The Lords of 1895, complete with what appears to be a terrier.
While the Reveille has mysterious origins, the earliest volume available in the admissions office is from 1895 — apparently the only yearbook left there to represent the 19th century. Reading it, I was happy to find that there really never has been a time when Kenyon wasn’t a bit weird.
The Kenyon Reveille’s comfortable home, in a corner of Ransom Hall.
Though not in bad condition, this volume greeted me by ejecting its title page from its binding.
Each class had a page to itself indicating its class colors, class yell and officers.
The class of ’97 also had an elected “Prophet,” “Poet” and “Toastmaster.”
To make up for a lack of photographs (which were expensive at the time), illustrations were submitted.
Such as this one for the “Kenyonite Order of Holy Monks.”
…One of a few clubs that has, one way or another, not survived to the present.
The “Raspberry Jam Club,” bravely championed by Martin Myers ’96.
The “Knights of Rest,” Honorary Members “SQEIWZHGTDWJX,” “BNBJHQRHBON” and “FFLEMXCWONTZ.”
Mandolin Club was going strong, though.
And a few organizations are still with us today.
The Kenyon Collegian, Volume XX.
What I can only assume is an accurate portrayal of Greek life around the turn of the century — or now, really.
A few contributions from the illustrator I was unable to comprehend, but still appreciated.
“As Others See Us — GRINDS”