HENCE, LOATHED MELANCHOLY

Today the members of the Class of 1925 assemble to make merry for the last time as undergraduates amidst the scenes which have become so much a part of themselves during the four years past. "In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind", surrounded by family and friends, the Senior welcomes Class Day as the forerunner of Commencement.

Time was when beer flowed freely in the Yard on Class Day, it being thought perhaps, that their imminent departure from the old place would cast a gloom over the festivities and render Seniors melancholy when they should be most jovial. But times have changed, "lest one good custom should corrupt the world". Yet Class Day remains much the same as before, for Seniors are by nature gay and frolic some at this particular time. The trials and tribulations of four long years are past and happily surmounted, and the future is full of smiling promise.

So on this day of days, all the University joins in one common exhortation: "Let joy be unrestrained."