Furman University - Bonhomie Yearbook (Greenville, SC)

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The end of Christmas holidays finds us behind in work but determined not to wind up in a last-minute panic. Fun and frolic are ignored while we pick up loose ends and fight against time to finish semester assignments. We try to dilate our minds and suck in scattered information, holding our breaths, lest time runs out. The wheels of extra-curricular activity screech to a stop as we don our scholarly robes of concentration and analytical awareness. Exams hit like an exploding bomb. And they keep hitting one after the other in a week-long siege. At the end of the purging, the campus lies quiet for a brief respite. Then the troops return, undaunted and fiercely determined to stick it out through another battle.

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The fall freezes into icy winter. The temperature drops and icicles form. The cold is bitter. It chaps and stings. The wind howls as it whips around the corner. The snows come to hide Winter's nakedness. In the quiet hush of night the snow drifts slowly downward covering the earth in pure, virginal white. And then comes Christmas, the season of joy and cheer! Carols play above the rattle of dishes and the chatter of hungry students. We plaster the campus with holly and evergreens and mistletoe, and bells and lights and red ribbons and gold sprays—all those things that bring warmth and happiness to the holiday spirit. Smiles become brighter and eyes dance in merriment. The familiar sights of Christmas welcome us at every turn—bustling shoppers, gaily wrapped packages, colorful cards. The round of parties begins, and with it, the exchanging of many gifts and sincere Best Wishes.” Studies are temporarily forgotten as the Spirit of Christmas pervades the campus.

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The death of Winter is accompanied by the birth of Spring. The first bud on the stripped tree is a welcome sign of the coming days of balmy weather and blue skies. As the flowers reappear and the trees blossom, our spirits are lifted and our hearts swell. Out come the fishing rods and tennis rackets, shorts and bare-back dresses, sandals and bathing suits, golf bags and picnic baskets. An epidemic of spring fever spreads over the campus. Few students lack the symptoms: pathetic, lazy smiles; faraway gazes; optimistic day-dreams. Couples stroll hand in hand and pause for a breathless moment neath the swaying willows. The lake is placid and the swans glide with grace and ease across its blue surface. Spring at Furman is incredibly beautiful. The yellow-bells and azaleas nod gently to the cherry blossoms and dogwoods. The new grass sparkles in the morning dew. The sun filtering through the mist on the lake crowns the campus with a shiny halo. At dusk the crickets sing, adding their mirth to the chorus of birds who sing in daily concert. And we marvel.