“That these dear friends I leave behind + 

May keep kind hearts’ remembrance of the love we had.” + 

Solon + 

In affectionate gratitude to a group of men, my intimate friends during College days (brought under one roof by a “Fraternity”), whom I still love not less but more, + 

Will Prather, Hammett Hardy, Penn Hargrove and Harry Steger, of precious and joyous memory; + 

Norman Crozier, not yet quite emerged from Presbyterianism; + 

Eugene Barker, cynical, solid, unafraid; + 

“Cap’en” Duval, a gentleman of Virginia, sah; + 

Ed Miller, redheaded and royal-hearted; + 

Bates MacFarland, calm and competent without camouflage; + 

Jimmie Haven, who has put ’em over every good day since; + 

Charley Johnson, “the Swede”⁠—the fattest, richest and dearest of the bunch; + 

Edgar Witt, whose loyal devotion and pertinacious energy built the “Frat” house; + 

Roy Bedichek, too big for any job he has yet tackled; + 

“Curley” Duncan, who possesses all the virtues of the old time cattleman and none of the vices of the new; + 

Rom Rhome, the quiet and canny counter of coin; + 

Gavin Hunt, student and lover of all things beautiful; + 

Dick Kimball, the soldier; every inch of him a handsome man; + 

Alex and Bruce and Dave and George and “Freshman” Mathis and Clarence, the six Freshmen we “took in”; while Ike MacFarland, Alfred Pierce Ward, and Guy and Charlie Witt were still in the process of assimilation⁠— + 

To this group of God’s good fellows, I dedicate this little book. + 