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

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-y p. % % yi 9llumni, ( reat anti (J tijcrtoisc WAUTER EDWARD HARRIS, gj, l iihifigton Correspondent of The Richmonif TiniCi- ' Viipatch. ' P lIE father of liistorv got him a nice, smooth, and reasonably soft fl 1 potsherd, and with the point of his knife or spear set to work to perpetuate his prejudices. And every one of his imitators in tlie centuries since, has followed his example, whether using quill or pencil or typewriter. Old Plutarch may have been moved by some slight desire to assure himself that his prejudices would be handed down to posterity, but I incline to the belief that the delightful old gossip simply could not resist the temptation to prattle of the big guns of antiquity. I wish I might be the Plutarch of the AVasl ' .ington and I.ee alumni. I could not write my prejudices. I haven ' t any. I would gossip indefinitely. Possibly Plutarch, as he wrote so familiarly of the men who made Greece and Rome great, hoped that by such intimate description of the big guns of the ancients certain rays of glory from their name might be shed upon his. His wish was granted. I rarely think of Alexander or The.seus, or Coriola- nus, or Pericles,or Xuma Pompilius, that I do not think also of the old Boeot- ian .scribbler, who has left us the most reliable information we have con- cerning those great men. It is my regret that I have not lived in such close comnuuiication with Alma Mater as to be able to present in this article a complete list of the alumni who have risen to high station in the public life of this country. So I must assume that the average member of the alumni body and all the un- dergraduate body, are familiar with the long list. S Ik L JxSC?= v Jr)

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Cfje Brarrr ilaurrl ?w CARE not if tlic curtli when I am fjone Shall hdkl no echo of me: for I know That thro ' all yearlcss worlds whereto we go Thou wilt remember always. Like a dawn Thou earnest, with such soul that everything Grew lovelier, and my soul at thy dear word Leaped toward thy fairer level, as a bird Lifts toward a perfect morning in the spring. Yea, ever thou dost lead me on, above INIy loftiest summit beckoning, ever I Yearn upward from mine earthly self whereof Thou art the tender moon and starry sky. I care not for loud Fame ' s sure-withering bays, Crowned with the dearer laurel of thy praise. W. IL F.

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Olio licars imicli now-a-days of our ifrcat railroad Captains and Magnates, whose fj;reatest activity a])])ears to l)e in Wall Street niaiiiijula- tion and lefjislative lohhyinj;;. Out in llie ;reat world of practical railroad- ing, among the men that do the work, you will hear that one of the great- est Railroad Captains in the world is Julius Krutt.icluiitt, General Manager of the Harriman System — the Napoleon of railroad construction, as a recent writer has termed him. Mr. Kruttschni ' t took his C. E. with the Cias.s of ' 7. ' 5 and never loses an opportunity to prove his loyalty to the Alma Mater.