Denison University - Adytum Yearbook (Granville, OH)

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CMSS ORGENMTIOK President Charles R. Sargent. Vice President W. F. Dann. Chaplain L. R. Mears. Secretary and Treasurer C. Rogers Sargent. Poet Lyman R. Mears. Historian C. R. Sargent. Fiction Will F. Dann. 27

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Two will study medicine, two Theology, two law, two will go into business, and one is undecided. In our Senior year we have distinguished ourselves in several ways. 1. By taking the longest and best Geological trip in the history of the College, and then showing our wealth by presenting our worthy professor with a gold-headed cane as a souvenir of the trip. 2. By getting tony plugs. 3. By voting not to have Class Bay. Some of the Class have decided that there is going to be Class Day anyhow, and to that end have all purchased class monograms, had their pictures taken, ordered mosL elegant invitations, hired an expensive band and elected a good programme. Look out for Tuesday, June 27th. But ' 82 will soon be gone, and ' 83 (?) will step into the dignity of seniority. Old Denison will soon fade in the distance dim to the nine big Injuns, and the places which know us now, will henceforth know us no more forever. Fleeting as were the dreams of old, Remembered like a tale that ' s told, We pass away.

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Little can be said of the Class of ' 83. Our early career was not remarkable, and in our later days, we have not created much excite- ment. We entered college strong in numbers, but we shall depart weak — yea ! very weak, and had it not been for the most careful nursing, ' 83 would already have been numbered among the dead. Silently as the eternal stars pass on their everlasting course in the azure vault of heaven, have the beloved and honored members of our continually diminishing class picked up their scattered pepermints and, turning their backs on the kindly doors of old Denison, left forever those classic halls, wherein with childhood ' s simple eagerness, they wandered on the boundless shores of truth, and picked up here and there the scattered shells of knowledge. We have been like a mountain river, with overhanging woods and verdant hanks, which has wasted itself among the sands of some far stretching arid plain ; and had not other rills combined to swell the tide, we should have been entirely dried up before this time. Alas ! it grieves my toogue to tell the tale, but, of the nineteen men, whose intellectual countenances were photographed in the group Avith Prof. Harper, at the close of our Senior prep, year, not one is left. Future historians, with futile search, will seek the potent causes of this mighty falling off. They will look for wars and revolutions, for famine, crimes or terrible disasters, but these they will not find. 28