Washington College - Pegasus Yearbook (Chestertown, MD)

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The next day being Siindav we decided to remain at the hutel, l)iit ghineing at a pajser, we saw where The Great Evangelist wonld preach in Philadelphia. Let ' s go ! said Etick. So we went to hear him, and it was Johnny Knotts. We went to him after service and congratulated him. When he saw ns he dropped his clerical dignity, winked his eye and led ns into a small room. There he pulled out a bottle of the rale old shtuff, as he termed it, and invited us to drink. We drank to his success and left him, giving sjiiritual comfort to a group of old women. Etick proposed that we take the train down and see the College. Accord- ingly we got aboard, and after having secured our parlor-car seats we made ourselves comfortable. The conductor, an old grey-headed man with several stripes, came down the aisle and pimched our tickets. It was his impressive way of talking that made us take a second look at him. It was Gibson. We shook hands, but he seemed to be in a hurry and went on. When we got on the Chestertown Accommodation, the same old jerkwater as in our college days, we ambled .slowly on toward our destination. Finally we reached a little station called Massey. Here, standing with the other loafers, was Maddox. It was unmistakably Maddox, for all the weeks ' growth of beard and seedy clothes. We got out and spoke to him. He took a rusty nail, which served as a toothpick, from his mouth and began his tale of woe. He ended up with the tragic whisper, Say, got any tobacco ? We each gave him a box of cigarettes and hopped aboard the train. Ar- riving at Chestertown we immediately proceeded to my home for the night. Everybody seemed glad to see us, as of course they should, and after spending the evening relating our experiences, we turned in. The next morning we went over to see the College. There were several new buildings, but Smith Hall was still the recitation hall. In the corridor coming out of D r. Sanborn ' s room we met Miss Clough. She did not seem to be so light-hearted as in years gone by, and she had aged considerably. She did not seem especially glad to see us, but in the course of the conversation we found out that she was studying for her Ph. D. in Philos- ophy. We left her and went over to lunch. [Here the narrati ' e ends, on account of the imfortunate death of Mr. Cain, who was run over by an automobile.]

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The Class of 1911 .Motto : LT ' iiion fait Ui Force Colors: Purple and Gold Yell: Purple and Gold! Purple and Gold! These are the colors we ' ll uphold! Are we in it? Well, we giiess — Eleven, Eleven. Yes! Yes! Y ' es! OFFICERS CALVIN TAYLOR RYAX President HAX ' AH ELIZABETH SNOUGRASS Vice-Pkesidekt BEKXAiXIN ALVIN JOHNSON Recording Secretary ' WILLIAM GALEN VANSANT Corresponding Secretary LUCY GWYN BEANHAM Treasurer ABRAHAM CLAUDE GRIFFIN Historian J. ROY BADEN CARL N. BORDLEY LUCY G. BRANHAJI ROLAND H. CREW CLASS ROLL W. URIE CROSS A. CLAUDE GRIFFIN IIARLAND W. HUSTf)N BENJAMIN A. JOHNSON W. GALEN VANSANT JAMES L. MADDEN CALVIN T. RYAN HENRY H. SASSCER, 3d H. ELIZABETH SNODGRASS