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President Welcomes Freshmen to Elston Homestead

Howard W. Hewitt – Wabash’s Class of 2013 ended its five days of orientation Wednesday night by having ice cream with President and Mrs. White.

See a photo album here.

The tradition is a fun one. The President clearly enjoys the chance to shake hands, share a story about a hometown, or ask the young men how they’re doing.

Chris White is ever the gracious hostess encouraging the young men to walk through Elston Homestead, the Presidential home. Or she’s pointing out the restrooms, available water, and ever welcoming to the new students.

For the freshmen you get the sense that it’s a relief to get down to business. The long days of orientation, registration, fraternity rush, moving in, buying books and all of the other tasks are now over.

The students have their first Wabash classroom experience Thursday (Aug. 27). You get the feeling they’re more than ready for it all to begin!

And if you just can’t ever get enough of "Old Wabash," the evening ends with the President and freshman singing Old Wabash.

 

WAR Council Hands Out Gatorade to Freshmen

Howard W. Hewitt – Freshmen are somewhat overwhelmed the first few days of orientation. They are learning their way around, registering for classes, and being given lots of advice.

Sometimes it takes a gimmick to make a point. Members of the College’s WAR Council think there is nothing wrong with that! What teenage guy doesn’t drink gatorade? And, if there is a point to be made — all the better!

The Council members, who promote peer education on alcohol habits, wanted to be at Monday night’s behavior talk about the Gentleman’s Rule. But they couldn’t resolve logistics so instead headed to Salter Hall Tuesday night for the tail end of the new students’ session with career services.

"We wanted to create a positive image of the WAR Council right off the bat," said President Jacob Surface ’11. "In the past a lot of people have thought the War Council was a nancy-no-fun group. We really want to show them that we like to have fun but we want to make sure everybody on campus is safe."

Last spring the War Council presented a "six pack" of talks on alcohol education. They kept up the six pack theme Tuesday night by giving each freshman a six pack of Gatorade.

"Besides being a public relations type event, it is to keep the freshmen excited at this point in the orientation," Surface said. "We know they can get down and tired, especially the athletes. Gatorade is a great way to keep them hydrated and show them that Wabash is a great place where they’re going to have a lot of opportunities and some free stuff."

Surface gave special recognition to WAR Council advisor Mark Colston and Patrick Griffith ’10 for their efforts organizing the event. Colston noted that Menards in Lafayette was a big help in getting 265 six packs of Gatorade for the event.

The WAR council was created by a grant from the NCAA.

In photos: Top left, freshmen make off with six packs of Gatorade. Lower right, freshman Jeffry Bohorquez.

Class of 2013 – Your Bell is Ringing

Kim Johnson – The freshmen have arrived, the upperclassmen are trickling in, and classes are about to begin. Campus is bustling with energy once again!
 
I have said it many times before and will say it again, my favorite time of the year is move-in weekend. When I started here almost two years ago, the semester was nearly half over so I missed move-in. Last year, my daughter was born on Freshman Saturday so I was a bit preoccupied and missed it again. But as it approached this year, I was first in line to “sign up” for my turn to cover the action.
 
Seeing my excitement, Jim Amidon bestowed upon me the honor of writing the “Ringing-In” story! I made sure to find my seat in Pioneer Chapel long before the students and families arrived and have my camera lenses and notepad ready to go. I took a few dozen shots of the families filing in and pictured the wide-angle shot I wanted of the entire place alive with the sounds of “Old Wabash.”
 
The National Association of Wabash Men President-elect Greg Castanias spent only a few minutes at the podium but set the tone for the entire day for me. He spoke mostly of his time as a freshman sitting in the very same Chapel seats as the Class of 2013. He recalled not remembering much of what was actually said or what he was thinking that day, but he said, “What I should have haven thinking was ‘Wow. This is where it all starts.’ For me, that was the time and this was the place that my world opened up to me.”
 
