Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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LEE BARKER WALTON, M. A., Ph. D. Professor of Biology. Ph. B., Cornell University, 1897. M. A., Brown University, 1900. Ph. D. Cornell University, 1902. Post-Graduate Work, University of Bonn, Ger- many, 1897-99. Assistant Brown University, 1899-1900. Assistant Ameri- can Museum Natural History, New York, 1901-02. Goldman Smith Fel- lowship in Biology, Cornell University, 1902-03. Professor of Biology, Kenyon College, 1902---. A T SZ, Z X FREDERICK ROBERTSON BRvsoN, M. A. Ifzsirzcetar in English ami French. A. B. Vanderbi1t University 1899. A. QB. Harvard University 1902. M. A. Harvard University 1902. Instructor in English and French, Kenyon College 1902. l A K E. ARTHUR LORIN DEVOL, B. A. Inszfruclor in Greek and Laiifz. A. B., Kenyon cum laude, 1902. Instructor in Greek and Latin, Ken- yon, 1902. B G 11,111 B K 5 v X . . ,l ' Y f ., . Qx ' , ' if , aw -f if- . -we 1 f 'N :Q I , l' 'W ki Q X T- -.. I 29

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Senior Rweries One evening, a short time ago, I came down to College sooner after supper than usual, and found the 'KWing deserted. The silence and quiet, so unusual, had an almost depressing effect upon my spirits, and the echoes of my steps seemed to cry out against the intrusion as I passed through the halls, and climbed the stairway to my room. Finding it in darkness, save for the red glow from the grate, I did not light the gas, but, pulling a big chair up before the fire, I filled my pipe, and settled myself for a quiet half-hour of meditation. The day had been bright with a promise of Spring, but, with the shadows of evening, came a damp chill in the air telling that old Winter had not relinquished the last of his claims, and the setting sun had stirred up a gentle breeze out of the mist that sighed through the trees, and hummed a plaintive tune through the naked vines at my window. Scarcely had I lighted my pipe, when the silence was broken by, I'm a gay young Kenyon man, which some Freshman below me was proclaiming with a far greater degree of energy and conviction than of melody. After the noise had ceased my memory wandered back to the time when I as a Freshman, had first heard the song, and to the impression which it made. I thought of how my pleasure in it consisted, not so much in any charm, which the tune or sentiment of the verse possessed for me, as in the mere use of the word man.', Nearly every one, I suppose on coming to College, feels that his boyhood is behind him, and that he has undergone a sudden transformation. I-Ie is impressed, all at once, by his own responsibility, and by his importance as a factor in the world and in the general order of things, and it takes just about four years for him to awaken from his dream and come to the true realization that he is only a very young man after all. The illusion slowly passes away, and not even the Surge BaccaZcm1'e of the President will restore that flush of pride which thrilled him when first he trod the Path in all the verdure of his Freshman innocence and credulity. My first year at College is a memory, hazy in the distance, and yet it stands out with more individuality than time has accorded to any of its followers. Nights of hazing are not soon to be forgotten, but are not revealed as the features characteristic of those days whose memory has become dear to us. The novelty of it all added to the natural charm of our surroundings, and each day we caught with it some new phase of the life which we were all so eager to comprehend and share. We had certain duties then and pleasures, too, that have since passed into 31