Boston University - HUB Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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The year was brought to a pleasant close by the trip to River- side where Balmy breezes bore our barks Beneath balconies and bridges, and the Seniors bade farewell to the pleasures of these happiest days of our lives. The autumn of '98 found us again within the walls of fair B. U., and as Juniors, we felt we had much responsibility to assume. A history of the junior year with no mention of the course in psycho- logy, would be like the play of Hamlet with Hamlet left out. It was here for the first time that the whole Century Class met together in a recitation hall. Oh, how we wish that even now -so long after the final test of our knowledge in that subject-we might bathe in the sweet river Lethe or eat some of the renowned lotus, to banish from our brains the memory of those anxious hours I The usual programme of study, socials and receptions, large and small, busied us till December, when a change in our behaviour was noticed. The number of class meetings held bade fair to out- rival those held concerning the Senior outing, and their size was un- paralleled. The news that a HUB was to be published spread very fast, as good news always does, and met with hearty enthusiasm from all quarters. Croakers were conspicuous from the very iirst by their absence. We need add no further comment on the HUB? lt speaks for itself. In the midst of our course we have twice had occasion for deep sorrow. Last year, on the morning of the twenty-first of january, we received word of the death of Miss Atwood, and on March fifteenth, of the death of Mr. Comey. Both of these students were well known members of the class and college, and had the utmost respect of all their schoolmates. Such are our annals up to the present time. In the writing, we have followed Pliny's precept that history should never overstep the limits of truth, and that in recording noble deeds, the truth is sufii- cient. Never in its short life has the B. U. Century Class grasped the full meaning of its motto: Hbzzzzzw' ,VCI-fL'l',,l as it does at the present time, and it is our firm desire to continue to press onward and upwards, being ever watchful that the republic suffer no harm. Cuo. 56

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History of noon. 6'omz' :mum in man or woman, fffar my Ianni, is Mc illzulediah' jewel qf M.'1'rje1uul.v. ES, we realize this since this jewel is denied us by outsiders, for we are the most malignecl class in college. We have been called the U naughty ones since our first appearance, somewhat endea1'ingly, I suppose, by the upper classmeng and we have been called slow, with all forcible adjectives attached by -well, never mind, we have buried the hatchet. With all certainty we can refute the first statementg Qsimply apply to individual membersj, and as to being slow-we have always been noted for our truthfulness and veracity--this is more apt. Especially among our larger members that law of Physics is well illustrated which says that it takes a longer time to generate motion in a large body than in a small one, but forgets to say anything about what force this law has when it once goes into effect. There is a deal of latent power in all of us. But, honestly, how could we be unthoughtful, ungenerous or slow when we have as a guiding star, as a light spot in the zenith of our heavens, this motto: IWW jim fmbllv, rua' tIfl'l.J',,f The Freshmen are feeling happy over the Cane Rush, Ball Game and Philomathean, nor does this greatly concern us since it is simply a privilege for the entering class to be victorious, to be crowned with the laurel, and this of course is freely granted by the Sophomores. They have reached years of magnanimity and generosity and know how happy it makes one feel to give rather than receive. The Freshmen are petted and everything lovely is done for themg but woe the day, when they enter on their second year. All their loveliness and good intentions are questioned and misinterpreted. 58