University of the South - Cap and Gown Yearbook (Sewanee, TN)

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)ur mountainous vantage By name . . . The unfading story of Sewanee has been unfolding for the past one hundred and nine years. Her sons, who came in newness, left as older and wiser men. The story of the Sewanee Man, both student and teacher, succeeded: a Christian gentleman, humane and open-minded. Only in honor is flexibility denied. The Honor Code has bred men of iron integrity who demand the same quality from all who surround them. Honor has never been dispensable at Sewanee; its absence would transform her beyond recognition. The scenery from our mountainous vantage encourages a pioneer spirit, and the educated mind wanders into the vast- ness of the valleys and plateaus. Through- out these uplands the mood of Dvorak ' s Neiv World Symphony lingers. So the land also lends itself to the spirit and character of the Sewanee Man. In another way, the natural setting en- hances the feeling that all Sewanee men share. Sewanee is one of a handful of col- leges that can boast of the distinction of intimacy. Her men know each other by name and personality, instilling in them a sense of fellowship in the pursuit of ex- cellence, while broadening their under- standing of the kaleidoscope of human af- fairs. Sewanee counts as part of her the leader and the follower, the conservative and the liberal, the boor and the scholar, and the length and breadth of the social spectrum. and by personality.

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II MS! I ' M UK There is no flexibility in honor Christian gentlemen

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A direction in study must be taken. At some time in the great welter of ex- periences that is Sewanee a direction in study must be taken. For many it is a crucial event. However, mistakes are rare thanks to the liberal arts system, which gives each participant a final exposure to the subjects that he thought that he had previously diagnosed. Sometimes a new bent is discovered, and fateful impetus is given to an undreamed of future. At Sewanee, time is the seasons, start- ing in the passing of green leaves; then the crisp, smoky smell of autumn inter- spersed with isolating fog; gnarled, wintry trees clawing the colorless sky; and last the warm, electric feeling of spring air and budding life. Time is grades and transcripts, and the full feeling of high achievement; or perhaps it is the escaping Sunday afternoon of a party weekend. Even more, maybe all of these things are what we call time in the rich mosaic of the Sewanee experience.