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Appointed by the President of the United States: i. Honorable M. E. INGALLS, Cincinnati, Ohio. 2. Doctor JOSEPH D. BRYANT, New York, N. Y. 3. Honorable T. H. CLARK, Montgomery, Alabama. 4. General JAMES H. WILSON (President), Wilmington, Delaware. 5. Honorable HIRAM C. GARWOOD, ...... Bastrop, Texas. 6. Professor W. WHITMAN BAILEY (Secretary), . . . Providence, R. I. 7. Honorable ALBERT W. GILCHRIST, Punta Gorda, Florida.
Appointed by the President of the Senate : 8. Honorable GEORGE GRAY, Wilmington, Delaware. 9. Honorable WILLIAM J. SEWELL (Vice-President), . Camden, New Jersey.
Appointed by the Speaker of the House of Representatives : 10. Honorable GEORGE W. STEELE, Marion, Indiana. n. Honorable ROBERT G. COUSINS, Tipton, Iowa. 12. Honorable GEORGE B. MCCLELLAN, New York, N. Y.
Superintendent Colonel O. H. ERNST, Lieutenant-Colonel, Corps of Engineers.
/IDilftars Staff. Captain WILBER E. WILDER, Fourth Cavalry, Adjutant of the Military Academy and of the Post; Recruiting Officer; Commanding Band and Detachment of Field Music. Captain WILLIAM F. SPURGIN, Twenty-first Infantry, Treasurer of the Military Academy, and Quartermaster and Commissary of Cadets. Captain JOHN B. BELLINGER, Assistant Quartermaster of U. S. A., Quarter master of the Military Academy and of the Post; Disbursing Officer. First Lieutenant BARRINGTON K. WEST, Sixth Cavalry, Commissary and Treas urer ; in charge of the Post Exchange. First Lieutenant WILLIAM WEIGEL, Eleventh Infantry, Assistant to the Quarter master, and Officer of Police. Major GEORGE H. TORNEY, Surgeon, U. S. A., Surgeon. Captain CHARLES F. MASON, Assistant Surgeon, U. S. A. Captain FRANCIS A. WINTER, Assistant Surgeon, U. S. A. Hcabemtc Staff-
DEPARTHENT OF NATURAL AND EXPERIMENTAL PHILOSOPHY.
PETER S. MICHIE, Professor. Captain WILLIAM B. GORDON, Ordnance Department, Assistant Professor.
Ijtst?'uctors : First Lieutenant H. C. DAVIS, Third Artillery. First lieutenant J. T. CRABBS, Eighth Cavalry. In Charge of Observatory and Astronomical Observations : First Lieutenant SAMUEL D. FREEMAN, Tenth Cavalry.
DEPARTMENT OF DRAWING.
CHARLES W. LARNED, Professor. Second Lieutenant WALTER C. BABCOCK, Eighth Cavalry, Assistant Professor.
Instructors : Second Lieutenant CHARLES B. HAGADORN, Twenty-third Infantry. Second Lieutenant HORACE M. REEVES, Third Infantry.
DEPARTHENT OF MATHEMATICS.
EDGAR W. BASS, Professor. * WRIGHT P. EDGERTON, Associate Professor. First Lieutenant DANIEL B. DEVORE, Twenty third Infantry, Assistant Professor.
Instructors : First Lieutenant CHARLES P. ECHOLS, Corps of Engineers. Second Lieutenant WILLIAM M. CRUIKSHANK, First Artillery. Second Lieutenant JOHN H. RICE, Third Cavalry. Second Lieutenant JAY E. HOFFER, Third Artillery. Second Lieutenant D. M. KING, Fourth Artillery. Second Lieutenant JOHN W. JOYES, Fifth Artillery.
* Associate Professor with rank of Captain. DEPARTMENT OF CHEHISTRY, MINERALOGY AND GEOLOGY.
SAMUEL E. TILLMAN, Professor. First Lieutenant RICHMOND P. DAVIS, Second Artillery, Assistant Professor.
Instructors : First Lieutenant EDGAR RUSSEL, Fifth Artillery. Second Lieutenant PALMER E. PIERCE, Sixth Infantry. Second Lieutenant WILLIAM R. SMITH, First Artillery.
DEPARTMENT OF TACTICS.
Commandant of Cadets and Instructor of Tactics : Lieutenant-Colonel SAMUEL M. MILLS, Captain Fifth Artillery. Senior Instructor of Cavalry Tactics : Captain JAMES PARKER, Fourth Cavalry.
Senior Instructor of Artillery Tactics : First Lieutenant ALEXANDER B. DYER, Fourth Artillery. Assisla7tt Instructor of Tactics. Commanding Company of Cadets: First Lieutenant GRANGER ADAMS, Fifth Artillery. Senior Instructor of Infantry Tactics : First Lieutenant WILDS P. RICHARDSON, Eighth Infantry. Assistant Instructor of Tactics, Commanding Company of Cadets : First Lieutenant WILLIAM H. ALLAIRE, Twenty-third Infantry. Assistant Instj'uctor of Tactics, Commanding Company of Cadets : First Lieutenant SAMSON L. FAISON, First Infantry. Assistant Instructor of Cavalry Tactics : Second Lieutenant JULIEN R. LINDSEY, Ninth Cavalry.
DEPARTHENT OF HODERN LANGUAGES.
EDWARD E. WOOD, Professor.
Instructors : First Lieutenant PETER E. TRAUB, First Cavalry. First Lieutenant MARCUS D. CRONIN, Twenty-fifth Infantry. Second Lieutenant SAMUEL C HAZZARD, First Artillery. Second Lieutenant EDWARD B. CASSATT, Fourth Cavalry. First Lieutenant C. H. HUNTER, First Artillery. Second Lieutenant W. R. SMEDBERG, JR., Fourth Cavalry. Second Lieutenant J. M. WILLIAMS, Fifth Artillery.
7 DEPARTMENT OF LAW AND HISTORY. GEORGE B. DAVIS, Professor, Lieutenant-Colonel and Deputy Judge Advocate General, TJ. S. A. (By assignment under Act June 6th, 1874.) First Lieutenant B. K. WEST, Sixth Cavalry, Assistant Professor. Instructors : First Lieutenant WALTER A. BETHEL, Third Artillery. Second Lieutenant FRANK G. MAULDIN, Third Artillery. Second Lieutenant ROBERTSON HONEY, Fourth Artillery.
DEPARTMENT OF CIVIL AND MILITARY ENGINEERING.
GUST A v J. FIEBEGER, Professor. First Lieutenant THOMAS H. REES, Corps of Engineers, Assistant Professor. Instructors : First Lieutenant FRANCIS H. SHUNK, Corps of Engineers. First Lieutenant CHESTER A. HARDING, Corps of Engineers.
DEPARTMENT OF PRACTICAL AND MILITARY ENGINEERING. Captain JAMES L. LUSK, Corps of Engineers, Instructor. First Lieutenant E. EVELETH WINSLOW, Corps of Engineers, Assistant Instructor.
DEPARTrlENT OF ORDNANCE AND GUNNERY. Captain LAWRENCE L. BRUFF, Ordnance Department, Instructor.
Assistant Instructors : First Lieutenant JOHN T. THOMPSON, Ordnance Department. Second Lieutenant HENRY D. TODD, JR., Third Artillery.
CHAPLAIN.
REV. HERBERT SHIPMAN.
HERMAN J. KOEHLER, Master of the Sword. GEORGE ESSIGKE, Teacher of Music. Battalion ©r0ant3ation- 3une 1st, 1897-
"A." "B." "C." «D.' CAPTAINS.
H. S. MORGAN, H. DOREY, F. R. MCCOY, J. C RAYMOND.
Adjutant—S. A. CHENEY. Quartermaster—W. D. CONNOR.
LIEUTENANTS
H. S. SMITHER, F. H. POPE, J. C OAKES, A. J. BOWLEY, H. B. FERGUSON, M. E. HANNA, W. S. VALENTINE, E. T. CONLEY, R. E. LONGAN, R. H. HARPER, L. C. WOLF, E. O. SARRATT.
Sergeant Major—C. S. BABCOCK. Quartermaster-Sergeant—G. V. HENRY.
FIRST SERGEANTS.
M. CRAIG, F. C. BOGGS, JR., R. C. DAVIS, A. E. WILLIAMS.
SERGEANTS.
W. P. WOOTEN, W. F. NESBITT, E. D. BRICKER, E. N. BENCHLEY, H. L. NEWBOLD, M. MCCLOSKEY, M. G. SPINKS, J. E. STEVENS, M. C. KERTH, L. W. JORDAN, JR., J. B. GOWEN, B. ENOCHS, H. BUTNER, C. W. OTWELL, A. A. FRIES, R.INGRAM.
CORPORALS.
C. A. ROMEYN, J. A. WOODRUFF, W. KELLY, F. C. JEWELL, F. B. KERR, C. A. TROTT, A. N. MCCLURE, C. C. CARTER, H. B. FARRAR, E. M. MARKHAM, L. W. OLIVER, G. V. MOSELEY, G. W. BUNNELL, JR., G. W. STUART, G. S. SIMONDS, A. B. PUTNAM, C. M. BUNDEL, R. H. PECK, P. W. GUINEY, D. K. MAJOR. JOHN G. WORKIZER, '97, Editor-in-Chief. SHERWOOD A. CHENEY, '97, Business Manager,
Art Editors :
HAROLD E. CLOKE, '97, JACOB F. WOODYARD, '98, HERBERT A. LAFFERTY, '98.
Literary Editors :
HARRY G. BISHOP, '97, DANIEL G. BERRY, '98, BERTRAM C. GILBERT, '97, THOMAS F. MAGINNIS, '98, FRANK C. JEWELL, '99.
Athletic Editors :
HENRY ABBOT, '97, WILLIAM F. NESBITT, '98, STEWART HEINTZELMAN, '99.
Class Editors:
EDGAR T. CONLEY, '97, ROBERT C. FOY, '99, LYTLE BROWN, '98, WALTER S. GRANT, 1900.
CLASS YELL -.—Boom ! Rah ! Rah / Rah / '97! West Point!
CLASS COLORS:—Yellow.
Class Officers.
President, EDGAR T. CONLEY. Vice-President, HAROLD B. FISKE. Secretary and Treasurer, FRANCIS H. POPE. Athletic Representative, HENRY ABBOT.
Hop Managers.
SHERWOOD A. CHENEY, FRANK ROSS MCCOY, THOMAS A. ROBERTS, HALSTEAD DOREY, PIERCE A. MURPHY, FRANCISCO ALCANTARA, WILLIARD D. NEWBILL, BERTRAM C. GILBERT, WILLIAM D. CONNOR.
J3 '97'8 Xast l^eat.
|T high noon, June 12th, 1896, we sailed through the golden gate which had been our goal for three long, wearisome years, and found ourselves on the pacific sea of First-classdom. How wonderful it seemed ! Our feelings were similar to those of the all-confident Plebe (before he has entered the west sally-port) and we had that large, elevating sensation of conscious greatness and 8^ hat which a newly-fledged corporal ex periences when he sprouts his glittering pin feathers. The hampering barracks could not long contain us, and, after due delibera tion, it was decided by the authorities to take us into Camp Hooker, where we might have all out doors to move about in. But how soon do our fondest anticipations come to naught! We all too quickly found that there was more pain than pleasure in the dazzling charm, and, like moths with singed wings, we settled down to the commonplace. Although we rode in the first-class carriage, we found that its wheels turned in the same old rut. Of course camp had its diversions, but all through the game, where we pre ferred hearts, we found our hands full of spades, and enough holes were dug in Fort Clinton, filled up, and redug, to make, if continuous, a short cut to the Antipodes, and always there was the pontoon bridge of sighs. Our morning rides and their attendant elocutionary treats were the inspira tion which threw us headlong into the capture of Cro' Nest and Long Pond, and far into the night the moping owl and cooing dove might have been heard
14 complaining of the unwarranted intrusion into the tangled and sacred depths of their pipe-line home. Grim malaria besieged the line of the Hudson, and this being its strongest point, was longest invested; strong men were laid low and forced to spend whole weeks in the Hotel Dieu, and enough quinine was absorbed to make the welkin ring. The camp was like all first-class camps—foggy reveilles, boiling and baking drills (the cooking school), concerts, hops, spoons, and astronomy! In all probably more was lost than gained, for sad havoc was played with hearts, Xmas leaves, class rings, and "previous engagements." September ist was looked for longingly, for we knew it would be "the beginning of the end," and finally after long, wasting days, packed full of drills and imprecations (for storm clouds never lowered even on the artificial horizon), the color line drew on apace (a slow, short pace), and with it we welcomed back the prodigal sons of '98. Then came "those gray old walls " again, the short, but, oh ! so pleasant evenings among the oracles of the Dialectic, our chief pastime foot-ball, and our greatest bug-bear engineering and its drawing. The course from September to January was one awful strain, much stress being brought to bear upon us, especially by the Ordnance and Engineering departments; but although the usual number of fatalists took Time by the fore lock and packed their telescope boxes and shawl straps, their work had to be undone. We are still intact, although the Duke's marital relations are sadly strained. Old '97 was ushered in with fitting ceremonies, and in its first few months we learned to fight great paper battles, successful alike for offense or defense, and every man can now write a five-thousand-word lecture in two hours and a half without suffering from writer's cramp. Unfortunately our Bible presentation came upon '97 days until June, and we were unable to carry out to anywhere near its entirety a programme which in dramatic, operatic, forensic, and terpsichorean effects would have surpassed any thing yet attempted—by us. As it was, the corps was gorged on peanuts and toothpicks. On April 27th, the birthday of our national hero, occurred the great Grant Day parade in New York. The corps was present, and it has never done itself so proud as it did in revering the name of the greatest of its Alumni.
15 From our present standpoint we look forward—not over months, but over days, days which seem to drag. But everything has an end. And so (we judge entirely by the fact that others have graduated) will this course; a course looked forward to with glorious antici pations by the embryo cadet, despised and wearisome to the realizer, but always remembered with just pride and deep feeling by its graduates for its bitter-sweet and very severity. And what a staff 'twill be on which to lean in after years; the lower quarter emblemizing the miseries of the fourth-class year—crushed into the ground, bearing not only its proportional strain, but also the weight of superincumbent years; the third, second, and most of the first-class years with pressure, slightly lessening on the way up, and finally the whole topped off with the golden head— the climax, capped for us on that day which will be the happiest of our exist ence—June nth, 1897.
16 Class IRoll.
Henry Abbot, Hillsboro, 111. " Give me some wine : fill full."
"A" ; Academy records for the standing high and broad jumps, and the running high and broad jumps ; Class team, '94, '95, '96 ; in-door meet, '95. '96, '97 ; representative " general ath letics " ; Class representative, Athletic Association ; HOWITZER, '97.
Robert Swepston Abernethy, Gonzales, Texas.
"In this colossal figure—half statue, half mountain—we see a wonderful majesty, a grand serenity, and even a sort of sweetness of expression."
"A" ; foot-ball, substitute, '94, '95, *' centre " and " guard," '96; acting Sergeant; Class team, '95, '96 ; meet, '95, '96, '97; Class tug-of-war team, '95, '96, '97 ; One Hundredth Night, '95.
Francisco Alcantara, Caracas, Venezuela.
aEor thy sake, Tobacco, I' zuould do anything but die."
September member, solus; Hop manager, '96; toasted " the Goats," New Year's,'97; One Hundredth Night, '97; Class tug-of-war team, '97 ; Class foot-ball team, '97.
Frederick William Alstaetter, Gabon, Ohio.
" Thou hast the patience and the faith of saints /" Acting Sergeant.
Hugh LaFayette Applewhite, Brookhaven, Miss.
"A kinder gentleman treads not the earth."
17 Frederick Theodore Arnold, Earlville, Iowa.
"Hoary whiskers and a forked beard."
Thomas Quinn Ashburn, Batavia, Ohio.
"It will discourse most excellent musicP
In-door meet,'95 ; Class team, '95, '96; One Hundredth Night, '93, '94, '95, '97; Color- line, '93, '95 ; choir, '93, '94, '95, '96.
George Franklin Baltzell, Marianna, 111.
"Thy face the index of a feeling mind." Acting Sergeant.
