Furman University - Bonhomie Yearbook (Greenville, SC)

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Spring is the symbol of new life, of new beginnings. It is the product of Providential love. As it comes to us from a great and bountiful love, so it teaches us the joy of loving. Spring is an innate part of romance. It brings to us silver moons, twikling stars, serenades of winds and birds, glittering waterfalls, brilliant flowers, pastel tints of dawn and dusk. Against the backdrop of balmy days and azure skies, we learn to love, and in loving we find happiness. Venus smiles upon us, for we have found the secret of the ages. is

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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.

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The superficiality of collegiate life forcuseson casual indifference, depth of emotion, and breadth of purpose. A smile is often a tinsel crescent to hide an aching emptiness. Yet we are all aware that where there is joy, there is also sorrow. The smiles of one are reflected in the tears of another. Yearning hearts beat out the hours of endless days of separation. Hopeful faces haunt the mail room. The bright sun fails to warm the chill within a lonely heart. Youth is not a buffer to despondency. But a young heart heals quickly. It rarely proves to be an Achilles heel. The most painful wounds are not the deepest ones. The elasticity of youth is often mistaken for callousness. But we who look back are aware that hurts and disappointments of every nature have been the cement to stabilize our philosophies and to shape our maturity.