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Caption: Book - Banks of the Boneyard (Charles Kiler)
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The Advent of Dr. Peabody 39 Commandant of the Battalion, came along accompanied by a student captain and a citizen with a ball bat, so another committee was likewise frustrated. A street car was thrown off the track and ten people h u r t ; as I remember that accident cost Helen Butterheld a broken leg. Well, our efforts to lock up the people on the Junior E x program went wrong, but the benzyl bromide which was taken into the chapel in small glass vials tied against the heels of our shoes, gave the performers as well as the audience something to think about. O u r poet tells the story in classic words and I think it worthy of reproduction. Writing in blank verse our '92 poet gives a graphic recital of all the woes we had suffered from the boisterous brethren of '91, the last indignity being the theft of the material for our Sophograph, the class annual. Telling of the quiet search we had conducted without avail, he thus discourses: But at length the class found that an insult had been put upon them, That their papers were gone—hooked by an unprincipled supe of the Juniors And that class had approved of the act, then sternly prepared we for battle. Not in haste did we rush, but calmly, with premeditation and forethought We turned to our task and prepared for the conflict, Just as a knight of the ring when proffered an insult or challenge Pauses to glare at his foe with grim and indignant demeanor Then slowly with blood in his eye, removes from his person the broadcloth And eyeing his prey with a scowl, rolls stealthily upwards his wristbands, Lays naked his brawny neck and wades fiercely into the conflict. So went the Sophs to war, with coolness and sternness of purpose. Paused to size up '91, to get on to their fears and their weakness, To remove all scruples, all love, all feelings of kinship and friendship All but a thirst for revenge and a vow to demolish the Juniors; Then got we to work with a will. Some raided the lab after midnight And made from the spoils of their raid an abundance of good ammunition While a guard of stout fellows without, lay waiting to waylay the watchman. leader, A hack, and some bracelets of steel, lay low for the jubilant Junior. Who as yet unsuspicious of ill, their oooonents continue +* *~~*^l With while the Sophs, who were robbed trustworthy
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