The Free lance.
Published Monthly during the College Year by the Students of
The Pennsylvania State College.
Vol. XI.
Summer hath folded her wings with care
And fled with the last September glare,
And God, with His Almighty hand,
Hath touched each leaf o’er all the land,
And lo! in dazzling rainbow flare,
Of richest color deep and rare,
The hillsides blossom forth and stand.
“ The pine-tree dreametli of the palm,
The palm-tree of the pine.”
‘ ‘ When to-morrow is behind ’ ’ and the quondam Senior reviews
his course in college, he thinks of many innovations for another
career, so fugitive in its character. When one has left the walls
and the associations of dear old Alma Mater and has been swal
lowed in the maw of Universal Existence, one is indeed in sore
straits if he has no other than a mind’s eye view to aid him in
perpetuating his memory of the memorabilia in his life at college.
, That it is seasonable to offer suggestions to Freshmen, and that
they ‘ ‘ short exhortations need, ’ ’ goes without saying, and so the
query “ What would you do if you were, etc. ?” leads me to make
the following jottings:
A Diary. —lnasmuch as a diary is of prime importance to every
man of technical calibre, it is well for the embryonic collegiate to
make this ‘' diary keeping ’’ a part of his early training. If one
adds to a daily register of the state of the weather, the foot ball
score and other things too numerous to mention, a weekly ‘ ‘ story ’ ’
of events, he will have in the end a grand summary of, perhaps,
OCTOBER, 1897.
AUTUMN.
IF I WERE, ETC
No. 4.
— H. M. A.