University of Maine - Prism Yearbook (Orono, ME)

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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-

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The Memorial Union found a place in campus life. pears, leaving everything clean and the earth spongy; then, before you know it, April is spring. . . . The trees bud, the sky comes over blue again and the branches of the fir trees are washed all over in it. Even the dead Stillwater dressed with the new foliage looks half alive. . . . The sky couldn ' t have been so blue be- fore, the elms couldn ' t have had such gold dust on them before, and the robins didn ' t sing be- fore, and the grass didn ' t come up green . . . . . . Sam. come here and see if this is a run-on sentence? Look, you borrowed that tennis racquet last fall some time — what d ' you mean, you returned it? If you ' d returned it, wouldn ' t it be in its case in the closet? See. here ' s the case, all covered with dust, and no racquet in it . . . You must know what you did with it. You used to play last October and never put it back . . . Same ' s you did with my golf clubs. What would you say if I lost your fishing tackle or that air gun you ' re always playing around with? . . . Here I want to play tennis with Betty and haven ' t got a racquet . . . What?? . . . Don ' t be silly — Well. I ' ll look, but I don ' t — Well, so it is. Under the bed. Ha. guess I forgot to put it away that night I was chasing that mouse with it . . . Sorry, Jim — Ya, ... I know . . . Ya. I ' m