Lebanon Valley College - Quittapahilla Yearbook (Annville, PA)

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strewn with L,ife ' s pleasures new, Some seek for power and some for fame, We leave the old to you. Perchance, amidst your work of books. You shall not think of those. Who made the path o ' er which you trod, And shared like joys and woes ! If such should be, we can ' t condemn- But we remember thee, Thoug-h scattered far in every la.nd Apart, for aye, we be ! Say, do you think one can forg-et. And start life all anew, And will time screen in silent years The friends we loved most true ? Can we forg-et old coUeg e song-s, Or Banjo Serenade, — Can all the rush of business drown The prayers the Dr. prayed ? Ah, when we think of this, we say. That we are loathe to leave, And parting brings back olden times, For which our spirits grieve, But when we think of what Life holds For us, if we are true. Of honor and of richest good Of noble work to do, — We long to go; we long to drink, From out Life ' s copious streams The wealth of years; we leave to you The past and all its dreams. Your lot be in business worlds. Or in home ' s purer shrine We beg you cherish in j ' our hearts, Cooil will for ' 99. — H. TTiE Spangi ek Shei.i.ev.

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Old Ninct ;-Nine. ' Tis not of some ancient classic That I would write to-day, ' Tis not of the lords and nobles, That long ' have passed away, But I would send this message To you in simple rhyme, From those, whose names are yet unknown To the mystic years of Time. It was somewhere along ' in the nineties That we first began to be, That we first hailed the light of morning Through the windows of L. V. C. We have swept through Prep. and Freshman, We ' ve experienced Sophomore, And have, with pride, been Juniors, But can be such ?io more. Ah, no ! we are more ancient. We ' re Seniors classified. We have been taug-ht to wear a smile. And caps and g ' owns beside. We stand to-day, with courage. On the threshold of Life ' s door. We shall not pass this way again. Or g ' reet you as before. Our coUeg ' e days are dear to us. We have g ' leaned many a friend. Sometimes weyi?«; the future, now That all these scenes must end ; ' Tis hard to part, to say adieu, Perchance, no more to meet. Oh friends, to every one of us, Old college days are sweet. No more we ' ll stroll the campus o ' er, Or watch the baseball game. Or steal away to Steinmetz woods. For violets, wild and tame. No, we must pass adown the path.

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Mfetor of Senior 01 55. m HE task alloted to the Historian of the Senior class is difficult. About to leave the portals of his college home he sees that the great world has dawned upon him. Go out and meet the world he must. Why shou.ld he be compelled to glance backward ? To leave the scenes of a calm and placid existence, whatever joys the future may have in store, is but sorrow. The class of Ninety-Nine has always looked forward to the time that should herald its departure from the college halls. The Senior year seemed so distant at first and yet how short the time, how quickly at least has a semblance of order been secured out of the chaotic, material of the childish natures we brought with us. How diiferently we see things around us now. What possibilities and promises of a deeper and more expanded life our years at college have given us, truly we will never meet another period as were these 3 ' ears spent at Lebanon Valley, — years so short, so free from care, yet so fruitful and so vital. The call is loud and we will answer. We will recall the times of our Freshmen and Sophomore days. Oh ! what great boys and girls many of us had been before that time ! some of us had been principals of schools : some had been graduates ; some by the elegance of their declamation had delighted large assemblies ; some had made Sunday-school speeches ; some had sung in the home choir; while others, both handsome and pretty, had taken great pleasure in wooing and being wooed. But the world knew not our greatness and we all alike had to be humbled. To work up this heterogeneous mass into something like a homogenity required some time, as you can think. That the task was accomplished the present roll of the class clearly proves. As an evidence of our college spirit, in our Junior year we pub- lished Vol. I, No. I, of the Bizarre. Not desirous of boasting we will allow the demand and praise received from the Alunmi and friends to testify to the ardor and merit of the book, — it marks an epoch in the on- ward movement of our institution. We returned from our homes last fall and found ourselves Seniors. When we called the roll we found that Rudy did not respond to his name. Subsequently we learned that he had augmented himself by joining the 18