University of Southern California - El Rodeo Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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Annually through the course of years El Rodeo gives us an opportunity to pass in swift review the events of the current year which have held us for a time and then have become a part of all that makes for college tradition. It is a source of gratification that this year El Rodeo is in fact as well as in spirit a Student Body publication, representing through its officials, the entire Student Body and claimed by us all. This has been a year of outstanding achievement; the opening of the Coliseum with our Big Game championship in Debate; laying the foundation for the New Science Unit; and the development of plans for a Residence Hall for Women. Through all of these activities, we have tried to maintain a commendable balance as to the real purpose of University life. The spirit of scholarship is not dead in American institu- tions of higher learning. With the din of activities in our ears, we sometimes feel discouraged, dismayed and suspicious that the modern university is not fulfilling its highest possibilities. However, we have faith that the challenge of the intellectual and spiritual still hold the American youth to the higher ideals. As we peruse the activities of the past year, let us rededicate our efforts to the spirit of achievement through discipline and integrity to which American universities RUFUS B. von KLENSMID, President. ELBODEO Pai e Fourteen

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HP BEYOND THE P ' AI-LOV Tiny clouds scuttling across a sky of deepest blue . . . the heavy perfume of oriental locust . . . tinkling of playing waters of a fountain . . . tall pillars of sandal ii ' ood, high walls surrounding an ancient city, gracefully majestic against tropic vendure ... a gate! The suberb entrance to what? What unknown delights lie hidden by its carved portals? The unkown . . . mysterious . . . unfathomable . . . alluring like burning incense in a sequestered garden. Whither shall I be led if I obey impulse? The key! The key to the gate! Let me unlock its hidden treasures . . . and satisfaction sooth my soul as calm o ' ertakes my restless spirit . . . a drop of dew upon the parched petals of a dust flower! The key! Ah, I ant on the threshold of a great adventure . . . By E. M. EL RODEO Page Sixteen