Thus, do we present this 1941 NAUTILUS, for we have come to the end of another year at Junior College. We have sat in the same desks that have been the seats of learning for ten years. We have heard the same bell that
has been the joy and doom of students for the last decade. We have added our share to the nicks and dents on chairs and walls, and have clamored through the same halls, studied and gossiped in the same Commons, and have laughed and sung and pledged our loyalty to the same old grey goblet.
On Commencement Day we shall hear the echoes of the past as we walk through the halls, and soon these two years spent at Junior College will have become only a memory. We shall not be remembered long, for other classes will go, other voices will laugh and sing, but we shall never forget.
