University of Florida - Tower / Seminole Yearbook (Gainesville, FL)

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Post-Grads R. I„ B. S. A., I ni-versitv of Florida. A. G. Davis. B. S., Univcr sity of Florida. 1911 I . C. O’Havkr, A. B.. DePauw I'niversilv. 1911 K. M. ’Bvu k, A. B.. I'niversilv of l;lorida

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ALUMNI ASSOCIATION B. K. Colson....................... President N. S. Stoiter Vice-President J. MV. Blanding Seeretary-TreasHrer The Alumni Association of the University of Florida is peculiar—not that its members are at all unusual products of the human family, but it is their relationship that’s striking. Our family is composed, not of full brothers of a common mother, but of half brothers or stepbrothers, or some such relationship that it would engage the attention of a most accomplished family tree artist to determine. But one could not tell any difference. they get along so well together. No, we have not the same mother, but we all have the same grand-father, for b not the great State of Florida the father of all our educational institutions, which were merged into our present Alma Mater? We are all at home in our grand-father's house, and wc are all brothers in the common cause of boasting and building up the great Florida State University, of which every son is so justly proud. The alumni association of any College is the medium through which the fellows keep in touch with the Alma Mater, and the means by which much can be done for the advancement of her interests. The activities of the Association are designed to keep fresh in the minds and hearts of the erstwhile stu- dent those balmy days of his college life, with their hallowed memories . There is much real work to be done by our members, and. withal, this work is far-reaching in its eircct and influence. It therefore behooves every graduate of the University of Florida, and all the graduates of the former State schools, to become and be active members of this body, and add their encouragement and enthusiasm to this grand work. There are many ways in which the Association might distinguish itself, and to justify its existence as an organiation it must do service for the University. There is plenty for all to do. and the graduating class each year should come into the Association in a body. We want the new ideas, the vim and vigor that accompanies the young man with the freshly captured degree. We need you. You will be gladly welcomed as members of the Association, ns full-fledged brothers in the working force for upbuilding the University. In view of our golden opportunities is It too much to hope that, in some not far-distant day, we may have the best Alumni Association, of the grandest University in the most glorious State of the American Union? B. R. C.

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SENIOR CLASS POEM The .sun’s bright ray arc peeping o’er the hill. The cold grey earth lies wrapt in slumber still. The moon’s faint light doth softly dimmer grow, Night’s twinkling stars have long since lost their glow. The minutes quickly pass—Lo! Look! Behold! The rising sun bursts forth in streams of gold; Morn in resplendent glory now appears In beauty unsurpassed by previous years. Across the sky the sun doth slowly glide. Just as a boat that’s gliding o’er the tide; Its bright and glorious beams in force e’er beat On mortal man with its ne’er ceasing heat. An old man, as he views this beauteous scene. Thinks of hts passing life as long had been. Of hopes as brilliant as this glorious sun. Of battles fought, noble victories won. Of times of pain and sorrow that have past. Of gladness, joy, and bliss gained now at last. Of loving friends long since gone to their rest. Hoping to be met in the realms of the blest. Of those happy college days of yore, In memories treasures what a golden store. Recalling friends, companions, comrades all Who oft together met in room or hall. His battle with the world now at an end. To all the poorn noble, helping, friend. Sharing with them the little that he had. Entering with them fortune good or bad. A wasted life,’’ the worldly man would say. But he will have reward on that great day When Christ in all his glory bright shall come And say to every good servant, “Well done! Tears llood the old man's eyes, turning away. “Lot everything l e always ns it may.’’ He said, “Duty’s call have I e’er obeyed Nor from its narrow pathway have I strayed.” To this our class of quite a lucky year. May this good lesson now to all appear. May each and all at once this motto win: My life a service for my fellow men!