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TO
THE SENIOR CLASS To
the alumni of Lane-Make Way! To
the undergraduates-Goodbye! To the Seniors-Congratulations! That
is what the commencement speech says in effect, and that is the moment for
which we have all waited for four years. You
can all remember when you were freshmen, hut do you recall the idiotic,
ignorant things you did, or the supposedly supreme moment of your life,
when you received a certificate, or got the highest mark in the class? In
your sophomore year you felt you knew all about it. The hallways were no
longer confusing when you knew the room numbers. You had learned by now
where the cafeteria and locker rooms were, and you considered first and
second termers “freshies." Fifth,
sixth and seventh terms were going by very fast, now. You waited with
anticipation for your promotion into eighth term, and your seniority in
the school. You no longer even looked at lower termers, no less considered
speaking to them. Then
came the summer vacation, and the parties and gatherings that go along
with it, hut in the background was the undercurrent of excitement and joy
that is a part of being a Senior. When
you came hack to school this September, you were grateful to all those who
were making possible your achievement, whoever they might he, and then
that sober moment was lost in the reality of Senior pins, the (lances, the
class skits, costumes for Senior day, and the Prom. These
precious things you will always remember when you look at your school
ring, or your pictures, or your yearbook. This hook is your link to the
past, to the unforgettable joys, the lingering memories of the happiest
year of your life. On
these leaves are pictures of your friends and celebrities, poems, odes,
and various pieces of literature. You
are leaving your childhood, now, with its irresponsibility, for the
questionable future with its unforeseen goals, but this hook, an
invaluable remembrance, will always bring you back. Marie
Wamsganz
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