DePauw University - Mirage Yearbook (Greencastle, IN)

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J. 4. 4, .u. .v. ,9 m . n. .,. .v. 4. a. .u .1. .1. .v, . u. ... m n. .9 '9 .p 1p q! t .v. .r. q. n. One generous inch of snow overnight HHwHHHHHtHHHHNHHNHtNXHHH and we are transformed. We see the graceful curve of a tree trunk. We laugh on a slippery sidewalk. Snowballsin the quad. dogs rolling squinty eyes ' red faces runny noses mittens high boots we are Children A snowball makes more sense than taking notes. The pen will write, obliviousto any weather. Snow demands to be tracked, to be shoved down the neck, to be photographed. The i c i c l l P s and falls, stabbing the ground to dig its own grave.

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Sidewalk artists everywhere. Do your own. Free Chalk. Treehouses in the Dells. And swings. Tripping out on her personally escorted seminars to the inner-sea. Nobody wants to hire a walrus. Oysters have it made. Mary Poppins suddenly remembers she has a date with Thibideau. tWiII he pin her or won't hen And convocations bore her. WILD APPLAUSE. Zooooooooooomp! She is f I o a t i n g up from the stage, shooting a corseted beaver over the crowd,floating out thefire escape door and gone. What? Huh! Oh . . . all this from looking out the window at umbrellas. Unfortun- ately, Mary Poppins is not behind the Iectern. The class YAWNS. Furtive looking at watches. ' The girl with swinging silver earrings . .. What doesshe thinkabout? Doesshethink? Trees are more interesting. Dozens of dittering earrings from dozens of branches. t Black branches. ' Rain soaks the trees to show their india inklines against the sky.

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Nature never waits to be cataloged, analyzed. It never asked for all those Latin names. tLlriodendron tulipferae obviouslydicotyledonousy Hell, man is such .a crazy namer of things. When spring comes, will you read your botany book? Go down to Big Walnut and sit on a log. Go swimming in the hidden quarry. Take a canoedown Sugar Creek and seeforyourself. Pink and white Dutchman's breeches along thelimestonecliffs. Violets, yellow ones too, down by the creek. Fiddlehead ferns in the woods. Redbud RIGHT HERE in lndiana. Not really from Japan? Look up the trunk of a tuliptree. Stoop down to find the Mayapple. Water rushing ov e r Cataract Falls. The civilized backyard yields a crocus a tulip a daffodil. I have my places. You find your own. Or 4...we can share ours together. For spring is here today, maybe tomorrow, but not forever.