Denison University - Adytum Yearbook (Granville, OH)

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In the old days, there was no Plaza here — no dial to mark the passing hours. It was only the side of the hill then — Nature ' s oivn handiwork — with grass and trees and the criss-crossing paths of Shepardson lassies and Denison lad:. Unchanged, however, is the distant view — the broad fertile valley, green or gold according to season, the soft blue haze and the encircling hills. Now as then, these hills and valleys invite me to climb and tramp — to commune with Nature — and, whenever I can snatch a few moments from the business cares of the office, I find myself dreaming of the day when I may be able for a brief s]}ace to become again a college boy and with a light heart respond to the call of Granville ' s hills. — V. Ernest Field ' 03

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We cannot picture certain houses apart from certain people. Their spirit becomes the soul of that home, so that in time a house seems to acquire a per- sonality. Our President ' s Home is to me not only Dr. Hunt and Dr. Chamheo-- lain,—but even more, is Mrs. Hunt and Mrs. Chamberlain. I cannot think of this home luithout seeing these two ivonderful ivomen, ideals not only of viy girlhood but my ivomayihood. I am sure theirs has been one of the quiet influ- ence ' s ivhich have made our college so dear to us, and Denison The name that sets our souls on fire And makes our senses thrill. -LORENA WOODROW BURKE ' 06

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The New Brick, as we called Talbot Hall! How the flood-gate of Mem- ory stoings on its hinges as I look upon you! Why some of those bricks that made thy enduring walls, I carried there with my own hands and watched them laid in place! How there troops back to me from the ghostly past the faces and forms of those whose life ' s history is entwined with thine! Those saintly instructors, Talbot, Marsh, John Stevens, Gilpatrick, Will Stevens, Thresher, Hicks, how they all come out of the dim past as I gaze on thee! And those pals, those college chums of the early ' 70 ' s! I love their memory as I stand in their shadow! But, Dear Building, thy lesson has been learned. The youth- ful audacity of splendid ignorance has shaped itself into earnest labor for the great object for which you stand. — Samuel B. Brierly ' 75 11