Emory and Henry College - Sphinx Yearbook (Emory, VA)

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friendships made and old ones deepened. There'll be nightly pilgrimages to the Rainbow and Deodeyes. Bristol will see its share of Emory boys, from habit if nothing else. There will forever be VI and Sullins girls to tantalize the sparks of jealousy every Emory girl must have if she is to continue the tradition. Miss Webb will live forever as Spider and Prof. Stallard will be Jose to the Latin scholars throughout infinity. He will find his way someday to sit beside Cicero and Virgil and talk about baseball more than likely. By and large Dr. Stev- enson will remain on top of his desk to forever compete with the machine gun for speed of deliverance. Mr. Neal will never make up his mind about John Wilkes Booth and Lincoln, and Mr. Purifoy will go to tennis matches any spring afternoon rather than talk about the return to normalcy. The clocks will probably stop ticking if Dean Brown and Dean Cox fail to walk gracefully into the “Hut every morning ot precisely the same time. Of course, it is hard to imagine Emory without a new term or phrase on which to begin and live the year after Dr. Hunt's annual blessing of the troops. We've homog- enized . Synthesized , and known that This ought to be Emory and Henry College! This year we were Emory persons. What would people in a hurry do if they got there on time and Mr. Sikorski hadn't stopped them for three hours? I know Stuart Hall Hillman Hall

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Off ih The yearbook in 1902 tells of a young man's future view of Emory and Henry. He wrote of his return as an old man. He wrote of getting off of a modern streamliner at the gleaming white marble edifice which replaced the old green and white depot. The town of Emory, quiet and peaceful, hod become a bustling city of fifty thousand. Instead of the prophecy be- ing fulfilled, the train has modernized some since 1902. but not much. The some old depot stands beside the tracks. There are several new buildings in the community, but it is still a quiet little southwest Virginia town, unique in that it is the home of on institution of higher learning. Emory is just Emory and the signs over Worthington's and Addison's will hang there for many years, and boys and girls will continue walk- ing across the railroad tracks to the post office on fruitless missions for mail. The cemetery on the hill will always be the best place to get away and think, and when spring time set- tles that strange disease on the campus, as it does each year, and people cut classes for suntans and ballgames. there will still be couples taking that slow walk up the hill by the Crowe’s Nest and on up to the graveyard to decide the problems of the world. Freshmen will come and go: ratting will continue to be the endless drudgery to be criticized and studied and revived: and social organizations will become -frantic for new mem- bers. Seniors will graduate: juniors will become aware of such terms as doubt, existentialism and conservatism. Sophomores will join clubs and wonder why they have to take so many re- quired courses. Patterns for lives will be established and 160

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 there'll always be My Idiots” so that Dr. Blesi can talk to the advance classes about the bonehead English students. Mrs. Blesi will forever enlighten freshmen and sophomores on the lovers of George Sand. The Science Building will echo with Pop Quezes” and happy chemists with hundreds of 220 Chemistry students. Rusty will continue to lead the Repub- lican Party's campaign for college students and will someday find a sure cure for pin-ball machines. The hallowed silence of the library will always be a place to date and act afraid of Miss Power. Mrs. Orr will continue to cause more noise than anyone when she whispers to students to be quiet. Every now and then Dr. Goldsmith's battery will burn out and his hearing aid won't work, and the back of room will take a holiday. Now that the spin through the faculty has been taken, for it is tradition that all good yearbooks become involved in such memory cues, just remember that good times and some- times hard times were had at Emory and Henry. It will bo fun to say what we did when we were in college, but in cose it gets hard to remember one has but to turn to the wisdom of the agless SPHINX and that ancient sage will ogain reveal thoughts of the endless four years' search for truth. This is Emory—1963. Waavar Hall Martha Wathington Hall