Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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A[ tarov i rrtv dXXr Xnt tu eXeo. of S8Q. N. L. PIERSON, A. A. BRESEE, A. L. FRAZER, Jr., F. W. BLAKE, C. P. PETERMAN, W. I). HAMILTON, J. E. FRANKS, - President. Vice-President. Secretary. Treasurer. Poet. Toast Master. Capt. B. B. Nine. i

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History of ’79. In athletic pursuits ’79 has always taken the lead. Her Base Ball record has never been equalled in the history of the Col- lege. She has played ten match games, winning nine and losing one. During her Sophomore year it had become evident to all that no class in College could hope to defeat her. Each one had been most soundly beaten, again and again. What was to be done? Beaten she must be by some means. At last the other three classes determined to select a Nine from their united num- bers, and in one short afternoon to humble the pride of the hitherto invincible Sophomores. The day was fixed. The game was played, and, in a word, ’79 was again victorious. Shortly after this, having lost two men from her Nine, she was defeated by '80, but in spite of this one reverse the pennant still floats from the flag-stiff of ’79. But if physical achievements were our only glory, vain indeed would be our boasting. And, for proof that we are not wanting in the higher and nobler qualities of manhood, we simply refer you to our most learned and worthy professors. Many are the compliments which they have paid to our intellectual excellence, but these it is not our province or desire to repeat, and all we would say is, that we most thoroughly admire their sound judg- ment and discriminating choice. But those restless Sophomores are impatiently waiting to l e heard, and so we will close by wishing that the remainder of 79’s course may be as pleasant as the past three years. Historian of ’79. 23

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j|t£fot?D 80 57i a? k'UR lexicographers would have us believe tli.it we are compounded of o Mj'ia and vm na. rFhc Soph, seems to follow naturally enough; but why delve in ancient languages, when we have the good old Saxon morel We hope to see these worthies correct so foolish an error in their next edition. When we behold the placid conceit of those bantlings, who, though found deficient in spelling, sought to raise the standard of admission to college (to six feet four inches,) how much that more means! So much, indeed, that a binocular of five thousand diameters can scarcely find the trace of in a Freshman. But whoever won and maintained the honor of the title Soph. more nobly than we? Who could more effectually and poetically soothe a Freshman’s fevered brow than us ministering angels? Hovering ’round the bedside of the sleeping child, we bore him ’mid pyrotechnic splendor to where the cooling rivulets did flow from a college pump. And who more philosophically enjoy the ensuing month's holiday? Our superiority as a class for scholarship and spirit is acknowledged alike by Faculty and students. Throughout our course no custom or duty has been slighted. This might sound better coming from some other source, but we are so situated, that, to do ourselves justice, we must seem to some degree boastful. Vet, this is a fact, and as such let it stand. May we strive to maintain this position faith- fully! We have always found the Freshman ready to learn, and so have done our best to guide their wandering steps. For instance, when these sons of Apollo, being led away captive by the sweet strain of our college songs, essayed to go forth and 5