On class day each year, the senior class arrays itself in all its purple, and fine linen, and bids a gay farewell to its many friends. A whirl of pretty faces, a dance, a song-and the class day comes to an end, and the class, doffing its new tile, goes out into the world to take its stand by the side of those who have gone before. It goes surrounded by all the memories and traditions of the college, and cheered with the hearty "God-speed" of those who remain behind.

It seems almost unnecessary, at this late day, to speak concerning the honorable place that '85 has made. No class has been more patriotic in regard to matters pertaining to the college; no class on the whole has left a better record behind it. In athletics, '85 has been especially prominent, and every college team has received its support. In scholarship it has taken a high rank, and each of the papers can bear witness to the ability and earnest work of the senior boards.

There is little for us to say here of the friendship and ties that each man has made-all that goes without the saying. And, with the kindest of wishes, and with the hope that the future which lies before the class may be all that is bright, in the name of the college, we bid good bye to '85.