Livingstone College - Livingstonian Yearbook (Salisbury, NC)

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to utter, past events to whisper to the winds. To us, it is a taciturn thing, reversed, silent, and mute. But as the leaves tremble, they converse quietly, whispering to each other the news of that day and days gone by. Yes, this Old Methuselah remembers the arrival of the new freshmen, the examination you worried about, and the time you sat beneath it meditating about your future.

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Beneath the maples and the oaks are memories and past to u moments, precious moments of how life was at Livingstone College. thin There is a mighty, old oak tree, whose colossal height towers high com above the buildings that surround it. Its enormous diameter widened days and expanded as each year passed, until decades were written down. Many years have passed; people have come and people have gone, fresl but they were never aware of the many secrets and dreams that they bene left behind. This antique of long standing has stories to tell, secrets

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You are like the tiny tree that grows beneath the breast of that grand, old oak tree. Your roots plunge deep into the rich soil of Livingstone College, and as each day passes, you grow in wisdom and grace. You knock upon the door of knowledge, and it is opened. Together you and I learn, and we are not discouraged. Like a plant we stand straight and tall. Yet we are flexible and our minds are opened to grasp all that is within our reach. We each grow differently, possessing different dreams and ambitions, and looking forward to different goals. We depart, each in his or her own direction.