Lawrence Technological University - L Book Yearbook (Southfield, MI)

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FGREWCDRD As we finish one phase of our life, the termination of our college education at Law- ch we leave our surroundings with a heavy heart. However, we look forward I d to us, a life filled with opportunities, advancement rence Te to the new life which has been opene and self-betterment. We are leaving our happy college days behind to enter the field of profession of our choice. We are being graduated. As alumni, we will be unable to visit the Hallowed Halls of our school days because Lawrence Tech is also terminating a phase of its lite. Although the new campus will not be where we gathered and learned, talked and drank coffee, we still will be proud of it. Even though the new campus will be completed after we have been graduated, each one of us in our own small way has contributed something to make the building possible. In spite of the fact that the building we knew in our college days will not exist, we gain comfort and assurance in our future that out of the old comes the new, which is superior to the old in every respect. So it is to this new campus that we look as our guide, always striving to better our- selves and our position in life, to be a credit to our alma mater, Lawrence Institute of Technology, Editor Two

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INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned- Albeit laboring for a scanty band Of white robed Scholars only-this immense And glorious Work of fine intelligence! Give all thou canst, high Heaven reiects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more, So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering-and wandering on as Ioth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality. -William Wordsworth I I Three