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

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'ICCHO OY TIT 15 SETS EC A. 18 prTH considerable hesitancy do we, the «lass of ’81, accept 'J the invitation of pur older brethren to introduce oursolve to ’A’. ‘A‘ tllfi world at large. Few in numbers are we. but yet arrived ■$, at years of discretion; nor do we merit (in our .own opinion) the entirely gratuitous assertion of ye 8oph that: ‘'The preasent Freshinan class is the greenest that ever entered Hobart.” With reference to our mental acumen it will not, perhaps, be nec- essary for us to speak, as, probably, it m evident to all that we lack neither phosphorus nor’ lime in. the, prop or places and proportions. And here we would return our-thanks to the Seniors and Juniors for the heartiness with which they received its. Our thanks are also duo to the Sophomores for their kind interest in “the Freshmen,” and- their evident determination to see us through all right. Their zv l in gelling us fairly started through the bogs and brambles of college life, and the thoughtfulness with which they have furnished us the comfort of their presence when we wore entering upon a “sea of perils ” are truly laudable. But we would venture in our ignorance to suggest, that the most approved time for the practice of pedestmni$ro j not the 4‘ noon of night.” Although we own not boast of wonders accomplished, yet our class has had its martyrs— • u Great in tlick triumphs, in leUvement jtfcat,” who, by their untimely fate, have borne witness that it costs all ain'x worth to participate in boyish frolics in the “wee sma1 hours;0 and although a “cutting'' was at hand to lighten the fore© of the blow, there was no perceptible difference in the results. 'However, it must, not be imagined that, even leaving out of account the results of the late reMSon, a student’s life is one of unalloyed pleasure. 'Latin, Greek and Mathematics are not all play, and it must- be confessed that we look forward to approaching examinations, much as we imagino a m

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12 ECHO OF THU SEN ICC A. Wo wore pieced to welcome to our da»» this year two new morn, bars, who we think appreciate the high standard of Hobart, and the thorough instruction which they arc enabled to receive here, At the sainc time we are sorry to lose one of our old member», who is pursiu ing his studies ckowhere. . As a class we are bound together by ties of love and fellowship, which time itself can never destroy We have probably made sopie mistakes and committed some errors, but they have been the result of carelessness rather than of folly. Another ftoason of privileges and opportunities lies before us, dur- ing which w« may in some measure redeem the errors of the paftt by extraordinary effort in the future. Then let u» Btrive to improve this? precious time to the utmost, remembering that we must soon hid fare- well to these quiet retreats of study, and wo roust then be ready to fight our own battles, and to meet, and measure ourselves with, the respon- sibilities and realities of life. Eighty.

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n KCHf) OF Till? S1SECA- victim of the Inquisition must have looked forward to his torturo. Still, what though wo weary ourselves in digging out Greek roots? What though we arc sometimes lost in attempting to traverse the laby- rinth of argument? from the pen of the greatest of Homan orators or rack our brains to distraction while trying to unravel some intricate problem or endeavor in vain to comprehend the scope- of our native tongue? All thmo are but necessary to the full development of the mind, which, like Mahomet’s coffin, resting in. glory between earth and Heaven, moet nearly approaches things celestial. We close ou.r maiden attempt at wielding the editorial pen, full of confidence for the future ; hoping that the course which we have'begun may be faithfully and happily completed; that the friendships and associations already formed may daily grow nearer- and dearer; that in after life, among our best and happiest recollections may be those of our Alma Mater; and that £i l oug a» our life shall last, Thoughts of that buried past lky nearer grow. For pilgrims though iro be, Our hearts may ding to Mine, Our livefi look hack to sc i That Ion ? ago.” Ei iiiTy-ONK.