Beloit College - Codex Yearbook (Beloit, WI)

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President Croneis and Professor Eells entertain Carl Van Doren tcenterl, one of the many distinguished lecturers brought to the campus during the year. The summer field trip to- Diamond Bluff . . . all work and no play? ttBrave college of the west . . fj when everyone who might remember us here has been graduated and long since gone away, when there is no one left here to recall any of this time, the memo- ries of each day we ever knew, will stay in the air; that was the September we stood in long registration lines, that was the autumn of the torch light pa- rade down College Street election night, that was the Christmas we all sat down for dinner together in the Field House, the March when nearly a lifth of us went down to Kansas City for the basketball finals. Spring came faster than we remembered, and we knew too suddenly that there would always have to be torchlight parades and trumpets and drums along Col- lege Street and bonfires and snake- dances and voices singing late at night, when the housing units would be gone from around the dormitories, when the new-look and the new-length would PAGE 11

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.mv.ag;.4...;;.u.-.ai.g.y.;gng.,.'-- ,,. ,. - , . . - r, . ' . . .4...1...Mc....r .M...- :.; w. r . . ;, .. . . .. ; . .. . . ,.., place us exactly in time, like racoon coats and the Charleston have placed those before us, when the new consti- tution would be old, or in need of changes ' again. That was the year when the last of the people who were once interrupted by the war were finally graduated. That was the year when there were no more of us returning, who could re- member the vacant lot where the Field House has been built, or the empty' spaces now hlled with the lodges and wooden shacks. There should be others with us somewhere in the long line wearing black gowns and filing slowly under the elms in June, and some of us will have to remember them forever. Will it be any wonder then, that our hearts will always quicken when, far from here, and a long time from now, we hear a different piano, or another band, or people we don,t know begin the Hail to thee our alma materh? The long-awaited day when the seniors step up to receive their diplomas. v-uvhbmkma . ,.;,,.