University of Maine - Prism Yearbook (Orono, ME)

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S E S watched them in their endless repetition. Nothing i new under the sun. Only styles and customs change. People and thoughts re- main tlic same. The old hell could phi losophize forever. But the idd hell would be wrnn;:. Each changing rla s pre- sents a changing tradition. The world moves slowly: hut each new graduate into its troubled hemi- spheres i a step towards a new civilization. A long way remains to go: the steps are halting — con- servative. But there is progress. This, ( )ld Hell, w ithin the sound of your very rinj;. is the proof of a changing world. STtvti J

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C L A S [Cp 1 1 R years, the bell in W Lngate ■ • Hall has sounded upon the tide of students who lia e passed through the doors of the I ni- versitj of Maine. From its loft tower, it lias seen them enter as Freshmen, grow into Sophomores, expand as Juniors, and then, when the Senior year arrives, move sadly from their University into the World. And. if the old hell could talk — sa e with the same mechanical mono- tone with which it has begun and ended a thousand classes — what a narrative it might unfold. Matters of little moment; matters of much. Through days and years it has watched them —

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■ In memory of Carleton ( ). Wilson, of Medford Hillside, Mass., ;i member of the class of 1936, fatally injured April 22, 1933, this section of the Prism is dedi- cated. 28