To all of us in college who make friends the beginning of a new year bring with it a strange complexity of feeling. As we wander about on a first day like this there is something which we miss and miss sadly. A class has gone and many faces which college intimacy has made dear to us are no longer to be seen. We try to stifle the feeling by burying ourselves in the realities about us. At the same time we have a feeling that sadness is out of place at the beginning of the year. Then we reason with ourselves and we find that the friends who are gone are made no dearer by mourning for them, and finally it all clears away again and we are cheerful and hopeful as we were last June.
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