Eastern Nazarene College - Nautilus Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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The Campus VERY season at E. N. C. Nature exhibits her wonderful alchemy of color and change. In the Springtime the campus awakens. It blinks its eyes and the buds burstg it stretches out its long arms of weigela and there is a fuzzy bit of green or white at the end of every branch. Every budding tree. released from the dead brown of winter, says Rejoice! The Hrst time anyone walks up the wide driveway he walks slowly. Having passed the gate posts, the magnolia bush lures him on to examine more closely its waxen loveliness. The blossoms stand out delicate and pink against dark, leaf- less boughs. Near the drive a smoke bush spreads wide its low arms of feathery balls. Through the trees and around the curve ahead there is a glimpse of the girls' dormitory. On the right, the green slopes toward the tall bushes that partially hide the neighboring ground. The lawn is sheltered from the envious eyes of the dormi- tory by a garden of trees. This is the favorite background of pictures treasured in many albums. The red-bud tree ilaunts its brightness among the tall shrubs. The Chinese dog-wood answers the red-bud with its gaudy pink. The branches of the apple tree, touched with the yellow-green of new-born buds, make an arch over the long, narrow walk down to the dormitory door. Among the trees there is a suggestion of a path that winds around the fat snowball bush and loses itself at the foot of the old tree with the inviting bench around it. Here students of all the years have sat and dreamed. To the left of the drive is the stately Mansion which resembles a southern plantation home with its wide verandas, pillared portico, and glass doors. At the foot of the long slope of green lawn the old pine stands guard, just far enough away to see all that goes on. It is an old, old tree, weather-worn and a bit tired. Below the west veranda lies another wide lawn, at the foot of which is another row of beautiful trees. Here the leaves turn first in the Fall. A maple flings its gold, and the lilac hedge offers its reds and browns to make a background for the sturdy little fir. Autumn with reckless generosity bestows her lavish gift of color. The end of the campus is prettiest in Winter, when everything is glistening white except the chimney of the power plant that lifts its tall, dark red form. The trees themselves are crusted with glass and the small hedge is almost buried beneath the snow. Down the lane the smooth whiteness of a snowdrift looks like the entrance to an ice cave. All is still except for an occasional scamper of an industrious squirrel among the pine boughs. The white silent world is hushed in reverence. D. M. T., C '30, Page flezen

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