Eastern Mennonite School - Shenandoah Yearbook (Harrisonburg, VA)

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EMPLOYEES Many things make up a day. Likewise, many people contribute to the bustle of a daily routine of both small and important activities. The dining hall fills up, empties, and fills up again. The College Shoppe opens with an inviting coffee aroma for late risers, and sends people away at 10 p.m. with ice cream cones for midnight book- worms. It is one thing for a professor to write up a test, and quite another to make enough to go around so that no student is slighted. Although students are workers of the mind, they still mind such things as untidiness and cold tem- peratures. Maybe we don’t always notice these jobs when they are done, but the work left undone would soon show us how much we are indebted to their services. SECRETARIES: Mrs. Esther Wert, Laura Histand, Mary Florence Shenk, Mrs. Velda Glick, Ula R. Martin, Helen Zehr, Alta Mae Heatwole, Betty Mosemann. COOKS: Lola Heatwole, Mrs. Rhoda Shenk, Nannie Showalter, Ollie Good, Gladys Coffman, Ada Burkholder, Annie Wenger. COLLEGE SHOPPE: Mrs. Doris Berkey, Florence Horst, Ruth Driver. HOUSE-MOTHERS: Mrs. Dora Wyse, Edith Wen- ger, Mrs. Vada Shank. ENGINEERS: Wade Shank, John Shank, Luke Showalter, Wylie Shifflett, Ammon Heatwole.

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MARGARET M. SHENK, M.A. in SAMUEL Z. STRONG, M.A. in L.S. Rel. Ed. Assistant Librarian Field Secretary ♦ BOOK STORE: Mrs. Dorothy Kreider, Mrs. Helen Miller, Bern- ard Martin. Mrs. Susie Schlabaeh. nurse; Mrs. Ruth Hobbs, monitor; Milo Stahl, Assistant Dean of College Men.

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WE BUILD THE MEANING What passing voices fill these halls. What lasting choices echo on the wall From which the clock stares, daring to disturb The chimes, the recurring rhyme of time Upon tlie lines of history and tomorrow? The appetite of speech reaches forward into silence, Suffering violence by die wondering, pondering Pendulum, and the impact of this hour Gives up its meaning slowly. Profound words resound The memory of moments, but sit with crossed Knees in the corners of our consciousness. Have we paused too long for applause, forgetting The cause or the call? We must face the indifference Of dawn; the night and day pawn not their answers. Let the wind speak through the crack under the window. For in the afternoon the shaft of sunlight With its finger at the crevice points us out; Answer the light, though it ends with smears of scarlet On a winter sky. Knowledge has lodged; in preparing, we have compared, Have dared the spectacular attack. The lofty lift of nose of one who knows, Have shared die mute hut mutual ecstasy of mystery, Our minds a mint of many maxims—there is yet the maximum; Beyond the surface scratching of a schoolboy’s pencil, We must merge vocation with the invocation; Servants, wise as serpents, harmless as doves, Living interpreters of love, life-giving love, Giving love life, until the hovering Dove Shall cover the bruised Serpent. Senior Class Poem Written by J. Herbert Martin ... OF A FUTURE