The record of the class of 1909 . Those of us whowere athletically inclined spent evenings in the gymnasium mastering Jimmys technical terms, or envi-ously watching fearless upper-classmen swing clubs andexercise the chest-weights. Dick Mott even succeeded inmaking the gym. team, but many of us preferred less vio-lent indoor sports. Johnnies room became a hot-bed offive hundred, chess and the more brutal there were the bowling alleys and the library, theaims and purposes of which latter important adjunct Isaaccarefully explained to us in Collection one morning. Ray-mond took e
The record of the class of 1909 . Those of us whowere athletically inclined spent evenings in the gymnasium mastering Jimmys technical terms, or envi-ously watching fearless upper-classmen swing clubs andexercise the chest-weights. Dick Mott even succeeded inmaking the gym. team, but many of us preferred less vio-lent indoor sports. Johnnies room became a hot-bed offive hundred, chess and the more brutal there were the bowling alleys and the library, theaims and purposes of which latter important adjunct Isaaccarefully explained to us in Collection one morning. Ray-mond took extensive notes, but none of the rest of us wereappreciabh alTected by the advice. In those days therewere no Freshmen whom we had to take seriously, no Jun-ior Play to cause nightmares and sick headaches, and nocaps and gowns and thoughts of leaving. We simply lived,climbed the temporary stairs to our meals in the Y. A. room, and had no thoughts of the morrow or theday after. We scored a complete victory over the Sophomores. later in the in the interclass debate,evening, as a couple of plain friends, .Alfred and Warry walked away with the cake. Let us hasten over the two weeks of mid-year examinations. Suffice it to say that the first warmdays in i\Iarch found them a matter of history, and symptoms of the annual spring-fever epidemic rap-idly developing among us. A few had tried their hand at cricket in the shed and, quite confident of hav-ing inastered that most difficult game, were anxious to knock our Class bowlers out of the, figurative, lot. The .April make-ups swept over us, and when the shower passed there were a few scattered rays ofsunshine, but for others the clouds still hung above the low horizon of the passing mark. But we wereFreshmen. Even the tell-tale cards from Oscar could not long cast a gloom over our spirits. .\s springadvanced and the cool shadows of the old trees around Barclay called us from our close rooms, we couldnot help feeling that it was plea
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