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

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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.

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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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10 ECHO Of THU SRN'ECA. T editorial for the Echo! ’ and the Junior class assemble “ ( Iemu conclave to appoint some one to -write it. A nomination is made and seconded. In vain the Presi- dent waits for the name of another aspirant to the high honor. , The vote is east, the tellers make their report, and, lo! a miracle! j; The class is unanimous, with one exception, the nominee himself 1 j i We would, not for a single moment be understood as implying that | •’ the class is not always unanimous; the wonder is that the unity of jthought, purpose and. action is not manifested by each man’s voting j.’ for himself! Surely the editor e.lcot must be a man of immense intellect and |influence! If we may believe what he says a« ho rises to his feet, j t he is incapable of framing a single line. He is very greatly grieved 1 that he .must decline, so high an honor, but his loyalty toward his class imperatively demands that he resign, in favor of Mr.---------. Brave, modest, magnanimous youth! nominations are now made with rapidity and are with charming modesty as ra.pidly declined. Matters arc growing desperate; all the nantes lathe class have been proposed and withdrawn excepting one, when some individual who is destined to become a brilliant success as a crafty, treacherous, pettifogging member of the Bar, proposes that the class shall accept no more resignations; the motion is eagerly seconded, en- thusiastically carried; for the only negative vote comes in a sten- torian tone from the member whose name has not yet been proposed. Alas, his doom, is sealed! like tiger crouching for his prey, the “artful dodger ” makes a nomination; but who could suspect from the courteous tones of the nominating voice that the owner is gratifying a personal antipathy? Alas for the duplicity of class elections!