It had been an ordinary fall, following quite closely upon the usual summer, the sun had been out as infrequently as only the Beaver sun knows how, the gray clouds had maintained their accustomed mentally and physically dampening pall, and the brooding little hamlet among the hills was dowsing in peace, unaware and unsuspecting of the great honor it was about to receive, for we were coming -- eight-six strong, from every part of the state. Our youthful horde of conquerors marched down upon the staid respectable Murdock. The veteran inspector of entering-classes, the almighty and all powerful Davids, passed official and final judgment in the now historic words, "Yea, verily, this is some class." So it was, the class of 1917 entered upon her meteoric academic career. After the first few weeks, spent mostly in delving deep into the treasury poccket, accumulating by the ton odds and ends, such as saws, pencils, rulers, windows, season
