Eastern Mennonite School - Shenandoah Yearbook (Harrisonburg, VA)

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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

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SENIORS Mr. Irvin Horst and his wife, Ava, with their children, Daniel, Marlise and Rachel. FRONT ROW: Nancy Fisher, treasurer; Rebecca Hartzler, secretary. BACK ROW: Richard Stoltzfus, business manager; Robert Hostetler, vice-president; John Rutt, president. Once oriented, processed, lectured to, and tested, a group emerges at the top known as “the crop.” Having explored for four years the tangible and intangible, the idea and ideal, the college senior has learned to understand and to tolerate, to ac- cept and reject according to his own interpretation of knowledge. With the development of an active mind and the recognition of the Holy Spirit as teacher, he begins the study of life with the atti- tude of the class motto, “In the Knowledge of Him.” This is the year of unreasonable class dues, argu- ments over choosing a class motto, acceptance into medical school, student teaching, the announcing of engagements, enragements over making up a postponed course, and of the sad or glad counting of days left until commencement. Friendships are taken a little less for granted under the shadow of graduation day. Then when names are appended with a B.S. or a B.A., the senior takes up pen to write the big sequel to the little written certificate known as a diploma. If you have ever spent an eve- ning visiting the friendly flat where the Horsts live, you have probably then sipped tea over a T. S. Eliot book till ten, (or you may prefer a coke with East Coker), and then, if you have not become a “patient etherised” in the literary and historical depart- ments of the apartment, there in- deed will be time to start at least a brief causerie on Dutch art, and Mrs. Horst can show you some fine examples. Behind the quiet scholastic face of Mr. Horst, a dry humor thrives along with the faculty for sensing problems deeply, making this fac- ulty member a remarkable spon- sor of the senior class. SENIOR CLASS SPONSOR 30