Elon University - Phi Psi Cli Yearbook (Elon, NC)

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Dedicaiion Mr. John T. Kernodle Many of those who leave the life within these gates have continued to enrich the lives of those who still remain. So it is with Mr. John T. Kernodle. He graduated magna cum laude from Elon College in 1908. Since then he has served as an outstanding citizen. Mr. Kernodle is a Mason, a Shriner, and a member of the First Congregational Church of Richmond, Virginia, as well as an active participant in municipal affairs such as the Community Fund, the Chamber of Commerce and other civic and community groups. He was voted Outstanding Alumnus of the Year in 1956. Recently he established the Virginia Beale Kernodle Memorial Fund, as A Memorial to the memory of my wife, Virginia Beale Kernodle — such Memorial to provide a contribution to the maintenance of Whitley Auditorium. Because of his continuing interest in the progress and advancement of Elon College, we acknowledge his generosity and service by dedicating this, the fifty-first volume of the PHI PSI CLI to him.

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ro ooue y In such a place as a college it is true that the student, or scholar if you will, finds himself enclosed in a heap of thoughts and facts springing from books and minds and past and present and future to which there seem to be no top nor bottom nor side nor limit in any direction. It seems that he could learn forever and still not have made the slightest dent in knowledge though he had the ability of Apollo ' s silver shafts to pierce the knotty quirks of learning and drive straight to the throbbing center of a question. Why then should he seek to learn? Oh, monstrous question. Immediately the philosopher springs to his toes and, with graceful discourse on the integrity of the single soul and the universality of the single soul and the unity of men and the dignity of the individual, con- vinces the bewildered scholar that his question was indeed poorly asked. And now, having lost the easiest way out, that of not seeking to learn, the scholar puts his shoulder once more to the overly symbolic wheel and asks, How then do I penetrate this mass of learn- ing and so at last arrive at my individ- ual degree of the universal Socratic happiness? The answer comes in not so direct an argument as in a true one. Truth is often illusive like Frost ' s something white in the well bottom.