Brigham Young University - Banyan Yearbook (Provo, UT)

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w ' yrr -rfF: Seniors When we look at ourselves in the light of thought, ive discover our lives are embosomed in beauty, S the time approaches when the work and play, the joys and sorrows of school days will slip forever behind us, they wind themselves more closely about our heart-strings. After four long, happy years — before us lies a vast untried future, holding in store we know not what. Eagerly we strain our eyes into the darkness, yet at the same time we reach back with longing to the valued experiences of the past. Memory bids us pause e ' er we go forth to test our powers in life ' s great battle. The associations we have had and the friends we have made while here will never be forgotten, their influence upon our lives has been too great. As a class we feel that we may have done just a little toward inspiring our associates and keeping their ideals lofty. While we go on with eager preparations for our final flight from the home nest, we do not in any way overlook our sister classes. Their care-free jollity and their eagerness for the rugged climb before them awaken within us a feeling almost of envy, but our way lies before us. Duty calls, and we must answer her. Our paths henceforth may diverge widely, and we shall never again exist as a class at the dear old school, yet our hearts will ever beat in unison with her and we shall watch with pride her future developments. No students of the institution will ever be more true to the dear old White and Blue than the Seniors of 1918, 1 ' ' P '