Union College - Garnet Yearbook (Schenectady, NY)

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THE GARNET. 4fppening4|jditorial. 4 ‘ ON THEIR OWN MERITS MODEST MEN ARE DUMB.” more the Garnet makes its appearance and we hope that it will be welcomed and bought by each and every one. Now, it has long been a puzzle as to the reason ot it being called the “ Garnet,” so, when the time came for the mighty class of ' 84 to take possession of it, they, then and there, deter¬ mined that the sphynx-like riddle should be solved. The editors, all armed with mysterious scrolls and faded parch¬ ments, met in the coal house, back of North College, and after deep and occult consultations they saw that they had solved the mighty problem, and that it should be the solemn duty of ye scribe to announce to the inhabitants of ye mundane sphere that the reason that it was dubbed tw Garnet” was because it was read. Many of the etherial and aesthetic organizations, such as Ye hash house of Old Dorp,” c., have been doomed to ‘‘blush un¬ seen ” this year and in their places we have put such literary matter as shall be interesting and instructive ( ?) to every one. Should our jokes be rather sharp, remember that it is in no unkind spirit that we put them in, but rather, that we may raise a laugh at our neighbor’s expense. The brief history of the college, written by Prof. Wells, will be of interest to every one and the tragedy of Macbeth will be well worth reading. We are deeply indebted to Dr. Potter and Major McMurray for their assistance and the promptness with which they re¬ sponded to our call.

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THE GARNET. 3 ipoard of Editor - 5 © 9 BENJAMIN GUERARD CHISOLM, .... Sigma Phi CHARLES HENRY HILL,. Delta Phi CHARLES ADAMS KITTS,.Psi Upsilon CHARLES BRADFORD TEMPLETON, - - Alpha Delta Phi FREDERIC DIXON HALL,. Beta Theta Pi EDITOR-IN-CHIEF. BENJAMIN GUERARD CHISOLM, 2. J . BUSINESS MANAGER. CHARLES ADAMS KITTS, W. T. -J

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THE GARNET. s 4§kUutatio. 4«- § S Hail our brothers, where you linger ! Thus we greet you in our turn ; Thus the pie receives our finger, Whether rashly, we shall learn, ’Tis but Nature’s native urging, Sends creation into print, From each brain a book emerging, Though there’s less than nothing in’t, Lo, the footprints, broad and hollow, Strung along our streamlet’s marge ! Why should we be loth to follow, Though you hint our boot is large? We confess it, does it matter? P’raps the print will longer stay, And ’twill take a bigger spatter, To erase it quite away. Wit we have not; don’t pretend it; Grant we’re but of common earth ; Make the motion, don’t amend it — Give it you for what it’s worth. There ! You see we’re wholly humble, All our weaknesses admit— To your lofty points we’ll tumble, Grant you’ve beauty, may be wit— But some things are planted nearer To our hearts, than paltry praise, And they grow forever dearer, As we count our college days.