Earlham College - Sargasso Yearbook (Richmond, IN)

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r . , i ; ' .• . ' 1 11 ■)■ The Sjiiril of Familistery. Seven

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Tfntmnvb There has been much loose talk concerning the Earlham Spirit. Any- thing that happens on the campus or is in any way connected with the col- lege is straightway attributed to this all-pervading, all-animating force. Alumni speak tenderly of it. Chapel speakers eulogize it. We are one and all a hit proud of it. But in the midst of all this talk about it some of us have come to wonder just what it really is. We have come to feel that it would be a worth while thing to attempt to analyze this indefinite something that characterizes our college. With this idea in mind we have set about the building of the Sargasso. In these pages we have tried to catch something of the sweetness, something of the depth, something of the strength, the truth, the beauty, and above all the humanness of the place and of the people. We have tried to look with clear eyes at the shimmering, dancing stream of life that (lows so abundantly and to fix a bit of its elusive atmosphere. We re- alize the impossibility of our task; we feel keenly the imperfections of this, the result; we fear greatly lest the perspective of our picture may confuse some; but if in the midst and ruck of things we have given one true word that may strike home clear and sure as the revelation of our Ideal, then we arc content. CLASS OF 1917. U,ahlr nf (Emttntts 1. The Spirit of Familistery. The Paternal Spirit. The Fraternal Spirit. Tin Community Spirit. 2. Thi ' Spirit of Serious Purpose. The Devotional Spirit. The Student Spirit. The Culture Spirit. 3. The Spirit of American Youth. Tlie Competitive Spirit. The Fun Spirit. I. Information. Six

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Sljr Spirit nf iFamtltBt rg I once wandered through the marble hallways of a great university. Men and women scurried past me, busy, intent, self-centered. Some- way the place seemed cold and hard and academic. Then the locomo- tive carried me until I stood before the doors of a little college. The change was wonderful and heart-warming. Through the dusk the campus lights gleamed softly; two laughing girls nodded to me as they strolled past arm in arm; a tall man who sometimes teaches mathe- matics waved a cheerful greeting to me; from the athletic field came the joyous shout of the team; then from back somewhere a bell rang out a genial welcome to the evening meal and I knew that I was again in the heart of our Mother Earlham, back in the cheerful, warm, friendly, homey atmosphere of the place by the side of the road, where people are just folks and every man is your brother and the whole family live together within the walls of our Alma Mater. The Spirit of Familistery. The Paternal Spirit. The Fraternal Spirit. The Community Spirit. Eight