Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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Fratrem ne desere frater. miutts. ot ’79 A. C. DYER, J. W. SHOW ALTER, J. J. ADAMS, - I. T. BAGNALL, - President. Vice- President. Secretary. Treasurer. W. M. TOWNSEND, - Historian and Toast Master. J. J. ADAMS, - - - Capt. B. B. Nine. 21

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History of 78. electives to some of us. The Senior year has been a “balmy period.’’ It began with a new venture, the “Advance” Although our subscription list does not boast its thousands, we have managed with difficulty to make both ends meet. The Senior lecture course, it is needless to say, was a decided success. The climax of Senior grace and dignity is capped by the classical mortar boards, which, with the gowns, rightly distinguish us from the At KoXkm. Time and modesty forbid us enlarging upon our individual merits. As a class we have always agreed, and we are happy to say, that by us no college custom has been slighted.

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liissfotj? of ‘79. T is with the greatest reluctance that we undertake to write even an outline of the history of 79. For who could pretend worthily to record her glorious achievements, or fittingly to comment upon her many virtues? If, then, our efforts as historian shall prove a failure, let no one infer that it is because she has no better history. More than two years have passed since the Class of '79 first entered the walls of Kenyon. The verdancies and follies of the Freshman and Sophomore years we have left far behind, and have now assumed the dignity and responsibilities of Juniors. Modesty forbids our indulging in the too common practice of self-aggrandizement, and written records are unnecessary to per- petuate our noble deeds; still, we deem it best to recount a few of them, not for our own praise, but for an illustrious example to those who shall follow us, who, although they can never hope to equal our glorious acts, may nevertheless by them be encour- aged to nobler exertions. It is, however, with a feeling of sorrow that we arc compelled to recount the loss of several of our number. Our Class, at entrance was the largest in College. Some, however, have fallen fighting valiantly to the last that intangible demon, “ Creek Prose. ’ Others, becoming entangled in the meshes of trigonometry, have hopelessly lost their way; and still others, for reasons outside of college-life, have taken their departure. I Inis have we dwindled from the largest to the smallest class in College. We deeply mourn our lost classmates. Hut in spite ot her losses, '79 still holds her own among the powers of the College.