1915 Cedrus Yearbook

%Olga 744r. r. • 1907. Night prowling was the principal diversion indulged in by the -grads" of '07. It was no uncommon thing for the Marshall brothers to call some boastful one's bluff by taking him out to Jackson's track at any old hour of the night and kick dirt in his eyes. Others of the class contemplated midnight plunges in Massie's Creek, which fortunately were never realized. 1908. "Jack" Nash bears the reputation of keeping company with a greater number ofladies than any other man who attended college. "Jack- Henderson and "Doc" Spahr possessed enough impracticable mathematics and philosophy to stall a six- cylinder. The remainder of the class were of course very much outshone. 1909. Initiative in man is a laudable thing but it can be carried too far. Indi- vidually the class of '09 were always starting something they couldn't stop. Since graduating, a radical change has apparently taken place. Nothing startling has been heard from them. Like that automobile of well-known make which ran twelve miles without its engine, this class's reputation is all that is necessary, it seems. 1910. This is the banner class of the college—the largest in number. Just notice a few of the individuals. -Dave" Brigham of snipe hunter's fame—by the way, this is the best story that ever happened in college circles. It was in the fall of '05. "Billy" Beggs had drifted in from York state and "Dave" hailed from Philadelphia. Aunt Mary's boarding club was flourishing in those days. About a month after the fall term had opened some one suggested that a mess of snipe wouldn't go bad. In a night or two, about a dozen of the boys proceeded to the lonesome vales on the Whitelaw Reid farm. Of course "Billy" and "Dave" being from the city didn't know anything about driving snipes and it was up to them to hold the sacks. Well, about 1:30 a. m. they began to do some thinking. They then proceeded across the fields and finally came out onto Bridgman's race track. Thinking it the road they plodded their weary way, but the third time around the fence posts began to look familiar. The truth dawned upon them about this time and seeing a house nearby, they awoke the sleeping inmates and inquired for a hotel in Xenia. "Xenia) Man, you are in Cedarville," was the reply. With this added enlightenment and chagrin they soon found their rooms. The experiences of this memorable night were never fully divulged until about three years afterwards. Franklin Archibald Creswell developed enough goodstories during his regime as Manager of the basket ball team to fill a volume. If "Archie" were to write such a book he would no doubt devote "steen" chapters to the virtues of his favorite coach. "Sam- Hill was the "Big Man" of the class. His football record has never been equaled. If the reports from Carnegie Tech are true, he is the coming White Hope. "Bill- Ritter was a pugilist. He was the undisputed champion until a man who believes in -trading at home" came to town. The next day "Bill" gave his gloves away. -Ed Shaw was the -long" boy of the institution, excepting Professor Jurkat of course. "Ed" made inroads on the faculty—a little. 70