That’s what it is about move-in weekend that I love so much – the world is opening to all these men – and do they even realize it? Do they know how special they are? They are at Wabash where their faculty are top-notch and they and their peers are the cream of the crop. Not everyone gets to come to Wabash – they are among the 250 chosen for those seats.
 
The opportunities are limitless – service and sports, study abroad and immersion trips all over the world, engaged and high-achieving alumni brothers right at their fingertips. Not to mention a diverse student body… where it may seem other campuses have more diversity, more international and/or minority students, I challenge them to find any other campus where the interaction with students from a background different than their own is so inherent and expected in the culture like at Wabash.
 
The faculty and staff are involved – they’ll jump off a bridge into the freezing Yellowstone River with their students, they invite students into their homes and lives, they wrap their arms around the men, and guide them to learning they never thought possible.
 
Castanias spoke of all the Wabash men who had come before and after him who went on to outstanding accomplishments. “I’ll bet that none of them – all of them your brothers – had any clue about what waited for them on the road ahead,” Castanias said.
 
It makes me think about that scene in A Charlie Brown Christmas where the girl with “naturally curly hair” is complaining about Pigpen, and Charlie Brown does a little monologue about carrying the dirt of King Nebuchadnezzar or something like that. While it’s meant to be funny, it really blows me away when I stop to think about it.
 
Same with the bell… these Wabash men are at the beginning of great things. These men will go on to invent new medicines and cure diseases. These men will discover new species. They will go on to write new literature, new music, new software and mathematical theorems. They will be doctors, lawyers, and maybe even a Supreme Court justice. They will be politicians who challenge ideals. They will become faculty who care and nurture another generation of great thinkers.
 
Regardless of their paths, they will become teachers, they will lead, they will ask questions, and they will be a cut above.
 
That’s what I heard as I looked across the beaming faces of the 18-20-year-old men while the Caleb Mills bell rang and officially inaugurated them as Wabash Men.
 
Men of 2013, your bell is ringing.
 

My Favorite Wabash Tradition

Jim Amidon — Wabash College is a pretty neat and somewhat quirky place.

It survives and thrives on traditions — like when President Pat White “rung in” the Class of 2013 with a hand bell that’s at least 175 years old and which Caleb Mills used to call the first students to class in 1833.

There are other traditions and rites of passage that I love, too — Chapel Sing and Homecoming, freshmen guarding the campus the week before the Monon Bell Game, and how the Phi Delts still tip their pots (caps) to professors and administrators.

Those are enduring qualities of the institution. Just like all the red brick and ivy, and professors who devote their lives to teaching eager young men.

Last night, while talking with about 30 freshmen about the Gentleman’s Rule and other Wabash traditions, one young man asked me about my favorite tradition. It didn’t take me long to respond.

Freshman Saturday is my favorite of all Wabash traditions. Funny, too, that I see it as a tradition. What makes it so incredible is that for 250 new students and their families, it’s all brand new.

The folks on the Public Affairs and Admissions staffs know the drill; we know where to be and when to get the best photos, to help a lost family find their way, and how to squeeze 1,000 people into a Chapel that holds 800. Most of us work through the unfolding of Freshman Saturday like we do our getting-ready-for-work routines each day.

But for those moms and dads — especially those taking their first child to college — it’s an awesome, eye-opening, and sometimes scary day; it’s all new.

What I like about this old tradition of welcoming the newest Wabash men is precisely that — sharing something old and grand and wonderful with a new generation of students and their families.

When Dean of Admissions and Financial Aid Steve Klein welcomed everyone to the “ringing in” ceremony in the Chapel Saturday afternoon, I instinctively knew where to be with my camera and video camera to get the best shots. I knew that when the Glee Club came striding in singing “Old Wabash,” the dads in the crowd would be chest-out proud.

And I knew — and this is the special part — that when President White looked out to the parents in the crowd and said he knew precisely what they were feeling, almost every mom in the crowd would be wiping tears from their eyes. And they were.

