With what bright anticipations we took up the study of Phonography last October!
But what a mountain loomed up before us in the shape of the alphabet. Then the strokes and curves, and circles, how we puzzled our brains over which was which, and how proud we were when we began to form words and to air our knowledge of these mystic signs; only to be met with such questions as these, “How many words can you write a minute?” or, “Do you think you could take down a sermon?” “Let me dictate this piece from the newspaper to you,” all of which made us feel how limited was our knowledge and how much we had still to learn.
Then the examinations; how they hung over our heads like dark clouds threatening us at every turn!
But that is all past and gone, and time, with its never ebbing tide, has brought us to this parting hour.
What our future will be depends upon our own individual efforts. Let us remember: “What is worth doing is worth doing well.”
In climbing the ladder of fame, let us gain a firm footing on the bottom round, then, if we fail to reach the top, we will, nevertheless, command the respect of our fellow beings.