Bucknell University - L Agenda Yearbook (Lewisburg, PA)

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Senior Class History T HE contemplation of this, our last class history, causes for us all an i indefinable feeling of sadness, for it brings to our hearts a realization j SsH ol the fact that our days within the sacred cloisters oi Bucknell an fast drawing to a close. The four years spent here have been years of growth. We have had our class scraps, our athletic contests and games, and have shown ourselves proficient in all these. Eut better than this, and far more important for ourselves and our Alma Mater, we have broadened and developed under the influence of our college and of those whom we will ever be thankful for having had as our professors. Under their efficient leadership we have drunk deep at the Pierian Spring; we have been led to see wherein we have erred; and we have received the instruction which will fit us to take our place in the larger world beyond. Now at last do we find ourselves within sight of the goal toward which we have been so long striving. In a few short months we must pass from the sheltering care of Alma Mater and be scattered to the four winds of the earth. And at this stage, as we look back at the events and happenings of the past four years, and as we look forward to what may be before us, it is our most sincere wish, our most devout prayer, that we may be permitted in the years to come to show our appreciation and our undying love to old Bucknell by our deeds and by the lives that we shall live. JOHN L. Gehman, Historian. 16

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)enior CI ass oem i MARCH ! Onward ! Over the stones and the rocks ! What matter the rubs, the jolts, and the jars. We ' ll march until vict ' ry, till vict ' ry is ours; We ' ll clamber the hilltop, the mountain we ' ll scale. In spite of the rainstorm, the snow, or the hail. There the class of 14 shall write its proud name, The lightnings of Heaven shall publish its fame, Oh, who would now linger or tarry? II Onward, still onward, though rugged the way, Through struggles and troubles to the light of the day: We ' ve learned that our knowledge is less than we thought, That the pearl of great wisdom ' s not easily bought. But through toiling and struggling, light dawneth apace, Just one more rough hilltop and ours is the race. Ill Underclassmen no longer, now smoothly the way Winds upward and onward where gleams the broad day. The twitter of birdies, the plashing of rills, The music of woodlands the morning air fills, And from heights just above us, a soft, cooling breeze, Long stretches of greensward through vistas of trees, Like a mirage of the desert, like a vision of air, Tantalizingly distant, enchantingly fair. IV Senior ear! The goal of our desires! How vividly pictured by Fancy ' s bright fires! Yet e ' en from this height, in a vision more clear, With snowy-capped summits new mountains appear. And a mystical figure, with eyes burning deep. Points down the long valleys where dark shadows creep. We answer the summons. As creatures of light. We leave thee, dear Bucknell, to fight for the right, With hearts undiscouraged to do our part well. Farewell. Alma Mater, farewell, dear Bucknell. Minnie I. Etzweiler. Poetess. 15

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Senior Class 1914 President Vice President OFFICERS President Jesse RlLEY Vice President WALTER BAKER Secretary J. W. RlCE Treasurer K. W. RlPPLE Historian John Gehman Poetess Miss Etzweiler Secretary Treasurer 17 . ' • • ■ '