Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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4 SALUTATION. from Seniors to Freshmen, though seemingly abrupt, is most nat- ural and easy. Freshmen ! You have just entered College, and you above all others need the warning which only Seniors can give. Stand together as a class, shun the advice of Sophomores, and be not discouraged because you have given no evidence of ability in any direction. Remember that better men than you were once Fresh- men ; and above ail, when you are tempted “to cut’ church or recitations, do not distort veracity, but remember the example of the great and good G. Washington and his liitle hatchet that could not tell a tie. Sophomores! You who know more than you will ever know again, do not think that because you “rushed” a class one half your size, you are any better than they. You display too much dignity for your position, and it is doubtful if Kenyon can hold some of you as Juniors. “ Twice two is four,” and this axiom is no truer than that the Juniors are inferior to the Seniors. Juniors! Strive to prepare yourselves for Senior dignity. I-ct your past, which consists mostly of lay figures and saw-dust, be forgotten; thus will you be able to act as becomes Seniors. Re- member the example of your illustrious predecessors. Remember the hints we have thrown at you in the form of “H,0.” and profit by them. And now, kind friends, we offer you the Reveille. It is open to your criticism and censure, if deserving it. Remember that it is more of a publication of dry facts and names, than an exhibi- tion of the literary talent of the editors. May it afford you pleasure in reading it, and we shall feel that our time was well spent.

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SALUTATION. Hail ! Friends, Alumni, Faculty, Students, Citizens of Gambier, and even “Barbs,” hail! as “Seventy-Five” passes away from the arena of intellectual strife, and the curtain of the past rolls down behind us upon the scenes of our college days. As our sometime friend Horace remarks, “Collegisse juvat,” it is picas- ant to have gone through College, and we of the Senior class agree fully with the old man. Our course has been a peculiar one, in that we have witnessed more changes in the College and town than falls to the lot of most classes; but, on the whole, we can truly say that Kenyon is better able to give a liberal education to men than when we entered College. We have a good Faculty, and our Alumni seem to be somewhat awakening from their Rip Van Winkle sleep. The railroad and our town newspaper appear to be arousing the good people of Gambier to a realizing sense of their lack of enterprise, and the day may not be far distant when our little “ Hill” will be alive with active business men. Good people of Gambier, accept the thanks of “Seventy-Five” for un- told kindnesses. When we came here as strangers you took us in, how literally, and when we leave we shall repay you by giving you subjects for discussion that will last, we hope, till “Seventy- Six” goes off. Fellow Seniors, our day is nearly done, and we can point to a past that has ne’er been disturbed by the quarrels and spites common to most classes. May the remainder of our course be fraught with the same good feeling as heretofore. et ere we loose our cable for the voyage of time, whose haven is eternity, it would be a sad mistake did we not bestow upon the under classes a few words of advice. “ Facilis descensus averni,” '(is but a step from the sublime to the ridiculous, and the transition

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EDITORIAL. “We as Freshmen came to Kenyon In a very verdant state; Now we splurge along the campus. Seniors stately and sedate.” How unfortunate it is that the name of the author of this touching verse has been lost to posterity. Its beauty of diction and depth of thought stamp it a production of the highest merit. Surely the knowledge of human nature, especially as displayed in the two classes of society mentioned, is wonderful. How more appropriately could you characterize a Freshman than as “ver- dant ? ” What so well could express Senior conceit as “splurge? ” They seem right before us, swinging along in their upper-classmen state and sedateness. How real; how true to life. Some muse must have inspired this elegant and expressive stanza. But we almost forgot in our raptures over the heaven-suggested rhyme, that we ourselves arc Seniors, and “splurge” along in the proverbial stateliness (?) and conceit. Perhaps we had better show more class spirit. Oh, yes! ’75 is an exception to the general rule. We exhibit to the admiring gaze of Freshmen and “Barbs” the real, original sedateness. We were only led to make the above observations on Seniors generally by our recol- lections of the last class, forgetting for the time that we had stepped into their boots. But the Senior and Editor is himself again—as the inquisitor of heretic Freshmen, the awe (?) as well as pride (?) of his fellow students. Classmates, forgive the mo- mentary desertion, and know that we shall forever hereafter be loyal to ’75. Yes, it is no less strange than true that we are Seniors who, less than four years ago, proudly imagined ourselves almost at the