Warren Sumner Barlow, Brooklyn, N. Y.
" The pangs of absence I remove £v letters—soft interpreters of love."
"A" ; base-ball team, '94; One Hundredth Night,'95, '96,'97 ; Corporal; acting Sergeant.
Harry Gore Bishop, Goshen, Ind. llA man of letters, a bard." Class foot-ball team,'95, '96; Class tug-of-war team,'95,'96; wrote One Hundredth Night play, '97, and Color-line, '96; HOWITZER, '97; acting Sergeant.
Sam Frank Bottoms, Gainesville, Texas.
" This is the rarest drea?n that e'er dull sleep Did mock sad fools withal."
Albert Jesse Bowley, San Francisco, Cal.
"Lord of himself unencumbered with a wife"—{now).
Corporal; "B. A." May,'95; Lieutenant; Class foot-ball team, '95, '96; Class tug-of-war team, '96.
James Francis Brady, New York, N. Y. "Ipray thee, Duchess, who is this grave-digger Hast entrapped thy fancy ? " Acting Sergeant.
18 Charles Higsbee Bridges, Jerseyville, III.
11A noble duke, my lord."
Mervyn Chandos Buckey, Washington, D. C.
"Oh, Hell! what have zve here ?" Sergeant; acting Sergeant.
Roderick Leland Carmichael, Marion, S. C.
"He was in Logic a great critic ; Profoundly skilled in analytic ; He could distinguish and divide A hair Hwixt south and southwest side ; On either hand which he would dispute, Confute, change hands, and still confute."
Sherwood Alfred Cheney, S. Manchester, Conn.
"But man is a carnivorous production and must have meals."
Corporal; Sergeant-Major; Adjutant; Hop manager; '94, '95, '96; One Hundredth Night, '94, '96; read HOWITZER, '97; Color-line, '96; toasted " The Academy," Furlough Banquet; Class team, '96 ; in-door meet, '95 ; HOWITZER, '96, '97; Representative for foot-ball, '96.
Seaborn Green Chiles, Fort White, Fla. " The single boon for which he prayed The doctor's charity, was rest."
Toasted " The Hospital," New Year's, '97.
Harold Edward Cloke, Trenton, N. J. "Great zvits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide." Athletic representative, '94; Class team,'95, '96; in-door meet,'95,'96, '97; One Hun dredth Night, '95, '96; Color-line, '96; " Bazoo," '96 ; " Friction Primer," '97; HOWITZER, '95, '97.
Edgar Thomas Collins, Williamsport, Pa. "In zuords, like weeds, III wrap me o'er." Class foot-ball team, '95, '96.
x9 Arthur Stewart Conklin, Elmira, N. Y. "Sensitive ; szvift to resent; but as swift in atoning for error."
Acting Sergeant.
Edgar Thomas Conley, Fairland, Md. "Jove knows I love : But who ? Lips do not move, No man must know."
Class President,'94,'95,'96,'97 ; Corporal; Sergeant; Lieutenant; toasted "The Class," Furlough B anquet, "The Corps," New Year's, '97 ; Substitute foot-ball,'95, '96; Class tug-of-war team, '95, '96.
William Durward Connor, Clinton, Iowa. "Is anybody 1 "A"; Foot-ball substitute,'93 ; Half-back,'94,'95, '96; Captain Academy foot-ball team, '96; Corporal; Color Sergeant; Quartermaster; Hop manager, '96; Academy record 100 yards dash ; toasted " Athletics," Furlough Banquet.
Clarence Richmond Day, Beattyville, Ky. "Out of eternity this new day was born ; Into eternity it might well return."
Class foot-ball team, '95, '96.
Henry Magdeburg Dichmann, Oshkosh, Wis.
*'That face of his I do remember well." One Hundredth Night, '94, '95, '97; Color-line, '96; Choir, '94, '95, '96, '97. Halstead Dorey, St. Louis, Mo. "A terrible fellow to meet in society." Corporal; Sergeant; Captain ; Hop manager, '96, '97 ; Class tug-of-war team, '97.
William Mason Fassett, Nashua, N. H. "A lady of most majestic mien ; By stature and by beauty marked our sovereign queen." Acting Sergeant; Color-line, '96; One Hundredth Night, '97.
20 Harly Bascom Ferguson, Waynesville, N. C.
"A face with gladness overspread."
Sergeant; Acting First Sergeant; Lieutenant; Class foot-ball team, '95, '96.
Harold Benjamin Fiske, Salem, Oregon.
"Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he."
Class Vice-President,'94,'95, '96, '97; Corporal; "B. A." August, 1894 ; Class foot-ball team, '95, '96.
Thomas Taylor Frissell, Cape Girardeau, Mo.
" The Devil straightway went into ecstasies when this man was born."
"A" ; Substitute foot-ball team, '94, '95 ; Academy foot-ball team, '96; Class foot-ball team '94, '95 ; in-door meet, '96, '97 ; Class tug-of-war team, '95, '96, '97 ; Class field-day team, '95, '96.
Bertram Charles Gilbert, Silver City, N. M.
"Beshrezv me, but he hath a quick zuit."
Corporal; " B. A.," August, 1894; Acting Sergeant; Hop manager,'94, '95, '96 ; toasted " The Ferns," Furlough Banquet; toasted " The Ferns," New Year's, '97 ; One Hundredth Night, '96; Color-line, '96.
Chalmers Gaither Hall, Hickory, N. C. "Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound, Ye living men, come view the ground Where ye must shortly lie."
Mathew Elting Hanna, Chillicothe, Ohio.
"An honest man's the noblest work of God."
Corporal; Sergeant; Lieutenant; foot-ball substitute, '96; One Hundredth Night,'95,'96, '97 ; Color-line, '96 ; Field-day team, '96.
Roy Beveridge Harper, Chicago, 111.
" Then clasp me round the neck once more and give me one more kiss."
Corporal; Acting Sergeant; Acting Sergeant-Major ; Lieutenant; Hop manager, '94,'95.
21 George Willis Helms, Roanoke, Va. " I find thee passing gentle ; sweet.''
Acting Sergeant; One Hundredth Night, '94, '95, '97 ; Color-line, '96.
John Hendricken Hughes, New York, N. Y. ^Nor man, nor boy ; yet his years bear lightly."
Frederick Edgar Johnston, Sioux City, Iowa.
" ' Twould be endless to tell you the things that he knezv, Each a separate fact undeniably trueT
Foot-ball substitute, '95 ; tug-of-war team, '96.
Benjamin Martin Koehler, Lamar, Neb. "Thou pensive mm, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure."
Acting Sergeant; One Hundredth Night, '94, '95, '96, '97; Color-line, '96.
Rufus Estes Longan, Sedalia, Mo.
"I have a heart zvith room for every joy."
Corporal; Sergeant; Lieutenant. Wiilard Herman McCornack, Oneida, 111. "HeJs as strong a man as anfs in Illyria."
Corporal; "A"; Foot-ball substitute,'94; Centre, '95; Academy record, 120-yard hurdle, '95, '96; Class field-day team, '95, '96, '97; tug-of-war team, '95, '96, '97 ; In-door athletic meet, '95, '96; Class bowling team, '94; One Hundredth Night, '97; Choir, '97.
Frank Ross McCoy, Lewistown, Pa. "I am the very pink of courtesy."
Sergeant; Lieutenant; Captain; Hop manager,'94,'95,'96,'97; "A" ; Base-ball teams,'94, '95> '9^5 '97 ; Vice-President Dialectic Society, '95; Vice-President Y. M. C. A., '95 ; President Y. M. C. A., '96; toasted "The Superintendent," Furlough Banquet; One Hundredth Night Com mittees, '95, '96, '97. Claude Hamilton Miller, Lynchburg, Va. "Andsoft upon his native heath The Philliloobird sanp-."
Sergeant; Acting First Sergeant.
Lawrence Sprague Miller, Burlington, Vt.
"His wants but fezv, his wishes all confined?
Acting Sergeant; In-door meet, '95, '96, '97.
Seth Mellen Milliken, Belfast, Me. "My conscience clear, my chief' defense ; Oh, would all had my innocence !"
Sergeant; Acting Sergeant.
George Edward Mitchell, Saginaw, Mich. 'He speaks best that hath the skill When for to hold his peace'."
John Kirkpatrick Moore, Mooresville, O. " Work, zvork, zvork, his labor never flags."
Corporal; First Sergeant.
Henry Sims Morgan, Valdosta, Ga. uAt dinner time, I pray you have in mind Where zve must meet."
Corporal; First Sergeant; First Captain; "A"; substitute foot-ball,'94,'95 ; Guard, Acad emy team,'96 ; Field day team, '94, '95, '96; tug-of-war team, '95, '96, '97; One Hundredth Night, '95 ; toasted "The Army," New Year's, '97.
Andrew Moses, Burnet, Texas. " Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower;" Acting Sergeant.
James Noble Munro, Minneapolis, Minn. ' My golden spurs now bring to me, For I shall join the cavalry."
Sergeant; Acting Sergeant.
23 Pierce Ambrose Murphy, Vancouver Bks., Wash.
" Thank Hivin ! a good Amerykin noime at last."
Corporal; First Sergeant; Captain; " B. A.," July,'96 ; Hop manager,'95,'96,'97 ; One Hundredth Night, '97 ; Indoor meet, '95, '96, '97 ; Field day team, '95, '96.
Willard Douglas Newbill, Irvington, Va.
"Zeus tames excessive lifting up of heart."
Sergeant; Acting Sergeant; Hop manager,'95, '96, '97 ; One Hundredth Night,'97; In door meet, '95.
John Calvin Oakes, New York, N. Y.
11There is a fair behavior in thee, Captain."
Corporal; First Sergeant; Captain; Lieutenant; Foot-ball substitute,'95,'96; Captain field- day team, '94, '95, '96, '97 ; Captain tug-of-war team, '97 ; Class representative general athletics, '95, '96, '97; Vice-President U. S. M. A. Athletic Association, '95 ; President U. S. M. A. Ath letic Association, '96; toasted "'97 Class Athletics," Furlough Banquet; "Athletics," New Year's, '97; One Hundredth Night, '94; "A" ; Academy record pole vault.
Winfield Scott Overton, Jr., New York, N. Y.
"Experience teaches slozvly and at the cost of mistakes."
Fred Anderson Pearce, Bentonville, Ark. (See Abbot.)
Academy record for thousand mile walk.
Earle D'Arcy Pearce, Thomson, Ga.
"Remember what you are, and zuho I am."
Acting Sergeant.
Francis Horton Pope, . St. Louis, Mo.
" I would fain beguile the tedious day with sleep."
Corporal; Sergeant; First Sergeant; Lieutenant; Class Secretary and Treasurer.
24 John Carrington Raymond, Germantown, Pa.
" Wouldst thou love ? Then gaze upon me."
Corporal; Sergeant; Lieutenant; Captain; One Hundredth Night,'95; Indoor meet,'95, '96, '97.
Charles DuVal Roberts, Ft. D. A. Russell, Wyo.
"Of many good, I think him best."
Corporal; Quartermaster Sergeant; Acting Quartermaster Sergeant.
Thomas Arnett Roberts, Springfield, Mass.
" What 'cursed hand hath made thee hairless ? "
Corporal; Hop manager,'95, '96, '97; Foot-ball manager, '96; Class bowling team,'94; Field-day team, '95 ; Captain base-ball team, '97 ; toasted " Our Furlough," '94 ; Toastmaster New Year's,'97 ; "The Stars and Stripes;" One Hundredth Night,'93,'94, '95, '96,'97; President Class of '96, '93, '94; Choir '93, '94, '95, '96; HOWITZER, '94, '95, '96.
Edward Anthony Roche, Westerly, R. I.
"Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me."
Edwin Oliver Sarratt, Gaffney, S. C.
" The younger hearings are quite ravished, So sweet and voluble is his discourse."
Corporal; Sergeant; Acting First Sergeant; Lieutenant; Class orator, July 4th,'96; Class Historian; toasted " The Staybacks," Furlough Banquet; President Dialectic Society, '96; Color line, '96; One Hundredth Night, '97 ; wrote Color Line Play, '96; wrote One Hundredth Night Play '97.
Frank Marion Savage, Center, Ala.
"A man he was to all the country dear."
Acting Sergeant; "A"; Foot-ball end, '95, '96; Class representative Athletic Association, '94 ; Foot-ball representative, '96.
Edgar Alexander Sirmyer, Bay City, Mich.
" Was ever man so weary ? "
One Hundredth Night, '97 ; Choir, '97.
25 Henry Carpenter Smither, Denver, Col. "How stern of lineament, how grim ! "
Corporal; " B. A." August, 1894; Lieutenant; Over New Cadets, '96; General Representa tive, Athletics, '94 ; Foot-ball substitute, '95, '96; "A" ; Captain of the scrubs, '96. (First scrubs to beat Academy team in game.)
William Stanley Valentine, Houston, Texas. '' Thy spirit, independence."
Corporal; Sergeant; Acting Sergeant-Major; Lieutenant.
Lyman Maury Welch, San Francisco, Cal. " He was a shrezvd Philosopher ; Whatever the crabbed'st author hath He understood tf implicit faith." Class foot-ball team, '96.
Louis Casper Wolf, Sheboygan, Wis. "Bold, aggressive, not a goat Th is Wolverin e, the old coyote.''
Corporal; Sergeant; Acting First Sergeant; Lieutenant.
John Girardin Workizer, Joplin, Mo. "Ihave a dim remembrance of this man. He zvas a bold and reckless character ; a sun-burnt Dutchman."
Representative Athletic Association, '94; Representative for base-ball, '97; Class foot-ball team, '94, '95, '96 ; in-door meet, '95, '96, '97 ; HOWITZER, '95, '96, '97 ; " Friction Primer," 97.
