Anyone else see flyers posted around campus with the following written on them? Or know who S.W. is?

The following is an excerpt from The Spirit of Dartmouth by Richard Hovey, a member of the class of 1885 and the author of Men of Dartmouth, now called the Alma Mater. The poem below is a reminder that, even as we look towards the College’s future, we must remember its past.

While we recognize that many things have changed since Hovey’s time—many for the better—the Spirit of Dartmouth remains.

This is the lesson she teaches,
Our Dartmouth we love so well,
To begin the strife with the dawn of life
And to strive to its latest knell;
To have part in the deeds that are doing,
To bear the heaviest brunt,
And if we are o’erwhelmed, there are others,
But we die with our eyes to the front.

And wheresoever we struggle,
In factory, mine or mart,
In the grip of the learned professions,
Each pledged to his separate part
There still shall rise to our nostrils
The scent of those pine tree days,
And we hear the tones of the college bell
Come drifting through the haze.

They may cover the campus with buildings,
They may gather the rich man’s gold,
They may try to abolish all hazing,
They may preach till the world is old,
They may chop and change and alter
Our ways for newer ones,
But the spirit of Dartmouth will last for aye
In the bosom of us, her sons.

– S. W.