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

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UNIVERSITY FOOTBALL TEAM, 1915 UNIVERSITY TRACK TEAM '

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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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. SENIOR YEAR 29 into ''all-wool-and-a-yard-wide Seniors, but we were quick to perceive the demands of the situation and meet them to the best of our ability-though not all of us wore mustaches, nor did we go to class hatless and vestless during the winter months, as Seniors are supposed to do. The more serious destinies of the Class were entrusted to the Senior Council, composed of Earle Craig, Hec Dulaney, Count Creelman, Fred Gleason, Art Bunker, Ben Story, Bob DeVecchi, Wheelock Whitney, Carl Wiedemann, Buck Freeman, Eddie Bright, Art Lacey, Bill Ryan, Gil Johnson, Leo Sullivan, and Ralph Strickland. They governed well. In less than no time the big football games loomed large on the horizon, and Theda Bara miraculously vanished from eating joint conversation. O Temporal C Mores! Silence, if ever, is golden at this point, but let it not be said that the team did not fight valiantly. 1916 Sheff was ably represented among the HY7' men in the persons of Mal Scovil, Carl Wiedemann, Emil Jacques, Chub Sheldon, Carl White, Babe Walden, Jim Sheldon, Bill Savage and Jim Higginbotham. Even the New Haven Police fail to account for the disappear- ance of the time between the Harvard game and the Christmas holidays. One or two fleeting Saturday nights at Heub's, F a movie or two, and the time had come for us to throw away our soft collars and emerge into the outer world smooth-gliding, shiny parlor snakes, ready to charm the heart of the most blase Eve who dared to cross our path. Meanwhile some perfunctory elections were polled in Byers Hall. Earle Craig, Count deZaldo, Hec Dulaney and Rufe Scott were chosen to serve on the 1916 Prom Committee, and Rufe was again honored when it came time to elect a Class Secretary. The various Class Committees were also chosen and are listed elsewhere in this volume. Except to our most intimate friends the details of our indi- vidual vacation experiences are a mystery. But they tell one on Hod Wilcox which will serve as a model in the absence of more accurate information. You know Hod sings a pretty fair tenor on the Glee Club, and so happened to be in Pittsburgh in time for what follows. It seems he was dancing with one of the dames out there, when she threw a dark glance at him from her soot-bedimmed eyes and sourly inquired of him his Class. it Deceased,