INTIMATE GLIMPSES OF GREAT MEN IN THEIR OFF MOMENTS AT THE TIRELESS TENTH
"Francis Jawn juggling those costumes in the effort to make 'em last . . . Stump Doty trying to see over the vest buttons of normal sized men . . . Mayor Sullivan enduring visitors in his armchair campaign for re-election at 3.30 a.m., night after night . . . Thunderbolt Fat Hardie bellowing at the great Gus . . . the great Gus pleading for a moment's silence at the dinner ... the whistling of buns and boiled potatoes ... the right-angle stance of Rhodes, the discredited envoy from Hartford . . . the -uncanny crapshooting of Bob Morrison . . . Syl Morey straining fly balls between his rubber fingers in right field . . . Ed Felt and Tommy Robbins, holding an 'athome' in. their crowded taproom in the basement . . . Louie Huntoon in a smooth Packard that attracted most of the gals, who are impressed with such things . . . Dr. Tripp looking knowingly at Dusty Rhodes' sprained wrist and saying, 'Here, drink this'' . . . Wy Jordan, the California Meteor, who appeared every so often . . . telegrams from ole Bill Wright and Tom Vegetable Groves. . .Mrs. Dick Cooley's oldtime ballads, assisted by the Judds and Jaysus LeFevre . . . Mel Weston at the piano . . . Andy Ross and D. F. Shea, off for the Junk at 2.30 a.m. in order to stiffen a wavering stock market for the boys . . . John Cunningham sleeping like a babe with his bare feet sticking out of ;'his window . . . Gene Markey and Ina Claire in a racy-looking Booick . . . Ned and Oma Ross surrounded by cut-ins at the Sat. night dance . . . Phil Boynton telling that story despite the efforts of his wife . . . Bill Erwin going cuckoo at the dinner . . . Steve Mahoney scoring a birdie on Red Wilson's head with a bun at the same . . . A 1 Zulick making a mug out of Martinelli despite the bedlam .. . George Davis peeping through his movie camera in the effort to catch the perishable likeness . . . Earley hounding the debtors . . . Dr. Barrett examining Dusty Rhodes' spine for remnants of somebody's heel . . . Bill Bemis trying to act like a gentleman with Doty hanging around . . . Charley Kozminski showing the bridge sharps how simple it all is at Bradford . . . Tom Sturgess measuring heights with Sailor Storrs, to the pop-eyed wonder of McElwain and Barr . . . Amos Blandin and Kid Lucier, the native sons, interpreting for the outlanders at Scotty's . . . The Parker Pooles and the Sewall Strouts, all the way from Portland, Me. . . . Bill Mudgett, even more all the way from California . . . Jasper Johnston, the only man of the defeated ball team who agreed to treat without being thrown and hogtied, by Mgr. Gus, of the winners . . . Fat (Thunderbolt) Hardie's room, my God! .. . Tom Proctor's fall from atop three tables and two chairs in the tent . . . Don Davis and some kid's bicycle, inextricably intertwined on the guy ropes . . . Herm Smith and Doc White looking for white meat in a platter of chicken which had just passed Cunningham at Bradford . . . Jiack Rosnell with a corn fritter pasted on his white beret at the class dinner . . . Blimp Morey's courageous but ill-advised attempt to retail his painter's story at the same . . . Em Morse supporting that weary member of the British aristocracy, Mr. R. H. Rhodes, hither and yon . . . Fritz Cassebeer counting the house."
That last remark of Jones shows that his observations are still keen, for we did count heads a half a dozen times at least to satisfy hotel-keepers and perhaps our innate curiosity. We found a total of 146 in the 1918 Tenth Reunion party, 99 boys and 47 girls,—a darn good turnout considering that only about 65 Eighteeners had advised Treas. Earley in advance of their coming. Earley again demonstrated that he is to be another Andrew Mellon from the way he conserved 1918 funds to make them last throughout the reunion despite the low tax rate of $20.00. We understand that 'lB finances, while a bit stringent, are still solvent, and that's a better showing than many another class has made.
As to the class picture, anyone desiring an Bxlo enlarged print of the same can obtain one from the Secretary at the cost of $l.OO.
F. W. CASSEBEER,
At !eft—He does not choose to runthis time at any rate. An unidentified eighteener fails to connect and Dick Holton proves in as a catcher. Below —Th e bleachers, gallery or what have you ?
Secretary.
