Girard College - Corinthian Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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January, 1930 13 The Passing Years With apologies to Gray, Holmes, Longfellow , Bailey, and Shakespeare whose writings are a living inspiration. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight. The gradual dusky veil draws softly o’er us; The lengthening shadows wait the first pale stars of twilight. Now disappears the orbid continent, The living fire that severs night from day; Blossom the lovely stars, the scriptures of the angels’ firmament. Thus passes youth at Father Time’s haloo; Passes astride the mighty blasts of mortal storms Into dawn, into an existence that is new. —Edwin L. Sherwood, S-2-2.

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12 Commencement Record Trips No one will ever know how we have enjoyed the trips on which the College has sent us in recent years. First we saw Valley Forge where General Washington and his men spent the terrible winter of 1777-1778 suffering intensely from cold and hunger. This trip gave us a vivid idea of the suffering which many of our forefathers had to endure in order to lay those foundations of government and independence which have afforded us life, liberty, and happiness. The second trip led us to that part of the Girard Estate located in the Shenan¬ doah Valley. On the evening of our arrival at the little mining town of Shenan¬ doah, we attended a motion picture theatre and then retired to the local hotel for the night. Early next morning we enjoyed an interesting walk about the town, had breakfast, and then explored our coal mines. The study of books alone could not give us the conception of the coal industry, its atmosphere, its value to the nation, and its vastness as we saw it there. No American industry can be more interesting. Our last trip took us to the national capital. Space is too brief here to enumerate the details of this valuable experience. In short, we saw the machinery of our government, observed the ruling bodies of the land in action, and visited several outlying, sacred spots as hallowed as the National Cemetery at Arlington. In addition to these pilgrimages, the commissioned officers of the Band and Battalion visited the United States Military Academy at West Point. All reported a pleasant and valuable experience. These trips have afforded an education in itself, a pleasure long to be remem¬ bered, and another occasion for expressing special gratitude to Girard College. Appreciation The Class of January, 1930 wishes to extend its sincere and earnest thanks to the Misses Sigmund, Gleason, and North, and the Messrs. Nettleton, Carey, and Stratton, our hostesses and hosts respectively on many occasions, for the keen interest they have taken in our affairs and the fine work they have done in our behalf. We sincerely hope that this parting is not’ a permanent one. It is our earnest desire to continue these pleasant relationships with them during many future years. “Someday, somewhere, we’ll meet again, Then the whole world will echo and sigh. Mountains, rivers, divide us, but then Someday, we’ll meet again.”

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14 Commencement Record Farewell Song Sixteen hundred looking on, we are in the van; We have run our marathon from child to growing man. Out beyond the open gate lights of promise glow, You, who cheered us when we came, bless us ere we go. We shall miss the daily round, victory at ball; Miss the gay parade, and miss classmates most of all. Only love illumes the years, brothers, pass it on, Light the torch and spread the flame ’till the years be gone. Sixteen hundred looking on, follow, follow hard, Fight the game, increase her fame, good-bye to old Girard. There’s a world of worth beyond, soldiers must not lag, Where good fortune waits for us, ’neath the starry flag. Farewell! Farewell! Dear temple on the hill; We’ll not forget you ’till our hearts be still. —Henry Hanby Hay.