SUNY at Fredonia - Fredonian Yearbook (Fredonia, NY)

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History of Class of '26 PROLOGUE Three years of work and play, and then There's life to face, we'll face it glowingly, But ah! these three swift years will be well filled. Then we'll look back knowingly Upon ourselves as Hrst we entered here, The portals, Alma Mater, welcomed gladly, We were untried, unproven, hopes and fears. To realize half joyfully half sadly. CANTO I. Three years ago, the old refrain is told. We were so young, but felt so old. VVe tested all that Norn1al'i life could hold, Those first strange days at Fredonia. We were proud of our colors, so new and bright. Entrusted to us so solemnly one night. The blue and gold to us were just right. That first glad year at Fredonia. CANTO II. Juniors! with soberer tasks to be done, A harder stretch of the race to be run, But we played and we worked, and we had our fun Tlwas a happy year at Fredonia. We planned and we toiled, our marks to raise, Some brought us censure, some brought us praise. There were social events, many happy days, Which hastily fled at Fredonia. 28

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Class Poem 1926 Our school life's meant much more to us Than lessons we have learned Than knowledge that we've stored away Or letters we may have earned. It isn't the honors or classmarks That welve gathered along the way, Nor the petty dissolutions That we remember to-day. But, the things that will stay with us And each year grow more dear Are the happy times, and the many friends That we have gathered here. Life after all is far too short To learn all we should know But there's always time to make a friend Or enjoy one as we go. Our school has given us her best, We'll carry her good work thru' And when others claim her we will say She's my Alma Mater, too. May our school day book of memories Harbor all the truths we're taught And the future that's before us Hold the treasure that it ought. OLIVE L. TANNER 27

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CANTO III. Serious our faces, when first we bore The proud title of Senior, we'd been striving for. And all the while it had meant more and more. As we worked and played at Fredonia, But our final goal we have yet to gain, Under life's heavier tasks we will train. And carry on the torch which was set aHarne. At the Hre which glows at Fredonia. EPILOGUE Three years of work and play, And now Life faces us. We answer her call gladly, These three swift years, thou hast prepared us here And should We face life sadly? We leave thy well loved portals, Fredonia fair, Into a world we go, our heads held highg With deep assurance of a future blessed by theeg And courage in our hearts to do or die. LA VON JOHNSON 29