LOOKIN BACK

AND SO TO COMMENCEMENT, 1915, and the final ceremonies which made us members of the great body of Alumni.

We've reviewed in thumb-nail sketches the activities, individual and collective, of many '15ers; we've recalled those who took active part in college affairs and reviewed events, many of which perhaps have been forgotten—many others which needed only a brief mention to bring them back as if only of yesterday.

And so whether wearers of the "D" or not; whether president of this or manager of that, June 23, 1915 was the day upon which the ultimate and, after all, the primary reason for spending four years in College came to its consummation, and we're going to tell you, lest you forget, of some among us who topped many more among us in those academic honors which don't come from taking Football I and II; Leb XV and XVI; Applied Astrology XI; and all of good old Ben Marshall's and Teabrick Hawes's courses.

Top honors went to Ralph A. Sawyer as valedictorian and to Dave Hitchcock as salutatorian; with other commencement addresses by Al Bradley, George Young, Charlie Griffith and Gov Jordan, and Ralph also was the recipient of the Chamberlain scholarship.

The Phi Beta Kappas were Boggs, Borella, Bradley, Burgum, Dunn, Fletcher, Griffith, Hitchcock, Ingalls, Jordan, Kinne, Mac Hale, Pray, Priddy, Ruml, Sanborn, Sargeant, Sawyer and Young, and most of them were Rufus Choaters, also. In addition to those who reached Phi Beta Kappa, there were cited in the First Honor Group, Coon, Montsie and Pearce. The Second Honor Group, added to this list, Braun, Byers, Bob Frothingham, Kelly, Miles, Parnell, Rice, St. Clair, Schroeder, Vining, Whit and Young.

Of course, some specialized more than others, and so the list of Departmental Honors showed exceptional ability in Latin, MacFarland; English, Gov Jordan and Young; French, Jim Bickford; German, Norton; Mathematics, Sawyer; Physics, Sanborn and Ralph Sawyer; History, Parnell and Paul Sargeant; Economics, Al Bradley, Fletcher and Charlie Sargent; Philosophy, Kinne and Ruml; Psychology, Ruml; Zoology, Atwood.—and the highest Departmental Honors of all went to Beards Ruml in Psychology.

Just before Wet Down, and awarded at that final event of the year, the John Barrett Medal for all-round achievement went by popular vote and faculty sponsorship to Charlie Griffith; the Grimes prize for general improvement to Stick Parnell; the Warren prize scholarship to Ralph Sawyer; the Kenneth Archibald athletic scholarship divided between Bud Whitney and Bags Wanamaker; the Bennett prize for Political Science to Cecil Whitney; the Woodbury Law School prize to Cecil Whitney and George Young; Pray modern language prizes to Jim Bickford and Warren Montsie; Philosophy prize to Beards Ruml.

Summa and Magna Cum Laude rank went to the same ones who had negotiated the charmed circles of First and Second Honor groups, and a few of those who didn't get the "Summa" or the "Magna," got the "Laude" with no further embellishment.

And the rest of us—well, we got a diploma with a lot of Latin which even Johnny K. Lord's training couldn't assist us in reading, but which we cherish 10, these twenty-five years as evidence of membership in a class which from that first day together in September 1911 to June of 1915 made itself a definite place in the activities of the College and left its record carved in the granite of New Hampshire.

"Bud" Whitney as class marshal led us into Webster Hall for our last official act as undergraduates—l didn't count all the names on the program—but I seem to recall there were about 267 of us that day who received the words of wisdom from imported and native speakers, and finally we were handed our degrees by President Ernest Fox Nichols who had been president throughout our four years.

And with that final act we became Alumni—the culmination of that song of countless Class Hums, as we moved successively each year from in front of Bissell, Webster, Dartmouth—and thence to the Senior Fence:

Where oh Where are the pea green freshmen—

Where oh Where are the gay young soph'mores—

Where oh Where are the drunken juniors—

Where oh Where are the grand old seniorsand

Where oh Where are the staid ALUMNI—

Let me answer that last for you; what say?

SAFE AT LAST IN HANOVER JUNE 14 to 16, 1940 '15 UP