Brown University - Liber Brunensis Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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N Saturday night the computer shuts its big glass eye. We took a break too. We needed a place to take our Pembroke dates. Of course the Meehan Auditorium is indispensable now. Hockey is no longer a novelty at Brown. We stood in line a long time for seats at that big hockey game; and the walk over to Pembroke added to our spirits. The whole atmosphere of the Meehan arena was spirited. The roof is gigantic, rounded, and brilliantly lit. Everyone could see the glittering ice clearly from the tiers of chairs lining the great hemisphere. Intramural hockey and in- formal skating were fun here; everyone learned to skate when Meehan auditorium came to Brown. But Saturday night marked Meehan's finest hours. We saw Homecoming concerts here and mobbed recitals here. And we goaded and cheered when the players soared over the dancing oval deep in the center of the excitement.

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HE spirit is more scientific in the new bi- ology lab. The windows are small and in rows; but maybe if you counted them all up there's more glass than in the computer's big eye. We watched the biology lab sprout majes- tically up in the no-man's land between Faunce House and Pembroke. The architecture is mod- ern, but it blends pleasingly with Faunce's time-honored arch. The inside is thoroughly in- spirational. Decorous buffs and cremes greet the visitor of austerely straight corridors and shiny laboratories. Biological research isn't new to Brown. In fact, it is one of our strong points. The complicated apparatus which crams all four stories has its brothers in Arnold Lab and An- gell Hall. Soon the first crop of Brown medical students will operate the apparatus and look out of these linearly arranged windows at the Pembrokers going to class. Pembrokers and a medical school are welcome at Brown. A lot of us met Pembrokers at the library. We met them for the first time, and we met them night after night after night after night over books and a polished table top. We smoked and talked to them in the smoking room. And we glanced at them over the tops of weighty tomes and ponderous pages. Sometimes we talked to them whisperingly in the stacks; and sometimes we paused from Pembroker or book to look out at Providence below. When the commencement procession marched up to the Van Wickle Gates last time, it passed a new lookout post on sprawling Providence. The new library grew slowly. The building crane stood a long time awaiting its envelopment of stone and mortar. The new library waxed spec- tacular in every way; it was bigger and better and more expensive than anything Brown had built for a long time. The building symbolized for us the new Brown; but Brown is new every day and every hour so long as she keeps grow- ing. The new library will hold old books. Brown's collecting dates back two hundred years now. The ever present, ever changing Brown is built on tradition; but the tradition is a reality. True, we have our ethereal tradition. We have our effusive spirit and our college songs. But we have a lot more. We have a campus and a fa- culty. We have positive achievements and un- recorded firsts. Yes, Brown has her books. She has enough to fill up that spectacular new li- brary. We took a lot of books with us when we left Brown. We took the books the bookstore wouldn't pay us sufficiently for and the books we half-memorized. Alongside the books, we took our great collective memory of Brown. We took a volume of knowledge and a chapler of four years growth; and we took that ever vivid mixture of warmth and wonder that we can never fathom or outgrow.