Brigham Young University - Banyan Yearbook (Provo, UT)

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ember . . . For memory is the treasury of the past that is left when the future crowds in upon you . . . Remember with us the campus scenes so familiar to us all: the president ' s home caught in glittering forms of ice, snow and brilliant light . . . the hills sprinkled with the deep colors of red and gold from the autunm sun the fringed shadows cast by early spring leaves on campus lawns. Remember with us the sounds of campus: the carillonic bells as they marked the hours and carried a song to the entire campus; yes, even to the whole Utah Valley. Remember the President ' s voice with familiar dynamic ring . . . the sound of the organ as its tones filled the f ieldhouse . . . a hushed conversation in one corner of the library. Remember with us the walks across the campus, the early morning classes, the late evening dates. Re- member the apprehension just before the professor hands out an examination and the sudden release of tension you experienced after you had handed it in and were leaving the room. Remember that inexplicable sensation as the lights were dimmed be- fore Act I. Remember the sweet smell of newly cut grass as early summer with its familiar army of lawTimowers converged upon campus lawns, and the school year drew to a close. Remember with us — at least insofar as these pages can communicate to you through their symbols — all of your experiences of this school year at Brigham Young University, ere on these pages, these experiences are recalled. May each page softly say to you, Don ' t forget. Remember — for these are your memories . . . fl ' . iM -I • tf WT- SL