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oo o en CLASS COLOR : — Crimson. Class Officers. President, LYTLE BROWN. Vice-President, A. E. WILLIAMS. Secretary and Treasurer, W. F. NESBITT. Athletic Representative, T. F. MAG INN is. Hop Managers. CONRAD S. BABCOCK, EDWIN D. BRICKER, ALEXANDER E. WILLIAMS, FRANK C. BOGGS, JR., DAVID L. STONE, EDMUND N. BENCHLEY, ROBERT C. DAVIS, WILLIAM F. NESBITT, CHARLES W. EXTON. 29 Ifoistort of '98. jOU will learn all about that in your second class course," is an answer that has parried many of the questions propounded by inquisitive "'yearlings." If, then, after having passed through this year of vast accumulations of knowledge, some of us discover that we do not know all things, we at least have the rather empty but pleasant satisfaction of having forgotten more than most men ever learn. The time of furlough might be regarded as belonging to the period of which we write. Strictly speaking, however, its history is one of individuals rather than that of a class; it was a period of unconformity and of ununiformity, and of which each man has his own little story—not to tell. The joy with which a second-classman takes up his light (?) burdens in Sep tember could scarcely be detected by the most delicate indicator of that blithe some feeling, nor can he make himself seem happy even by the most powerful means of self-induction. Her letter, at that season, may come by every mail, but at best there is a long time between the mails. So the interim is full of misery for him who erstwhile was a furloughman. But if he be so fortunate as to get those dainty missives two and three at a time, he may be as happy and smile as unceasingly as does our own fragile McKlouskey. The time of great transition, from furloughmen to normal second-classmen—the most sober of all the sober—passed painfully away, and carried with it two good members from the already much thinned ranks of '98. We number in the fifties now, only half of the numerous but humble band that did the country such good service in the days of Camp Cullum. 30 Equation " E " soon came round to us in all the sublimity with which it has met and conquered so many "goats" in days gone by. After some few weak attempts at doubting, and a consequent heavy loss in tenths, everybody began to express on all occasions the most implicit faith and belief in that old formula. All of us procured a "physical image " and fell down and worshiped it. How ever, it was given us to understand that we were at liberty to doubt, if we so desired, that no inquisition would be practiced. Of course, it is not necessary to state that we found it to be a very wise plan to believe. Our course in Mechanics was not much perturbed by such demoralizing occurrences as lectures; officers of the day did not have to strain their melodious voices by turning out the second class. Ah ! Winkleman, Winkleman, you were often looked for in vain, and when you did come, it was to wind up the guard-house clock. Yet all your faults and neglect must be overlooked, because you are surely one of those men so kind and just that 'twould be impossible for you to give us more than we deserve, or—as much. Everybody knows about the "red bound book." Should there be any one ignorant of our career in "Wave Motion," let him seek out little Davie Stone, and hear the latest and most impartial version of our trials and shipwreck among the breakers of that turbulent sea of darkness, misunderstanding, and hideous sounds. B. Enochs could also tell a graphic and realistic story, but although B. is the soul of honor, he is excitable on this one subject and might not be as cool as Stone. Phil, wTe are about to bid you farewell, a long farewell. We hope with all the malice of our natures that you will be the same to all succeeding second classes, and that you will find them to your liking. Nevertheless, in saying good-bye to this dread old enemy, we must not overlook the good he has done us. If it had not been for Phil, would Jimmie Jordan ever have changed his role of a " gold-brick sharp " and "green-goods man" into that of a " hop fiend " pure and simple? If it had not been for Phil, would Baby Meade have ever "spooned" from the cemetery gate to the south guard house, as he now bi-weekly does? Hammond and Snickle Fritz same ? If it had not been for Phil, would Fox Connor have ever given the second section a rest by going to the first ? 'Twould be impossible to narrate any history of a second class and fail to say something kind about "chem.," the wonders of the old magic lamp, the 3l vagaries of the still more magic wand of soft iron, and the most approved golfic broadsword use of the section-room pointer. On making our debut in Chemistry, we were informed that on account of various and sundry hidden traits of our character, not known to ourselves, and, of course, to no one else, we were destined not to furnish any very celebrated exponents of the black art from amongst our number. This we might have assumed "a priori" without any risk of disappointment, if Bradford had not been with us. During the course his questions in the Black Art lecture-room have shown him to be as deeply versed in the lore of this uncanny subject as those of Johnson, J. C, have proved him to be in that of " Wave Motion." All praise is due to these profound thinkers and sage questioners. The former has by mental analysis and comparison dis covered an animal which can walk, run, swim, and fly all at the same time; the latter has shown that Fresnel was all wrong, and has by his questions so often delayed the game that the sweet notes of the bugle became of more frequency in that section than did the recitations. Since we have turned our attention to geology, mineralogy, electricity, magnetism, common rocks, practical electricity, et cetera, the study of chemistry proper has been discontinued by all but one. He pursues the subject through the mere love which he has cultivated for it, and probably cannot be induced to abandon the pursuit until June comes with relief. Jerry, he from windy and far-off Kansas, clings to Bloxam, heat, and the essen tial principles with overweening fondness. In writing of the prominent figures in the domain of chemistry, great injustice would be done if T. Merrill's achievements were not mentioned. In Physiology and Hygiene Tommy loomed up as a potent factor, head and shoulders above all other aspirants. It was after Physiology had been forgotten, though, that T. gained most notoriety. At eleven o'clock he used to march and then countermarch half his section, also at twelve he would do likewise with the other half. After a while the section became so proficient that he did not deem his presence necessary to their manoeuvres, so he remained at home until sent for. When we look back upon the journey through the chemical department, we cannot help but remark that it was over a rocky road, especially the last half; yet it was through a new and not uninteresting country, peopled by strange mammals and rare birds, and abounding in rich minerals and precious stones. This year's experience in the Drawing Academy gave our artists an oppor- unity to make a display of talent which may stand unsurpassed forever. "Ike 32 Walton's Man" will always be remembered as something sufficiently unsym- metrical to do honor to a dime museum ; " D. Berry's Goat " was so true to his master that the critics saw and made a note of the resemblance; and Ceed A. Read constructed in perspective a pile of blocks in which he made use of some of the most unique, "measley," "worm-eaten," "wobbly" lines that ever graced a sheet of Whatman's. He " took it away." All these beautiful pictures, together with many others of equal celebrity, and by masters equally famous, will be unveiled for public inspection some time in June, before the twelfth of the month, so there is no need of further comment on them. In leaving the Draw ing Academy we can say in all truth and earnestness that no second class ever did or ever will pass through it more smoothly and with less of the unpleasant than have we; but in saying this, we attribute only a small part of the credit to ourselves, for most of it belongs elsewhere. We have written our history as one of Academic duty, because our time was spent in the performance of such duty. The idle moments were fewer and farther between than the name second class "snap " seems to warrant, besides, what occurred at those times was mostly private experience. The doings of the class in foot-ball and other matters of general interest are recorded elsewhere in THE HOWITZER. Our second year's riding has been full of interest to us for more than one reason. We gloried in the possession of our own special horses. Nearly every one seemed to cultivate a love for his horse solely from a feeling of proprietor ship. "Mary" Ridenour dearly loved old Braddock; he would smile, oh! so fondly, as he sat in the tan bark and watched Braddock's heels fly past on each side of his head. On the plain Hammond would try to induce Keyes to leave the herd in order that they might enjoy each other's companionship alone. Read seemed to think that it would be a very nice thing if he could take old Wheeler down to see the neat little village of Highland Falls. Mifty Martin was the only one who proved false to his charge. He deserted Sykes on the ground that the latter insisted on riding "English," something that Mifty could not tolerate from any horse. One marked change in the riding of this year from that of last was that Pete Boggs did not deem it obligatory nor very graceful to dismount, bald spot inverted, every time he turned a corner in the hall. As for charming the gallery, nobody could hope to compete with William Nye Butner. Bill and his horse Comly were both of such impetuous natures that they had to be sepa- 33 rated in order to save the lives of the other members of the platoon. Immedi ately upon this separation interest began to lag, and a falling off in the gallery attendance was noticed. Maybe a second-classman has less to look forward to in the immediate future than other members of the corps. June brings us no furlough this time, nor are we going to graduate, nor is it so gleeful a transition from second to first-class man as it is from "plebe" to "yearling." Yet how many of us will be in danger of being " found " when we become first-classmen ? Will we not " feel safer than we ever felt before "? Whose June will the days soon be reckoned to ? Indeed, if our joy this June is not the wild, exuberant feeling of a furloughman, it is far deeper, and its calmness makes us feel so sure that it is genuine and will last and grow in strength as time wears on. With this little bit of self-comfort ing, we are ready to say good-bye to our second-class days and all that pertains to them. It is a glad good-bye. Not because the course has been unpleasant, for this year has been the best of the three, but because we expect the next year to be yet better, and because we know the year after will be so very much the best. Whatever may be our sorrows and whatever may be our joys, we are ready now and always to sing, as we used to do when thinking of home and furlough, To the Corps that knows no equal, To the famous Black and Gray, To the Army and the Stars and Stripes We'll e'er allegiance pay. But our first love shall be always, In our hearts the deepest seat, For the crimson band of union In the class of ninety-eight. 34 Class IRoll. CONRAD S. BABCOCK, Washington, D. C. EDMUND N. BENCHLEY, Worcester, Mass. DANIEL G. BERRY, Carmi, 111. FRANK C. BOGGS, Norristown, Pa. JAMES H. BRADFORD, Columbus, Ohio. EDWIN D. BRICKER, : Chambersburg, Pa. EARL I. BROWN, Carrollton, Ga. LYTLE BROWN, Nashville, Tenn. HENRY W. BUTNER, Stony Ridge, N. C. ROBERT B. CALVERT, Kokomo, Ind. CLARK CHURCHMAN, , . Wilmington, Del. WILLIAM E. COLE, Willard, Utah. Fox CONNOR, Slate Spring, Miss. MALIN CRAIG, Washington, D. C. G. MAURY CRALLE, Blackstone, Va. ROBERT C. DAVIS, Lancaster, Pa. BERKLEY ENOCHS, Ironton, Ohio. CHARLES W. EXTON, , Clinton, N. J. AMOS A. FRIES, Central Point, Oregon. WILLIAM W. FISCUS, JR., , Kittanning, Pa. JOSEPH F. GOHN, Danville, 111. JAMES B. GOWEN, Brooklyn, N. Y. WILLIAM W. HAMILTON ; - Dalton, Ga. HAROLD HAMMOND, Rushville, 111. GUY V. HENRY, Jefferson Barracks, Mo. CHAUNCEY B. HUMPHREY, Wichita, Kan. RALPH E. INGRAM, South Lee, Mass. JOSEPH F. JANDA, Kewaunee, Wis. JACOB C. JOHNSON, Benton City, Mo. LAMBERT W. JORDAN, JR., Seneca, S. C. ROBERT D. KERR, Green Bank, W. Va. MONROE C. KERTH, Cairo, 111. 35 HERBERT A. LAFFERTY, Denver, Col. D. EDWIN W. LYLE, Battle Creek, Mich. THOMAS F. MAGINNIS, Duluth, Minn. EDWARD H. MARTIN, New York City. ROBERT J. MAXEY, Hot Springs, Ark. MANUS MCCLOSKEY, Pittsburg, Pa. F. KEY MEADE, Boyce, Va. THOMAS E. MERRILL, Cincinnati, Ohio. HARVEY W. MILLER, . Syracuse, N. Y. CHARLES H. MUNTON, Morgan, Mich. WILLIAM L. MURPHY, Council Bluffs, Iowa. WILLIAM F. NESBITT, Cleveland, Ohio. HENRY L. NEWBOLD, Washington, D. C. GEORGE A. NUGENT, Duluth, Minn. CURTIS W. OTWELL, Independence, Kan. ALVAN C. READ, . . . Baton Rouge, La. EDGAR RIDENOUR, Peru, Ind. WALLACE B. SCALES, Paris, Texas. EARNEST D. SCOTT, Stoddard, Neb. CLARKE S. SMITH, Vandalia, 111. MARCELLUS G. SPINKS, Meridian, Miss. JOHN E. STEPHENS, Brentwood, Tenn. DAVID L. STONE, Greenville, Miss. ROMULUS F. WALTON, Marion, Ala. IRA C. WELBORN, Mico, Miss. DAVID P. WHEELER, ., Zanesville, Ohio. ALEXANDER E. WILLIAMS, X Fayetteville, N. C. WILLIAM P. WOOTEN, Lagrange, N. C. 36 O en en < •J U CLASS YELL :—Boom Rah ! Boom Rah / West Point, ' gg ! Boom / Rah ! Rah ! Rah / CLASS COLOR:—Royal Purple. Class Officers. President, ROBERT C FOY. Vice-President, CLIFTON C. CARTER. Secretary and Treasurer, MICHAEL J. MCDONOUGH. Athletic Representative, CHARLES A. ROMEYN. Hop Managers. WILLIAM KELLY, FREDERICK B. KERR, LLEWELLYN W. OLIVER, EPHRAIM G. PEYTON, GEORGE W. STUART, EVAN H. HUMPHREY. 39 Ibfetor^ of '99. JEAVY is the responsibility that rests upon the shoulders of him whose duty it is to record the deeds of great men. Truly the histo rian feels the weight of that responsibility as he takes his pen in hand to write of the doings of '99, and of the fortunes and misfortunes which have befallen the class since last the tale was told. The seasons have rolled around but once since the sons of '99 were plebes, but the experiences of that one short year have been many and various—boys we were then, men we are now—plebeans then, yearlings now. The days of the first year of West Point life—days which, it seemed then, would never reach an end, now hold but a small place in the memories of most of us. The interest in the present, the anticipation of the future have all but obliterated the bitterness of those weeks of trial and tribulation. Plebe camp is to our minds now nothing more than a hazy nightmare of years ago; plebe January is remembered scarcely more distinctly, and the whole year fades into a very dim background when we think of the pleasures that have been ours since the moment we broke ranks after seeing '96 graduated. The graduation week of 1896 was a happy one for us plebes. But one oral examination fell to our lot, so we had occasion to appear before the frowning Academic Board in our new dress coats and our year-old brace but a short mo ment, in which we gave the visitors examples of "French as she is spoken (at West Point)." The examinations over, we set out to enjoy the week of festivities as best a plebe can, and we succeeded well. We began "spooning" at once. *' Bobby '' Howze mistook a lot of plebes for first-classmen the afternoon of the sea- coast battery drill, and introduced the whole crowd to the Board of Visitors. The 40 plebes didn't mind it a bit, and " Bobby " never knew that we were just " coming out." The night of June nth found us in the hop-room en masse; we always did like '96, so we consented to dance at their last cadet function. We all filled our cards with the names of femmes we never had heard of before, and some of the men felt afterward as though they might have gotten along about as well if they never had met those fair ones. But we had a good time that night. Who but the new-born yearling can know of the exultation a fellow feels when the upper classman, whom he has admired and dreaded for a whole year, comes up, taps him familiarly on the shoulder, calls him by name, leaving off the hated " Mr." and tells him that his " next partner is just over in the corner ; come along and meet her." Who but the plebe, coming out of a year's seclusion from society life, can know the full joy of whirling through the crowd of dancers with his arm encircling a dainty feminine waist the night of Graduation Hop? Life, which for us had been so long painted in very heavy washes of " Payne's Gray," began to take on more roseate hues; we debutants decided that existence at West Point might not be so bad after all, and when the orderly sounded the recall at 1 A. M., June 12th, every '99er escorted his lady home, feeling that his first taste of the brightness of cadet life had been very sweet indeed. Next day we began to live in true yearling style. Deep as was our admira tion for '96, not one of us experienced a single regret when we saw Bob Powers receive his sheepskin from the hand of General Miles, for with the graduation of the last man came our transition from plebeans to yearlings. The march back from the exercises that closed the career of the Class of '96 seemed all too long, for every man was eager to hear the " makes " read out, and many were dreaming already of the gold lace corporal chevrons. But, alas ! the hopes of more than half the class were dashed to earth. First came the list of captains, then lieuten ants, then the sergeants, but there the orders ended. We broke ranks, and '99 had nobody to put into the tank. However, that disappointment did not cast a shadow on the happiness of the day. We gave our class yell with so much life that we all lost our voices at once ; we shook hands with all those '98 men against whom we'd nursed so many grievances; we called each upper classman "old boy," and tried to appear to the crowds that thronged the area as if we had just become first-classmen instead of only yearlings; in fact, we simply reveled in the new atmosphere, and each assured the other that if only the "corps" had been made he would be supremely happy. 