President White has been there and done that with his three children. He knows the tension the parents feel, the tension between being proud that their sons are attending a fine liberal arts college and the sadness of knowing their little boys are all grown up. He knows the fears that cause the little knots to form in the stomachs of the parents as the minutes tick away and they realize they’ll soon have to say goodbye. Their little boys have become Wabash men.

And that brings me back to tradition. Freshman Saturday is embedded with so many little traditions — right down to the moms wiping away the tears — that it’s nearly predictable. (Though Saturday’s mild weather was anything but predictable.)

So it is our traditions that sustain us at Wabash. But there’s a quirky part, too.

Just as important as extending those traditional rites of passage to a new generation of students and families, the College needs new blood to keep pushing it forward. Wabash is not mired in its past; it honors its past by embracing its future.

People around here like to say that nothing ever changes at Wabash. Funny, then, that every August more than 30 percent of the student body is new. Those 250 students come from all over the world and bring with them experiences and dreams that will make Wabash better and stronger over time.

And that might just be the greatest of all Wabash traditions — the tradition of evolving and changing a bit every single year when the new students arrive to lift our spirits as we strive to help them achieve beyond their wildest imagination.

So that’s what I mean when I say Wabash traditions are quirky. That old 175 year-old bell that rang in the Class of 2013 doesn’t echo in the past. It rings out clearly and loudly to welcome a new class, to open new doors of possibility, and to encourage new dreams.

 

A Fire Runs Through It

Steve Charles—We talk often about how immersion trips recharge and reshape our students’ lives, and rightly so.

I’ve been on two of those trips and seen the changes. I’ve read accounts of them from dozens of students over the years, and I’ve published in Wabash Magazine professors’ reflections on how and why this defining pedagogical approach of early 21st century Wabash is so effective.

When I think of experiences I wish I’d had as a college student, the immersion trip is what comes first to mind.

We talk less often about how immersion trips recharge and reshape our teachers. Yet in many cases, it’s no less true. Read David Hadley’s post to the “Flyfishing: The Liberal Art” blog (when it gets posted this weekend), if you have any doubts. Here’s a teacher nearing retirement who may just be doing the best teaching and learning of his life.
I find his entry—and his class’s symbolic "leap of faith" from the bridge over the Yellowstone River—moving but not surprising. Last week when I photographed David and his class as they worked on their casting skills in front of the Chapel, trying to teach freshmen the basics of flyfishing—this focus on the physical and mechanical rather than intellectual exchange he’s used to leading in the classroom—was already causing him to reflect on his teaching methods.
“You teach something for 30, 40 years and you make certain assumptions,” he told me (and this is a paraphrase) after trying to come up with the words to explain how to cast, then practically miming the technique for the student. “This makes me rethink some of the ways I teach political science.”
That same evening I watched David Krohne, a masterful teacher of biology field work, the original immersion trips, practically throwing himself into instructing these guys in casting, using any way he could—visual, auditory, physical, whatever worked—to help them get better.
Aus Brooks—retired Aus Brooks—was coming at it his own way, having conversations with the students, listening, learning about them, quietly sharing his own thoughts.
Watching three professors teaching flyfishing technique to 12 students in Little Giant Stadium may be an unexpected sight, but the one-on-one attention, the effort, the give and take, is a decent metaphor for the lengths to which Wabash teachers will go to reach their students.
Not to mention the distances they’ll go.
On this one trip, many students had more one-on-one talks, shared discoveries, and laughs with their Wabash professors than students of earlier years had for their entire careers. A road trip with your professors and students, some of whom may just become your friends for life, all the time having your eyes opened to the world around you—how much better can it get? We know how important that’s become for Wabash students today, with all the distractions they face. But Wabash professors are also getting all those interactions, all those conversations, the deep rewards of working, traveling, and learning together. They’re recharging and reshaping each other.
 
