Creighton University - Bluejay Yearbook (Omaha, NE)

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V You ' ll never see Its like again Come running. I have a year to show you. What if this year is a bit out at the pockets; what matter if it must smile through tears and is given to sudden rages? What matter if it rained in the fall and your stomach went acid before each test? What if you wore yourself out flitting I ike an impatient ghost around the borders of mixers? What if you marched for the causes too often and your grades slipped, or you let the causes go hang and felt guilty about it? Remember the people you met, the ideas you knocked your head against, the feeling that the world was moving and that you were moving with it? This is not such a bad year. Here . . . polish up this hangover a bit, smear a little glue between the ragged edges of the friendship, stick a prop under this term paper, touch up this boring Sunday with a bit of paint. And take it. For what it ' s worth. Take it as you will, you will never see its like again. IV. ;♦ Hit. I -« '

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PI It ' s no use now to look and guess Who ' s the person in the back? It ' s no use now, to look at these photos, and guess which will some day decorate post office walls and which will be embla- zoned on magazine covers. They show the surface: John McGillicuddy, his earthly visage as seen on a certain day in October of the Year of Our Lord 1972. You will seek in vain here for the clue to John ' s character, his hopes and fears, the substance of his conversations with his roommate late at night. Wait a bit. The artist is not done with his carving. There is more ahead for these faces: under- done eggs, late nights in bars, automobile payments, the soft touches of love, com- mon colds, inner cries, sicknesses that shake the body, shame that shakes the soul, the salvation of sacrifice for others. After all this is done, there will be time enough to haul the old book out and giggle or weep over each picture in turn, and say, Who would have guessed it?