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seasons this sport has ever had at Moses Brown. Swimmingly, our season was
what one could call only fair, the only meets we won being against Tech, and
the R. I. State Championship. By this latter victory we showed that strength
evenly distributed, even if there are no stars, often is more valuable than one or
two good men.
Educationally we went along with various studies, speakers, and enter­
tainers. One of our programs especially interesting was that of Miss Bessie
Kelly, who showed us how "Mickey Mouse” was made, and what great pains
were taken and how many drawings had to be made in order to put an animated
cartoon into existence. In the course of her illustrations she asked for volunteers
to pose for her upon the stage. Great was the uproar and confusion as "Tiger”
Olney and Emery Swan were finally chosen as representative young men. No
one knows where those drawings are today.
At this time of the year there broke out again in its worst splurge of M. B.
history the accursed German, convict, or bristle-bean haircut—have your own
way; it’s all the same. Classrooms and the dining room adorned with these
monstrosities made one cover his eyes with mortification. Boys were known to
get out of bed at twenty-seven instead of twenty-five minutes past seven each
morning because they didn’t have to comb their unruly locks. Under such light­
ness of the top appendage, A1 Davis again won the checker tournament, this
time over "Dapper Dan,” and attributed all his success to the ethereal condition
of his head. We had the annual Easter Vespers in Alumni Hall, where the Glee
Club, with many of our great class, sang, and the Rev. Vincent Bennett spoke.
A couple of evenings later the Proscenium put on "Bulldog Drummond,” the
most enterprising play yet in the career of this young organization. The produc­
tion went off remarkably well, with Carl Howland in an important role. Sammy
Waughtel had made himself generally known beforehand around our corridor
as a property man for the play. He kept saying, "Well, I’ll take this easy chair
from your room,” and, "You don’t need this bookcase for a while, do you?”
Nice fellow, that young Waughtel.
And so-o-o, as one is prone to say these days, we came into the long-
awaited spring vacation. "Un-lax” we were told to do, and "un-lax” we did.
Home seemed sweet all right, and as night owls we made up for all the time
we had wasted back in school.
Now as the days grew longer, and the grass grew greener, and the sun
shone hotter, and our thoughts turned to love, we came back for the last lap.
It seemed good to get out on the old grass and roll around, or to feel the cinders
pliant beneath the foot, or to feel the crack of the steaming horsehide on the
willow, or to send a sizzling placement cross court, or even only to breathe the
wonderful air.
From "Fly” Herman’s Math Room we could see the birds and the heat

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