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

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88 CLASS OF NINETEEN THIRTY-FIVE S. AND E. Finally we arrived at Gibraltar. To our horror, we found Max Millikan at the foot of this great igneous intrusion, he had erected a system of levers and pulleys and was evidently trying to dislodge this historic monument. His hair was torn, fire was shooting from his nostrils, and his frenzied lungs were bellowing, If Einstein canit, Millikanf' We left poor Max after we found that the Political Union had been the cause of his sorry condition and headed for New York. H E The trip was a quiet one till we reached New York harbor where a touch of homesickness caused us to look sentimentally towards the Statue of Liberty. The sight that met our eyes stunned us. The torch this maiden had so long raised aloof as a symbol of our liberty was gone 5 in its place had been substituted a great neon sign, the garish red letters of which read, Smoke Little Donahoes Between the Acts. This was Marty's latest scoop. Disillusionment overwhelmed us, Marty had Donahoe lot for Yale, but why, oh why, had he done this.

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CLASS PROPHECY 87 we were nearing the Hawaiian Islands. Early one morning we over- hauled a tiny ketch fiying a distress flag. Upon drawing nearer, we discovered through the binoculars two prostrate figures in the small vessel. They were taken aboard, and we recognized Bob Gordon, scorched by the sun and emaciated by hunger, and Babbling Brooks. Bob was muttering something about the spirit of the K'G.I.S., and Charlie, although half dead, was heard to croon faintly a few bars of the Song of the Islands. Finally, we pulled into Honolulu. In the distance we could see a great brown giant bestriding a surf board. It turned out to be Dave Livingston, who, it appeared, was still in the swim of things. He and lack Munson were raising pineapples and little brown things with two legs that picked the pineapples and dived for coins in their spare time. Such were the results of Applied Economic Science. Next on the itinerary were the Philippines. Here, one of the larg- est plantations was owned by Bauer, Loud 8: Meffert, Inc. When asked why they had migrated from New York, they said that they had tired of running Tammany Hall so had decided to form a Col- ony of their own on one of the islands. Bombay was the next port of arrival. We expected to see Wheels Wheeler drive up in a sleigh, but the only Yale man in town was George Atterbury. He was now vice-president of the Fly-by-Night Aviation Company, and had secured his position by marrying the fifteen-year-old daughter of the president. Big Billu Carter was chief engineer for the company and had just developed a plane de- signed to carry a maximum number of checkered pants immortal- ized by Lecherous Les McCreath, which were now the rage with the Hindus. Lou Stoner had joined forces with Long John Keeney, and they were now enjoying the fruits of the monopolistic manu- facture of this variegated merchandise. Now the voyage took us up the Red Sea and through the Suez. A short side trip was made into jerusalem to see lim DeAngelis and johnny Dugan, who had taken the vows of the Franciscan order. We thought they might be a little bored by this new life, but, upon asking them what fun they were having, they replied nun. Next, we steamed up to Athens to see the Acropolis. Among the ruins we saw what at first appeared to be a Greek god, but on closer observation we recognized Fitz Quarrier. He and Craig Col- gate were head of a travel tour for tiny totsg George Bradley's three sons were in their group, and there was also a little cube that they said was the pride of the French family.

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IVY ORATION As delizfered on Class Day by David L. Livingston. ENTLEMEN: We gather here today to carry out the long- standing tradition of planting the Class ivy. Before we termi- nate our four years together and before we disband to various en- deavors and localities, an act commemorating this important period in our lives is entirely fitting. After today we will lose something which, although we have come to take it for granted, will never exist again-our association together. True, future reunions will restore some of it, yet much will be lost and never will we experience that sense of unity we now enjoy. So now we pause to attempt a general appreciation of the past and future. At this time We realize what happy and profitable years we have had. Friends, experience, and education have been put in our grasp. One cannot possibly take full advantage of the privileges and oppor- tunities afforded, and many of us have regrets, yet all have had a glimpse of the possibilities. These exist because of the sacrifices and labors of others. Now the realization of our indebtedness is keen. One might feel that Yale has made an investment in us and that in later life we will have the opportunity to prove ourselves worthy of the faith she has imposed. This ivy will be a living commemoration of this day when We have put our sentiments into words. In years to come it will be a reminder and a source of inspiration-inspiration because it epito- mizes the ideals which we have and which will remain ours in years to come. Its strength comes from its foundation-the earthg ours from Mother Yale. Its roots will become strengthened and reach many places, so will our love for Yale grow, and the effect of our four years will spread to many places. This plant strives ever upward, protecting and beautifying, often in the face of strong opposition. So should we strive for the true ideals we have gained, we should have the unrelenting perseverance of this hardy plantg we, too, should