Ohio Wesleyan University - Le Bijou Yearbook (Delaware, OH)

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Ike Pie ic)eHi ' s Ules aae . . . There is something inevitable and everlasting about being a college graduate. It is very much like being born into a family. You belong to that family forever whether you want to or not You may be dis- inherited, or you may cut yourself off from any connection with its mem- bers, but that makes no essential difference; you still belong to that family stock and nothing can separate you from it. Your history is a part of the history of that family. Now, of course, your relation with a college is a little different. You choose to come to this college and not that, and you do not make any choice about your family. You can change from one college to another, and you cannot do that with families. But — and this is the important thing — when once you have completed your work and been graduated you are forever a graduate of that college and nothing can change that fact. You belong, and all the King ' s horses and all the King ' s men cannot make Humpty Dumpty other than a member of that alumni body. Now what has that to do with Le Bijou? Much in many ways. It IS a book of remembrance, which will continue through the years to make real and vivid all the many little things and big things which go to make up what it means to be an Ohio V esleyan m.an or woman. Because you belong, say to the Smith family, may mean little or much, depending on the number and strength of the ties which bind you to your particular Smith tribe Because you belong to the Ohio Wesleyan family may like- wise mean little or much, depending on the ties which keep you in con- tact, as you travel through the years, with what college meant and may continue to mean in memory as long as you live. So, hail to another year of Le Bijou, another volume m the sacred book of remembrance of undergraduate days at 0. V U. — Edmund D. Soper [8]

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To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The surrounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. — from Ulysses by Tennyson iIh Ulemoliam THE LATE DEAN SMYSER ! • .

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