Seton Hall University - Galleon Yearbook (South Orange, NJ)

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q ,- ' ' 2 f f' To Our Parents RADUATION is more than 'a time of commencement, it is a timeof retrospection. And as We look back with fondness upon the past 'With its many pleasant associations perhaps we lose sight of those who have been our steadfast, most loyal, most devoted friends-our parents. And yet as we gaze into that magic crystal that mirrors the past andthe future We see them holding a prominent place. It was they that taught us to lisp our childish prayers to an unseen God, it was they that gave us our first learning, it was they that stood by us through all those ills and heartaches that youth is pr-one to. Qnly they can tell the anxie- ties we have caused them. Even now they are with us as we stand on the shore of the future. God grant their solicitudes may not be unavailing or unrexvarded. It must indeed be a 'consolation and a great one to know that they can stand up in the face of God? and man and say they have done their duty. V To try t-o express our thanks to them would be vain. Human words have not a power so great nor has the tongue a tone so fond to tell the gratitude we feel. But as we stand before them on our commencement day we promise sincerely to realize, if God so wills, the high ideals which they have set bef-ore us., May God bless our parents is the prayer we breathe to the Almighty on this glorious day. ' Y J l, I l nb - in 11' ' 1 Page Twelve

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W 5 'I B U .9 ? 1 Q' Y -Ti' ' ' I fp- 1f.-,1ffQ, ' ff - -.Q R:-3 illl. v I VJ. r! ' i Ili. I A. i If 4 lm p l 'li X' li 4 ii X .N REV. JOSEPH H. HEWETSON, A.M. T certainly gives us great pleasure to show our old friend Father Hewetson that we still remember our Sophomore year, that we still remember all those wiggling amoebae and pickled frogs and alcoholic lilies of the Biology Class, that we still remember Tacitus and Horace and Iphigenia and Louis Capet who used to perform daily for us at their appointed times. All these memories, however, are secondary to the memory of the man himself. There was something about his smiling face that made every day a day of sunshine. The lessons we learned from him were n-ot all contained in books. They were the lessons that a man would teach who has met the world half way and has learned to smile at iteven when it presented its most threatening aspect. They were the lessons that a man would teach who has examined the clark cloudis of life and found they all have a silver lining. Father, we shall never forget you. You were a real teacher, a real friend, and a good priest. To y-ou called to fulnl more perfectly the duties of your priestly office we extend the old ecclesiastical blessing, AD MUL- TGS, PLURIMOSQUE FELICISSIMOS ANNOST May your work be fruitful in the vineyard of the Lord. Page Elzrven

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