Junior Class History

On the twentieth of September, a notable array of clerically inclined byproducts of Methodism filtered into Boston from the four corners of the earth. With beaming faces and fluttering hearts, they climbed the steep ascent of Beacon Hill. Bishops in embryo, college presidents in the larval state, and predestined presiding elders were not greeted by fluttering banners, booming cannon, or welcoming committees of prominent citizens. Instead, they found in the halls of “72” a frank and hearty fellowship of kindred spirits. Dean Birney claimed, on this day, with his never-to-be-forgotten inaugural address, the hearts of all the Juniors. Soon the tedious task of enrolment was over and the settlement of baggage and of bills followed. “And it was evening and it was morning, day one.”

By this time the class was becoming acquainted with educational advantages of the Book Store and Marston’s, two features of the city singularly slighted by the catalogue. Boston, the Juniors soon found to their sorrow, defies the compass, without north and without south, without east, without west.

Dagesh fortes and abominable abdominal breathing marching past in rapid succession bewildered minds already fogged by church history and living Greek verbs. Still the class of 1914, unlike its worthy predecessors and more pretentious contemporaries, did not forget the necessity of school spirit. At the call of one of its most progressive members the class met for organization early in the term. The wisdom of the choice of the Juniors has been proved by the theological guidance of the president-elect who has enabled the blue and white to weather the rough seas of parliament contentious. And Knudson looked on the class and saw that it was good. And it was so.

The serious accomplishments of the class have not been limited to classroom work alone. An important step toward an era of closer fraternal relations between faculty and students was the election of Dean Birney as an honorary member of the class. The way in which that class took up “The Flag of B.U.” had much to do with the enthusiastic reception accorded it and led to the adoption of its author as class poet. Hebrew has been immortalized by the strains of another song peculiarly the property of the class of 1914, because written for it by its own poet, Professor MacWatters. An undefeated basketball team has kept alive class spirit. These, along with numerous other class activities have demonstrated the enterprising and versatile nature of the Juniors.

The present Junior class has come in a most fortunate time in the history of Boston University when, under a new regime, the spirit of expanding usefulness and closer unity is a working great changes. It realizes that what has been done is but an earnest of the things to be; it hopes to have a yet greater share in the glorious future of the School of Theology of Boston University.

O. W. Brown,
Paul M. Hillman,
Robert E. Miller

Junior Yell

Aleveo! Alevivo! Alevevo-vivo-vum!
Rickery-rack! Crickery-crack! Zic! Zac! Zum!
Hurrah, ’14! Hullabaloo-bala!
Juniors! Juniors! Rah! Rah! Rah!

Colors, Dark Blue and White