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

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EDITORIAL ElOBTT-OHE. -€DIT0RmLi'81. ONCE moic, at tl«c tap of the prompter’s bell, Eighty-One stops upon the stage of The Echo. Our first appearance, three years ago, was with timorous uncertainty; our words wore grandiloquent enough, but they ill concealed the fluttering of heart caused by novelty, surprise and exceeding solemnity of the dread occasion; A year later, and our ad- dress was couched in all the pompous pedantry of Sophomoric wisdom. Simple prose was too lowly a vehicle for such exalted thoughts ns ours, and as a consequence, witness the completo ascendancy of matter over mind! In our Junior year wc appeared as directore of The Echo ; went through the usual round of labor and worry, of solicitation and entreaty, and finally brought it from the press with a long sigh of relief. Throughout those years the current of our college days flowed smoothly enough, and we continually pressed forward in thought and deed toward the shining goal of Senior dignity and Graduation. But now, already in possession of the one, and in close proximity to the other, the chief habit of our thought is becoming retrospection. Clinging tenaciously to the few months left, we begin to realize, as we never did before, the pleasure and profit of the years gone by. Friendships have a strange way of knitting themselves still more firmly as the hour of separation draws near. Associa- tions brightened—nay, even hallowed—by many kindly, clinging memories, cluster around as if to forbid the severing of so many ties. So to one aiid • all, beside the satisfaction found in completed work, in pleasant memories of the past, in well-laid plans and bright anticipations of the future, Senior year brings not a little sorrow and regret. Genuine sorrow for the lost op- portunities which everyone must sooner or later recognize (for it takes no very deep experience to teach what are the saddest words of tongue or pen); real regret for the quiet, steady labor, the freedom from care, the out- spoken, whole-souled friendships of “the days that are no more.” But we thankfully cherish those memories, even, though tinged with

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PUT BETA KAPPA. HPHI BElMflPPa - »4ZCT5iOF!NEW?YORK.« Hon. Charles J. Folgkr, M, a., LL. X ., Prof. E. H. Smith, M. A., LL. B., Kev. H. W. Nelson, M. A., Prof. 0. D. Tail, M. A., RESIDENT MEMBERS. Rev. W. Aybahlt, D. D., Prof. E. H. Smith, M. A., Rev. James Rankine, D. D., N. P. Ricilyrdson, M. A., Prof. John Towlkr, M. A., M. D., Hon. H. Hammond, M.A., Prof. H. L. Smith, M. A., LL. D., Arthur P. Rose, M. A., Prof. J, H. McDaniels, M. A., Andrew Meriusll, M. A., M. D., Prof. Charles D, Vael, M. A., C. N. Hemioe, B. A., Hon. c. J. Polgbk, M.A., LL. D., W. Wilson, B. A., Hon. George B. Dosinbebbb, Rev. R. (5. Hinsdale, S. T. D. HONORARY MEMBERS. The Rev. Morgan Dix, D. D., The Rev. John C, Smith, D. D. President. - Vice-President. Rec. Secretary. - Cor. Secretary. E. W. Dascomb, CLASS OF ’80. A. D. Chew,

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EDITORIAL EIGIITY-OXE. regret. In years to come they will be to ns a dream-like picture of earlier days, a picture from which all darker shadows and all blemishes are obliter- ated by the kindly agency of intervening space. As to the more important items of contemporary college history. Since the entrance of Eighty-One into Hobart the laboratory has been built and fitted up; the Navy has been organized and partially equipped; The Hobart Heram has been called into existence and strongly established; the Gleo ' 01ub hns been organized and done efficient work; the rising enthusiasm for utblotics has culminated in the establishment of semi-annual Field Days, creditably sustained; the complete survey of Seneca Lake has been planned and partly executed by the College; the number of students lias been in- creased two hundred and fifty percent. We make no claim to all the credit of all this list; many hands and hearts beside our own have been interested in tile fulfillment of its various enterprises; of course with some of the items wo have hud nothing whatever to do; but in any and all points of un- dergraduate enterprise and endeavor we have borne our full share. The way has not always been smooth and pleasant. Probably no class that over entered Hobart had more to contend with in the way of dissension and party strife than we in the earlier years of our course. It seemed some- times as if all circumstances combined against us to prevent quiet and har- BM ny. Entering college with five men, graduating with thirteen, V esprit du corps has strengthened with our number, so that no class ever gave bet- ter promise of future unanimity and concord than does Eighty-One. As one stands at the door of Old Hobart on a clear, quiet evening, he may see the golden moon rise liigher and higher before him, casting a long, shining path of light across the rippling waters of the lako. The path touches the shore just below his feet; it stretches directly away, like crink- iing gold, to the gleaming goal beyond. And in every other direction- the darkness and stillness of the surface is broken only by faint gleams of light reflected from some brighter star. As we stand at the college door and Jjaze out across the dark and unknown surface of our life that is yet to be, We too sec, rising higher and liigher in the East, the shining goal of Fancy, Imagination, Ambition, Love. And, from the feet of each one of us, thither leads a smooth, straight, brilliant path. No oue of ua would ex- change his path for another’s, for is not his own the only bright ooel Thank Qod that it is sol Many a man would sink down with despair were it not. 10