Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts - Mohawk Yearbook (North Adams, MA)

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IVY PUMA TUIIIUITUW ENDERLY we place your roots in the cool moist earth Bury you in the dark dreamy past In a place of hardship-continually struggling, upward in drudgery, despair. But you are free - free to force this ground - free to work. . .to believe. . .to build a better tomorrow. Your roots push upward, dimly lighting the way Until the tender green shoots give a blaze of light ' that brightly enough lights the way to. . . The newborn leaves that lift your heart higher - But yet not to the perfect light. Then comes the new tomorrow-with the steady darker leaves, still searching, climbing ever upward. And Now . . . The time has come for us to dream of our tomorrow. It isn't just the vine. It's the things that go into it that count. I. . The outside. . . And the inside. . . The light, the hope, the wisdom. . . The shining youth, the strength of age. . . The Promise of Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow holds a promise. . . Roots. . .to sprouts. . .to tender leaves . . .to generating vine. Thus we plan our tomorrow. Yes, Tomorrow holds a Promise. 1 ' Eleanor Goodnow 2 7

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ELHSE SUNG fTune: The Navy Hymn, OW, as we leave our college fair We look upon our memories there- Of days of mirth, of days of toil, Of everlasting friendships made. Our many days at S.T.C. Oh, always will remembered be. Oh, as we face our future life, We will meet many days of strife. We'll keep the faith you taught to And honor you in all we do. Our thanks we give to S.T.C. You always will remembered be. ll

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IVY UHHTIUH ACH YEAR the seniors plant a sprig of ivy - each year they identify them- selves with the firm, green plant which pushes ever upward, which grows ever outward. We, the Seniors, see strong parallelisms between the storms and winter months which this hearty plant must endure and those hardships which we will have to face in the future. We see overwhelming likenesses between the fresh color and robust nature of this tender plant and our own vigorous natures and youthful outlooks. We hope in future years to expand, to grow, to reach ever upward and outward just as this small sprig of ivy will grow and ex- pand. However, in considering this ivy plant, so fragile to the sight, and yet so enduring, we must not forget its roots - the roots which support its growth and make it all that it is and will become. These roots never see the sun, never catch the eye of the admiring onlooker. Often their very presence is forgotten because they are not in view. Only that portion of the plant above the ground will bask in the delighted gaze of those who will pass it in years to come. Yet, it is the strength of these roots which nourishes this plant- which gives it its beauty and its strength. No, let us not ,forget our roots - the force which has pushed us up from that small, weak plant we once were to what we are today, and what we hope to become in the future. These roots are the ideas and ideals which have been instilled in us by our friends, our faculty and, more particularly, our parents. These people have played a major role in the development of our character. Each has helped mould us into what we hope to be. The understanding and patience of our friends, the encouragement of our teachers, the many sacrifices of our parents have been 28