130 years back in time with the Concordiensis
Compiled by Dylan Breslin-Barnhart
Issue date: 5/4/06 Section: News
The following editorial appeared in the first issue of Concordiensis published November 1877. It does not necessarily reflect the views of the current editorial staff:
Honor, like common sense, is easier understood than defined. Money cannot buy it; age will not procure it. Without it knowledge is power misdirected; conscience is a kindly voice put to silence-a heart dead to love and cold to virtue. Honor is the man. It is the gold in exchange; the basis of all good society. The worst that can be said of a man is, that he has no honor. Such a man must be answered with the bitter sarcasm of an awful silence; must be made to feel alone in a multitude. His very presence is a bane. Honor is the soul of character; the principle of being and doing right. Honor has no equivalent, and should never be sacrificed. It is above riches, favor, law, country, and life itself. Young men look wistfully, hopefully, and perhaps anxiously into the future for some token of fortune. Before them are many ways-some with unseen terminations, but others are the paths of our fathers, whose graves are vocal with precepts, and whose monuments point to the goal of noble success. The men of value are those in whom we can confide-on whom we may lean; they are the pillars of the universe. Our thoughts and impressions of each other in early life are not changed by the fleeting years. A good record in the hearts of others is a priceless treasure. Honor gets a worthy name and secures respect with a lasting remembrance.
The following article appeared in the October 19, 1917 Concordiensis with the headline "Union Men Cheer Woodrow Wilson; President's Train Makes Brief Stop" and the sub-headlines "Three Hundred Students Join in Ovation Yesterday Afternoon [Shouting] HE'S A LA-LA":
When President Wilson's train rolled into the [Schenectady] yards of the New York Central station yesterday afternoon at five o'clock, three hundred Union students surged up behind the rear platform where the President and [Schenectady] Mayor Lunn were standing while a crowd numbering several thousand overflowed the platforms and stood on the tracks or clambered to the roofs of nearby freight cars. The President made no speech but smiled his best campaign smile and waved his hand at the crowd.
Honor, like common sense, is easier understood than defined. Money cannot buy it; age will not procure it. Without it knowledge is power misdirected; conscience is a kindly voice put to silence-a heart dead to love and cold to virtue. Honor is the man. It is the gold in exchange; the basis of all good society. The worst that can be said of a man is, that he has no honor. Such a man must be answered with the bitter sarcasm of an awful silence; must be made to feel alone in a multitude. His very presence is a bane. Honor is the soul of character; the principle of being and doing right. Honor has no equivalent, and should never be sacrificed. It is above riches, favor, law, country, and life itself. Young men look wistfully, hopefully, and perhaps anxiously into the future for some token of fortune. Before them are many ways-some with unseen terminations, but others are the paths of our fathers, whose graves are vocal with precepts, and whose monuments point to the goal of noble success. The men of value are those in whom we can confide-on whom we may lean; they are the pillars of the universe. Our thoughts and impressions of each other in early life are not changed by the fleeting years. A good record in the hearts of others is a priceless treasure. Honor gets a worthy name and secures respect with a lasting remembrance.
The following article appeared in the October 19, 1917 Concordiensis with the headline "Union Men Cheer Woodrow Wilson; President's Train Makes Brief Stop" and the sub-headlines "Three Hundred Students Join in Ovation Yesterday Afternoon [Shouting] HE'S A LA-LA":
When President Wilson's train rolled into the [Schenectady] yards of the New York Central station yesterday afternoon at five o'clock, three hundred Union students surged up behind the rear platform where the President and [Schenectady] Mayor Lunn were standing while a crowd numbering several thousand overflowed the platforms and stood on the tracks or clambered to the roofs of nearby freight cars. The President made no speech but smiled his best campaign smile and waved his hand at the crowd.
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