University of Vermont - Ariel Yearbook (Burlington, VT)

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Senior Ebitorial We would that we might accost you with the ancient salutation, ' ' most potent, grave, and reverend seniors. But how can we call you potent when we recall your many weaknesses. All the summer preceding our arrival at this institution we had been told of your might and valor and the woes that were in store for us, till at length our dreams were haunted with giants and dragons who chanted in doleful measure such awful words as these :- Fe fl fo fum ! I smell the blood of the poor freshman, but when we landed we found our giant, a pigmy and our dragon, an amoeba. When it came to the foot ball game, we played you to a standstill 5 so that any freshman could, if he were suiiciently well informed in Scottish poetry, rise up and say :- ' If thou sayest We're not peer, To any Soph. in college here, Oatley, Byington, Farr, St. Cyr, Horatio thou hast lied. We prepared for the game by reading daily seven chapters of Fox 's Book of Martyrs. We concluded the day by singing just tell the news to mother. Since it is hardly advisable to call you potent seniors we will do our best to call you ' 'grave at any rate. Indeed we could not do otherwise if we would. When we consider the stately steppings of Currier, Mackay and Aiken, and when we see the ravenous way that Dunlop, Edson and Young pursue their daily tasks, we are compelled to think of the grave in one sense if not in another. As a class, once ortwice we have heard your demi, semi quaver mingled in the din of the multitude, but it soon died away into meaningless inanities. Yea- The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth ne'er gave, Has long since reached the inevitable hour And in our Seniors it has found its grave. 23

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But Virgil sings, Arma virumque camo, which being translated means, jewels are often found in mud. Your history as a class has verified the Words of the poet and we must not fail to recognize it. Hail to your Nye, the immortal William, who by his genial ways and winning songs has done much to clear away your hours of gloom. Honor to Libby, the successor of our immortal pa, whose voice has been heard in college meetings oft and anon as he strove in favor of the public weal. Sing hymns to Webster, the Esau of the class. Most any old kind of pottage would cause him to surrender his birth-right, or history notes at any rate. We are glad to return honor to whom honor is due, hence the above unsolicited testimonials. We never fully suspected the degree that the spirit of reform had permeated your class till one evening last spring when we were down town. There by the park were the incorrigibles, Sturgess and Fort, leaning against a lamp-post while Oatley and Tobey stood near. Approaching nearer we heard Sturgess say z Thatsh all right Chicj but we ain't goin to do any sush thing fhicj , are we john? Haint had enny sush time fhicj in years. Go ,way. And then the dulcet tones of Oatley were heard as he plead with them to leave their evil ways and cleave to the right. Poor Iesse's eyes were suffused with tears as he tried to lead the erring Fort towards home. It was a very touching scene. But, despite the general glory of your class, we think that the peculiarly brilliant star in your scholastic iirmament is James Chesterield Jones, the Glad- stonian Jefferson of the zoth century. In him is all the wisdom of the ages per- sonified. Hardly so successful as a scholar as Kirkpatrick, or as fluent in his oratory as Pember, yet the sterling qualities of his tout ensemble End no peer save in the junior Dinkey, the coming historiographer of the Chinese Wall. With Jones, we close thy history, oh, class of 19oo. We have hardly done justice to thee, but we have done our best. As Drury would say, in writing a story : The ornate incomprehensibility of your esoteric profundity possessesimmensity exceeding our powers of inkual description, hence-au rewz'r. H 24