SUNY at Cobleskill - Voice Yearbook (Cobleskill, NY)

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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 . ..

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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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Drft lo right: Norbert Stettner, Treasurer; Kenneth Earle, Shirley Boyce, Secretary. President; Werner Sehlupp, Vice President; “ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE, AND ALL THE MEN AND WOMEN MERELY PLAYERS . . People working together in an atmosphere of goodwill and cooperation, make obstacles seem trivial, and success is the ultimate goal. Ours was a class of unity. Whether committee work was at hand, or “Town-Hill Relations” at stake, we fused together in a commendable tribute to our college. Although our two years at Coblcskill have passed very rapidly, they have been filled with memorable experiences. During our Junior year, David Ryan led us as Class President. The many committees appointed under him, fulfilled our hopes of class achievement. Having so successfully completed the first act, we looked forward with greater assurance to Act Two, because we had realized a significant fact. Through careful observation, and experience, we had gained the insight to accept a given task and carry it through to a successful end. After a short pause, we charted our way for the Senior year, with Kenneth Earle as our Class President. We tried to set an example of collegiate life, and with the help of our advisors, Mrs. Phyllis Winkelman and Mr. Albert lorio, are pleased with the results. Ours was a progressive group, and contributed much to our campus in each of two ways. First, we attempted to uphold the principles of our college, and thus shared a more satisfying relationship with our associates. Secondly, it was of prime importance to the class that the social and campus life be stimulated for a greater share of returns to be enjoyed by all. Having carved a beautiful and priceless possession of memory, we now take our place in the spotlight, take our final bows, and trust ourselves to memory, as must any player.