The frequency of this exchange between so many Wabash students and their teachers is one of the reasons I believe today’s Wabash is the best, and for the largest number of its students, that it’s ever been.
 
I remember watching a similar rejuvenation a dozen or so years ago in another Wabash teacher, Aus Brook’s good friend, chemistry professor Paul McKinney. In the twilight of his career, of his life too-soon ended, he mentored new professors (then) Charlie Blaich and Scott Feller and others on the Teaching and Learning Committee, and at the same time gained new momentum for his own teaching.

In his final Chapel speech, still recovering from treatments for the cancer that would eventually take his life, he spoke speak passionately on "Love and Language," drawing equally from the Bible, Plato, Galileo, Li Po, Nietzche, Heisenberg, and Max Planck, and wrapping it all up in 20 minutes and receiving a standing ovation from his colleagues, students and professors alike.

 
In those last years he also gave the most energetic, impassioned talk I’ve ever seen at the Ides of August, the annual event where faculty share their scholarship and reflections on teaching with one another. Standing in the lobby of Salter Hall, using a stretched out Slinky (Professor John Zimmerman holding the other end) to explain something whose meaning seems less important now than the zeal with which Paul explained it. 
When I interviewed him that year, Paul told me, “There are two kinds of truth: the cold truth and the hot truth. The cold truth is very dehumanizing; what one needs is warmth of truth in his contact with other in the learning process

“I try to use the metaphor of the fire to start my class. I try to talk about creativity, and it doesn’t have to be in the sciences, it’s sort of a human drive. I think what one tries to do is to work with students so that you’re an advocate for the best that they can give.”

 
I can’t think of Montana and flyfishing without thinking of Norman Maclean and his book, A River Runs Through It (one of many books Hadley’s class is reading this semester) or the lines made famous by Robert Redford’s film adaptation: "Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it."
Or the elegaic final words: "I am haunted by waters."
But reading the writing of students, alums, and David Hadley from this trip, and sitting through yesterday’s Ides of August, where younger professors talked about the ideas, equations, experiments, and art that keeps them awake at night and gets them up in the morning, I thought of Paul McKinney’s fire.

“May the fire always be with you,” he said at the end of that final Chapel talk.

And it is, in ways that Paul would revel in today.

Bachelor Preparing 4th Back-to-Campus Edition

Howard Hewitt - Student leaders and athletes have returned to campus to prepare for the new school year. Along with that group is a solid core of Bachelor staffers on campus to prepare the fourth-annual Back-to-Campus Bachelor.

Four years ago the college newspaper staff accepted the challenge of publishing a special issue for publication the first day of class. The project was a joint effort with the Crawfordsville Journal Review the first two years.

Last year the Bachelor was not inserted into the Journal Review but will be again this year.

The Back-to-Campus issue has been a stellar effort for the Wabash journalists. It has won "Best Special Section" all three years in the Indiana Collegiate Press Association’s annual awards contest.

For the students its a chance to introduce new professors, preview the upcoming sports season, and share an interview with President Patrick White.

Editor Gary James ’10, in the video above, is leading the effort with able assistance from Editor Emeritus Patrick McAlister ’10. Sports Editor Chuck Summers ’10, the most honored Wabash journalist at last year’s ICPA convention, is working with his sports staff to preview Little Giant teams. Photo Editor Alex Moseman ’11 is shooting lots of pictures while assembling his photo crew for the school year.

Advertising Manager Jacob Surface ’11 has found many community business anxious to get their message to the Wabash community and has been out selling ads since the Aug. 3.

The students returned Monday and have worked each week night evening planning and editing the first issue. The Bachelor, in it’s 102nd year, will be distributed Thursday, Aug. 27.

Student Leaders get HELPful Advice

Jim Amidon — It’s a couple of days before the bulk of the Wabash freshmen arrive. About 75-80 upperclassmen are back on campus, cleaning up fraternity houses and straightening up residence halls in anticipation of the arrival of the new class of students.

