SUNY at Cobleskill - Voice Yearbook (Cobleskill, NY)

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“EACH CLASS IN TURN” According to tradition, every senior class ambition Is to score a more outstanding year than others in the past... For even the now famous ones ... Were once the very youngest ones And mixed in well among us is some talent that will last. We once were rankly verdant, as our lofty freshmen say, 4 Yet we recall in deed and thought that we were once that way. The memory of our thirteenth year, when the term had just begun ... We swallowed hard with stiffened pride and faced semester one We heard about the long rough road but we were rougher still For some had struggled to the top and we had to foot the bill. We've athletes and master minds ... glamour gals and handsome guys Any type you wish to find our class supplies them all... Tall and short or thin or fat.. .in dungarees and funny hats ... Slick chick dancers plus romancers lingering in these halls. From farm and city near and fary we've gathered “On the Hill As cream of the crop of friendliest “Frosh we found our Cobleskill. The seniors gaped at us and glared for freshman youth was still quite rare . Now, Old Father Time is on our heels, and 'ere a year comes round He'll mow us with his scythe and well depart this hilly ground. We go.. .You stay .. Life's made that way. We'll trade the “Now for then ... For you are still “life's children ' to be Alma Mater's men. Our task is never finished and you'll take the torch in hand .. . For you'll build a towering structure on the walls that once we planned Y ou won't forget us .. .“For each class in turn has its own special glow, Not one returns ... how e'er they yearn ...to life's great stage they go Our years have sped both ... one and two ... and now our task is done ... We've run the course, and closed the book on scholarship and fun... Our sun has reached its setting and as seniors we turn there upon the upper step to see, Those new “frosh, on the stairs ... It's all part of the pattern woven in Alma Mater's name ... As forth we go to join the show, that's called .. . “Down memory lane .. .

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OURKE re was a knock at his door md he arose at midnight H answer. Wt was not just a passer-by. ML was joy beyond present joy. ■Vow wey who must stay within mRemember having seen his good, mlaving seen his good during mCountless miraculous moments— MWalking together 4nd facing with him Jlfhe dawn of life wThat is wholly life, f His joy is beyond present joy.

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 too . it broad. wo need to make Life is too brief ... we need tjp make It fine. Into the old stale bottlfc of the world we'll pour all youth's fresh nfew The world is ours if j e can mold It, take it, wrostie with and make it. So each man Ast work and trust for the tools are given by an all-wise heaven . . . and we must not let them rust! We shall build great towers of stone or steel. May teicb or preach : . . may invent or heal; wherever our tasks or our talents lead, the world will watch and hopefully wait ... as we with a kinship as ever strong ... as those who went our through the self-same gate . ..