Central Methodist University - Ragout Yearbook (Fayette, MO)

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'-,.i3h1:,:::l.sZZ1 :QilLE:L:e1il1g.ia:H .gs .4m.,..-,1gi,,-srl: l , . I l l l Morning ...And the great sprawling city swings into motion--pulsing with activity, throbbing with life--as the millions of tiny ant-people converge on the buildings. The morning sunlight, sifting through longitudinal Wisps of White industrial smoke, wipes the mist-filled air from the faces of the buildings leaving them to stand sharp and clean-cut with a just-scrubbed kind of beauty, Still refreshed, each takes up his work with purpose, and the complex interaction of the busy, social, How's the weather '? World grinds into high gear. A Rich Vyellows, clear blues, lively oranges, and Vibrant greens blend into thefmorning 'scene of country life. The last drop of dew glistens from the petal- folds of a rose where it still lies hidden from the rays of the sun, and the fields and- hills lie green and vital in the heady freshness of morning. The whole landscape seems to chuckle with the increasing warmth of day, In the valley, , the farmer begins to plow his fields. The city pace whirls on. The typewriters click faster...and faster. 6 8

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,iw 1 U- il in I Mid-da and Early Afternoon Shock of day! The harsh glare of the white-orange sun beats down steadily, steadily on the hot earth. The farmer pauses, wipes his foreheadg but sensing the deeper implications of his day's work, he continues persistently steering down the endless rows of fields. Shock of day! The intense light of afternoon leaves few corners unprobed, and the sharp geometric patterns and designs ofthe sweltering city stand outlined in stark relief. Behind the walls of the sweating buildings, heads bent in deep concentration reflect the seriousness of the work to be finished. In the field the farmer shades his eyes and looks at the sun as it descends the rounded curve of blue above him, Only fleetingly, he feels an excited calm-- a sense of accomplishment as he looks back over the long field already crossed and suddenly thinks of his return home. Then, doggedly, determinedly, he sets his face toward the last long section of his day's work. It must be finished well. The harvest will come. ' '5fi'EQQjl'.'75f'if7'f21ElQ f?7'lifjgf-'EfE!fiEiFj 3 , S'- ng' Ylffzfn f' H257 ' 7113-Y eiELF'f:v,, ,A-. . ' -:fl--'1- '-V- Y ,