Antioch College - Towers Yearbook (Yellow Springs, OH)

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..--417, I strode out into the night. It was dark And damp And fresh After the rain. And the air smelled clean As it nipped At my hands And my face With a sting. WEST HALL For I was glad. What Youth could help but feel the quickening of all that was new and young. I turned my steps Away from the town. 126

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'ftiwsit A qj- jj HE Tropics is a harsh and uncompromising mistress. In this land nothing is sincere and very little goodg where a man will loan you his wife and kill you if V wi you cast the least reflection on his reputation, where a woman will hold light her favors but repair to church each morning and thank God for the pretty Howers, such being her sense of religion and virtue, where God gave the land sweet beautiful flowers but robbed them of their odor, such is the Tropics. In some cases she deals out fever, disease and tremors. In others she destroys intellects and makes tramps out of mother's joys. The idol of the college eight, the prize men and prides of the Alma Mater become as morons in her grasp. She robs them of their dignity and self respect and places in their stead, scorn and disgrace. The receiver takes all, complaining loudly, incessantly, but still stays for more. These individuals sit amongst their companions and laud to the skies the virtue of their wives or Sweethearts back home, then in sleep awaken the night with their cries rehearsing again a carouse with some nigger harlot. From the ordinary diary of a seaman. By an Antiochian who has been there. I25 I

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The bare trees, Yet not bare, For the slightest trace of laccry, Outlined against the sky, Greeted me In the name of Nature, And beckoned me on Into the night. In the west A faint light Showed Where the clouds were breaking up. The puddle at my feet. Reflecting, Man's inhabitation. Water still tinkling down the water spout Sang of the rain That had been. A rooster Vllarming to his early matins, Roused distant neighbors To similar effort. And a dog barked As I turned into the blacker shadow Of West Hall Cut out and laid upon the lawn. Through the pines, then, And the wind snapping in my face again. 'What fun to be alive. 127 .