iWrfrji HE purpose of a year-book, we feel, is to 'ouch the chord of memory and bring back 1 to us, in later years, remembrance of our dead lives. Such a book is in no sense news. It is a post-mortem of youthful ecstasy and juvenile folly; a reminder of lessons learned; and, more than all, a roll book of the names and faces we knew and came to love. The present book, we hope, may serve to complement the fading memory and echo again the sounds and sighs of one poignant year. There is more than a little sentiment in the thing, for:
'The hands we clasp in friendly grasp
Shall be forgotten never; The eyes that shone, though dimmed and gone.
Shall be with us forever. Fond memory our hearts will touch with gentle finger,
And o'er each well-loved name our lips will softly linger"