Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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Editorial. 1 least of which was the resignation of our Greek Professor. We had all hoped that when Prof. Trimble resigned, In would be made Emeritus Professor, but it seems this was not to be. Prof. Trimble’s connection of twenty-five years with the College, during her darkest hours, makes the loss of him seem like that of a limb. Prof. Scheffer has also left us. The Greek chair has been filled by Prof. Lawrence Rust, of Wash- ington and Lee University, and judging from the complaints at the hard work required, we should think that he is the man for the place. Prof. Tappun’s reputation as a mathema- tician is too extended to need anv comment from us. It was with deepest joy that we hailed the news that he had ac- cepted the Mathematical chair. Our Faculty is now as good as we could wish it. In number they are few, but at present no more are needed, as the number of students is also small. Only let Episcopalians support Kenyon as other denomina- tions support their colleges, and they will have one of the finest schools in the country. Rut we now come to the most arduous part of our work. The duty of scattering a little advice about, devolves on us as Editors. Wc feel somewhat dillident in undertaking this task, as the Senior seems, at present, to be the class of lowest rank, instead of the highest. Wc shall not attempt to in- struct the lower classmen, as they belong to the happy class who are more ready to give than to receive advice, and who think that they know just how the Reveille should he edited We would only say, wait, and you will have a chance. Let us hut remind the Juniors that they will soon reach the mythical Senior dignity, but will then find that they will only be respected as they show themselves gentlemen, and not as Seniors. To the Seniors wc say, be humble and re-

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fXJAIN the hell tinkles, the curtain rises, and 76 is be- ll 1 fore you. No doubt many of our readers thought that ere this Old Kenvon was dead, and her sons scattered to the four winds. It is ours to let vou know vour mistake. Kenyon is neither dead nor about to die. At some remote time in the future—say in fiftyor a hundred years—if she Ik- no longer needed, she may conclude to close her doors and to become a monument of departed greatness. The present gen- eration need not, however, fear that their diplomas will be- come useless, or that they cannot obtain as good an education here as at any ( College in the West. She had a slight attack of colic, and at once a hundred or more physicians, unasked, called on her and prescribed, each a different remedy. Had she taken half the medicine ordered, her halls would long since have been given up to the owls for concert halls, or to the rats for play-rooms. Only let those who have articles on “Causes of the Decline of Kenyon,” and subjects of like in- terest, send them to the trustees, or, better still, consign them to the flames instead of publishing them. Let them, instead of wasting their time in writing such articles, devote it to procuring students for her, and Kenyon will take care of the rest. The past year has wrought many changes here, not the

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8 Editorial. spuctful toward the Freshmen, for the Faculty love and pro- tect them. We do not feel the same diffidence in bestowing our pre- cious counsel on the Faculty ;us on our fellow-students. Thev having received so much good advice, will no doubt close the book when they have read thus far, and never heed our ad- vice. Vet we must, none the less, have our say. Remember then that you were yourselves once students, and could enjoy a holiday as well as anyone. We are glad to see that you are beginning to realize that the way to govern us is not by harshness. Every time one of you makes an exhibition of passion, he lowers himself in the respect of some one. Most of us are gentlemen, and willing to listen to reason, which ought to he the ruling policy of our Faculty. But our pen is worn out, our ink-flask is dry, and the can- dle burns low in the socket. Wc hope that you will receive our efforts as Editors kindly, and will forgive us if we have given offense, “as we didn't mean to. The candle flares and goes out, and the pen falls from our grasp as we bid you fare- well.