Texas A and M University - Aggieland Yearbook (College Station, TX)

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, , , ' p ' UMt ' SeActtcC t 6 e ' De b t£e £c(tt i . . Texas A AA 1966. . . . Aggieland is a place, which in four years, becomes more than a college, it becomes a way of life. It is a place different to each of us, yet one which holds a common bond of meaning to all Aggies. As long as cries of, I hate this d—n place , and the familiar corps jodies echoing the number of days remaining before a holiday are still heard, Texas A AA will never die, come wars, hell, high water, or un¬ limited coeducation. The physical A AA has changed in the four years we have been here and it will continue to change in the future. We of the 1966 AGGIELAND are grateful to have the chance to put in black and white the way of life as we saw it for the year 1965-1966. As the seniors on the staff say their goodbye to four of the best and most educational years of our lives, both in and out of the classroom, we feel sad at the thought of leaving Aggieland. However, in later years this sadness will change to nostalgia when we open our dusty copies of the AGGIELAND ' 66. Then we will realize that we saw history in the making, we witnessed, as we are witnessing now, Texas A AA enter into a new and grand era. 11 ROBERT S. HEGER Editor, AGGIELAND ' 66

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KENNITH D. BROCK-Assistant Editor

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Stive This year marked one of the darkest years in the recent history of Texas A AA University. The mournful notes of Silver Taps were sounded for nine comrades who passed on. This memorial service is a most inspirational moment to the men of Aggieland. Students stream from the dormitories with not a word spoken. The campus is darkened. Absolute quiet reigns over the lawn of the Academic Building as they congregate to play their last respects. Marching feet breach the silence. The Ross Volunteer Firing Squad moves into position facing the Statue of Lawrence Sullivan Ross. When the hands of the clock move to a half hour past ten, the silence is again broken as the first volley of the twenty-one gun salute is fired. The sounds of clicking heels fill the air as all come to a rigid attention. Then from the Academic Building comes the beautiful and reverent notes of the Silver Taps bugles. As suddenly as it began, the service is over. The students return to their rooms with the sounds of the bugles still ringing in their ears, a remer one who has passed on. William N. Shadel Michael L. Raybourne Pictures not available: Jesse W. Forman John W. Day, Jr. Horace G. Young George M. Antilley Wayne H. Werdung 12