Ohio University - Athena Yearbook (Athens, OH)

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j MFr The gate speaks a message diffused through time. So enter it pleads that daily thou mayest grow in knowledge, wisdom and love. We may not see the words but they are there, a part of the tradition. We sit in the library gaining our wisdom. We grow in knowledge collected from classes and friends. We learn to understand, to accept, and to question. We grow in heart, in mind and in body. Our dreams become an intangible part of the campus as if our knowledge was intermingled with life within the buildings or is a part of the ground we walk. Our love grows because college life is no longer strange. It may be good or bad, but it is familiar. There is the rain that presses dead leaves against the walk and after, in the night, forms misty haloes around the lights. We remember one tree, one tower or one mark to hold when we go. And the gate breathes a benediction So depart that daily thou mayest better serve thy fellowmen, thy country and thy God. Editor Richard Graybill Assistant Editor Tom Lyons Copy Editor Al Pikora Art Editor Cynthia Myers Photo Editor Leo Wilhelm Dark Room Manager Don Michicls Business Manager Syd Buck Sales Manager Bill Cooper Advertising Manager Ronald Johnson

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.Ji:M l?rK. t e lecticH c Campus OKio. ' is ' . ' ' •■ The campus. We heard it called a friendly campus, and we wondered: Why? So we looked. What we saw was the tangible, the picturesque: The brick walks and their tributaries of cinder paths that mo ' e us along our way ... the stately McGuffey elms and their counterparts, forming God ' s beautiful contribution to the scene ... the drinking fountain where we pause, and the low walls in front of Cutler and behind Ellis that provide resting places for our moving bodies ... the eye-catching squirrel darting gaily across the leaf-covered greenery and disappearing into the bark and fohage ... the sight of tripods and sketchboards of photo and art students early in the fall, taking advantage of the last few warm, sunny, autumn days . . . and the couples under the trees. These we saw. But with time came the intangible. The feeling that crept into us at the faint sound of a class-bell ringing as we dashed across campus ... the annoyance that we felt, instilled by persons who stopped to talk right in the middle of our paths . . . the annoyance that we forgot when we ourself became a part of these groups . . . the nod to a friend ... the smile and greeting that is instantaneous, warm, friendly. We can feel more than what we see. It is reflected all about us. We are a part of what we saw and felt. Do we know now, the reason for the atmosphere that surrounds us?