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It is with unfeigned sorrow mingled with pleasure that we leave 

 this time-honored institution to which our hearts are bound by golden 

 links of the tenderest association. Sorrow to know that we are to bid a 

 long, a last farewell to those true and tried companions whose cheerful 

 countenances and encouraging words so often dispelled the humid 

 shades which at times overhang the student's pathway while endeavor- 

 ing to grope through the many labyrinths of knowledge. 



A pride to think that we go forth to engage in the more active 

 scenes of life, and as we hope to accomplish the missions for which the 

 God of fate may have us destined. 



It is not necessary for us at this time to raise our voices in praise 

 of our Alma Mater, for, like the shaft of Bunker Hill, on a memorable 

 occasion, it seems to me that the institution itself is the orator of the 

 hour, yea, an orator more eloquent than I. 



Its walls speak ; they tell us of hundreds and thousands who in the 

 spring time of youth gathered to i)ursuc the silent walks of pharmacy 

 and chemistry. 



Mr. Dean: 



We thank you sincerely for your kind and loving attentions to 

 us during these past years and trust that the class of nineteen-seven 

 will always hold an honored place in your memory, as we still con- 

 tinue to respect and cherish those, whose loving counsels have warned 

 us that life is not a iDcd of roses, that underneath each gayly-tinted 

 petal lies a thorn, ready to bruise the unsusjiecting fingers reached to 

 pluck its beguiling beauty. 



Gciitlcincn of tlic Faculty: 



Honored professors, whose inspiring words have so often smoothed 

 the rugged pathway of knowledge, we have no befitting language with 

 which "to address you on this occasion. b\)rmal words are inadequate 

 to express the gratitude we feel. But oft in memory's enchanted bow- 

 ers will we see again the dear old place, the loving teachers whose lives 

 were a constant incentive to noble deeds, and whose helping words 

 will shine as beacon lights amid the storm-tossed billows of life. 



Gentlemen of the Graduate Class: 



Fellow students, loved companions of our happiest days while 

 tugging slowly up the hill of knowledge, to you I would speak one part- 

 ing word, though my overpowered feelings would flee the task. Your 

 mission is a noble one. To you the God of fate has entrusted the 

 power of wielding the destinies of nations, and of shaping the character 

 of the world, 



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