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

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474 HISTORY OF 1916 S. glance penetrating his enormous black whiskers-as Buck Buchanan. ':TWenty years, you 've slept, said he with his Pebeco smile. c'Just like Bidwell's lectures. Didn't move you-nobody ever here since '16 graduated. Except me-like the atmosphere, you know- V ll . 2 .if gx y ' 1 ., I -Q K XXX Tim Wann iilll N N I! W lf S 'i t io x n 'W- ' , A' if-. Q gin, , 'il zzgi isl Q Ex J S1 fIlllI'fi:i55ii5m: Q. f. ,X 'I ,QQ ffKositzky got into a, fight with Willard- But K.K.K.? I broke in. Wilcox took it home with him. Besides, Stovall got married in 1917. And Lysle, the man of many charms,-president of the Water Trust. A Sheff graduate, too l But Savage, I cried, and Pattoniil' D Married seven times, and then moved to Utah. HScovil, and Kositzky'Z'7 I moaned.

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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

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THAT PERSONAL STUFF 475 Scovil was hung for swearing at the Czar of Russia. Kosit zky got into a fight With Willard, and is serving a term foi man-slaughter. ' ' I I was overcome. I sat down hard on one of the small tables thereby automatically stamping my person with the initials of a large part of my one-time Class. Buck came over, sympa x f X - 2 ffy E 2 7f LJ el Us X ew x 71 'il' y t i X 5 fi N 'll 7 lil ,,,,,,, ii '--' 'F' , , l ' yi .. -f 'ill ' 74' 'I 'lllhiflgdii fllh lah fi -tifii lv !7,?f W-'f X 5 fl T HPI' lx f f f we S I 1 . ,. LEE: K A Z - fx ,ff -f ff 'ffiyfzzf25f1 ' ff fgff ff, Tj Qf! H-for swearing at the Czar thetically relieved my labored respiration by removing my binding watch chain, together with the Watch on the end of it. Then he told me of the past. He told me how Bob DeVecchi had successfully emulated Billy Sunday in reforming New York, until a fiery chariot had suddenly descended, and snatched him up to Heaven. The