Ripon College - Crimson Yearbook (Ripon, WI)

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---If=?J 1922- FOREWORD “AS TRUE AS RIPON ROWELS’ It is the desire of the staff in publishing this, the 1922 Crimson, to produce an interesting and accurate record of the year’s happenings, Ripon’s activities and life on the campus, so that in the future when we, as “grads.” shall have left the hill, we may turn the pages of this annual and live again our college days, and recall the old associations. There is a part of life at Ripon which no word or picture can describe in full—the Ripon spirit. But who of us can ever forget it. that spirit which makes of Ripon’s every un- dertaking a success, which distinguishes every Ripon man and woman, and which is the very heart of Ripon democ- racy? The Freshman senses it from the day of his arrival and with each year he becomes more and more imbued with it, until, as a Senior about to leave our Alma Mater, he knows that it is that spirit, more than anything else, that has made Ripon dear to him. Loyalty, democracy- and love for our college and fel- lowmen constitute a part of the Ripon spirit. But, perhaps, the essence of it all is truth—the truth that creates sincer- ity of purpose, lofty ideals, and earnest effort. And so, to exemplify that essence of the Ripon spirit, the Crimson has in this edition, revived an old, traditional expression which has come to us from Ripon. England, the town for which our city and college were named. Many years ago. old Ripon became famous for the man- ufacture of excellent rowels, that part of a rider’s spur with which he was wont to prick the sides of his horse. Thus the expression, “As true as Ripon Rowels” became a general one and was associated throughout England with the name, Ripon. It has come to us down through the ages as a heritage from Ripon old. a heritage to honor and revere since it so truly expresses the spirit of Ripon new. Page Five

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-THE CRIAVxx =JJ----------l£=2T- SpOMZ-: ALMA MATER THE COLLEGE ANTHEM (Sung at attention, uncovered) Far within Wisconsin’s prairies, Wreathed in laurels green; Stands our noble Alma Mater, Ripon's glorious queen. Long she’s stood ’mid cloud and sunshine Firmly braved the storm; Loyal hearts now give thee greeting, Praises true and warm. Chorus: Lift the chorus, speed it onward, Shout from sea to sea, Hail to thee, our Alma Mater, Hail, all hail, to thee! Page Four

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Page Six Professor Jesse Fox Taintor