From the back of the gathered crowd a single bagpipe wails
its first martial notes, followed by a roll of drums and a
crashing skirl from the rest of the Atlanta Pipe Band. The
chief marshal of the University steps out in stately time,
followed by the bagpipers, then University trustees, officers,
and honorary degree recipients. Immediately preceding the
president is the bedel, carrying the University’s silver
and gold mace, symbol of the institution as a corporate body
of scholars. At the same time, deputy marshals begin to lead
in the faculty from two directions, and faculty marshals lead
in the degree candidates from every school. The processions
converge on the Quadrangle from all directions, like some
grand medieval army on parade, bright gonfalons waving aloft,
faculty resplendent in antiquated garb, black-cloaked graduates
regaled in colored hoods distinctive to their degrees. Commencement
at Emory once again is underway.
It has not always looked and sounded like this. True, since
the first commencement in 1840, four years after the founding
of Emory College in Oxford, Georgia, the festivities have
always balanced sobriety with exuberance, and moral earnestness
with the air of a high society coming-out. Indeed, for most
of Emory’s one hundred and sixty-eight years, these
exercises have been the occasion for celebrating the entire
school’s successes over the previous year as much
as for launching a graduating class into the wide world.
In fact, the first commencement had no graduates. It was
not until 1841 that this seemingly indispensable ingredient
seasoned commencement for the first time.
In the beginning, as now, oratorical eloquence provided
the requisite solemnity to the event, though probably no
modern audience could withstand the rigors of four days
of speechifying. Commencement week throughout the nineteenth
century began on Sunday morning with a sermon, as befit
the flagship school of the Methodist church in Georgia.
Sunday afternoon allowed for another sermon, and the evening
was given over to recitations by first-year students of
famous speeches and poems.
Monday, Sophomore Class Day, began early with more recitations
and the awarding of prizes to the best sophomore declaimers,
and on Tuesday the juniors held forth in much the same fashion.
Not until Wednesday did the seniors have their moment, and
it was a long and memorable one.
Consider that until 1880 commencement week fell in mid-July.
Consider, too, that the senior exercises began about 8:30
a.m. with the presentation of original speeches by members
of the senior class, followed by the always lengthy baccalaureate
or commencement address, the conferral of degrees, and,
later in the afternoon, an address to the Few and Phi Gamma
literary societies by a noteworthy speaker. Consider, finally,
that the dozen or so student speakers held forth for as
much as half an hour each (in 1849 all fifteen members of
the graduating class were assigned speaking roles). Consider
all this and you get some idea of the hardiness of those
frontier audiences, as they listened to young men hold forth
on topics like “The Loneliness of Genius,” “Mud,”
“The Fear of Growing Old,” “Slander,”
and “America, Her Destiny.” “Napoleon”
was a subject of considerable interest and demanded the
talents of speakers for three years running beginning in
1853.
In the early days these addresses were in English, contrary
to the practice at many other institutions. As President
A. B. Longstreet argued in 1842, speeches in Latin and Greek
were “worthy of the name pedantry, and nothing more.”
In spite of his admonishment, some later generations of
students undertook to instruct their audiences in the ancient
tongues. In 1876 J. N. Barker of Key West, Florida, delivered
the salutatory in Latin, and a news reporter remarked in
the Covington paper that the address “was highly appreciated
by the audience . . . and . . . elicited frequent applause.
For all that the audience and some of the trustees knew,
he might have been pronouncing a fierce tirade against the
college and devoting his hearers to unheard of torments.”
Festive and high-spirited, the atmosphere of commencement
week in the last century was much like that of a chautauqua
meeting, and the impact of those yearly events on the social
and intellectual life of Georgia was profound and enduring.
The local newspapers reported both the substance of addresses
and the social whirl of the week. A news article on commencement
in the Atlanta newspaper in 1851 reported that Bishop George
F. Pierce spoke for an hour and a half and held his audience
rapt after they had already been sitting for four hours
in the midday heat.
It is true—as one observer at an early commencement
in Oxford noted—that the early ceremonies lacked the
“pomp, and parades, and tinsel, and glare exhibited
at most commencements.” Emory commencement to him
was “the feast of reason and the flow of soul.”
Later, less ascetic generations managed to reconcile pomp
with reason and hired the Burns Silver Cornet Band or the
Stone Mountain Band to accompany parades of elaborate banners
and insignia.
As commencement took on the shape of an academic convocation
with the trappings of a social event, the atmosphere became
not only festive but sometimes also unruly. Some sense of
the rowdiness of the crowds can be gained from the understated
way in which a news reporter in 1888 remarked that the forerunner
of today’s University Chorus performed a post-commencement
evening concert before “a large and splendidly behaved
audience. . . . The admirable behavior of the audience all
the way through was a matter of general comment and congratulations.”
