Boston University - HUB Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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The year was brought to a pleasant close by the trip to River- side where Balmy breezes bore our barks Beneath balconies and bridges, and the Seniors bade farewell to the pleasures of these happiest days of our lives. The autumn of '98 found us again within the walls of fair B. U., and as Juniors, we felt we had much responsibility to assume. A history of the junior year with no mention of the course in psycho- logy, would be like the play of Hamlet with Hamlet left out. It was here for the first time that the whole Century Class met together in a recitation hall. Oh, how we wish that even now -so long after the final test of our knowledge in that subject-we might bathe in the sweet river Lethe or eat some of the renowned lotus, to banish from our brains the memory of those anxious hours I The usual programme of study, socials and receptions, large and small, busied us till December, when a change in our behaviour was noticed. The number of class meetings held bade fair to out- rival those held concerning the Senior outing, and their size was un- paralleled. The news that a HUB was to be published spread very fast, as good news always does, and met with hearty enthusiasm from all quarters. Croakers were conspicuous from the very iirst by their absence. We need add no further comment on the HUB? lt speaks for itself. In the midst of our course we have twice had occasion for deep sorrow. Last year, on the morning of the twenty-first of january, we received word of the death of Miss Atwood, and on March fifteenth, of the death of Mr. Comey. Both of these students were well known members of the class and college, and had the utmost respect of all their schoolmates. Such are our annals up to the present time. In the writing, we have followed Pliny's precept that history should never overstep the limits of truth, and that in recording noble deeds, the truth is sufii- cient. Never in its short life has the B. U. Century Class grasped the full meaning of its motto: Hbzzzzzw' ,VCI-fL'l',,l as it does at the present time, and it is our firm desire to continue to press onward and upwards, being ever watchful that the republic suffer no harm. Cuo. 56

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our true friends, theijuniors. How true it is, as Addison has it, that tt Great souls by instinct to each other turn, Demand alliance, and in friendship burn. We had a a very tangible pledge of their affection at the reception tendered us October eighth and our lirst fete within the walls of our coming Alma Mater was one of great success and real enjoyment. It would be interesting but not feasible to detail all the happen- ings of this Freshman year, the successful Philomathean play, the attempts on the part of the Sophomores to make up and be un- dying friends, the memorable Klatsch Collegium, where the galaxy of beauty, light and music again upset our mental equilibrium which we thought by this time had become eternally settled. We realized then the full meaning of the threat contained in those bloody placards of the past : No initiation, no Klatschf' Thus ended our first year of B. U. life, a year which had been filled to the brim with many helpful experiences which were to make a firm foundation for coming days. During the summer months many were the happy thoughts of the past year and anticipations of the year to come, when we were to win laurels as ff Saucy Sophomores -the wise fools. ln the fall of ,97 we returned with hearts eager to assist in some way the naughty-ones, even as we had been helped by the now sedate juniors. We proved ourselves invaluable to them within the first few days. They simply could not-or at least did not-- get along without us, Cnor with usj. Our busy efforts at entertaining culmin- ated in one grand attempt on an afternoon in December. The Freshmen, however, were not pleased either with our unique green programmes, furnished entirely free, or with our entertainment of the audience, previous to the histrionic display. We were rather disappointed and mystified at this lack of appreciation, but tried to bear it as best we might. But there are even deeper mysteries con- nected with this afternoon's performance, for example, where were those curtains and numerous dress suit cases? We pause for a reply. Once again we tried to win the esteem of the Freshmen at a recep- tion. Seven young men of the class served on the committee as our representatives, and covered themselves and us with glory. Even the Freshmen changed their opinion of us, so we were content. 55

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