Butler University - Carillon / Drift Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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The excitement of activity intoxicated us. No, never again will we be engrossed in the gaiety and enthusiasm such as that which our college days encompassed. Then, when we could forget our duties and obligations for a time, we could enjoy partici- pating in activities. Pleasant memories of the year included returning to school to continue our studies, to renew old ac- quaintances, and to make new friends. Also, we enjoyed attending the Freshman Mixer and the Watermelon Bust, among other fall festivities. When the leaves were tinted with the reds, browns, and oranges of autumn, we went to football games and wiener roasts ; and later, when the tree branches were encased in the icy frost of winter, we boosted the basketball team, sent cards and poetry to our valentines, and practiced our Geneva Stunts acts.

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Our successful football season, with the spirit of the crowd and the might of the team, inspired us. Later, Christmas decorations, parties, and the lighting of the campus Christmas tree awakened joy and good will in our hearts. The below-zero temperatures and the snows of January reminded us that final exam- inations were near. With anxiety and zeal, we went to the library and attempted to review our semester courses. We began the next semester with renewed energy and the knowledge that it offered us a new chance for scholastic achievement. In the spring, the campus was clothed in a gown of fresh, vibrant green and adorned with flowers and budding trees. At this time, we enjoyed walking in Holcomb Gar- dens and contemplating springtime ' s rebirth of nature. As our sensations changed, we realized that during each year at Butler we are engulfed by numerous feelings and emotions.

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10 As spring veiled the campus in sunshine and the fragrance of flowers, we recalled John Masefield ' s statement, There is nothing on earth more beau- tiful than a university. We wondered if there could be anything quite as beautiful as the Butler campus in the spring; and we coined a new statement of our own, There is nothing on earth more beautiful than Butler University in the springtime. We often sought solitude, but we seldom found it. Each of us discovered some forsaken nook where we could escape bull sessions and unwanted interrup- tion. We eagerly awaited these private moments when we could review past events in our minds, and when we could contemplate future ones, too. After these moments of solitude, we became engrossed in the scurry of college life. From solitude, we gained peace of mind, and we were able to return somewhat refreshed to another day of university life.