Rhodes College - Lynx Yearbook (Memphis, TN)

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14 in my high-school years, but | began to crave to shape myself some finer way than what the army made of me. My profs inspred me many times until | thought | had a soul afire. | got to be a fool for books. My conceit was to think | read a lot more new works than my teachers knew. They seemed somewhat behind the times in learning, yet they were solider than I. | had no patience, which you’ve got to have to teach, to mould a thousand thoughts in one. In dreams | can address them as my peers, but yet I’d never approach them heedlessly. TAGE | can’t talk so seriously to you. “‘Reverence,”’ ‘“‘respect’’ | don’t assume. My bag has always been to get free and stay that way. Still, Southwestern didn’t punish me. Nobody here prevented me from medicine; | felt the science profs wished to help. Freedom seemed a kind of drug, vague, mad, but deep down | was not crazy with it. They had their heads together here. | left to get mine right. | had some models here, but | don’t Know a way to tell ’em that, not yet, if ever.

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