Eastern Nazarene College - Nautilus Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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NALJTILLIS I937 SENIQRS CGt'aduatir1g in anuary 1938 EUNICE S. LEVENS Newport, Rhode Island Theology There are eyes half defiant. Wild strawberries - sage tea - Lady Rowena polishing brassgyellow water- lilies-clouded amber. Eunice begged me not to mention a certain blond young man in het write-up and so sweetly did she plead that I'll say nary a word about him-nor will I make mention of the oversized portrait she has of him. Rest easy, Eunice, your wishes will be respected. Being an assistant dean hasn't dampened Eunice's light-heartedness, albeit she couples it with a sweet, womanly dignity -and a trace of feminine curiosity. Don't misunderstand me. From her honest eyes of blue shines spirituality, shines seriousness of purposeg shines gentle- ness of spirit-shines the soul of noble womanhood. RUTH E. MooRE Warren, Pennsylvania Biological Science Eyes so transparent, That through them one sees the soul. Faithful, persevering Ruth. What shall we say of her? Those of us who have as- sociated with her through the past few years have often been put to shame by the sight of her industriously tracing the nervous system of a mudworm. Put an amoeba on one end of a micro- scope and Ruth on the other, and you have a picture of a perfectly contented science student. Too, Ruth is famous for her parties which are so enjoyable that those fortu- nate enough to be invited just can't break away, even though the bugaboo of the re- tiring hour hangs over them. May your paths lead into pleasantplaces, Ruth, paths of contentment and peace.

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I937 NALJTILLJS stkuoias fGraduating in January, 19385 I WILLIARI W. GARLAND Wollaston, Massachusetts English and History All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. Bev asked me whom I wished to have do my write-up, hut after thinking over the matter I decided perhaps I'd hetter do it myself. After all, I can't afford to take any chances. I imagine several of my good friends would like to write me up4in fact, several have expressed a desire to string me up! but I'm not one to take chances. I shudder when I think what Ruthie Fader or Parson Bob might say. No, I'll play safe and write my own. Here 'tis. I'm not such an awful had sort after you get to know me. 'CEditor's Note: Mr. Garland is the author of the Senior write-ups.j RUSSELL A. KLEPPINGER Easton Pennsvlvania 7 . Psychology The curious questioning eye that plucks the heart of every mystery. I must tell this on Russ. He was cutting my hair one time long ago and when he got to the shall-I-shave behind-the-ears stage I, being lulled into a false sense of security, told him to go ahead. He shaved the left side and then, with a self-satisfied voice of achievement, acknowledged con- tidingly, D'ya know, this is only the second time I've ever done this? Isn't that like Russell, though? He faces each new problem confidently and says with great self-assurance, Sure, I can do thatufeand goes ahead and does it. Picture: Kleppie unfastening his coin purse to make change for a customer.

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l937 NALJTILUS sersuoias Q iiduating in January, 1938D Naomi RUTH SMITH Moultrie, Georgia English People forget that it is the eye which makes the horizon. Although Naomi Ruth was here before, it is only during the past year that I've really begun to know her. At hrst I was a bit dubious about Naomi Ruth Ces- pecially when she asked me if I ever went to Simmons CollegeD, but her constant cheerfulness and jolly disposition com- pletely disarmed me and I am glad to know her as a friend. You who read this doubtless applaud her efforts in building up our library and admire her for her lady-like qualities QChaucer would call it gentillesse j, but unless you saw het impersonating a man shaving himself you've missed seeing one side of Naomi Ruth's personality. Romznr YOUNG Cleveland, Ohio Theology The language of his soul told through his eye. I recall the cadence of your voice, the twinkle of your eye, your smile whimsical and your lazy grace-I recall your little inconsistencies which make you so delight- fully human. My first recollection of you, Bob, was in English Lit. class where you wore a look of utter hopelessness as the career of Beowulf unfolded. I-lopelessness gave way to dumb despair, and taking your Celtic courage in one hand and your books in the other you tiptoed from the course. You have a blending of idealism and materialism in your nature, Bob, a blend- ing that I can best describe by comparison -Don Quixote selling real estate. May the Lord bless you --and our friendship.