Gettysburg College - Spectrum Yearbook (Gettysburg, PA)

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A JUNIQ1-rs so1.u.oQug. ARENVELL to under-class contests. Farewell to hours of revelry and hours of bohning. I have watched the other years pass with silent pleasure, but when I think that I must soon say farewell to you, dear Junior year, my heart is Hlled with sadness. College days began when we were Freshmen, but college life begins with Junior year. The professors who frowned upon us and tried to make us Hun k, now politely tip their hats as we pass by. The girls of town, once haughty and proud, who laughed at us and refused to grant recognition, now smile sweetly and invite us to their teas. The townies, who pelted us with mud and snow from some dark alley, now stand in silent awe. As I sit in my old arm-chair, and my pipe sends fragrant rings to the ceiling, visions of college days rise before me and, in quick succession, vanish. I see '94 an applicant for admission to college. I see it victorious in the struggle on Prep. Campus with '93, and in the cremation of French, when John French, so young and fair, left this earthly sphere, then again victorious in the struggle with '95, when we wrested from their midst their president, and bore him captive from the field. All that seems nonsensical to me now. I-Iow foolish it was to struggle and fight in the mud, gaining what we then thought was a glorious victory, but whose only results were Hunks and torn clothing. But we were under-classmen then and thought it great and glorious, and so will future classes, for they will know no better. But pleasanter visions arise now. I see the men at the Junior hop soon to be, gliding over the polished floor in dreamy waltzes, then moving with quick steps and flashing eyes to the lively music of the college lancersf' I see them on moonlight drives, on country walks, in gay and boisterous sleighing parties, in skating and nutting parties, in teas and social hops. Some one has said, I In the Junior year the young man's fancy, Lightly turns to thoughts of love, And the boisterous burly Soph, Changes to a coming dove. And he was right, for the Junior With his correct dress, faultless and graceful manners, possessing all the dignity of a Senior without 37

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any of his anxieties, finds his way straight to the hearts of the fair maidens. Visions of our sweethearts rise before me. There was Edith, Irene, Maude, and all the rest of them whom We thought were all our lives, and Whose very footsteps we worshiped, but we have escaped the meshes of Gettysburgs fair charmers, and strewn our path with college Widows. IVe have had among us some who enjoyed matrimonial bliss, but they have long ago sunk beneath the Waves, and only those who were Wise enough to keep off the rough and tempestuous sea of matrimony are with us. But. how different is life now. IVhen We Were Freshmen, there was continual grind and hustle, and when Sophomores We were always on the warpath, true bloody Sophomores, whose only thought was how to make life miserable for the callow Freshmen. Now We take our ease. IVe study to pass, not for marks. VVe calmly watch the under-classmen ight and struggle as we once struggled and fought. But when I think of the men we have lost, my heart grows sad again. There were Piper, Boyer, I-Ieilman, Mike, Pete, Rex, and the rest of them, and they were good fellows. Fellows who could be relied upon in time of trouble, who feared neither the P1'OCtO1',S stealthy tread, nor the watch1nan's warning lantern, and Whose only thought was, as is ours, '94 now and forever. But suddenly my visions are rudely dispelled, an icy chill of dignity blows over me, my pipe is out, and I am a Senior. P if i 'l.: MJ- , 2 lf , W 1 l'- K f , ll Wir' If ' ik I X iff 33