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we could get there, too. The slim, stern-faced man had been hard at work in his usual quiet way and lo! — WERS-FM. There was no silence from a lady in the drama department, either. (You remember; the lady with the hat.) Dodsworth, Othello, State Of The Union, Winterset, Idiot ' s Delight, and Bravo were all forthcoming and were triumphs in which we had a share. And that big, important event. The Junior Prom. Charlie Bern ' was our choice as Queen and she was a perfect choice— if we do say so. 1 he Louis XI and the Somerset became a tradition. We began to find out that the loud sigh was fundamental and that the study of cerebral palsy was a toughie”. Things we were doing were becoming history. September, 19‘ 0: we looked at the clock and realized that we were seniors; the upper- classmen. We hid an occasional freshman from a vengeful sophomore and realized that we couldn’t get any studying done in the smoker. The slim, stern-faced man had left us to help Uncle Sam out of a hole and although we didn’t like to see him go, we knew that if anyone could do the job, Chuck” Dudley could. A man with a moustache, a voice, and a profoundly sensitive intellect took over the speech department and earned our respect. Hey, how ’bout that nyoo bookstore!” We bought new buildings? 1 here goes my tuition!” We became accredited! Amen!! Other men left to help Uncle Sam and we gritted our teeth. We saw and we acted in Light Up The Sky, Playwright ' s Workshop, The fest, Our Town, Proscenium, The Druid Circle, and The Madwoman Of Chaillot. Light Up The Sky was invited to tour a few of the theaters in and around Boston and the lady with the hat had scored again! Look Ma! We’re clinic supervisors.” We got measured for caps and gowns and kept telling Mrs. Fraser that we couldn’t possibly be overcut. There must be some mistake. We turned out the yearbook. People like Bob Perkins, Bud Stewart, Randy Goetze, Jean Carr, and Bill Williams were guiding us along the last part of the voyage and we were nearing the finish line. Then there was the man with the glasses and the white hair and the soft voice. When he wasn’t listening we called him Joe”. He was telling us that he had taught us all he could and that it was time tor us to get out there and put what we had learned to use. The Senior Prom and graduation invitations. Commencement. Now we are going. We walk through the passageways, by our new bookstore, and up the stairs to the clock. This time we stop at the clock and look up. That same stoical ticking. We remember that its bells have timed our education as we have heard them and gone from class to class. We know that each one of its ticks has accounted for one of our sadnesses or pleasures for the past four years. Our time is over. We must make room for a new class and the clock will tick on. As we quietly stand, we listen. We hear our gripes. But the thing that we hear most clearly is our laughter and we remember the four years that have come and now are just back there around that last bend. The stage in the theater, the classrooms, the radio studios, the clinics and the children we tried to help ... the clock; once they were for us and we were a part of everything. Now we must go on. There are other bends in the road ahead. We must pass these, too. This time we smile at the clock and at the memory of our own faces as we stood there, by the door, four years ago. Next year there will be new faces there and we silently hope that somewhere the echoes of our laughter and traces of our having been here will remain. We go out the door, and as we close it behind us we hear the clock ticking. . . . Warren Wright Page seven
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(J t’s 1951 and we seniors have got to go out and apply a feu band-aids to a badly — ' battered world. It won’t be a snap course but it ' s about time someone did some- thing about it. There are sixteen steps that ought to fit somewhere in this operation. Probably a good job of literary analysis” would be the best thing to start with. We will have to keep taste” and ratio of values” constantly in mind. We can put to use a gift that is typically Emerson; creative atmosphere.” Looking at the job that has to be done and seeing its magnitude, we can see that the most important step will be obedience to purpose.” Our Emerson heritage is one that fits us well for this or any other job. Learning is ours to use modestly and wisely. May we remember this and answer, Here,” with a mental X-voice. eptember, 1947; we drove by the college three times before we saw it. We entered ■ — - and stepped cautiously into the newness of everything. This was college and we were here — finally. There was a clock in the hall and it quietly, calmly ticked; not particularly at us; it just ticked. We walked past the clock and down the stairs to find catacombs and strange people, who didn’t seem to care what they said or did. We were new then; so long ago ... or was it? A little guy named Smith with a crew haircut became president of our class. A short man with glasses and curly hair began telling us wh at had happened to Western Civiliza- tion since 1215. And one member of our class had already started doing The Birches for all of his P.O.E. classes. Hazing rolled around and we had to cry like a baby”. The Bells and Kipling’s Recessional were fighting for most disliked poem. We met a slim man with a stern face and a deep voice who always got our respect for some reason that none of us could quite define. All these people and things, we met, and tried so hard to understand. The clock was still ticking when we became sophomores; we found it was our turn to haze. Things were familiar now and could we have looked like that when we were freshmen?” Our catacombs became passageways and we didn’t have to go out in the rain any longer in order to go to classes in the other buildings. Beowulf made his mark and was followed by all sorts of Englishmen who wrote stuff. We discovered the loud sigh and were initiated into the intricacies of the West End Clinic. The drama department was its usual exhilarating self with such plays as The Inspector General, Francesca da Rimini, and The Taming Of The Shrew. We tried to learn to say Mrs. Kilham” instead of Miss Scalise.” Our debating team debated its first debate. The student government was having its trials and tribulations and with Noc Wright we founded a radio fraternity called Rho Delta Omega. Was it so long ago that all of these things happened? The clock ticked its immortality and we found that we were the Junior Class. Dr. Green took the Vice-Chancellor’s position at the University of the South and Dr. Dewey became our new president. The people who had once hazed us were seniors and we hoped that Page six
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