Haverford College - Record Yearbook (Haverford, PA)

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ditopial p pcfaec I • ' is witl Ur rT ixed feelir g5 of pleasure tf at we publish th is book ar d offer it to our friends. We are glad to } ave a record for ourselves of tl e days at Haverford, arid we are glad to share witl; oUr frier ds th e rrvar y rr erT orie5 wl ich cluster roUr d tJ erT . To our Class Day r especial we look back, ar d wor der as we see l ow rr Ucl of our college course was lived over agair irv tl at or e ever r g. Our triUrT pJ s ar d defeats or tl e ball- field ar d iry th e class-foorr , oUr every-day experiences ar d our favorite pastirryes, our stror g class spirit, ar d our affec- tion for old Haverford, wl at we foUr d to laUgh at, ar d wl at we loved to work for — all were reflected th ere. Ar d so iri thiis book, we present for tfie rrvost part whiat was h . said. Aar y of thie allusions ar d rqany ever of thie jokes, it is to be feared, rryay prove l ard to Understand; but we crave tl e indulgence of our friends, an r ' ely Upon h® kindness tl ey l ave so often extended to us. We take great pleasure in adding tl e Baccalaureate Address of Professor Gurnrnere— thie parting words of tl e college to us. Tl e illustrations are due to tl e liberality of several rnernbers of tl e class. But after all, we rnust be judged, not by wl at we state in tt ese prefatory words, but by wi at we rnake known of ourselves in tl e book itself. Tl erefore it only ren ains for us to say tl at oUr strongest wishv, and dearest l ope for tl e volurne is, tl at it rnay forrn anotl er link wl ict sl ail bind us rnore closely to our AlrT a TAater. THE CLASS OF EIGHTY-HIHE.

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(tune, a GERMAN AIr) Author, S. P. RAVENEL, Jr. ROM H.iverford dear, And all things here. Soon we will parted be. From these days of youth, These days of truth, We have loved to spend with thee. Farewell ! farewell ! Our lusty yell Thy halls will ne ' er repeat. We ' ll plunge into life. Into toil, into strife. And never as classmates we ' ll meet. Merry class, merry class, Must thy memory pass, And severed be friendship ' s chain ? Oh, never, oh, never Thy bonds will we sever. Long as two comrades remain ! Eighty-nine, eighty-nine. We ' ll ever be thine, Rejoicing thy praises to sing. Forever, forever. Forgetting thee never, Whate ' er the future may bring. Ever bright, ever bright, Thou ' lt be our delight When the pleasures of life grow less ; Ever bright, ever bright, Thou ' lt be our delight When the sorrows of life oppress.