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

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stnioKS» Office FIRST TERM E. Wilson. R. St. John, L. Visscher, M. Johnson, P. Bartley, SECOND TERM B. Foote, II. F. Binns, H. McCray, - A. Bishara, M. Hogarth, Y. Hoffman, N. P. Bartley. President - Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Historian President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Paddle Orator Poet Historian Col ors—Yale Blue and White CLASS YELL Seven, Seven, Come Eleven Hobart, Hobart. Naughty-Seven. 28

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U i Class Day Exercises JUNE 19, 1906 1. Song, - 2. Address, ----- 3. Roll Call, - 4. Class Prophecy, - . Poem, ----- 6. Paddle Oration, - 7. Response, - 8. Alma Mater, Class Pres. J. L. Sporer D. L. Williams D. H. Weeks - G. E. Shipler W. S. Stevens, '06 - B. L. Visscher. ’07 Class POST-GRADUATE William Sutherland Stevens, A. B. ’06 - 36 Madison St. Geneva. N. Y. Son of Job S. Stevens, M.D., Ilobart 1840, was born at Sutherland Farms, Penn Van, X Y., Sept. 14th. 1871 ; was prepared for college at Penn Van Academy, and in 1888 was instructor in Advanced Mathematics and assistant in Physics and Chemistry in that school. From 1889 to 1898 was engaged in build- ing pipe organs ; entered Hobart in 1898 ; was in business in Kansas in 1903-4 , attended Kansas City Medical College in 1904 ; re-entered Ilobart in 1905 ; was vice-president Senior Class first term 1905-6 ; Paddle Orator Senior Class 1906. In charge at St. Andrew's Chapel 1900-1903, and again assumed charge of same church in September, 1905. 27

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Senior History Who can adequately write the history of the class of 1Q07, or of any class? One might catalogue the trivial events which loomed so large in our life here. One might minutely describe our scraps and scrapes, our banquets and dances, but except to our own members, they are petty happenings which have no meaning. And to our own men, what need is there? Who will forget those first days of antici- pation and dread of hazings and scrapping, when we hurried the Sophomores off the campus? Who will forget our banner scrap and Freshman banquet? The suppressed excitement, the feverish pleas- ure? It is an okl and trite story now, that of scraps and banquets, but then it was so new, so interesting, so important. And as the months went by, and we were Sophs made to lie low as had the Sophs of the year before. And then the calmer life of the Junior year, and so on until the present. Full, all of it, full of memories which will never die. When in the years to come, we straggle back by twos and threes to see the old place again,we will live over those days of fun and Work. And there will be no carping critics about to hinder the growth of our facts into fancies. So, you see. it can’t be written, this history. It must live like a dream that is past, like Lhefaceof a dead friend in memory. 29 Historian'.