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

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ECHO OF THE SENECA. Sente? Miten L jf(H?OUR joyful and fleeting- years, years filled with pleasures, sorrows and regrets, are rapidly fading away into the treasured past where the happy nieinories of others ever bright and fair lie buried, while they perhaps forever to be separated from each other are plunging amongst the vicissitudes of life. Into this awful abyss of cares and anxieties we too soon must go, freighted with so much hope and responsibility, to seek our “fortunes and “misfortunes;” leav- ing behind us the venerable walls of “Old Hobart” under whose massive structures from many a “tierce and whistling tempest we have been sheltered; leaving behind ns the pleasant and profitable association of our much honored Professors under whose kind protec- tion and guidance it has been our fortunate lot to have been placed; leaving behind us the fronds and patrous of the students with whom wo have many happy memories to cherish; and lastly, but still more unpleasant, separating ourselves from each other, bidding a last farewell to our companions who in moments of joy or hours of mel- ancholy have ever l cen reudy to rejoice with us or to show their sympathies in our afflictions. Such sad thoughts as these cannot help but crowd themselves in upon us while called upon to recount the last events of our college career; aud while meditating on the past record of our class we seem to hear the , 1 Echoes of old Seneca ” floating upon the still air recalling to our faint memories each thrilling adventuro, each hard fought battle and glorious victory, giving a uew and brighter lustre to the crown of laurels decking the illumined page of her history. With us as with others misfortunes have come, but still we have borne them, bravely, manfully and courageously, never forgetting or losing Bight of our standard and its motto “ Omnes occingunt operi.” On thefifeld is

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ECHO OK THE SENECA. of battle and before our very eyes ve have seen men, one by one, fall from our milks pierced by the unerring glance and searching shots hurled from the innermost recesses of some “massive intellect. while ever and anon fresh troops From oilier ranks march forward filling up the broken lines and shoulder to shoulder proceeding on to glorious victory. Though few we have been strong. In college customs, in “athletics , in “base ball and “field-day sports' '85 has always been found at the front, making records of which she may ever be proud. While hurriedly glancing over the annals of our Junior year and finding here and there many things placed to our credit as a class, we, however, deeply regret that while amongst so many bright achieve- ments we should be compelled to say that 85 failed to produce the “annual publication of the .Junior class. Sjxice will not permit us to enumerate the particular reasons leading to such a failure. We ourselves, however, were not alone to blame. It was found extremely difficult to shoulder the work aud responsibilities of three other classes, to whom we looked for a share of literary supjwrt which we failed to receive, in absence of which the publication of the “Echo beenmean utter impossibility, while still more the interest necessarily taken by '85 in the base bull field, doubly increased her duties and work: for it was to 85 that “Hobart looked for her success in the base ball arena, the majority of the nine being made up from her numbers. With this responsible duty resting upon us, and with many others coining at the very time when literary work und attention should have been, placed upon our “annual, we were forced to resign the most impor- tant duty of our class, the “publication of the Echo. And let us, while.profiting from ourown past negligence and exj erieiiee, earnestly entreat the other classes in their turn not to fail in producing that piece of literary work, always filled with many pleasant scenes and reminiscences ever to be cherished. And now as the wheel of time rolls on and every revolution brings us nearer the “finale’ of our college career, let us pause fora moment before the curtain which soon in its descent must forever lu