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History What a. bunch of Freshmen we aro+-tif'ty-fiva of us, one gay and almost free. And why should we not be happy? of us have been through "Brute Hall" and to comes the consciousnessthat next year we will be Sophs and the of W. 1\1'. C. Our first term in college was a stormy one, but we have emerged from it with colors flying high. As usual we had to endure all manner of insults and indignities at the hands of the Sophomores uncler that course of college training called hazing. We were spanked, made to box, and even while we slept peacefully in the middle of the night, they, assisted by members of other classes, fed us some non-edibleparLs of a chicken. But we will have our revenge. On whom? You may ask. Surely not on the Sophomores, dear friends, oh no! But 011 the unsuspecting innocent Class of 1914. We nrc a proud class-we have men on tho Varsity football squad and others who are sure to make it. Last year our baseball tcnm was almost. and this year under an able captain we are as strong as Gibraltar'. In basketball we had the misfortune of losing two of best players, but we made a creditable showing of which we have nothing to be ashamed. Another thing we have to be proud of was the clnss tush, for during this two of our men secured colors. Many details were prevented in this rush by the valiant work of Professor Field, and when an inventory was taken the entire list of casualties registered were: 1\11'.Dau-'s hail' mussed, three black eyes, one bloody nose, and two Soph coat sleeves minus their' colors. We can also boast of some great musicians who can play equally well on the mandolin, guitar, mouth organ, and jew's harp. It has been I,he custom ttL M. C. to bum Cicero at the end of the Freshmen year, but as we will have finished and not, Cicero, we have decided to cremate said Virgil and let Cicero's bones rot. at Christmas and another at Easter, and we get still a longer one this Slimmer. But while we are glad to toils, we are still happy to come together again at dear old W. M. C. at whose tables playing baseball with potato rinds is sLric;t,[yprohibited by order of the Dean. And now deal' Freshmen I must close, there is a lot more that I could say concerning our beloved class, but let us be contented in dreaming of the future when we shall be Sophomores, Juniors, Seniors, and then-oblivion.