East Stroudsburg University - Stroud Yearbook (East Stroudsburg, PA)

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he College Campus A campus is an exciting place. It presents a constantly changing panorama that is as intriguing to the stranger as it is to those who are a part of it. The grounds, the buildings, and the moving figures merge to form, at this college, a never dull picture Evhich will be carried to other fields in the minds of all the stu- ents. They see it as it is on the first day of college life. A noisy group is gathered about the steps of Stroud Hall. Every one hails every one else. There is constant hand-shaking and much senseless laughter. The trees which fringe the walk are green. but darkened with summer's dust. The buildings are soaked with sun. Late summer flowers burn brightly. There is an un- used appearance about the grass. No paths have been worn across corners. The campus is filled with strange places, strange people, strange rooms. But the first day passes quickly. The summer wanes. Now the leaves are painted bright with autumn's pigments. They fall ankle-deep on the lawns. A football feeling pervades the air. The front steps are no longer filled with loungers. All have found niches for themselves: there is work to do. At intervals great groups collect about Iulia, the campus statue, to watch the antics of the Freshmen who are being initiated to college life. Saturday afternoons are filled with games. Then, one day, the railings go up on the steps of Stroud Hall: winter has arrived. The last leaf has fallen: the trees, once so beautiful, have become skeletons. Children from the training school sear carpets of snow with large figures which resemble pies cut into several servings. The campus has a settled look. Spring, however, comes at last. Tiny buds, miraculously green and shining, break out on the trees. Forsythia makes golden patches on the brown lawn. A small unnoticed tree steps forth in brilliant rosy blossoms outside the windows of the boys' dormitory. Groups walk forth in the tender evenings. The first white clothes are worn. Each year the whole metamorphosis is made, and with each change the mellowness of years helps to make our campus more appealing. New buildings will only change its face .for a while. and will bring with them the freshness that is always associated with youth. ln time they, too, will become an intrinsic part of it. The campus will live here when we are gone, a constantly chang- ing panorama, yet a panorama that follows the same patterns as it does today. '