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

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E6 A 1 fi ? f . M I have no doubt at all the Devil grins, As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my literary sins- . The other kind don 't matter. Service. This retrospect would undoubtedly have escaped a poetical forethought had the writer abstained from examining the efforts of his predecessors. In doing so, however, he discovered that almost without exception previous writers of class histories have seen fit either to depend on Alec Pope for a symmetrical couplet with which to head his page, or to invoke that Masked Marvel, Mistress Muse, in the hopes of receiving a carload of inspiration, S. O. S. The latter alternative was discarded immediately, the writer refraining from depending on the aliatory element to get him anywhere since listening to Keller's famous lecture about the cat and the billiard ball 5 but due to his firm conviction that tradition should never be ignored completely, he did prefix a little 'tpotry to his efforts for convention's sake. Now to hash over the trials and tribulations of our noble Class during the last year of its sojourn in the pungent atmosphere of Longley's and Byers Hall Grill. Let us, for the moment, abandon convention and refrain from the customary description of the Freshman Rush, replete with glowing accounts of the costumes worn, the red fire, and the rest of the bunk. Needless to say our rush had all that and more too, seeing that Count Creelman was on hand with his reliable police force to quell all disturbances. Kositzky, as usual, held up his reputation as Terror of the Townies. It was pretty hard for us at first to realize that a few fieeting summer months had transformed us from overbearing Juniors

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26 HISTORY OF 1916 S. purchase the several tons of ink required in Writing down the full account of our sins. We were a very naughty Class-but youth must have his fling. The following year-as grave old Seniors-We would find ample time to repent our folly. But not all were bad. 'Some of us were merely musical. Wil- cox made the Glee Club, While Bradley, Decker, Dickey, Shay and VanSantvoord furnished the soul or motive force Qdepend- ing on the view-pointb of as many university mandolins. Fur- thermore, these same fine gentlemen plus C. Wickersham echoed the Voice of Sheff on the Banjo Club. This is not to be taken literally. They were too Wise to sing. There remains only those given over to Literature. As usual, seven men-elected in April-Were entrusted with the responsi- bility of Sheff's only publication, one of Whom, Jimmie Lysle, had shown his cosmopolitan nature by joining the Record as Well. Jim Oreelman also was a Record man Capologieslj and he sported a Sheff Monthly charm as Well. One may not think his face funny but that his pen is possessed of keen humor is evidenced throughout this book-the history preceding this serving as a fair example. One thing more :-It Was rumored that a Sheff man published an article in the Lit, but the matter was quickly hushed up. JAMES H. COGHILL. l- . w r -21

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UNIVERSITY FOOTBALL TEAM, 1915 UNIVERSITY TRACK TEAM '