1921 Cedrus Yearbook

1 921 THE JUNIORS HAROLD HAMMOND resident EDITH RAMSEY Secretary EDWIN BRADFUTE Historian ALICE DAINES Poet Class Colors: Scarlet and Gray COBWEBS OF TIME Time like an ever rolling stream Bears all earth's sons away. They die forgotten as a dream Flies at the opening day. Time is, was,and will continue to be. It is intangible, no one has seen it, or heard it, no one knows what it is, where it comes from, or where it goes. Any or all of us may use it, but whether we use it or not, it con- tinues to go, and once gone it will never return, only the hollow mockery of its echoes are heard as it passes through the cloistered halls of the past on its fleeting way to eternity. Time is the governing factor of all things, the ultimate equalizer of all men. Time works changes in us all. How well we rememb2r our first day in school—the strange faces, the dragging routine—all is stamped upon our memories as if it were but yesterday. Then the first day of high school—the formation of new friendships—the gay, frivolous chatter and amid all these things we took our places for the first time among the true searchers for higher knowledge. These two phases are however not as definitely marked as the great change into the cosmopolitan outlook of the modern college student. The catching sight of, for the first time, that vision—that mirage of greater service to our fellow-man, and the realization that in serving others we serve ourselves to the best advantage. Thus,amid the death agonies of a world conflict,in September,ofnine- teen hundred eighteen the class of '22 was born in Cedarville College, to share in her joys and sorrows and to participate in her activities. Ver- dant? Yes! As all Freshmen must be, but as time went on the green faded to the pale blue of the callow-minded, frivolous Sophomore. And now at last we are beginning to see the first faint rays of the lights of the Future. We are at last beginning to realize that the more we know thP more there is to be known. Only one more golden mile post on the Appian way to the Rome of knowledge and we must assume the mantle of sedate Senior dignity. We approach it with a feeling of mixed joy and sorrow, joy in that we will be prepared to cope with the responsibilities of life and sorrow for the moments we have lost in idle play. We are by no means the largest class in our college, neither do we have the ego to say that we are the best(?), yet there is a certain distinction in knowing that we possess the spirit of co-operation both in the class itself and with the college au- thorities in an honest effort to place Cedarville College in its rightful place in the sunlight of fame. Thus we see the Juniors as they were, and are, and what the years of the future will bring forth only time can tell. J. E. B. 30 .11