Antioch College - Towers Yearbook (Yellow Springs, OH)

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Mary Alice White, Farmington, Michigan Stanley Booth Wise, Springyield, Ohio Allyn Seymour Wright, Erie, Pennsylvania Charles Edward Wright, Ir., Duquesne, Pennsylvania Iohn Howard Young, Brattleboro, Vermont Robert Wilson Brown, Greenville, Pennsylvania Buel Bice Hunt, Pasadena, California 66 ,

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Across the tea table, the glen dancing pavilion, in the re- fectory, down by the furnace, and in countless dorm rooms the battle raged. Were the future legions of Antioch to be known from Montauk Point to the Golden Gate, from, in fact, Iceland's greeny mountains to HaWaii's corl strands fmail thus ad- dressed should reach quondam assistant dean Arthur E. Houck, and points west as Buttercups, Violets, and Pansies, in all conscience, or were their eternal identities to be derived from Greek or Roman pantheon? Would We have Bachii, Venuses, Neptunes, Adonises, Aphrodites, etc., or perchance would the plan be so devised to distinguish us by astronomical terminology? There might, it was stoutly held, be the Pegasi, the Cassiopeans, the Saturnalians, the Moonshiners. Then there was the school which firmly stood its ground for a quasi-medical nomenclature frankly suggestive of cer- tain anatomical improvement cults, i.e., the Tonsilitics, Dia- betics, Gall Stone Quarryists, Fallen Archers, Distended Ab- domenites, Back Rubbers, Ioint Adjusters, Contract Hippites and Asthmaticians. Dismayed at the alarmingly increasing complexity of the situation Prexy Morgan quietly announced one morning to the assembled factions that until they could reach some agree- ment in the matter the three groups would be referred to in the official archives by the simple alphabetical designation in vogue ever since. 65

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,J' rl' THE WHISTLE This is not silence. Silence lies Between the night sky and the quickened earth Scents the boughs of a black hemlock Who wears the sunset as a pirate cloak. Silence is the music of resting hands, The beautiful, the worn hands Of those who have lived deeply. This is emptiness. Clatter and babble Of street cars and auto horns. Hollowness-these long dun halls, Square rooms, hard lights revealing nothing. This is futility-suffocation. Till the restless call of a train cuts the void, Memory and promise, Voice of worlds clean and deep 3 Answered By the jagged and salty bellow of a boat. 67