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Show Vol. II EtonianPage 185Eo Cummtng'g jTielbfiORTUNATELY or unfortunately, as it may seem, the Class of '08 is recognized, more than any class at the "U," for its marked originality. We have not fondled that spirit of devotional subjugation to books which has characterized so many of those classes which have preceded us; but rather our motto has been, "Make the most of school life." Although we were kicked and cuffed by our former classmates, we seldom murmured, or considered it more than our initiation.Never before in the history of our University has any Junior Class so elaborately banquetted the Freshmen as did our's on the night of October 30, in introducing them into the rigidity of school life. Much care was exercised to prevent the Seniors and Sophs from getting wise to our plan, which, if they tried to break up, would necessitate our taking them under management. The scheme was to paint the town red as it had never been done before. A bonfire was planned for the hillside which would light the eastern sky. And, after the crowd had roasted and eaten Irish-ground-seeds and apples until twelve we would then proceed to Main Street where we should advertise the Utah-Montana football game for the following Saturday.The down-town fellows were to take the eight-ten First Street car and land opposite the signal fire that was kindled at the gathering place. Our destination was soon reached and 'twas but a few minutes until nearly 180 Juniors and Freshies, led by their Presidents, had extended their hands in friendship to strange college men, with an introduction of "I am Nelius Scavenor-who are you?"The old stable, about one hundred yards down in the gully, furnished logs which made the flames leap higher and higher, and the distant hills reechoed "A Utah Man" as they had never done before.Few songs known either to School or Frat, were not rehearsed that night, and jokes as ancient as Honest Abe were rendered and told.As our banquet ended and we were making preparations for our departure a blaze was noticed on the topmost peak to the north of us. Who could it be? "It is the Sophs," was our first thought. "Which way shall we go to capture them?" "Where is the tar and scissors?" and many |
