Swarthmore College - Halcyon Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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IN MEMORIAM. JOHN B. ATKINSON, Jr., Class of ' 90. Born, Fourth Month, 29th, i Died, Tenth Month, 31st, 1886. The following resolutions we -e adopted by his class : We, the Class of ' 90, of Swarthmore College, at the beginning of our first year hear with deep regret of the untimely death of our honored classmate, John B. Atkinson, Jr. Whereas, God in His infinite wisdom has seen fit to remove from our midst our friend and fellow student, be it Resolved, That we, the Class of ' 90, do hereby express our deep sorrow for the great loss we have thus sustained ; and be it Resolved, That we tender our heartfelt sympathies to his family in this their great affliction ; and be it further Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be sent to the family of the deceased ; and that they be published in the college paper. Jos. H. Brinton, Richard C. Sellers, Mame F. Soper, - Committee. Abbie M. Hall, Fannie E. Ottlev. 16

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SENIORS. Class Colors: — Gold and Sapphire Blue. Motto: — elf to Trpoadev. Yell:— ZTi, Ya, ' 87 Hi, Va, Yof ' ( ] |ND now you are Seniors, reverend and grave. You have Jp survived all the childish trials and tribulations which sur- rounded you when you were Freshmen. Forgotten now are the terrible trials in mathematics, over which you shed so many bitter tears. You have safely passed through that trying age, so seemingly necessary to the young, when, as full-fledged, uncon- ditioned Sophomores you freely sported canes and aped the man- ners of your seniors. Past and forgotten are your delightful experiences at ushering, and sacredly stored in the recesses of your gigantic memories are the recollections of your beloved class-tree, that little sprig of hope so kindly protected and adorned by the sympathetic 88 ' s, but which met with the melancholy fate of death long before it gave forth its first green leaf. Forgotten are your foot-ball and gavel which the same 88 ' s so officiously took under their charge, because you had not force enough to guard them from strolling plunderers and marauders. Then when you attained the dignity of Juniors, your souls over- flowed with lofty thoughts and aspirations. You attempted, with all the confidence of your jolly Juniorship, to publish a Halcyon. The Fates, after due consideration, decided to be propitious, and crowned your efforts with moderate success, but alas ! what mean those piles of unsold copies which are thrown discarded under the Phoenix room table? Then when you entertained the Freshmen, how anxious you felt as to whether the poor little things should enjoy themselves! But all these things are past and forgotten. Now you are Seniors, august and proud. The welfare and reputa- tion of the College now rest on your massive shoulders, at least so you think. Now but one thought engrosses your attention. Theses and Commencement day. Already you are picturing to yourselves the appearance your towering statures will make on the platfomi ! Your minds wander off continually to the lofty realms where jou imagine Pegasus has carried you, and there in that delusion we shall leave you. 18