Colgate University - Salmagundi Yearbook (Hamilton, NY)

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HJIETOLQJQ .-, , -lil- to1 we 1eal14e, as We neve1 have befole that our llfe to0ethe1 1S SW1lt1y passmo and that the happy days paltot the deal old Colle TC I p111t we mll 1l1x N S1lO1GfO1 her' and fo1 us, she Wlll IICXCI fmcl sons 111o1g ECIUOY Q3 I' ' H' ' ' ' - '1 1 ' ' I ' QS- U 5 ' ' 2 'HY- ' . C5 - ' ' 5 C ' be her children, and whatever the future may hold 111 l y' ' 1 ' C ' 1 f' 1- ' ' ' 1 ' ' ' H' -' -1 mthm the p1oteot1n01 arms of ou1 Alma Mcctev w111 soon be ended. But it will be only in name that We will cease to be loyal and lovmg than those who claun membelslnp 111 the class of Nineteen Hundred.

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SENIOIQ HISTORY T lS with mingled pride and regret that the historian of Nineteen Hundred takes up his task. Pride for the achievements that have given our class the position of pre-eminence that she has occupied so worthily since she first made her entrance into the college world, and regret because her life as an active part of the University is so near its end. We who are its members have lived together four long years-years that have been filled with the work and the play that make up this college life of ours. Year after year we have seen class after class receive their diplomas and depart, and always it has seemed to us that the day of our departure was far-distant, that it belonged to some far-off, shadowy time which was too remote to be thought of seriously. And now suddenly there is thrust upon us the realization of the stern truth. Our own day of graduation is close at hand. Our college course is almost at an end. WVe must soon put it all behind us and go out into the H cold, wide world to try to pick up a scanty livelihood as best we mayg and after the manner of seniors since time immemorial, our mind travels back over the days that We have spent as under- graduates. I As freshmen We walked in the straight and narrow path of rectitude with fear and trembling, looking forward with joyful hope to the distant day that would see us free from Prof. Jim and his hated Math. As sophomores we led an untrammeled existence of merriment and pleasure, a terror to the freshmen and a thorn in the side of the faculty. As juniors we enjoyed a life of happy idleness disturbed only at intervals by Doctor Read and his Psy- chology. And now at last we have reached the final stage of our journey and have taken up the duties and respon- sibilities that fall to the lot of seniors We have always been vigorous exponents of the H stren- uous lifefl Our achievements speak for themselves. The long list of victories in class contests, from our freshman cane-rush to the inter-class debate, our successful SAL. and our never-to-be-forgotten L4P1'OIU.,7l as well as the laurels that we have won in the rocky fields of learning, these are sufficient proofs of the strength and ability with which we have worked. But notwithstanding the prosperity and success that have been ours, now that we are at the end of our under- graduate career, there comes over us a feeling of regret,

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