Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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it, fellows, but they call us Upper Classmen, now. You remember that was the academic significance of the occasion Fat referred to in his chapel address at the opening of this year. VVhat's Carby talking about? Ch, yes, we shall all have mustachios some sweet day. VVolftrap? Say, it was a sad day for Kenyon athletics when he left the Hill. And, by the way, vvelve had our share of athletic honors, too. 1907 athletes could not be left out of question for a moment. Tell Shorty to keep up the good work. Gf coursethe Choir, and the Glee and the Mandolin Clubs owe their many excellencies to a great extent to the outbursts of our musical fellows. Students, did you say? Ah ha, my friend, wait and see! 'We may yet set the world on tire with our wisdom. There, jack hasn't said a word. Thinking about our Prom? Well, say, Wasn't it a dream? How did you like the dim, religious lightn? Of course, every- body said, as everybody does and always will, that it was the best Prom of all. It was for us anyway. Oh, no, I haven't forgotten the work, but I didn't want to weary you- Say, there's our exciting melodrama- The Heart of a Hero. 'We added a few more laurels to our histrionic fame in that performance. Here's to the 1907 Dramatic Club! Vffhat shall we do next? Progress is necessary to success, they tell us. VVhat does our friend, Mrs. Malaprop, say: Well, we will not anticipate the past!-so mind, young people-our retro- spection will be all to the futuref, Ah! there it is! The Future! Do you know that-who dares to knock at that door? Come in, if you're good looking! VVe'll have to judge of that for ourselves, will we? Wfelll Well! Come on in, Doctor! Sit right down there. VVe've just been talking over our good old class days and to tell you the honest truth we were so absorbed that we quite forgot that Hue song you wrote for us. Let's sing it, fellows. L. L. R. 3 '15

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junior Chat I say, Shorty, don't you feel sometimes as dear old Rip when he awoke, rubbed his eyes and looked about in wonder at the change about him? Do I remember back that far? VVhy, what under the sun are you talking about? It was only yesterday, boy. There's Chick, ask him. Ch, yes, we all remember Turkey in the straw very well indeed. I'll never forget laughing at lean, lanky Sargent standing up there puffing away at three cigars in his mouth. That 1907 Minstrel show couldn't be beat. I-Iow did you live through the next two days of that week? Draw up your chairs a bit closer, fellows, -- There are the implements on the table. Let's see, where was I? Oh yes, those were the halcyon days when we were Hgreen in judgment, but I rather think our ryhming boast, we have the wit, we have the grit has proven a very true sign', of all the good things we've had since then. just think of that cane rush! If you want to rouse the angry passions of one of our venerable Seniors, take that for a starter. Add fuel to the flame? By love, that's right. There was a certain Freshman smoker that was managed with neatness and dispatch. HNot to put too fine a point upon it as Mr. Snagsby would say, we were masters of the art of strategy in those days and knew how to enjoy ourselves. I.,et's see, we haven't forgotten any of those lessons yet, have we? I-Iave one? Do you know, I always like to look back with pleasure to that Sunday when we so proudly escorted the Seniors to chapel-there was quiet dignity and soldierly order for you! I merely touch upon it in passing. Then the added sense of dignity and responsibility for the innocent young lambkins entrusted to our care as Sophomores! The wise discretion and paternal fondness which we exercised over our charges-You'd better open the window, Dan'l. Think we ought to have an inquiry column in the Collegian?- Ask the lady from Philadelphia or Ask the man of 19O7.U Say, I quite agree with you there. There's no use in keeping all these, good things to ourselves. VVe may as well assume our proper place as arbiters of custom. See Vol. II of H1907 Commen- taries for this or that! i'The play's the thing, you say. And we said it, too! I don't think Kenyon's had anything quite so good as our Turned Up perform- ance. No! No! No! I-Iush, Goldy, don't bring up Danville. Lets forget it! No, indeed, I don't forget our Sophomore I-Iop. Ah me! Gr that banquet, either. Verily, there was a How of soul. Even Sammy stirred us from the depths by his eloquence. And now, where are we? I know it's hard to realize 37

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Class Song QAir- 'fln College Days. j Where Kenyon lifts her ancient towers, VVhile summer counts the golden' hon We meet beneath the laurel crown Qui' college wears of old renown And weave a garland bright with Ho Invoke the high celestial powers To bless this dear old class of ours, Vtfith torch and mask, in cap and gow Dear Nineteen Seven! We love the mornings fresh with de These skies of every changeful hue, The lustre of the evening star, The moon's soft radiance afar, Remembrance of our friendship true More fond than lovers ever knew Shall thrill us as we say adieu, Ere life the solemn gates unbar To Nineteen Seven. Fair Class, we chant thy fadeless fam Our mystic sign thy magic nameg VVe seat thee on this classic throne Respenflent goddess, all our own! Then raise the shout of loud acclaim To fan each fervent heart to flame, Through swiftly fleeting years the s Thine ardent worshipers alone,- Fair Nineteen Seven. TS VVCFS n, W, C, ame