Iowa State University - Bomb Yearbook (Ames, IA)

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perhaps a religion, a certain love, to a life lived with a goal and a purpose. 16

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x:- » rvi . t - w Lj I k Tomorrows had become yesterdays and you and the University had found the best in each other. That indescribable, powerful and intangible force . . . Iowa State University. You take some of it with you when you leave, you leave part of yourself when you go. Days of education where you feel a change to . . 15

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Fall Autumn winds drowned out the chorus of summer crickets, but a warm sun reigned over much of the season. Unexpected rain showers pop-quizzed our umbrellas for a couple of weeks, and the first feath- ers of snow tickled our noses in mid-October. But most of the time the sun smiled on us as we scur- ried between classes during the week or twisted in our seats on Saturday afternoon to see who had the football. Oaks and maples burst into red and yellow flames; brown leaves crunched beneath our feet like a kid-brother ' s breakfast cereal. Smoke from bonfires drifted through the crisp air and beckoned us to late- season picnics. Winter waited in the offing, but In- dian Summer laughed and flirted with our spirits. FALL SHADOWS mark a frequently unnoticed side of Pearson Hall. FALL LEAVES crunched beneath our feet . . . winter waited in the ofFing. FLORAL GARDENS shed their flowers for the last time. They will be moved to make way for the new plant sciences building. 17