Central Methodist University - Ragout Yearbook (Fayette, MO)

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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 ,

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