Yale University - Sheffield Scientific School Yearbook (New Haven, CT)

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20 HISTORY OF 1916 S. The attempt was amazingly successful. The dozen Freshmen at once found themselves at the head of three thousand wild-eyed students, ready for any brand of violence, providing it was violent enough. The question arose of what to do with them. Desperate plans were suggested, as marching in one door of the Hoff, and out the other. Eventually, the ring leaders, as the only method of turning off the current they had induced, marched the college about the campus with ferocious cries of Salute, you l-! ! salute! until they dropt from sheer exhaustion. Sic transit! In this dispatch we call attention to the signal services of color sergeant Williamson, fife virtuoso Nicholson, and the heroic drummer boy, W. Decker-who, however, deserted on perceiving who was leading the procession. The year is almost at an end. Rufe Scott has won his well- deserved place on the News board, Schaffer, Bill Easton, and Art Milburn are gamboling upon the diamond, Ooachman and Preston make tracks upon the track, and Fletcher forces the well-known welkin to ring with raucous cries of, Oh, the bishop! , his rather remarkable line in the campus play. We clean up successively in baseball, and crew. Word comes that Will Chappell, and Jim Ooghill have made the Shay? Monthly. Modesty forbids the writer to mention the Record election at this time. It grows hotter. One week of ghastly tests, and then-VACATION! ! I Freshman year is over forever for all of us. We may hush up the Junior, and boast of the Senior year. But that first nine months at Yale will be looked back on with something between a laugh and a sigh. We came as children, and went as men. It is a far cry to that distant time. But the orthodox beginning of a college anecdote still remains, lt was, said lie, smiling reminiscently, in my Freshman year- J. A. OREELMAN.

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p FRESHMAN YEAR 19 the season by printing one of their stock senior-with-top covers from the spring cover drawer. But the dailies! No placid pictures of mush-faced couples, but large red headlines of f'War In Mexico assailed our eyes. Even the News went so far as to install a news service-incongruous as this may seem-while the Cow talked of sending a correspondent to the front. Public opinion flared up like one of Jacob's flashlights. People who thought Mexico was a dance involuntarily cursed the name of Huerta, and the debating team smashed three hundred board feet of table tops arguing about it. Some talked of a Yale Cavalry troop, and a few hardy souls hired a herd of discarded brewery wagon chargers, tied their feet underneath, and demoralized the pedestrians between here and East Rock. But the real call to arms came a week later. A big P-rade was held by certain restless souls, and encouraged by far-sighted News heelers. This demonstration was, in a way, official, and ended by speeches from Taft and President Hadley, and loud cheers from all spectators, as in the Congressional Record. The next night the idea was improved on by the High- wall volunteers, who, headed by a fife and drum corps-all solo- ists-marched to arouse Academic from their soulless inertia. if---i ff :::-gr,:' ' at Qai- . r

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.... H. 76 VO? .. E ' 1 I , ' ff ,envy ? fi 'sf' Y 1, N wr f-E Z i'wUHlnr4mfJ My ll! THEM hm ' ' F' 4 S MW W ff Our Academic brothers exhaust the full period of two years in their gradual evolution from round-eyed Freshmen--wonder ing what is going to happen next-to sedate Seniors, undis- turbed in their grave dignity-yet, withal, a trifle subdued by the unaccustomed weight of great learning. But here in Shelf, this same metamorphosis is accomplished between September and June of Junior year. So Kultur loses out in the race with Scientific Efficiency. Indeed, so much ground Was covered Junior year that the Historian can touch upon only the high places, deeming it wiser to tax the reader's imagination rather than his immunity to boredom. On the night of October 3rd, the three classes marched out Prospect Street with a little music and much noise. It was there that Willy Wilson took a fall out of the 1917 men, altho Bradley lost the light-weight match, establishinga precedent which our heavy-weight, Wheeler, was forced to follow. This gave the victory to the Freshmen, who-greatly encouraged by our far-sighted generosity-commenced to feel that they were indeed part of Yale. It is a long, weary journey from the Port of Entry to Diplomatown, and for the next month, or so, our time was well CD occupied by paying homage to the great God Curriculum. Yet no less than six of us,-Betts, Easton, Scovil, Sheldon, Walden, and White-represented the college in at least one of the Big Games last fall, thus win- ning their Y 5 and the six probably would have been raised to seven had not Dick Kent-recently transferred from Stevens-been declared ineligible for that reason. VVith a record of six victories-one for each Sheff player--and but a single defeat-at the hands of Washington and Jefferson-