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

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SENIOR YEAR 59 on the fifty-yard line and raise his right Wing during the entire performance. When the beer has finally been consumed and the greensward of the grid- iron appears, We will have a race to see who can find the first four-leaf clover. In the event that none can be found, We Will find su- perlative entertainment in that Crooning-Fool Kee- ney's rendition of the im- mortal Air on a G String. Then, of course, our fun- fun frolic must have a moral-what is the law? The law is that we must hang until they are dead, one from each goal post l Dean Hazfemeyer. cross-bar, Messrs. Bauer and Loud-examples to one and all who shall ever attempt to manipulate Class funds into Southern trips. At the conclusion of this ceremony, the meeting will be adjourned to the cannon in front of North Sheffield Hall. Here, Which Freer, ace gunman of the Yale R.O.T.C., will fire a thirty-five gun salute The last round-up. to the greatest Class ever. After our improvised Derby Day, we'll come to those final exams, then a few weeks of rest, the Yale-Harvard boat raceg the Senior Prom at which we will have to dance with our roommate's sisterg then-. The day will come when we will all stand together for the last

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58 CLASS OF NINETEEN THIRTY-FIVE S. AND E. which he beat a bean to the tune of Tiger Rag, his favorite piece. Spring will find Captain Eggie Miles wielding his baton on the courts. Manager Wickwire will be dodging divots as Goldberger whacks his way around the course. Shadows from the banks of Shel- ton will darken the gleam in the eyes of sweeps Quarrier, Living- ston, Wilson, Reyburn as they recline in Var- sity shells. We'll see Dugan bounding about the diamond. As manager Freer braids the horses, tails for his malleteers, bat-snatchers Bradley and Moses will wave their wands. Fruitless have been our attempts to Hnd Derby Day on the calendar. Such an over- sight by the authorities concerned necessi- tates the founding of the fun-fun frolics. In order that a good time may be had by all, a variety of entertainment has been planned. For the opening act of our tragedy, we have arranged to have the Yale Bowl filled with beer. Special dams have been constructed in all the portals to prevent any leaks. The individuals we will find circling the outer top rim of the beer-filled Bowl are none others than ourselves, the Class of '35 S. After a few introductory words by Spealer Sperry, who has been baptized grand baron of the brew, Pudge,' Meehan will snap his suspenders. This will be the signal for the initial nip- dip-though we strongly advise against wading out over one's wig. Then, step by step, we will descend with the level of the beer. As the tide and some of the gussies go out, we will find entertainment in the aquatic antics of Gub and Dub Qbetter known as Banker Bill Craig and Wilfred Bancroftj. Gub is going to imitate an Osprey and do a bit of submarine diving in the attempt to find Dub, who has promised to hide several fathorns down below the beer level. While we are waiting for Gub to find Dub, the yacht club boys, Elmer Dunbar, 'fLong,' Iohn Longley, and Miken Angelo Smith, are going to have a seahorse derby around the Bowl. The occasional foamy spouts, which will be observed shooting high into the sky, should be no cause for alarm, for they will merely be indicative of the fact that Moby,' Mefferr is still with us, alive, deHating. As the beer level gradually subsides, we will be informed of the exact depth at all times, for Stratosphere Wilson has promised to stand M after 0 f ceremonies.

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60 CLASS OF NINETEEN THIRTY-FIVE S. AND E. time to receive our diplomas. On the morrow we will return to those distant places from which we first set out upon our college careers. Depression-fed, we carried on through four years of a changing Yale. The College Plan weighed down upon us as our problem. Be- fore us was put the task of solving the New Yale. We were destined to live in the dawn of the New Yale, but aren't those our fondest memories, our most cherished recollections-those days when we all lived east of College Street 5 ate in the Sheff Club, Triangle Club, U Clubg when Hat Night found the eight old fraternities intact around the fire? The Classes of 1933 and 1934 claimed that they were the last of the old Sheff. Gentlemen, we are the last of that rare species-the last of the old Sheff to carve a niche in the annals of time. WILI.IA1VI D. LYON, IR.