Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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SALUTATION. But the brief task imposed upon us must end. We cannot close without speaking of our Class. In many ie pccts it is one of the best classes ever graduated from this institution; in saying this we do not express the sentiments of ourself alone, but those of the Faculty. The College days will long be remembered, and only the pleasant ones. Friendships have been formed here which will bo the most lasting that we shall ever make on this earth. AV hen we look back, we will not see boarding houses, nor think ot the suspicious looks which certain brazen-faced matrons cast upon our drooping eyelids at church, on the mornings aftei Saturday nights; but we will call to mind the “ special recitation in History, and recollect our having helped to “toss the Freshmen’ in September, 1871, and how the President never heard of it. Classmates, we dedicate the results of our labor in prepar- ing the Reveille to you, and will say “jamquc vale. ’

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4 SALUTATION. We are glad to be able to say that no changes have taken place among the College officers during the past two years, not because we think the Faculty are the nicest fellows in the world, but we believe coustant changes do not tend to the advancement of the College. During the early years of our College life, we had to be introduced to new Presidents and Professors at the beginning of each term; accordingly the number of acquaintances we have made in this manner is surprising. However, there have been some improvements made in Cambier, which we take pleasure in recounting. The long waited for whistle of the locomotive can almost be heard echoing through the valley of the Kokosing. The completion of the railroad to Cambier was promised by the 1st of December, but it will be a month or two before the track will be laid and trains running to this point. It be- hooves us to mention a change, or rather a reform in this “sweet village.” There has not been a good theological light for a year or more; though such a nice little opportunity .as the “Cheney case” offered, was not allowed to pass unim- proved. The religious precept in Cambier is very different from the religious example. The inhabitants of Gambier “keep the noiseless tenor of their way;” the students still “go supperless to bed;” bills flow in with their accustomed regularity, and the weekly “Sewing Circle” continues to supply the place of a news- paper. Let no graduate, returning to visit College, be afraid that his arrival will he unknown, for the gossips will spread the news like wild-lire, especially if he has been what is termed a “ little fast.” “Charity covers a multitude of sins;” but charity confessed her inability to take the contract for Gambier.

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“j lovujvi 'pRQAJ UM.” « - Veni lam’s Lord in days of old, wJfA. With hook so keen and heart as hold, Lopped off excrescences that marred The fair tree of knowledge; and starred, With special vim, the “Idols of Den” As fraught with shame: What hindoreth then Our seizing a pen for floggings likef Not modesty sure! Sophs for a “ strike” Are not more famed, when the bell dies sweet And distant’s the roar of angled feet Round “the corner” wending, than Reveilles For brass. Yes, “cheek” that puffs and swells. Alone, we wot, can suit the taste Of not a few whose names’t were waste To sound, so well they’re known. As sample Thine, 0 youth divine, for example Curls and cards for aye to he proclaimed By clarion’s clang, as well’s for maimed And mangled colts felled low to earth By thy true shot. Ah, at farm-house hearth What wailings must have been! E’en Sony’s Tears must sure have thawed at Lucy’s Rueful plaints, “0 sportsman stern who’d ’spose Thou could’st plant a thorn where once the rose,— Thou, so ‘wondrous fair!’ Alas, what wreck! Thou’st bagged a bird indeed; for to check My flutterings ’twere vain to try! Then Give, pray give, my “pony” back that, when By swiftest flight I’ve ’scaped thy slauglit’riug Face, my woes may end by mournful spring From some Lcucndinn Rock!” Who’d fain Know more, scold Fame, which hero the curtain Drops, nor lifts again, save for one sweet Glimpse,—our Hero at the maiden’s feet, All troubles o’er, while ’twixt his molars