41 Then came camp, and a right jolly camp it was, too; not one of the boister ous, riotous camps that we read about, but a peaceful, easy-going, pleasurable sort of camp ; no wild excitement, but just enough spice to keep everybody (especially the "tacs") wondering what was to happen next. Reveille on the Fourth of July found that old blunderbuss across No. 2 spiked with a rat-tail file, and to make assurance doubly sure the bore was plugged with turf, and other such ammu nition, so we were obliged to content ourselves with being awakened by the band, with no cannon accompaniment. The plebes went on guard for the first time that day, and many were the ghosts and spirits that hovered about them during their midnight tour. And so things went. Dicky chased Ray J. B. down " B " Com pany street one night, but failed to catch him. The Farmer had better luck on another occasion when he tackled Sep Whittaker hard and held him fast till the corporal of the guard came to put " Sep " in arrest. At exactly half-past ten one fair evening every water-pail in camp took to itself wings, flew a few feet in the air, and then fell in the company street with a loud bang. Of course nobody was responsible for such a manifestly supernatural occurrence, but the officer in charge ordered twelve yearlings to be put on guard to walk post in the company streets to " keep the peace." And in spite of all these little functions that were going on all the time, twenty men bloomed out with corporal chevrons about August ist, the first " makes " of '99. Camp Hooker sped by all too quickly; there were the charming P. M. E. drills, the tennis tournament, in which " Vif " Brown won " single " honors for '99; the hops and concerts where the spoonoids held forth, and many other occupations that made the time pass as if on wings, so that the "Color Line" was upon us before we were ready for it. The entertainment proved a grand success, and then but one more day of yearling camp was left for us. On that day the furloughmen returned, so that on Saturday, the 29th, the entire battalion marched to barracks, and Camp Hooker was but a happy memory in the minds of the yearlings. The class mourns the loss of many men since the academic year begun. Four men succumbed to the terrors of the examination in Analytics last November; seven more gave up after January, while three were turned back for a year. In other respects fortune has smiled upon us. We developed some astonishing horsemanship in the short time that we went to the riding hall, notwithstanding the fact that Captain Jim informed each platoon every day that it had the 42 " poorest lot of riders in the class." The record of the in door gymnasium meet in March shows a goodly number of first and second prizes to '99's credit, and taking the whole year into consideration, 1896-97 has been successful for us. But our good time is yet to come. A few short weeks and we shall be leaving on furlough—that three months of enchantment to which every plebe and yearling looks forward with the most eager anticipations, and upon which every second- classman looks back with the happiest memories. So, with a clean record behind us and with high ambitions for the remainder of our career in the Academy, we look forward to our short vacation with light hearts and close our history as we do our " battery meetings," with the lines, " If Ninety-nine's furlough is coming next June, Oh ! let it be soon !" 43 Class IRoll SAMUEL TILDEN ANSELL, Coinjock, N. C. FRED RADFORD BROWN, Cornwell, 111. WALTER STEVENS BROWN, North Bridgeton, Maine. CHARLES MICHAEL BUNDEL, Shawn, Pa. GEORGE WOODBURY BUNNELL, Oakland, Cal. WILSON BRYANT BURTT, Hinsdale, 111. LLEWELLYN NOEL BUSHFIELD, Elizabethtown, Ky. LAWRENCE DU VAL CABELL, Dallas, Texas. ROBERT CALVERT, .... Kokomo, Ind. CLIFTON CARROL CARTER, Lexington, Ky. NATHANIEL CHAMBLISS, Salina, Ala. CHARLES BROOKS CLARK, . Medford, Mass. HENRY BENJAMIN CLARK, Harvard, 111. LE VERT COLEMAN, Huntsville, Ala. FRANCIS NEAL COOKE, Louisburg, N. C. ARTHUR SIDNEY COWAN, Orono, Maine. CLARENCE DEEMS, JR., Fort McHenry, Baltimore, Md. STANLEY DUNBAR EMBICK, Boiling Springs, Pa. CHARLES COOK FARMER, JR., Mt. Carroll, 111. HENRY BLOW FARRAR, • St. Louis, Mo. PIERCE CURRIER FOSTER, Washington, D. C. ROBERT CHERRY FOY, .... Eufaula, Ala. FRED HAYES GALLUP, Boone, Iowa. CLYFFARD GAME, Moorhead, Minn. RALPH STUART GRANGER, Wrest Winstead, Conn. PATRICK WILLIAM GUINEY, Fall River, Mass. 44 LAWRENCE HALSTEAD, Cincinnati, Ohio, GWYNN R. HANCOCK, Governor's Island, N. Y. Harbor. JAMES HANSON, Huron, S. D. GRAYSON VILLARD HEIDT, Atlanta, Ga. STUART HEINTZELMAN, Washington, D. C, CHARLES DOUGLAS HERRON, Crawfordsville, Ind. EVAN HARRIS HUMPHREY, • Washington, D. C. IRVIN LELAND HUNT, Point Arena, Cal, THOMAS HERBERT JACKSON, Montague, Mich. GEORGE D. JARRETT, Tugala, Ga. FRANK CARSON JEWELL, Beloit, Wis. JAMES JUSTICE, * • Belton, Texas. WILLIAM KELLY, • West Superior, Wis, FREDERICK BLAIR KERR, Clearfield, Pa. LEON BENJAMIN KROMER, Grand Rapids, Mich, JOHN D. LONG, Columbus, Ind, DUNCAN KENNEDY MAJOR, JR., New York, N. Y. EDWARD MURPHY MARKAM, Troy, N. Y. ALBERT N. MCCLURE, Humphrey, Ky, MICHAEL JOSEPH MCDONOUGH, Boston, Mass, REGINALD EDWARD MCNALLY, Springfield, Ohio, WILLIAM TOPPING MERRY, Ilion, N. Y, JOSIAH CHARLES MINUS, St. George, S. C. HARRY ELWOOD MITCHELL, Mattoon, 111. GEORGE VAN HORN MOSELEY, Evanston, 111, JESSE C. NICHOLLS, Tuscaloosa, Ala. LLEWELLYN WILLIAM OLIVER, Escanaba, Mich. WILLIAM TAYLOR PATTEN, Governor's Island, N. Y. Harbor. ROBERT HALFORD PECK, San Diego, Cal, EPHRAIM GEOFFREY PEYTON, Columbus, Miss. JEROME GRAY PILLOW, Helena, Ark. ALFRED BURPEE PUTNAM, Maiden, Mass, LEWIS HATHAWAY RAND, Plainfield, N. J. JAMES BUCHANAN RAY, Bardwell, Ky. JAMES COOPER RHEA, Strawn, Texas, HUGH AUCHINCLOSS ROBERTS, Savannah, Ga. HECTOR A. ROBICHON, Brooklyn, N. Y, CHARLES ANNESLEY ROMEYN, , Ft. McPherson, Ga. HERMAN WALTER SCHULL, Watertown, S. D. GEORGE SHERWIN SIMONDS, Cresco, Iowa. HORTON WHITEFIEID STICKLE, . Anamosa, Iowa, 45 GEORGE WASHINGTON STUART, Chariton, Iowa. CLEMENT AUGUSTUS TROTT, Milwaukee, Wis. FREDERICK WILLIAM VAN DUYNE, Newark, N. J. ALBERT EDWARD WALDRON, Chicago, 111. HENRY NEWELL WAY, Gibson City, 111. HUBERT LLEWELLYN WIGMORE, Los Angeles, Cal. JAMES ALBERT WOODRUFF, Governor's Island, N. Y. Harbor. HALSEY EDWARD YATES, Lincoln, Neb. 46 I. fc# py I r 1f^ «fW\ fa o CO CO &R»>v»w «: u hfes^ssr?i1*"**"* T*,' CLASS YELL : — / / / / / / / / / / CLASS COLOR :—Livht Blue. Class Officers. President, WALTER S. GRANT. Vice-President, GEORGE B. PILLSBURY. Secretary and Treasurer, LEWIS S. MOREY. Athletic Representative, FRED C. DOYLE. Hop Managers. GEORGE B. COMLY, JOSEPH A. BAER, EDMUND M. RHETT, SAMUEL R. GLEAVES, ROBERT F. JACKSON, UPTON BIRNIE, JR. 49 Ibistor^ of 1900. lARLY one June morning—early for " Cits " —a little party of pros pective il new cadets" were discussing whether it would be the " Century Class," "Tenty-ten," or " Naughty naught," and as a subject of minor importance some few here and there were making plans as to how they were going to run this institution; one little runt asking if little men were ever made first captains. We received our uniforms at the Cadet Store, and were " dragged " over to the Tenth Division and taken in tow by four Cadet Sergeants and a Cadet Lieutenant. After a very pleasant introduction in the " office," we decided to wait awhile before we would control the destinies of the corps, and by supper we were firmly convinced that competent hands were already at the helm. Beast Barracks ! Those happy days ! As old Sol rose over the Highlands, like little whip-poor-wills, we piped our plaintive lay to Pat, the policeman. With what expectancy we awaited the "sole" stirring yell " New Cadets turn out promptly!" How swiftly passed those little hours in which we held com munion with Nature in one of her various forms, under the gentle leadership of those yearling drillmasters. We never could explain the affinity of the butts of our guns for our toes. How those two quires of foolscap disappeared in writing explanations, and how that indelible ink did spill itself over everything ! How we did sleep after a dose of that " bracing " stuff that they kept down in the " office !" " The just " of proverb fame weren't in it with us. But, alas ! the years will roll by— a little habit years have—and " beast barracks " was soon a thing of the past. 5o With many misgivings we packed up our household utensils and " dragged " them over to camp. We were rather surprised with our reception. We imme diately installed ourselves as housekeepers for the battalion, with now and then a little interference from the '" tacs." After a week or two we marched (on the upper classmen's heels) to dinner with the battalion and went out to parade and dropped a few bayonets. What with "spooning" f guns, "dragging" wash and mail and the company streets, and furnishing amusement for the upper classmen—very often to the " Irish Washer Woman," " fourth verse," artisti cally played upon a one-stringed fiddle—"taps " would worry around. There never was an hour so slow in coming around as ten o'clock. Toward the end of camp we gave a Color Line Entertainment. The upper classmen wanted to help, so we let them do the talking parts, because some of their friends were in the audience, and they (the upper classmen, not the friends) wanted to stand down near the front of the stage, but we made the most noise—we did the sing ing. Next day the furlough men made our acquaintance, and then we joyfully marched back to barracks and Math. After a " plebe camp " anything in the shape of Math, was welcome. But what a swath it did cut in our ranks ! In January, and later in March, when we offered up our sacrifices to Bourdon and Legendre; when we said good-bye to the man who marched next to us, and saw our athletes go, we realized in part what is meant by that word "found." But choking down those big lumps, we turned our faces toward June and rushed along. We let the furlough class help a little at the Hundredth Night enter tainment, which we gave to the first class to remind them that they could be with us only one hundred days more, and now we are galloping down the home stretch with June and " yearlingdom " almost in reach. 51 Class IRoll. EDWARD MAGUIRE ADAMS, Washington, D. C. ERNEST EDWIN ALLEN, St. Louis, Mo. FRANK PORTER AMOS, Kimball, Neb. CHARLES LEWIS BAENDER, Moberly, Mo. JOSEPH AUGUSTUS BAER, Reading, Pa. GEORGE HATHAWAY BAIRD, Chicago, 111. THOMAS ALBERT BARCO, Cleveland, Ohio. JULIAN ARNOLD BENJAMIN Garrison's, N. Y. UPTON BIRNIE, JR., Philadelphia, Pa. JESSE SMITHSON BOLTON, Memphis, Tenn. FRANK SAYLES BOWEN, Cedar Rapids, Neb. PRESSLEY KENNEDY BRICE, Winnsboro, S. C. WILLIAM STACY BROWNING, . Brooklyn, N. Y. FREDERICK LEROY BUCK, Erie, Pa. FRANKLIN LIVINGSTON CALLISON, Jamesport, Mo. CLIFFORD CARLETON CARSON, Muncie, Ind. GEORGE BLANCHARD COMLY, Indianapolis, Ind. DENNIS HADLEY CURRIE, Glen Rose, Tex. EDWIN GRIFFITH DAVIS, Samaria, Idaho. FRANK EDWIN DAVIS, Ft. Wayne, Ind. CLARENCE DEEMS, JR., . Baltimore, Md. GORDON ALEXANDER DENNIS, Shreveport, La. VARIEN DELMAR DIXON, Dixon, Ky. EDWARD ELBERT DOWNES Crockett, Tex. FRED CHARLES DOYLE, Boston, Mass. ALFRED JAMES EHRMAN, • Baltimore, Md. RAYMOND HOPE FENNER, Virginia City, Mont. CHARLES LEWIS JOHN FROHWITTHR Bolton, Mass. WILLIAM COLVIN FROST, . New Salem, Pa. HARRY FRIEDERICK GII.MORE ... Plattsville, M is. HERMAN GLADE, Crown Point, Ind. SAMUEL REID GLEAVES, Wytheville, Va. HENRY ROBERT GLYNN, North Chili, N. Y. EDWARD SETTLE GODFREY, JR., . Ottawa, Ohio. JAMES GOETHE, Varnville, S. C. WALTER SCHUYLER GRANT. Ithaca, N. Y. STANLEY BOND HAMILTON, Reno, Nev. CHARLES GODFREY HARVEY, St. Louis, Mo. ERNEST EDDY HASKELL, Bridgewater, Mas.'. 52 ROBERT EDWARD HENRY, Hague-on-I.ake George, N. Y. LEROY TURNER HILLMAN, Indianapolis, Ind. JAY PAUL HOPKINS, Cassopolis, Mich. THOMAS MEREDITH HUNTER, Baltimore, Md. ARTHUR PENRHYN STANLEY HYDE, New York City, N. Y. ROBERT FENWICK JACKSON, Middletown, Conn. IRVING JACOB JOSEPH, New York City, N. Y. GEORGE KERSHAW, Macon, Ga. FERNEY GEORGE LANE, Keosauqua, Iowa. . CHARLES ROBERT LAWSON, . Gloucester, Mass. MICHAEL LUERY, Chicago, 111. GUSTAVE RUDOLF LUKESH, Akron, Ohio. CHARLES FLETCHER MARTIN, Indian Bay, Ark. AUGUSTINE MCINTYRE, Chattanooga, Tenn. JOHN MCMANUS, Chester, Pa. LEWIS SIDNEY MOREY, San Antonio, Tex. WILLIS VIRLIN MORRIS, Dayton, Wash. MORTON CLAIRE MUMMA, Findlay, Ohio. EDWARD PORTER NONES, Louisville, Ky. WILLIS GRANDY PEACE, Oxford, N. C. GEORGE PERKINS, La Crosse, Wis. JEROME GRAY PILLOW, Helena, Ark. GEDRGE BIGELOW PILLSBURY, Lowell, Mass. FXANCIS AMORY POPE, Phillipsburg, Kan. JAMES PRENTICE, Batavia, N. Y. LEONARD WILLIAM PRUNTY, Wamego, Kan. EDMUND MOORE RHETT, Charleston, S. C. JAMES PARSONS ROBINSON, Ottawa, Kan. VERNS LA SALLE ROCKWELL, • . . Monroeton, Pa. WILLIAM STANTON ROOT, Buffalo, N. Y. WILLIAM PHELPS SIMMONS, Richmond, Ky. JOHN RODOLPH SLATTERY, . . Cincinnati, Ohio. LOUIS SOLELIAC, JR., . Allentown, Pa. WILLIAM PROVINES STOKEY, Canton, Ohio. ARCHIBALD HENRY SUNDERLAND, . . . , Delavan, 111. RICHARD MORGAN THOMAS, Wilkes-Barre, Pa. FRANK ASTOR THOMPSON, Round Pond, Me. WILLIAM TIDBALL, , New York City, N. Y. THOMAS MILLIKIN VAN DER VEER, Hamilton, Ohio. LOUIS JOSEPH VAN SCHAICK, . Cobleskill, N. Y. JOHN WATSON, Shawnee, Kan. CHARLES MACON WESSON, Centreville, Md. WILLIAM IRVING WESTERVELT, Corpus Christi, Tex. FRANK OUTHOUSE WHITLOCK, Wrinona, Minn. JOHN WILLIAM WILEN, Martinsburg, W. Va. ALFRED WILSON, Franklin, Pa. ROBERT ELKINGTON WCOD, Kansas City, Mo. GEORGE CREIGHTON WRIGHT, Ogdensburg, N. Y. GILBERT ALBIN YOUNGBERG, Cannon Falls, Minn. 53 Officers and Council for 1897. President, PROF. WRIGHT P. EDGERTON. Vice-President, CAPT. WM. B. GORDON. Secretary, LIEUT. WALTER A. BETHEL. Treasurer, LIEUT. PALMER E. PEARCE. Representative for Base-Ball, LIEUT. JOHN H. RICE. Representative for Foot Ball, LIEUT. WILDS P. RICHARDSON. Representative for Tennis, LIEUT. RICHMOND P. DAVIS. Representative for General Athletics, MR. HERMAN J. KOEHLER, 54 Cjf^ ORGANIZED DECEMBER IQTH, 1892. Officers and Council for 1896*97. President, JOHN C. OAKES, '97. Vice-President, WM. F. NESBITT, '98. Secretary and Treasurer, THOMAS HEINTZELMAN, '99. Representative for Foot-Ball, SHERWOOD A. CHENEY, '97. Representative for Base-Ball, JOHN G. WORKIZER, 97. Representative General Athletics, FRANK M. SAVAGE, '97. Class Representative, 'gy, HENRY ABBOT. Class Representative, yg8, THOS. F. MAGINNIS. Class Representative, 'gg, CHARLES A. ROMEYN. Class Representative, igoo, FRED C. DOYLE. 55 Paragraph 10, of the By-Laws of the Association, has been amended to read as follows: PAR. IO.—" The privilege of wearing the initial 'A,' for Army, on the sweater, jersey, jacket, cap, or other article of athletic uniform shall be restricted to those members of the Association who have actually played on an Academy first team in at least three games with an outside team, or who have broken a record of the Association at one of its regular annual field- days, or one game with the Naval Cadets. The color of the initial so worn shall be gray." List of Those Entitled to Wear the " A." "f" indicates foot-ball; "b," base-ball; "r," Academy record. Class of 'gj. ABBOT, r. McCORNACK, f. ABERNETHY, f. MORGAN, f. BARLOW, b. OAKES, f, r. CONNOR, f, r. ROBERTS, b. FRISSELL, f. SAVAGE, f. MCCOY, b. SMITHER, f. Class of 7g8. BRICKER, b. MAGINNIS, r. CRAIG, f, b. NESBITT, f. ENOCHS, f. SCALES, f. HUMPHREY, f. SCOTT, f. • WILLIAMS, f. Class of 'gg. BURTT, f. HEINTZELMAN, f. COWAN, b. KROMER, b. FOY, f. ROMEYN, f. HUMPHREY, f, b. WALDRON, f. WAY, f. Class of igoo. BAENDER, f. HUNTER, f. 56 Htbletice < m H tJ »-] T. A. ROBERTS, '97, MANAGER. CONNOR, '97, captain, half-back. HALL, 1900, centre. HUMPHREY, C. B., '98, right guard. WILLIAMS, '98, left guard. SCALES, '98, left tackle. MORGAN, '97, right tackle. SAVAGE, '97, right end. BURTT, '99, left end. HUMPHREY, E. H., '99, quarter-back. NESBITT, '98, half-back. ROMEYN, '99, full-back. Substitutes. FRISSELL, '97. ABERNETHY, '97. CRAIG, '98. WALDRON, '99. 