Washington and Lee University - Calyx Yearbook (Lexington, VA)

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Histoiv or fhe Ckiss or 1900, To WRITE history with no data, is a feat which can be suc- cessfully performed only by a memljer of the History Class, and I. never having been a student in that department, find the task a somewhat difificult one. When the form of the earliest meml)er appeared above the aca- demic horizon is a fact kept sacredly secret. Alike unknowing and unknown ' we came here and have by various and diverse routes reached this point in our academic career. For the first time we become known to each other and to the public as a class, the Class of 1900, the latest, best gift of the collegiate century to the intellec- tual world. Standing on the learning of the past we press eagerly forward to engrave with varied chisel our name on a new century ' s bright page. The progenitor of a long race that shall bear the sur- name 1900 we set the standard high, and challenge our successors to attain to its lofty eminence. On the twenty-ninth of January last, our class held its first meeting and received its organization. But few were present. As the result of previous scheming, Mr. J. K. Graves, than whom none among our number is cherished with more tender afifection, was unanimously elected to the office of president. On the same ticket was Mr. G. B. Shields, who was elected to the office of vice-presi- dent. Mr. H. B. Chermside, whose budding genius has already begun to win for him renown, was chosen to represent our class as an editor of the Calyx. At a subsequent meeting Mr. S. W. Frierson and your humble scribe were elected to the offices of treasurer and historian respectively. No better men than these (pardon the egotism) could have been selected. It is praise suffi- cient when I say that they are worthy to represent our honorable body. To describe those peculiar accomplishments and endowments, which have so endeared each of us to our respective selves, would be a task too arduous for so feeble a pen. But I should be remiss in my duty did I not mention, pinkest among the pink, Mr. F. H. Anschutz, our sweet singer, whose mellifluous tones would penetrate 23