Bowdoin College - Bugle Yearbook (Brunswick, ME)

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FOREWORD We have said our little say. It is hardly to be hoped that in saying it we have given much satisfaction to our contemporaries. We have labored that the Bugle might be an accurate record of the year that has passed. But, if we have succeeded, it will be said that we have not departed from the worn trail of our predecessors; and, if we have failed, we will be upbraided for neglect unpardonable. For truly the Bugle is like the prophet, and can hope for small honor in its own community. The victims of its brutal blasts arc incensed at their treatment; and those whom the keen eye of the satirist has altogether passed over are even more offended. The Faculty frowns upon us as frivolous; the Freshman counts us among his common foes. And where are our friends? Shall we find an appreciative audience in the world beyond, when our own brothers revile us? Alas, it is a bitter fate! We are born to be accursed. But ye say that our mirth fulness will be its own reward? How small is your penetration! “Harlequin without his mask is known to present a very sober countenance, and was himself, the story goes, the melancholy patient whom the doctor advised to go and see Harlequin.” This is what Mr. Thackeray has to say on that point, and we could go on to quote authority to the satisfaction of even our debating professor. But a glance at our picture on a later page tells but too truly the whole story. Our mirth is not even skin deep. And so it is with troubled hearts that we give to you, Students of Bowdoin, the Bugle of the Class of 1910. In only one way, shall we hope to escape the pain of your bitter criticism. And that is by re- minding you that all that we have done, from the greatest unto the smallest, has been undertaken in honor of Her we love most—Old Bowdoin. 5 The Bugle Board.