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

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To Our Parents T is altogether fitting and proper that in presenting this volume, marking the culmination of our college career, we should first of all pay honor and respect to those ivho have made it all pos- sible. Nothing we ever do or say can repay, even in part, the debt tve oive to them. To them tee owe our very existence; without their unselfish zeal for our welfare ice would not now be standing on the threshold of life, well equipped to meet and conquer its obstacles; through them tee first came to know and love God and our country; the principles of love and charity were first inculcated in us by them; the many hardships endured, and the numerous sacrifices they made, for our sake will go unheralded and unknown to all save one — the Almighty Creator — to Whom all is known and by Whom all good is rewarded. If in time to come ive gain honor and respected positions in society we can only point the finger of pride and love to those responsi- ble for our success — Our Parents. The Class of Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-Three take this opportunity to convey to them, our sincerest and heartfelt gratitude.

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Dedication O show our love and respect for two loyal sons of our Alina Mater, both Jubilarians of the class of ’83, whose lives have been the highest exemplifica- tion of the noble standards of Seton Hall, who have by their outstanding characters and fine wholesome spirit of Catholicity brought further honor to the name of Setonia, we the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Thirty -Three respectfully dedicate this volume to the : Rt. Rev. Msgr. John F. Ryan, M. R. and Rt. Rev. Msgr. Charles H. Mackel, S. T. D.

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Setoriia 1933 All that has come to Seton Hall before Is like the leaves of yesterday that fell, Scarlet and gold dou n to the earth-brown store Where memory and more than legend dwell; And there the deep roots of the tree take hold Upon the past, and new life rims amain Out trunk and twig to where young leaves unfold To greet the April sunshine and the rain. And all the birds that come among the boughs With far -brought wisdom , have been here before Like wandering thoughts; and some their need allows No rest until they find a farther shore; Yet some, returning, fold their wings and stay To give us song and sound of life to-day.