Those same guys — fraternity officers and residence hall assistants — took most of Thursday to seek and receive useful advice in the form of the Housing Education Leaders Partnership program (HELP).

It’s an aptly named program. The idea is to engage campus leaders in serious discussions with administrators, staff, and alumni — led by keynote speaker Jon Pactor ’71 — to both educate them and provide for them answers to difficult questions.

The program was established when current Dean of Students Mike Raters began as Associate Dean. It’s morphed and changed a little over the years, but the bulk of the HELP program has stayed the same. And its focus of educating leaders has not wavered.

Dean Raters joked that Thursday was both a bad and good day — bad because with the return of students, he had to don coat and tie for the first time all summer, but good because when the students return, so does the energy to campus.

The HELP program is packed from the start. Fraternity officers and RAs fan out to a variety of sessions that range from alcohol education and risk management to how to balance a budget. Some guys attended my session on community service, while rush chairs learned from Dean of Admissions Steve Klein and his staff.

Moments later, doors flung open and students were flying from one room to the next for sessions focused on campus resources. Coaches talked up intramurals; Scott Crawford told students how they can best utilize the services of the Schroeder Career Center; Nurse Carol Lamb explained how the health center works and probably hit on the upcoming flu season.

A half-hour later, a session on “skill sets” unfolded. Campus doctors John Roberts and Scott Douglas shared information on the signs and symptoms of substance abuse; our local fire department teamed with David Morgan of Campus Services to talk fire safety; and IT Services Director Brad Weaver and Webmaster Howard Hewitt gave a fairly chilling presentation on digital footprints in cyberspace, illegal downloading, and the good and bad of social networking sites.

By the end of those three sessions, the Wabash student leaders had been in conversations with nearly 40 members of the administration and staff. Lots of information was exchanged and a few important questions were answered. But moreover, the sessions began to build relationships between the student leaders and the staff who are employed to support them.

Following the teaching and learning sessions, all of the fraternity chapters broke up for individual house meetings with volunteer alumni advisors, while residence assistants met with Associate Dean Will Oprisko. The idea for those breakouts was for concrete plans to be discussed and developed — real, honest-to-goodness group goal-setting.

Late in the day, the students kicked out the administrators and talked among themselves about how Greeks and Independent men can work together to forge campus unity; how officers charged with similar duties in various living units can collaborate to share ideas; and how they can help one another become better leaders.

While the temperature outside still felt a lot like mid-summer, Wabash’s talented and eager student leaders spent the day inside — talking, learning, asking important questions, and getting information they’ll need to guide their living units in the coming year.

Mostly, though, it was a day to build relationships among students, and for students to get to know the staff who will work side-by-side with them in the coming year.

And that’s a pretty HELP-ful way to spend a day.

Wabash’s “American Idol” Releases CD

Steve Charles—Readers of Wabash Magazine may remember singer/songwriter/pianist Leslie Hunt, who graced the cover of our “Daughters” issue in the fall of 2007.

The daughter of Steve Hunt ’76 had been a semifinalist on the 2007 edition of Fox TV’s “American Idol,” and I traveled to Chicago a couple times that summer to interview both Leslie and her dad and attend the CD release party for Steve’s own band, all for a story about both of them that we called “American Idyll.”

