Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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21 the following poem occurred, by the “ Spenserian” poet of ’81, the band playing a dirge after each stanza. ERA OB GUDE EEELIN. I. Dis yere am de era ob gude feelin, Peace reign in de land. Nowhere can’t be found no double dealin; Musick by de band. III. De Juniors lub de Middlers, Grip by de hand. Look out dar now, you fiddlers ! Musick by de band. IV. Dem matematics we hab stood, Dem we jus kin stand. Tell me, duz dey do us any good? Musick by de band. VII. Dis yere am de era of gude feelin, Brudders, jine de hand; While from ten tousand brazen troats is peelin Musick by de band.

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“ ERA OF GOOD FEELING.” UR middle year was near its close, and the groups of excited Juniors seen everywhere around the “ Tech.” showed too plainly to our vigi¬ lant classmates, that the annual cremation of Chau- venet was near at hand. We were intending to treat them as the class of ’80 would have been pleased to have treated us, a year before, had they had the moral and physical courage necessary for the success of their plans. But we were disappointed; for long before that eventful eve arrived, the Juniors cordially invited us to accompany them as a body-guard. Thus was the “Era of Good Feeling” inaugurated. For the © © first time in the history of the Institute, the Mid- dlers and Juniors met as friends at the sepulchre of Chauvenet. Both classes were out in full numbers, led by the Worcester (Tech.) Brass Band, and followed by the usual crowd of “ Oregonians,” among whom a Senior might here and there be seen, looking rather blue at the prospect of “ no class row.” After the procession had reached its destination on Johnson’s Hill, the Juniors took charge of their cre¬ mation, and the Middlers defended the lemonade from the too rapacious spectators from “Oregon,” and the members of ’80. In the order of exercises

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GARFIELD GUARDS. JPjURING the Fall of 1880 the question which ✓V 1 excited nearly every one was : “ Who shall be our next President ?” This interested the school-boy as well as others, and it was not surprising that, before the nomination had been made, papers were circulated through the school to find out its choice for President. The result of this ballot was pleas¬ ingly similar to the results at Chicago ; Grant and Blaine being the favorites. We did not, however, dream of Garfield’s nomination. But no sooner had his nomination been made than it was heartily en¬ dorsed by the school, and they decided that instead of getting up a burlesque on Hancock, that they would turn out solid for Garfield. Accordingly a company was formed, Mr. Chas. Mann was chosen Captain, and uniforms were discussed. Our captain belonged to the Garfield and Arthur Battalion, and so we were invited by him to join, as his company. We did so, fifty men strong, which was not very agreeable news for the other companies as they did not wish to march with a lot of green school boys. On hearing we had adopted a uniform, they imme¬ diately decided to adopt a different one for the whole battalion, hoping in this way to shut us out; but we quietly conformed to their desires, and set about making transparencies. As soon as they got wind