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• . • and Prospects for the Future. It was hard to realize as we returned to the Hill for the last time that we were the oldest class. It seemed such a short time since we had worn those "Hello, my name is " tags and here we were ready to don our caps and gowns Our senior year, most of us agreed, went faster, if possible, than the other three. We had hardly had time to paddle the pledges or send rats to court when it W
