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

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r i general way; bat if wc arc to mention any one person whose heart, and brain have been specially active in the work, whom should we name rather than, our loved and honored President, Or. Kobket Graham Hiksdat.k, of whom since he is not present among as we feel at liberty to speak the more freely. His safe return, in restored health and. strength, to that post of duty for which ho is so emi- nently fitted, is the earnest prayer of every fr.i.eud of Hobart. With these prefatory remarks we introduce our Bono to her read- ers, asking them, in the language of »former editor, to expect nothing- and then they can not be disappointed.

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 Ii justice to state that our progress in these matters has been largely due to the energy and experience of the men who entered the dif- ferent classes in Hobart toward the close of last year Our Alma Mater has indeed great reason to congratulate herself upon the acquisition she lias made by receiving into her ranks those men. The chemical labratory alluded to last year as a thing of the .future now completed, and the long-wlshcd-for chemistry lectures will be held once- more. The.Latin Triennial Catalogue is also in circulation. Another project still, which has been carried out by the Faculty and Trustees within the last year, is the institution of honorary examinations, which are held biennially, at the dose of the Sophomore and Senior years. This fact renders it more plain than ever, that although Ilobart may be inferior to some other col- leges in the mere number of her students, yet her standard, of scholarship is such that in the- intellectual attainments of her alumni she will be surpassed by none. Among the literary achievements of her students since the last issue of the Kcho Is the starting of the Hobart Herald, a monthly sheet which compares very favorably with other college periodi- cals, if we may judge from the commendatory criticisms which it has almost universally received from the latter. One brief glance at the retrospect and then we close. On our entrance into college as a class we numbered, live. The entire number of all. the students at that time was twenty-one. Trinity Hall had just been, repaired. Geneva Hall was not lit for the abode of civilized man. Within two years JtfgMy-one’s orig- inal five has increased to thirteen. The twenty-one of the college has grown i:o sixty-five. The present freshman class, number- ing twenty-seven, is the largest class that has entered Hobart for fifteen years. Hotter dormitories than ours cannot be found in any other college in the land. The finances of the college are estab- lished upon a firm basis, and her patronage is daily increasing with her mci'easing reputation for high, scholarship and sound religious influence In view, then, of what has been effected within so short a space of time, the question naturally arises: To whom are these happy changes due? Most assuredly to the Faculty and Trustees, in a Vi UtMSlib ‘.Cert’: rtf f Cv. «nrtXVixiV wi iSEih'

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ECHO OF THE SIWTKCA, 9 «COLLEGE life is a drama in four acts. The “Echo” is a theater upon whose stage wo play once a year. The cur tain rises this time, for the fourth and last act, and when it falls, ?80 will have hid its last farewell. As wo gaze back through the vista of onr college days, feelings alike of joy. anrl sadness steal o’er us. AVc remember distinctly the drudgery of our Freshman and Sophomore years, and the i i otium cum- diy ” of our first entrance into upper-class life. W c had our cane- rushes, wore our heavers, buried our Calculos, published our “Echo;” and now we look around us and see how others are taking part; in the same- duties we once performed. The four successive years of a college course may fitly be com- pared to the four seasons of nature’s year. Spring brings with it t-hc newness and verdure so applicable to a Freshman. Bummer, with Us bright days and busy industry, may be likened to the jolly and hustling life of a Sophomore. Autumn, with its congenial atmosphere and plentiful harvest, to the dignity and refinement of a cultured Junior. And Winter, the hard work of the season finished, the barns filled with plenty, and a mantle of purity thrown over all, to the Senior year, with the drudgery done, the mind stored with useful learning and follies thrown aside, peace upon, its brow. We have sown our Freshman oats, cultivated our Sophomore tares, gathered our Jun- ior harvest, and are now enjoying the Senior fruits of our college labors. Fain would we linger before the scenes longer, yet time waits for no man but remorselessly urges us on to make our parting bow. The curtain is falling, the lights are burning low, and '80 bids her professional adieux to college life.