University of Maine - Prism Yearbook (Orono, ME)

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let’s sing it. to next year’s eleven.” 1 lien, a lew days later, they returned to a snowbound cam- pus. They went into the library and sat in the Hass Room and relaxed, and they went to the Hook Store and the Radio Guild, to Carnegie and the Gym and to classes in Stevens. Aubert. Lord Hall. Coburn, and they sat in their rooms in the dormitories and fraternity houses and talked about the vacation and about the year, and some sentimental cuss said that lie- had grown as a human being by going to ilu- I 'ni- versity o! Maine: someone said that, after all. this was a pretty good school, and that he wouldn’t change it for any other: someone agreed with him. The hand of llie clock of the L'niversity of Manic have ended their journey, and we have gone with them. experienced what they have experienced. and ice. too. stand, ready for the neu year. The hands are only a little timeworn, hut not dispirited. not disheartened. for this has been a good year, an active year, and we are better people for out experiences. We can look at the hands of our clock and be pioud of the (mil they have wended, be proud to have been able to walk with them along this journey, this 12 horn. 12 month journey through a college year. Thank God for this experience. If has made us better people in a world that is crying for better people. The hands have ceased. Come, siring on them and may your journey be as great a one as this you have read. Theodore Gross I rfir reghnr hn ihr tirreks. Shall leave their impress on thy brow, . . . 21

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liaising I he l» ll. his talents, and Maine was missing the tall center. The indoor track team, however, looked promising and Coach Jenkins promised a win ning season. In the field of politics veteran vote-getters annexed three ol the class presidencies. Greg Macfarlan became the Senior (lass president. Duke Walters the Junioi president. Stan l.avery the Sophomore president, and (’hip Moody the Freshman president. 'The Good Will chest drive was underway and Stan l.avery. Ed Huff. Marjory Robbins, and Bob I.itman were active in making the drive successful in the succeeding months. I he blood drive was begun with Dick Still- ings c hosen as chairman; a capacity crowd filled Memorial gymnasium for Christmas vespers; six sororities pledged 7‘t girls; the Varsity Sing- ers perlormed at All Souls Church in Bangor; Scabbard and Blade held their Annual initia- lion: the Riflemen faced a busy schedule; the New Absence Rules went into effect on Dec. 20; Brothers Jack and Jim Butterfield were elected to captains ol next year's football team; Maine Choruses on Air with Monsanto Chemical Co.; Fall I louse Parties swept the campus, and bands filled the Fraternity Houses with music, and fra- ternity men with their girls went on outings to Bat Harbor, Pushaw Pond. Hampden, and Ed- dington. December, with all its cold, brought warmth to every facet of campus life. And then vacation came, and the year was over. Everyone hurried home for their Christ- mas nights at home, for their New Year's Eve parties, making resolutions to begin the new year with certain improvements, certain cor- rections. A light covering of snow was on the ground, and lire tracks pressed the snow on the ground. Winter was being born. When we re- turned in January we could be ready for a snowy season. Winter vacation meant rest—complete rest. It meant glancing back at what was behind and looking forward to the road ahead. In the midst (»1 loud New Year's Eve parties Maine students could be heard saying, “See our team this year- shut out everyone': “Remember Bogdanovich going through for 10 yards at a clip? ; “Wester- man's a slavedriver, but it certainly paid off’’: Hate to go back and take finals, wish they didn't have 'em ; “Let's sing the Stein song— Orono Bridge 1910.

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W hile (Ik- year passed, and students were go ing Irom c lass to c lass, studying;, playing, attend ing rallies and football games, making records for themselves and their school in sports and other activities. s|Holding social hours in the Snack Bar. hull sessions. and dances, these and other students were recording as completely and ac c uralelv as possible the results ol the work of the personalities on campus and their activi- ties. rims during the spring semester ol 1951. the task was again begun ol publishing lor the lifts■-ninth time a complete summary of a yeai at the I'niversity of Maine, not only for the en joyment of the student body, but also as a record for those who follow to see what the students at the I'niversity ol Maine had accomplished dur- ing one year. W hile lighting went on in Korea, and corrup- tion in government was disclosed, many stu- dents wondered just what there was worth studying for in these times when no man fell secure, and many a man was dying in battle. Still others realized that regardless l the times, the work must go on. the- personalities and events of today must belelt for all time, in hopes that perhaps by recording our joys and sorrows, success and mistakes, others would see where the pitfalls lie. and perhaps take a better course. For idealism does not die: each new genera- tion brings it with them. Forces beyond control n v to snull it out. and for some these forces arc successful. But for us. we are yet too young to be discouraged. There is much for us to do and so little- lime to do it. The battles of guns and munitions will not be- fought by everyone, but the battle for men's minds will go on forever. Men will die on the battlegrounds, and the war will be called tin justified—a political football, training ground for another war. and yet we will continue to not vote in our elections, to suffer the disease ol apathy at every turn, hunt for sec urity by increasing our bank account, and rationalize with what's the use. anyway.” Hut there are those who do go to the polls, do fight for better government, do spend a lifetime working for the public , do get out of their chair of apathy. Look back to your college career ten years from now. Remember what you were thinking then, the things you were doing, and what you planned to do. Are you bringing up a son who will die in a battle ol guns, ideologies, or dis- ease' What have you clone about it—sit back and say. I he world owes me everything, I didn’t ask to be born.” ’t our c hild didn't ask to be born either, but we are born, and life is given to us to do with as we like. I he past is gone, the future before us. Do with it as you like; it is there for the using. Jean Dolloff The last day. Through weal or woe, through dark or bright, 22