59 tfoot^Ball '96. HEN the foot-ball season for 1896 opened at West Point the question universally asked was, " What will we do without King, Lott, Nolan, Stacy, and Berry ?" And it was indeed a hard one to answer. The team that had won such a reputation in its games with Harvard, Yale, and Brown had practically disappeared, and of the old familiar faces there appeared but three: Connor, Savage, and Romeyn ; so that the statement that our team was entirely new is not far out of the way. However, it is not the custom at West Point to allow difficulties to daunt us, and the fact so many places remained to be filled seemed only to increase the interest felt by both the candidates for the team and the corps in general. That the interest in foot-ball has greatly increased in the past two years is evidenced by the crowds of men who watched even the preliminary practice and runs, and as time went on many of the "rooters" exhibited a profound knowledge of the game. Practice was formally opened this year on August 31st, when Lieutenant King was with us for a few days; it was then remarked that we were particularly fortunate both as regards quantity and quality of men to choose from. Of old favorites and stand-bys, the faces of McCornack and Foy were missed, and it was conceded that a great effort would have to be made in order to fill their places acceptably. Practice went vigorously on during September, directed by Graves, King, Lott, and Nolan, ably seconded by Connor, and the men began to separate into groups according to their relative superiority. 60 Our first game was played on October 3d with Tufts College, resulting in a score of 27-0 in favor of West Point. On October ist the A. O. A. A. succeeded in securing Geo. P. Dyer as coach for the remainder of the season, as it was found that Graves could not be secured. This game seemed to indicate that our team would be at least as strong as that of '95. On October 10th we were to have played Trinity College, but October 8th word was received that they would be unable to play on account of injuries to players received during a game with Harvard, October 7th. No efforts were spared to obtain another team, but they proved unavailing, and thus the schedule was one game short. On October 17th we met Princeton and were beaten by 11-0 ; this game was a disappointment to many, as it was defensive throughout, but it proved a very instructive one. October 24th we met Union, and in a very weak game on their part, defeated them, 44-0. There were no special points of interest in this game ex cept that Gilmore was tried at tackle for the first time, and gave promise of becoming a worthy successor of Foy. Abernethy also gave us a little exhibition showing how a guard should run with the ball after catching a kick-off. On October 31st we met Yale and were defeated 16-2 in a hard fought game. In this game West Point proved herself as strong as Yale in all respects except in blocking kicks—every gain of any consequence made by Yale being made on blocked kicks. Just why this was will never be fully agreed upon, for during the remainder of the season our line showed up as strong as that of any team that came here. We had the misfortune to lose Humphrey in this game, and also for the rest of the season on account of the injury then received, and his loss was severely felt, though after changing Williams back to guard, with Scott at the other, our centre proved, as in former times, practically im pregnable. Of the Wesleyan game much need not be said—simply that the result was a tie, 12-12—-and that it taught us the lesson that it is not possible to play good foot-ball with a disunited team. As one of the officers very truly remarked, that was the only game played here for a long time that was a reproach to us, and while we may have our own opinions as to the primary cause, let us not fail to profit by the experience, and let us avoid a repetition of such an affair. 61 Passing over the game of the scrubs for the moment only, we come to the crowning glory of the season—the defeat we gave Brown. It was under stood fully by both teams that this was to be a battle royal, and every man was fully aware that the result of this game would practically fix our position for the year. No effort was spared to get the team in proper condition, and in this con nection it may be stated that as long as the memory of the game lives at West Point so long will the corps say "all honor and credit to Lott and Stout for their splendid work for the glory of the corps." Those two men, ably assisted by Mr. Dyer, practically made a new team out of our men in five days, filling them with hope and infusing their own energy and life throughout not only the team but the whole corps. Who could watch the practice and hear Stout's voice above all other sounds as he hauled every man over the coals who was not in stantly and constantly on the jump ? Who could hear him and not feel a thrill pass through him, and whether he be player or rooter, officer or cadet, not feel a wild desire to get into the game and eat somebody up ? We will not attempt to describe the game, but will content ourselves by saying that we won by a score of 8-6, and that there was not a sane man in the corps for at least an hour after the last whistle sounded. And now we will make a few comments on some of the players, and give a prophecy or two about the future of the team. First we will take up Connor's case. Who ever thinks of Katy Connor now without feeling a desire to pound him on the back and otherwise bruise him up, to show him how much we think of him? From the beginning of the Tufts game to the end of the Brown his record is one of brilliant playing. On the offense, his end-running has not been equalled by any back seen here since Thorne played ; and as to defense, it has been the universal opinion of judges of foot-ball that he stands head and shoulders above any player seen at West Point this year. His work as a captain speaks for itself, for the men were a unit in declaring their confidence in his judgment, and one and all gave him their hearty support. Hurrah for Connor, boys, and see to it that you support Nesbitt as loyally next year as Connor was supported this. Pop Savage fulfilled our expectations as an end, and, in conjunction with Scales, made the right end of our line a veritable stone wall—and so Yale found it, and after a few yards had been lost in fruitless efforts to penetrate it they gave it up as a bad job and turned their attention elsewhere. 62 Scales and Nesbitt are two men who proved towers of strength on both offense and defense. As line-buckers we will not admit any one that played here this year as their superiors. Church has probably not to this day succeeded in ex plaining how it was that he didn't play horse with that much talked-of West Point tackle. Any of its could explain if we were only asked, and our reply would be that he had met his match in everything but experience, and that next year the two men would in all probability have their positions reversed. In run ning with the ball these two men show an absolute disregard for the safety of life or limb of the men seeking to tackle them, and I have yet to see either of them downed without a gain. No account of the team, however brief and limited, would be complete with out a tribute to the great work done by Hall. For an absolutely new man his development has been wonderful. His play in the last game was far superior to that of his opponent, and not even McCornack got into more plays. A few words must be added about the scrubs, the hardest worked men in the Academy, and the men who apparently get the least credit. To them is due an equal share with the first team of the glory of the season, for without them no such team could have been developed. The amount of spirit and sand that it takes for men to get out on the plain day after day and be pounded around, is not imagined by any man who has not been there; but yet our men came out and played with more spirit at the end of the season, when all hope of making this year's team was gone, than they did at the start, when all things were possible to a good man. Their organization was splendid, and much credit is due to Smither for his good work in perfecting it. There will be an abundance of good men to choose from next year, and there will be the advantage of having nearly all of them men of experience. 63 r W £j>\ <1 W H PQ w I UR game with the Seventh Regiment, N. G. S. N. Y., on Decoration Day brought to a close a very interesting base-ball season. Although the team did not taste of the sweets of victory as often as the most ardent supporters might have wished, yet the games were always ex citing, and seldom was victory assured to the winning team until the last man was out in the last inning. In spite of the fact that the '96 base-ball team played a somewhat losing game, it was certainly the equal of any of its predecessors, and A. G. Lott, '96, for the second season captain of the team, deserves great credit for its develop ment. Owing to the lack of time for practice, the team not having time for even a single practice game during the week, we have no base-ball coach, and the entire work of training and systematizing the play falls upon the captain's shoulders. But Lott was just the man for the place and succeeded in turning out a strong team. About thirty candidates started training, including six members of the pre vious year's team, and from these the players were selected. Finding no pitcher who could exactly fill the bill, Lott himself went from behind the bat into the box, and certainly acquitted himself very creditably. His control, which was almost perfect, aided by good curves and excellent judgment, made him a very effective pitcher. His former position behind the bat was exceptionally well filled by L. Brown, Jr., '99, whose throwing to bases was always a feature of the game. Second base, made vacant by the graduation of Stout, '95, was success fully held down by Cowan, '99; while Kromer, '99, and Goodale, '96, divided the time at third. These men, with the " veterans," completed the team. 65 The season was opened on April 18th by a very close and exciting game with Lafayette. Each side had scored but one run up to the ninth inning when a mis- undersKnding of the ground rules with respect to a ball thrown into the crowd let the visitors score the winning run. This was a fine showing for the opening game of the season as Lafayette proved themselves no easy meat for some of the strongest college teams in the country. The following Saturday we defeated Rutgers in a well-played game by a score of 13-4. May 2d saw a very exciting game with the University of Vermont. This was probably the most brilliant game of the season, "grand stand" stops and plays following each other in rapid succession. Both teams alternated in the lead, but Vermont finally landed the game with a score of 9-8. Two weeks later Trinity defeated us by a score of 10-6, and Lehigh did likewise on May 23d, by a score of 7-1. Our game with the Seventh Regiment was a very fair one. The day, Deco ration Day, was made the occasion of a large excursion of Seventh Regiment people, and thousands of spectators cheered the many brilliant plays of the game. Both pitchers were very effective and the teams played almost perfectly, each nine making but two errors, one of which on each side was excusable. The visitors finally won the game, 4-1, but not without a gallant struggle on the part of the cadets. Hobart was billed for May 2d, but they canceled the date, and the game with Vermont was secured instead. The management is to be congratulated on getting so good a team on such short notice. Union abandoned athletics for the season and so canceled her game for May 9th, which date the management was unable to fill, so only six games were played. In conclusion, it may be worthy of notice that our batting and fielding aver ages were .253 and .872 respectively, while those of the visiting teams were .250 and .880. This partially justifies us in the belief that the team was out of luck. Below is appended a table of the season's games: April 18th, West Point, I. Lafayette, 2. April 25th, West Point, 13. Rutgers, 4. May 2d, West Point, 8. University of Vermont, 9. May 16th, West Point, 6. Trinity, 10. May 23d, West Point, 1. Lehigh, 7. May 30th, West Point, 1. Seventh Regiment, 4. 66 '96 Base-Ball Team. S. M. KOCHERSPERGER, '96, Manager. A. G. LOTT, p. (Captain). G. S. GOODALE, 3d b. L. BROWN. JR., C. S. E. NOLAN, 1. f. E. L. KING, ist b. R. J. BURT, C. f. A. S. COWAN, 2d b. F. R. MCCOY, r. f. L. B. KROMER, 3d b. B. ENOCHS, sub. R. S. GRANGER, sub. 67 polo, '96. EVOLUTIONS in the traditions of the Military Academy have, in one instance at least, awakened among old graduates no regrets for the changes since "we were cadets." Athletics have made no enemies. We never hear an objection based on " I never heard of it before." The most recent introduction is polo, and it has not come to die. Once in a game, once having played, another disciple is added, and the game is. more firmly established as not only one of the not too many modes of recreation of the corps, but as a mode of instruction. The credit of introducing and establishing the game is due almost entirely to the efforts and encouragement of First Lieutenant Robert L. Howze, Sixth Cavalry, who not only furnished the materials—mallets, balls, copies of rules, etc.—but by his mediation obtained the horses, and was always ready and willing to lend his presence and instruction to the games. In this he was ably seconded by Lieutenants Cassatt and Smedburg, of the Fourth Cavalry; and to these two officers is due the entire credit for the continuance of the game after the departure of Lieutenant Howze. The game is now but two years old, the Class of '96 being the first to play it. Probably three-fourths of them enjoyed its advantages, and have taken with them to their several posts a knowledge and love for it which cannot but hasten the general introduction of this most excellent sport throughout the army. And, indeed, this is the ultimate object of polo as taught and played here. "In the army there's sobriety," but there should also be something else. Polo is pecu liarly adapted and fascinating to the military man. To the most excellent exercise 68 it adds an absorbing interest, and cultivates a seat and horsemanship hardly attain able in any other manner. The Class of '97 have been even more favorably and largely attracted to the game; hardly a man who has not played, and certainly no player has failed to become its advocate. Many have become quite expert—all have a proficiency which would pull them through a West Point examination. The greatest dis advantage of polo as played here is the lack of suitable horses and the consequent restrictions upon the gait. This has, however, been partially neutralized by the readiness and willingness with which the best horses for the purpose have been placed at the disposal of the cadets by Captain Parker. And the fact that the horses are always saddled and ready on the field is a great convenience to the players, whose time is only too limited. Nearly every officer on the post has, in •a measure, contributed to the success of this new athletic venture, and the game is destined to endure. Each class will become more and more interested, and in time, to play polo will not be the least first-class joy to which the aspiring second-classman will look forward. And it might not be too much to hope that a few years will see regular polo ponies provided at the Academy, with all the necessary arrangements to sup port a regular team. Polo may yet rank with the base-ball and foot-ball of the Academy of which every graduate, old or young, is now so proud. 69 jfielb 2>a& 1896. ILTHOUGH the elements were against everything in the nature of out-door sports on the morning of June ioth, the sun shone brightly on the nth, and our field day, began under very unfavorable aus pices, terminated very successfully. As in the year before, it took the last event, the 440-yard run, to decide between '96 and '97. But this time it ended differently and '97 was declared the winner. Owing to a driving rain after the completion of the running high jump, the remaining events were postponed till the next day, -when, in spite of the wetting the contestants got the day before, several new records were established which it is not likely will be soon broken. As before, each class was allowed two entries. The system of scoring being 10 points for first, 7^ for second, then 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 for the 3d, 4th, 5th, etc., respectively. This method being used instead of the inter-collegiate ostensibly because it was believed that it would bring more entries than any other method. That is, that a man knowing he cannot win an event may be induced to enter in hope of getting a point or two for his class. Whether this way is better than the inter-collegiate can only be guessed at, as the latter has never been tried here. But it is to be hoped that it will be in the near future. List of the events and winners : EVENTS. 