University of Kentucky - Kentuckian Yearbook (Lexington, KY)

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MEMORIA XCIV. 17 of the opposite sex, it was always “on business ’ if we happened to get caught. What Senior boy’s heart does not swell with modest pride when he thinks how, when a Junior, the midnight artillery avenged their liberties by firing a policeman off the cannon, and then, picking up his terrified remains, sent him home on a street car. Again he might recall the time those guns were taken from the armory and expressed “to the World’s Fair, Chicago.” Or, perchar.ce, he might recall the time that troublesome tree on the athletic grounds arose from its position and walked into oblivion. As Seniors we have won laurels for the dignified man- ner in which we have conducted ourselves, and especially in the election of our “class president.” We are justly proud of ourselves. Not only do we deserve the highest awards for the manner in which we have mastered our studies ; but also on the field, and in literary societies and fraternities, we have been most successful. We present for graduates twenty-one students, the largest number yet, in the history of the College. Six of these are young ladies, to whose noble efforts is largely due the success of the class of ’94, and I close with best wishes for all, and especially “the girls.” 1

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—- - V ----- —-i - 1----- 16 MEMORIA XCIY. the dormitory professors (?) Then it was we longed for better times. As Freshmen we had no equal, and as the boys donned their new uniforms they strutted about with inflated heads and hearts, regarding all Preps with contempt. Then was the time we pictured to ourselves the most glowing future. We were the class who should arouse old A. and M. to action. We would win all the honors, gain all the prizes, and go forth from college bearing ban- ners of victory. As Sophomores we were not quite so dignified. Prep- aratory German and plane and solid geometry had some- what modified the exalted opinions we entertained of our- selves, and we began to think it was just possible that f some one else might be as intellectual as ourselves. When we were compelled to write out long formulae in organic chemistry, we nearly lost confidence in our abilities. As Juniors we began to recover somewhat from our dejected spirits, so when analytical geometry and calculus were safely disposed of, we were ready to rejoice and be glad. No longer did our hearts throb with terror when we heard the thump, thump, of President’s cane in the hall;

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18 MEMORIA XCIV. Programme, Class Day, June 6th, 1894. President, W. C. Trigg. Poet.........................Mr. Nathan Newton. Historian....................Miss Emma Griffing. Prophet......................Miss Lillie Kroesing. Orator................. . . .Mr. U. A. Garred. Grumbler.....................Miss Dora Sledd. Giftorian....................Mr. J. M. Hayes. Honors for Class 1894. Valedictorian, Edward Brand. Latin Salutatory, M. B. Jones. English Salutatory, Johii Faig. Class Prophecy. “ In nature’s infinite book of secrecy, A little I can read.” Alas for 11s ! The day of oracles is past. We have no Delphi in our land where an oracle sitting on a tripod could in smoke issuing from the earth trace for us the future of our nation. Nor from the flights of birds can we learn the history of the coming years. Unaided by these, with our mortal eye alone, would we look into the dim and distant future, and strive to see the future of the class of '94. i