The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-06-21
HILLHOUSE GLASS DAY.
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And now comes our speaker, Miss AL ice Loretta McBrien, who gained her reputation as the girl orator when she spoke before the senior class a few months ago. Besides being eloquent at public speaking, Miss McBrien always I was very fine at talking during recita- tions, especially in one class. One day, in this class, Miss McBrien was called upon to give a few facts about the hu- man heart. She had not been paying attention, consequently she could not respond. After Miss Alice found out what the question was she said to the girls: My! I could have answered that. My heart is human and is like the moon as there is but one in it" 1t was a good thing for Miss McBrien that our teacher did not ask Alice to tell about the digestive organs, as she might have been forced to say something about the box of chocolate creams she had eaten the previous night. l can't say that they were Lowney's.
 Now, it may seem strange, but it is true that we have among twenty-tWo girls two boys known as Frank Irvine and William Starke, and, as if design N''N in each division-Starke in c three and Irvine in c four. MT. Starke usually sets a high standard for the rest of the class by getting his lessons carefully and well but he is so bashful that he does not always dare to recite those prepared lessons. It is rumored that he once said to friend: II can keep my ground with boys, but what is fellow to do when he is the only young man in a class of twenty girls It's awful, tell you!' And Frank IT, vine who is so attached to room tWen- ty-one is not only popular as a Hill house man, but also as Yale man. think MT. Irvine imagined that Hill house was sometimes called Yale, as he and few other 1901 boys informed young lady at a dance that they were sons of Eli. But when MT. Irvine was asked in which department he was studying he got little excited and re- piled, q am a scientific-academic." The young miss was so shocked at MT. Irvines reply that she said spontane- ously:
 "Tell me not in mournful numbers,
 Life is but an empty dream, For the soul is dead that slumbers,
 Things are not often what they
 seem."
 Last, but not least, Is my esteemed llow-historian, Miss Vertie Mae Kin ney. Miss Kinney always had the high est respect for her instructors During the junior year she attended dance at which one of her teachers was present It seems that she danced several times with him, and the next morning she l told the girls she didn't dare fail in Latin. If I remember correctly, Miss Kinney did recite With credit that day, | but when called upon in the German class she responded with that favorite | phrase of hers, "Ich weiss nicht." An | other feature about Miss Vertie is that | she has a peculiar idea about colors. | She likes White in New Haven and | Black in Bridgeport.
 And now my task is ended and my |
 cruel work is o'er,
 Some secrets, true, I have divuged, and |
 yet I could tell more- And tho your faults seem many, your
 virtues rare and few, know there is no other class so full
 of life as you;
 No other class so full of joy, so full of
 merry fun;
 Now College Academies of the class
 Nineteen One"
 EUGENE l.. PHILLIPS HISTROY. Selections from Eugene L. Phillips history are as follows:
 Collins was one day at a certain gro- ,ery store, when a customer came in md asked for some sugar. Thomas weighed it out and gave it to the GUS omer. who after closely examining the ugar. remarked, "young man, you rave a brave character and I predict hat you will some day be great war ior" .I '.Well," said Thomas, "how do you make that out?"
 "Oh," answered the customer, I see ,ou've got plenty of sand"
 In treating our next victim the easiest way to introduce him seemed to be ,erse. so we give the result: Who it it. who,
 Tor study's sake,
 Will oft neglect ,he grass to rake.
 But White? vho is it, who, n times of pleasure Will cram to , lis fullest measure,
 But White? vho is it, who,
 ,ares not for girls, lot for your Daisies, ,r your Pearls, $
 But White? Vho was it who x rom a canoe. , sudden swim was forced to do, |, md then came out so cold and blue, t
 But White? I vIlo was it, who, S ot home that night,
 tut in such dreadful plight | [e swore canoeing off for life, s
 But White? ( But nevertheless White is our bright | t st man since, although being no class ( polio, he could withstand the wiles ! nd guiles of pretty girls, which is S lore than the rest of us can say. f It was in the midst of scholarly 7 lscussion in the Greek class. All were I chatting with breathless interest on a i assage in Homer. It referred to the q ,ason when "The milk fills the pails nd the flies hover about the sheep 6 oates" Suddenly a hand was raised e nd Malcolm propounded this interest . g question: Were the ancient ' reeks accustomed to milk their z