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

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THE ESCAPE

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TEN BEERS IN JAIL 471 FRATERNITY There is invariably something evil at the bottom of every secret organization. The fraternities at Yale are evil. They must be so. No one who has ever heard them sing could doubt it. C113 Yale fraternities have as their chief purpose, pleasure. Their members are always bent on pleasure. They march at night through the snow, they stand in the rain and sing, they pay dues. Could anything be more luxurious? C125 Among the members of a fraternity all things are common property. They like to have it this Way. Any fraternity man will tell you of his inexpressible joy on finding out that his roommate has departed taking his dress suit and overcoat With him.. If he had Wanted to use them himself he would have been only more happy. They also smoke each other's pipes, thus destroying indi- viduality. It is a Well-known fact that if you take a, strong suck of another man's pipe you are likely to acquire some of his individuality. Their custom of doing one another 's work, which is so com- mon among them, also destroys self-reliance. Each month one is deputized to do the French, one the German, etc. At the beginning of each term one of their number is selected who shall commit all the murders for the society during the ensuing term. This seems to be overdoing it. What can a man ever amount to who never even has to commit his own murders? C135 Alas! that youth should thus depart, Wasted in tintinabulating efflorescence. Wliy should I exercise my brain, Or what amounts to that In thinking thoughts such as I think? IfVhat boots it if I live or die? It will be seen that these questions, especially the latter are practically unanswerable. -ROBERT YVILLIAMS

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THAT PERSONAL STUFF tEvery Class Book Committee is advised to strive for the personal touch. We hope this will ill the purposej qi 5 ff Q 3 AM ' i kflsfc 6,2 f 'ffl 1 f Y , H 1 ze if ' l it is . We All llVF!f1,?fZN7rf,59i f 4 V-up W Ml - k-'ggi Ulf, X as will W .i s Wt f I l x itll. tl lil .- it I if :X likiiglixii-iwlkix lg? www - 'HI . , . A5 Q- i Wzgg- 7'1- rl. 2 A ' - lv la 14 ff , ' ' ,Q-.Jw-w 5'-- ' H' I was at Heub's With Al Bradley. God help nie, I have been straight since! But the fact cannot be denied that it started at Heub's when Bradley asked me to have a Rip Van Winkle. Cigarette? said I Warily, having already smoked one of that brand which he pilfers from Nicholson. t'Punch, said Al, and deftly mixed a bottle of Bourbon, a pail of I-I2So4, and some rat poison with a hogshead of rum. XVe drank. Immediately the scene took on the delirious aspect of a back drop at Poli 's. The last I heard was Allen 's voice. Nick and I always drink 'em, said he, VVaiter, seven more of the same. I woke from a horrid dream of being driven to Hades in D. Clarke 's car with Bourke at the wheel. It was the same old Heub's. The same old caberet-I use the word old advisedly- was announcing that they wanted to go back to some place from Which. presumably, they had been run out. But the bar was tended by a tall dark stranger' Whoin I instantly recognized,-my Af