DYouville College - DYouvillian Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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......6..sfssg,1 af 45 Jas gg' W' ' ' 250 'i ' G , q-g,a,.a..... 'W Q, X fy n A ai rs 9 F' f Q F From the Freshmen UNE brings the roses and the roses make sweet bouquets for charming graduates. june is a beautiful month wherein the mystic wand of Nature transforms the budding earth into a world of blossoms, Zephyr breezes and misty twilight. It is a month of happiness, yet a happiness that is tinged with wistfulness, for it brings the time for parting. The Seniors will have reached the threshold of their lives, and their eager hearts, though saddened with regret at parting, are beating fast and true, strengthened and fortihed to meet the future unafraid. It is to us, who are left behind, that sorrow comes, for the realization dawns, all toofassuredly, that they are departing, leaving with us the linger' ing memory of their gentleness and scholarship, their gaiety and dignity. Farewell! It is such a hard word to say and yet it must be said. Farewell to some of the Seniors truly means Goodbye, but to others it betokens only a separation with happy prospects of future meeting. But the best of friends must one day part and seek anew the comradeship of others, Ending new success outside the portals of beloved D'Youville, and embarking upon the white ship of fame. We, although we are but lowly Freshmen, are big enough to appreciate bigness in others and are still possessed of that infantile softness that makes it so hard for us to let you go. Seniors, you never knew that the picture you presented as you walked down the corridors in your black gowns thrilled us with a keen sense of possession. You were our Seniors, our models and, yes, our friends. Unconf sciously, you carved in our hearts niches that time will not efface. The end draws nearer and nearer and we dread to think on it, because we know that in doing so we must pronounce the word that means parting. Let us say in conclusion that no matter where you may be after you depart, no matter what walk of life you choose to follow, the classes still remaining at D'Youville are ever behind you, lauding your successes and praying for your triumph. We shall hold one end of the golden chain of friendship, and trust that you will always firmly clasp the other, so that down through the years to come we can look back upon these happy days in the open book of memory and conjure up the faces of each other. And now, Seniors of 1930, we, humble Freshmen, say God bless you and, not goodfbye, but au revoif' a -MARGARET OQDONNELL, '33 One Hundred Thirty

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