Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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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

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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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 “NOVUM ORGANUM.” Pearly glows bright “the weed” by dollar’s Flash ignited. For longer yarn craze Granville’s Fair, whom he did so amaze By his blazing skill at pipe and hat, As well’s in other ways. “For a’ that” We yet must own this youth has one sad Fault, which could we skip we’d be ten) glad; To Virgin worship he’s given By far too much for hope of Heaven. Alack, that Circe-like sylphs should witch With Syren songs so low and rich, This Paris fair; that smiles so coy, Should once again burn up a Troy! But hold, thou quill, reserve thy lire, Yea, let us cease to pluck his heard; (’Tis even now too sparse.) We’ve heard Him roar full oft enough, this “Lion In his den.” Patience now, and we’ll on To a piece of liner clay well tried In lircs of Kenyon Court from “Oxide Slugs” and every sort of gas; tho’ Still, his kindly critics grieve to know, His “brass” gleams brighter than before. Yet haste thee, muse, nor tarry more This Pennsylvanian “hoar” to sing, Lest with huge fang and frightful spring II 5 grind you into dust. “With fear And trembling,” then, low lisp tliee, dear, In whispers under breath, how sobbed “Tho City” at his loss; how throbbed Our hearts with gratitude profound At sight of him; and how, when found That for to civilize us boors Was ho come down, leaped forth from doors And windows too, at cry—“ Heads out,” That thnnd’ring clap and stentor shout That made tho welkin ring, with welcomes Loud, at our Apostle's landing! Beams Next this errant saint o’ Bhenish fame To Prelate’s festive board. All, fine Sight that, like moonlight’s'rain Ik» w splendid, To’ve seen him bow, this beau, while down did Beam from painting’s frame his lustrous Card divine. But hold! For gracious Snkes his idiocrasics deep slough Don’t try to sound, or you’ll drown; for though