Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1882-12-19
Bswasin Celleee Net...

The matter of comment here il the need Of
gymnasium. Everything else is such q. i,
ever IL in winter The season is marked bv
painful deficiency of amusements. There
has been never a winter so utterly listless in
the amusement line as this and so ipsuffer..
bly, dull. There was time when even Bath.
ahd especially the Bath maidens, were drawn
into the circle of Bowdoin swell occasions.
but alas! the claw hammer has faded like the
roses and the society man wears his pumps
Tor room-slippers. 1t causes gloomy hiatus.
OF course, to a senior who is accustomed t.
such things, and who needs a little of the
world mixed in with the psychological and
ETHEREAL
The Memorial Hall course of lecture. ill,
in admirably as far as it goes. There will
not be better appreciated lecture in the
course than President Chamberlain of last
tuesday. 1t seems strange and notable that
very many are the recent alumni who have
never heard President Chamberlain deliver a
set lecture, although hardly handful from
Aroostook to York but have heard his Sur
render of Lee
The Bugle will appear soon. It i. subject
matter for a ftrtnight's talk.
Senior class election is on the tapis. Every-
thing goes away with the senior class after an
election, always. 1t completely breaks the class
all up and introduces the element of dis.
cord to such an extent that friends of four
years return enemies for sometimes a for
night. The Orient has good word to say
Ia its last issue for everything, Christina.
included. The Orient has q new Office and
is typical college paper as every Bowdoin
man will agree, rich in good sentiment and
carrying tone of honest conviction and
authority among the students that is sur
prising. 1t does much good to the college
and receives as it deserves hearty support
What would it be good for without ii!
Bowdoin alumni tell US that to have its rich
creamy pages brings bask the light of other
years in fash of memories as bright as
only youthful days can be. They have
a right to soliloquize. One can well imagine
the dreams of other days and other years, the
visions of season when all life's care was in
the glowing open fire before you and were
smoking away from the bowl of your pipe in
wreaths as light as the curling smoke
Rackets. well yes, occasionally and bright
eyed maidens, sweet-hearts and college loves
We sometimes an old stager drop in
among and look at his name cut deep, as
hundreds of them are. In the stone window
sill without. The chances are that the name
is a food gate to a rush of recollections that
oftener bring tears than smiles.
Amid all the memories Of other days will
intrude the sad among the gay no doubt.
One old fellow came to my room not long
since and looking around said: ''Oh, yes
just the same as fifty years ago, only there
are faces l fail to see. We had open fire
places then and no Brussels carpets, but we
were the same boys as you are | suppose. My
chum and /, and we were to be eternal
friends, drifted apart, that is all. Wen meet
again, | suppose" He was a graduate of the
early thirtes and had roomed where we were
talking. 1t is no wonder. it seems to me,
that alumni, the best Of them, cherish an
occasional thought for us.