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College Notes
Subject
Campus Updates
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[Unknown]
Source
http://addison.vt.edu/record=b1775388~S1
Publisher
Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University
Date
April 1877
Contributor
Josh Dobbs, Jenna Zan
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Permission to publish images from The Gray Jacket must be obtained from Special Collections, Virginia Tech.
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Text
Language
English
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Miscellanea
Identifier
LD5655.V8 L4, ser.1, v.2, no.6 (April 1877), p6
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A cadet whose first name indicates intelligence, remarked a short time since that if he were three years older, and a certain young lady whom he greatly admires, two years older, he would make a proposal relative to that most desirable of all conditions, matrimony. Our young friend need not wait so long, for if his lady friend should consent to take his name she will have become, in her palmiest days, quite old enough.
The Hon. J. Randolph Tucker, the distinguished orator, jurist and statesman, has accepted the invitation to deliver the next annual address before the literary societies of the V. A. M. C.
Capt. Robert Snavely, graduate of 1876, will deliver the annual address before the Alumni Association of the V. A. M. C. on the —— of August, 1877.
The new college buildings having been completed, our President thinks the next thing in order is dormitories. He says if the State will give us twice as much money as we now get, we can have twice as many professors and educate twice as many students.
Our Literary Societies should feel greatly encouraged possessing as they do most substantial proof of the interest which is felt in their success. The Maury is indebted to the generosity of Judge Cochran for a beautiful fifty dollar medal, and recently some unknown friend has given a like medal to the Lee.
One of the Professers is reported as saying that he would like to try one of the new guns, but thinks it rather dangerous to do, as he don't know when the d——n thing would stop!
The west building of the new college will be ready for occupation by the first of May.
Under the energetic management of Gen. Boggs, many additions and improvements have been made in
both the drawing and mechanical departments. He has nearly straightened out everything and we may
look for great improvements in both departments in the next half session.
Even our old editors write nothing for us, notwithstanding all of their good promises. Old friends, one and all, let us hear from you soon, and remembering the old adage better late than never.
Somebody put into circulation, one evening a few weeks ago, a rumor that our friend J. R. had been so fortunate as to have had half a million dollars left him. In a few minutes John found himself surrounded with friends. He never knew before how many friends he had. They clustered around him and shook his hand and embraced and wanted to know if he didn't intend to give a supper, and one of our editors came in great haste to congratulate him and ask if he didn't intend to give the society a $100 medal. For a few days John contemplated leaving college to get away from his friends, but as he had perpetrated the joke himself, he concluded to remain and see how many of his ardent friends would stand by him.
Russell, following the repeated and urgent advice of Prof. Martin, has been writing poetry, but instead of winning for himself immortality as he hoped, he succeeded only in getting himself into a fight. He says he thought it strange that so little poetry was written for the Gray Jacket, but that he no longer wonders at it. Poetry has to be written under difficulties here.
A "prep" who has been frequently troubled by notes from the President, is said to have perpetrated the following, and endeavored to induce the janitor to take it around to the gentlemen named: "The following gentlemen will please report at my office at 4 o'clock this P. M., promptly:
Mr. Minor, C. L. C.
Mr. Lane, J. H.
Mr. Boggs, W. R.
F. T. —————
President."
He said the gentlemen had absented themselves from classes, and that he wished to have them up about it.
Some weeks since one of the boys killed four dogs at one shot, and it was not a good night for dogs, either.
Like many more distinguished citizens, the Vice-President (Andy) decided after the election, that if he had known before the 7th of November as much as he now does, he wouldn't have voted the Republican ticket.
Many of the graduates and students who have left college, appear to have forgotten the Gray Jacket. We most earnestly ask for their aid both in subscriptions and in contributions for our columns.
Dutch Alley is no more! It has passed away forever and,
"The glory that blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim remembered story
Of the old time entombed."
Never again shall it be the "bugbear" of "Rats," nor the dread of the college. The prayers of the righteous no longer ascend to Heaven for its conversion and sanctification! Its chambers are now silent and deserted! Never more shall its august tribunal sit in judgment to mete out punishment to evil doers! Never more shall its halls echo the martial tread of its "warhorse." Its mighty chieftains shall come forth from it no more! "The Bull," "the Ram," "the Drone," "the Goat" and "the Little Man," put on their warpaint no more forever! It no longer has a "Moses" to guide nor a "Solomen" to speak in proverbs. It is forsaken and desolate, and its "Beauty" has fled forever! Not even a "Whang-a-doodle" remaineth to mourn for it, and through its desolated chambers the winds whistle a requiem to departed splendor and fallen greatness!
