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Show UTORogers, whose regality attained for the occasion the highest peak of perfection. At some unknown time the dreamers awoke with one mad purpose-to live till the next annual celebration.The Struggle for the Freshman Class PictureAt 1:30 p. m. on the 13th of February, the mighty warriors of the '15 Class and their fair admirers assembled on Cumming's Field with all due dignity to pose for the official Utonian picture of the Freshman Class. The photographer was just requesting the usual artificial smiles, when a deluge of flour and soot poured down upon the Freshies, either hiding them from view or making them unrecognizable. Before the camera man couldPhoto by Ben Ellerbecksqueeze the bulb he was the victim of a wicked attack from behind, and fell on the sod with his broken plates and battered camera. Of course the Sophs were the cause. Demolishment of photography supplies, a general besmearing with white and black, the "ohs" and "ahs" of fair ones, and twelve doughty Sophs bound hand and foot, tell the story of the exciting scrap that lasted until four bells. By that time a new camera was on hand and the first-years, covered with glory and dirt, grouped themselves for the picture. This time the photographer did not call for the artificial smiles, for real ones were already there.It is only fair to say that those twelve Sophs furnished one of the gamest and most interesting scraps that has ever enlivened Cumming's Field.212 |