Earlham College - Sargasso Yearbook (Richmond, IN)

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Dawn is iioreverl Blinds closely drawn Destroy it neverg halt stifled yawn To sleep bids farewell. Abrupt is tile Clan As the spitetui grey bell starts its morning Thus comes dawn - nothing can be done. 7:00 o'cloclc bellows as the alarm spins wiclcedly around, undisturbed by the sleepy tumbling ot its master's touch . . . A fall call ot toes mustered out to teel tor icy slippers . . . a torward pass at the window . . . a rumble and a thud as it responds... a groan trom the imperturable roommate who snuggles closer into the arms ot lvlor- pheus and Sheet, lnc .... Another pass, this time at a trozen washcloth which sticlcs to the raclc . . . into the hall, eyes open to be- hold, and lo, another belle begins the tinn- tinnabulating ot a day at Earlham . . . To the brealctast let us onl The time is switt and will be gone . . . Enters that auto- S 'Q A vs..-4 . 'vm ilarangue . . . crat ot the brealctast table, teapot totin' A. C. lnot D. C.l . . . surrounded by a tan polo coat, topped by an original Daniel Boone beaver . . . Out ot the East come other Bundles trom Bundy . . .a dull murmer punctuated by some budding conversational hazard . . . eggs, oranges, cereal . . . Pattee, Castator, and the order to take it ott come as a reminder that you'll be late tor your eight o'clock it you don't copy their speed. Drang nach Westen begins and Carp is tilled. Classes begin at 8:00 . . . Kisling's bolt slips comtortably in to its hilt, protecting him trom 8:02ers . . . 8:l0 sees J. A. Funston rapidly approaching and they-

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8 o'cloclc German, D. Johnson, Talcano, PeyTon M. RoberTs . . . Miss Dearden! gan.. 7:35 . . . loclced ouT. E. J. Mills, Sidwell, Decker. 're OTT3 he in The lead oT a rapid lecTure wiTh The odds 50-I in his Tavor aT The end oT The second lap . . . Mad rush oT Tinding a place lProTs preTer Tl-TE placel in your noTebool4 . . . pencil poised. . . Then ThoughTs oT The bed you leTT behind you rise To haunT . . . ThoughTs brolcen only by an embarrassing click as your pencil drops Trom your nerve- less hand and rolls slowly To The TronT oT The room. Again a bell awalcens you . . . you move To anoTher room, are greeTed by an- oTher proT, and valianTly you Try To concen- TraTe, all To no use. . .your mind seelcs sleep again . . . So Through The day you pass ouT Trom class To class, happily unconscious unTil The mornenT when The bell ends everyThing. All up? echoes incessanTly Through The posT oTTice . . . a crowd gaThers, Thins, crys- Tallizes around The window, quesTions, de- mands, grumbles . . . The conTrasTing buT