100-yard dash, BARLOW, '97, 10 2-5 seconds. Running high jump, ABBOT, '97, 5 feet 4.)4 inches. Running broad jump, DALLAM, '96, 19 feet II inches. 220-yard dash, SKELTON, '96, 23 2-5 seconds. Throwing 16-pound hammer, BERRY, '96, 93 feet 8 inches. Pole vault, OAKES, '97, 9 feet 6 inches. 120-yard hurdle, MCCORNACK, '97, 16 4-5 seconds. Standing broad jump, ABBOT, '97, 9 feet 11^ inches. Putting 16-pound shot, DALLAM, '96, 39 feet. 440-yard run, MCCORNACK, '97, 52^ seconds. V In the ioo-yard dash, a very popular event here, there were 8 entries, the limit, and Barlow, '97, won in a close finish in 10 2-5 seconds, a fifth slower than our record, but considering a wet turf track it was a very creditable performance. In the running broad jump Cheney, '97, who had done excellent work in practice, sprained his ankle at the take-off on his first trial which threw him out of both this event and the 120-yard hurdle, in which he had also shown excellent form. The event was won by Dallam, '96, with 19 feet n inches. This, too, in a steady downpour of rain. The running high jump was won by Abbot, '97. Neither he nor Murphy, '97, were out at 5 feet 4J4 inches, but as it gave the class ist and 2d it was thought best to stop and the remainder of the games were postponed till the fol lowing day. The nth was bright and cloudless, though a trifle cool for best performance. The 220-yard dash was one of the most hotly-contested races ever run at West Point, and Shelton, '96, was declared winner by the judges; Connor, '97, second. Time, 23 2-5 seconds. In no event was more improvement shown over last year than in throwing the hammer. Berry, A. P. '96, beat his previous record by 15 feet, winning with 93 feet. The others were not far behind, and we expect to see a record of at least 100 feet established in the near future. This event is one that scarcely any one has tried before coming here. The pole vault was won by Oakes, '97, with 9 feet 6 inches to his credit. He took Cheney's place in the 120-yard hurdle race. The standing broad jump was won by Abbot, '97, with 9 feet n^ inches, breaking his previous record of 9 feet io1^ inches. While this is not generally included in the list of out-door events in inter-collegiate games, we are forced to have it here since, owing to a lack of time for training, we cannot have 880-yard and mile runs. Dallam, '96, as always, while here, won the shot-put with 39 feet. The 440-yard run, closing the meet, our longest and most trying race, was won by McCornack, '97. It was a race from the word go, and they all came into the homestretch in a bunch, but McCornack gamely forged to the front and won the day for '97. 72 Ifn^boor Btbletics. O the casual newspaper reader, it may seem that our athletic successes are limited almost entirely to those of the out-door variety. He reads in the fall of our foot-ball games, and again in the spring of our base-ball games, and of our track and field sports. But little does he know of the inside workings of this institution with respect to physical development, of the hours spent in work and exercise. In fact, on almost any winter afternoon our complete and finely-equipped gymnasium presents a very lively appearance. Cadets from every class may be found there exercising and practicing on all the machines, and often acquiring a very high degree of profi ciency in gymnastic work. The results of this work and perseverance on the part of the cadets appear each year at the " Annual In-door Meet," held, gener ally, about the middle of March in the gymnasium. Here it is that the improve ment which has been worked for manifests itself, and even the most inexperienced spectator cannot fail to notice it. Athletic records always suffer, while each year gymnastic feats of greater difficulty are performed with a greater degree of perfection. This year, the In-door Meet, the third of the series, occurred on the evening of Saturday, March 13th. As heretofore, it was under the auspices of the Army Officers' Athletic Association with a cadet committee in charge of the meeting. The athletic events were governed by the rules common to such contests, while for the machine events special rules were adopted. To assist the judges, two exercises, which each contestant was required to perform, were selected by the committee, assisted by Mr. Koehler. After this, the contestant could perform 73 one of his own selection. In this way a fair comparison could be made between the different contestants. Probably the most noteworthy performance of the evening was the standing high jump of Abbot, '97, who established a new record for this event of 4 feet n1^ inches. This record falls but a few inches short of the World's record for the event, and in all probability it will be some time before it is broken here. Barlow, '97, equaled the record of 2 2-5 seconds for the 20-yard dash, while Heintzelman, '99, duplicated his last year's performance of clearing 6 feet 8 inches in the fence vault. New records were also established for the pole climb ing and rope climbing contests and for the potato race, Glade, 1900, setting the figures in the two first-named events at 6 seconds and 9 seconds respectively, and Heintzelman, '99, those for the last named at 34 4-5 seconds. Not less successful were the gymnastic events. Never before was such all- around form displayed, and never before were the decisions of the judges so hard to make. In nearly every case the prescribed exercises were faultlessly executed, while the "voluntaries" were creditable in the extreme both in selection and in execution. The all-around work of Perkins, 1900, and of Foster, '99, deserves special mention as being strictly first-class. The exhibitions, though lacking the added interest due to close competition, were among the best executed and best received events of the evening. Maginnis and E. H. Martin, '98, engaged in an exceedingly clever boxing bout, which was highly appreciated by the spectators. W. E. Gillmore, 1900, gave a remark able exhibition of strength, lifting full-grown men as if they were infants. But the most popular exhibition of the evening was the tumbling of Abbot and Workizer, '97, and E. H. Humphrey, '99. In these men the U. S. M. A. can boast of as fine a trio of tumblers as are ordinarily to be found among pro fessionals. Their exhibition displayed remarkable suppleness and agility, the result of the hardest practice. The only class event of the evening was the tug-of-war, and the greatest interest had been taken in preparation by the teams of the different classes. The teams of '98 and '97 won the preliminary heats from '99 and 1900 respectively, leaving them to face each other in the final struggle. Amidst the most intense excitement, the '97 team pulled the '98 team over the line, the time taken, 1.24, being the longest since these meets were inaugurated. Just before the final heat of the tug-of-war, Captain Gordon, in behalf of 74 the Army Officers' Athletic Association, distributed the prizes to the winners and seconds of the evening's events. Following this he took occasion to present each member of the Class of '97, who had played on the Academy foot-ball team, with a souvenir foot-ball. The banner which '97 won last field day was then pro duced, and was formally presented to.the class, Cadet Oakes, Captain of the team, replying with a few appropriate remarks. With the tug-of-war ended the most successful meet yet held, and there is every reason to hope that the succeed ing ones may be more so. List of winners and seconds of the events : Athletic Events. Winner. Second. Distance. Standing high jump, ABBOT, '97, WATSON, 1900, 4 feet 11^ inches. Standing broad jump, ABBOT, '97, MAGINNIS, '98, 10 feet. Putting 16-pound shot, SCALES, '98, NESBITT, '98, 37 feet ^y2 inches. Fence vault (first class), HEINTZELMAN, '99, ABBOT, '97, 6 feet 8 inches. Fence vault (second class), FOSTER, '99, PERKINS, 1900, 6 feet 6 inches. 20-yard dash (final heat), BARLOW, '97, P. A. MURPHY, '97, Time, 2-1 seconds. Winner of all-around athletic prize, ABBOT, '97 Gymnastic Events. Winner. Second. Horizontal bar, FOSTER, '99, PERKINS, 1900. Parallel bars, PERKINS, 1900, FOSTER, '99. Long horse, MUMMA, 1900, JEWELL, '99. Side horse, PERKINS, 1900, KROMER, '99. Flying rings, PERKINS, 1900, FOSTER, '99. W7inner of all-around gymnastic prize, PERKINS, 1900 Miscellaneous. Winner. Second. Time. Potato race, HEINTZELMAN, '99, KROMER, '99, 34I seconds. Pole climbing, GLADE, 1900, E. H. HUMPHREY, '99, 6 seconds. Rope climbing, GLADE, 1900, MERRILL, '98, 9 seconds. Winning Tug-of-War Team, Class of '97. '97 Tug=of=War Team. J. C. OAKES, Captain. R. S. ABERNETHY, H. C. SMITHER, H. S. MORGAN, G. E. MITCHELL, W. H. MCCORNACK, F. ALCANTARA, T. T. FRISSELL, H. DOREY. 75 FOUNDED 1824. Officers. President, EDWIN O. SARRATT, '97. Vice-President, WILLIAM P. WOOTEN, '98. Sec'y and Treas., EDWTARD M. MARKHAM, '99. Librarian, FRANK R. MCCOY, '97. During the past year lectures were delivered before the Society by Professors Michie, Tillman, and Davis. Two entertainments, the "Color Line" and the il Hundredth Night," were given, and were eminently successful. 76 t—I P4 o o u Color %inc Entertainment Given by the Dialectic Society, Thursday Evening, August 27th, 1896, consisting of a Two-Act Play, entitled, IFnsifce anb ©uteifce, In which a very successful attempt was made to portray to our Camp Hooker visitors the two phases of cadet camp life—the " Inside and the Outside." Written by EDWIN O. SARRATT, '97, HARRY GORE BISHOP, '97, FRANK ROSS MCCOY, 97. CAST OF CHARACTERS. Col. Fairfax—A Kentucky gentleman of leisure, who mixes his drinks and metaphors, and goes out with the boys occasion ally, E. O. SARRATT, '97. Miss Kathleen—The Colonel's niece, B. C. GILBERT, '97. Lieut. W. H. Apollo, of the U. S. Infantry, who is in love with Miss Kathleen, J. C. RHEA, '99. Mr. "Goat" Contour—Who is frequently in "con" when not walking "tours," H. E. CLOKE, '97. Mr. Maxwell, of the ist Section, also in love with Miss Kath leen, F. H. GALLUP, '99. 79 Mr. Boodlelemo—An epicurean and general favorite. Has a large correspondence with Charles & Co., F. C. JEWELL, '99. Miss Pulljambe—An elderly cousin of Miss Kathleen, . . L. B. KROMER, '99. Lieut. Bobego—The Military Feature of the evening, who expects to sweep all before him, and probably reverse the rotation of this terrestrial ball, W. D. CONNOR, '97. Shadrach—The Colonel's valet, a colored gentleman fully im pressed with his master's importance, A. F. MORRISETT, 1900. Cadets, S. A. CHENEY, C. G. HALL, H. G. BISHOP, '97, and A. J. PUTNAM, '99. Femmes, W. KELLY and R. E. MCNALLY, '99. Chorus—Messrs. HANNA, HELMS, KOEHLER, BARLOW, CHENEY, HALL, DICH- MANN, and FASSETT, '97; PUTNAM, COOK, FARMER, and KROMER, '99; GRANT, LEE, SULLIVAN, VAN DER VEER, HASKELL, BOLTON, GILMORE, W. E., WESTERVELT, ROTH, BAENDER, BAIRD, and HARVEY, 1900. Timekeeper, H. R. GLYNN, 1900. Hopoids, Spoonoids, Picnickers, and Astronomers. SYNOPSIS OF THE PLAY. Time—A plebe will tell you later on. ACT I. Inside. SCENE.—Company Street in Camp. "I don't think they ought to sterilize our throats." Battalion returns. The white shirt. "Lady or gentleman!" The Colonel waxes eloquent and bewails the dying out of old customs. "Sore feet! sore feet! !" Shadrach and the hopoids. Now look out for the time. Camp felicity and infelicity. Maxwell walks the Company Street, while Goat breaks a few regulations by coming over to talk to him. Who will get her, "Max," "Boodle," or "Goat"? The "tac" appears. "Other Cadets" are "dragged." "Did you get anymore?" The Astronomy detail returns. ACT II. Outside. SCENE.—Flirtation Walk. Kosciusko's Garden. Max well tries his hand. " Why is this called Kosciusko's garden ? " The first tale. Miss Sara Toga. "Thanks, I am here, Mr. Boodlelemo." "Boodle" is not 80 content with so distant a relationship as cousin, and tries to bring Kathie to the same state of mind. The second tale. The cigarettes. The P. M. E. squad. Contour and Kathie show up. The third proposal and the third tale. Apollo and Bobego take a walk. " Carry your hands back !" The picnickers. " Dey's sum leff, sah!" "Do you really see your future husband in the water?" Oh! that back piazza of the hotel when cadets are asleep. Ecce homo ! / COMMITTEES. Entertainment. S. A. CHENEY, W. D. CONNOR, E. M. MARKHAM, E. O. SARRATT, F. R. MCCOY, S. HEINTZELMAN, H. G. BISHOP, H. E. CLOKE, M. J. MCDONOUGH, B. C. GILBERT, E. T. CONLEY, F. E. JEWELL. Programme. H. E. CLOKE, H. G. BISHOP, M. J. MCDONOUGH, Scenery. H. C. SMITHER, G. V. HEIDT, M. J. MCDONOUGH, J. G. WORKIZER, H. E. CLOKE, R. B. HARPER. J. P. PILLOW, Reception. F. R. MCCOY, W. D. NEWBILL, II. DOREY, F. ALCANTARA, R. B. HARPER, L. BROWN, JR., F. H. POPE, J. P. PILLOW, G. V. H. MCSELY. Musical Directors. II. M. DICHMANN, E. M. MARKHAM. H ffl O W H Q W P4 Q ... programme... ©ne Ifounbrebtb IRl^bt Entertainment First Night, Saturday Evening, Feb. 20th, 1897, West Point, N. Y. The Magnificent and Soul-Stirring Production, (Selon, £$rant of Sfcinopolis, ©n 2>rill3isle. Being a short and very interesting account of life and events in that ideal city. Written with no malice aforethought by EDWIN OLIVER SARRATT, '97 and HARRY GORE BISHOP, '97. Music, ... U. S. M. A. ORCHESTRA. Address by President of Dialectic Society, MR. SARRATT, '97. Reading of the " Howitzer," MR. CHENEY, '97. Music, U. S. M. A. ORCHESTRA. SYNOPSIS OF ACTS. Time—Any old time. ACT I. SCENE.-—The Imperial Plaza. Opening Chorus, Gelon's return from a victorious war with certain rebellious subjects. The Embassy from King Boreobooligardo. Tom is sent for. " 'Tis so I sacrifice my heart on the altar of state." The standing army have a "few movements now." Lieuts. Leather- head and Arpie at loggerheads over the game of golf. The kinder seem funny (Symphony) run athwart. Dr. Stranders. Lieut. Socrates of the Peripatetic school gives his section a lecture, after disposing of Sr. Boomdiego, and the sec tion flies off in a tangent. ACT II. SCENE ist.—Gelon's private office. Jack appears, and Tom di vulges the plot to bamboozle old Gelon and King Boreobooligardo. A glimpse of the inner workings of the Skinopolis government machinery. Lieut. Leather- head tries to march on and off guard the same morning. Mr. Fiedike is re ported. Sr. Boomdiego applies for permission to sell fruit. Citizen Harper seeks a divorce. U. C. Skin. " Much more of this myself I'll drown, Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown." SCENE 2d.—The Royal Dining Room. The dearest little girl in all the world. "One kiss, sweet, before I go to my wedding." "Arrah, go on." Preparations for the wedding. Mr. Maloney takes "liberalities" with Mrs. O'Hooligan. A lively scene, "Can yez do this?" The wedding of Tom to the Cannibal Princess. A real mess hall dinner. Wedding chorus. Vocal renditions by captured Armenians in native costumes. SCENE 3d.—The Princess' bed chamber. " This masquerading is simply—." Mosquitoes are bad on Drillzisle. The plot thickens. Tom's coon. The cham bermaids try to do their duty. U. C. Skin under the bed. "Ah, music hath charms to soothe even the savage breast." The Princess Lullaby. ACT III. SCENE.—Gelon's field headquarters. Lieut. Socrates takes his engineers to the front. Gelon goes to the reserves. " Reserves very important." Capt. Jim Maharbal appears with his sharpened sabres, and amuses himself awhile. Sr. Boomdiego again. The tryst. " Quick, darling, I must get you to a place of safety." Dr. Sawney gets in his work. Lieut. Socrates develops into a sprinter. Boreobooligardo is routed. U. C. Skin appears again. " A great victory, great victory, I won it." "Bless you, my children." Things that are to happen after June nth. "On with the hop, let joy walk no punishment tours.'' 84 (Mon, ft\>rant of Sfctnopolts. In three Acts, with music between the same. CAST. Gelon—The Tyrant himself, who knows where to look for a good staff and has a keen eye for business, MR. GALLUP, '99. Lieut. Grane—Late of the U. S. Artillery, now Com-1 mander-in-Chief of Gelon's standing army, ....___, 0 J y MR. SARRATT, 97. Capt. Jim Maharbal, in charge of the Skinopolis Cav- 1 airy Det, J Lieut. Leatherhead—Chief of Police, Head of the Secret Service Department, and Enforcer of the Sumptuary Laws, . MR. J. C. RHEA, '99. Tom Gelon—Nephew and Heir of the Tyrant; educated at West Point; engaged to the daughter of the Grand Vizier, but forced to break the engagement temporarily, MR. FISKE, '97. Jack—A Cadet friend of Tom, who assists him in getting ^| out of his difficulties, > MR. CLOKE, '97. The Cannibal Princess, Lil, impersonated by Jack, . . J Maude—Daughter of the Grand Vizier; the sweetest little girl in all the world, MR. KELLY, '99. Lieut. Arpie—A golf player, , . .... MR. HEINTZELMAN, '99. Dr. Sawney—The Surgeon of the Army, MR. MURPHY, '98. Dr. Stranders—Dentist to H. R. H. Gelon, who knows a joke when he hears one, and is one of the boys, MR. MCCORNACK, '97. U. C. Skin—The enterprising Friction Primer Reporter, . . MR. NEWBILL, '97. Lieut. Socrates—Chief of Engineers and Instructor in the Skinopo lis Peripatetic School, whose footprints all pointed the wrong way at the Battle of Boozle Boozle, MR. WELCH, '97. Cannibal ^ r MR. BAIRD, 1900. Cannibal J y? 1 MR. HASKELL, 1900. Sr. Boomdiego—A fruit vender, impressed into Engineer Corps, MR. ALCANTARA, '97. Barkeeper of McCoy's Red Lion Saloon, MR. DICHMANN, '97. Mrs. O'Hooligan, MR. MAGINNIS, '98. 