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The year eighteen hundred and eighty-five has now yielded to a successor, and the class that was graduated last June now feels itself more completely separated from its alma mater. The lingering year, with its '85, was sort of a thread holding the class to the college; but now that thread has gone, and the '85 man says, "I was graduated last year." But it is different with the senior of '86. He says, at once with pleasure and with regret, "I am graduated this year." Thus the coming of a new year seems somehow to make more of a change than it really does. The recent graduate is more a graduate, and the present senior seems more a senior than before.

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