Concordia College - Concordian Yearbook (Bronxville, NY)

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Then, after graduation day, a few of us stayed over . . . and in this building, over cups of coffee and circulating yearbooks we put off our time of departure with what we then called a final, carefree get-together . . . and as those last few minutes crept imperceptibly by, we realized that this gath- ering bad for its sole purpose a last minute attempt to hold in our grasp once more the memories and feelings we had shared and came to love in these past years together . . . Then, one by one, we said goodby . . . false gaiety dwindled proportionately with dwindling numbers . . . now, only a small group ... a last cup of coffee ... a last cigarette . . . and the lonely silence of an empty dining hall . . . 66

Page 69 text:

65 . . . The official gathering- place for our banquets and parties, things notable for side-splitting entertainment and sober, sometimes sleepy speeches . . . Where we held our ' Get-Acquainted and Thanksgiving banquets, the Christmas party and the all- male hilarity which followed it . . . Building Fund and Basketball — Farewell ban- quets . . . Where we rubbed elbows with our profs in ho- mey, casual surroundings, and gave evidence to that family atmosphere which so thoroughly characterizes . . . Concordia . . . Brinks between exams . . coffer . . Graduation day . . Excitement . . our folks . . handshakings, congratula- tions . . Last-minute address exchanges . . See you over the summer . . tears, farewells . . After Graduation Exercises, in the deepening twilight . . I mler the early maple leaves, just outside the gym . . . J

Page 71 text:

67 Music A n J y Big, beautiful Gorman House . 7. with its solid, white-pillared porch . . . with its encircling groups of delicate hemlocks, and tremendous old silver maples . . . Gorman, whose halls and spacious rooms echoed with the sounds of Music, that in- spiring element of our life at Concordia, which helped to make this year so beautiful . . . where with chords and shadings we blended our voices and instrumental sounds into bits of praise and ex- pression . . . beautiful things . . . fully expressing! the vitality and sincerity of those younger years ... things that had their source in the remotest areasfc of our youthful hearts ... In the Fall - the trees outside joined with us, as the fingers of the evening wind moved through their string-like branches . . . moulded the voices of their limbs into deep, rich, and mysterious tones . . . into whispering, melan- harmouies.