At this time of the year the senior becomes a most important being in our college.
A senior is like a president in his last days of office. He is a great man, who is about
to become a common citizen. After the senior has received his diploma, he takes off his cap
and gown and becomes an humble straggler at the foot of the ladder, with everybody's feet
in his face. But just before graduation, he is so large that it takes a freshman several
minutes to walk entirely around him.
Nothing is so interesting as to watch an under classman looking up to a senior—unless
it is to watch the same senior a few months later looking up to an office boy, asking him
how he got his job.
A senior is a man who is completing his education in science and about to begin it in
real work, worry and earning a living.
Being a senior is more fun than almost anything else, because a senior has all that is
coming to him in college without knowing what is coming to him in life.
A great many seniors are very wise and have more knowledge than most men at fifty.
Some take this knowledge away from college with them and try to peddle it in the rural
districts, while others put it in some cool, dry place, where it will not be disturbed.
Seniors don't have to be taken seriously, except by those who are not yet seniors. But
they are very necessary, because we can't have a graduation class without seniors.
When you notice an ex-senior making good in practice, you can bet he has taken off
his cap and gown and has gotten down to his fighting clothes.
Hubert Osmond Baugh.