Miami University - Recensio Yearbook (Oxford, OH)

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THE E IOR CLASS lT's been wonderTull There were Those TirsT hecTic, hoppy bewildered doys ol Treshmon week, Those TirsT closses, Terrifying in Their impersonoliry, The TirsT sighT of lvliomi's compus, ond oll The Times you goT losT, your TirsT doTe oT TuTTy's, your TirsT Ivliomi doince, The TirsT Time grodes come ouT. And Then The Tolling snow, ChrisTmos vocoTion, losT srudy oT The dorm, The long winTer doldrums Till spring vocorion when sTudies seemed so hopelessly dull. Perhops dll This hoppened Tour yeors ogo. Perhops iT wos Tive or six or seven-ond The disTonT scene becomes even dimmer seen ocross The Tields ol Normondy or The beoches of Gucidoconol. Bur now iT oll rushes bock in iTs Tull Tlovor, ond mingled wiTh iT ond superimposed on iT ore The oTher yeors, The some cycle wiTh yeT ci difference here ond There. And ThoT losT yeor! You hurried Then, con- sciously or nor, To suck The losT sweeTness from everyThing you did, becouse you knew iT wos The end oT someThing wonderful. You sTudied hord-perhops To bring up your poinT overoge Tor Phi BeTo Koppo or groduoTe school, perhops becouse eorning oi living is sud- denly so imporTonT, perhops becouse you ore o veTeron ond know now whoT on educoTion meons os no oTher con. You worked hord oT your ocTiviTies. As heods of mosT of The compus ocTiviTies, you TelT ThoT sud- denly oill The responsibiliTy ol The universiTy resTed on your shoulders. As IvlorTor Boords ond O.D.K.'s you knew ThoT The younger compus generoTion wos woTching, ThoT you musT corry on ThoT indefinoble buT universolly TelT someThing, The lvliomi TrodiTion. Your closs oTTicers ond your Homecoming royolTy, Bill Shonk ond Eileen BolTon, were represenTciTive of you, ond so The compus cheered Them, You looked obouT you, memorizing every siTe, unconsciously moking your mind o phoTogroph olbum Tor yeors ohecid. You donced ogoin ond ogoiin-you hounTed oll The compus hongouTs. Perhops The one who wos wiTh you will olwciys remoin so To help you remember. Perhops o Tew yeors from now, should you chonce To meeT, you'll hove Trouble recognizing him or her. IT wos youTh ond liTe, ond you enjoyed iT while you could. And now, suddenly, iT's over. You're sTcinding The Big Doy fs,

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C. W. Kreger Martha Jaques G. P. Wright Administrative Assistant Auditor Student Organizations Director News Bureau W. C. Smyser R. L. Duncan H. C. Christofferson Registrar Comptroller Acting Director ot Admissions

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Senior Class Officers: William Shank, president, Lois Alm, vice-presid ent, Martha Ann Bryan, secretary-treasurer. outside Withrow Court in the cap and gown that even the most blase of you feels thrilled to wear. You may have been a B.M.O.C., or only your profs may recognize your name. You may be thrilled that you lust did pass, you may be a Phi Bete and about to receive your diploma summa cum laude. You may be white, black, or yellow, foreign born or first or eighth generation Amer- ican, you may worship at any of a score of churches or none at all. lt doesn't matter. Many of the people you're with today you'll never see again. lt doesn't matter. At this moment all of you are tied together by four years of living. Nothing can ever take them from you, and you cannot be rid of them even should you so desire. They are yours forever, they are part of you. Now, at last, at this moment you know the meaning of Alma Mater.