Barnard College - Mortarboard Yearbook (New York, NY)

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IV. YEAR CLASS. On f ' oj. OLD ROSE— SWEET PEA. Officers. President, CAROLINE GaRNAR BrOMBACIIER. Vice-President, Florence Colgate. Secretary, Jeanne Willard Tatlock. Treasurer, MABEL PARSONS. Members. Brombacher, Caroline Garnar, Colgate, Florence, Junge, Antonie, Lockwood, Louise Benedict, Parsons, Mabel, Seligsberg, Alice Lillie, Swenson, Celeste, Tatlock, Jeanne Willard, Whithed, Gratia, Liggett, Mrs. N. W. 17 Brooklyn. New York City. Brooklyn. Stamford, Conn. New York City. New York City. Flushing, N. Y. Stamford, Conn. New York City. Honorary Member.

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ft As we, the class of ' 95, sum up in our minds the result ot our four years ' life at Barnard, we ask of ourselves two ques- tions : what are we taking with us at our departure, and what are we leaving behind ? As to the first we have each one of us gained what we shall never lose, however quickly Greek verbs and mathematical formulae fade from our minds — a degree of intellectual breadth, the direct result o f our college course, and, perhaps even more valuable than this, a wider sympathy, and a capability for ap- preciating those with whom we have come in contact for what they really are. This much we owe to the atmosphere of Barnard. What we leave behind us is a question more difficult to answer. From our Freshman days we have been im- pressed with the feeling that we were making traditions, and, in a manner, determining the future tone of the col- lege ; that these traditions should embody nothing but what is truly womanly, and that a striving after the highest ideals should be the spirit of the college ; to bring this about has been our honest effort. In this our last appear- ance in the Barnard Annual, may we not call upon the classes of the future to cherish, too, that highest ideal of what Barnard should be, which, to the minds of the class of ' 95, is the true college spirit. 16

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When one sits down to write about one ' s self and one ' s dearest friends and one ' s daily work, one gets a queer feeling, which seems to say, I can ' t tell anyone about those things ; you ought to come and learn for yourself. For I, you see, am prejudiced, and if I were to tell you of our Junior Class, our commonwealth of culture, just fluttering into life, of its patient past, and its fickle present, and its fixed and firm future, then you might find me out, and you might not believe all I say, and that would be so much confidence and time wasted. Perhaps, too, there is not ' much to be said. The past was long ; it was a year to break down old realities, and a year to build up the new, before the culture-ideal had a basis to rest on. Now that it has come, it is true enough to our minds ; its fickleness is all in its relation to our lives. And therefore precisely we have made this personal ideal our common ideal, that by mutual aid and co-opera- tion we may chain its past to our doings and leavings — bind it down to its duties as the guide of conduct. That is its present history. Its future is the time when we will look back and say : The work was hard, but not done in vain. 18