Bucknell University - L Agenda Yearbook (Lewisburg, PA)

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dream no more. The stern realities of Trigonometry, An- alytical Geometry, Calculus, and a host of kindred evils confronted us in our Sophomore year. Our number had de- creased, but stern and steady the remnant marched to the con- flict, and after a hard struggle we pulled through, bearing the wounded off the field. But there is always a balm for aching hearts and we celebrated our deliverence from bondage by a symposium at Sunbury. What feeble words can describe that event, that glorious day, or to speak more correctly, that glorious night. Relentless time hurries us on and we are Juniors. We study Logic and can argue anything in the book or out of it. We talk about syllogisms and petitio prin- cipii with remarkable fluency. We also deliver public orations to an audience of 3 Sems, 19 Preps, the unlucky section of the class assigned to speak, the professor of Rhetoric and the instruc- tor in Elocution. Never had there been anything to equal it on the platform of Commencement Hall, and the vast audience forgot their disappointment over the absence of burlesques in the smoothly flowing stream of oratory that poured into their open mouths. The bell rings for the last act. Nineteen staid and solemn Seniors stand before the world. Never has there been a Senior class upon whom dignity and high hats rest so easily and well- In Geology, every man is an authority. He is as fa- miliar with rocks and minerals as he is with the photograph of his best girl. Who in ' 88 could not be a geologist when there was the constant inspiration derived from geological trips in the surrounding country, and down into the dark and dismal coal mines of Shamokin ? Who could not appreciate and understand fossils when our fourteen fair Seminary class sisters helped us find them ? But the days are passing. Soon we shall stand where many have stood before us, and we shall go the way of all college men. Out into the wide world, into theology, into law, into medicine,, into business, into teaching, into matrimony (?). May the gods guide our footsteps if any of us ever get near the latter ! Kind reader, drop a tear of sympathy for our misfortunes, a tear of charity for our failings, and sing some little song of hope as we linger a moment ere the bell rings and the curtain drops. HISTORIAN. 20

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HISTORY OF The gENioR ( LHss. Colors : — Golden Bro7vii mid Light Blue. Motto : — rvwft rav aatpov. Yell : — Eighty-eight ! Akuays Great ! Tzum-ta-7-a-ta-i(tn-ta-ta! IKE the traveler who at the close of the day stands on the mountain top and looks back over the path by which he has come, so to write the his- tory of ' 88 is like standing very near the summit and taking a last, lingering look ere the turn of the road hides the view from sight, and it remains only in memory. Among the many honors that have clustered so thickly about ' %2 , not the least is that in this famous year, when Bucknell for the first time issues an Annual, we should be the first class to inscribe our history on its illustri- ous pages. To-day as we look back over the years, it seems but a little while since we entered as green Freshmen ; while now, ah yes, we are Freshmen no longer, but have climbed the rugged slope, and have attained to all the dignity of full fledged Seniors. The thirty-three meek youths who composed the Freshman Class, conducted themselves as all well regulated Freshmen should. Sophomores said we should not carry canes, and some of the more timid ones immediately offered their sticks for sale, while the others hid theirs under their coats, until safely away from the Hill. In the spring term. Dr. Groff, as a reward for our good behavior and faithful study, took us on a botanizing trip to the wilds of Centre County, For two days we tramped dusty roads, climbed rocky hills, killed rattlesnakes, waded through swamps, slept in the open air, and found a few flowers. Thus the happy days passed. In our innocence we thought that college life was a veritable bower of roses and a feast of ambrosial sweetness. Alas I a change came over our dreams. We awoke to 19

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