Centenary College - Hack Yearbook (Hackettstown, NJ)

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THE HACK '34 CLASS POEM Two years are gone. Gone, like a white bird Flashing. Gone, through shadow And sunlit silence, Glimmering and dipping, Passing into infinity, Leaving behind Only the memory Of a lovely thing. We know now Why the star-bow Arches across the heavens, Glowing, Its wavering sparks Moving in eternal rhythm. We stare into the minds Of men, and wonder What problems, these, To clog the great machine. Two years are gone. Gone, like a white bird Flashing. Young thoughts have risen From chaotic depths Into the light, Blinded, awe-struck, Seeking the heights Like a white bird Flashing. BETHUNE MILLEN 8 I

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THE HACK '34 We are nearing the end of our cruise, our two wonderful years, filled with happy memories, spent at C. C. I. Before we leave, we, the class of 1934, want to express our deep gratitude to all those who have been responsible for this marvelous experience. Our teachers and advisors have helped us to grow up, they have been a means of our getting to the higher, the better things of life. When we arrived at C. C. I. two years ago, we were a group of very timid but ambitious Freshmen. This June, we are going out into the world with a more mature mind and greater sense of responsibility. Also, we shall always have a memory filled with delightful experiences, and gay times which will always remain with us to brighten our darker moments in the future. We leave the sheltered atmosphere of our college days with a clear knowledge of what is ahead of us-a long, hard struggle in a world filled with strife and a great many problems-but we are unafraid! We are not going into it blindly, and so, backed with a clear conception of the future, no matter what individual trials it holds for each of us, we are eager to face it. Next, we want to wish the coming Senior Class all sorts of luck, and only our darker moments in the future. We leave the sheltered atmosphere of our college of a Senior Class--and also the privileges! We hope they will succeed in everything they attempt, for we have a feeling they shall be attempting a great many new things -they are that sort of a class! Havenlt they already procured stunning-looking bracelets as an emblem of their class, and there is no telling what will come into their heads next year! But whatever it is, Freshmen, we're with you! And now, as a last gesture of our class, we are presenting this section of our year book. We hope that this year's Hack will bring back memories of many happy times and lasting friendships made during our stay at C. C. I, We have tried to bring in every phase of our life here so that you may remember them all in later years. We have chosen modern boats as symbolic of our life at C. C. I. Boats of all kinds are fascinating as well as useful, fascinating in their very speed and in the romance always connected with them, and useful in their capacity for transportation. S0 has our life been fascinating in its novelty and new experiences, as well as certainly useful both in preparing us for later life and in teaching us how to meet situations of every sort. And so we leave our much-loved college with every good wish for each suc- ceeding senior class at C. J. C. Marjorie Sargant. 80

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Xiliiixxxxixx, ' 9 g ' I RU wi' I O 'TiXXtCii1flX1Cif KX K, ALL ABOARD! Last call for your tour on the good ship C. C.! We're Future Bound! The evening was a balmy one, and a perfect time to inspect the deck and the passengers . . . All the passengers seemed jovial, but strolled about in the hungry man- ner which the salt air so aptly gives one. I sat in my deckchair dreaming a little, and with a casual glance I turned to inspect the young couple immediately next to me. To my utter surprise it was none other than Ethel Leh, accompanied by Becky. They did not notice me, however, as they were deeply engrossed in the Royal Road to Romancef, The dinner gong sounded! People entered the dining room with much gusto. I was reminded of the scene that took place during my college days-a bell, a ravenous mob scene, and last but not least, the delicate foodstuffs which always awaited one. I gazed around, upon hearing children's voices, to see five tots assembled around the table with their mother. Could it really be? Yes, none other than our good friend Bark', displaying her usual remarkable patience and understanding with which I was so familiar in the days of yore. They say she was on her way to join her husband in Soutli America. I watched with interest the people leaving the dining room. Among them was Zimmie escorted by her husband, George. They looked deliriously happy, although I know George would much rather have partaken of one of Zimmie's', unsurpassable meals. The meal was a colossal one, and the people seemed to have that drowsiness which comes after one has been too much the Epicure. I noticed, however, that many people seemed to respond to the soft strains of Beethoven, so I joined the parade to the Ball Room to hear soothing notes, after the excitement of the maddening crowd. NO!- I could not go-not while someone was moaning and obviously in agony as this lady to my right was. In my Good Samaritan manner I turned to offer my possible services, and the familiar face of Mac Conly more pale and wan than as I remember itj turned slowly from gazing into the waters to receive my stare. Her spirits were melancholy as her evils were double-she was not only oblivious to the exquisite music, but her illness made her wish, as never before, for a good old C. C. I. bed. However, her wittiness was still with her, and she remarked that she felt like Mt. Vesuvius in an upheaval, and she made further declaration that she preferred the days of the cradle-rocking to this boat and its harshness. I put her to bed, and my sympathies were all in her direction. 82