Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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 ?lass of ’87 Officers. CURTIS CLAYPOOLE.............. WILLIAM H. DEW ART, ROBERT M. GREER............... KENYON B. CONGER............ ALFRED H. GRANGER............. MILLARD H. BOWMAN, CHARLES H. YOUNG.............. WALTER W. SCRANTON, . GEORGE A. REID................ RALPH S. HOLBROOK,

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history of ’86. C l HIS is the last page of the College history of ’86. We know our readers cJ arc in a tremor of expectation for something brilliant—something that will give them at least a glimpse into the vast domain of our present intellects. Heavenly music inspire us ! Spare them their tears of disappointment! We recall the events of the past four years. How largely they have been shaped by 86! True, the checkered career of our first two years in College played havoc with some of our most gallant men, and rather cooled the ardor in the remainder of us. But Time will make a fatal mistake if it blots out all memory of us: if, geologically speaking,—eh, Doc?—our deeds do not leave at least ripple marks in Gambler's sands to keep us in remembrance. Not all of the fame of ’86 is due to those who still bear her banner. Let us recall for a moment some of those who have fallen by the wayside. There was Pinney Ambidexter, a “good man,” but who had a brother whom one “ought to see;” Link, who was a genuine Won ter Van Twillcr in more ways than one; Sam, and the two Harries, staunch supporters of the Epicurean philoso- phy; and Carl, Ben and Babe, of fragrant memory: a brilliant array, and not half the roll of our missing is called ! We who survive them arc few in number, but in the Language of the good, grey poet, “ we arc some, at least in our own estimation; for we arc nothing if not hopeful. Our history thus far has been only scribbling upon the covers. We are now ready to open the volume, where our deeds, we hope, will Ik. recorded by other hands than ours.

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JHistory of ’87. Y E have many misgivings about commencing a history of so vast and V V startling dimensions as this, and would much prefer to occupy the position of the historian of our predecessor ’86. ” who has the honor of being a historian without a history; or of our successors “’88” and ’89,” who write merely for the amusement of the Reveille editors. In writing a record of events so eventful as ’Eighty-Seven’s, we have no need of calling to our aid muses and other such common place personages. Our deeds arc too brilliant in themselves by far, and render such aid superfluous. Listen! When we first entered Kenyon’s sacred halls we were in a remarkable condition of exuberant over-freshness, and proved our right to that distinction by our subsequent actions. We pastured a cow in a recitat ion-room, and the removal of it and the debris was quite expensive, and made a considerable vacuum in the damage deposit, something like fifty dollars. At another time we were seized by a chronic disease and removed the relics of the one-time Hubbard Hall—a noble action, almost unprecedented in college annals. As to our '‘rushes, we were undoubtedly successful in one. We had thirty men, our opponents five. Quite a discrepency, we acknowledge, but that does not affect the prestige of success. As to the other rush.” Well, we acknowledge that much could be said on both sides. But let us pass from these trifling successes trf those of more importance and more material value. In our various engagements with our Profs, we have everywhere met with success. In a word, Came, saw, and conquered.” By the aid of Bohns we utterly routed Bones with his Caii and Balbi. Greek we thundered down upon like a troop of cavalry. In Math.” we can most conscientiously affirm that we have gained from Devil’s winks a prodigious amount of mathematical ignorance. As to Billy, doubtless he would say, Of all classes, individually or col- lectively, we are the most thoroughly, completely, and altogether consecrated to our duties.” I his is sufficient to show what a remarkable history we possess, and in what condition we now are. As «a parting behest we urge our readers to direct Diogenes this way, if they should happen to met him ; or, if Plato and his satelites should cross their path, to notify him of the existence of this class, where all is wisdom, honor and modesty.