SUNY Plattsburgh - Cardinal Yearbook (Plattsburgh, NY)

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President ' s Address Farewell. At this time throughout the length and breadth of the world there is being said farewell by millions — perhaps not to be renewed until democracy is triumphant. Today the class of 1918 stands triumph ant, but in our achievements let us bear in mind that we are merely advancing on the first round of the ladder that is inclined for our success or failure. And as we assume the duties for which we have labored eagerly, we assume an obligation of moulding the minds of pupils to honesty of principles and to a rectitude of character which will make them worthy citizens. If we can do these things we will be rewarded by a satisfied mind which spells success. And I feel that if ever a class could accomplish this slogan, it is our class, the class of 1918. Dr. Hawkins and Members of the Faculty. In our two years of school life we acknowledge you as our staunchest friends. We owe you much and more than we can hope to repay. Your unselfish devotion to our welfare has been unfailing and we beg you to accept our deepest gratitude and best wishes for your succeeding years. Classmates. The day of joy and sorrow has come. We rejoice in the com- pletion of our school days and in the good fellowship that has prevailed through- out our two years of associations. As we depart from P. S. N. S. our sorrows will come as we bid farewell to one another, for we know full well that we may never meet again. But let us resolve to keep in mind the happy days of the class of 1918. In expression of our loyalty toward the school, the classes of 1918 and 1919 have combined in presenting to their Alma Mater the sun dial which now stands on the campus. The combination of the two classes in making this gift shows the splendid spirit of cooperation which has existed during our year of association. In parting let us be imbued with the conception of the usefulness of our gift and even as that records the march of time, so let our future actions be the sun dial of our lives, and let us so live that every moment it records will have been utilized to the utmost and leave us with a consciousness of work well done. Katherine Robb. Pane nineteen

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lTie usual social activities predominated for the first few weeks. These, however, were shortlived for the Seniors desiring to keep up their good reputation settled down to work in a firm business-like way. The members of our drama then reorganized by means of a Senior class meeting at which Miss Robb was this time elected manager. The time sped on all too fast until mid-year with its gloomy anticipations was upon us. But the Seniors naturally optimistic and endowed with something of an idea of the subject matter of the first term ' s work managed to survive at this particular period. The second semester rolled around witli its problems for each one of us but the fact that we were Seniors made it necessary that we surmount any difficulty so of course we accepted the new contributions with all manner of cheerfulness and good will. Along with its daily labors the Senior class succeeded in awakening the Juniors from a listless, dreamy state of mind to which they had fallen victims. We felt that our efforts had been more than repaid for not only did we accom- plish our purpose but we acquired a clearer conception of the meaning of the Renaissance which so often troubled us in History of Education. To be sure wc might feel that our production was enhanced by having the opportunity to present it to an audience even though it were in the form of an analogy to such a profound occurrence as the awakening in the Middle Ages. On the evening of March 16 the gymnasium was the scene of a very en- joyable social function in which both Juniors and Seniors and their friends took pact. The effective decorations and the fine music for which the committees in charge should be credited contributed in no small part to the success of this event. The time from this point on seemed as a fleeting hour whose end was destined shortly to be upon us. Indeed these two years although they have been filled with labors have been pleasant ones. Now that the curtain is about to lower, I feel that our sentiments should be expressed toward those who have made possible the success of our past undertaking. And in behalf of the class of 1918 I extend to our honored faculty our sincere gratitude. Our struggle together has joined us more closely as a class, and has deepened our friendships, which we will carry with us through life. Whatever and wherc- ever we may be in the future, we shall always remember the golden haze of student days, and endeavor to be everywhere loyal to our Alma Mater, to our Country and the Right. Catherine McQuillan. Payc riyhtirn

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Class Poem—1918 The links that are forged in Friendship ' s chain Are strongest when they ' re forged in youth, Their lasting power will stand life ' s strain, Because they ' re formed from love and truth. Life ' s happiest hours are soonest past, Time in its restless flight moves on. The only thing in life that lasts Is memory of the joy that ' s gone. With joyous pace our clays move on. The weeks and months glide into years, Each hour a joy, each day a song With no regrets, no sighs, nor tears. But when commencement time draws near, A sense of fear weighs on each heart, Our eyes are dimmed with unshed tear, We dread the hour when we must part. It comes; our Normal days are done. We meet it with both joy and sorrow, Glad of the parchment we have won, Sad, for our parting comes tomorrow. The pain and sorrow of the hour Must find relief in forceful measure To know that time and place lack power To rob the store of memory ' s treasure. In years to come when we arc sad, Sitting and thinking all alone, Just take these records of the heart To play on Memory ' s (iraphophone. K. Clair McCann, ' 18. Page twenty