Bucknell University - L Agenda Yearbook (Lewisburg, PA)

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a= L ' AGENDA 27 The time has come for us to pack up and leave, and say our Goodbye to dear old Lewisburg town. So, with hearts full of hope for the future, but with a feeling of sadness, we bid farewell to our Alma Mater. Class Yell Clickety ! Clackety ! Clickety-clax ! Rickety ! Rackety ! Rickety-rax ! Hullabaloo-beleven I Hullabaloo-beleven ! Bucknell Seniors ! Xineteen-Seven !

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26 S) BrCKXELL UNIVERSITY Senior Class f)istory 1 X ACCORDANCE with the custom of class historians, vour ♦fT Imnible servant feels it her bounden duty to impress upon you II the fact that there never has been and never can be another such I class as our class. That the faculty realizes this fact has been shown by their loud-spoken approval of us. We are not surprised that some of the students have not yet grasped the full force of this truth. We attribute their failure to appreciate us to the fact that their powers of dis- crimination have not been developed yet. After we are gone they will realize their loss. Four years ago, when we started our ascent of the hill of knowledge, there were so many obstacles in view that we almost despaired of reaching the top. With inexhaustible courage we overcame all obstacles, and now have reached the summit. That the journey was a hard one is proven by the fact that so many of our number dropped down by the wayside. We, the sturdy band of pilgrims who have toiled up the hill, now see before us many more hills to be climbed, steeper and rougher ones by far. However, we are not daunted by steep and rough paths. We have learned from our four years ' journey that any obstacles in our waj may be overcome by per- sistence. So, with hopeful hearts we plod on. As we look back over our past, we are proud of the record we have made. We have been prominent in every department of college life. Our preachers have Moody skinned a mile in manutacturing inspiring ser- mons. Our athletes have been unable to find a match for their brawny muscle. Our literary artists have produced works of worth unsurpassed by Shakespeare. Our social stars have made such a hit that they never fail to be among those present at the Sem. receptions and pink teas. To enumerate all our honors and virtues would fill the pages of an ency- cloptL ' dia, and since our reputation is already widespread there is no neces- sity of our saying more. During the four years we have spent here Bucknell has seen many changes. The Faculty has been re-enforced by a number of worthy addi- tions. A fine new Carnegie Library has been erected. Oak Hall, a new dormitory for women, was completed a year ago, and East College is now fast taking shape. Thus, we see many changes come with the years. It is probable that when our grand-children come here to college the place will have changed beyond recognition. « if • I--

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28 -.D BUCKNELL UNIVERSITY Senior Class poem Fair, fair — now far — a vanishing shore; A garden, its bluebell — borne breezes sped ; A lute that still sighs, though its sweet song is o ' er; Low, low in the sky a light fading — till fled. But out from the shore the open sea That beckons the timid bark brave and free. The bluebell ' s blue, is it all outpressed ? O rose, with ' our glory still unguessed ! The lute through its first flung notes all strung For a fuller song than before was sung — Whv weep for the wan west ' s waning moon — Lo! before looms the dawn coming swift — coming soon. Oh, the pearls of the past they are ours for aye, And the rubies first won with the glowing today, But that radiant gem of our hearts high endeavor That beckons us higher, e ' er higher forever, Is ours — oh, more — than thev. Colors — Red and Blue Flower— Violet