Alfred University - Kanakadea Yearbook (Alfred, NY)

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The Juniors

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N THE fell of ninteen one there assennbledet- Alfred University the most brilliantFreshman class that the world has ever seen. We had come together to 'these halls oflenrning from all points of the coni. pess. Green-Even now the eye is dazzled by the re- inenibrance. Observation is one of the best of teachers and we soon commenced to learn the ways of college life and what was expected of us, appearing less green even to the critical eye of the Sophs, VVe organized ourselves and went q uieti ly to Worlc and when victories came,-Well we had our share. We took our places in class hall and lyceum room with at determination to succeed and to ineke the most of our opportunities. Save for social functions and hotly contested victories- life, during the Sophomore year, was uneventful. Each man was busy in his duties and no one felt eshenled of his year's record. At the beginning of the Junior year things began to look differently. and the upper classtnanf' laid away the frivolities of the previous years. The class has changed since fll9Fl'QSl1I1lil1l year which numbered thirty-six, Some have ziclvztnced into higher honors. others have joined the ranks belowg nfew have come in from other places to join hztnds with this prosper- ous class, and some have left to seek other positions. or for rnzttriniony. Yet with ell these changes, the present class of nfteen members storms ahead preparing to be Worthy of the dignity which our senior brothers will soon bequeath to us. Members in Junior class picture are: - Top Row- Lee Baker, Paul Cox, Mabel Reed, Lela Wilson, Lloyd VVatson. Middle Row-Carl Rosebush, Sarah Babcock, Giles Hauber, Neil Annas, May jones, Ernst Brown. Bottom Row-Laverne Elliott, George Post, Ralph Horton. 24

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VV e were freshmen, you remember? That was very long ago, Yet that time of happy verdure Still within my heart doth glow, How we watched those lorclly Soph'mOres, How we fought them right and lefty Oh I the memory of those battles Sets my blood a tingling yet. We were Soph'mores, you remember? That was not so long ago, Yet 'the lmowledge we attained then Made our heafls expand and grow. How we won it from the Freshmen Victory was all ehilcl's play Now its past, hut still its memory Lingers in our thoughts to-clay. 'We are Juniors, Realize it? And the year is almost gone. Have we gained for what we've striven, Has it paid-what we have clone? Soon we'll have to take our plaees ln the honorecl Senior row. Then from out these happy class rooms - To our paths of life we'll go. Let us then strive to he thorough, Finish well what we've begun. So when Prexie gives our sheep skin, He'll pronounce the words Well clone.' A. N. ANNAS, 205 26