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

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 h’cho of the Sf’ui'va, 7 EDITORIAL '77 E arc Seniors. How we came to be, we scarcely D' ;T know. None but a siuc'.ent can understand how T insensibly college life glides by, and even he but Oogxj) faintly perceives it. until it is rudely forced upon him as he is about to step off the College bema. We do not propose recording any incidents of class history in this editorial. Already have we done our duty in that respect. As a class our applauders have been many, our defamers few. A cheerful “Farewell then, is all that can justly be demanded of us. And yet that “ sound which makes us linger” evokes a vast train of thoughts to which we may not give expression. One thing, at least, is certain. We can not, if we would, destroy the “good work” which Old Hobart has “wrought in us.” To her and her able corps of instructors we proffer our hearty Godspeed. And often in after years we shall be transported “ on the wings of a wish” to the old halls whence we issued, men of Degrees. Seventy-Seven.

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 v7 o nf fltr SfiiCCft. it stood by and saw fair play, that we might not be taken in the rear by the hordes of Seventy-Seven, as were those other valiant ones at Thermopylae by the Persian host. Q grandis ct fntlcher- rima classis! Though as yet we have heard of no renowned man from among you. we know not what demagogue may arise to shake the air with blatant clamor, or philosopher to surpass the absurd- ities of Darwin. We can only wait, hoping. As we speak of our struggles with rebellious Freshmen, a mourn- ful feeling c:mes upon us, and we arc tempted to exclaim with Cicero, and would if it we e not so hackneyed. ikOton tom. Omores!” to cry out with Spartacus, “ Is the old Grecian spirit frozen in your veins? Too truly the modern Sophomore is degenerate, the pre- sent race not as the ancient, And thou, Delta Sigma, shall we omit mention of thee, foundling of our class? As yet weak, but soon • at each step thou shah feel thy advanced head knock out a star in heaven. May the chaste sentiment of thy motto be with us in the dead watches of the night, Secret and deadly as the Ivu Klux Klan art thou, though not like that body, composed of the outcasts and scum of society. We may not omit mention of the improvements now being made in the College buildings. Trinity Hall is being remodelled, gas and steam intrdouced, and evident pains taken to render it a comfortable home for students. Hobart begins this year with a Freshman class of goodly num- bers, and all things seem to promise prosperity in the future. Truly it is difficult to see how she can fail to succeed if she sustains her high reputation as an Institution of solid learning, not of superficial attainments. It is not the custom here “ to magnify a weak head for some Latin abilities, and so long as this is the spirit of her ed- ucation, so long will she continue. The class of Seventy-Eight tender her their best wishes.

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8 Erhti of thr S’’iir'r(f. EDITORIAL 78. here is no poetry, kind rentier, no romance, nothing but' dull prose in a class editorial ; anti, as we propose to tP. I f: make this a mere retrospection, it will perhaps interest none but ourselves. Hoping for the best, however, we proceed to fulfil our allotted duly. At this advanced stage of College life. '7S looks back with pleasure to the time when, as under classmen, we came together with cordial greetings, to establish the bonds of brotherly union, to the end that we might strengthen in each other every noble purpose, that we might be enabled to feel that we were not solitary laborers in the disunited fields of our duty, but co workers together in a common cause. From that seemingly distant nay to the present time we have stood together as a unit, bound by ties which have not been broken. We have remembered that the honor of each one of us was in some measure the honor of us all, and above all that it pertained to the fair tame of our s.lima Mater. In this spirit we have performed every duty assigued us, however disagreeable it might have been. We have zealously favored every movement for the advancement of the best interests of the College, ever ready for ail true reform. We have toiled through the weari- some march of Freshman and Sophomore years. We have been down to the battle. We have met the enemy again and again. The sweat ol the conflict 1ms often bedewed our brows. Yet throughout the toils and cares of the past we have been masters of every emergency. We have always confided in our own strength, and have gained a record for sound scholarship of which we well may be proud. As our Sophomore year drew to its close a most affecting event occurred. We refer to the obsequies of our old friend Calculus. The final ceremonies took place at midnight on the last day of the term. Then, for the first time, we began to realize that we should