PRESIDENT HOPKINS

Slumbering among the pine trees Far to the northward, lies the homeland, Where fierce Peboan, the winter, Prowls about the tight drawn curtains, Seeking where a thong is broken Or a rent is in the deerskin Through which he may blow the snow flakes And let in the frigid northwind; But the bitter cold of winter Matters nothing to the warrior In whose loyal heart the warmth is Of the comradeship of Dartmouth; So we, who have long been dwelling With the friendly tribes to southward, As the winter closes on us, Picture to ourselves the smoke wreaths Rising from the northern wigwams, Curling lazily up skyward, Look with longing and with yearning Toward the campfires of the homeland. Then it is that our great Sachem, He who moulds the youths of Dartmouth, Teaching them the art of hunting And of independent thinking, Big Hop, unexcelled in carving And in fashioning the ivory Which is found in such abundance In the halls about the campus, Takes from off its peg the bearskin To give warmth upon the journey, Closely gathers it about him, Takes the trail from out the northland And comes forth to see his tribesmen, Exiled, lonesome, homesick tribesmen; Comes to smoke the ancient peace pipe, Joins this Potlatch of the Chieftains. When we named him as our Sachem

Well we knew his skill in hunting And in teaching other tribesmen Of the white mans' artifices; But what was of first importance Knew we, that of inspiration From a contact and communion With the leader we long worshipped Sachem William Jewett Tucker, None had had the same high privilege, None knew of his plans and purpose Or to them was more devoted, None more loyally would serve them Than would he; and as a decade Nearly has approached completion Since we chose him, as our leader, With what pride we've seen him growing To the stature of the greatest Of the mighty men of learning Who've devoted lives to teaching, By example and by precept, How young braves may learn to render To the world the greatest service. So without more introduction That his message he may bring you From the campfires of the homeland. Where in winter as in summer Constantly the watch he's keeping To preserve the old traditions, I present to you our Sachem.