Campbellsville University - Maple Trail Yearbook (Campbellsville, KY)

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I I I U I , mv' TO TI-IE SENIORS Four years of footsteps in the snow . . . but at last it spring and . . . TI-IE SPIRIT IS NOW! 7

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51 I Av' the radio which was telling me who was in the hospital from Podunk to Hog I-Iollow. There was a record player attached to the PA system but it was rarely used. Supper over I readied for the play, went to it, and retired . . . I woke up and looked around me. I was drenched in sunshine and a robin was singing to me from a blossoming tree outside my window. I lept from bed and threw open a window and was embraced by a warm spring breeze. I hurridly dressed and started for the high school where I was doing my student- teaching. After all, I was a Senior and on my way to meet the world. My Senior year had been probably my best. So much had hap- pened, although there Was a lot being left for others to make happen. Bob and the S.G.A. were making new inroads in student-faculty relations while giving the students a bigger voice in policy making. Even though the organization was but an infant, the students were going to have two class- mates sitting with the Board of Trustees the next year. Many no -no's still prevailed and with every horizon captured, a new one would appear. But progress is never instantaneous but rather an evolutionary process. While my mind was on progress, I decided to stop by the new gym on my way back to cam - pus and perhaps take a swim. Never before had Campbellsville College witnessed such a surge of progress as the new J. K. Powell Gymnasium. A new home for the Tigers, a junior-size Olympic pool, a weight-lifting room, the works! The final bell rang and I think I beat half of my students out of the room. Running across the yard I saw a butterfly sunning itself on a morning glory. I winked at it and it just sat there, slowly moving it's wings back and forth. Then I saw itg I saw my four years be- fore me in a flash. When I was a Freshman, graduation seemed as far away as the sun. When I was a Sophomore it waited upon the moon. When I was a junior it dwelt among the trees. And now, the dawn--like the morn- ing glory, it was here and opening up a whole new world for me. Soon the lamb-skin would be mine but I wouldn't forget my Alma Mater. Always it would hold a memory-filled corner of my heart. I-IOOT

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