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

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11 was jusi another year. . .The fiat house looks swell guys. Really. . .You got a a ear. huh. . .I’m after a low pass, that's all. . . Some shuffleboard at Venturis. . .What scrotmgy looking new crop of Willie Smith- ers... there was one though. . .There’s a good strip show in Roch this weekend. . . Gotta get a major, huh?. . . My advisor said lake a gut course. Honest!. . . Drunken frosh are spilling the beer all over. . .why I remember...I think I’ll play Lacrosse this spring. . .This girl told me. . .Yeh, it teas Freud, not Darwin. . . Look at those crazy-mixed up kids in that inane brawl . . .Two more terms of gym credit?. . .1 do need a car. . .Make it all up this Christmas . . .have you seen these seersuckers?. . . The yacht club huh...Value judgment... hypothesis... facts... N o, it’s not really plagarism. . .Dear Dad—Harry needed the money to go to his Granina's wake. So. . . I could quit and get married. . .All those are sub-lreshmen?. . . Have to take a physical in Syracuse tomorrow. . .6:30. . .Ow, that moose juice leaves a kick. . .The guy in the Herald said that. . .let's write a letter. . . a, finals never bothered me. . .Gee, I’ll be a senior. . . Next year, well. . .so time went, and we went along with it. . . Ol'UCI.HS Sfrilzcr, Xorlz, Dexhcimer, Tnlmic jjuniosti.

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OFFICERS—Wolfe, Lassiter, Hyatt, K imber Sofdtxymc And those that passed went on. . .Hi guys. No, old man would! let me buy a car. . . Yeh, I got my marks. Whatta you care?. . . Freshman dolls are cool, huh. . .doesn’t matter. Met a biddy this summer. . .Six eight o’clocks. . . It’s AFROTC, uniforms and everything. . . I'm gonna rack this year ...I’ll split my major. . .The Seneca... the eighty-six... I got a library date... Who goes to Lectures?.. . When 1 was a freshman we wore those things. . . Can you split your major?... Hunk’s cafe is pretty good now—let’s eat!. . .Drill! In this flood? ...How many pocket-pledges ya got... What has dialectics to do with Aquinas?. . . Oh, for a car... Hide the bottle. Dean Dunn’s coming across the field... I just walked her as far as Smith Hall. . .Who cares what the Tchambuli females do. . . oh, A-Z. . .Slept through. Poker game till five A.M.. . .She played me that! On W.E. O.S... .Spring Weekend—frat needs .$80. No, I donno for what. . .No, haven’t any cigs. . .What did this Dante know about it? . . .This is the good night at the 5-20. . . Where’s the chapel?... Boy’d, I give her a hard time. . . But your not usin the car anyway. . .Need a G in HLC to swing. . .1 came here to study, but you gotta tlo other things too. . .I’ll start next year. . . 2f

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In September of 1950, one-hundred and fifty high school graduates, assorted in size and demeanor, gathered under the auspices of Hobart College to “further their education.” All, in a particular fashion, have become educated. Some left to serve their country in the Korean crisis, some left of their own volition- submission, and others simple “left”. By our Senior year, the original group had dwindled to less than a hundred. The object of this group had undergone a change. Now, the urge to graduate had transcended the earlier, foolish urge to be educated. 28