Hendrix College - Troubadour Yearbook (Conway, AR)

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There were two spirals. One curled lazily, slowly outward like a stretched spring. The other was an unfolding, not into deChardin's love, but ugly and faster, faster. Inside, all turmoil and busy. CBut gray slow tired. All inside.J And outside, what had we to show? All responsibility and dignity, decorum. Once a month supper with suit or heels according to gender. All laughing-happy to volleyball at gym. All tootle- tweet to the practice room. But there were the young smart ones. Besides classwork they did not organize. CThey spiraled slower and slower.J They faded pleasantly into Sunday p.m. bike-rides or lawn football or hair-rolling sessions. Gr quietly sophisticated, they dined on top of the Rock. Quiet and calm and out . . . or in. And some had none, were blank. All curricular: walled in by books and walled in by wall, but also by dreams of ideas fand ideas are dreamsbg sloppy, wrinkled shirts and tired of Look at books and learn. Eat it up 5 thrive on one a.m.g learn in IW hours. Or sloppy book-tired. Or . . . quietly at a window watch leaves spiraling for many days.

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A low, old stone wall curved around the college. In places it enclosed the campus. Some of us looked at the wall and wondered aloud what was outside. And some of us tried . . . try . . . will try to do something about it. And so outsiders were invited in. They were leaders and they were mod. We desired to be as they were. They inspired us to read magazines and news- papers and to talk about New York and Washington. So from time to time we glimpsed fleeting shadows of the outside. We got new ideas for our big, traditional social events . . . and we had more cookies at our big, traditional teas. We went to ball games and we sponsored a French play. We spent more money on flowers and decorations. And they were prettier. Once in a while we got a creative flash for a new party, usually a few people came. But mainly, we talked about going to the University for the ballgame. We knew the University was outside the wall. And once in a while we got excited. Usually, it was individually. Over a date or movie. Collectively, we were placid. Groups still sat in Steve's Union to drink cokes and play cards. And sit. Professors still had Sunday evening dinners for their advisees. Couples still walked in piles of autumn leaves. But mainly, there was still time. And the wall.

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