University of Massachusetts Amherst - Index Yearbook (Amherst, MA)

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Class History N MANY respects the career of a class in college, strikingly resembles the course of a human life. First of all, there is the same period of infancy. Everything is new and strange and the untried future stretches before, dim and dark and uncertain. Then comes the season of youth, and with it the days of pranks and scrapes and general recklessness. Then a brief time of early manhood, let us say, when the first taste of power comes and the first sense of any real responsibility is felt. And finally, the rapidly flitting moments of mature age, marked by a full participation in all activities, then by a gradual withdrawal from them, till nothing is left but to look back over the past and forward to the days when, with a short and sudden flash of prominence, there comes the end. Through all the vicissitudes of the several periods save the last, the class of 1902 has struggled, and just as the curtain rises on the final scenes, we sub- mit to the Index for the last time, our history. As we look back over the long period in which the class has been together, we can now see the picture clearly, freed as it is from the distortion hitherto produced by too short a perspective. Before the faint but uncolored rays which time casts over the scenes, events once thought to be of mountainous importance, are now completely forgot- ten; others little regarded at the time, now stand out in bold relief. In short, for the first time we get a correct vision of our past career. Of the early days we need say little. The story has already been told, and at a time when the sufferings and hardships of the Freshman ' s lot were much more vividly impressed upon our minds. Entering as we did, the first class to be protected by a solicitous Faculty from the hazer ' s clutches, we have yet much to remember. Not soon will we forget the blustering braggadocio, of Parmie and Crowell; the frequent encounters with Naughty-one, the happ} ' moments spent in the mathematical room, not to speak of the instructive hours of Agriculture, all cherished memories. With our Sophomore year, in- creased burdens came upon us; they were not neglected. Here again it is needless to spend time. Our adventures at Belchertown and within the por- tals of the Chemical Department are not unknown to men; nor will our un- checked athletic victories be soon forgotten. 27

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Senior Class 1902 Class Yell. Boom-a-racker! Boom-a-racker! Sis-boom-bah ! Naughty-two! Naughty-two! Rah! Rah! Rah!. Class Colors. Maroon and Black. Class Officers. IvEANDER ChaPIN Ci.AFLIN, Thorne Martin Carpenter, Henry Look Bodfish, Herbert Amasa Paul, Howard L,awton Knight, . Charles Milton Kinney, . John Martin Dellea, President. Vice President. Secretary and Treasurer. Class Captain. . Historian. Sergeant-al-ariHs. . Basket-ball Caplain

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Of the events of the Junior year, more might be said. The opening term may be summed up in two words — Index and Ph ' sics. Between our Scylla and Char3 ' bdis we might well have been crushed forever. Somehow, however, we got out the one, and got out of the other, and thenceforth went our wa} ' rejoicing. The winter term witnessed the bloodless battle of the Rise, Decline and Fall of Bloxam. Aside from this, there was little of interest. It is true that Claflin with a view of enlivening things a bit, did write an oration on Lazi- ness is Loneliness, but the English Department suspected a lack of know- ledge of the subject and the class had to worry along without the benefit of his words of wisdom. Spring came at last and with it after a huge amount of work and worry, the long-talked of Chemical Trip to the pulp and paper mills of Mt. Tom and Holyoke and the brewery at Springfield, followed in the evening by a rousing- banquet tendered to us by the Freshman class. Many were the slanderous statements circulated among the student body after our return; in proof of their total falsity, we need only say that the last man out of the brewery was D. Nelson West. Landscape gardening also occupied much of our leisure time. Few scenes in all history could be more impressive than a ' iew of old Naughty-Two, obediently trotting along in the footsteps of their beloved in- structor as he flitted from tree to tree, and singing as they went: Follow, fol- low, we will follow Sammy. in rude and rythmic chorus. The effect was sim- ply sublime and the learning acquired something tremendous. It is true that Rannie did make rather a bad break once in citing as an e ' ergreen, Pyrus malus — the weeping apple. It ma} ' have been too that some few others acquired more skill in such gymnastic exercises as vaulting out a conveniently placed window than they did in the art of home decoration, but after all, these are but mere incidents, absolutely incomparable with the surpassing- value of the exercise. When summer came, we left five or six men as a squad to look after things while we were gone, and the most of us cleared out till fall. When we came back, we found everything in pretty fair condition, though our sentinels seemed to have watched over the treasure up around the plant house a little better than they did over anything else. Claf. performed one of the miracles of the age by staying around and working hard all summer, and what was more, Kinney pretty nearl} ' duplicated the performance. Cook had an eye to business and started to run in opposition to Bodfish with a weather bureau, all his own; it is not yet known whether he will make a success of it or not. And Carpenter, they say, tore around so fast that his trail got all mixed up so that we find it next to impossible to say where he hadn ' t been. The opening of the fall semester found all of us back and one more. As