Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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in the affairs of our Alma Mater. Although handicapped in our social activities by the absence of Harcourt, we came through all with flourishing colors. At last as Seniors we arc reaping the true harvest. It is while a Senior the Kenyon man can appreciate real college life. He has learned the great lesson of adapting himself to the duties-laid before him, and now as a Senior he is able to reap the fruits of those labors. It is but a short time before the painful duty of leave-taking will be thrust upon us. Each will take a different path to find his respective tasks. May those tasks be well done and one more class be added to Kenyon’s glory. page twenty-six

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A Senior’s Meditation THE occasional song of the bird and the fresh soothing air remind me that all nature will soon be showing herself to her best advantage. Still farther am I reminded that our lives, like nature, are on the verge of change. Perhaps the Senior more than anyone else feels within him deep down in his heart a feeling that can not be suppressed. He is unable to explain it; regret mingled with hope, both of which are struggling to rise to the surface. Would that inspired by some muse I might impart the feelings of our whole number as we stand on the dividing line between a happy past and an uncertain future. As it is I am confined to my own narrow bounds. What docs it mean to us to be at the end of our four years at college ? The most of us are about to go forth into the world and battle with its problems leaving the fostering care of our dear col- lege behind us. A college which we are all proud to call our mother. What one of us regrets that he came to Kenyon? In after years our hearts will be filled with unspeakable love and reverence when we think of the happy life spent here on the hill. Even now as we look back we think of those first joyous days when we were Freshmen. Days which perhaps stand out clearer than all the rest. Then it was we became acquainted with the life which now has almost become a part of us. We shall never forget some of the friendships formed in those first few days. On coming back the next year there came the realization, espe- cially in our own minds, that we were real Kenyon men. We had served our term of probation. Undoubtedly this year of deceptive pride was less memorable than all others. Then came our Junior year. How few returned! We now were really to become factors page twenty five

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1908 Class Song (Tune—“Drink to me only with thine eyes ) I Kenyon, the time will soon be here, When we must say adieu, And enter on life’s stem career As thine own sons so true. Then time fly not so swiftly by, We fain would linger late. Mother, how can we break away In Nineteen Hundred Eight? II Though we travel distant climes, Yet through the lowering haze, We’ll hear thy Canterbury chimes, Peal as in former days. We’ll often meet in memory Within thy campus gate, And greet our old time friends, Of the Gass of Nineteen Eight. III Regret our loyal hearts shall fill, When that time comes to pass, That we must leave this sacred Hill, Our happy, jovial class. So here is to our safe return At some appointed date, And here’s to the orange and the black Of Kenyon’s Nineteen Eight. page twenty-seven