Swarthmore College - Halcyon Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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tEo ti)t funior ClasiS §J EADER— gentle— if so be such still live : ' ' ' ll F We find a hard task before ns. So well have we lived up to our motto, Facta, non verba, that II % a truthful chronicle of our honors would make you swear we dealt in hyperboles or worse. If we remain as silent as our friends of 1908, however, we will lay ourselves open to the criticism they have so richly earned. We desire, then, to outline in a few words our three years at College — years very dear to us and laden with rich memories. We agree with Doctor Holmes that time is a strange thing, for it seems but yesterday that the class of 1909 marched into Parrish Hall with our little big man, Doctor Lowes, in our midst, and yet those first nights, during which the 1908 contingent learned what a real class was, seem far off indeed; but, turning again, the whistle that stopped the rush and found a Fresh astride each struggling Soph will blow forever in our ears. You remember the rest of that first year as well as do we : how the girls won the Gym Contest, and with dear old ' 07 defied all comers in hockey, how 1908 piked in football, baseball and oratory. But June is upon us, and we ourselves are Sophs. A handful of eight ' 09 ' s, now valiant Sophomores, kept one hundred and twenty-five Freshmeji at bay for forty-five minutes while the posters came from Chester. Poor 1910 ! The only reward you got was that liberal dousing of paste, which kept you so busy for the rest of the night that perhaps there is some excuse for the many big posters seen next morning. The Penn game, in which ' 09 had so large a part, is over; again we are in the land of roses, and our underclassmen days are over. Do not imagine that 1910 took all our time! 29