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the festal decorations had been swept away. Halls suitably dignified for the pursuit of learning greeted us.
So, although our Halls might occasionally lay aside their customary mien and smile at us indulgently, nevertheless it was dignity that they endeavored to cultivate in us. Our teachers conspired with them. How
much we have heard of that dignity expected in Seniors! No epithet has been more often applied to members of that honored body, “A digni­ fied Senior.” How many times during the beginning of the year when we were unaccustomed to our new role in the cast of the school, we had to be reminded of our responsibility! “Dignity, dignity,” Hermione
would say, “ Don’t you think it’s wonderful, simply wonderful?”
Now that our last year is drawing to a close we have answered most of the queries that entered our minds as we contemplated the inscription.
The Hartr'idge School. Memories and a series of little white envelopes make up the log of those years, but one question remains unanswered.
Have we displayed the dignity that our Halls of Learning and our teachers would inspire in us? As we fly by the inscription. The Hartridge School, when the bell is tinkling inside, with our hats perched on the backs of our
heads and our book-bags Hying behind us, we can only ask with Hermione again, “ Have I? Or have I failed?”
H. B. w., ’27.
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