University of Virginia - Corks and Curls Yearbook (Charlottesville, VA)

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Jifhuw! i I rGhe Gateway I I I I hhTroubled and sore at heart, I set out tonight on a journey that always brings me Peace. I entered by this Gateway. Here hes the Way of Honor. Here shines the Light of Truth. For more than a century young men have entered here. For centuries to come, these young men, grown old, will guide the footsteps of their sons to this Gateway I I I I

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T5he CProphets Stmy : llI have walked far tonightmas I have on a thousand other nights. I have lookedmas I have a thousand times beforewn the University of Virginia. HNow and then I am troubled and sore at heart. You see, I live here I I I Il'mthe P'rophet raised his hand in a smt of half gesture- I I I I in the shadow of the Rotunda. Strange rumors reach me. WThe world breeds little men, my son, as well as men of larger mould. a call you my son because you are a student here and because you will one day wear the Honors of Honorj The world gave us Thomas jefe'rson I I I Ill-magain a slight raising of the hand toward the lower levels of the Lawnmll I I I I and sometimes it gives us men who call him, and all that he stood fonm Fool! uRumors come to me, here in the shadow of jejfersonls dream, of men who zealously wave aloft the Banner which they have named Morality while they sneer at the Torch of Honor which, in founding this University, he lighted. llBut you and I know, my son,wr else we would not be here tonight-that Morality is but of the F lesh and that Honor is of the Spirit. The flesh is cmruptible; the spirit is incormptible. 1:771: VY' - , ,T$ ' W, , x 1 Lu , vmwwjmwmwwwmqw: 3 l w 1 H l Awwmwxm.t -M-Aukgsgtmmnwmhuew- x t, E, F: t t l w t t l l Llflg'+iylakmlt1sk -'-:-..J:'.H y. ' '14: V k4

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m e, m, .n hm, e H 77 r' ' W H LT h 123.11 e iwu eh, MiNmu Ehe Old Hospital I I I I I entered by this Gateway, musing to myself: qThe Way of Honor, the Light of Truthh I I I I and suddenly I stood before the portal of the old hospital. The last words of the inscription came to my lips: The Will to Work for Me'n.P What could it meanIthis small building, this handfulof brick and morta'r, these quiet, white columns I I I I hhe M NWRhM mt I h H; Mwww