. Sargasso. g of the Sargasso. In these pages we have tried to catch somethingof the sweetness, something of the depth, something of the strength, the truth,the beauty, and above all the humanness of the place and of the people. Wehave tried to look with clear eyes at the shimmering, dancing stream of lifethat (lows so abundantly and to fix a bit of its elusive atmosphere. We re-alize the impossibility of our task; we feel keenly the imperfections of this,the result; we fear greatly lest the perspective of our picture may confusesome; but if in the midst and ruck of things we have given one tr
. Sargasso. g of the Sargasso. In these pages we have tried to catch somethingof the sweetness, something of the depth, something of the strength, the truth,the beauty, and above all the humanness of the place and of the people. Wehave tried to look with clear eyes at the shimmering, dancing stream of lifethat (lows so abundantly and to fix a bit of its elusive atmosphere. We re-alize the impossibility of our task; we feel keenly the imperfections of this,the result; we fear greatly lest the perspective of our picture may confusesome; but if in the midst and ruck of things we have given one true word thatmay strike home clear and sure as the revelation of our Ideal, then we arc content. CLASS OF 1917. U,ahlr nf (Emttntts 1. The Spirit of Paternal Spirit. The Fraternal Community Spirit. 2. Thi Spirit of Serious Devotional Spirit. The Student Culture Spirit. 3. The Spirit of American Competitive Spirit. The Fun Spirit. I. Information. Six. r ., i; .• . 1 11 ■)■ The Sjiiril of Familistery. Seven Sljr Spirit nf iFamtltBt^rg I once wandered through the marble hallways of a great and women scurried past me, busy, intent, self-centered. Some-way the place seemed cold and hard and academic. Then the locomo-tive carried me until I stood before the doors of a little college. Thechange was wonderful and heart-warming. Through the dusk thecampus lights gleamed softly; two laughing girls nodded to me as theystrolled past arm in arm; a tall man who sometimes teaches mathe-matics waved a cheerful greeting to me; from the athletic field camethe joyous shout of the team; then from back somewhere a bell rangout a genial welcome to the evening meal and I knew that I was againin the heart of our Mother Earlham, back in the cheerful, warm,friendly, homey atmosphere of the place by the side of the road,where people are just folks and every man is your brother and thewhole family live together within the wal
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