. ... Debris. water!. books, a dingy couch draped in wearing apparel, a fresco of familiar photo-graphs on the wall and, perhaps, either Anderson or Richards tilted back inthat decrepit rocker, boning at mathematics with glassy eye and disheveledhair. Alas for the ravages of improvement! I saw only rows of polishedcabinets and a cluster of new chairs. No wonder that I retreated and darednot to look back. The dorm is passing and we of a former generation are moved towrite pathetic obituaries and wander into reminiscences which, no doubt, aresufficiently tiresome and meaningless to the Purdue me
. ... Debris. water!. books, a dingy couch draped in wearing apparel, a fresco of familiar photo-graphs on the wall and, perhaps, either Anderson or Richards tilted back inthat decrepit rocker, boning at mathematics with glassy eye and disheveledhair. Alas for the ravages of improvement! I saw only rows of polishedcabinets and a cluster of new chairs. No wonder that I retreated and darednot to look back. The dorm is passing and we of a former generation are moved towrite pathetic obituaries and wander into reminiscences which, no doubt, aresufficiently tiresome and meaningless to the Purdue men of 1902, for they aredealing with large enterprises and march in regiments whereas we moved infaltering platoons. The dorm is now a sub-department. In 1883 it was the headquartersfor all activities, the hub of the institution. The total enrollment was hardlytwo hundred, and of these one hundred were preps. An even dozenSeniors, fourteen Juniors, twenty Sophs, and a total of forty Freshmen forthe year, of whom a scan
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