Earlham College - Sargasso Yearbook (Richmond, IN)

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CONFESSIQNS I've heard in the shadow of the Pines. But no regrets I'1l ever yield For the teamwork on the hockey field, For the basketball, baseball, and track- Exertion? Oh-my achin, back! I'm a female version of Sad Sack! But I'd do it over-and the yells- I guess you know how Earlham spells And the sweet tone that's the Victory Bell's. For we were the senior sweater set, And really whooped it up-you bet! And overflowed the Commons when We'd seen the Fighting Quakers Win. Though we were blue A year or two But then We all have found it true That silence is most eloquent To capture all the time we spent Waiting-much to our chagrin- To have that certain train come in. And now they say at last that maybe My work is finished for an AB., That I have filled my head with facts, My soul with hope, my heart with contacts. And I am ready now to face The world-and Earlham is a place I will forgetg the years with you, My friends, fthe senior trip-shu-shulj I can't forget-because I know That there will be, as seasons go A memory that is set apart For Earlham- shrined in every heart, As longing takes me back until My dreams her stately halls will fill Guarded by elms and maplesu still. Page fifteen

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OUR C0fED When I achieve my great success Sometimes I'll get the urge, I guess, To come to Earlham and confess That I would give my costly shack If I could come the long way back And see, just as I used to do The walk to Carp still wet with dew At 8-and the cupola in blue Still outlined there against the sky 'Where the buzzing kay-dets used to Hy- Or meet a few Of the gals I knew Or the guy I gave my young heart to Before I learned how strange the thing That comes to Earlham in the spring. And how odd the things you're apt to say Down by the kicking post some day Or night-when the warm and haunting breeze Steals sweetness from the tulip trees. It's hard to tell-I may regret Assignments that I didn't get, The ex Glls I never met, And the times I cut for the afternoon Or slept through Chapel-and the moon That made me but a shadow shape Up and down the fire escape, As I, in eager quest of thrills, Conducted private fire drills. But I gave the dorm Fourth-year reform And it stills The conscience-pricking storm Of guilt. And the memory grows dim Of the times I wandered in the Cem To the glass tombstone-and the myriad lines Page fourzeen

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THE GI'S GET WISE The fall of ,45 found Earlham facing a new and welcome problem-how best to help the returning G. I. Enrollment figures, once down to a bare minimum, began to look respectable once again, coeds gazed unbelievingly at the strange new additions wearing the style of the season-a mixture of uniform and civvies . . . and began to shape schemes of things to come . . . to revive the almost forgotten arts of the fair sex. The problem of filling out federal forms . . . the joy of receiving that first govern- ment check . . . the convenience of a book store account . . . the joy of seeing a long lost buddy . . . all punctuated the period of getting used to the routine of classes and . . well, just routines in general. For some ex-servicemen the biggest prob- lem was that of housing, and by the spring quarter South Bundy was definitely a family affair. Meanwhile college officials toiled in- cessantly to complete plans for larger and more convenient quarters for married veterans. There was special joy in welcoming back E. Cfs wandering sons . . . and joy no less sincere in greeting her new ones. H.XPP1LS' IMRRIED. 57, - ' 5 . 'ir' ' Wim Page sixteen