University of Minnesota - Gopher Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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■ 1 Mm J i liJ J..E.I„i, J..,i..iJ jt„li. ' Its T IS said that four years in a given college will turn out a graduate with certain characteristics of a given type. And any undergraduate will tell you, proudly, that there is no college like his own. ale has its own peculiar spirit, and to a certain extent turns out its own peculiar sort of man. Harvard ' s spirit is radically, if undefin- ably, different, and the Harvard man looks upon the world from a viewpoint of his own. Minnesota differs from these tradition-grown institutions as the West always differs from the East. But more than this, Minnesota has an in- dividuality of its own, conditioned, perhaps, by Western environment, but independent of it. We came to be en- rolled, perhaps because it was near home; perhaps because of some special reputation of a course; perhaps we had always longed to come and gloried in the realization of our plan; perhaps we came disappointed that wc could not go elsewhere, and hating the place and all our obliga- tions; or perhaps wc came because it was the obvious thing for us lo do, and the coming stirred little feeling either of hope or of distrust within us. But why ever we came, we are glad. Minnesota now means something to us distinct from the cold institution that the catalogue and the newspapers name. It may have various meanings for our various personalities: his work to that man, his friend to this, the knowledge of people lo you, my pet activity to me — but we share the common feeling of intimate proprietorship. We all belong, not to the University of Minnesota, but lo college. and college belongs to us. Wherein it is distinctive appears in every day that passes of the whole university year.

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;- fr ' l . ' 4 ' -f t ' ' .- ' ,f?. c- J-rvt ' - b-r . ' LL NOT FORGET THE CHMPUS OAKS, NOT fi BUILDING OF THEM ALL. FOR THO ' TS OF MINNESOTR.DEAR, FOND MEM ' RIES WILL RECRLL, THE FRIENDSHIPS OF THESE COLLEGE YE ffiS WILL BE CLOSER .DEARER YET, THO ' YEARS FLY FAST UNTIL THE LAST. I NEVER CAN FORGET.

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