Eastern Kentucky University - Milestone Yearbook (Richmond, KY)

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The doors open and close briskly on a cold, clear winter day. Though the bright sky makes the outdoors seem inviting, your fingertips tingle when you enter a warm building. Chatting over a hot cup of coffee with a professor or friends — singing around the piano in the Student Union — a crackling log fire in the lobby — a concert or play in the auditorium — with so much warmth and friendliness indoors, the harsh, cold winds lose some of their sting. From inside, the winter scene gives a feeling of security and contentment . . . 10

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The rainy days at Eastern seem sometimes to out-number the fair ones — but rain fails to dampen our spirits as much as our feet. The warm friendliness of the grille in the morning — bright classrooms, and the happy noise of busy students — watching a television program or joining a card game in the next suite during a free period — club meetings, evenings in the library, a date for the campus movie or ball game . . . and as the still-wet day comes to an end, the softened lights along the campus drive glow a misty good night , to the accompaniment of the tower chimes . . .

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Doors are opened wide to the cool breezes of early spring — the smell of wet earth, rain, and budding shrubbery chases any traces of the winter ' s chill and gloom. Sunshine streams in classroom windows — shouts and clanking swings echo from the playground — singing, laughing people crowd the Student Union steps — convertibles fold their tops down for the new look — lazy after- noons at Boonesboro beckon — all so much a part of this life we love — of Eastern. Now we are graduating. Senior activities keep our days busy and filled. There is little time for sadness at the prospect of leaving — this is what we have worked for these four years. Our freshman days seem dimmed by time and distance — the present passing too rapidly. We receive our degrees and turn from Eastern to the future for which she has so thoroughly prepared us, tucking these last moments away for remembrance as we step through the open door into the sunshine . . . 11