Bucknell University - L Agenda Yearbook (Lewisburg, PA)

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W U «n ' -k. ■ ' V? 4«.i • V 4«: ; -}. -l- -« W i- =»!• ' a. ' .i ' - t ' s-i K -J ■ ; History. FOUR years have past ; four summers, with the length of four long winters ! Now it is all over ; we have fought a good fight, we have finished the course. Henceforth — This being the last time tlie History of 1904 will appear in our beloved annual, it were well to review our mighty deeds in order that coming generations may have a model to imitate and an ideal to strive after. The historian, however, will forbear to relate, how, in our first year, we defeated the Sophs in the annual scrap, how we held our Banquet unmolested by cowardly Sophomores, how 1904 men ate their rivals ' feast of baked beans and sandwiches, how our base-ball team played eleven games and was not once defeated, for all these events are matters of general knowledge. As Sophomores, 1904 lived up to all the fond expectations that her Freshmen year had excited. 1904 with thirty of the bravest of the brave met treble their number on the new terrace. In foot-ball, our game with the Freshies was a tie, but in basket-ball — Oh, ho ! how they were going to wipe up the floor with ' 04 ! When the day was won, Andy, Pat, and little Griff realized that they were not a match for Mack and John. Our Banquet could not well have been a greater success, the crowning feature being the appearance of Sister Lizzy in the midst of the evening ' s festivities. We reach our Junior year. Perhaps the thing most deserving of credit that year was our L ' Agenda. We refer especially to the extra fifty cents attached to the price, an innovation which won the grateful thanks of business managers and the blessings (?J of subscribers. Our Junior Prom ' was voted by delighted town girls the nicest dance of the year. If you have failed to hear our Junior 24

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I. HE far, far rim of the sea, And the sting of the blinding spray, And one white sail on the distant line, Where the dull green grows to gray. II. The sting of the blinding spray — Its taste is as salt as tears — And it dims my eyes as they strain to see The waste of the lonely years. I II. A sail on the distant line, And ever there comes to me. With the constant taste of the whirling spray. The sombre rime of the sea. IV. The dull green grows to gray — What matters a wish of mine ? And I turn again to the beaten shore For the ship has crossed the line. B. A. B. 23

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men debate, see if Prof. Martin has not the speeches filed away iu the library, and study them carefully in connection with any work of like character you may contemplate. Of an original gallant band of eighty, but forty-three now answer to the roll call. Some of the dear departed are buried iu the great metropolis, some are building bridges, some are lassoing cattle, and others are married. New recruits, however, have joined the ranks, and we now number fifty-five. As Seniors we have guided the affairs of, and dictated the law to undergraduates, and gracefully acted our role of model for Freshmen and preps. We have had our share of social life, entertaining and being entertained. Some of us find affaires du coeur more pressing than affaires de I ' ecole, but that is all as it should be. And now : Finis. 25