Leslie just released her second CD since those interviews with the attention grabbing title, “Your Hair is on Fire”and appeared on Chicago’s TV-7 last week performing the CD’s single, “American Dream Man.”
“The product of passion and tragedy” is how Leslie’s Web site describes the work, a phrase that’s also a good description of Leslie’s last two years. Hardly an idyll. Leslie’s sister, Steve’s daughter, Lauren, died in 2008. But Leslie also found love, got married, and has a baby girl due in early September.
Chicago Tribune writer Jonathan Bullington says that Leslie “maintains her balance through music, and her new CD is evidence of that. Part dark and moody, part light and poppy, the album serves as the audio diary of a life set to sound.”
You can hear tracks from the CD here.
Steve was kind enough to let us know about the CD’s release.
“It has been two years in the making, and it is exciting to finally have it available,” Steve said. He notes that the video of “American Dream Man,” which you can view for free at Leslie’s Web site, “is a hoot.”
When I interviewed father and daughter two summers ago, I asked Steve how he felt about his Leslie trying to make it in the long-odds business of music—a world he steered clear of, even as an incredibly talented drummer, choosing instead to support himself and his family through a construction business while playing with friends only the music he really enjoyed playing.
 
Leslie spoke up first.
“I think it’s great that you never have to take gigs because your bills depend on it,” she said as the three of us sat outside of a Chicago restaurant the night of Steve’s CD release party. “You play only the music you love to play.”
But Steve clearly respected Leslie’s decision, too.
“If she can do what she loves and really make a living at it, wouldn’t that be great?”
And so it is.
 
Read about Leslie in the Chicago Tribune here.

Read "American Idyll" here.

Photos of Steve and Leslie Hunt by Mark Lind

 

Tyler’s The First Tee of Hammond Changes Lives

Steve Charles—Barry Tyler’s The First Tee of Hammond golf program for inner city youth changes lives.

You see evidence of that even if you’re just visiting Lost Marsh Golf Course, the program’s home, for a few hours to take photos, as I did in late July.

There are newspaper and magazine articles about those changes up on the clubhouse walls.
There’s Brandon White, the program’s head golf instructor, who earned a college scholarship as a member of the program and now has returned to teach others.
There’s six-year-old Reese Wilson, who trains with the program and last year won "under-seven player of the year" honors at the Balmoral Woods Tour in Crete. 
But read more and you find out the program is even more about teaching life skills than golf technique—teaching kids how to introduce themselves, how to set goals, teaching self-discipline, how to accept responsibility, how to pick yourself up when you’re down.

And, in many ways, it’s also a primer on the Gentleman’s rule.

There’s also Barry himself, whose story we’ll tell in an upcoming issue of Wabash Magazine. Barry says the program gives kids who’d otherwise not step on a golf course the chance to play and learn from the game.
Barry should know—he was one of the program’s first students when he was still playing football at Hammond High in 1999 and working at Lost Marsh. The First Tee was one of those life lesson and confidence builders that helped him graduate from Wabash with a major in speech and political science, even after an injury led him to give up playing football his sophomore year.
It’s a program built on one-on-one relationships. I got to see that firsthand during my photo session, as Brandon listened to and counseled an elementary school-aged girl who was having a tough day. She left all smiles.
Lost Marsh Golf Course itself stands as a metaphor second chances and extraordinary vision. Built over ground that not long ago was a dumping place for slag from then nearby steel mills, Lost Marsh is a world-class 18-hole course and just opened a multi-million dollar clubhouse inspired architecturally by Frank Lloyd Wright’s prairie style, perched on top of what used to be called Bairstow Slag Mountain.

Lost Marsh is a place of transformation, but for all its growth and impressive new facilities, The First Tee is the most important thing happening there. 

Tyler was named the group’s executive director in Hammond late last year, and he’s grown the program from 50 to almost 500 kids in fewer than 12 months. More than 40 showed up in the two hours that I was there.

But The First Tee is a non-profit in a small office apart from that multi-million dollar clubhouse and is in need of funding. It nearly went broke before Tyler took the helm, and he’s seeking myriad ways to keep the program alive.

That’s where the Wabash community can help. And all you have to do is vote. First Tee is being considered for a Nike “Back Your Block” grant of  $2,500. The program with the most votes wins the grant, and First Tee is currently in second place.

You can read more about the program and its positive impact on kids’ lives (and cast your vote) here. I know that Barry would appreciate your considering it. I also met a bunch of kids who’d be cheering you on!

