Hobart College - Echo of the Seneca Yearbook (Geneva, NY)

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i'.cho of the Semoti. EDITORIAL ’76 X insatiato cry for ••copy compels ’76 10 resume the editorial chair once more. It is only to bid the readers of •the Echo a kind Good live ! How the very mention of OC ' L that common-place comes laden with the scenes of these time-worn halls ! The happy memories of the past and the augu- melancholy, and imbibe the spirit of palmy Freshman days, or ex- uberant Sophomore life. Even the “gay and happy period ot Junior exploits tails to provoke more than a passing throb. “ We are growing old !” We pass from the arena of College life, each bearing his trophies. We take up the gauntlet only to cast it down at the feet of stern reality.” Ambition is sated, and our records are sealed. The pathway of life will echo to our tread, and. perchance, we may greet each other on the way. That spirit of good-fellowship, which as a class we have maintained, can only serve to invigorate us at the recognition. The mills of the gods have ground fine. Our disappointments and trials, our hopes and fears, are the merest chaff. Our many absent comrades have the sweet consolation of our earnest well-wishes and lasting remembrance. Our Alma Mater parts with 11s to know us no more save as her luture champions. We gather around her sacred shrine, and with reverent attitude catch her last tender words—Pax Vobiscum ! ries of the future crowd upon us. Fain would we escape the soft

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Echo of t ic Seneca. ■6 ■old “ lores ” whose wisdom grows richer with the accumulating centuries. She has not yet discarded the study of those writers whose philosophies have furnished the light of ages, and their lan- guage, grandeur to every tongue. For this, all thanks ! Among the graduates of an institution whose age embraces fifty years, are many starred names. Men who once sat upon those battered benches have become jurists, eminent in their state and country. Men who once trod those halls of learning have won prominence at the bar. distinction as legislators, obtained recog- nition on the floor of the nation's senate, and inspired wisdom in her councils. Hobart's past is at least secure ; let the Church as- sure her future triumph—the triumph of an institution that has given culture to her priesthood, learning to her conclaves, eloquence to her pulpit! If endowments are needed, let them he forthcoming from thi t Church whose reputation is for boundless wealth, whose boast is a most highly educated and disciplined clergy, and whose perpetuity is dependent upon the early inculcation of doctrine by the professor and the priest! The fact stands undisputed and in- disputable. that while Unita nanism is nurtured by Harvard, Con- gregationalism strengthened by Yale: while the Presbyterians lav- ish gifts on Amherst and Hamilton, and the Baptists on Brown and Rochester—the Protestant Episcopal Church persistently withholds support from her colleges, hoards her wealth, and sends her sons to seats of instruction whose principles are those of neutrality to God. We do not believe fixed law s will be abrogated for the benefit of any ysstem of ecclesiasticism. and it needs no prophet to foretell the future of that Church, which, in a land where education is universal and free as air, neglects the sources of her refinement, her enlighten- ment and her popular power. We do not put this forth as a “ hark from the tombs a doleful sound.” Far from it. The institution prospers, the mills still grind, and though cars may come and years may go. Old Hobakt lives forever.”

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S' Echo of he Seneca. EDITORIAL '77, HE collegiate rubicon has been crossed—the role o! r upper-classmen assumed, and clothed with the dignits incident to the title, we proceed by appointment to sling the editorial ink of Sevrntv-skvkn. It is our intention to give this article a somewhat historical character, and in doing this we shall expect the usual immunities consequent upon so great responsibility. It has often been remarked as a strange co-incidence, that the best men in Hobart should have all entered in the same class, hut as the members of '77 did not enter in this year, the fact is perhaps one of little moment to our readers. As Juniors we can point with pride Lo a past replete with noble deeds, many of which modesty will forbid us to record, while lack of space will prevent the great bulk from being properly set forth. This reminds us of a little story—but we will proceed as before, with- out saying anything. Our debut was rendered brilliant by one of our number, who for a Freshman, executed a manoeuvre which would have done credit to a Marshal of France. Meeting some Sophs, out late one night, he allured them to the docking, enticed them into a boat, and rowing them across the lake, left them there singing We wont go home, etc. This act secured for our class many well-deserved compli- ments. The surveying expedition, in our Sophomore year, was a memora- ble occasion. One gentleman promised to write a “ full ” account of the affair, but his feelings overcame him early in the evening, and his notes, somewhat imperfect, were found to conclude as fol- lows : “ Happy th’ght, g’t bed in m’ boots.” The “ Soph. Ex.” of ’77 was notable for the pointed burlesque of the Freshmen, the large sprinkling of the “ Fail-.” and some very good speaking. The programmes were gilt-edged.