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Caption: Book - Banks of the Boneyard (Charles Kiler)
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46 On the Banks of the Bone yard narrow and backward viewpoints of Trustees as any other student, lack of understanding of young was people as anyone else, joined in the movement tending degrade those engaged in it, and through all the years of more than the half century that has passed since these untoward events happened, have never found myself able to condone or forgive the perpetrators of such filth as described above. Another phase of student activity, coming largely because the boys had nothing to do but study and recite and eat pie in between two joints in our day; the most popul After one grievances October of 'QI, a Freshman bv the name with his class colors pinned on his coat. Edd Irishman who never ran away from a fight, and like he was out hunting for one. I was there understand that Q been Sopho- ped started for Eddie and his Freshman colors. A much beloved pro* fessor tried to shoo the boys out of the sacred confines of the Library, and while he succeeded because of able assistance, his person was badly damaged and his clothing torn to shreds. As the crowd pushed through the west doorway of the Library, Rob Burnham was knocked down the stairway. By some manner of means the down to the floor below George Huff was up on top of the heads of those jammed in about him. George was another man who never ran away from a fight, and finding himself up in the air he grabbed the chandelier just above him, and when it broke up close to the ceiling all of George's two hundred and fifty pounds plus the chandelier landed on the heads of those below him. Gas was pouring from the open pipe, and I can still see d$ar old Janitor Baker whittling a plug with which to stop the flow of gas. The color rush stopped, broken heads were held under cold water faucets, clothing was made as presentable as possible, a number of
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