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

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Qt £)ne jfyouv tBjtanunafion. What worul pangs steal o’er my soul As I recall that bore at old. That dreadful curse of the Latin course, An hour examination — Oh ! All unaware we take our seats, Expect the reading to commence, When grimly smiles Professor Nash And makes the innocent emark, “ To day, young gentlemen, we will An hour examination have.” Like thunderbolt from cloudless sky. These simple words with terror fraught. Strike dumb the very bravest heart. An awful silence tills the room, Unbroken save by muffled groan ; Astounded my companions sit And realize there's no escape. With tread monotonous the Prof. Now comes and hands the papers out. With desperate clutch they re quickly grasped : We give one glance and sick at heart Uraw back. Scarceone familiar spot Admits a ray of hope. Alas — Translations called lor are torgot. Constructions asked been overlooked. The hour flies on : our brains seem dulled ; The empty sheet declines to fill. The clock strikes thrice and then again, Oh agony, the hour is gone! We scrawl our names and fold the sheets: We hand them in and wait our fate. O saddest days of grave suspense, Till back those papers come again. We see our marks and feel our doom : Conditions beam before our eyes ; We straggle to our inmost delis. And end the day in deepest gloom. Scarce in a month can we restore The peace ot mind we had before. Oh what more hard could human art Uevise to pain a student’s heart? But happy Senior that I am. I’ll have ho more an hour exam. 16

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J)t£for£t T92. ONCE more the year has rolled around, and for the last time the Historian takes up his pen to record for the ECHO the annals of ’92. So must it always be. The last syllable of time must be recorded and, in due time, all classes must pass from the activity ot life to the stillness of history. So also is it with ’92. The Silver and Brown have been intertwined with all the colors from the green to the wine and light blue. I need not recount here all the incidents of these swiftly passed four years, or tell what ’92 has done. Her history is the history of the college for four years. In all the records of our collegiate life will be found in- scribed in an honorable place the name of ’92. We can affirm, in no spirit of boasting, that it has been the constant aim of the men of '92 to perform with fidelity and earnestness all the duties incumbent upon them in all departments of the college activity. We have been loyal to our college and have given what we had of wisdom, strength and skill to increase her strength and honor her name. And now looking down the short vista of our remaining college life, in the pres- ence of the Past and the Future, we stand uncovered. To the Past with all it contains, to its hours of joy and sorrow, work and recreation, to its failures and its triumphs we say, 44 Farewell! ” To our Alma Mater, whose history and tra- dition is the glory ol her children, as we pass from beneath her shadow, carrying her memory and her influence in our hands we repeat 44 Farewell! ” The Future, with its uncertainty and chance, its possibilities and promises we meet with a glad and hearty 44 Hail! ” We stand on the threshold of the world. 4 Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years shall yield. 4 Eager hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father’s field. 4 And at night along the dusky highway nearer and nearer drawn 4 Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawn : And his spirit leaps within him to be gone before him then 4 Underneath the light he looks at. in among the throngs of men : 4 Men, our brothers, men the workers ever reaping something new 4 That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do. Historian.