1919 Cedrus Yearbook

19 A SENIOR'S REVERIE 19 Yes, we're grave and reverend Seniors, now. Our school days are nearly o'er; And as the end of the year draws nigh, Feelings never known before Come surging over us. Are we.sorry or glad? And what will the future reveal? Are we fitted to fill the place in life We've prepared for, with hope and zeal? Then we think back over the years past and gone, And review them one by one. The Freshman—Sophomore—Junior years, Filled with study, work,and fun. This year has been one of sadness and joy; Some prospered, some illy have fared. As a college, we've lost some endeared to us here As a class, we have all been spared. Many fond memories come before us now As we live through the past anew; And we're filled with hope that we'll ever be To our college loyal and true. We have had our good times—yes, and lots of them, too; Some I'm sure we shall often recall. We're "exclusive." When we have class spreads, you know, Others never get in at all! Our evening spent out at the Collins home We'll remember, without a doubt, Both those who, without, gazed longingly in, And those within who gazed out. How vividly the scene comes before us now! We again taste those "bricks" so rare, And what is that noise creeping into our ears? Ah! It sounds like the clipping of hair! Yes, we've had our good times together here, Loyal friendships have been made; And as we enter upon our life tasks, These mem'ries shall never fade. We'll often think of the days spent together, And our hearts will quicken, I ween, When we think over our college days And the dear old class of '19. —M.M. G. 19