Adelphi University - Oracle Yearbook (Garden City, NY)

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“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these—It might have been.

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Greeting Once more, dear friends, the Oracle hath spoken, And we of 1907, herein essay To clothe for you in forms mayhap imperfect, A portion of those accents grave and gay. We’ve loved our task—with eyes bent on the issue; We’ve loved it for the lessons it has taught, We’ve loved it for itself, but more than all else, We’ve loved it for the comradeship it brought. And, now, ’twixt fear and hope, we bring it to you, This token of our labor and our love,— Enough if aught it holds within its covers, To smiles or sighs content its readers move.

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Editor’s Preface Once more we send forth this book among our discriminating friends for their criticism, favorable or otherwise, and though we have the customery Greeting and L’Envoi, we deem it wise to insert here a few remarks by way of comment. It has been our purpose to enlarge the scope of.this year’s “Oracle” and make it more truly a book representative of the entire College, while at the same time not to destroy its identity as a distinctly Junior Class Book. Whether we have succeeded or not, it is for our readers to decide. With a comfortable theory that the Editors’ valuation of such a book as this speedily becomes that of its readers, we will refrain from making this preface a series of apologetic and deprecatory remarks for its obvious imperfections, lest we be taken seriously. We therefore give it to you with a confidence gained from having done our best, and if aught there be, between these covers, deserving of your censure or dis- pleasure, we plead in extenuation our inexperience. Work demands part payment in pleasure, and we have worked— only those who have gone before, and blazed the trail, may know how we have worked—and we have endeavored to crystallize the pleasures and joys of the past year, with the true spirit of Adelphi, into our Class- Book. We have had in our minds fine thoughts and bright thoughts which clamored to get into the ‘‘Oracle,” and which we fondly imagined ourselves pouring forth on paper for the edification of our friends: but, alas! when it came to the point, how intangible they were, and how impossible to fuse them into written form. If in future years, Nought-Seven, a glance through these pages will revive old memories, or cause you to dwell awhile upon old friends, or call forth a smile for the past, we can put down our pens with a feeling of well-earned reward.