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

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Only forty years after Sewanee was founded some- one made this astute observation in the 1898 Cap and Gotvn, Roughly speaking, the Academs maybe divided into 4 classes: the students, the athletes, the society men, and those who don ' t do anything in particular. Considering the delicacy of their constitutions (judging, of course, from the ' excused account of illness ' in the Proctor ' s books ) , the mortality of this body is very small. Then there is the Cap and Gown of 1918 which pub- lished the following, When the country called Sewanee responded nobly. Seventy-five per cent of our last year ' s student-body are with the colors. ' The Rovers of the South ' now rove the world, and in almost every branch of the service may be found representatives of the Church University set upon a hill . . . The spirit of the Old South, risen from the hunts of the storied past, again is making glorious hi.story.

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In 1928, the Cap and Goivn included a section on the ABC ' s of Sewanee, pari of which is reprinted here, A IS FOR Auto, a Frosh can not own one. C is for Chapel and Cuts if you ' re missed. E is for EQB Club where they bull — H is for History now so easily passed. P are the Proctors, deaf, bUnd, and dumb. Z is for Zero, a grade got in Math. The tone of the ' IQ ' s evaporated like smoke, however, in the 1948 Cap and Gown: But however dark the hour might have been. Sewanee has never lacked the two elements most essential to her genius — men and ideals. Finally, in 1958 one editor summed-up many feelings when he wrote into the Centennial Edition of the Cap and Gown, Nostalgia is something we should never know because after it has blinded us it will leave us with the loneliest awareness of a faintly remembered sensation in unrevisited place. When we have gone from the Mountain two or three years we will have memories of . . . trips, of groggy mornings, of incred- ibly unattractive blind dates, of Abbo classes, of a bare light in Walsh Hail at three o ' clock in the morning with its des[)erate crammer, of owl flicks; but what is it that makes the octogenarian alumnus smile and look down and away at the mention of Sewanee?