Click here for a photo album from my visit to Lost Marsh and First Tee.

In photo: Barry Tyler teaches a boy from the local YWCA how to hit the ball out of a sand trap.

“The Poetry in the Life of a College”

Steve Charles—During my favorite moment from this year’s Big Bash Reunion Weekend, five guys from the Class of 2004 were being videotaped in Lilly Library, telling stories from their days at Wabash for our Scarlet Yarns Video Project. Thirty feet away, Bruce Gras ’68, who last spring began Wabashstories.com, his own story-gathering project, was approached by an older alumnus.
“A friend of mine told me I need to tell you a story,” the alumnus told Bruce, who quietly sat down, pulled out his recorder, and listened.
There in Lilly Library in the 50th year after it was built we had a festival of Wabash stories. A convergence of a video project envisioned and coordinated by my colleague Marilyn Smith, and an online grassroots project coordinated by an alumnus driven to connect Wabash men across the generations.
For anyone who values the history of this place and the relationships it inspires, it was quite a party! For an editor like me who usually has to go on the road to gather stories, it was treasure being brought to our front door.
I’m just going through the DVD Media Center Director Adam Bowen made from the Scarlet Yarns interviews, but the launch of the new Wabash Stories Web site this week brought it all back. There’s such a range in both of these projects: stories about water fights, stories about beloved mentors; about deep friendships and fierce rivalries; learning and losing; family histories contributing to Wabash, Wabash connections casting a new light on family histories. Funny, moving, irreverent, solemn.
To have so many ways now to gather and preserve our history—I couldn’t be more grateful to all those who worked on Scarlet Yarns and the alumni who stopped by.
 
But to Bruce Gras, Greg Castanias, Mark Dewart, Jim Roper, Phil Coons, Brandon Stewart, and all those contributing to Wabash Stories goes an even deeper  thanks. These are volunteer hours but full-time ideas, all given freely out of concern for a place and people they love and care about. And they’re really just getting started! 
We’ve lost good people these past couple years. Taking a moment to stop, reflect, keep them in our memories, keep the holy and the hilarious flowing through our community bloodstream, makes me hopeful. Maybe we’re learning to save and savor this amazing and singular place.
Byron Trippet once famously said, “The poetry in the life of a college like Wabash is to be found in its history.” Wabash College’s history resides not in buildings, but in her people. The students, alumni, and teachers of this place are its poetry.
Here’s the rest of that Trippet quote, which is found at the beginning of every Academic Bulletin I’ve proofread since I got here 13 years ago:
“It is to be found in the fact that once on this familiar campus and once in these well-known halls, students and teachers as real as ourselves worked and studied, argued and laughed and worshipped together, but are now gone, one generation vanishing after another, as surely as we shall shortly be gone. But if you listen, you can hear their songs and their cheers. As you look, you can see the torch which they handed down to us.”
 
Thanks to these story projects, you don’t have to imagine “their songs and their cheers.” In Scarlet Yarns or Wabash Stories or the blogs on the Wabash Web site or Wabash Magazine and beyond, you can hear them, read them, and tell them.
 
I hope you will. As Bruce commented once after Wabash stories was launched, you probably can’t imagine how many people will listen, will hear your story, and, we hope, tell their own.

In photos: Class Agent Mark Shreve ’04 (not pictured) interviewed classmates Patrick Barrett, Todd Vogel, Cody Lawson, Jim Davis Hull, Jacob Pactor, and (not pictured) Roger Neal and showed us all how much fun swapping stories on camera for the Scarlet Yarns Video Project can be. Lower left: Atwood Smith’s mere presence at the Big Bash gave his Class of 1934 50-percent attendance, but his adding a Scarlet Yarns session also brought us a rarely heard first person account from the era of Wabash President Louis Hopkins.

 
Photos by Steve Charles