Allegheny College - Kaldron Yearbook (Meadville, PA)

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N this, our scene section, are spots you love in the I inoorls you love tllein best. lYho will not always recall with delightful thrills that first stroll through the tfenielory Ravine? The intriguing Clllil1'OSCLl1'O of danc- ing slniflows, tho vharniing lrrooklct just wifle enough for you to flare to express that age-old but always xvelmfoine prerogative of man and carry llcr across, and the rich songs ol' the birds crowd- ing all the joys ol' niating anel honieinaking into one glorious burst of expression. How rogrettiilly you left it all and how eagerly you sought its inviting retreat: more aucl more frequently. Or that first wonclerful party at the Lake your f1'QSlllll2lll year, and your initiatory lmoai' rifle in the moonlight. And now your last party and last lll00Illlg,1'lllj stroll along the shore path andthe perfect unflerstanlling that niacle words superfluous anll- Hulz hero are the pictures, 1'em-onstruc't thein as you will:

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Gln Ezntlrgli mum Steps Often do they pause to wonder, Those who pass your way, Of the many feet who trod you In the far-off yesterday. Of the hundred years you've lain here Do you silent record keep, Of the ones who passed above you And whose footsteps wore you deep? Could you tell of men of vision In those early days who stood Foremost i11 the line of workers Laboring for other's good? Could you tell of those who follow, Each one great in his own way, Teaching, hoping, praying, building, Noble sons of yesterday? Could you tell of men of action Who in the dark Sixties went Marching forth to save the Union By their Alma Mater sent? Some returned, but some had fallen Nevermore to breathe the air Of the Allegheny Campus But their spirit lingers there. Again you felt the marching footsteps This time Khaki forms went by, In the spirit that still lingers For democracy to die. Days of joy and days of sorrow, Times that peace and war have made Great things these that you have witnessed That through time will never fade.

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Most of the wisdom of El world you hold, No knowledge-seeker comes to you but finds Those Spirit-bnilde1's of your realm of gold, Almost Lil'e's masters-the woi-ld's most mighty NVhen night is still do their great spirits meet, And sages elmt while gzlyer souls rnronse? Does Spencer how to Horace? and Jonson greet Again his cronies of the l'0fiiB6-ll0llSG? Does Montaigne sneer and Martin Luther vow? Does Plato, who :ic-ross il tll0llS2lllIl years, Spoke most to those great thinkers near him now, Commune again with visionists and seers? Ah well, they hear it not, young hearts who COIHB To make of you a lovel. s trysting placeg The learning of a fl10llS2l11fl years is dumb Beside the murmnrs of a college case. minds