University of California Berkeley - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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DEDICATION TO THE ALUMNI OF THE U. C. To you, who trod the selfsame paths of lore In which our upward journey we pursue And strive to reach the prige so fair to view,— The heights on which Fame's golden sunbeams pour Their radiant wealth; to you, who midst the roar Of worldly strife, to Alma [Mater true, Look back, your eyes suffused with loving dew, zAnd long for college days and hopes once more; To you, whose lives and deeds our hearts inspire, With emulation fresh, anew to cope With tow'ring obstacles that would abate Our ardor; yes, with every fond desire, O fratres, and with every joyous hope, To you our BLUE AND GOLD we dedicate. —THE EDITORS.

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EDITORIAL Never did the editors of this book realize the full and fiendish import of the oft-quoted expression, “O that mine enemy would write a book!” until they became sponsors for Eighty-nine’s Blue and Gold. Ye who sit within the glowing circle of the student-lamp’s glare and “dig” until the hour when the voice of the matutinal milkman is heard in the land; ye who, with throbbing brains and trembling hands, hew first section themes from the granite of your intellects; ye who “go down to the sea in ships” (or schooners); ye who tramp over the everlasting hills, carrying diminutive telescopes on stilts; ye who rack your brains and pockets in conscientious efforts to master the great national game of poker;—ye all think ye know something of what hard work and troubles are; but ye are as the innocent dove or the unplucked freshman on these subjects, unless ye have gotten out a Blue and Gold. Therefore we hope that you will look with some charity upon our work which has been done in hours snatched from study, sleep or “skylarking.” We have burned the midnight gas, “regardless of expense, in order that we might please our many patrons.” We have stolen away from the crowded campus and com- muned with nature, in a vain endeavor to find a rhyme for “ Putzker,” “feldflasche,” or “Nebuchadnezzar.” We have sat up half the night and chewed the editorial stylus, waiting in vain for the evolution of the great, North American, spontaneous, side-splitting, original joke. Heavy-eyed and gaunt, we have gone next morning to recitations, (7 ]