Washington College - Pegasus Yearbook (Chestertown, MD)

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Prophecy of the Class of 1910 I HAD been oiit of this country since the week after I graduated from col- lege, being a foreign agent for Henizerling Eros., banking establishment. I had left the London office in such shape that I thought I could come back to America for a while and see how things looked, for although I have been abroad for nearly fifteen years I have always considered myself an American. I stej ped out from Broadstreet Station in Philadelphia and proceeded xvp to The Walton. I registered, and stood for a moment looking over the register. A familiar signature caught my eye — Edw. C. Crouch, Alaska. That was queer ; however, I went up to see him. I found that he had been doing a big job of engineering up there and, like myself, had come down to see what the country looked like. We talked and smoked for a while and then w ent down to dinner. That done we went for a stroll. Going down Broadway we saw a rather portly and flashily dressed man get out of an automobile and stand for a moment looking in our direction. There was something familiar about him in spite of the bald head and portly dimensions. In a moment Etiek and I both yelled Peejee ! Then he recognized us. Hullo, boys. Glad to see you. Then followed some small talk, after which b - said, Come in and see my establishment. It ' s just around the block. We followed him into a sort of marble palace. Above the doorway was inscribed: J. P. Johnson — Stock Broker. Once inside we saw a maze of green tables, roulette wheels, and excited men and women. That sign is just to get around the law and make the police have an easy conscience, said Peejee. At one table we saw Johnny Hessey looking wild, excited and, truth to tell, rather seedy. He didn ' t look very changed. Johnny is an awfully good sucker, said Peejee with a chuckle. Want to play ? We declined after sizing up our chances and, as Peejee seemed occupied with a rather florid-looking lady, took occasion to leave. We returned to the hotel, and going through the lobby encountered Leo Brown, who had just finished lunch. He was looking rather grey, but other- wise was the same old Leo of 1910. After a hearty greeting we sat down

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and to the college. We cliil imt do jnrselves justice, liut remcinbei- that this was the first attempt in this line cjf wni ' k. and look to our follciwcrs to make u|i that in which we were deficient. This hriniis ns n|) to oiiv Senior year, the most difficult at collcfic. At our first class meeting L. 1{. Langsdale was elected president. We set to worlv with the determination and the ])ei-se ' ei ' ance which are sure to win, ami which are so characteristic of our class. We ha ' e maintained throughout this year a greater degree of efficiency in athletiis than (■ cr hefore. I have Ik ard some say — ami 1 fully agree with them — that this is the most congenial, most ln ' otlierly-like, most intimate class that oui ' Alma .Mater has fostered and nnrtnre(l. lLisT )i;i.v. . 10.

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and began to cbat. We asked what lie was doing. He began to laugh and asked if we had heard almiir if. About whatr we (iuerie(l. About the Ruskin Bright Wai ' reii P.ankruptcy Case, he replied. I ' m the state ' s attorney in this village and (-(jurt convenes at three o ' clock. After a little thought, lie (•(lut iuncd, ' ■Rnskin must have talien it hard, for he sneaked away and all trace (if him was lost. But old sleuth Massey located him all right, jieeling tomatoes with the other Bohics in Langsdale ' s cannery. Then we asked hciw Langsdale was getting along. Oh, pretty well. lie ' s (piit di ' iidviug, and married. Married Recda Stoops, and they seemed tn be lia iiig a luckydncky time of it when 1 saw them last. But I tmderstand the a]i]ib ' nf liscerd entered at the same time as the kid. Eeeda wanted him named Rnskin. and C ' orty insisted u]hih Anheuser Busch. It ' s live years old now and as yet has no name. ' We gave our regards to Airs. Rrown (a former belle of C ' bi ' stertown ) and then went out to see the fimtl game (jf the world championshi|) series between the Athletics and Pittsburg. We got a good seat and in looking over the Athletics ' onttield. saw a spidery-looking object in center fi (d l. A high fly was knocked to him, wbi(di be gathered in, gracefully throwing the rnnner out at home. We heard the grandstand shouting Jumji! Jump! ' Phcn we knew it was the Kid. In the ninth iiniiiig. with two out. the bases empty, aH l the score 2 to .3 in the Athletics ' fa iir, the Pittsburg second-baseman drove ii bard ground- ball intij center: it went straight tlirongb .lump ' s legs. A groan went np from the bleachers, for it lookeil g 1 for a b..me run. But the Kid sjirinted. got the ball and lined it to the catidier. who nabbeil tbi ' runner in the nick of time. It was a beautiful throw and the fans neai ' ly went crazy. After supjier we went out to the theatre. It -svas a vaudeville show. A man in a grotesque evening suit came out and began to sing. I ])idee-i-dee- i-da! and then he forgot the rest. We were in a box near the stage, and when the singer hesitated I involuntarily gave him the cue. Xot until afterwards did I realize that it was -lim Turner singing, and thai T bad been so used to prompting him in the (Ib ' c ( ' lidi at college, that it had become a soi-t of a second nature with me. The andidice tbongbt it was part .d ' the show and a])plan(led wildly. A pool- comeilian was ne.xt, who tried in vain to amuse the audience by making himself ridiculous. Etick nii(lge(l me. ' ■That looks like Soc. And so it was ! He was hissed off the stage. 29