Atlantic Union College - Minuteman Yearbook (South Lancaster, MA)

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14 7a.le of Seniaadt fWith apologies to Longfellowj Should you ask me whence these Seniors? Whence these supercilious folk, With their glasszs on their noses. With their notes of countless ages. With their rushing, with their speeches, With their frequent repetitions, And their wild reverberations, As of thunder in the mountains? I should answer, I should tell you, Of the tale of Brainy Seniors, Tell their wondrous birth and being. How they played and how they feasted, How they lived and toiled and suffered That the Senior Class might prosper. That they might advance their college! Onward through the morning sunlight ln the days that are forgotten. In the unremembered ages. From a land of recollections, Came they - pretty little FRESI-IMEN, As fine students to the college. There the stupid little Freshmen. Looked at every book -- its content, Learned its name and all its secrets. Where they're found and how they're hidden. Never with their education, Did their pleasures interfere. Then into the classrooms straightway. All alone walked they as SOPHOMORES. Said the socials and the parties. 'Do not study yet you Sophomores.' Said the programs and the playgrounds. 'Do not study - there is time yet.' But they heeded not. nor heard them, For their thoughts were with their lessons, On their words their eyes were fastened, To the tests that made their credits, And as ones in slumber planned they. Many things the teachers taught them, Of the stars that shine in heaven: Showed them strange phenomena, Molecules with fiery 'lectrons. Showed the Death-dance of false theories. Warriors with their pens and papers Were they - JUNIORS now - :nd SIU In the frosty nights of winter: Trod the hard and narrow pathway. Pathway of the ghosts, the shadows Of intentions and ambitions. Now at last. they're sober SENIORS. Planning hard and pond'ring often, Much perplexed by various feelings, Listless. longing, hoping. fearing. Dreaming of some job that calls them, Of some place they hope to till. And the ancient ALMA MATER Turns a moment from its labor. Watching from its open doorway, Murmuring to itself and saying. Thus it is our Seniors leave us, Those we love, and those who love us. Just when they have learned to help us. When we trust and lean upon them, Comes the Board with flaunting feathers, With its trumpet loud a-blowing, Ever searching through the campus, Beckoning the fairest Seniors, And they follow where it leads them Leaving all, for greater glory. by Alice O M o1'To An Unreserved Consecration COLORS Sapphire Blue and Aviation Blue FLOWER White Rose Anvtsian H. U. Wendell ciisd Meleen

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