Union College - Garnet Yearbook (Schenectady, NY)

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’79. The close of our college life is at hand and the time is fast approaching when we must go forth from these gray walls to fight the battles of life. Although the change from the even tenor of student-life to the bustle and confusion of the outside world will be a great one, we feel well prepared for it. The training of the last four years has been constant and severe (as the thousands of gallons of kerosene offered up on midnight altars bear witness), yet it is just what we have required; and though we leave dear “ Old Union ” with regret, yet, like young athletes, we are waiting for the signal in order that we may dash on for name and fame. We go forth well satisfied with the record that we leave behind, knowing that there is no stain of dishonor or tarnish of defeat upon our banner. With¬ out lowering our standing in the class-room we were ever ready to compete with any and all on the campus or the river. No need now to speak of winning both “ rushes ”, of our Base¬ ball Nine, Foot-ball Eleven or Six-oared Crew. Sic transit gloria. We leave many pleasures to our successors. May they dream as serenely during lectures in Technology and de¬ rive as much satisfaction from the story of the Rhode Island coal-field as told to the last fifteen Senior Classes ! Soon we shall depart and the places that knew us once will know us no more. Ava Koci Epya ou Men of ’ 79 , in the future as in the past, and whatever be your station in life, strive as ye have striven and the result will be as satisfactory. j

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THE G RjSTET. £7 ’ 80 . Some one or other has remarked that really great institutions have no history. We have no history, yet a short account of a few of the remarkable exploits performed by our valiant class may be interesting. Our grand old ship of state sailed on smoothly, with its course not in any way interrupted or disturbed by outside commotions, till the beginning of our Sophomore year, when we were brought face to face with ’81, the greenest and most disorderly crowd of Freshmen that ever walked the campus. But as I am anticipating the historian of ’8i in saying this, I’ll cut the eulogy short — simply verify my statement by one example. Among other eccentricities this class undertook to keep a menagerie in North college. We always had an eye open for their welfare and saw that everything was quiet. One night, however, when we were off our guard, we were awakened by the shout, “ The menagerie has broken loose ” — we were on the ground in an instant with our gallant president at our head. Imagine the trouble and disagreeableness of trying to force a lot of wild animals into their cage at mid-night, too ! It was a tough fight, our president was soon dispatched (home), his place supplied and left vacant, then we prevailed not till we had lost four of our noble men, cut off from all further usefulness to the college by their untimely death. Still we go on “ Small by degrees and beautifully less.” With what victories has the class of ’8o been crowned ! Were ever Fresh more thoroughly vanquished than in the hour our solid ranks bore down upon them and took away their cane ? We were equally ‘triumphant in our studies. We started mechanics with the reputation of preferring to lie out on the campus and sing—“When Captain Jack has seen his plants in bloom, etc.” Certainly we never hurt ourselves with our polling and yet in what an unprecedentedly short time we rushed We have not had any more class presidents. r 1