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Under the patronage of St. Tammany
Mark C. N. Sullivan is an editor at a Massachusetts university. He is married and the father of three children. Email
The Roman Catholic Boys for Art (Ivy League Division) hope it is not too late to raise a walrus-tusk-stirred toast of New England rum to Dartmouth's hidden Hovey Murals.
The Indian princesses evoke the Police Gazette as much as Pocahontas.
It is perhaps not too surprising they were eventually draped. But the Dartmouth Review has made the murals' restoration a cause.
Then there's the matter of the Hovey murals. Painted in the 1930's, they're illustrations of ''Eleazar Wheelock,'' a song by Richard Hovey, class of 1885: Oh, Eleazar Wheelock was a very pious man, He went into the wilderness to teach the Indian, With a Gradus ad Parnassum, a Bible, and a drum, And five hundred gallons of New England rum.
The style of the murals resembles Maxfield Parrish's illustration of ''Old King Cole'' for the bar at the St. Regis. All the remarkably similar Indian maidens are sweetly pretty and wide-eyed. They are wearing, at most, tattered wisps of loincloths. One brave is a perfectly muscled Frank Merriwell, with a large D on his chest. The others are slightly sinister, including the one about to lap up the overflowing rum at Eleazar's feet.
In any case, with Eleazar Wheelock; the Sachem of the Wah-hoo-wahs; and St. Tammany, we say, fill the bowl up!
"Immortal Tammany of Indian race, Great in the field, and foremost in the chase! no puny saint was he with fasting pale; He climbed the mountain, and he swept the vale, Rushed through the torrent with unequaled might; Caught the swift boar, and swifter deer with ease, And worked a thousand miracles like these, To public views he added private ends, And loved his country most, and next his friends, With courage long he strove to ward the blow (Courage, we all respect, even in a foe), And when each effort he in vain had tried, Kindled the flame in which he bravely died, To Tammany, let the full horn go round, His fame let every honest tongue resound, with him let every gen'rous patriot vie, To live in freedom, or with honor die."
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