Goshen College - Maple Leaf Yearbook (Goshen, IN)

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As transitory as the shadow cast by the student-now it is before him, earlier behind him, later be- side him-so is life at Goshen Col- lege. Activities come and go. Friends meet and move on. Even the realness of now-letters stamped Hometown, French fries for supper-is evasive. For what is the present but future becoming past? Attempting to dissect and then to paste together a school year is treacherous. Yet this the yearbook mustido. The campus-scape dom- inated by the Union Tower. Heads of departments remembered for traditional jokes and yellow notes. Crew-cut professors with wet Ph.D's. Nine hundred fifty-two students, sophisticated, yet provin- cial, secular, but still Christian. Shades of these merge, converge, and merge again, making the fa- cade of Goshen College. But behind the external lives another college-joining mankind in the fearing, hoping, loving and hating of human existence. Prob- ing into this shadowy world, the Maple Leaf catches strength and weakness: A student accepts the under-privileged, or refuses to dis- cuss the new idea. The constituen- cy encourages, or fails to under- stand. Existing in 20th century gray, Goshenites build bridges and raise walls with the rest of human- ity. With the tearing down of walls come days worth living. Coffee date following the 3:30 class. Good Work! red-inked on the Communications journal. The freedom of being me. The swell of Give me a Gln at basketball games. Life is full. But along with happy, hectic days come nights of indescribable loneliness when the student faces the chem test with cup after cup of black coffee. Yet sometimes dur- ing dreary February days when the same faithful few frequent the Sack, when boys decide not to take a date to the next L.M., and when earlier goals fade in humdrum ef- forts to meet course requirements, a Light shines through. Rays may come during the nightly ten p.m. walk from library to dorm, or reach to a far bench in the chapel balcony. For a moment, the mist clears. Goshen College, 1965. Reality and illusive shadows play an un- ending game of hide-and-seek. Is what appears light, really light, and is dark, dark? Perhaps in the exploration of Goshen College, something of the truth of her world, now obscured by shadow, will break through. 5