Fredericksburg College - Quips and Quibbles Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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QUIPS AND QUIBBLES Page 25 Senior Chronicles ELLOW CLASSMATES : No Gibbon wields this quivering pen to guide it on in glowing words to tell of all our deeds. We know what we have done. Let it suffice, then, to rescue only a few broken and strewn frag¬ ments from the past, only a few remnants of the things which have been. Seniors ! What a name was this to us in days gone by ! With what longing glances did we aspire to their dignity ! Yet we are only last year ' s juniors, who have ascended but one round more the ladder of intellectual attainment. The sky of knowledge is somewhat clarified ; the sunbeams seem a little brighter ; the mists have fled a little farther away. We have spent many arduous days in patient study ; the taper has full often grown dim, and shadows danced in fantastic shapes upon the walls, while we digged for priceless treasures. But the recompense is at hand. “Yet a few days,” and Miss B. will find a respite to her geological “flunks”; Miss L. will glean a few more facts from abstruse eco¬ nomics, Miss W. translate just a little more Anglo-Saxon, and their role will be played ; G. B., too, in making his asymptotic excursions, will cease to calculate whether or not he will land this side or the other side of infinity ; “ Sui Generis” will anathematize Plato’s Ideas no longer; and all will linger as but distorted and bedimmed pictures of the past. The hallowed associations and intimate friendships, now grown so dear to our hearts, will soon be tested. The lore of college days will be hurled away in derision by the march of time, but no sudden flight of years can ever erase or obliterate our happy friendships here. Knit one to another, as Tennyson to his beloved Hallam, we have formed those ties which end only in the hereafter. The end of college life is hastening ; our deeds are done; the volume is written, and we must add finis to our story. Excelsior, then, O classmates. Fit a few more golden slabs into your edifice; drink once again from the cooling spring of the muses; listen yet once more for the clarion voice of knowledge calling unto us to come up higher, and then we all shall say with the poet, “ Who loves not knowledge ? May she mix With men and prosper. Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail.” Historian.