University of Chicago - Cap and Gown Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Designed for the 1916 Cap and Gown by C. Raymond Johnston of the Chicago Little Theatre

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l tm E, YI Y Q Q Y 'tv Alma Mater Today we gladly sing the praise Of her who owns us as her sons 5 Our loyal voices let us raise And bless her with our benisons. Of all fair mothers, fairest she, Most wise of all that wisest be, Most true of all the true say we, Is our dear Alma Mater. A Her mighty learning we would tell, Tho' life is something more than lore, She could not love her sons so well Lo'u'd she not truth and honor more. We praise her breadth of charity, Her faith that truth shall make men free, That right shall live eternally, We praise our Alma Mater. The City White hath fled the earth, But where the azure waters lie, A nobler city hath its birth, The City Gray that ne'er shall die For decades and for centuries, Her battlemented tow'rs shall rise Beneath the hope-filled western skies, 'Tisvour dear Alma Mater. EDWIN 12 F. LEWIS, '94 W U 2? 'Q'

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e ' e 1 o. ::.,,w, ' ,-.-I I 1 ,, F 4, 1 CAP AND GOXVN The Old University of Chicago Y recollections of the old University are not only remote in time, but they are faded by lack of use. They have not been kept alive by frequent vi.sits to my Alma Mater and reunions with my colleagues. I left Chicago soon after graduation. I lived there again from 1876 to 1882, but even that last date is thirty- four years ago, and I have rarely been in the city since. The old institution closed its doors not long after that date. There have been no class reunions, and I know not who is living. I entered in the Sophomore year of the class of '71, so that it is forty-eight years- or soon will be-since Snowdon and I traveled down to the University of Chicago in the same Cottage Grove Avenue street car. We did not know each other until We entered the office of Dr. Burroughs and found that we were to be classmates. It was a handsome building that the University had, a reproduction, with some variations, of the Smithsonian Institute in Washington, in light stone. The southern wing was Jones Hall, a dormitory. I had a room on the top story in my Senior year, the two earlier years I lived with relatives on the West Side. The middle part of the building was devoted to class rooms and the beginning of a library, and such administrative offices as a small institution needed, and there was a larger chapel than we needed at the north end. There was plenty of ground around the building, but we were not scholastic enough to know that it was a campus. There was a considerable preparatory department, and back of the University was a Baptist Theological Seminary, known as the Hdipper factory, for youth is always irreverent. How many there were in the collegiate department I do not re- member, but perhaps sixty or seventy. In my class there were nine. In our Senior year we were joined by one more, but we treated him coldly as a rank outsider, and invariably regarded ourselves as nine. Besides Snowdon, who was my particular chum and my city editor when I was a reporter on the Chicago Times, there was Chesbrough, who went into law, Tucker, who studied both law and theology and died early, Pratt, who soon distinguished himself in medicine, Webb, who was also a doctor, Calkins, who, I think, went into business, Goodwillie, and I hope the one whose name does not just now occur to me will be indulgent if he sees thisg 1871 is forty-five years ago. C. C. Adams, the distinguished geograrpher and long on the staf of the New York Sim, was in the class behind, and I was associated with him in the local room of the Chicago Times. There was a good faculty. I remember all of them with respect and some of them with affection. I have always had a high opinion of President Burroughs. He deserved to succeed. That he did not make the University a success was due in some measure to personal antagonism outside of the institution. The most distinguished member of the faculty was Professor Boise, one of the most eminent Grecians in the COUUUY, who had 001116 from the University of Michigan. I recall him with veneration and. affection. I had the misfortune once to Wound him deeply, but it was without malice on my part and without resentment on his. I compared Demosthenes with Webster, greatly to the disadvantage of the former, but it was due to the fact that I could read the language of Webster with facility. I-1 r