Emporia State University - Sunflower Yearbook (Emporia, KS)

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25 . . . iwo rivers ioin their banks of green and stately hulls of learning rise . . .

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Air Wew Known all over this region for its beau- tifully landscaped campus, Emporia State spreads out over fifty-five acres, beginning at 12th Avenue, extending from Merchant to Market, and reaching back beyond 16th Ave- une to the stadium and picnic grounds beyond. Many noises combined in the creating of the low, neat hedges, the smooth lawns and shrubbery: the tinnish snip of the gardener's shears, the spring-sounding roar of the power driven mower and the laughter of energetic students digging dandelions. These are the noises, and this the setting so created. Rose gardens, carefully pruned and guarded against the snow, a sparkling fountain playing water upon the pool be- neath where golden fish dart back and forth from sunlight to the dark cool recesses near the sides of the pond. Here and there great names are immor- talized. There is Plumb Hall, and Butcher Elm, Beach Hall, and Norton Science Hall- The sun dial, the flagpole, the pool in the sunken gardens and the semi-circular seats by the Administration Building bring back memories of the classes which presented them to the school. Then there are the little places that have become endeared to first one and then an- other. The queen's throne and the wishing well, the small waterfall just outside the hornet's nest, the bridge across Wooster lake, silent Joe, and the hidden pool in Wilson Park, the little footbridge in the rock garden, all these favorite spots are hallowed with mem- ories of beautiful nights and sparkling days. 24

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rm Setting Morse Hall . . . filled with the sounds of eighty dozing, arguing, agreeing, studying, listening, chattering, women making and becoming friends for life. 1-making a winter wonderland, soft and soundless snow sifts down on the trees and sleeping world below, covering all the ugliness of December 1 creating a fairyland of glittering snow. I like this spot, a sophomore fellow was speaking, I like it b it is so lonely. I often come here when everything begins to push down. OCGUSE Ancl after a while all the loneliness seeps away and the stars seem to come closer, the friendly trees gather me in . . .