Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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and w arching — new faces, strange and young; remembered smiles no longer part of the rushing crov d. He had a past, a present, and a future. Three worlds now, instead of one. Old, old pattern too well-known begun again. Awakening of self to self, to change, transience, basic solidity from deep wells within. Third year of the four — a time of decision, preparation, concrete re- sponsibility and respect. No outer symbols of security; no need for cliches and accepted brands. This, the year of the individual, of idealism as high as the ivied towers and as strong as he who built them. F.lectrie stimulation, pricking lectures, wild urge to know for knowing ' s sake, to swallow every scrap of printed paper, and still to feel how little could be learned. Fields of con- centration, major interests — new scope beyond the ageless walls. New depth to old relationships, recharged, the world waited for his ideas. No faceless stream, but stream of faces, individuals — 23

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pressure— unbearable, uureleiir- ing pressure — and refuge sought in accepted brands and constant motion. A time ot intense spirit, of teeling that the world within the wall IS foi ' exer aiul eauiiot, will not end. Slow l now the w niter turned to sprmg. I le longed tor .May, an end to disil- lusion, an escape from pressure. Ecstatic, unleashed, he rushed from the dispersing stream to hnd himself in the peaceful tulds of summer experience. Cientle leaves resting in pud- dles. (!old, red, September leaves bobbuig in the old familiar stream. More staid, less eager — standina 22 ■i

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L Handle with Carb VALUABLE CARCO THCNKXT NCAA CHAMPS! M fresh meaning to that word. Joy, feeling intense to the point of hurt; again he wanted to cry, not what he had done, but what he felt. This year so swiftly passed, huge blocks torn away before he had accomplished half of what he ' d planned. September merged with May, and the final lap a summer away. Eager squirrels ' feet gathering brown acorns hidden in piles of crisp bright leaves. Warm au- tumn — the last, in these the col- lege years. Old stream, older now filled with nostalgic memory of past faces and forgotten moods. Threadbare pattern, relieved only by the blue-white clash of uni- forms or frantic preparations for the outside world. Pinnacle of this phantom community; above all judging, comparing like the towers of stone. Some ready to leave the wall behind, to find new patterns, unfamiliar faces, hard reality. Others bewildered, apprehensive — no plan, waiting, indecision, futile dreams. And still others, unwilling to leave the protecting shadow of these calm buildings to begin another quest for deeper knowledge of them- selves and of their chosen work. He stood and watched the shifting images of four years, the changing stream, his own self-change. More red brick now, not con- fined to East. It swelled from red clay banks marred by bulldozers 24