Livingstone College - Livingstonian Yearbook (Salisbury, NC)

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Rapidly wending its way toward nonentity and obscurity were we, the Class of ' 53. Then Freshman and Sophomores, we were standing at the brink of our destruction, alone, unable to fathom the light of progress. At that darkest moment, a hand reached down and snatched us up, brushed the dirt from our garments and set us on the golden road to success. The flexible hand represented the elasticity of the personality of our rescuer. The arm of strength portrayed his innate power in reconstructing a mighty force from a weak smattering; the sturdy shoulders signified the capability of our rescuer to bear our burdens uncomplainingly and competently. MR. JOHN H. BROCKET!, JR. One of the reasons for our deliverer ' s strength results from his educational training and experiences. Being a graduate of Livingstone College, obtaining a M. S. degree from the Uni- versity of Pennsylvania, directing a city recreation center, serving as company commander with the rank of captain in the Pacific as well as holding the position of Administrative Dean at Palmer Memorial Institute, Sedalia, North Carolina, have all helped to forcibly mold the per- sonality of the man who so willingly dispelled his strength of character to us. Now, as the film is clearing from our eyes, we see ourselves as renewed and whole human beings who have sacrificed for a just cause, and have chosen the better means to an ultimate end. As we glimpse the golden road ahead, we gratefully thank our advisor and friend, and humbly dedicate The 1953 Livingstonian to Mr. John H. Brockett, Jr.

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win 9 t one Oh, Livingstone, my Livingstone! Thy dear old name we sing, While mem ' ries cluster thick and fast, And closer to us cling. Beneath thy maples and thy oaks The zephyred breezes blow, Just as they will in years to come, No matter where we go. Oh, Livingstone, my Livingstone! When thou art old with age, Perhaps thou too, shall hold a place That ' s bright on mem ' ry ' s page. And in thy sky, no cloud shall be — Instead, thy sun shall gleam, Prosperity shall live always Amid its golden beam. Oh, Livingstone, my Livingstone! Thy students come and go, The moments fly, the years go by With all their weal and woe. Along with fleet and nimble feet Oh, hasten on thy way, And fling the light of wisdom out Across the wand ' rer ' s way. Oh, Livingstone, my Livingstone! Upon thy campus wide, In numbers many students roam, Some from the other side; And still they love, we can but hope That they may e ' er be true To both thy name and colors too, The modest black and blue. Words by: W. F. Fonvielle

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■■■■■naHMnMinBnHninMHMni Our President - DR. WILLIAM J. TRENT Office of the President Iltiringslmte (Enlkge February 21, 1953 Dear Senior Class: It has been a joy of ours to have had the members of the Class of 1953 to complete its work at Livingstone Col- lege Your Class has made an excellent record in several fields. In your Junior year you broke the record of all classes in your contribution to Founder ' s Day, and you have broken it again this yecr. You have haa a fine leader and Advisor in the person of Prof. J. H. Erockett, Jr. The college will follow you as you shall launch out on the broad Arena of life.