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Caption: Book - Banks of the Boneyard (Charles Kiler)
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The Advent of Dr. PeaboJy 35 stories. Then with the stuff printed Came the pi blem of getting it bound. We went to Cecil ftacon's house, found an old faded calico gown his sister would never miss, tore it into strips, punched holes in the paper with an instrument used to make paper wads for the muzzle loading shotguns of that day, bound our Bogus Sophoyraphs, and distributed half of them among student boarding houses. At chapel exercises on that grand and glorious morning there was a brisk demand for copies of our publication; we were offend nickels, then dimes, then quarters, all of which we refused to accept, but when the folks began to appreciate the value of our magazine and offered a half a dollar for one, we released half of them and held off for one dollar apiece for the rest. ()pportunities such as that come only once in a lifetime, so we made the most of it. Xot content with the success of our Bogus, some of the boys raided the room of the editor of the real Sophograph and came away with all of the stories, poems, articles, pictures, and what have you that were to have graced the pages of that magazine. Vengeance on the Juniors was never adequately secured because their " E x " came too soon after our fight against the Sophomores, and the Juniors had been rather a friendly group anyway. r The following year, when the class of '93 w as planning its Sociable, our class asked permission to join them and, in our weak and feeble way, to protect them against the depredations of the worst bunch of goons that ever attended Illinois—that wild andwooly bunch in '91. Sometimes I think our altruistic efforts were a mistake, for whenever '92 planned a party those trouble makers in '91 commenced to see red. We heard they intended to destroy our joint party, so '93 agreed with us that it would be wise to have our party in Danville. Arrangements were made to have the dinner at the Aetna House and the dance in a near-by hall, but the best laid plans of all the geniuses in our two classes failed to have the police, the sheriff's office, and the state militia ordered out to guard us. We had thought of everything but calling on the majesty of the law. Our banquet was peaceful, the toasts were largely boasts of how we had put it over on '91, but when we adjourned to the dance hall where we had expected to find an orchestra composed of men, women, and children waiting to lead us into entrancing movements of the dance, we found something worse than the hounds of Raskerville; that rowdy bunch of Vjiers had got into the hall ahead of us and tilled x
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