Johns Hopkins University - Hullabaloo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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DEDMEZXHON Alma Mater-Once we found it an empty and resounding phrase, employed by antiquated alumni who endeavored, pathetically, to discover some emotion held in common with a group of irreverent undergraduates. And we thought little of the spirit of the university which in- spired such devotion,eand less of the spirit of devotion which enabled us to attend that univer- S1ty. Alma MatereFostering Mother. For a second, like a candle flaring suddenly in a dusky room, the words had meaning, and we were aware of a certain beauty in the metaphor, transiently realizing that there existed a debt to an actual Mother who had fostered lovingly and sacrificed splendidly. Once, for a second, one was ashamed; then one forgot. Now we remember-Alma Mater-At this our parting, in a new and poignant tenderness for our University, our Alma Mater, we recollect with like tenderness those Mothers of iiesh and blood who made that sentiment possible. In dedicating to them this book, we express our gratitude to those who fostered our gradual development, sympathized with our youthful tragedies, and cherish our present success. iii iiiiiml hm 11ml 1' mm '1 WNW . 5111111111!!! e Wiiii ! iii 1!! um mi! im : 1!!! 'l. !1,!!

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FOREWORD roof. Success to you, Ivy-Vinc! Good luck, Ivy Vine! hope and courage invincible. were planted for growth, .disciplined and en- eouraged to apply ourselves to climbing, sub- mitted to the painful process of having our side- wise tendencies ruthlessly clipped off. Now, like yourself, having crept past the windows which mark the successive stages of growth, we grasp the cave which guards the goal, and with a final burst of energy, obtain the roof. We part, and this un- explained business of climbing continues for each of us, leading us to unknowable ends. us look back with pride on what is done and joy in having done it, and let us look forward with On Gilmaifs southern wall the ivy twines, keeping green a memory the while it clothes the nakedness of brick. Unlike the fame of the poet in whose honor it grows, the vines have progressed slowly, albeit steadily, in their climb toward the Clipped and pruned, that vitality might be conserved for development rather than for meaningless expansion, the Lanier ivy has been fostered tenderly, until, this Spring, while the Senior Class struggles over the edge of Youth into the broad held of Life, the valiant tentacles grip the caves and breathlessly attain the roof. Like yourself, wc Then let