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

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Officers. E. Randolph Preston President. W. Carroll Moore, Vice-President. Thomas A. Bledsoe, Secretory and Treasurer. William G. McDoweli Historian. Class Roll. M Page Andrews, A. T. A . . . Shepherdstown, West Virginia. Edwin P. Bledsoe, i;. N Lexington, Virginia. Thomas A. Bledsok, 1). X Lexington, Virginia. VoLNEY M. Brown, Campbelltown, Texas. Ernest F Deacon, Flumen, Virginia. Frank L. Downey, Bunker Hill, West Virginia. William J. Elgin, i) K. 3., Leesburg, Virginia. PtOBERT Glasgow, Jr., ! r. A , Lexington, Viro-inia. .Iame.s F. Lawson, Lynchburg, Virginia. John W. Lee, Lexington, V irginia. William G. M(■Do yKLL, Lexington, Virginia. Charles C. McNeil, A. T A., Staunton, Mrginia. W. Carroll Moore, Lexington, Virginia. E. DuLANEY )TT, Hitrrisonburg, Virginia. E. Randolph Preston, i K. t., Lexington, Virginia. James M. Seig Meadow Dale, Virginia. J. W. S. Tucker, Lowesville, Virginia. William B. Wade Brownsburg, Virginia. Charles H Young, Chiistiansburg, Kentuckv. William C. Young, Christiansburg, Kentucky. 24

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in the products of their architectural skill ; philosophers who will eventually discover and give to the world the benefit of what they see. In short, all the branches of liberal culture are here re])re- sented, a representative class of a representative institution. We can hardly realize that the f(jur years are i)ast, time has not leaden wings for us. .Ks we close our eyes the whole scene riaslies Ix ' fore us and we seem to live over again tlie events of cnir sojourn here. ( )ur first sight of the old buildings, the first lectures, our fear of the professors we have since learned to admire. The vivid picture of our first Commencement is now before us. The visiting calic. the stifiing heat of baccalaureate Sunday, the thrill- ing excitement of the boat race as with tense nerves we watch the struggle for the mastery. At last the Final Ball, the fascinating whirls, the whispered words (of wliat only the guilt v know) and a year is gone. So each flies before us greatly alike in most respects, vet each characterized by some momentous event. Again we are laughing and joking with the old familiar faces some of whom we have loved long since and lost a while, gone forever from our lives, r ' riend- ships such as these made at College are only broken by death ' s cold grasp. The present comes before us and even now we can almost hear the cry, Naughty Xaught is dead, long live Naughty One, and our heart grows sad as we heave a sigh at the thought of the coming separation. No more will we tread the old familiar halls, or lounge in our favorite nook on the campus content in our ha])pi- ness. A sterner future is before us. No more will we cheer our fellows from the side lines, no more lead the ' cops an exciting midnight sprint to safety. And the night wind seems to whisper with Poe ' s Raven, Nevermore. Our requiem has been sung. The pen fails us, the head falls on the breast and we are sad over the past and uncertain for the future. Without, the pale moon is slowly sinking behind the hills in the west, shedding her pale light on the sleeping tow n. She is resigning her reign of the night to the greater orb of the day. We look to the east and behold. jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top. Over the crest we see the first rays of the morning sun and in this glorious radiance of the god of a new day we see the figure of Ambition beckoning- us on. E. D. S.

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History of the Class of 1901. A REETINGS, gentle reader! The Class of lyoi makes mTZ you its best bow and bespeaks for itself in advance AILA that same tactful courtesy and kind consideration that n vou have hitherto sh(.) vn its j)redecessors. And this boon we. its members, ask, not from a desire to blind vour eves to the few faults we may possess or from a sense of our own unworthiness, for we are fully aware of our own superior qualities, — in fact we have often been told so, — but because we feel it but the just due of a class so distinguished in its day in every department of college life. We ask that you will not judge us through the faulty spectacles of the old maid (the average Lexington old maid is competent to find faults in any thing on earth except herself and her pet cat) ; nor yet through the admiring eyes of the thirteen-year-old prep at the Ann Smith, who looks up to us as so many heroes whose example he is to imitate to the best of his slender ability ; but with the true, unbiased judgment of that par- ticular portion of the fair sex known as calico, who, though they may sometimes eat a fellow ' s Lowney ' s before his face and then poke a little innocent fun at him behind his back, have none the less a warm spot in their hearts for the college man and are his truest judges. And now having complied with our request, as we hope, bear with us a little as we attempt to remind you of some phases of our past career. Our first coming together as a class was on that ever memor- able fifteenth of September. 1897, when headed by the Board, the Facultv, and a brass band, we marched to the chapel to witness the inauguration of our president, William L. Wilson. As for the first time we gave the Long Yell, a newly awakened feeling of the dignity of our position stole gratefully down our spinal columns and imparted an erectness to our bearing and a proudness to the carriage of our heads that would have been the envy of the awkward squad then parading on a certain neighboring hill. As we listened to the speakers, we felt that the mantle of all the departed heroes 25