Colgate University - Salmagundi Yearbook (Hamilton, NY)

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26 CFHE SALMAG UNDI and very soon the tape will be broken and we will pass the finish mark. Wfe carry with us one great sorrow and regret, and we will ever mourn the loss of our four class-niates, Edwin H. W right, Ralph O. Dodge, George C. Gates and Henry R. Winter. We realize that the Senior year marks period of transition. lVe look back upon the pleasant ineinories, class rivalry, pleasurable activities. VVe guard rirnily in our hearts the traditions of our Collegeg they are ours forever. Already the days of our college life are receding into the niellowing haze of nieniory, and soon will the Past gain its full inheritance. We look forward into the Future with wondering eyesg it lies shrouded in darkness, only to be revealed to us as we advance step by step. Wfe ap- proach it reverently, yet fearlessly, our faith supported by our knowledge of the Past. We bid farewell to Faculty who have so well guided us 5 to the vil- lage which has sheltered usg to the maidens who so bewitchingly have light- ened our taslcsg to the merchants who have so generously obliged us. To sweet nieinories, lasting friendships, and college traditions we bid no farewell, for these we take with us to cheer our future years. No time, nor change, nor distance can separaite our hearts from these, our inheritance from our Alina Mater. A ILIRTATIIHZII1 COLOR

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COLGATE UNIV iansrrr 25 even things up, but-well, there we showed our speed and as we looked around, we could with dinticulty distinguish 1908 because of the dust in our trail. How- ever, the next Spring, we yielded first place to the Sophs to compensate their sorrowful hearts. Who mentioned baseball? We wish it understood by all that that word is not in 1909's vocabulary, and we refuse to enter into any discussion upon an unknown topic. But now behold the Final triumph of our Freshman year. Picture to yourself hotel at Norwich, with festive board arranged, chairs in readi- ness, everything prepared for a magnficent feast. 'tAnd there xx itliout the power to fly, Stands fix'd a tip-toe Mercury. waiting to have his crackled and dirt-stained foot kissed by the class of 1908 as a mark of servility to his repulsive figure. Then imagine this mouth-Wav ering class of would-be merrymakers bound hand and foot in Hamilton, de- tained on general principles, unable to partake of that for which their hard earned dollars must later pay. Then give credit to 1909 for the unpre- cedented deed, the breaking up of a Sophomore Banquet. Did I hear 1910 say that we never have and never will know the delight- ful sensation of kissing the foot of this Mercury, this scabby backed God, this imperfect leaden image which would disgrace a junk-dealers wares? For twenty years this one-eyed, earless, and armless mass of lead and iron has been worshipped and served as though made of pure gold and set with precious stones. Enough money has been expended upon its hollow shell to build a city of dormitories Clike our present onesj. Worship it, ye coming classesg spend your good money, and in the end know the god of thieves is rightly named, for he steals your purse, your time, your reason. Be it for- ever known that the class of 1909 shuns the sight of this monstrosity Knot being invited to see itj-we don't want it Cnot having been sufficiently urged to acceptj,-and Heaven bless the class which, by custom, is duty-bound to tote this truck along with their own misguided bodies. And so you know, in some detail, our underclassman history. As Juniors we assumed the added responsibilities of upper-classmen, and did away with strife and struggle for class supremacy. The poet, at some time, must have been a Junior who wrote: ln Junior year we take our ease, Smoke our pipe, and sing our gleesf' And now the Senior year has come and is nearly over. For this reason Senior History is more significant than that of any other class. The record of the Senior Class, the Class of 1909, is about completed and 1909 is almost History. We are approaching the tape, the finish of this four-lap course. We are running down the straight-away with surprising rapidity

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