Bridgewater College - Ripples Yearbook (Bridgewater, VA)

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For helping us to understond the post ond to interpret the present, for encouroging us to speok intelligently through his octive porticipcition cis director ot debcite, tor his sincere interest in the individuol student, we ded- icote the 1966 Ripples to DR. ROGER E. SAPPINGTON. Probcibly no mortol mon will ever cichieve quite the per- fect bolonce of serious purpose ond sense of humor, keen informed intelligence ond worm syrnpothetic un- derstonding which Dr. Scnppington hos. 4

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THE BELLS RANG EVERY HOUR John Holmes The bells rang every hour from the tower in the trees In the springtime every day. A bell said, Go, And we went, from gym to Greek to chlorophyll, To coffee at ten in the morning, back to the Bible, And met the girls we were in love with, after class. We had been fourteen when the War was over, too young For that one, then, as it happened, too old for the next. We were graduated in nineteen-twenty-nine, a year, We were told at Commencement, great, the greatest, Opening out like a broad road up the map H From youth to yonder, to heaven, to anywhere. We shall never know so much as long as we live About God or verbs again, or be so in love. Here it is: bells, books, coffee, evenings in spring. Here's the night we walked. Streetlights. Leaves in rain. We made notes. We were very good at making notes On what the professor thought we thought he said, And at gazing at him and thinking of something else, Poems, maybe or maybe last night or something. Not Sacco and not Vanzetti, in the papers then. We were very important, were very busy, expected At all the dances, and always seen there dancing. We spoke our mind in print, in the college weekly, Definitely against the examination system. The bells rang every hour from the tower in the trees. What was it going to be like, we had asked ourselves? Everyone reading, we thought. The booksl The books! Not drudgery, but all blown in a new exciting light, Fiercely, and not indoors, but everywhere, Walking, working, talking everywhere about new ideas. College is a place where no one reads the papers. College is a long four years that will never end. But the secret of civilization was ours to ask for: A magic kneel in the classroom, rise, and know all. The thing for the map is the thick crowd of names, Not of heroes or readers, but names of those who were there, Assigned to our dormitories by the registrar, Chosen by upperclassmen to join our clubs, Beside us in lectures because of the alphabet, Therefore our friends. Only the careless and hard, The gay, the stubborn, the wild self-powered, were worth it, . And most of them never obeyed or heard the bells ln the stone tower, at twenty minutes past the hour. Their hour was midnight, or after, reading aloud, Talking, eating, listening to Bach and to Beethoven, Drinking coffee, laughing, talking, reading aloud, Working their way to France on a freighter, and home, Crazy and glorious, poor, always poor, and talking. Maybe the secret of civilization was this, off-campus, Proving that Dante is best if read in Italian, And somebody's new album of Brahms' First Symphony, Witty and careless, with coffee and more music, and midnight. ln the morning the President, by special appointment, Would see the editor, campus figure, and sleepy. lf only he could have been told, about Brahms, and Italian, And coffee and civilization and books and no money. And he could have been told, but l couldn't tell him. l couldn't tell him, and now l can't tell even myself. l can't coll back what it was l wanted to say. And what if he'd asked me how I liked the college? lt wos not what we thought, BETTER? Well, different. DULLEP P No. Different, not what we thought. WORTH IT? Yes, worth it. But not for the reasons they told us. THEN WHAT? For the people. For the professor of chemistry l hated, Who knew it, and showed me his dearest research, as if Two artists consulted, so shouldering me toward my art, For the professor whose B was precious, as some A's were not, For Tommy, for Peg, for Larry, for Chan, for Duke, And for the letter-carrier, and the night watchman. The seeing so many people, and naming them every day. For the people, the place, the times hung in memory, Nights on the Chapel steps whispering closely, or not, The crazy excitement of May in our senior year, - The last classes, the last everything, the remembering Supper hours warm and noisy at the fraternity house, The tired silence when at last the presses were running Too loud for talk when the college paper was yours And you knew every word in type in the forms by heart. O God, you say, that was all good, and it was good. Then they all come in a whirl of mornings and faces, Too many men and women, a photograph-album world. Here's the spring night we walked in, after the movies, Here's Broker Hall, I think this was our junior year. The book riffles. There's Gene remember Gene Goss he Played the banjo he died there's Henry remember Henry Thompson he died look there's what was her name look Mark's married who's that Jim l saw Jim the other day He asked for you who's-that-who's-Dave-there's-Joe- Where's-Joe-he-used-to-be-very-funny-shut-the-book. Shut the book. lt's a good book. But a long time ago.

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