubtless know that I keep a diary. But I solemnly promise to set down here only the most general survey of the year ' s campus activities, leaving to you, who knew Maine long before I did, to glimpse the minor e ents, guess at names, and read between the lines. The semester started off like a comic supplement with the beginning of the interclass basketball free for all. It was sure funny, Al, to see such old vets as Purington, Ike Webber and Tim ' ' Bonney, in their nondescript uniforms, the leavings of four tough years, slammed all over the gym by the w-ildest bunch of basketshooters ever assembled under Freshman colors. But we had hardly done laughing at this little diversion when the Campus came out with the sad story of the loss of the state relay championship at the B. A. A. meet. Maine won her trial race in two and three-fifths seconds better time than did Bowdoin. It looked like a cinch, but just then Charlie Ziegler pulled a tendon and Maine was out of the finals. Yes, it was tough, but you know there h;.s been another B. A. A. meet since then. Friday night, Feb. 11, the M club held its annual poverty ball, and say, Al, it was rich. Why, for several days preceding the event. Bowery clothes sold at Fifth Avenue prices, and when the fatal hour arrived, the crowd of beaux that trooped into Alumni HalU would have made Coxey ' s Army look like a million- aire convention at Atlantic City. Along about this time Mike called a student chapel to discuss track prospects. It was a thriller, The best band in the state played, — oh how it played! Mc- Cusker said Fight ' em until we could all feel George Kirke ' s funny feeling running up and down our spines. The fact is, Al, we were still a little sore over the outcome of the B. A. A. meet. As the i8th of February approached the atmosphere became charged with apprehension — the Sophs were prejiaring for their Hop — the Freshies for their Banquet. Absolute secrecy surrounded the whole aiTair, but somewhere there was a leak ' ' and about 11.30 P. M. Feb. 17, a half dozen wooly Sophs swooped down and made away with nearly all the Freshman orators. . n hour later the Freshmen retaliated and Mark Crockett, the Sophomore tloor director, was whisked away to parts unknown. So matters stood until high noon of the iSth when a faithful scout bv the name of Hussey galloped out of the bush to report to the TM ' eshman class meet-