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

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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

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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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476 HISTORY OF 1916 S. story had been vouched for by Skinny Wheelei', who had been a Witness of the whole occurrence one night as he returned from J ack's. Indeed, he asserted that the ascension was accom- panied by a crowd of angels, playing That Righteous Robert Rag, on coach horns, and stated that he had personally observed S. Peter present Bob with the charm of the organiza- tion. I learned that Nel Graves was a millionaire, and ran an enormous trade in selling coal to South America, and ice to the Icelanders. Hagadorn was a famous artist, drawing the Arrow collar ads, and using Ted Sykes as a model. Drew Fletcher, by the aid of his social connections, had been elected mayor of Glen Cove, Long Island. And, speaking of politics, Art Milburn was president, having just succeeded Hee Dulaney in the position. One tragedy had occurred during my long sleep. Mac Thompson, Fitzgerald, Ben Story, and Gard Catlin, who had charge of the business and statistics of the Class Book, had been found, just after graduation, in the committee room, chasing each other with frothing mouths, and maniac laughter, shouting the while, UGO to Shermanls and have your photo taken. Rufe Scott, only, had come out of it with his reason, and even he was given to fits of insane melancholy, when he would sob piteously, '4Class Secretary for life !', This condition could only be alleviated by telling him that another alumnus had died off. My informer had just finished telling me how Charles Conrad, jealous of Bill Brownls superior qualities as a fetish, had taken him out to sea and thrown him off the ship, Bill foiling his design, however, by walking ashore to the African Coast, and straightway become a shaman, and he was in the middle of an account of how Cord Meyer and Dutch Shaffer had proved the theory of hypnotic ex-ray by looking through each other, when I interrupted him. Say, I said, '4Wliat ever happened to Craig? A curious pallor stole over my companion's face, and he clapped his hand over my mouth. c 4'Shh V7 whispered he, Do you want to get lynched? He rose, and peered cautiously under the tables, and behind the doors. Then he tiptoed back. HIf anybody had heard you mention that name,- he mur- mured in my ear, and made a significant gesture about his neck to the ceiling.