University of Maine - Prism Yearbook (Orono, ME)

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Drink to Maine, our Almo Mofer, The college of our hearts always. 1 r f ' ' -r ,1

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Jisstns 111 the rain . . . Who was that tall guy you were with last Saturday night? . . . Really? ... a real dud? . . . Oh, you ' re going out with him this week end. too? Ya, I know, sometimes you just can ' t get out of it. . . . Think I ' ll play Ricochet again. I love Teresa Brewer! I ' ll compete with that guy who keeps playing I Wanna Be Evil . . . I ' ve got an awful lot of work to do before I go out . . . Bridge? . . . well, one hand . . . Drink to the careless days . . . From a tlieatre program. Bill- Keep plugging away at it. You ' ve made a swell debut. I ' ll never forget how twelve of us tried to pile into your car to go to Orono last night after the show! Best always — Bill— I ' ll never forget how we cleaned out the props closet and broke the only cup Herschel wanted. How we did beat it into Bangor and replaced it before he wanted it! We sure had fun! Good luck. Bill! You were a great help on lights, even if you did nearly electrocute me! Thanks, loads. Bill— I nearly laughed myself sick every night of the show I saw you. Don ' t forget that night of dress rehearsal when I drew that handlebar The eroMcl tunieil out to ralih a iiatli lo tlie I iiioii.

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moustache on you and you went on stage with it! Best of luck ever. Drink to Maine, our Alma Mater, The college of our hearts always. . . . Your sister graduate today? My cousin. Hot . . . Terribly humid. It ' s 1 :30. The show gets on the road at 2:00, I think . . . Must be 90 above. There ' s the class assembling on the mall. Look at the colors! . . . No, I don ' t know what any of them mean, either. Just something about what degrees they have and what colleges or departments they ' re in . . . They do look impres- sive, though, don ' t they? . . . Look at that park- ing lot! More cars today than at the Homecom- ing game. . . . I ' m melting in this suit! . . . Traffic tie-up. Poor campus police have their hands full . . . Hi, Al, you lucky so and so. Don ' t be so smug, you ' ll miss it all next year when you have to go out and work for a living. . . . Who ' s salutatorian? No kidding, 3.9? And I ' m so happy with my 2.5 . . . We ' d better go in and find a seat . . . Wow, isn ' t this place packed! We ' ll swelter! . . . What smells so good? Oh, the fir boughs decorating the platform . . . Can you see all right from here? . . . Everyone ' s quieting down. It ' s about to start. What ' s the organ playing? March Celebre? National Anthem — stand up. Pheew, it ' s hot . . . When will those speeches end? I wish they ' d just confer the diplomas and get it over with. They must be sweltering in those gowns. . . . Look at them smile when they get that diploma. Ya, I guess I ' ll miss the old place, too, Zeke handed over the reiii». A Doe listens in. when it ' s all over. Come to think of it, I dread the idea that I ' ll be going through registration for the last time next February. Funny, isn ' t it? . . . I mean, we ' ve always hated those lines and con- ferences . . . Oh, well, one more stepping stone and all that. . . . Ya, the ROTC boys wear their uniforms to get their commissions. I hope it isn ' t this hot next year . . . those uniforms are heavy . . . Well, it ' s all over for them. Four years go fast . . . you feel kinda sad? Ya, me too. Perk up, old girl, we ' ve yet another year to drink to Maine, our alma mater. Come on, I ' ll drive you into town. To the trees, to the sky. To the spring in its glorious happiness . . . . . . The spring rather creeps up on the cam- pus. In March the air starts to smell sweet and young again, but there ' s still slush underfoot and it rains so often. But when April comes most of the slush gets grey, dirt-streaked, and disap-