The Hon. J. Randolph Tucker, the distinguished orator, jurist and statesman, has accepted the invitation to deliver the next annual address before the literary societies of the V. A. M. C.
Capt. Robert Snavely, graduate of 1876, will deliver the annual address before the Alumni Association of the V. A. M. C. on the —— of August, 1877.
The new college buildings having been completed, our President thinks the next thing in order is dormitories. He says if the State will give us twice as much money as we now get, we can have twice as many professors and educate twice as many students.
Our Literary Societies should feel greatly encouraged possessing as they do most substantial proof of the interest which is felt in their success. The Maury is indebted to the generosity of Judge Cochran for a beautiful fifty dollar medal, and recently some unknown friend has given a like medal to the Lee.
One of the Professers is reported as saying that he would like to try one of the new guns, but thinks it rather dangerous to do, as he don't know when the d——n thing would stop!
The west building of the new college will be ready for occupation by the first of May.
Under the energetic management of Gen. Boggs, many additions and improvements have been made in
both the drawing and mechanical departments. He has nearly straightened out everything and we may
look for great improvements in both departments in the next half session.
Even our old editors write nothing for us, notwithstanding all of their good promises. Old friends, one and all, let us hear from you soon, and remembering the old adage better late than never.
Somebody put into circulation, one evening a few weeks ago, a rumor that our friend J. R. had been so fortunate as to have had half a million dollars left him. In a few minutes John found himself surrounded with friends. He never knew before how many friends he had. They clustered around him and shook his hand and embraced and wanted to know if he didn't intend to give a supper, and one of our editors came in great haste to congratulate him and ask if he didn't intend to give the society a $100 medal. For a few days John contemplated leaving college to get away from his friends, but as he had perpetrated the joke himself, he concluded to remain and see how many of his ardent friends would stand by him.
Russell, following the repeated and urgent advice of Prof. Martin, has been writing poetry, but instead of winning for himself immortality as he hoped, he succeeded only in getting himself into a fight. He says he thought it strange that so little poetry was written for the Gray Jacket, but that he no longer wonders at it. Poetry has to be written under difficulties here.
A "prep" who has been frequently troubled by notes from the President, is said to have perpetrated the following, and endeavored to induce the janitor to take it around to the gentlemen named: "The following gentlemen will please report at my office at 4 o'clock this P. M., promptly:
Mr. Minor, C. L. C.
Mr. Lane, J. H.
Mr. Boggs, W. R.
F. T. —————
President."
He said the gentlemen had absented themselves from classes, and that he wished to have them up about it.
Some weeks since one of the boys killed four dogs at one shot, and it was not a good night for dogs, either.
Like many more distinguished citizens, the Vice-President (Andy) decided after the election, that if he had known before the 7th of November as much as he now does, he wouldn't have voted the Republican ticket.
Many of the graduates and students who have left college, appear to have forgotten the Gray Jacket. We most earnestly ask for their aid both in subscriptions and in contributions for our columns.
Dutch Alley is no more! It has passed away forever and,
"The glory that blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim remembered story
Of the old time entombed."
Never again shall it be the "bugbear" of "Rats," nor the dread of the college. The prayers of the righteous no longer ascend to Heaven for its conversion and sanctification! Its chambers are now silent and deserted! Never more shall its august tribunal sit in judgment to mete out punishment to evil doers! Never more shall its halls echo the martial tread of its "warhorse." Its mighty chieftains shall come forth from it no more! "The Bull," "the Ram," "the Drone," "the Goat" and "the Little Man," put on their warpaint no more forever! It no longer has a "Moses" to guide nor a "Solomen" to speak in proverbs. It is forsaken and desolate, and its "Beauty" has fled forever! Not even a "Whang-a-doodle" remaineth to mourn for it, and through its desolated chambers the winds whistle a requiem to departed splendor and fallen greatness!