Cedarville University - Miracle / Cedrus Yearbook (Cedarville, OH)

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1920 SKNIOR MUSINGS Memories of the class of '20 as Freshmen, Sophomores and Juniors soon fade, but long will be the memories of our Senior days. Through three long weary years we toiled with one hope in view, that of becoming Seniors, for were we not told that Seniors were favored? But, alas, when we became Seniors our hopes seemed shattered for schedules, debates, tests and exams, as usual confronted us. Although they may» seem big and darn and fearful like the storm cloud, they are never as ter- rible as we imagine them to be. We work hard and play hard, for have we not learned by experience that “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy ? However, all thoughts of play are cast aside when a debate brief or written argument absolutely must be handed in by a certain date if we desire the honor of having an extra letter conferred upon us. For instance, having an F raised to a D. As dignified and stately Seniors, we have studied in all the depart- ments, worked out the puzzles, solved the great mysteries, laughed at the jokes (when necessary), and treated ourselves as worthwhile human be- ings. You may not agree with this, nevertheless it is true. We arc proud of our class, for is it not noted for its ambition, in- telligence and talent? It would be impossible for the under-classmen to give their programs without calling upon our famous musicians for aid. Then too, r.o olher class can boast of so many of its members assisting the faculty, for we have teachers of English, Language, Science and even Math. It is not only in scholarship that we excel, but we rapk among the highest in Athletics—Basketball, Baseball, Football and Tennis. For further evidence of our ability, all the important offices of the different organizations of the college are held by members of the Senior class, namely, the presidents of Y. W. C. A., Y. M. C. A., of the entire student body, and of the tennis association, manager of the girls’ basket-ball team, captain of the boys’ team, and others too numerous to mention. We are all loyal sons and daughters of the Buckeye State, except, Mr. Chu from far away Cathay. As a class wo have lived a part and con- tributed a share to the continual growth of good, so are we, now, upon the threshold of a new life. We see a new vision, a new way of life, a new feeling of hopefulness. Graduation, day is but a step toward the great field of life where we may fulfill the visions we have caught during our college days.—R. H. 18

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1920 AND THEN We've toiled four years in building a boat As an aid, in sailing life’s seas. The first of June we’ll set them afloat And unfurl their sails to the breeze. Three years have gone so awfully fast We’re unable to realize, That soon we’ll be a thing of the past With a stone that is marked “Here Lies.’’ Not all our time was given to books, Worrying o’er facts that were stale, Ponds soon dry up, but the running brooks, Reach the great wide sea without fail. Oh! we would not look beyond the veil That is hiding all future time. Our lives would then in their purpose fail, For uncertainty is sublime. This life is only a breathing space With a rough and troublesome sea. To prepare us for another place. Which is known as eternity. The weak are lost in the foaming mass But the worthy will reach their goal. Life is a light through which we must pass To reveal what is in our soul. Or will we float upon the ocean. Quite insensible to its roar, Harb'ring an oft mistaken notion That we’ll drift to the golden shore? For soon the sun will desert the tide And a mist will cover the land. Will we be sailing the ocean wide, Or be wrecked on treacherous sand? But lets cast off all the signs of doubt. And enjoy the plays and the stunts. Forget we’re Seniors to be thrown out, For we pass this way but once. D. S.