. Reveille. He and Prof. Creese seem to get along perfectly, judging fromthe amount of questions passing between them. He has established himself as a soHdrock in the Physics Lab. But who is that so intently waiting with a water-vessel? Why it is Posey, ourinvincible First-Sergeant always up to tricks. The little Dutch book which he has in 54 his hand is as dear to him as his pocketbook, much Hghtened by Senior Graft Yes he is a football player of note, this being his third year on the his grin. You have now met every member of the Junior class, but one. Of myself I cans
. Reveille. He and Prof. Creese seem to get along perfectly, judging fromthe amount of questions passing between them. He has established himself as a soHdrock in the Physics Lab. But who is that so intently waiting with a water-vessel? Why it is Posey, ourinvincible First-Sergeant always up to tricks. The little Dutch book which he has in 54 his hand is as dear to him as his pocketbook, much Hghtened by Senior Graft Yes he is a football player of note, this being his third year on the his grin. You have now met every member of the Junior class, but one. Of myself I cansay nothing. After seeing us to the Reception Hall the O. D. took his leave. Upon inquiry w^e found ourselves to be the victims of a schemer, for the fictitiousO D. turns out to be OConnor, a mere Junior. He had become aware of our plansand seized the opportunity when the official O. D. happened to be away. But with regrets we will leave the Junior class to meet again next year. JAMES G. OCONNOR. 3(unior Class Btit To the tune of Stein Song. Heres to the class of 1912 Heres to black and maroonHeres to those who have done so well Heres to the victory wonHeres to our class mates one and all Heres to our future livesHeres to our ideals, our aims, desires. And heres to dear M. A. C. To the tune of Heidelberg. M. A. C. dear M. A. fond sweet memory The golden hazeOf College days Shall bind us close to theeThose golden days are almost oer Yet time shall oft renewOld memories near Our College dearAnd fill our thoughts once more. M. A. C. dear M. A. name shall ever be That emblem ofThat sacred love Each classmate holds for future years well give the yell And toast to may we stand A loyal bandTo dear old M. A. C. N. L. CLARK. Class Poet. 56 cS C o ci3bti a fa 03 > W :;: ^< •:3 ° CO o ^° 01 tn 03 Si -in ffl aS^^<;i-:)PHSg;ofaH-5PHa}<lSHPQtfHH(/3^ O Oh O § § Oh Pi O) <vS ■=£• c .Sa ^ ^ 03 o a n ■ bi ^ a a ^ a .s O X en
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