Union College - Garnet Yearbook (Schenectady, NY)

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Seward H. French, F A, Ed ito r-in- Ch ief. Eugene M. Sanders, A T, Business Manager. Philip L. Thomson, X W, Secretary. Melvin W. Bender, A A L i te ra ry Ed i to r. Wagner Van Vlack, W F, Athletic Editor. Howard P. Dunham, A P, Asst. Business Manager, Frederick M. Davis, B 0 77, Assistant Editor. George Ernest Raitt, K A , Art Editor. Leland L. Boorn, A 0, Assistant Editor. George W. Featherstonhaugh, .2 , Robert B. Castree, 2 K , Asst, f.itemrv Editor. Assistant Editor.

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Sonos on the Terrace. terrace Song. Ye Union boys, whose pipes are lit, Come forth in merry throng-; Upon the terrace let us sit, And cheer our souls with song-; Old Prex may have his easy chair— The Czar may have his throne, Their cushions may g-et worse for wear, But not our seat of stone. CHORUS. Thou grand old seat of stone, Thou jolly old seat of stone, Then here’s to thee, right merrily, Thou grand old seat of stone. 3 And when we all shall have our “Dips,” In shining- sheets of tin, Let no one, with irreverent lips, Ag-ainst thee dare to sin ; A cobbler’s bench — a Congress seat — May rest our trotters yet, But thou, old Terrace, can’t be beat By any we shall g-et. CHORUS. Thou g-ay old seat of stone, Thou dear old seat of stone, May smoke and song- float o’er thee long, Thou grand old seat of stone. ’Twas here the old Alumni sat, On balmy nights of yore ; And many voices joined in chat, Whose music rings no more ; From many a lip the spirals curled, And, when they rolled away, The smoker went into the world, And came no more for aye. CHORUS. Thou grand old seat of stone, Thou jolly old seat of stone, Thou changing year still finds thee here, Thou grand old seat of stone. 4 When Dr. Jackson sees his plants In bloom a few times more, Some boys, who sport our altered pants, Will knock at Union’s door; And when the Tutes have let them in, Old Terrace, thou shalt see, Them sitting where their dads have been, And singing over thee. CHORUS. Thou grand old seat of stone, Thou dear old seat of stone, To thee shall be our legacy, Thou grand old seat of stone ! ■Qlnton, Besibe tbe Ibobawh Dale. Come now to the campus all true sons of Union, With one accord in song your voices raise. Proclaim loud their glory those walls old and hoary, The college where are spent such happy days. CHORUS. Then come Union’s sons, ne’er let the glad chorus fail, That tells in proud measure, How fondly we treasure, Old Union beside the Mohawk Vale. If true some are jewels a mother adorning, Resplendent Alma Mater’s brow will light. Her children wide scattered are ev’ry where loyal, To Union, to our country and the right. 7

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