In 1858 the trustees appointed faculty marshals to quell
the boisterousness of the audiences so that speakers could
be heard, and the men and women were required “to
sit apart according to Methodist ways.”
Throughout the years the accretions of tradition have turned
the commencement exercises into the happy ceremony witnessed
by modern audiences each May. Unadorned by academic regalia
throughout the nineteenth century, Emory seniors voted only
in 1901 to use the academic costume standardized in 1895
by a convention of representatives from schools across the
nation. For some reason the caps and gowns never materialized
for the class of 1901; thus the class of 1902 was the first
at Emory to don the garb without which any commencement
now would be incomplete.
From earliest days, the recognition of significant achievements
by persons in various walks of life has been a part of the
conferral of degrees. The first honorary degree awarded
by Emory College was awarded to the Rev. William H. Ellison.
Clergy—both parish clergy and ministers teaching in
higher institutions such as Emory—made up the roster
of nearly all honorary degree recipients through the early
part of this century. Joel Chandler Harris, purveyor of
Uncle Remus tales, received the LittD degree in 1902. More
recent honorees have included Desmond Tutu, Jimmy Carter,
Eduard Shevardnadze, Mikhail Gorbachev, Van Cliburn, Hank
Aaron, Henry Louis Gates Jr., Johnnetta Cole, Christiane
Amanpour, His Holiness the XIV Dalai Lama, George Mitchell,
and Seamus Heaney.
In 1949 Emory’s only graduate to hold the vice presidency
of the United States, Alben William Barkley (class of 1900),
returned to his alma mater to receive the LLD degree and
deliver the commencement address. That commencement was
the first Emory event ever televised. The following year
the Emory Debate Forum changed its name to the Barkley Forum
in honor of the vice president.
The Quadrangle, site of commencement exercises for the
past four decades, has come to its place of honor after
much experimentation and change. The commencement at Oxford
was held out of doors on the green at first, and then in
the Methodist church. After the University’s move
to Atlanta, Wesley Memorial Church housed the ceremonies
for several years. For the first half of the Roaring Twenties,
the ravine across Kilgo Circle from Carlos Hall, cleared
of underbrush and planted under the supervision of Chancellor
Warren Candler’s wife, Antoinette, provided the setting
for the exercises.
Ideal for shading audiences from the June sun, the garden
for some reason was demoted in 1926, when commencement was
held in a tent in front of Fishburne Hall at noon, an event
that one participant called “an occasion to be recalled
with horror.”
This was not the only hot time at commencement in the history
of the University. A newspaper account of the 1891 exercises
says, “The only regretful incident during the entire
commencement was the burning of the residence of Prof. [H.
A. Scomp]. His greatest loss was the destruction of his
valuable library.”
Perhaps no commencement had more of pathos about it than
that of 1867. The years of war had not dealt kindly with
Emory—its buildings were used to hospitalize wounded
Confederate soldiers. From November 1861 to July 1865 virtually
nothing of academic note occurred in Oxford. It took a consummate
act of courage for the school to reopen with no endowment
and few students in fall 1866. At commencement the following
July—the first commencement since 1861—degrees
were conferred on all twenty-six members of the class of
1862: all of whom had left to fight, and some of whom rested
in graves, victims of war, far from the quiet groves of
Oxford.
In 2007, the tradition begun under the oaks and pines of
the little town forty miles east of Atlanta will appear
vastly different yet curiously similar to the events of
long ago. The speeches will be fewer and shorter, the graduates
far more numerous, the parking more problematic, the program
more streamlined and to the point. Yet the air of celebration
and grand accomplishment will remain.
These days the mellow tones of the Atlanta Symphony Brass
Quintet alternate with the stir of the Atlanta Pipe Band,
led by Emory alumnus Henry D. Frantz Jr. ’71C-’74L.
The pipers carry the colors of both Emory University and
the University of St. Andrews, Emory’s sister university
in Scotland. In recognition of the significant relationship
between the two institutions, Pipe Major Frantz has composed
“The Emory and Old St. Andrews March” used in
the processional.
Months of work by hundreds of University employees will
have gone into the preparations, invisible at the moment
of pause just before the University marshal steps out. And
the years of study and forbearance by the graduates and
their families will lie in the past, unsuggested by the
expectation in their faces. It has always been so. It is
a moment worthy of the grandest designs and highest aspirations
of those pioneer educators who laid the first foundation
stone under the Georgia pines and oaks. |