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

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THAT PERSONAL STUFF 477 I bent nearer. 4'Wl1ere is he? NVhat has he done? Buck looked fearfully at me. The lamps burned low. It's a horrible tale! said he in low quick tones. '4The first We heard was when the police-7' - At this moment the swinging doors swung apart, and a familiar figure entered. Well doggonef' said Al, you here? Have a Rip Van Wlllkle with me. The shook Was so great that I did not cut my eight 0'cloek as I had planned. -BY THE WORLD7S Mosr Monnsr MAN

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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.

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