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him still iti imagined glory,“aT whose sight alt the stars hide their
diminished heads.” How often the freshman in his- “salad days” |
has “plucked his gown to share the good man’s 1 smile !” How the
sophomore admires him, “with loads of learned lumber in his head I”
But the junior knows that “crabbed- age and youth cannot live, -to-,
gether,’’ and resigns himself to the approaching parting, j The senior
himself, soaring on Daedalitic pinions, never Realizes, that in the
words of Shakespeare, “The game is up” until a fe,w
years after he awakes to find himself at.X'hfebottom of
a ditch, with half a dozen miniature copies of himself
impeding his efforts to 'get .out. Terhapsjhe may see
far--succeed as' to.,give tp the-, aforesaid copies “the ad-
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vantage of a cöllej^edpqation.”
Commencement is the saddest season of the year, Nature is
unsympathetic and “wears one universal ,grin” at the expense of the
poor senior. “Sharp misery hath worn him' to the bone” and his
loose fitting shroud bírt accentuates his leanness,. He is like a pie
left too loftg in the oven.
And
H be thought that wcTwho are.-^ come jjo .Speh a fate
within one brief year .„are too hard on those that go befórej let us
say lip the classes who crowd after us,, tP paraphrase the words of
Holmes that
“If we should live to be
As the last leaf on the tree.
In th eS p rin g ; •
Tet them smile as we d o , now
.At the old forsaken bough
Wherg,' we cling-’’’