City College of New York - Microcosm Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Deiirateii In •flrnf. ftamuri A. Salimmt 3n fullest appreciation of fjts toljolrfjfartcb efforts to mafet our College life just a bit more beautiful. Sf.tB

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FO%EJVO%D I you would know Ike real tout of a college. I.corn the memories Khiek ill lonl tote ttilk Item into life. NCE again a Microcosm appears to chronicle the doings of a year. To the College at large it is nothing more than a Boole of the Year;” to us of the class of 1921 it means the history of four years spent midst gothic walls under the constant teaching and blessed with the friendship of professors who have striven to inspire us to attempt nothing but the best in later life. Fast and firm arc the bonds of friendship formed in the classroom, in the alcove or at the athletic contests. .We trust that further association will strengthen this priceless friendship as the years roll by and we grow old together. In after years pleasant memories of college days will make us young again. Some will stand out distinctly forever while others will have faded into the ever-deepening twilight of the past. The Editors of the 11 21 Microcosm have labored with love to make this the best book of its kind. They have striven to create an artistic remembrance of our life at the College “with towers that melt in the sky and gates that stand open for- ever.” This is their own humble contribution to freshen the memory and quicken the heart as. old and careworn, we manage to snatch a few moments from the toil of the day to fondle caressingly the pages of the Microcosm. May the thoughts that will thus be called to mind bring nought but smiles and chuckles of joy. M. W. Sir

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II it hi Urbs Coronata O youngest of the giant brood Of cities far renowned. In glory’s race thou hast outrun Thy rivals at a bound,— Thou art a mighty Queen. New York, And how wilt thou be crowned? Thou art a mighty Queen. New York, And how wilt thou be crowned? ll'eave me no glittering palace wreath, The royal city said. Nor forge of frowning fortress walls A helmet for my head, Hut let me wear a diadem Of IVisdom’s tow’rs instead. But let me wear a diadem Of IVisdom’s tow’rs instead. Stand here, ye City College Towers. And look both up and down; Remember all who wrought for you IVitliin the toiling town: Remember all her hopes for you. And be the City's Crown! Remember all her hopes for you, And be the City's Crown!