High Point University - Zenith Yearbook (High Point, NC)

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. . ,« FRIENDSHIPS This life is like a garden place, Our friendships are the flowers. The perfumes of the blossoms fair. Are friendships pleasant hours. Some friendships flower much too fast, And fading, quickly die, While others are like posies sweet That flower perennially. Mary Edith Halladay f ij £ 17

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But in fact the roots of the struggle were deeply fixed in the ideas of John Locke, in the optimism of the Enlightenment, in the faith of the humane and liberal eighteenth-century thinkers of the Atlantic community who dared to believe that freedom was man ' s natural condition. Richard Henry Lee spoke for a Nation when he resolved that these United Colonies are, and of light ought to be free and independent States. But Thomas Jefferson in his immortal Declaration, spoke for the ages when he proclaimed it self-evident that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by men Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that . . . Governments are instituted among men. deriving then |ust powers, from the consent of the governed. These stirring words, scarcely more than abstractions in 1 776. became the foundation upon which a newly independent people would erect a free and democratic state. These words helped sustain pati iot soldiers at Breeds Hill, Valley Forge and Yoi ktown, through eight long and bloody years of struggle with England. They helped sustain the Founding Fathers who gathered in Philadelphia in 1887 to form a more perfect union. They sustained Washington as he fixed the nation ' s course and Lincoln as he labored to keep it intact. They sustained Wilson, Roosevelt, and Truman, in crisis and triumph, in doleful challenge and creative response. And today, at the bicentennium of our nation ' s birth, they sustain us still as we remember the meaning of our Revolution and rededicate oui minds and Hearts to its enduring principles. Neil McMillen, Ph.D. Depaitment of Histoiy University of Missouri-Columbia 16

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MY NEIGHBOR My neighbor, who is he? Who lives next door to me— The man I daily meet, Out on the crowded street? The man to whom I talk, With whom I daily walk; Who smiles across the fence. Nor lacks good common sense? The man afar from me, In his great need of me. May be the nearest me, And so my neighbor be. My neighbor, who is he? Mayhap who most needs me. Whose want lays hold of me, He must my neighbor be. E. A. Repass 18