85 Mrs. Maloney, MR. KERR, '99, Mr. Maloney, MR. RHEA, '99. Butler, . MR. MCINTYRE, 1900. Mrs. Gelon, MR. FASSETT, '97. Artillery, MR. WESTERVELT, 1900. 25th Infantry, MR. BOLTON, 1900. Commander of the Combined Forces, ...... MR. ASHBURN, '97. THE KINDER SEEMFUNNY. Echo, MR. SIRMYER, '97. Gory, MR. HANNA, '97. Smed, MR. KROMER, '99. Chambermaids, Soldiers, Servants, Orderlies, Skinopolis Maidens, Populace, etc., etc., by Members of the Chorus. DOUBLE QUARTETTE. ASHBURN, '97, JEWELL, '99, NUGENT, '98, PUTNAM, '99, HANNA, '97, DICHMANN, '97, KROMER, '99, VANDERVEER, 1900. CHORUS. ASHBURN, '97, NUGENT, '98, MCNALLY, '99, WESTERVELT, 1900, HANNA, '97, OTWELL, '98, COOKE, '99, BOLTON, 1900, BARLOW, '97, JEWELL, '99, VANDERVEER, 1900, BAIRD, 1900, HELMS, '97, KROMER, '99, GRANT, 1900, HUNTER, 1900, SIRMYER,'97, PUTNAM,'99, HASKELL, 1900, MUMMA, 1900. CALVERT, '98, SCHULL, '99, Leader and Director, T. A. ROBERTS, '97. Manager, H. G. BISHOP, '97. COnniTTEES. Scenery. Chairman, MR. SMITHER, '97. MR. HARPER, '97, MR. WOODYARD, '98, MR. PILLOW, 1900. MR. WORKIZER, '98, MR. MCDONOUGH, '99, MR. FROHWITTER, 1900. Reception. MR. CONLEY, '97, MR. BENCHLEY, ' MR. CARTER, '99, MR. FERGUSON, '97, MR. BOGGS, '98, MR. MARKHAM, '99, MR. CHILES, '97, MR. HENRY, '98, MR. BUSHFIELD, '99. MR. MURPHY, P. A., '97, Costumes. MR. T. H. POPE, '97, MR. A. J. BOWLEY, '97. 86 Meetings in Y. M. C. A. Hall every Wednesday and Sunday evenings. President, FRANK ROSS MCCOY, '97. Vice-President, ALEXANDER E. WILLIAMS, '98. Corresponding Secretary, ALBERT N. MCCLURE, '99. Recording Secretary, EPHRAIM G. PEYTON, '99. H Meet point booking Backward Great Fletcher never treads in buskins here, But greater " Buck" Johnston doth here in socks appear. T seems strange to be looking back over the history of so famous an institution as the United States Military Academy and to observe the great changes that Time, Science, and Culture can produce. Between the years 1880 and 1900, cadets at the Academy knew little more than the length of their own noses. The subtle and untrained powers of electricity were to them but objects of awe and wonder. Their institution was based on a system of mathematics and memory. They studied equations until it seemed that they proved they had proved nothing. In the early dawn of the age of experiment, the age of practice—the first half of the twentieth century, when such men as Edison, Tesla, Roentgen, and others, had opened the gates of knowledge to the whole world—the United States Military Academy seemed to awake like Rip Van Winkle, as it were, from a lethargic stupor. It was one of those balmy September afternoons, the leaves of the trees made old " Cro' Nest " look like a huge Oriental rug in the light of the sinking sun ; all the air a solemn stillness held, like the calm that precedes the tempest. In one of the historic rooms of the old cadet barracks, where more than one great man has planted the seeds of his career, are three cadets. One is slouching on the bed smoking a huge pipe; another, with his feet cocked on the radiator, cap down over his eyes, is whistling a popular air, while the third is reading some old volumes of Bill Nye, having the laugh all to himself. The first is a distant rela- 88 tion of the great Tesla, who lived some time in the nineteenth century. The second is a great grandson of the famous Roentgen, who lived about the same time. The third is a direct descendant of a deceased officer of the United States army. His name is Johnston. His great-grandfather was renowned for the in vention of an instrument known as the Buckometer. He was also famous for his system of revolving wheels, which is said to be very complicated and intricate. "I say, Buck," began Tesla, blowing a large ring of smoke to the ceiling and rising from his couch, "what's this joke the cadets used to have on your great-grandfather about a Buckometer ?'' Buck smiled one of his sickly smiles and remained silent. "Let Buck alone, Tesla, he's thinking," said Roetgen. " Oh, saw off, idiot! I'm going to jolly Buck if I want to." " Now, men, I want you to be serious with me for a moment," began Buck, in a far-away manner. " I have a new scheme for collecting sound and—" "I'll be fudged if I ever thought you were such a crank, Buck," said Roentgen, who had heard of Buck's schemes before. " Crank! He's no crank, for the simple reason that you can't turn him," . laughed Tesla. " Then he's a rusty crank." "I surely won't be turned from my purpose, whether I'm rusty or not," said Buck with decision. " I'll ask you again will you listen to my scheme ?" Tesla and Roentgen bowed resignedly, each braced himself in his chair, gave vent to a deep groan and said, " Go on." "Well, fellows, I have an apparatus—not a Buckometer," said Buck, with a tremor, " which consists of certain electrical arrangements which I have stored up my chimney, and the secret of their construction remains with me. To cut the story short, I claim to be able to collect the sound waves of the past, so that what was uttered centuries ago can be heard to-day." "Pretty good, old man !—but I can't see the policeman until—" " I don't give a ' billy-be-whooped ' * whether you laugh or not," said the indefatigable and irrepressible Buck. Tesla gave a sickly smile. Buck continued : "I'll set the apparatus working to-morrow, and you can judge for your- * We beg leave to call the reader's attention to the fact that this is an expurgated edition.—Ed. 89 selves.. My basis of operation rests on the fact that sound travels in waves, and so long as there is a medium in which it can travel the waves continue." " How about your resistance?" asked Tesla, who had recently been reading Michie on the origin of light and sound. " Well, I assume that there is no resistance in space, and that the medium is of such a character as simply to transfer energy without absorbing any. Remem ber, I assume this. I may fail in my experiment, you know." "Are you any relation to Fresnel?" asked Roentgen. "We'll work it to-morrow night; meanwhile, let us smoke and B. S. over it," said Buck, not noticing Roentgen's remark. The morrow came. Buck, Tesla, and Roentgen all prepared to test the latest feat of electrical science. The vast resources of the chimney produced wires, batteries, motors, phonographs, and all manner and form of electrical apparatus. "Now, fellows," began the abstruse Buck, " I'll tell you my plans. I'm going to attach to the huge dynamo at Niagara Falls a cable which is connected to a piece of best soft iron reaching far into the bowels of the earth. I will by this means, and in a manner which I will explain later, create a peculiar, inde finable status of electrical equilibrium on the exterior and interior of the earth whereby sound-waves will be concentrated and focused at the funnel of a pow erful phonograph which I will carry up in my flying-machine to a height of three or four miles. You two men go over and get your machines, fly over to my room at eleven o'clock, and we will be away before midnight. Be careful that the tac doesn't hive you, for if he does our goose is cooked." There was a regulation in the black book, as a modification of the old para graph of the nineteenth century, that " no cadet shall keep a dog, cat, flying- machine, wife, or other animal in his room on penalty of expulsion." Soon the trio was prepared, though they set out with many vague suspicions. But the old instinct born in the blood of their ancestors that nothing is impossible seemed to guide them onward. Presently a light flutter and a voice was heard outside the window. " All right," and they were off like three huge birds in the still of the night. Newburg was passed—fields, meadows, towns, and cities flitted by in the distance like passing phantoms. Buffalo was reached, finally Niagara. Then all necessary connections were hurriedly made, the phonograph attached 90 to the huge dynamo, and upward they circled until a height of four miles was reached. A ringing noise is heard in the phonograph., "Just as I calculated from my assumptions. I worked this out mathemat ically, mind you. This I call wonderful," ejaculated Buck. " What time is it, Roentgen?" "Just 1.30 p. M,," replied Roentgen, using one of his great-grandfather's rays to see the sun through the earth in order to make an observation. "Listen! By Johnny cakes! If that isn't Adam and Eve b—aching about the apple in the Garden of Eden," spoke Buck. " Adam, yez sphalpene yez, phwat's that a growing on the tree beyant ?" "Be dad, it's a paratee, me native fruit, when I carried the hod on old Mars." " Divil an artichoke did iver Oi see a-growin' on th' threes, but Oi think Oi'll thry wan jist fur the divilment av it !" So did our common ancestors first err. All due to weak woman disbelieving that potatoes grew on trees. Now, by the proper manipulations of certain buttons and switches, the voices of all the great men that ever lived literally echoed down the corridors of time. (Spluttering noise) Voices of the Roman Senate. " Vent, vidi, vici—just tell 'em dat ye' saw me and say dere name is mud. Say, Brutus, watch ye tink o' me and de yeller kid playing horse wid Pompey ?'' A peculiar fiddling noise, together with sounds of burning timber and fall ing palaces. Some one is singing a poem in a voice like the past famous Dickman. " Oh Benny Havens ! Oh, oh, Benny Havens oh !" " We'll sing of inebriety of— " " For heaven's sake stop that. It sounds like the singing we get in the Dialectic," ejaculated Roentgen. " Fools ! That's Nero singing while Rome burns. Now you've busted con nection and will have to drop it and go to modern times," retorted theNumidian Buck. But the meddling Roentgen happened to touch a wrong button, and then the most horrible, agonizing din and discord that human voice is capable of creating 91 burst in on their ears. With a shriek of agony Tesla dropped his tube and broke a piece of his wing. " What in heaven have we struck?" gasped Tesla. " That's the cadet choir back in 1897 singing an anthem," calmly replied Buck. " Press another button, I can't stand the strain. Ah ! now we have it. A love scene on old Flirtation. Who the deuce is it, anyway ?" " Listen ! Listen !—" " Have I loved you ? How could you ask? Cannot your eyes see how helpless, how distracted, how desperate has the power of your love rendered me? ' Yes,' would be too—" " Why that's a man they used to call Katie. He is a relative of the old colonel of the Corps of Engineers. This old fossil used to recite this same speech to' me. He said it was an heirloom in the family." " Good night," rudely interrupted a voice. " Oh ! I beg pardon, thought it was Pug Pearce. Ah ! A—h—h—h ! Miss—a— (scuffling sound). " Good night, Katie, this is my walk, old dog, sorry to interrupt you." " Give us something else, you Numidian Buck. I can't stand this rot," said Roentgen, disgustedly. " Let us have some hospital conversation." "Yes," broke in Tesla, who was known to have a great affinity for this haven of rest. " All right, press the hospital button, Tesla." "What is it, Mr. Gilbert?" " Doctor, I'm not sick, haven't been sick, never was sick, never will be sick ; never." " Take him in, Steward." " How do you feel this morning, Mr. Valentine ?" " Why, Doctor, I have two sweaters on, sir." " Continue the treatment, Steward." " Mr. Heidt, how is your appetite this morning ?" " Why, Doctor, everything I eat goes to my stomach." " Put him on light diet, Steward, bread and water three times a day." (Singing noise—phonograph is being changed.) " Mr. Collins, have you any results?" 92 " To begin with, a fence is placed along the ditch of a country road to—" "No—o—o ! To keep young men from falling in the ditch when coming home late at night." " Mr. McCoy, you may take this rivet problem." (Laughter.) " Mr. V-a-le-ntine, were you laughing?" "Yessir." " Give the rivet problem to Mr. V-a 1-e-ntine, Mr. McCoy." " Mr. Buckey, have you any results ?" " Nassir, nassir ; I—I—I—" "That will do, Mr. Buckey." (Splutter—splutter—splutter.) " Why, Lieutenant, I— I—I—" "Take your seat, M-i-s-t-e-r Buckey." "Now Mr. Bridges, how would you increase the number of sabres on the line in an cavalry attack ?" (Pause.) " Give each man two sabres, sir." t ! ! Ml " Lieutenant, I wish you would explain this quincunx formation in the art of war." "Well, I don't know—let me see—really I can think of no better illus tration than that it looks like a ' five spot.' " " That must be Chesterfield," said Tesla ; " they say he was a cold max." Another button is pressed. " Mr. Alcantara, you may recite, sir." " I was required to discuss Pig lath Nit " ! ! ! " Do you mean Tiglath Nin, Mr. Alcantara?" " Yes, sir " (ringing noise). (Sound of opening door.) "Keep your seats, gentlemen." " Now, Mr. Raymond, Augustus was a great man, was he not ?" "Yes, sir." " He literally saved the Roman Empire, didn't he ?" " Yessir." 93 " That will do, Mr. Raymond." (Sounds of a pen marking a "J.0.") Now came a whole string of Eddie's grinds, but they were so weak that the phonograph could not well reproduce them. The meddling Roentgen now made himself conspicuous. Happening to press a combination of buttons and switches, a most unearthly din and terrible rumbling broke in. Louder and louder it grew until finally it was positively appalling—it seemed as if the future sound of the end of the world were being produced. Suddenly a bright flash, a fearful crash, then a dreadful struggle— rip ! rip !—snap !—boom ! ! !— BANG ! ! ! ! " Help me, Tesla; help me. I'm falling. Save me—oh, save me ! ! ! " (A voice in the distance.) " That's all right, Mr. Roentgen ; lie still and keep quiet." "Why, where am I? Where's Buck? Is that you, Doctor? What has happened?" " You've simply been under ether. I've sawed out five pieces of your ' back bone vertebra,' and you'll have to stay in the hospital another week." 94 Bn^ Cabet's Soliloquy The prettiest girl / ever saw Was waiting for the snow to thaw. She did so love those "sweet parades " ! The flashing of the "cute sword blades," And glitter of the buttons bright Filled her soul with pure delight. Guard-mounting came at seven-ten (An early hour for average men) ; But every morning, bless her soul, Though cold as at the Northern Pole, She'd be there with her winning smile, Wondering why it is the while That every time one mentions drill, Or dress parade, or other ill, The air around cadets turns blue (The darkest of the azure hue), And every member of the corps Faces his Mecca (in our lore The Hospital), and with his thumb Presses his pulse in anguish dumb, Hoping that register of the heart Will indicate a fever, smart. Oh! sweet, fair femmes, and "beasts" to be, Whose bosoms swell with ecstacy While gazing on a company drill, In three short days you'd have your fill Of glory, could you but be here And pass through what you now hold dear. 96 Chapter "1FT ||0W it came to pass that about the ninth hour one Seaborn, surnamed Chiles, he of the wave-surface, arose, and casting his cigarette into the slop-bucket, spake and said : 2. "Wife, it is not meet that I should tarry here smoking and drinking with you, but I will gird up my loins and hie me to the hop-room, and there engage in social pleasures, dancing and making merry with the ladies. 3. " For is it not written that thou shalt beard the lioness in her den ?" 4. And "Nick" wept and spake as follows, for " Nick" dearly loved his wife, 5. " Lo, Seaborn, though the ' Com.' loveth a ' spoonoid,' yet think thou not that he shall make you a captain of his guard because thou hiest thyself to the hop-room. 6. " The ' Com.' knoweth a freak when he seeth one." 7. And Seaborn waxed exceeding wroth at his wife and seized four shoes and threw them one after another at " Nick," and wounded him so that he lay as one dead. 8. And behold, after Seaborn had done this he arrayed himself in all manner of fine linen, 9. And anointed his head with oil and bay rum and unctuous substances coagulated, 10. And placed upon his person incense and perfume. 11. And, having done this, he passed out of his home and went forth to the hop-room. 97 12. And lo, when he came into the court of the great " Com." he gazed up at the stars and the full moon, and the wheels in his head buzzed much. 13. And he leaped and disported himself in the air like a young goat, and remarked, saying unto himself, 14. "Lo, am I not a fine man? Behold, I will enter the hop-room and I will dance and make merry. 