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

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1 0... 6... ee,5 af af... Q 7 olgfd LUCLI7, el' 0I'lCQ I'l'l0l Q fo . . . Or around the campus as we ask ourselves this question: YVhat is CULVER? Perhaps it begins with the smooth, rolling golf course. It is the cool wind from the lake toward Argonne and Chateau-Thierry or the sun coming up in all its glory over lllaxinkuckee. It is the tall, stately trees in the First Class Garden. It is the smooth green parade field. It is cadets drilling in the hot May sun. It is cadets Cand teachersj hard at work fy 4, ., .. x,. fA2 tk? :SLOPE . . . feeling in your stomach when answering your first re- port. It is that feeling of rapture an Infantryman gets when he sees the Honor Guard perform, or the Trooper when he sees the Lancers do their movements, or the Artilleryman when he sees the Four Gun Drill swing into action. It is the confused feeling a plebe has dur- ing plebe week. It is the applause of spectators during a parade. It is the hurried greetings between classes. It is that bewildered feeling that comes when you can,t do your math problem, or when a title for an English paper has you stumped. It is roars of the school cheer- Memorial Building in classes. It is the guard in hot, stuffy uniforms. It is the laughter and curses of the Troop after a ride. It is the academic department, moulders of our prese'nt and future. It is the laughter and smoke of the club rooms. It is the click of billiard balls and the roll of the balls in the canteen. It is the quiet majesty of the Memorial Library. It is the cool efficiency of the Administration Building. It is the crowding and jostling of the cadets in the QM. It is the empty liz ing its teams on to victory. It is the happiness that comes when the dances roll around. lt is the quiet prayer the night before examinations and the quiet during examinations. It is the free feeling that arrives in December and June. It is the proud feeling when you wear your first chevrons. It is that chill that runs up and down your backbone when the color guard marches by. It is the traditions and stories told of what you had to do. It is summer and winter, spring and fall, no matter what happens you,re all comrades to- gether. lt is the sweat and toil before and during Gov- ernment lnspection. It is the futile feeling you get when ieveille sounds. It is the happiness at receiving a letter Sir, the oflicer of the day reports his presence . . .