Chowan College - Chowanoka Yearbook (Murfreesboro, NC)

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Jameg Botuben primer JAMES DOWDEX BRUXER, President of Chowan College, is a native of Kentucky. He studied during the year 1892-93 in Paris and Florence, and received the degree of Ph.D. from the Johns Hopkins Universitj ' in 1894. His undergraduate work was done largely at Georgetown College, Kentuckj ' , where he was Instructor in Latin in 188.5-86. After teaching in various public and private schools, Dr. Bruner became Professor of Romance Languages in the University of Illinois, where he remained for two years. In 1895 he became acting head of the department of Romance Languages and Literatures in the LTniversity of Chicago. In 1901 he was elected head of the department of Romance Languages and Literatures in the University of Xorth Carolina. He held this position for eight years. Dr. Bruner is also a man of letters, being the author of numerous magazine articles, of a book of essaj ' s on Victor Hugo ' s Dramatic Characters, and of a dis- sertation on the Dialect of Pistoia. He is the author of four textbooks, as follows: Editions of Chateaubriand ' s Le Dernier Abencerage . Feuillet ' s Le Roman du Jeime Homme Paiwre, Victor Hugo ' s Hernani. and Corneille ' s Le Cirl. He is engaged in the preparation of other articles and books.

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TO JAMKS I). KRllNER, Ph.D. OUR LOVED AND HONORED PRESIDENT WE DEDICATE THIS RECORD OF OUR COLLEGE LIFE

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College ong TrxE-- Mv Mauvlami Dear old Chowan, dear old L ' hoiran, How dearly do we love thee! How protid are we that we are here Our loyalty to prove thee. Nowhere do birds sing quite so sweet. Nowhere do schooUjirls look so neat. In all the sunny South so fair No place is there above thee. Dear old Chowan, dear old Clmiran. With all its nooks and bower-- . Where students stroll and talk and play Among the grass and floivers. Nowhere the sun shines half so bright. Nowhere are moonbeams half so white. Within thy walls and Campus fair Hoiv quJckly pass the hours ' Dear old Chowan, dear old Chowan, In time we all must leave thee, But by our words and deeds of fame A history we ' ll weave thee. No matter what the times may bring Thy praises will we always sing. May this our aim our whole lives be — We ' ll nothing do to grieve thee. E. L. E., ' 11.