Culver Military Academy - Roll Call Yearbook (Culver, IN)

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IN RETROSPECT Through the years after Culver we shall always have the recollections of our days in uniform, the highlights of yesteryear recalled in an almost melan- choly longing for the stalwart towers of a great institution. Through our minds will flash those cherished memories of campus life . . . memories common to every cadet .... The stately Memorial Library, symbolic of the service rendered by Culver men to a great cause .... Pershing Walk, flanked by dense foliage and overlooked by barracks, maturing with tradition .... the ivy-clad Mess Hall surmounted by its booming timepiece .... the Quadrangle, barricaded by the Mounted Service quarters .... the Recreation Building in which many memorable hours were spent in molding the fibre of American youth .... the Riding Hall, favored rendezvous of all Troopers and scene of many an exciting polo game and cavalry exhibition .... classroom mo- ments .... thrills of the holiday and glamor of the ball .... all combine to form priceless and unparalleled joys of Culver youth. Plebe week, the reveille of a great experience, colors of patriotism unfurled to the breeze of a new adventure .... first call to discipline and loyalty to one ' s school .... then yearling year, the assembly of one ' s ambitions and the founda- tion of leadership. Months and years pass quickly, and all too soon the First Classman nears the zenith of his school career. The last parade .... rolling drums .... flying colors .... a late afternoon sun casting long shadows on a green terrain .... a colorful atmosphere enlivened by the panoramic back- ground of a Maxinkuckee shoreline. PASS IN REVIEW ' , and the battalions swing by for the last time, exemplifying the spirit of discipline and the romance of Culver training. Commencement morning .... and the First Classman passes through the Iron Gate to exchange his uniform for the garb of a less romantic world. As the inaudible taps of a rich and youthful experience is sounded, he is a cadet no longer; vivid realities become fond memories. But the soul of a Culver man is always imbued with the ideals of his boyhood, and his inward vision is always fired by the inextinguishable embers of Culver training. ROBERT MEREDITH SPEIDEL