Swarthmore College - Halcyon Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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THE HALCYON OF NINETEEN SEVENTEEN And now, the Classic Writers in our College Library. Because of the great elas- ticity given to the word classic by Sainte- Beuve, we could include here, not only the Greek editions by Herbert W. Smyth, but also tonnes from the study of Carroll R. Williams and dedicated to our Department of Law; entomologies by Wm. Stanley Marshall; classics on College Management by Hetty Coale Lippincott and Fannie Amelia WiUets; and Charles R. Miller ' s oration of that memorable Founders ' Day in 1915. (Is he a child of the Department of Political Science or does he belong to the EngHsh?) Here, too, 191 7 ' s Halcyon will cast its effulgence, side by side with that of 1914. My next Old Timer is the Benjamin West House. This is our greatest patent of nobility, the strongest connecting link be- tween Swarthmore College and the aristo- - - cratic old colonial days of Pennsylvania. ' ■ Whenever a Swarthmorean visits the Na- tional Portrait Gallery at London and views the beautiful marble bust of Benjamin West, the painter, he or she can swell up with pride at the thought that Benjamin West ' s birth- place is a part of the furnishings of our col- lege campus. Swarthmore ' s artistic strength, her aesthetic charm, lie not only in her woods and river and gracefully sloping swards, but also in the historical touches that dot her campus. Of these the Benjamin West House is naturally the most important. Go read the inscription upo n its venerable side and reflect upon the necessity of achieving something in life, if you would have your names endure and be known to men when you become Old Timers. And now our last subject, Michael at the station. In the picture of Swarthmore, upon which you will look back in future years, personalities will stand forth vividly. In high relief will be this old Celtic figure, Michael in his life-saving station. For more than seventeen years Michael ' s keen eyes have been piercing the invisible, his even keener nose has been ferreting out the odor of smoke long before the trains left Media or Morton. In all this time his vigilance has never slackened, his fidelity has never wavered. Nor have his manners. We could all learn many lessons in patience, rehableness, and courtesy from the Irish Michael. „ ISABELLE BrONK. MICHAEL H Page Tzventy-tzvo

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THE HALCYON OF NINETEEN SEVENTEEN We must now speed over the east campus to our next Old Timer. i . rasw ' SSWMiSSiS! ' aOK U ' ' impossible to pass the an- ' A ■ S w i ct HMMH cient Cherry Tree without a few re- flections. Ha, Ha! Professor T. A. Jenkins! So it was here thee first practiced whittling, and became so adept that thee can hew a Ro- manic word from an almost impos- sible Latin etymon. And it was here, Mr. David B. Rushmore and Mr. Joseph Fitch, that you cut your early figures, you who now cut such big ones in the engineering world, or as a magistrate and ex-assembly- man. Dr. Edward B. Martin, thee also did a little carving here, in preparation, we suppose, for thy arduous duties as host to the foot- ball team, and also for thy brave labors at a different kind of table. And J. R. H., our Very Own, thou fertile one much sought by the muse, we find here traces of thy first lispings, a few words from Ode to a Caterpillar and E. G. ' s Eyes. THE CHERRY TREE THE BENJAMIN WEST HOUSE Page Tivcnty-one

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Murderer — We are men, ni}- liege. Macbeth — Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.