15. " And the femmes will be sore amazed and ask what manner of man is this that dances so divinely and looketh so like a god ?" 16. And Seaborn's wave-surface vibrated so intensely and expanded so greatly that 1 7. Lo, his cap was lifted clean up. 18. And when Seaborn had come unto the hop-room he put on a sweet smile and entered. 19. And when he had entered he found there many strange people dancing and disporting themselves to the music of the tabor and the harp. 20. And Seaborn looked about, and beholding a small boy whom he knew, the son of a doctor, said, 21. " Son, what dance might this be?" 22. And the small boy answered him lightly, saying, " Behold, it might be the 99th, but it 99 50. And when he had come to the sally-port he stood in the dark writh a brick in each hand. 51. And in about an hour the " greaser" appeared, returning from the hop. 52. And when he had come opposite Seaborn, Seaborn let drive a brick, but the " greaser " was a nimble brute and dodged, and the brick did him no harm; and being fleet of foot, he easily escaped. 53. And when Seaborn found he could not catch the "greaser" he saith unto himself, " Lo, I will return to my house and tell my troubles to my wife." 54. And when he had reached the inside of his house, behold, his wife had recovered from her swoon, and putting on a sweater had gone forth, Seaborn knew not where, with a strange man, one Pearce, F. A. 55. And Seaborn's heart was sore within him, and he lay upon his bed gnashing his teeth both in rage and sorrow. 56. And on the morrow Seaborn was sore in every joint from his labors the night before, and he had a grievous pain in his head. 57. Then said he unto himself, " Lo, I will enter the hospital this day, and forget my troubles eating and drinking with my fellow-men." 58. But when he came into the hospital, behold, the doctor, knowing him of old, saith unto him, " Thou dead beat! get thee hence. Thinkest thou that thou canst pull my leg ?'' 59. And Seaborn was sore amazed and grieved much. 60. But, lo ! in the meantime the "Com.," having heard how he laid for the " greaser " in the dark night, calleth him before him and cusseth him out, and causeth him to put on his armor and walk in the court. 61. And Seaborn was awarded many tours for these things which he had done, insomuch that, even to this day, he walketh the immense court of the Great "Com." on each and every Saturday. Zhe IDompon. [Dompon is a Spanish word meaning to not "boot-lick." The poem was suggested by the peculiar practice which cadets have of rolling their own cigarettes out of " Lone Jack" tobacco.] Roll, roll, my scag, roll round and round, Without a pause, without a sound, So rolls away my hard-earned cash. This good "Lone fack" best in the land, Follows the motion of iny hand, For some must follow and some comma?id, Though all return to ash. Thus sang the "greaser" at his work O'er his open tobacco box, While o'er his features spread a smirk As rapidly the scag he made, And soon between his lips it laid. With motions quick the box he locks, And hid beneath a pile of socks ; I stood and watched in deepest awe This task so magical to me, A man so deft I never saw, His like I never hope to see; LIBRARY U.S.MA froptrty of tJ.8. Amid his smoke in the mellow light Unconsciously my soul took fright And soared aloft from body free. Rolf roll, my scag, and stick thou fast, What now is first will soon be last, What now is high will soon be low. The plebe becomes the first classman, The goat he specs and high doth stand, Let him the glory keep who can, ' Tis ever thus and so. Thus rang this ditty in my ear As on and onward without fear My soul pursued its lonely flight Into the dark and rainy night, And entered into the hospital door That "Rock of Ages" of the corps. What form is this that lies like dead, This man with shaven bullet-head, This freak who on his back doth lay And idles away each livelong day ? 'Tis Gilbert, as I should have known By his Carmikellian groan. And near him lies his wife, "old Sleuth," The blankets hide his slouch uncouth. Whose cot is this that lies so bare ? Where is the man this couch should share? Alas ! alack, life's not all smiles, To duty gone hath Seaborn Chiles. But haste away, I must be gone, That silvery light portends the dawn. Roll, roll, my scag, roll round and fat, The kitten soon will be a cat. The cat decline and pass away And hash we'll have that very day. Thus youth speeds on to old age gray, And life is blended with decay As all return to clay. Again I'm speeding through the night, With quick'ning breath and footstep light. What form is this that rises high And seems to pierce the very sky? This shapeless mass of rock and stone That stands, unguarded and alone. Pelasgian masonry, rude, ungraced, No architect its plan e'er traced. 'Tis the Academic, quick let me haste, Too oft within have I been encased. But e'en as past its walls I flew, I heard an echo I so well knew— "Yes, Mr. Brady, that will do." And now old Barracks looms up near, I entered quick its halls so dear. The first div. abode of Pearce, P. ; A dashing cavalier is he— A freak who'd better dash out his brain, No one would lose, but all would gain ; And Miller, C, his freakish wife With quarrels oft their house is rife. There's Smither, too, that lordly man, Who apeth so Napoleon ; And Maudie Fasset, sweet pretty maid, Is a fat old hussy—a lazy jade. Pat Murphy—he, the Fenian bold, Who lives with Morgan, stern and cold. 103 And Dickybird of singing fame, With parrot phiz and sense the same. Hoss Conklin, he the rabid freak, Methinks his head hath sprung a leak. Katie Connor, that foot-ball ram, Whom all do call the " Great I Am." And now to the top I quickly flee To take a squint at Johnson, B. Ah, Buck ! within thy breast Burns the hot fever of unrest. Thine to do and thine to make, Do give us a rest for heaven's sake. Poet, warrior, inventor great, Barber, blacksmith, all first-rate; Tailor, lawyer, runs a three-ball shop, Is cotillon leader at every hop. There's Carmichael, known to all the nation As deeply skilled in disputation, Who can prove a horse no quadruped, And that a man walks on his head. And, last of all, there's Abernethy, Who thinks he's most infernally mathy. —And now I've seen them every one, So quickly from the div. I run. Roll, roll, my scag, and quickly, too. Tom-cats yowl and kittens mew Under Spurges' big hash knife. So do we screech and cries let out, When life becomes a battle rout, For all must perish without doubt, In the mighty hash of life. And now I'm in the second div. Where Roberts and McCornack live. 104 Old Bobby with his round bald head, Filled with stuff as dense as lead. McCornack, he a lazy goat; Cranium so light 'twould almost float. Fergy and Apple live here, too, And help to swell the freakish crew. Of Gilbert and Sleuth I won't say more, For heaven knows they're a deuced bore. But ah ! here's Collins, with voice so loud 'Tis always heard above the crowd ; Talking much, but little saying, He keepeth up his infernal braying. Harold Cloke with his monkey chatter, " Mark him, Steward, for lost gray-matter." Ah, noble Loco ! blest of heaven, Thou art our only "sixty-seven." Quick let me from this gang vamoose Lest " Windy " Collins should break loose. The third div. opens on my sight, I mount the stair with footstep light. " By Johnny-cake !" what's this I see? Rufus Longan, oh, dear me ! Now cackle " Rufe " just like a hen, And when you're through, why do it again. Sethy Millikin, that childish kid, Whose mouth flaps like a locker-lid. Popie, his lazy, corpulent wife, Who eats and sleeps away his life. B. J. Arnold, with hawk-like beak. Thou art another ill-favored freak. Ah, yes, within this old third div. The author he himself doth live. And now again my flight I'll take Before the fourth div. freaks are awake. Little Chick, the crazy loon, 105 Who specs and counts the days till June, And with him lies old Pearce, F. A., Who much upon his bed doth lay And knoweth little what to say Upon examination day. Cheney and Dorey, dear pretty girls, With baby cheeks and home-made curls, Rehearsing in sleep what to say When they go forth on Saturday. Old Jo Hannah, with freakish mien, You can thank your stars if ne'er you've seen. Rickety Barlow—well, perhaps it's best For imagination to supply the rest. Andy Moses and Roberts, C. D., Two infant kids so small and wee. And now, with fleeting footstep light, Unto the fifth div. I take my flight; But e'en as through the night I go, I can hear the "greaser " soft and low. Roll, roll, my scag; soon in my face Thou must take thy destined place, Fen as the night-shirt has its hook And with the clothes-bag its relation, So every man has his station, His own particular avocation, As destined in life's book. And now, within the fifth div. walls I glide along its silent halls. Here Harper lives, the chief of freaks, A youthful kid with beardless cheeks; His voice is tuned to higher C, And soundeth like a calliope; And Hall, C. G., that boning cuss 106 Who o'er a tenth makes such a fuss; And Mitchell, he who never speaks, Is another of these 5th div. freaks. But Lawrence Miller completes the list, A little runt whom I nearly missed. The sixth div.—ah ! whom see I there? Shunk Brady—well, I must declare. Hoot awa' Brute and snore away, I cannot longer with you stay; Old Duke Bridges, whose plastic mind Always is a day behind; Valentine, who has much to say, But little meaning doth convey; Frank McCoy, the ladies' pet, Whose face hath taken a permanent set Of dignity and studied ease, And gives its smiles as though to please. Enough of this, so let me hence ; On the seventh div, I now commence. There's Tiger Roach, whose speckled mug Is colored rich as Turkish rug, Who bones and specs the live-long day That he may earn his monthly pay ; And little doth he have to say Save in a meek and backward way. Ah ! Buckey's up and running a light On engineering to get insight. Old " Pop " Savage, whose laziness Oft doth rake him in a fuss. Coyote Wolf, who does his best To get ahead of all the rest; And Jonathan Oakes, I hate to say, Was hurt as usual yesterday. Virginia Helms, with voice so shrill, The very thought gives one a chill. 107 Georgie Baltzell, with his wooden stare, He and Hughes make a pair. There's Freddy Altstaetter with guileless smile, A little of which lasts a long while; And Benny Koehler, sad, pensive nun, Who on the sly is a son of a gun. Jimmy Munro, with his big hard head, And Jakey Moore, who's almost dead; And last of all there's Welch, you know, Who in all he does is very slow. The eighth div. freaks are yet asleep, So at them now I'll take a peep. There's Raymond, Bots, and Hoggarty Day, And of them all I could lots say, But time demands I haste away And leave them on their backs to lay. Poor freaks, with nary a grain of wit, And understanding—not a bit. And now, like an eagle in the sky, Past sally-port I swiftly fly, But above the patter of the rain There comes the "greaser's " sad refrain— Roll, roll, my scag, the time flies on, Epaulettes we soon will don And hearts will wildly bound. The rain it comes, the ram it goes, The Hudson Yorkward calmly flows, And we will buy lieutenant's clothes And se?id the bill around. The ninth div. now reveals the sight Of Albert Bowley in his might. A loud-mOuthed youth done up so Brow?i By little maid in distant town. 108 There's Silly Asburn, who smiles so much Methinks his face would need a crutch ; Sirmeyer, that alliaceous man From the wilds of Michigan. This crew of three 'tis hard to beat, But now the tenth div. gang I'll meet. The tenth div., home of the Sueyites, Owns goat Frissell, who has his flights And doth make hideous all the nights As he performs his various rites. And then there's Fiske, of freaks the Prince, Who oft the div. paints various tints; Methinks 'twere well if he'd try a bit To obtain a little wit. There's Henry Abbot from Hillsdale, Whose proper place is a county jail. In Seaborn Chiles 'tis hard to find More feebleness in one man's mind. There's Worky, who fore'er will lug An empty head and Teutonic mug. There's Daddy Sarratt from Gafney town, Destined for a circus clown ; "And though I grant he hath much wit, He's very shy in using it." And Conley who, to hear him brawl, One would think he knew it all; A truthful man would never deign To say he e'er appeared half sane. But with the "greaser," whose uncouth song Hath led me through this freakish throng, A man who can more lies invent, As though his stock would ne'er be spent. Unwillingly I'll leave the crew And sadly bid you my adieu. Sadly ! ah, yes, but still with glee; 109 Too long have I had you freaks to see, Too long have I had to endure the bore— Happy am I 'tis almost o'er. Too long the idiosyncrasies of Fate Have made this eagle with swallows mate A man like I with freaks like you. Thank goodness—for here's my last adieu. And now, dear class, from this nonsense I hope no one will take offense. You know the spirit—'tis all in fun ; We love you, each and every one, Freaks though you are, yet freaks make the world, Her axis crank by freaks is twirled. For four long years we've marched abreast, Side by side we've maxed and fessed; Our loyal hearts have stood the test, And now we gladly claim our rest. A few short days and we part forever, The ties that bind us then must sever ; Friends will part with stifled tears, Friends we'll never see for years. Perhaps among our goodly throng Some one suffers a supposed wrong, Hearts are bitter and feelings rasp, Hands are parted that well might clasp-— Don't hesitate to cast pride away, Every hand must meet on our parting day. And now, dear class, with tearful eyes We bid you our loving last good-byes ; Upon thee, dearest " Ninety-seven," May the richest blessings fall from heaven. Away my scag. In the shadowy past Lie the half-burned butts we've from us cast To be trampled in the dust. Let every one, whatever the cost, Reveal his worth e'er he be tossed Like half-burned butts forever lost, His talents gone to rust. Why is a foe in ambush like a false balance ? They both lie in wait. CADET "A."—"What were those plebes fighting about?" CADET " B."—" They began to call each other names, and finally one called the other a member of the choir, and of course that brought on a scrap." " I know," said the yearling, as he limped up the hill, returning from riding one day, " How the rich benefits derived from our rides all our troubles so amply repay ; That we gain a great deal there can't be a doubt, though I know some men may scoff; But I've never yet ridden a horse in the hall without having felt better off." " MADE to order.'*—-Cadet officer. LIEUT. R.—-" Mr. Conklin, what is the most important staff department of the army ?" CADET CONKLIN (promptly) .—"The hospital, sir." AT EXAM. PROF.—" Mr. Cloke, who commanded the Persian forces at their second invasion of Greece?" CLOKE.—" Diocletian, with his sons Constantine the Great and Julian the Apostate, sir." in W. W. (in rear of cadet)—" When did you have your hair cut?" CADET.—"Yesterday, sir." W. W. (unabashed)—" Report him for tarnished waist-plate." EVIDENTLY. " GUIDES POSTS " BRADY, when detailed for Officer of the Guard, Sick Marcher, and Police Officer, all on the same day, remarked : " There must be a tie-up somewhere." " GOD made the country, and man made the town," The architect of West Point resides farther down. " FULL of strange oaths and bearded like a ' pard ' "—Rusty. LIEUT.—" When did you have your hair cut?" CADET.—" I went to the barber's this morning, but there were so many there that I couldn't get it cut." LIEUT, (sharply)—" Have it cut again." THE Com. says he is going to skin those roosters that wake him up every morning before reveille. What for ? Using " fowl " language. INSTRUCTOR IN LAW.—"What is a writ of error?" LAW GOAT (also Ordnance Goat).—"An example in Ordnance, sir !" "SAY, Bottoms, do you want to join the Anti-Marriage Society; last man married to get the pool ?" BOTTOMS.—" After due consideration, I do not think it would be a profit able investment." CHEMICAL Term—Concentrated lye.—(Craig.) CADET G. (in Eng. section room)—" Lieutenant, if a funeral procession were crossing a bridge, would you call the hearse a dead-live or a live-dead load?" EVOLUTION AMONG HANNAMALS. TIME, JULY, 1896 —" Say, old man, are you any relation to this other Ohio man of your name ?" BUCK.—" Naw." TIME, NOVEMBER 4th, 1896.—" Say, old man, know this man Hanna?" BUCK —"Yes; first cousin of mine." ANSWERED AT LAST ! " Where was Moses when the lights went out?" In bed, or else skinned for "out of bed at taps." OUR only Hogarty intends to marry so as lo perpetrate his name. CRAIG, (at hospital)—"Doctor, I'd like to be excused from Mathematics this morning ; I studied Wave Motion last night till my eyes ached so I could hardly see and I had to stop.'' DOCTOR.—" In other words, Wave Motion made you see sick, did it, Mr. Craig?" CLOKE. (at history)—" Lieutenant, it must have been a rainy day when Napoleon met his Waterloo, wasn't it ? INSTRUCTOR.—" What makes you think so, Mr. Cloke?" CLOKE.—" Well, there is such a lot of water loose on a rainy day, you know." "3 865? 8