Muhlenberg College - Ciarla Yearbook (Allentown, PA)

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191 T C I A 11 L A SENIOR HISTORY C OMMENCEMENT, June of 1916! How little we thought of that time! Four years ago we came to Muhlenberg and here we have lived a new life. Some of us have delved thru lexicons and grammars, seeking the buried treasures of the languages. Others have drawn the curtains which hid the mysteries and wonders of the sciences. Truly, we all have profited by our sojourn here. Only by continued love for our Alma Mater can we hope to repay the debt of gratitude we owe her. You have read the first three chapters of our history. The last chapter would be more delightful reading than any of the former, but we do not care to enumerate our latest achievements. Suffice it to say, that in all student activities 1916 has done more than her share and we can feel elated over the successes of the past. In dramatics, glee club and, especially, in scholarship we have set the standard for succeeding classes. Athletics received unusual attention from us, and it was with joy that we won for Muhlenberg. We have but one regret in thinking of our athletic record and that is, when we leave, the athletic ranks at Muhlenberg will be sadly depleted. In inculcating higher ideals and raising the ethical standard of the student body the faculty has always been able to rely upon our active support and co-operation. In fact, few classes have been at Muhlenberg that have maintained such pleasant relations between the faculty and the members of the class. It is with emotion that we say “Farewell.” All the pleasant friendships between fellow students and professors must be interrupted for the present, some for all time. The pleasant life we have been leading must be ended. We have run our course and now we stand on the threshold of a new and independent life — a life in which the success we shall attain will be credited largely to Muhlenberg — our Alma Mater. These fond memories make us realize in the words of Lucy Larcom: “The loveliest of blossoms is but a cradle for the ripening fruit; and in the fruit lies hidden the germ of unimagined summers yet to be.” The Historian. 28