Mississippi College - Tribesman Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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W. T. LOW RE Y, D. D., L. L. D. President. 19

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P. W. BERRY, A. M. Professor Physics and Assistant in Mathematics. 18

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D F O R E W O R RIENDS, ’tis done! We lay aside the pen and hand to you the fourth volume of the L’ Allegro. This is its Senior year; it leaves our hand with “Special distinction,” not that we have made it so, but — alas — it has made itself distinguished, — as a liberal educator in the humanities. To you, our literary friends, we extend our “warmest words,” who have rushed to us with your fanciful pro- ductions of “opium dreams.” To you, our artist fiiends, who have spent long hours waiting in our room in order to prevent the fruits of your facile pen, to you, we say “Nichts kam heraus.” The charming manner, in which every student signed up with the Business Managers, made us tremble — we knew we would collect every subscription (?). Editing an annual is all the fun one needs — you, who have have spent long hours waiting in our room in order to present the fruits of your facile pen, your subscription,” for you, we wish you all to be editors some day and we say “thou fool go and live in a hornet’s nest.” In short, we wish to thank all, who have over- whelmed us with their nonsensical advice. ’Tis worth }?our time. We also wish to thank those, who have dared to approach us and in accents tender and in dulcet tones freighted with honeyed fragrance, have asked when L’Allegro would be out — it was of great service to us. To thee, ithou foster child of our midnight toil, we bid a fond adieu, — upon thee we cast our burdens and bid thee speed thy way to every heart that has paid thy price. Cleanse thy pages of the oaths which we accidentally impressed, — show only the saintly thoughts we had — if any — for thou knowest our vexations and their causes. We implore thee, O thou L’Allegro, do not represent us wholly; be what our friends and legal ad- visors expect, and stand as a memorial to our Alma Mater. We shall feel lonely with- out thee, and the days shall drag slowly by with unevened tenor, because thy blank pages will not haunt us, but away! away! seek thy destiny, O L’Allegro, adieu! adieu! — Editors.