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

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History of 1900 THE diligent historians have duly chronicled every year the events in •which the class of nineteen hundred admirably and honorably engaged. The historian of the Senior class, therefore, need not repeat minute details of class events of the past four years. There is, however, an inexpressible charm in recalling those few fond memories which hover in the mind of every member of the class. As soon as our class was formed we willingly accepted the challenge of the class of ninety-nine to try our fate in the customary class contests. The fight raged furiously. In it we fought valiantly, but the day was lost. Thus we were defeated, but this disgrace of the temporary loss was soon regained by our successful class banquet. It was a brilliant one indeed and we drank peace- fully to the joy and happiness of the future. The Freshman year passed off quite creditabty and we became Sophomores. Though we suffered a considerable loss in numbers we were renewed in spirit and determination to assume the many responsibilities of the Sophomore year. Among others, the cremation of Anna Lytica was solemnly and fantastically performed at the end of this year. The Junior year came soon to us and we held our position with dignity, fulfilling every duty falling upon our shoulders within and beyond the class room. Through failure and success, tribulation and prosperity, we -were gradually ushered into the Senior class, and now we are about to finish our course and are approaching a gate through which we shall enter the wider world. When on looking back we review' a few' things w’hich our class has done during the past four years, our career, on the whole, has been a satisfactory and successful record for high scholarship of our class, and our worthy repre- sentation in the athletic field, is by no means surpassed by others. This is not, of course, a place to relate our inividual achievements ; but suffice it to say that each member of the class of nineteen hundred has shown himself, within his reach, to be worthy of our Alma Mater. Before I dry my pen, which has recorded the honor and pride of our class for the last time, let me, in behalf of my classmates, bid a sincere farewell to our Alma Mater, and make a pledge to remain always her devoted and affectionate sons. 24 Historian.

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To igoo. Old classmates, soon the time must come When we, comrades so long, must part; But ere the hour of parting comes, But ere we face the world apart, A health to those who go. A health to those wlio’ve gone before, Who’ve dropped out ere the race was run Held by the spell of wayside flowers, Summoned away by duty’s call, They remember us still we know. A health to those who come behind, And then farewell, old comrades dear; Long may our class remembered be By good works, truth, and charity; God grant it may be so. S. ’oo. 23

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